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Giant Astarion/ Tiny Tav drabble

BG3 g/t, fluff, f!tav

Rating: general

Description: Astarion finds a tiny human hiding in a tree nearby their camp.

Noted: BG3 has taken over my mind so have a tiny g/t Drabble about our favorite vampire

Astarion is the first to spot the little borrower following their group around. He’d been able to smell something vaguely human while on their way to the grove from the nautilus crash but he’d just assumed it was the stink of the corpses that hadn’t survived the crash. It wasn’t until they finally had a calm night that he really took notice.

They had set up in a nice meadow nestled safely away from any major trade routes, the only sounds came from the vampire’s fellow companions and distant animals hunting somewhere in the forest. But, as everyone else sat down in a circle to eat whatever food Gale had prepared for the night, Astarion headed into the trees. They all knew about his condition at this point, and while most of them had reacted better than he thought they would, he still was relatively cautious about letting them see him hunt. So while they were busy eating whatever muck Gale could throw together with their scavenged ingredients, he snuck away into the trees beyond looking for something to drain.

He wandered for a few minutes, careful of the sound of cracking leaves under his feet, but it wasn’t long before he caught a scent…a familiar one. He couldn’t quite place it, but he knew he’d smelt it before. Eagerly, he followed its trail until he came upon an old mangled tree. It was so close he could still see the lights from camp through the trees.

He paused for a moment, listening to the small sounds of whatever was moving in the tree before darting his hand in to grab it. However, when he pulled the writhing screaming thing to his face he wasn’t anticipating to be met by the face of a person…or at least what looked like one.

“Let me go!” the tiny girl screamed, “Fuck off!”

Interesting, she knew common, he thought.

“And what exactly are you little one?” Astarion smiled slyly as he held the tiny between his thumb and forefinger. The little thing hissed and scratched at his fingers, but it was to no avail.

“None of your fucking business,” she spat, “Put me down, NOW.”

Astarion laughed softly with a condescending smirk, “That’s no way to talk to someone who quite literally holds your life in their hands darling.”

The tiny glared up at him, eyes wild before seemingly giving up, her head falling down to her chest.

“It’s a curse okay? I…ive never been stuck for this long though,” she muttered.

Astarion gifted her a sly smile in return, “Yes but that doesn’t explain why you’ve been following us now does it? I do believe I’ve smelt you before darling. You know most people that small wouldn’t choose to stay close to a vampire.”

The girl shuddered in his grip, glaring up at him intensely, “I fell off the ship too…the nautiloid. I saw your little group and felt the tadpole’s connection and well…it felt at least a bit safer to be near people, and it made it easier to actually get food.”

Astarion’s raised a brow at that, so she was one of them.

“So you’ve been stealing our things have you?” Astarion smirked, holding her a little closer to his face and showing his fangs with a smile.

The girl visually tensed up filling Astarion with a small sense of glee.

“Just little things, I promise,” she stuttered out, “Nothing big, I wouldn’t.”

Astarion laughed again investigating her closely, “Well I would assume nothing big. You’re far too small to carry much more.”

The girl simply nodded in response, the action quick and tense in his hand.

“Just…please,” she whimpered, “Please let me go.”

Astarion tilted his head as if thinking about it. Truly he had no intentions of harming her, not really. With how small she was draining her would be barely more than a snack…but he could still have some fun.

“Hmm, but I took so much time to find a meal,” Astarion said, “It would be a shame to put you to waste.”

“No!” the girl yelled as he pulled her closer to him, “I…I’m too small it wouldn’t be good, please.”

Astarion smiled down at her panicked expression and tilted his head, “Hmm, perhaps you’re right.”

The girl just stared at him, eyes wide and body tense as if waiting for him to snap at any second. His companions would surely be upset with him for teasing her, but while he was alone he could have some fun. He deserved it after all they’d been through.

“Although, I do believe if I don’t have a taste something else probably will,” Astarion said with a sly smile, “You stink you know?”

Slowly, he placed the tiny back down in the tree and raised his brows at her questioning.

“I…yes I know,” she muttered, seemingly frozen between the decisions of staying to talk or fleeing, “Usually I’m only like this for a day at most…this is��more than I’m used to. I think it’s maybe due to the tadpole.”

Astarion tilted his head curiously, “That makes sense, the tadpoles seem to be messing with everyone. Although it seems to just have made you more snack-sized.”

The girl frowned at him, subconsciously taking a step away from the giant vampire.

“Oh stop that,” he shook his head, “If I wanted to eat you I would have already darling, but as is you’re far too small to be worth it.”

The frown on the girl’s face deepened at the implications that if she was bigger he would have considered it, but she still stayed still, staring up at the giant man.

“Don’t…please don’t tell the others about me,” she forced out after a second, “It’s safer without anyone knowing.”

“Are you quite sure about that?” Astarion asked, his eyes glancing over to the camp’s lights, “If you stay here you’re liable to be picked up by a bird or rat as soon as they catch a whiff of you.”

The girl shrugged, her expression tight, “I just…Maybe the curse will stop soon. I hope at least…I don’t want people seeing me like this.”

Astarion looked her up and down and frowned, in a way it reminded him of when he was still stuck under Cazador’s power. He hated being seen like that too, although he hadn’t had much of a choice in the matter.

“Very well then,” Astarion shrugged, “Try not to get eaten dear, I don’t want to find out what happens if some beast gets a tadpole in their system. And if you change your mind I’d never be opposed to a little tasteful company.”

He grinned with a flash of his fangs to accentuate his words as he turned from the tree with a well practiced turn. The girl frowned at him but didn’t say anything in return, just crawling back into the small hole she’d been in before as Astarion went on his way to find something else to eat.

As much as he hated it his other companions had made him soft. The tiny girl offered him almost nothing practically; however, in the smallest recesses of his mind he hoped she’d change her mind. It felt nice being able to have someone close that couldn’t take advantage of him. At her size she wouldn’t be able to do anything to him he didn’t want, although he surely could do the opposite.

However, as he hunted and finally caught a raccoon to feed on, he thought that he didn’t think he would take advantage of her. Perhaps it would be nice, just to have a friend, someone who understood being powerless.

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Why is this shot like a special episode of The Great British Baking show?

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Roman you’ve given me too many ideas now >:)

Tommy begging for primes while doing parkour across Wilbur’s counter

Wilbur’s just chilling in his room and Tommy narrates his life like a wildlife documentary. “The wild human opens his computer again, like a dumbass”

He tries to “borrow” food from Wilbur’s pantry but falls in to a bag of chips. He pretends he’s going to do and Wilbur plays into it pretending to eat the chips around him. For the stream wilbur acts as a “dangerous human” and pretends to grab Tommy (although he doesn’t actually hurt him)

Afterwards Tommy has to clarify that Wilbur would never actually hurt him and that he was just playing it up for the stream

Wilbur’s fine with the act and the chat seems to love it until Tommy jokes about Wilbur eating him. Immediately he stops the act because even as a joke the idea of actually hurting Tommy makes him feel sick

Tommy finds a bug and wrestles with it, pretending to make it his “steed”

When ur existence as a borrower gotta be secret but u need that ad revenue

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Mage Hand

G!Gale/t!fTav

A BG3 g/t fic

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Rating: general

Warnings: mentions of blood and violence

Summary: During a fight Tav gets spotted, and Gale has to react quickly to protect the tiny. Much fluff and protective giant Gale

Truly they hadn’t been expecting a fight at all.

