#but gt is a soft fantasy where i can be small and loved

[so-very-small]

sometimes i want to be small so i’d just be taken care of. i want to be two inches tall so someone would look at me and see something worth being protected.

not in the sense i cant take care of myself, but the opposite. due to my family situation i basically raised myself. right now i have a job, am going to be starting college on top of that, going to learn to drive, looking for a way to move out. i’ve been mostly self dependent for ages, but in all the ways my life’s changed over the past two months i feel like i’m on my own. i gotta take care of myself. i have friends, i have family, but god like

i wanna be two inches tall. i wanna just be held. fuckin comforted. i want a giant to remind me to take my meds and wipe my tears away and see me as something to protect at all costs. as a tiny i wouldn’t have to worry about cars or jobs or student loans, i’d be able to lean on someone and it’d be okay cause all i’d really take is a crouton and a pillow to nap on ykno?

just. yeah

[nonbinary-octopus]

A Very Unusual Visitor

I really love @kieraelieson’s Tiny Tenants AU, and the other day, I sent her an ask: you know what. I am filled with soft gt longing. I want to be tiny and friends with your Tiny Tenants Logan. I want him to hold me and fiddle gently with me and let me sleep in his pocket. Virgil’s got a good thing going on here!

This is a story about that. More or less.

Wordcount: 2.2 K

[More of my writing]

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Logan sat down at his desk, intending to read. However, as he glanced over the wooden surface, his gaze fell on a small form. A borrower. And an unfamiliar one, too. Logan thought he knew all of the borrowers living in his house— Virgil, with whom he believed he could confidently say he was friends, and the much more timid Patton and Dee, and Dee’s young charges, the twins Roman and Remus, who were doing their best to be friends with Logan too, despite their guardian’s wishes to keep him away from them.

This borrower was not any of those. The easiest difference to recognize at a glance was that they had red hair, where the others had shades of brown and black. Yet, despite Logan never having even caught a glimpse of them before, here they were, sitting calmly on his desk, as if they were waiting for him.

“Um,” Logan said, surprised. “Hello?”

The little borrower grinned, looking up at him, and got to their feet. “Hello! You must be Logan, right?”

Logan nodded. Perhaps this borrower had just moved in? The others would have told them about Logan, and Virgil probably would have told them that he was trying his best to be the good kind of human, and wasn’t to be feared. But even so, Logan would never have expected a borrower to be so comfortable around him this quickly. Unless they had been around for some time, watching, and only just now came out to introduce theirself, after they’d felt reasonably sure that Logan was nonthreatening. But then why would they need confirmation on who he was? Unless it was just smalltalk to get the conversation going.

“I’m Hann,” the borrower continued, sticking their hand out at Logan. He recognized the gesture, of course, but had never shook hands with a borrower before. Logan lifted his own hand, trying to figure out how he was supposed to shake the hand of someone who could fit entirely in his hand with room to spare. The borrower didn’t even flinch, still looking up at him expectantly.

Gently, Logan pinched their hand between his thumb and the first knuckle of his pointer finger, lifted it minutely, lowered it again, and then let go, pulling his hand back.

“It is… nice to meet you, Hann,” Logan said. “If extremely unexpected.”

“Sorry,” Hann said, looking at their hand and flexing it. “I didn’t really bother to think of a more plausible introduction.” Softer, more to theirself, they murmured, “I guess I could retcon something…”

Suddenly, Logan’s mind started to fill with unfamiliar memories. A snapshot of this same borrower, soaked to the bones, and Logan’s own hands reaching down to lift them out of a puddle. Another, contrasting and completely detached, yet somehow equally real, of Virgil wrapping a white bandage around Hann’s ankle and scolding them, while both sat on Logan’s desk. A third, of a shivering redheaded borrower leaning against Logan’s steaming mug of coffee, as snow fell outside.

Logan shook his head sharply, pushing back his chair in alarm. “Stop, stop!”

The stream of false pasts abruptly ceased, and the ones already in his head faded.

“Sorry.”

“What…” Logan hesitated. “What just happened? Who are you?”

“It’s… kind of a long story.”

“I have time,” Logan insisted.

“Okay.” Hann paused for a bit. “I’m not actually a borrower. Well, right now I am, technically, but most of the time I’m not.”

“What are you, then?” Despite the incredibly unnerving experience he’d just had, Logan found himself feeling very curious. What kind of being had the power to do that? Up until recently, borrowers had been the stuff of myths; were other “fantasy” creatures real as well? Fairies, perhaps?

“I’m human.”

Wait. What?

“But more relevently, I’m an Author.”

“An author,” Logan repeated. Somehow the word didn’t quite sound the same when he said it.

Hann nodded. “At the moment, I’m your Author.”

Logan looked down at himself, then back at the borrower— the Author— standing on his desk. “I’m not sure I like the implications of that.”

“That’s… That’s fair.” Hann rubbed the back of their neck with a little chuckle. “Sorry. I promise, I didn’t come here intending to make you nervous.”

They’d succeeded anyway, Logan thought to himself. But, despite all that, he was still extremely curious. “What all does being an author entail? Can you control me, like… like a puppet?”

Hann wiggled a hand in the ‘sort of’ gesture. “Eh. Yes and no.”

That… wasn’t very comforting.

“I can control your environment, and to a certain extent, what happens, but living things are trickier. Mostly, I can put you in a setting, and watch as you navigate it.” Well, that didn’t sound too bad— “And if I don’t think it’s interesting enough, or I wanted it to go a different way, I can rewind time and give you a nudge in a different direction, and try it again.” Nevermind, still frightening.

“So I have free will unless you don’t like what I do,” Logan surmised.

“You could put it that way, yeah.” Hann shrugged. “But you’d be surprised how many times a story goes off the rails, way outside the original plan, and I just watch it go, because whatever new thing that’s happening is more interesting.”