Gale frantically cast out magical missiles at the goblins that had ambushed them. One fell to the miriad of blows, but the larger one just growled in anger. Blood pooled in Gale’s robes from the arrow still lodged in his side, but he couldn’t stop to look at the damage just yet.

They’d been on their way to set up camp for the night when they were attacked.

Arrows flew out through the trees before any of them could react, and after such a long trek they were too tired to put on a good fight. Out of the corner of his eye Gale saw Karlach whipping her axe around wildly, although her face showed the strain it was taking on her, and Astarion was slower than usual to slice through one of the smaller goblin’s throats.

“Fuck,” Gale hissed as he pressed one hand to the bleeding wound at his side.

He could feel his magic starting to run low, if he didn’t rest soon he wouldn’t be much use at all, but until the goblins were gone he just had to push through it.

With a yell a burst of flame appeared in his hand and shot out at one of the goblins circling around Shadowheart. The goblin screeched in pain as its clothes caught fire, and not a second later Lae’zel had ran it through with her blade.

They were doing okay, but they were all taking too many blows for his liking. Gale’s eyes shot up at the sight of a new goblin running out from the trees, rusted dagger in hand. It ran at Astarion who had just helped Wyll finish off the largest goblin, but before Gale could yell to warn him the dagger sliced through Astarion’s back.

Astarion fell to the ground with a hiss of pain before he turned to angrily stab through the goblin’s leg. The goblin fell with a loud cry, and while that was enough for Astarion at the moment, he wasn’t dead.

Typically, that wouldn’t be much of a problem. In most cases a downed enemy was as good as dead.

But one glance was all it took for Gale’s heart rate to shoot into a panic. The downed goblin growled and clawed at his blade trying to push himself back up when its eyes locked on the same thing Gale’s did.

Tav had fallen out of Astarion’s pocket.

The goblin’s eyes darted between the vampire now a few feet away and the tiny before a gnarled green hand darted out to grab her.

In all his life, Gale had never reacted so fast before.

His mind drew from the last reserves of magic he had to conjure up a glowing blue hand that quickly darted out to grab Tav. The goblin’s hand missed by only a hair before the mage hand glided away back to Gale’s side. Gale wanted to check on the tiny to make sure they were okay, but the goblin’s eyes were now trained on the wizard, a violent snarl painting their features.

With a flick of his fingers he guided the mage hand to drop Tav in his pocket, and kept the spectral hand floating near in case she fell out again. He spared one glance down at the tiny who was clearly shaken, before throwing another bolt of flames at the goblin.

The goblin fell with another shrill scream as he burned and writhed on the ground. He wouldn’t be surviving that.

Gale frantically looked around at the others to make sure everyone was okay, and saw Lae’zel finishing off the last of the goblins with a victorious yell. Only when the goblin took its last breath did the wizard allow himself to relax.

Subconsciously, his hand reached into his pocket to thumb at the tiny’s head. Their warm presence felt relaxing.

“Gale,” the small voice said, “Are they gone?”

The tiny attempted to peak their head out of his pocket, and before Gale could even register that he’d commanded it the spectral mage hand pressed her firmly back down into his pocket- back to where it was safe.

He blinked in realization and embarrassment at the protective instincts, and with a muttered apology waved off the glowing blue hand.

Gently, he reached into his pocket with an open palm- an invitation. Once he felt all of Tav’s weight in his hand he curled his fingers around her form gently and brought her out.

“Yes, they’re all gone I believe,” Gale sighed, “Unless more of those bastards are hiding in the trees.”

“They’re better not be,” Karlach grumbled at that, her tail swinging side-to-side angrily, “I need some food and a fucking nap.”

The tiny laughed in Gale’s palm at Karlach’s words and the softness of it brought a smile to Gale’s face. He was glad she felt so safe in his hands.

However, the domesticity of the moment was quickly broken by Astarion yelling.

“Tav?” he yelled, his eyes darting around frantically.

“Don’t worry I’ve got her,” Gale called out to the vampire, watching as Astarion’s shoulders visibly relaxed at the sight of her in the wizard’s palm.

“Fuck okay, good,” Astarion exhaled slowly, “My apologies little love, I didn’t anticipate for another one of those bastards to be in hiding. Usually they’re not that smart.”

Tav just laughed and waved him off, “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

Astarion smiled, softer than normal due to the exhaustion from the day.

“Well I believe we might as well just set up camp now,” Astarion hummed, “After that I doubt we’re making it that much farther anyway.”

Everyone agreed with nodded heads and soon the tents were set up and a campfire was burning. Gale had almost forgotten about his injury until Tav said something.

“Does that hurt?” Tav said pointing up at the wound from where they sat on the soft rug in his tent, “You should get Shadowheart to look at it.”

Gale looked down at the tiny on the floor next to him and then down at the wound in his side. He had pulled the arrow out before starting to set up camp, but the adrenaline from the fight had almost made him forget.

“Ah, yes,” Gale frowned as he touched at his blood-soaked side, “I believe I got a bit carried away. No need to bother Shadowheart now though, she’s just as drained as the rest of us.”

Tav frowned in response as she started to climb up Gale’s pants from where he was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He barely breathed as she climbed him, afraid of accidentally knocking the tiny off.

Once Tav was close enough she peered at the wound through the hole in his robe.

“It looks pretty deep,” she grimaced, “At least take a healing potion, wouldn’t want it to get worse.”

Gale blushed at the proximity to the tiny as one of her minuscule hands brushed against the skin around the wound.

“Yes- yes of course,” he stammered, looking away from where the tiny was perched on his leg, “I think I have a few extra.”

Tav nodded at that, seemingly pleased that the wizard agreed to take care of himself and plopped themselves down on his leg.

“You didn’t have to help me like that you know,” Tav said softly after a few moments of silence, “I could have managed.”

To accentuate her words she opened her palm where a small burst of magic appeared. Of course Gale knew she wasn’t defenceless, the tiny had proven herself to be useful enough times already.

But something about seeing the goblin reaching for her, about seeing his eyes dripping with malice… Gale couldn’t let him touch her.

“I know,” Gale said, tilting his head in flushed embarrassment, “Just…I wanted to. I want to keep you safe. I apologize if it seemed like I didn’t think you could fend for yourself.”

Tav laughed softly, and patted their hand against Gale’s thigh from where they sat.

“It’s alright,” Tav smiled, “And regardless it would be rude of me not to thank you.”

Gale flushed again, not used to the kindness in her words. He tried to look away to hide it but he knew the tiny saw it when she laughed again.