“Hm.”

“Take right now, for example. I didn’t plan for the conversation to go here, but it did. I could rewind it, but it’s interesting, so I’ll probably leave it.”

Logan pursed his lips uncomfortably. He didn’t much like feeling like a mere source of entertainment, he found. “I don’t suppose it matters if I don’t want to be rewound?”

“Usually? No. But, this is a special case. Very meta, and you’re actually aware of me. I have a feeling you’d know if I rolled time back, unlike most fics. So… I’ll only make minor edits. Wording and flow, stuff like that.”

“Thanks,” Logan said. “I think.”

“Though I’ll probably roll it back if we get too angsty, too,” Hann mused. “This is supposed to be a fluff piece.”

Logan wasn’t sure he knew what those words meant. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. That was an unusual occurrence.

“Did you make me?”

“Oh, no! Not at all! This isn’t even an original fanfic, it’s recursive!”

Logan opened his mouth to ask a question. Then he closed it again to try to figure out where to even start.

“Okay, so I’m willing to explain, but it might give you a bit of an existential crisis,” Hann warned. “Or a lot of one.”

Logan considered it. He sighed. “Tell me.”

Hann nodded. “Okay, so the original Logan belongs to a show called ‘Sanders Sides’. In short, it’s about this guy, Thomas Sanders, and he has the ability to imagine the parts of his personality as metaphysical beings in the room with him, and they have discussions about… well, an assortment of topics. Logan represents— primarily— Thomas’s intellect. Logic. He’s my favorite. Following so far?”

Logan nodded. “Mind if I take notes?”

“Go ahead.”

Logan pulled out a notepad and a pen, jotting down what they’d said so far. He’d have to go back and get notes on the whole Author thing too, but one thing at a time. When he’d gotten it down, he looked up again, and Hann continued.

“You are an alternate version of that Logan. This is what we call an ‘AU’ or ‘Alternate Universe’. Instead of being a portion of one man’s personality, you’re your own human.”

“I see,” Logan said, writing that down.

“The rest of the sides got turned into borrowers. That’s Virgil, Dee, the twins, and Patton.”

Logan nodded. Would it be too intrusive on their privacy to ask what his miniature housemates represented in the apparent ‘original universe’? Considering how much they preferred to keep to themselves, he thought it might be. Instead, he asked, “I live in an alternate universe? How did it come to be?”

Hann grinned. “My friend made it, based on the original universe!”

Logan nodded slowly. “Were the differences intentional?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. She’s been going through a long list of gt prompts, writing short stories for each, in various different AUs, and there’s a bunch here. The first one was when you and Virgil met.”

“‘Gee tea’?” Logan questioned, deciding to leave the mention of even more alternate universes for later.

“Giant and tiny,” Hann explained. “Anything with a major size difference, really. Some of ‘em have giants and humans interacting, some have humans and borrowers, or humans and fairies, or tiny merfolk, or whatever.”

“Do those all exist in your universe— the one you’re from, originally?” If so, Logan wasn’t entirely sure whether to be glad or sad he was here instead, where there were only borrowers.

The tiny Author drooped sadly. “No. Unfortunately. Just humans. No giants, no tinies.”

“Oh. My condolences.”

Hann shrugged. “It is what it is. And that’s what fiction is for, anyway.”

Logan didn’t read much fiction, but he nonetheless supposed that rang true. “So… you said earlier that you’re my author. How is that, if your friend was the one to create my universe?”

“Oh, I’m just borrowing you,” Hann said.

“‘Borrowing’ me,” Logan repeated.

“Just for a bit.”

“I think i would have liked to have been asked first,” Logan said, once again feeling uncomfortably like a plaything.

“Sorry.” Hann paused for a moment. “May I borrow you?”

“Am I allowed to say no?”

“Of course you are! I mean, I’d really rather you didn’t, but if you really don’t want me here, I’ll leave. I’ll even delete the whole story if you want.” They paused. “Though that might feel even weirder for you than me just rewriting a scene. I wonder if you’d even remember, though, once I did it?”

Before they could continue too far along that peculiar line of thought, Logan asked, “If I tell you to go, you won’t just back up to before and ‘nudge’ me toward the other answer, will you?”

Hann shook their head. “No, that seems unnecessarily cruel. If you want me to go, I’ll go. No tricks.”

Logan thought about it. The little redhead waited, looking around his desk. Finally, Logan said, “Alright. You may… borrow me a little bit longer.”

“Yay!” Hann cheered, throwing their hands up happily. “Thank you!”

Logan smiled. Terrifyingly powerful or not, they were kinda adorable. “Why did you want to borrow me in the first place, anyway?”

“Oh!” Hann grinned. “You know that thing you do with Virgil, where you hold him and play with him like a living stim toy? I want that.”

“You… you want me to fiddle with you?”

Hann nodded quickly. “Yes, please! I’ve always wanted to be manhandled by a well-meaning and gentle, but extremely curious giant, and then yesterday I read Kiera’s latest updates to your story, and one of them had you playing with Virgil, and another had you playing with the twins, and I just was filled with a soft but intense longing.”

“Well, alright.” Logan set his notes aside, bringing his hands instead over to the waiting borrower. They bounced excitedly on the balls of their feet.

Carefully, Logan wrapped his hand around them. Hann was smaller than Virgil, though not as small as the twins. They stilled, beaming up at him.

“You’re not even a little bit intimidated, are you,” Logan said with a chuckle, brushing his thumb across the top of their head.

“Oh, I am, but only in the good way,” Hann answered. “Like I said, I’ve seen how gentle and considerate you are. I know you won’t hurt me.”