“You know I’m never opposed to being held by you,” Tav smiled slyly, “Mage hand or not it’s quite nice.”

Her words only caused Gale to flush more, “Well then, I um…I suppose I can hold you more. If you’d desire it of course.”

Tav giggled at his nervousness and gifted the wizard a soft smile, “I’d be delighted.”

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would you ever consider writing bg3 g/t fearplay from the tiny’s perspective? maybe gale or wyll? im a sucker for characters that aren’t intimidating or scary being seen as terrifying from the tiny’s perspective.

YES ABSOLUTELY!!

Here is Gale fear play as a treat, Wyll will come soon >:)

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Tav was used to being around the wizard.

It was only about a week into the whole tadpole predicament when Tav was noticed by the much larger people at the camp, and Gale had been one of the first in support of keeping the tiny with them. They’d been terrified of the group at the time, but the tadpole in their brain still called to the gigantic figures. And as scary as some of the giants were, they were all relatively careful and kind…aside from the vampire of course. Although even his teasing got better eventually.

Gale, however, was easily one of the least intimidating giants Tav had ever met.

The man never held them without permission and almost all conversations with him led to some discussion of magic or what it was like to be so small. He was curious to his core, and while he was fascinated by Tav’s stature, he was never disrespectful.

All in all, being scared of Gale, the most gentle giant they’d ever met, seemed like a ridiculous if not impossible notion.

That was, until they remembered how strong he truly was compared to them.

It was late at night when goblins snuck into their camp. Astarion noticed first, jumping up from his trance to alert the others. Tav barely had time to wipe the sleep from their eyes before they were harshly grabbed, warm skin squeezing tightly around them.

“Hey wait,” Tav yelled as they tried to push their way free, but the hand just grabbed tighter, making it hard to breath and causing theirs limbs to ache.

They tried to get their bearings, taking a gasping breath as they managed to push their head free, “Fucking hells, let me go!”

But the hand only wrapped around them tighter, squeezing their chest painfully causing a sharp pain in their lungs. They fought as hard as they could but it was no use, and after a few seconds of being crushed they were haphazardly thrown into something dark. A pocket…

All around them they heard yells and movement as the fabric twisted around them uncomfortably, but no matter how much they yelled they didn’t get a response. They twisted to try to orient themselves but every time they managed to sit up they were knocked back down again.

It felt like hours before it finally stopped, and Tav was shaking head to toe. The sounds around them died down as the person keeping them captive stopped moving so frantically. It was over.

“Hells…” a familiar loud voice exhaled from above them as a hand reached down to them…the same hand that not too long before had squeezed them so tight they feared they’d pop.

Instinctively they winced and flinched away, trying to avoid the grasping fingers. However, there wasn’t much they could do against someone so much larger than themselves. They kicked and scratched as the tight grip wrapped around them, gentler this time.

When they were pulled out into the light of the camp they were met with a familiar face- Gale, bloodied and breathing hard. And although the sight of him was usually a much wanted comfort, Tav’s lungs froze in their chest.

“My apologies for grabbing you earlier,” Gale started with an apologetic smile, “There was quite a bit of panic.”

Tav tried to process the man’s words, but their whole body was frozen. They felt like they were stuck in glue, and all they could move was their eyes.

“Are you alright?” Gale asked in concern, his brows furrowed together.

Tav wanted to respond, they really did, but it was like they had no control over their own body. Their mouth felt dry and their brain screamed at them to run.

Before they could even process it they had bolted upright and dashed to try to jump out of Gale’s hand. But the human was faster. Before Tav could get away the fingers closed over top of them. They yelped and covered their head with their arms, anticipating the moment he would crush them, but it never came.

“Woah there settle down,” Gale said in a hushed voice, “Are you alright? I apologize if I startled you earlier, but I didn’t want one of the goblins to find you first.”

Tav just shook in his closed fist, anxious to get away from the man. In the back of their head they knew Gale was safe, but at the moment, a much larger part of them felt like a cornered animal facing off against a wolf.

“I…” Gale paused, “I’m sorry, if I scared you. I promise it wasn’t my intention.”

As he said it he slowly opened his hand revealing to the shell-shocked tiny that they were now in the man’s tent. They were carefully placed down on one of the many pillows the wizard kept before the giant man backed away, hands up in reassurance.

“I won’t touch you again,” Gale frowned, “I promise. But I need you to breathe.”

Tav’s breaths still came in panicked gasps as they stared up at the giant man. They retreated back into the soft pillow as much as they could, and waited, eyes piercing into Gale’s own. The wizard seemed lost in thought for a moment as he studied the tiny’s reactions.

“Did I hurt you?” Gale asked after a moment, voice cautious and low.

It took a few seconds for Tav to build up the courage to respond, but when they did their voice was barely audible.

“It was…it was too tight.”

Immediately, Gale’s eyes widened in a flash of recognition. He took a step forward towards the tiny as if to comfort them, but paused when he saw their tiny form freeze.

“I…I’m quite sorry,” Gale mumbled, “I…fuck…I know what’s done is done, but I truly did not intend to bring you any harm…I admit I could have been more cautious but I suppose I wasn’t thinking.”

Tav watched as the man visibly shrunk in on himself; they could see the tightness in his stance like a band ready to snap.

“You can sleep somewhere else tonight,” Gale says again softly after a minute of silence, “You don’t have to stay in my tent, I’d understand.”

Tav took a deep breath as their eyes met the wizard’s. In the back of their mind they realized they had never seen him so upset before.

“No,” Tav responded, barely above a whisper, “It’s…it was an accident. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this I just…it hurt.”

Gale swallowed nervously, his throat bobbing, “And I could never apologize enough for that.”

Tav nodded in response, their movements stiff as their brain finally slowed its constant stream of run, run, run. As the panic wore off, Tav finally started to relax into the pillow under them. Gale really did look devastated.

“I just suppose I forgot,” Tav said slowly, “You all are much larger than me, but I’ve become so used to it I forgot anything could ever go wrong.”

Gale nodded in response with a sigh, “And I forgot you’re much more delicate than you seem.”

An uncomfortable quiet filled the tent as the two both searched for something to say. And although Tav felt much calmer than they had moments before, a deep part of them still feared their giant friend.

“It’s not your fault,” Tav finally managed to get out through dry lips, “You were just trying to help.”

Gale frowned at that as he finally took a step forward to sit down on the ground. Now closer to the tiny’s level, his eyes searched them like he was looking for something.

“But I still hurt you,” Gale said.

Tav grimaced at the man’s words and nodded, “It’s okay, I forgive you just…please be more careful next time.”

Finally a soft smile spread across the giant’s face as he exhaled a long sigh, “You know I was quite hoping there wouldn’t have to be a next time.”

For the first time that night Tav felt themselves relax, truly relax. As much as it had scared them they knew Gale meant what he said. The wizard was still kind, after all.

Tav nodded in response as a yawn escaped their lips, “Well, I’m beat after all that. And you look like shit, so I think it’s bed time.”

Gale laughed softly and shook his head, “Yes I do believe so.”

Carefully, he pulled himself into his sleeping bag, making sure not to jostle the pillow Tav was laying on. His movements were still stiff, like he was nervous the tiny would try to flee again if he moved too fast, but neither chose to say anything about it.

The proximity to the giant felt less comforting than it had in previous nights, but as Gale’s breaths evened out Tav let themselves relax. He wouldn’t hurt them, not on purpose.

And even if they still flinched whenever he shifted in his sleep, in their heart they knew that fact was true.

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I’ve never done digital art before and I’m not like, artistically inclined lol but Little Wolf has me in a vice grip so I drew this shitty fan art on Sketchbook.

Telemachus my beloved

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The absolutely batshit urge to make an analogue horror trailer out of the Sorry Boys videos—I’ve never edited a video in my life but like….ehehehehe

Anyway what scenes should I use

[bookworm105616]

This is silly, maybe. Maybe it doesn’t need to be said at all. But I’m saying it because I’m learning to take up space again, and to speak again, and to allow things to matter to me again because I’ve accepted that I simply must live.

I cannot let go of the DSMP, because when I was maybe fourteen or fifteen years old I was uprooted from the one place my parents promised they would never make me leave. And I was sitting on a rapidly deflating air mattress in my hollowed out house with my hollowed out heart eating cold Mac and cheese because the microwave was packed, and I happened to click on a video explaining the lore of the DSMP. I was enamored. You could say it was just because I, an incredibly mentally ill teenager prone to inappropriate levels of empathy related a little too much to the destruction of L’Manberg and the themes of losing your home, and you’d probably be right. You could say it only mattered to me so much because I was looking for a distraction, and you’d probably be right about that too.

Nevertheless, I took one look at this piece of media and one look at my freshly torn up roots and I thought, this will do.

For the next several years, I became deeply entrenched in the story the dsmp told and all the media related to it. My playlists, which had previously consisted almost entirely of Sara Bareilles songs, were soon filled with songs I’d discovered via DSMP animatics. I’d sit there during lunch in a quiet corner by the trophy with my headphones on and my phone plugged into the wall, watching the same six or so animatics over and over again every day.

I honed my writing skills because I was writing DSMP FanFiction. And that sounds cringe, it is cringe—but I wrote over 100,000 words of it, and I posted my stories, and people liked them. When you’re isolated and miserable and hating yourself and nobody ever tells you that you’re doing good, you’re talented, you’re loved, that kind of validation is everything. Even wilder, any terrible experience I had became something new I could write about. When I was hospitalised for a suicide attempt, I took note of every detail of how it felt so that I could write about it later. Which is objectively insane, but it got me through it. I’ve tackled so many issues through these silly little guys.

Some of my best online friends were made through my engagement with the fandom as well. That saved my life more than once I think. I was viciously lonely, I desperately needed someone to talk to, and here were people who not only understood my weird, impossible to explain interest but shared it! Once again, that was everything to me.

Now I’m sitting here, an adult, and my roots are still curled tight around the version of the DSMP that I loved. I know that’s horrible and selfish—I’ve tried to cut myself off from it, to disengage properly and mourn and then move on, especially given all that we know now about the people involved. Please believe me when I say I’ve tried. But so much of me is twisted up in this story and this fandom and this community that every attempt makes me feel like I’m hacking off something vital or scooping my guts out, and I’m just—I’m not ready yet. And I have to admit (horribly, selfishly) that if I could do it all over again, I would choose to click on that lore video over and over again.

I would be a different person if I didn’t.

[bookworm105616]

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The Talk

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Cw: severe burns, mentions of gore

Notes: I’m back and ready to write more than ever so first things first t!techno in the little streamer au angst >:)

Also for context in the ls au tiny cities only really exist in America and since it wouldn’t be safe to have them out in the open they’re typically inside of other human buildings. The city Techno lives in is in the walls of the lobby of a human hotel :)

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Techno’s fingers thrummed nervously against his thigh. The soft light from his computer lit up the room behind him, and one last time he glanced behind him to make sure nothing was too obviously nonhuman. His furniture was all rather nice, for a tiny at least- one of the few perks of living in one of the only tiny cities.

His leg still shaking in his chair, he checked his picture in the empty zoom call again. He looked normal. It was almost weird how much he could pass for a human. It didn’t feel right. Of course it was all on purpose, but it didn’t make it any stranger seeing himself that way.

Techno sighed and brushed his hair back out of his face, revealing more of the burn covering his left side. On the pixelated screen it looked even worse than it did in real life; every bump and divet in his skin looked grossly exaggerated. And if he concentrated on it hard enough he could almost feel the ghosts of giant fingers and fire crushing his chest.

‘Phil’s going to think you’re disgusting’, his mind supplied.

He tried to shake the thought but his grotesquely burnt image made his mouth feel dry. He wasn’t easy on the eyes for sure, and even if he did trust Phil he couldn’t help how his heart tensed at the thought of seeing the human.

What was he supposed to do if Phil decided he didn’t want to be with him anymore, it would be so easy for him to-

Just as his thoughts started to spiral to the worst his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out quickly, his shaky hands almost dropping it.

Phil- ‘Link please :)’

Techno’s breath caught in his throat and for a second he considered backing down. They didn’t have to have this talk yet. But he knew it wouldn’t get easier, and if Phil was going to come visit he had to know…however much Techno was okay with him never finding out.

Techno quickly typed out a reply sending his friend the zoom link before shutting off his camera once again. He’d lied to Phil before, saying his camera was broken so he never had to be seen, and while he knew eventually he’d have to turn it on he wanted to have a bit of peace.

It was only a few seconds before the zoom call dinged as another box appeared on the screen. The sound of Phil grumbling about it not working calmed him down. It was just his friend, he could do this.

“Hey Phil,” Techno laughed trying to sound as normal as possible.

Phil grumbled again before his picture appeared large on his screen, “I fucking hate this camera it never works mate. I understand the pain of yours now- still not working Huh?”

“Uh yeah,” Techno’s mouth dried, “Actually I wanted to talk to you. About you coming to visit-”

“Oh yeah of course mate what about it?” Phil smiled before babbling on excitedly, “Ah I meant to tell you- Kristen and I found an AirBnB that has stuff for tinies which is pretty cool so she won’t need my help or anything. And I think on one of the days we’re going to have dinner with her family. It’s gonna be fun. And I was thinking we could all go somewhere cool and it could be a good video or not- of course whatever you want-”

“Phil,” Techno paused, “I need to talk to you about something important about it.”

Techno studied Phil’s face carefully as it contorted on his screen. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open just a bit.

“Oh yeah of course mate,” Phil said in resignation as he sat back in his chair, “What is it?”

Techno swallowed and let his finger hover above the camera button. He felt completely frozen like a deer in headlights even though he was just talking to his friend. His head whipped around one more time to make sure nothing would give him away before his finger pressed down on the mouse. The distinct sound of its click made his blood run cold.