They were right. Logan didn’t answer, just picked them up. He began to poke gently at them, similarly to how he would interact with Virgil. Hann giggled happily and offered no resistance. Logan pinched their tiny limbs between his fingers, rolled them around on his palm, rubbed his thumb against their back and their sides, and draped them across the back of his hand. Just as with Virgil, he found the activity to be quite pleasant. Hann, meanwhile, appeared to be enjoying it just as much, practically melting in his hands.

Finally, Logan stopped, holding the little author in cupped palms.

They lay, utterly relaxed, with their eyes partly closed, a smile on their lips.

“Was that… good?”

Hann nodded. “That was great!” they said, sitting up. “Thanks so much.”

Logan found himself grinning back. “You’re welcome.”

“I guess I probably ought to be getting out of your hair,” Hann said reluctantly, glancing off to the side. “Let you get back to what you were doing before.”

Logan hesitated. “Well,” he said. “I was intending to read. And if you’ve been, er, ‘watching’ me, you know that I enjoy fiddling with Virgil as I read, so…”

Hann perked up again. “Really?”

“As long as you don’t object to me not paying much attention to you,” Logan said.

“That’s fine!” Hann grinned happily up at him. “You’re doing me a favor, anyway. I’ll take whatever I can get.”

Logan smiled, shifted the tiny author to one hand, and with the other, pulled a thick book from his shelf.

[siverwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Alma (Ghost Trick), Jowd (Ghost Trick), Cabanela (Ghost Trick) Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, FFVI GT AU, Final Fantasy VI AU Series: Part 34 of Final Fantasy VI/Ghost Trick Summary: He may be sick, but Alma knows better than to let her husband brood alone

Alma knocked softly at the door—a warning of entrance more than a request—and opened it. The stifled cough and the sight within proved her suspicions correct, not that this time had been a difficult one. Jowd was propped up in the bed, shoulders hunched, and to her eye, looking more miserable than he’d likely care to admit.

His voice held a rough edge and his eyes were dull. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Alma approached the bed and firmly placed a cup of water on the small end table built into the wall. “I think I should be. You don’t need to hide alone.”

“Oh?” Jowd’s mouth twisted in a sardonic smile. “Trash is meant to be tossed aside.”

“Jowd…” she started warningly then shook her head and perched on the side of the bed. “I see none.”  

“Go on.” He gave a low chuckle that devolved into a small coughing fit, cleared his throat with a head shake and finished dryly, “No need for us both to rot here.”

“I’m exactly where I—.” Alma trailed off as Memry’s tones sounded from somewhere nearby.

“No, no, no! Absolutely not and you keep those meddling hands away from my ship.”

“Eeeasy baby. Just an idea.”

Alma smiled to herself. She could easily imagine Cabanela’s placating hands before a casual flip brushing off whatever harebrained scheme he’d just tried to propose. Her smile faded as Jowd gave the door a blank stare. What did he see, she wondered. The sturdy wooden door in the Vanguard or a cell door deep below the earth? She rested a hand over his.

Jowd averted his gaze to the wall. Alma gave his a hand a small squeeze but kept her silence. For now, let the bustle outside this room speak for itself. Here was family and friends and love. A place of safety—as much as anywhere was in this world. Lynne’s voice sounded, calling for Missile, followed by a happy bark. Movement, a brief hum of voices. Rain pattered against the window.

Then a soft rhythmic knock sounded at the door followed by its opening. Cabanela leaned against the frame with a tray floating beside him. Jowd’s hand tensed under Alma’s.

“Brought you both some food baby.”

Alma rose to take the tray. Jowd certainly wouldn’t and she had a feeling it would be best if Cabanela didn’t enter entirely at this point. Cabanela flashed her a smile as she caught hold of the tray before his attention returned to Jowd.

“Do you need anythin’ else? Dinner and a shooow perhaps? Nothing like it.”

Jowd finally did look up at that. “Absolutely not.”

“Nooo?” Cabanela hummed a few bars and stepped neatly to the side as a snowball whipped past him. “As you wish,” and swept a low bow, deftly avoiding the second snowball that would’ve hit him squarely in the face only a moment before. It didn’t save him from standing up directly into the third and he froze like a startled bird as the snow broke over his hair.

Jowd snorted only to stop as well to blink owlishly at the small snowball that fell into his lap. Alma delicately lifted the plates from the tray and passed one to Jowd. “You’re not the only one with ice magic, dear. You should eat something. And so should you,” she shot at Cabanela.  

“Heeey, I know a victory when I see one, baby.” And he swirled out of the room shaking the snow from his hair as he went.

To Alma’s relief Jowd did make a start on the food.  To her disappointment his amusement at Cabanela’s fate faded and his shoulders slumped once more.

“This can’t last,” he said. “You know that.”

“Like this?” Alma said. “Maybe not. Change will come; it has to, but we have to believe it will be good change.”

“Hope,” Jowd said dully.

“Yes.”

He stared at his plate and finished the meal in silence. But silence never lasted for long here and while it seemed Cabanela wasn’t to give them their personal ‘show’ he hadn’t been put off course entirely. Muffled, but his voice rang out from somewhere outside the room. Alma couldn’t make out the words exactly but the song sounded like a cheery one.

Then Missile’s unmistakeable bark sounded out followed by another and a small howl and Alma realized that this time his efforts to join in song wouldn’t be stymied. Certainly by the laughter ringing out no one wanted to stop the pup.

“Adorable,” she murmured.

Jowd sniffed and cleared his throat. The second time caused Alma to look quickly at him.  His hands clenched and his eyes were fixed on the door once more, and there was a certain wetness there that could be illness, but…

“I’ll get these,” Alma said softly and fetched up the plates. She didn’t wait for a reply—doubted one would come just now—and slipped out of the room. She hesitated by the door waiting… and there was no mistaking the sniff and sharper intake of breath.