For a moment he refused to look up at the screen. Out of the corner of his eye he could see blurred colors where he was sure his image was now fully visible to Phil. But he couldn’t bring himself to look. Even with how much effort he put into trying to hide his burns he knew how bad they looked and he wasn’t ready to see Phil’s reaction to them.

“Oh mate,” Phil paused as if he was carefully considering his next words, “Well…your camera works now huh.”

Techno took a deep breath, letting the air settle in his lungs before lifting his eyes to meet Phil’s. Even with the screens between them he could see the pure uncertainty on Phil’s features.

“You can ask about it you know,” Techno shrugged, “I know it’s bad.”

Phil didn’t move for a few seconds almost to the point where Techno though his screen had froze before the older man let out a deep sigh. His eyes danced across the screen studying Techno for the first time ever. Techno was instantly reminded that this was the first time Phil had ever seen him, and it certainly was never a good experience when people got a good look at him. It almost made his skin crawl watching how carefully the human’s eyes picked him apart.

“Fuck mate,” Phil’s shoulders sagged, “What happened?”

This was the part Techno was scared for, the part of this dreaded conversation he had nightmares about. But he had to do it, it had to happen.

Techno breathed in and met Phil’s eyes as best as he could before prepping himself to tell the story. It’s not like he wasn’t an expert on it of course, the news ate it up for weeks after it happened. Even sitting at the hospital, or at least the closest thing tinies had to one, the tvs all replayed the story over and over.

“Do you want the uh… the full story?” Techno hummed trying not to act too perturbed.

“Yeah mate,” Phil nodded, “If you want.”

“Okay well,” Techno sighed as his arms instinctively started to rub against his burnt arm, “Um, I was sixteen, and I just wanted food after school. We had stuff at home but I wanted the fancy kind… which was a dumb decision. But the kitchen in the hotel my city was built in always had nice stuff you just had to go ask for it and I was reckless at the time- I didn’t see any issue going out into a human space.”

For a second, Techno paused watching Phil’s face carefully, but nothing changed. He was completely still aside from his breathing, and with the way his face seemed tight Techno guessed he was deep in thought.

“I left the city like I always did but there were a bunch of kids probably my age outside waiting,” Techno shuddered and let his eyes dip from Phil’s own so he didn’t have to see the man’s face, “One of them grabbed me- I’m not sure which. And another one of them had a lighter… I don’t really remember too much before I was taken to the doctor but I’m pretty sure they were drunk and just wanted to take it out on someone easy.”

Techno laughed uncomfortably to try to shake his fear but to little avail. His skin prickled as he recalled the memories of fire dancing across his skin as he struggled in the grip of giant hands.

“So yeah,” Techno exhaled shakily, “That was it. They said the kids weren’t at fault in the end and that there was no way to prove anything had happened. And that…that it was my fault if I chose to go out into the hotel.”

Techno’s eyes studied his burnt hands carefully before slowly lifting them towards his screen. Sitting there in stunned silence was Phil. His lips were drawn tight in a line and his eyebrows dipped above his eyes.

“Techno I-” he paused for almost a whole minute leaving Techno in uncomfortable silence, “I’m sorry.”

Techno stared at the screen in confusion. Out of any response this was the last he’d expected, perhaps only behind Phil being disgusted by him. He’d lied to his friend, he hadn’t told him about his real identity even after years of talking. He expected Phil to at least seem a little shocked about it.

“Are you not surprised?” Techno asked.

Phil turned his head to the side for a moment seemingly deep in thought. Through the screen Techno could just barely make out the man gnawing at his lip.

“About what,” Phil started, “That you’re a tiny?”

Techno shuddered at the word coming from his friends mouth. He wasn’t upset about what he was per-say, but it was still oddly uncomfortable to hear it put into words. Especially since the last time a human had called him that his skin had been burning.

“Well… I never told you.”

“And thats okay,” Phil said softly, “I cant say I expected it but… I’m not upset or anything mate. And it doesn’t change anything really. I’m just more… I don’t know… I’m sorry.”

“Why? I lied to you you know,” Techno scoffed.

Phil hummed thoughtfully and tapped his fingers on his desk, shaking his camera slightly, “Well-given that story I can see why you wouldn’t tell me. I’m just sorry that happened to you…I can’t imagine how much that hurt.”

Techno nodded anxiously as his brain tried to pull at the memories of the event. He couldn’t let himself slip into them though or else he’d be in tears by the end of the call.

“I just…I wanted you to know. Yaknow before you came here and found out that way,” Techno laughed uncomfortably, “And I wanted you to see what I look like because I know I’m not that nice on the eyes.”

Immediately Phil shifted closer to the screen and shook his head, “No no mate. Don’t pull that shit on me. I don’t care what you look like or what happened to you or what you are. Really.”

Techno sat stunned in his chair at the normally calm man’s outburst. He felt…odd. He couldn’t really explain the strange feelings of comfort at hearing what he’d wanted to hear for so long.

“You’re my friend Techno, and while I’m fairly upset about what those sad fucks did to you,” he grimaced, “I dont care. About any of it- that you didn’t tell me or that you’re tiny. None of it. You’re still the same person.”

Techno was shocked at the man’s words. It felt so strange being comforted by a human when the last real interaction he’d had with one had been violent. A few years ago if you’d told him he’d be not just talking to a human but friends with one he would have told you you were crazy. Especially since he hadn’t left the confines of the tiny city ever since.

“Phil,” Techno said eyes-wide, “I… Thank you.”

Phil hummed, his face still tight in barely concealed anger, “Thank you. For telling me all that, you didn’t have to.”

Techno laughed at that as he started to relax back into his chair. His nightmares of how Phil could have reacted were nothing. He still had his friend and he didn’t care.

“You deserved to know Phil.”

Phil smiled tightly and let his chin fall to his chest, “Well I don’t agree with that, still…thank you for telling me mate.”

Techno smiled back and Phil’s own lightened up. For the first time actually seeing a human and being fully aware of it he felt safe. When he was on discord calls with them sometimes it was easy to forget they weren’t also tiny, besides Tommy of course. But this was a new feeling. He was talking to a human who knew he was a tiny, who knew how much power he could have over him, and Phil was still kind.

Logically he knew none of his human friends would be weird about it since he’d seen how they interacted with Tommy, but it didn’t stop the fear in his gut from curling up; the fear that had been permanently there since the incident.

“I just want you to know also…before we meet, that it’ll be my first time since all that that I’ll actually be near a human,” Techno said slowly, “And I trust you Phil and you are my friend but… I just don’t know how I’ll react.”

“That’s okay Techno,” Phil said softly, “I’ll be careful I promise. And the house we’ll have already has tiny accommodations so that won’t be an issue… and I just want you to know if I get there and it’s too uncomfortable you don’t have to see me…”

Phil swallowed, “That would be okay.”

Techno stared in awe at his friend. He never expected this level of understanding even with how kind of a person he was. His eyes fell to his own hands before falling on Phil’s, just barely visible at the bottom of the screen. Even though they looked the same on camera he knew those hands would be easily three times his size. His friend who seemed so close now would be a giant to him in person. And while that was a frightening thought it seemed easier now that they’d talked.

“Thank you Phil,” Techno sighed, “Really. And I do want to see you when you come, I’ll get over it if I have to.”

“I know,” Phil smiled, “And I’ll help in any way I can. I don’t want you to have to be afraid of me mate. I hope you know I would never dream of hurting you.”

And for the first time since the incident Techno knew that Phil, a human who could so easily do anything he wanted to the tiny, was telling the truth.

“I know. Thank you Phil.”

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A Borrower’s Hope

Pt.1

Notes: This is a borrower inspired danganronpa au where Naegi is a borrower (a tiny person who lives off of stealing things from humans) during the first game. I plan on writing more soon so stay tuned >:)

Makoto could confidently say he’d never waken up to anything weirder. Even as a borrower who’d woken up before to the horrified eyes of a human, this took the cake. Waking up in an air duct in a building he had no memory of coming to was definitely not good. Especially when every time he tried to remember where he was or how he’d managed to get there his mind strained like a rubber band about to snap.

‘At least there was no one there,’ his mind supplied, ‘it could be worse.’

Slowly, stretching his tense arms above him, Makoto pushed his way up from the cold metal beneath him. Both his brain and body felt heavy like he’d been asleep for ages, and his legs wobbled under the weight. He had no time to sit though, he had to figure out where he was. It would be dangerous to stay put where a human could find him if he wasn’t careful. As far as he knew he could have already been caught. It would explain the feeling of dread curling in his chest after all.

With a new resolve at the thought, Makoto pulled his jacket tight to his body to fight the cold air blowing past. His skin prickled in argument, but it wasn’t like he really had a choice.

Ignoring his body’s protests he quietly started his walk through the mysterious vent. It wasn’t his first time of course, being a borrower; however, usually he knew where he actually was. In a place where he knew which humans were present and every inch of the building they lived in, being tiny was much easier. This was different.

His stomach groaned as if in agreement and he quickly realized he’d have to figure this out fast. He still had to find a way to meet his needs regardless of the unknown situation. Even so, every creak of the metal under his feet sent a spike of fear through his heart. As if he was expecting a human hand to grab him from the shadows at any second.

At every grate he stopped and knelt down to inspect anything he could see in the rooms below. Oddly enough after the first three gates he realized it was a school. Every room having rows of desks- all empty. It was odd but he’d been in a school before. The life of a borrower wasn’t an easy existence and schools were sometimes the safest place. No one was there at night after all. Vaguely he wondered if maybe that was the situation, if so he’d have a chance to investigate more while the usual bustle of students was absent.

However, he didn’t have much time to sit on the thought before a loud blaring sound echoed through the rooms below. He jumped, the fear of the worst still heavy in his head, before a blueish light through the grate below caught his attention.

Cautiously he poked his head through to see more. In the empty classroom the desks were now illuminated by a screen hanging just barely out of sight on the wall. If he strained his head further he could make out just a bit of movement on the television.

“Welcome new students to hopes peak academy,” a loud grating voice suddenly started, “When you sleepy heads are ready move your asses over to the gym. It’s time for your entrance ceremony. And you wouldn’t want to be late. Puhuhuhu.”

With that the screen cut off again leaving Makoto to sit in silence staring down into the classroom, the dread in his chest threatening to choke him. His hands gripped his borrowing hook, thankfully still with him, with barely contained fear. In a way it was comforting to know it could at least hurt a human a little bit if push came to shove.

He didn’t have time to linger however as the sound of footsteps started to echo through the building. Quickly, he backed away from the grate to avoid being spotted, but thankfully no one came into the classroom.

‘They were probably trying to see what was going on as well,’ he thought.

Still careful but with a little more urgency he made his way through the maze of vents. Several sets of booming footsteps helped guide him on where to go, and regardless of the terror curling up in his chest his feet moved forward as if in a trance. Before long, he found himself over a larger grate in what seemed to be the gymnasium.

As he peaked through the grate the sight below him made him freeze. Fifteen people, humans, stood still below. Each looked nervously at the others as if they too had no idea what was going on. It was very likely that was true, he decided, as none of them appeared to talk to each other. His eyes flitted back and forth among the faces far below, but still he couldn’t recognize anyone or any way he could have gotten here.

He didn’t have long to ponder it though before the booming voice was back, this time echoing throughout the gym. The faces below shot up at the stage and Makoto held his breath in wait.

“Hello sleepyheads, nice to see you up and early,” the voice boomed, “Finally got your asses up so we can start.”

And that was when everything Makoto thought he knew went out the window. Gasps filled the room as a small black and white stuffed animal popped up onto the stage. It moved naturally as if it was actually alive and something about it made Makoto’s hair stand on end.

The odd stuffed animal explained that they had to kill each other to leave- that they were prisoners here- with his upbeat grating voice that sounded a bit too much like nails on a chalkboard. All the while the people below seemed to get more and more aggravated. One especially tall one yelled at the bear and grabbed it only to find out that that too was dangerous. The ringing from the explosion left a dull ache in Naegi’s ears even from so far above.

‘This must be hell,’ he thought.

His heart beat fast as the people below scrambled to figure out another way out from their absurd situation. Sweat dripped down his face and although no one knew he was there every sound made him jump. Before long the humans had split into groups to investigate, and Makoto found himself jumping from grate to grate to see what they would find- hopeful there would be an exit.

It was a few hours before they seemed to give up. With disgruntled goodbyes the group dispersed, edged on by Monokuma (which he had finally learned the name of when one of the smaller humans had went to investigate the kitchen) who ushered them to their permanent rooms.

As soon as he was sure everyone was gone Makoto decided he needed to get supplies. Even if the situation felt unreal, he still had to keep himself going. To his benefit, he was pretty sure no one knew about him being there, given that the psycho bear didn’t say anything and he didn’t appear to have his own room. While it meant he’d be stuck sleeping in the air vents he decided there were much much worse options. And if somehow he was included in this awful game he knew he’d be quick work. Any of them could kill him with just one hand.

Makoto took a deep breath, trying to calm his swirling thoughts, and unwrapped his hook from his back. Thankfully he hadn’t lost that even if his memories were still hazy at best. He didn’t think he’d have any chance without the small metal hook with several feet of line attached. It was his only way of getting around after all, in a world built for humans.

Egged on by his grumbling stomach, Makoto made his way to the grate above the kitchen and latched the hook onto one of the bars. Cautiously he let the string unravel to a table below. He waited a few seconds to make sure no one saw before squeezing through the grate and propelling himself down.

The moment his feet hit the table everything seemed so much more real. It was almost dizzying how strange everything was, and although the situation was horrifying he couldn’t help but be a little thankful for the mounds of food available.