Jowd… We can have this and so can you.

She stepped to the rail overlooking the lower level and gazed down. Lynne, Kamila and at least two kittens occupied the sofa and there was Cabanela himself poised, one arm outstretched as he sung, and Missile sat back on his haunches, tail waving merrily as he barked and howled along.

Each day brought its own difficulties, but times like these: she could start to really believe again that they could be a family once more. And just maybe this was a crack that would allow Jowd to feel some of that belief too.

[vore-scientist]

Story Time

[SFW GT M/f platonic vore fluff]

A MINI TALE OF THE MYSTIC WOODS

A nice fluffy story with the half-giant wizard Yonah and Her Highness The Princess Sophia!

Summary: Some nice playful interaction ending with story time! I imagine it’s really nice to be read books while sitting in a stomach.

Warnings: uhhh very brief off-hand mention of se.x at the start of the story?? Unrelated to the vore, which is at the end of the story. Otherwise this is completely innocent and SUPER fluffy.

Enjoy! and if you like this story please give me feedback/reblog it to spread it around!

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The princess Sophia sat in her suspended bed in a massive golden cage, gently rocking to and frow. She had propped up her pillows and was reading a very good book. The 8th book in the Stars Without Number series: a science fiction epic. Living in a fantasy world tended to make one crave stories of grand technology and other worlds out in the great expanse of space.

It was a little annoying to have a half giant wizard sitting on his bedroom floor staring at you. He’d just got back from a trip to Myran, his beloved’s, witch hut. Since she hadn’t been taken along she’d assumed they were gonna get it on, but apparently all he did was borrow some special type of magic spoon that he needed for a potion.

Now he sat, looking like a hungry puppy except she was the one in a cage.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Sophia said, not even glancing at him, turning a page in the book.

“Oh?” Yonah said, his eyes literally sparkling.

She put the book to her side and turned to her friend.

“You’re thinking I’m the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen,” she smiled, “and you want to eat me.”

“Guilty as charged, princess,” he reached to open the cage door but Sophia chided him.

“I’m quite enjoying this book, Yonah. You can eat me after I finish this chapter.”

He still opened the door, and lay down to look through it as she picked up her book once more.

She was absolutely right. She was the most adorable human in existence. Well… Her younger sister Molly was also extremely adorable. Probably a smidge more. But Molly wasn’t here. And he couldn’t eat Molly.

He did not mind waiting. Just being with Sophia in silence was so pleasant he was in danger of falling asleep. But he did not, as he was also excited to eat her. She was in fact, his favorite snack, and wouldn’t dare let himself miss out.

Minutes passed. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. She was not that slow a reader. He rolled over to look at her better.

Sophia was still reading but as her eyes flicked to him briefly she was clearly holding back giggles. She flipped the page and he could see, even though it was miniscule for him, an obvious first page of a new chapter.

“You’re a brat!” he said, sitting up and snatching her out of the cage, she dropped the book.

“In my defense it’s a really good book!”

He hugged her to his face, drinking in her smell. A smell he could never ever tire of. However it was not time yet to eat her. Tasting came first. He kissed her, her stomach, her arms, her face; to get small bursts of flavor.

The princess, though sad to pause her reading, was delighted by the affection. She loved to be squished against his scruffy cheeks. His goatee, which was he kept in perfect evil fashion, was soft, comparably, as were his sideburns. It scratched a little, but that was ok. The effect was like she was being kissed by a large dog. 

Kissing turned to licking. At first he would flick out his tongue when he’d kiss a particularly ticklish spot. Her side and her neck being the prime spots. Soon the ratio flipped, and then there were barely any kisses, but Sophia was happy for a tongue bath. Yonah’s tongue was soft and warm, like a solid wave of tropical water.

Licking turned to nibbling. Very gently biting her side, just enough to make her laugh or squeak. With his tongue he would get an arm or leg in his mouth, hold it between his teeth, delicately almost grinding back and forth. An odd massage to be sure, and dangerous, but Yonah was practiced and Sophia would get his attention if need be.

At one point, when her left arm was trapped between molars, she reached out with her right and stroked one of his fangs. Yonah opened his mouth in a wide smile; releasing her arm, so she could admire his teeth properly. Slick with drool, but there was texture to the distinctly giant-folk canines; much longer and larger than a human’s. not that sharp, she couldn’t accidentally prick her finger on them. And even if she could, she wasn’t the king of princess with a “pricking the finger” curse.

For all his size, he looked so human, until he opened his mouth. Until he smiled. She did like his smile.

Finally the giant seemed satisfied and hungry. Only he didn’t get the vial of glass paste.

Holding the princess to his chest he reached back into the cage, in his fingers was the book. It was very small in his hands but he held it up to his face.

“What were you reading?” he asked, even though he could read the large print title.

“Stars Without Number Book 8: To Infinity and Beyond” Sophia said, leaning against her giant’s soft, warm body. She could hear his heart, feel it, strong and steady. /Soon/ she thought. /Soon I will be tucked away inside him just like his heart/

“Oh! I own that one in giant size!” he said, putting it back and standing up, still one hand on the princess. She smiled and had a good feeling about where this was going. “It’s barely noon, if you don’t want to nap I could read to you.”

“I would love that!” Sophia crawled up to Yonah’s shoulder as he headed to the living room.

The walls weren’t lined with bookshelves, though Sophia thought they should. Didn’t seem very  hermited wizard-esq to have so much empty wall space, or enchanted windows. Course, a lot of his books were smallfolk size. His collection of properly scaled books was extensive, and still could have filled up 5 or 6 shelves.

He had three. One for fiction. One for non-fiction. One for magazines. The book they wanted was fiction.