With his head on a swivel, always ready for one of the humans to show up, Makoto shovelled as much food as he could into his pockets. It wasn’t much since the bag he’d usually take with him for food had been missing since he woke up, but it would make do for at least a day or two. When his pockets were sufficiently stuffed he grabbed back onto the string hanging from the grate and climbed his way back. The shock of the cold metal made his skin crawl after being down in the warm room.

It took him a while of crawling through the vents but eventually he found a spot that felt a little warmer. The room below seemed to house the heater for the building so it would have to do as his temporary home. His stomach growled as Makoto sat down, back against the metal walls of the vents. Immediately, he tore into the crumbs he’d managed to grab, and before long it was all gone. His stomach still growled in distress even after he was done but he was too tired to go back for more.

‘He’d just have to go again tomorrow,’ he sighed at the thought.

As awful as this was he still had to survive. He just had to pray the humans he was stuck with wouldn’t cause too much trouble…

It truly was unfortunate that as he fell asleep, still hungry and tired, one restless girl was staring at a table in the kitchen wondering just how footsteps that small got there.

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Emerald duo ls meetup HC’s for the soul >:)

Notes: this was created in a fit of writing power so it is very unedited by apologies. Also this is a good mix of fluff and angst so I hope you enjoy

When Phil and Kristen finally get settled into their AirBnB in the US Techno has to take an Uber over. He hadn’t been out of his tiny city in years and he didn’t have his own car so it wasn’t like he could make the trek on his own. Tiny’s did have their own highway just below the street so they weren’t in danger of human cars, but tiny Ubers were hard to find. This lead to Techno having to sit anxiously in the car of a tall quiet human man. Thankfully the car had some accommodations like the seat being higher up so Techno didn’t feel as small, but still he felt his breath hitch every time the man so much as turned his head in his direction.

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When the car started to pull into the neighborhood Phil was staying in Techno felt his whole body shudder. He couldn’t do it. Every house was gigantic and walking across the sidewalk were so so many humans. The overwhelming fear he’d had since he was 16 started to overwhelm him and after a few minutes of shaking in his seat the Uber driver asked if he’d like to turn back.

“I can take you back kid, free no problem. Just let me know,” the man said in his deep grumbly voice.

Techno appreciated it he really did but it felt odd being comforted by the stranger. Especially a human one. But instead of agreeing to he just swallowed up his fear and sat back into the seat. He could feel the humans gaze on him the rest of the ride but he refused to look.

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Kristen was actually the one to first greet him at the house. He was oddly grateful for it because when he shot Phil and Kristen the text that he was at the door he has started to get strangely nervous about the idea of the giant door opening. But instead the tiny one, attached to the hinges of the larger one, swung open. Kristen immediately pulled him into a tight hug and babbled on asking about his ride over and how everything was. After a few second of formalities she nudged him inside and while he was immediately struck by just how large everything was in the house there was still no Phil to be seen.

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The first real interaction techno had with Phil was just his voice. It was almost odd that after an hour or two at the house talking with Kristen Phil still didn’t show up. He felt bad but every time he heard a floorboard creek or the sound of wind against a window his head would shoot towards it in fear that it was the human. He didn’t want to feel afraid of his friend but the waiting almost made it worse. It got to a point where Kristen was talking about dinner and he finally decided to ask where the human was.

Kristen stopped in her tracks and shifted inwards toward herself. “Oh dear, he didn’t want to scare you so he’s been waiting. We thought it might be bad if he was the first person you saw here.”

It made sense but guilt curled in Techno’s gut at the idea that his friend, the whole reason Kristen was there in the first place, was hiding in his room because he didn’t want to scare the tiny.

Slowly Kristen guided Techno to her and her husbands shared room and pressed the small doorbell attached to the side so she could get his attention. “Phil, it’s me. I have techno.”

Techno slouched in on himself as loud footsteps got closer to the door. Under the crack of it he could see the shadow of feet several times his size.

“Techno?” Phil’s voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah it’s me,” Techno breathed out, “Hey Phil.”

For a while they just talked through the door and Techno could almost forget that when it did open he’d be faced by a giant.

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Phil didn’t come out of the room until dinner. It made more sense for him to make it anyway since it would be much harder for the tinies to try to make a human sized portion for him than the other way around.

Kristen held onto Techno’s arm tight as Phil finally stepped out of his room. She’d had the idea to be on the kitchen table when he did come out so that Techno wouldn’t feel too small compared to the man but she could still feel the way the man cringed and shook at the sight of her husband.

“Techno,” Phil’s eyes widened, “It’s good to see you mate.”

Techno’s breath audibly caught in his throat as he stared up at the man. Kristen smiled sadly at her husband and she could tell by his small nod that he understood.

“Here,” Phil said with a quieter voice, “I’m just going to make dinner okay. You can stay here and we can talk if you’d like but I won’t make you do anything mate.”

Techno finally moved, just a small nod and a tight smile, but Kristen took it as progress. She had her work cut out for her to help the two friends but she had faith she could do it.

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Techno didn’t know why he’d agreed to let Phil sit at the table with them. He was trying to get along with Phil, he really was, but something about being so close to someone so much larger than him was doing strange things to his head. Even though he’d talked to the man for years now and would certainly consider him one of his closest friends, hearing the familiar voice come out of a giant figure didn’t feel right.

He sat in silence with his small plate in front of him while Kristen and Phil talked animatedly. He appreciated that they tried not to make it feel weird even though Techno knew how uncomfortable it had to be for them for him to be sitting in silence.

The whole dinner Techno only truly acknowledged Phil once when the human brought up one of Tommy’s blog ideas techno frankly thought was pretty dumb. And when he did speak up about it he could tell Phil was shocked. The human looked at him in surprise and a small gentle smile spread across his face.

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The first time Techno touched Phil was his own fault. It was the third day of them being in the US and while techno had gotten better about talking to Phil and felt a bit more comfortable in his presence he still was hyper aware of just how large Phil was.

Techno sat on the counter while Phil made coffee for them all. They talked absentmindedly about life and for one of the first times Techno felt safe. Even though every time Phil’s hands moved a bit too close to grab a mug or creamer he still flinched he could talk to the man now which was progress in his eyes.

“How do you like your coffee mate,” Phil hummed as he poured a little bit of the coffee from his own mug into a tiny one.

“A little creamer is good,” Techno nodded, “Thank you.”

“Of course mate,” Phil smiled as he went back to humming the dumb song that had been stuck in his head all day from a tik tok they all watched earlier.

Techno studied the man’s giant hands as he prepared the small coffee that looked comical between his fingers. After a minute Phil set it back down for Techno to take, a few inches away from him so he never got too close for Techno’s liking.

Techno appreciated it, he really did, but it still made him sad how obviously cautious Phil was around him. To try to curb his guilt Techno brought up a game he’d heard of recently and started to tell the human about. Phil laughed as he prepared his own coffee, and agreed to play it on stream with the tiny at some point.

Techno laughed as well as Phil continued to make little jokes about it and without looking the tiny stood up to grab his coffee. The problem was when he stood up his foot slipped on the small piece of plastic film left over from the keurig cups Phil was using. His breath caught in his throat as he slipped backwards. His arms shot back to try to catch himself but they were met with air.