Currently the shelf displayed a bunch of alternate history books, on all four levels.

“I think… it was over here…” he put two fingers on the rightmost book of the 3rd shelf and swiped to the left. With a swish the books slid away, into the solid wood, but were followed by new books!

“No…” he swiped again.

“Oh wait, wrong level,” he repeated the motion on the fourth level.

“Got it!” he took it off the shelf, changed all the levels to display science fiction, and went to his armchair, placing the book on the coffee table.

“Now where were we?” he asked in a perfectly innocent tone, holding his hand out.

Sophia stepped into the waiting palm and sat down, facing Yonah. His eyes were bright and sparkling with anticipation. And deep affection. Such large brown eyes, very similar to her own, though hers had a little more green in them. She reached out a hand to stroke his nose with the back of her hand.

And he brought up his other hand, which held the vial of paste. A small drop, barely pea sized, was dabbed onto her forehead.

He kissed her middle one more time and whispered the spell, closing his eyes as she poofed into glass.

Then he opened his mouth and she crawled right in. The glass limbs were so much heavier than flesh and had a completely different texture.

Yonah used his tongue to help her to the back of his throat, at which point he tipped his head back. Before swallowing he took a deep breath, preparation for Sophia blocking his airways. Thankfully she was petit and gravity helped get her past his collar long before he would worry about suffocating. He held a hand to his throat to feel her slip down. Tracing her progress with his fingers, Sophia fell away. Becoming his.

The weight settled in his now full stomach, and he placed a hand over the spot.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” he sighed and closed his eyes, just focusing on Sophia as she got comfortable, pushing against his insides in the most pleasant manner.

As soon as her hands and face entered the chamber The princess cast a dim grey light. The darkness was just a bit to total and she wasn’t planning on sleeping. The beams danced across the curves of flesh that flexed and rolled.

Most folks tried to avoid ever seeing such a place. Or made it their mission in life to make sure no one else did, as it was technically a chamber that only promised a painful death unless the giant who owned it was merciful. Not that most folks eaten would have light with them. But to Sophia it was a welcome and familiar scene. Her personal hide-away.

And she placed her hands at the sides of the pharynx to push herself into the wizard’s stomach.

She mushed around like a cat for a while, longer than she needed to since she knew Yonah liked it. Before flopping down and stretching out, her joints making musical crinkle tinkles. The flesh embraced her and cuddled her, the pulse beneath almost talking to her, telling her to relax.

Yonah’s quiet voice rumbled down.

“What chapter were you on?” The chamber shifted as the giant reached for the book.

“Uhhhhh 8!” She said. It was 8 or 9 so she lowballed it.

Yonah wiggled, settling back into his chair in a similar manner to Sophia in his stomach. Just sitting up. And not in a stomach. His new position meant his gut was more squished, and Sophia was more squished! Little giggles came from his middle.

How delightful!  

“Ok,” he said, giving his stomach a nice rub and relishing the reciprocated action, “Chapter 8: Spectre of the Gun. The scene was typical. A desert planet. A small town. High noon. Two cyborg gunslingers. And our intrepid band of adventurers nowhere to be found, just a weird pillar of smoke several kilometres to the west…”

Ah. She had been on chapter 9. But she did not say anything, and just let the words wash over her.

What a perfect way to spend a lazy day.

[FIN]

[Thanks for reading! please reblog! for more mystic woods go to vore-scientist.tumblr.com/tagged/mystic+woods+story or search ‘mystic woods story’ on my blog! For thief stories only search “MW Thieves”]

[nekoabi]

Fic Masterlist!

I finally made a post version of my masterlist, which allows it to be viewed on mobile! Everything is also available on my AO3, which is also NekoAbi. 

The Five Times Patton Smiled And The One Time It Didn’t Reach His Eyes - Angsty. Romantic Royality. Romantic Prinxiety. Implied NSFW. College AU. School AUri

Admitting It - Romantic Logicality. Kiss. Sleepy boys. Terrible Title Syndrome.

Stitches -  Hurt/Comfort. Platonic Moxiety. Patton tears.

Falling For You - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logicality. Romantic Prinxiety. Platonic LAMP. One-sided (for now). Implied NSFW dreams. Implied wet dream. Swearing. Logan and Roman being know-it-all lil pieces of shit. School AU.

Planning - Platonic LAMP. Fluffy shenanigans.

Snow - Platonic LAMP. Virgil enjoys the snow. Pain mention, Self-inflicted pain.

Calm - Platonic LAMP. Its a calm day and Virgil gets introspective. Food mention.

Library - MASTERLIST! MASTERLIST (Rewrite) Library AU. All pairings, a different pairing each chapter, ending with LAMP. Cute fluff. Falling in love in different ways. Logan, head librarian. Patton, hired work. Virgil, volunteer. Roman, volunteer.

Too Close For Comfort - Past Prinxiety. Crying, Break Up. Roman is processing a break up, maybe some music can help.

Royality vs. Analogical - Romantic Royality, Romantic Analogical. Food mention, kissing. Each relationship is different; some are loud, some are quiet.

Nerdy - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logince. High School AU. Logan’s always been a lone wolf, but recently someone’s just been playing on his mind.

Fragrance of Dark Coffee - Romantic Prinxiety. Angst. Major Character Death Prior To Events. Influenced by Ace Attorney.

On the Verge of a Heartbreak - MASTERLIST! Eventual Moxiety. Angst in later chapters. School AU.

His Last Chance - Prinxiety. Angst. Implied cheating, lots of sadness.

Prompt Fill Fic Collection - University AU. Most LAMP ships. A collection of 9 prompt fill fics.

Logan’s Birthday - Written for Logan’s Birthday 2018. Platonic LAMP. Food mention, happy crying.

Tea Break -  Patton finds Roman having some issues with homework. Platonic Royality. Food mention. School AU.

Hands - Soft Logince. Roman’s frustrated by something.

Of Princes and Potions - MASTERLIST! Pining Logince. Royal Fantasy AU. Sympathetic Deceit. Mentions of war and injury. Chapter 6 involves blood, swords, knives, injury and strong anxiety attack parallels.

Rain On Me/You’re Perfect/The Way You Held My Hand/Stupid Band - School AU. Virgil is new to the school, meets a cute boy, can’t handle it. Themes of personal isolation.Chapter 3 had allusion to self-harm and talk of injury. Based off of a songs from Emo the Musical.

If I Can’t Love Her - Based off of a song of the same name. Roceit. Sympathetic Deceit. Roman hears a new singing voice, and needs to find out who it is.

Perfect - Romantic Royality. Kissing, Playfighting. Roman and Patton begin by playfighting, end up doing something they didn’t expect.

My Hero - Romantic Moceit. Kidnapping, Gangs, Violence, Fighting. Patton is kidnapped, and all he wants is for his boyfriend to come and save him... but that would never happen... right?

Ultraviolet - Logince. Past Prinxiety. Swearing, alcohol mention, past FWB relationship. Roman’s crushing on a fellow teacher and his inner performer can really help with that.

Bad Day - Implied Romantic Mox. Panic attack. Virgil has a bad day, Patton knows how to help.

Animals Know Best - Logicality. Prinxiety. Soulmate AU. Everyone has a partner animal that chooses them which not only has traits of their soulmate, but will also lead them to their soulmate. Virgil doesn’t believe in it all too much, until he can’t help but admit it.

Insomnia - Remile. Insomnia talk, mention of sleep therapy, mention of smoking. Remy’s dealing with some really bad insomnia and he’s referred to a sleep specialist. Yet the most interesting thing is the receptionist who works there...

Torn Apart - Heavy Angst with a happy ending. Lots of violence; stabbing, cutting off limbs, strangulation, choking, head injuries. Wrath is an OC of mine, he’s an angry man. Virgil sets him off. It’s a bad time.

Lullaby for a Duke - Remus mention. Based off of Lullaby for a Princess, an MLP song and animation.

Ranking Up - MASTERLIST! Splatoon Sides. Deceit and Remus are involved. 

Lies - Virgil-centric. Angst. Unhappy Ending. Suicide, Alcohol, Dangerous Driving, Car Crash, Death, Suicide (both implied and described), Implied Abusive Deceit. Based off of Lies by McFly.

This Day Aria - Villain!Deceit. Based off of the same song from MLP:FiM.

It’s (Im)possible - Roceit. “What you just asked for is impossible” and “Fuckbuddies falling in love”.

I’m Fine! - School AU. Roman’s sent to the councillor’s office against his will. Sure, he may have mentioned something in drama, but he’s fine!

Headache - No AU. Thomas has a headache and it affects where the sides reside... and to Roman more than the others.

Paint Me - Royality. Human AU. Struggling artist Roman needs some inspiration and the stranger knocking at his door is just what he needs. Based off of Paint Me from Firebringer.

To Love a Remus - Demus. No AU. Remus is an idiot, but Deceit thinks he’s hot anyway. Blood and Injury mention. Birthday fic for @doces-e--tuga

Virgil the Small Purple Emo - Moxiety. Love Makes You Grow AU. Virgil was unloved at a young age and stopped growing. A chance meeting might change his life. Secret Santa for @midnightsdarkangel (also my first and probably last attempt at GT)

Battle Bonds - No AU. Thomas is on a Pokemon kick and its affecting his imagination more than he could... well... imagine.

Theatre Technicians are basically Vampires - Vampire/Human AU. They all live in one house, work at the same place and are vampires. Angst included about their pasts which include the following: attacks, blood, talk of death, injury, scarring and attempted suicide.

Recreating - MASTERLIST! No ships. No AU. Thomas liked to watch Disney movies. That fact was one of the least surprising things about him. He could sit down and watch almost any of the Disney movies and have a wonderful time. Sometimes, scenes from those movies got stuck in his head. He never thought anything of it. 

Love on the Fly Floor - Theatre AU. Prinxiety, Roman is crushing bad on one of the flymen for the show he’s on. When his birthday rolls around, the cast and crew give him a surprise.

While The Sides Are Away, Virgil Will Play - No AU. The sides have a day out and leave Virgil at home. They don’t expect to come home to him looking... like that.

How Not to Help Your Nerd Boyfriend Find a Swimsuit - Human AU. Intrulociet. Logan needs a swimsuit. His boyfriends want to help. They are no help. Birthday fic for @cloverlyanxious/ @maeofclubsandart

Pier Pressure - Human AU. Logince/Pining Moxiety. The four go to the lake to hang out, Roman’s mad that his brother and friend are so clearly into each other but not taking the hint.

The 5 Times Patton Tripped and the 1 Time He Fell (In Love) - Human AU. 5+1 fic. Moxiety. Patton falls a lot, has done since birth. Doesn’t mean everyone’s used to it.

Remus Kidnaps You - Idk AU... mix of canon and human, maybe? No Ship. Remus kidnaps you to play with your hair. That’s about it.

Oh My God, They Were Roommates - Human/College AU. Prinxiety. Virgil meets an old friend, gets a crush on him, walks into him basically naked, freaks out. Ends happy.

Heatwave - Sides-Are-English Human AU.  There’s a heatwave. All the roommates are shedding their usual clothing for something cooler, except one.

Explainable Coincidences - Human/Teen AU. The twins explore an abandoned hotel, but they didn’t expect others to be there too.

Don’t Think Twice - Human AU. Song Fic. Roceit. It’s the happiest day of their lives, yet they still reflect on where they started from.