Techno yelped as he fell backwards off the table. He was going to die, his frantic mind supplied.

But before he could hit the hard tile beneath them something soft and warm stopped his fall.

“Fuck mate are you alright?” Phil asked with a small laugh and weirdly the words vibrates through Techno’s body.

His eyes peeled open and he found that thankfully he wasn’t on the floor or worse dead. Instead giant fingers arched up around him as he was gently cradled in Phil’s palm.

Instinctually he tightened his body into a ball even with the progress he’d made with Phil the image of a hand wrapped around him made him wish he had just hit the ground. His breathing quickened as the hand below him moved and he swore for a second he could feel the warmth of a lighter reaching towards him.

“Hey hey you’re okay mate,” Phil soothed, “I’m putting you right down okay just breathe.”

He struggled even more trying to get free of the hands below him but when he tried to push his way through the massive fingers they tightened lightly around him.

“Hey no calm down Techno,” Phil said, “you’re gonna fall again let me put you down.”

Techno panicked even more at the giants now awfully loud sounding voice. Tears started to prick at his eyes even once he was deposited down onto the wooden table again. He buried his face in his legs wishing not only that he hadn’t reacted that poorly to his friends help but that he could just be normal.

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It’s a few days after that Techno apologies to Phil. He’d barely seen him even though they’d been staying in the same house aside from when the human would come out to make food for them all, and even the he never got closer than a few feet away from Techno.

He’s had a bit to think about it now, and while he couldn’t blame himself for panicking over being held it wasn’t fair to Phil for him to ignore the human for saving him. He knew logically that if Phil hadn’t caught him he would have been injured or worse.

“Phil, can we talk?” Techno spoke up from his place on the table across the room from the human.

Phil paused chopping up a carrot for the soup he was going to make and glanced over to Techno. It still felt strange being looked at by someone so giant but he’d gotten better about it over his time in the house. And really Phil had been nothing but careful with him.

“Yeah mate what is it?” Phil asked now turned towards the tiny but still far.

Techno sighed and stood up from where he was sitting to make bet tree r eye contact with Phil, “Can you come here?”

The human’s head tilted a bit in consideration before he slowly and carefully walked over to the table techno was on. And even once he was close he still stopped more than an arms length away.

“What is it mate? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Techno spoke slowly, unsure of his own words, “I just wanted to apologize- for the other day. I don’t know why I freaked out that bad man I’m sorry.”

Phil grimaced and bent his head down so he was a bit closer to the tiny, “No you don’t have to be sorry. It’s fine really. I didn’t mean to scare you that bad, I just didn’t have another choice-”

Techno met Phil’s eyes and smiled reassuringly up at the human, “I know. That’s why I’m sorry. I’ve been ignoring you and that’s just me being afraid and you don’t deserve that for helping me.”

Phil took a deep breath before pulling one of the chairs out from the table. Even then he was still awfully careful with how loud his steps were as he sat down to be closer to eye level with the tiny. His back hunched back into the chair like a heavy weight had settled on his shoulders.

“Techno,” he started slowly, “I understand how hard this is for you…and I really don’t blame you. I have no idea how scary this must be especially with what you’ve been through.”

“I know Phil,” Techno replied, “But it doesn’t excuse it. I have to get over it eventually, yeah.”

Phil hummed nonchalantly as his eyes bounced up and down trying not to stare at the tiny too much. Everything he did was so careful to not scare him and Techno couldn’t help but feel bad.

The two looked at each other in near silence, a heavy weight in the air before Techno decided he had to do something. Slowly, one step at a time he walked closer to the edge until he was almost face-to-face with Phil’s chest.

From so close he could hear every slow breath the human took as he stared down at his tiny friend.

“I want you to hold me,” Techno said carefully, his mouth dry.

Phil’s brows furrowed as he bent down more to see the tiny, “What? Mate not to be rude but just a few days ago you have a full panic attack from just that.”

“I know Phil,” Techno exhaled, “That’s why I need you to do this… You were just helping me. And I know that not all humans are bad but I just can’t seem to get that into my head.”

Phil nodded and Techno watched, stunned, as his adams apple bobbed in his throat, “You don’t have to do this Techno.”

“I know.”

Techno said it with more resolution than he thought he had in his whole self. His words seemed sure even though he could still feel every muscle in his body straining to get away from the human. But when he looked up to Phil’s eyes there was nothing but kindness if not a little worry.

“Okay then,” Phil gulped, “I’m going to put my hand on the table…you can get on or off whenever you want.”

And even with the warning as Phil’s hand slowly moved towards him Techno flinched. Phil almost pulled away but before he could Techno reached out lightning fast to grab one of his fingers. The human gasped just barely able to be heard, but techno could tell how stunned he was.

Once he fully grasped what he’d done he awkwardly let go of Phil’s forefinger allowing the man’s hand to rest upwards on the table. Looking at it now it seemed to much bigger than he remembered when he was held by him last. The man’s fingers were easily twice as large as him and every wrinkle on his palm looked ginormous. However the monstrous size of it was contrasted by how careful Phil was. The human barely breathed as he stared down at Techno, waiting for him to make the first move.

With one deep breath Techno pushed his fears aside and rested his own hands on the palm of Phil’s own. It was soft but still sturdy enough that with a little jump he could pull himself into the human’s hand. Once again he felt his body freeze in terror, but this time he took a deep breath and slowly let his eyes meet Phil’s. The eyes weren’t deranged and illuminated by the small fire of a lighter and the hands around him never tightened until he couldn’t breath.

Instead Phil’s eyes lit up with happiness, as Techno found the balance to stand up on his friend’s palm.

“God you’re huge man,” Techno laughed, for the first time feeing fully comfortable in the hand of a human.

“Nah you’re just small mate,” Phil smirked, “but thank you. For this, all of this. You don’t have to.”

“I know Phil,” Techno smiled, “thank you for helping me.”

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Things I’ve learned about to write fanfiction:

- Chess (I taught myself how to play)

- Norse Runes

- Hockey

-Ice Skating

- Torture

- British Speech Patterns

- 1950s Russian immigrants and adjacent topics

- 18th Century Plumbing

- Ancient Egyptian Food

- The earliest bipolar disorder treatments

- Healthy Relationships

- Italian Renaissance textiles

- Torture

- Classic Literature

- Poetry

- Violin

- Ballet

- Opera

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Thinking about making Barbie Princess Charm School AU. Thoughts? Concerns? Prays?

Feel free to offer any suggestions as far as who should be who and such.

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Green = Neurodivergence

Purple = Queerness

Red = Who the frick are you, why is this cast so big.

I’m making a video essay (maybe) analyzing Gotham through the lens of queerness and neurodivergence (from the pov of a neurodivergent bisexual).

Feel free to share your thoughts.

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Crazing chicken feast so bad…the Italian bread…the chunks of cheese…fruit! And with the good butter…