Keeping It Quiet - Human/Influencer AU. Prinxiety. Virgil and Roman keep their relationship quiet on social media. Not silent, just quiet.

Don’t Drink And Livestream, Especially When You’re Famous - Human/Famous AU. Platonic Roceit. Being drunk, drinking, kissing. Janus tries to help his friend get over his ex.

A Simple Mistake With A Simple Solution - Human AU. Logince. Roman messes up, Logan’s pissed. Roman makes it easy.

Skipping Ahead A Few Steps - Human AU. Logicality. Patton brings a dog home, Logan’s baffled and confused.

Oh How The Tables Have Turned... - Royal AU. Roceit, background Intrulogical. Roman’s brother likes Roman’s retainer. Roman doesn’t think he likes his brother’s. He’s wrong.

Just Like In The Fairy Tales - Semi-Fantasy/Royal AU. Royality. Patton sneaks off to his favourite place to enjoy the view.

An Apple A Day... Hurts Like A Bitch - No AU. Platonic Sides. The 5 times Janus got apples thrown at him and the 1 time he threw one at everyone else.

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TVFH Related Stories

Pocky Day - Written for Pocky Day 2018. Shenanigans with TVFH cast and the pocky game.

Coffee Break - Virgil returns to his room and finds Reggie having problems with homework. School AU.

House Party - Roman throws a house party after a show. Mention of drunken behaviour and alcohol.

Beach Trip -  It’s hot, the gang decide to go to the beach. The night before, shenanigans ensue. Sexual implications. Relia focused.

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FFXV Fics

Type Found - Pokemon AU. Prompto finds a Pokemon in an imperial base, saves it and plot things happen. The boys have partner pokemon.

Hair Troubles - No AU. Ignis can’t get his hair right and it’s frustrating. Prompto steps in to help.

Prompto’s Bike - Pre-Roadtrip. OT4 Chocobros. Prompto has a motorbike. The other bros really like it.

Cor’s Cooking Lesson - Pre-Roadtrip. Cor finds young Ignis attempting to cook and helps out.

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Best Cars, Trucks, and SUVs We Drove in 2017

We’ve traveled the world and tested well over 220 cars to bring you the very best automotive reviews around. In 2017, we were blessed to have the best access to cars all over the price spectrum, from one of the smallest cars offered today to some of the quickest and luxurious, too. Now that 2017 is coming to an end, we’re reflecting on some of the very best cars and trucks we drove this year.

Enjoy, and check out the best cars we drove in 2016 right here.

2016 Ferrari 488 GTB

Sure, it’s Motor Trend’s Best Drivers Car. It was also the best car I drove all year, of any aspect. It represents every teenager’s dream for getting into automotive journalism. I’ll admit it: Growing up, I had that Alpine stereo poster with the maroon Lamborghini Countach on my bedroom wall. That was my dream, which the fates have granted me. And although I’ve been fortunate to drive numerous outstanding vehicles in my career, I have found many of them wanting, of not measuring up to my teenage fantasies. But from the second I clicked shut the driver’s door, the Ferrari 488 fulfilled every automotive desire I’ve ever had. From its fingertip-precise driving manners to the snarl-to-shriek powerband of the engine to its origami sheetmetal designed to make pedestrians gawk. It made me laugh, sing, weep, and swear great glorious oaths. —Mark Rechtin

It’s kinda low hanging fruit, but I have to admit there’s one car this year that embodied everything I love about cars: (A) sexy styling, (B) an aural superstar, (C) in terms of performance, it more than cashes the check it writes with A+B, (D) it was pretty easy to get close to its limits without the threat of something going terribly awry, and (E) it was surprisingly livable. The Ferrari 488 GTB deserved our 2017 Best Driver’s Car award because it is exactly what it appears to be, and unlike some other exotics, it isn’t over the top in any way. —Chris Walton

2019 Mazda3 Prototype

I don’t even know what this car will look like, as I drove a mule made out of a current-gen Mazda3. Doesn’t matter. Under the hood beats a compression-ignition gas engine, promising diesel economy with gasoline emissions at an affordable price. For more than a decade plenty of gigantic automakers have loudly promoted then abandoned this concept while plucky Mazda has just quietly made its spark-controlled compression ignition Skyactive X engine work—and work really well. The car bristles with plenty more chassis and seating innovations aimed at maximizing driver satisfaction, which drives home the point that while everybody else is making noise about autonomy, Mazda still wants its cars to be fun for human beings to drive. Hallelujah. —Frank Markus

Bugatti Chiron

For me, 2017 was a super year for supercars. Porsche’s 911 GT2 RS, the McLaren 720S, and Ford’s radical new GT all delivered breathtaking, yet uniquely different, high performance driving experiences. But in a year of superlatives, one car brushed them all imperiously aside: the Bugatti Chiron. The fastest, most powerful street legal production car in history, the Chiron is an automotive engineering benchmark for the ages, a car that redefines the performance envelope for internal combustion engines. Cruising one effortlessly at 200 mph on a European freeway and realizing I was still only accessing 75 percent of this extraordinary car’s capability is an experience I will long remember. —Angus MacKenzie

2018 Ford F-150

Never have I encountered a vehicle that was excellent in every form it came in. The base XL work truck was utilitarian and geared perfectly for its intended mission, the Lariat (supposedly the lesser of the luxury trims) was well-appointed and rode comfortably, and the Raptor was just a beast on- and off the pavement. Both the 2.7-liter and 3.5-liter twin-turbo V-6 engines were exceptionally powerful; the 10-speed auto was a peach, and who knew that a sub-3.0-liter engine could pull that hard even with all the metal around it?! Regardless of the variant, the F-150 has grown into a solid truck with a great blend of performance, comfort, surprising fuel efficiency, and a slick multimedia system than many automakers could learn from (looking at you, Toyota, Mercedes, Mazda, and Lexus). —Stefan Ogbac

2017 Tesla Model 3

I spend most of my time reading stories other staffers write about driving cars, not so much driving cars myself. I’m also a relative EV novice; the only electric car I had driven prior to the Model 3 was the Kia Soul EV. So I didn’t fully know what to expect when I got behind the wheel of the Tesla. Even after driving it, I still don’t fully know what to think of it. It’s an experience unlike just about anything else. I’m not sold on putting virtually all functions into the tablet touchscreen, but the clean interior this allows is stunning. It felt more like relaxing at home, the dash a nice coffee table and the windshield a TV, than sitting in a car—only my furniture isn’t that nice. And when I finally got to driving instead of just admiring … wow. If I were a reservation holder, I might get a little antsy as I wait to actually get a Model 3 of my own, but there’s no denying that the Model 3 is a genuinely impressive machine. —Jesse Bishop

Well, this is a pretty predictable pick if you know me—the Tesla Model 3. How come?

Not because it’s been the talk of the automotive town; the only car I know that causes people at dinner parties to quickly walk across the room to hear about. As an introvert, I actually wish they didn’t.

No, the attraction is in its possibilities. The Model 3, right now, is a big blank canvas upon which Tesla has a once in a lifetime chance to truly paint the car of the future. Sure, right now it’s a canvas in the hands of a sprinkling of people who are getting their first taste of how beautifully a well-designed EV can drive. And it’s supported by the Supercharger network, underlining its uniqueness as the only long-range EV that can truly replace your internal combustion automobile. And—no small thing—it’s at a price that’s laser-guided at the heart of the market, too. But those aren’t any of my reasons, either.

I’m going to point at two things. Here on the side—see that video camera in the B-pillar and that other one in the front fender? They’re some of the eyes this car will use to see—via artificial intelligence—surrounding traffic for autonomous driving. Can Tesla pull this off without Lidar? I don’t know. But those cameras there indicate they’re sure going to try. And also look here—inside—at the big screen in the middle of the dash. It’s meant to replace the usual busy swarm of knobs and switches with a single touchscreen interface. Some have criticized this. I see it as an inevitable evolution toward a new language of man-machine interface, and Tesla, once again, is off to a giant head start in defining it. Some critics have cast these two features of the Model 3 as—at the moment—a glass half full. I see that empty half as where the future of the automobile could very well be poured. —Kim Reynolds

2017 Ford Mustang Shelby GT350R

To help refresh my memory for this assignment, I scrolled through my Instagram account, which mostly serves as an archive of the good stuff I’ve driven. I paused at the Ferrari 488, stopped a tad longer at the fantastic Porsche 718 Cayman, but only the Ford Mustang Shelby GT350R gave me goose bumps. The wonderful wail from its Voodoo V-8 stands out the most, but the GT350R is much more than its engine. Its lively steering, precise shifter, and sharp handling all contribute to a unforgettable driving experience and without a doubt the best car I drove in 2017. —Erick Ayapana

2017 Mini Clubman S All4

This year I had the pleasure of chaperoning our long-term 2017 Mini Clubman S All4. In addition to being incredibly fun to drive and surprisingly spacious for hauling stuff around, the Mini facilitated some remarkable adventures—both impromptu and painstakingly planned. Whenever I had the Mini in my driveway, I was constantly coming up with excuses to get out and drive. Whether it was venturing into the heart of downtown L.A. for the afternoon or taking a day trip out to the middle of the desert, the Mini was ready for it. Limited parking? No problem. Got passengers? Pile ‘em in. Picking up something oblong and bulky? It’ll probably fit.

The Mini also got me through a two-week, 2,000-mile road trip that included bucket-list places such as Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, historic Route 66, and so much more. The destinations were unforgettable, but the journey in the Mini was just as memorable. —Alex Nishimoto

2017 Alfa Romeo Giulia

When a car distinguishes itself after an entire day of driving most of its competitors on the same roads, you know it’s something special. That’s exactly what happened earlier this year with the 280-hp 2017 Alfa Romeo Giulia, which won a comparison test against many formidable competitors. You’d expect the Alfa Romeo to look good and be one of the most engaging drivers in the class, but it was the car’s well-rounded appeal that really surprised. Sure, there are a few things in the interior I wish were different, and I personally have trouble trusting Alfa Romeo’s long-term reliability, but wow. What a car. —Zach Gale

2019 Lamborghini Urus

The best car I drove in 2017? The Lamborghini Urus. Even if it isn’t the actual best car (or in this case, hulking SUV), I’m the only American who has so far been allowed to drive the latest (and second) soft roader from Sant’Agata. All other sport-oriented SUVs are on notice: the Urus is better than you are. Yes, for $200,000+ it had better be. Initially, I was swayed by the 650 horsepower and the approximately 3.3 second dash to 60 mph. After many laps around a 4-mile circuit, however, I’m most in love with the Urus’ brakes. Which, at 17.3 inches up front, are the largest that have been fitted to any car. Ever. What a world we’re living in. —Jonny Lieberman

2017 Honda Civic Type R

My high points of the year include, as you’d expect, blasting up highway 198 in every single Best Driver’s Car competitor. The Porsche 718, 911 Turbo S, and Ferrari 488, of course, all stand out even months later. Oddly enough, so does the Corvette Grand Sport. Despite a gearbox that wasn’t quite right for the conditions (all too often I found myself running out of breath at the top of third into a corner or bogging in fourth coming out of it), I still remember how well that car stuck and steered, no matter how hard I was on the throttle or brakes. At the start of the 2017 Pe from PerformanceJunk WP Feed 3 http://ift.tt/2BjS3Rb via IFTTT