#i don't even know if i should tag this tbh

[pinkieroy]

And another thing (this is the last one, I promise, I will stop going on tags and rabbitholing my way into reading discussions i disagree with)

Another thing I don't know where came from is the idea that the rest of the party doesn't interact with their relationship, that it is something isolated and that the others don't comment or interfere with, that it's kept apart from the group, because that is simply not true?

I'm too lazy to look for exact quotes right now, but in episode 65 Ashton was the one, after Laudna's outburst, that insisted for her to go somewhere to reconnect with Imogen, sure Imogen kept saying she would be with Laudna, but Ashton very clearly knew that some time alone with Imogen could make her feel better.

But you also have other things sprinkled out through the campaign like the "are you staring because you are jealous?" From Fearne during the dusk arc, FCG after getting the share dream spell suggesting numerous times to use with them, FCG getting Imogen to kiss Laudna's forehead for the ritual, Orym comparing Imogen's loss to his own six years before, "that dead lady's got a lot of love in her heart", Ashton and FCG helping Laudna on the gift shop, Fearne trying to to help in episode 65 telling Laudna Imogen was thinking about her the whole time.

My point is the party is not alienated from them, they have private moments, sure, but some post I read was talking about how the party doesn't interfere with the "stagnation" of their relationship, which just sounds so weird to me? Where exactly do they need to interfere? Unless one of them was having trouble and was asking for advice (which is something that, ya know, happened) I don't see why they need to interject, unless you want their relationship/dynamic to change, because it is not your cup of tea, so it isn't that the other characters don't interact with their relationship is that you want the interaction to be different (which is valid, I disagree but everyone has their taste in shipping and fiction in general), but trying to say that they keep their relationship far removed from the others is not really true is it?

[horsemeatluvr23]

the juppet !! i just realised he is jerma posing i swear that was unintentional...... i spent so long digging thru muppet concept art and looking at old puppet designs just to end up doing a rly simple drawing but. i love joehills!! i have only been watching them for like 4 years but their videos r so special to me :3

[theerurishipper]

I took upon myself the herculean task of compiling all Dick and Diana interactions.

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #16

Nemesis: The Impostors #3

Nightwing (2016) #100

Titans (2016) Special 1

Titans (2016) Annual 1

Justice League (2011) #51

Wonder Woman (1987) #161

Wonder Woman (1987) #166

Batman/Santa Claus: Silent Knight #4

Nightwing (1996) Annual 2

Some honorary mentions:

These two ones where Diana doesn't interact with Dick one-on-one and is only a part of a larger group, but it's still a good way to show that she respects and trusts him as a leader.

The Brave and The Bold (2007) #15

Justice League: Generation Lost #1

This one where Dick isn't here but Diana shows appreciation for his skills and is very quick to accept that Nightwing should be honored by being in the League (also this isn't about him but I love Clark's "finally, someone easy." That's a proud uncle y'all).

Justice League of America (2006) #2

This one where Diana isn't here but she lets Dick use her Lasso, I think that counts.

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #17

This one where Diana gifted Dick the fastest horse in the world, apparently.

Justice League (2018) #53

These from the 1966 Batman and 1977 Wonder Woman shows' crossover comic.

Batman '66 Meets Wonder Woman '77 #5

Batman '66 Meets Wonder Woman '77 #6

Batman '66 Meets Wonder Woman '77 #10

And then—

Then...

Yeah. That's about it. It's an unfortunately short list. But what little we do have shows that they have a bond of mutual trust and respect for each other. It's very interesting and I wish they explored it more.

[lover-of-mine]

song: …What Are We? by Lizzy McAlpine

[zeroends]

I stole this meme but I could solidly not tell you from who. Someone on what used to be the bird app posted it and I relate hardcore w/ it. No one can take away my 300k word sbi superfic with hurt and wicked codependent comfort

[doom-dreaming]

okay i'm still very awake so you're all gonna have to deal with me red-stringing about character bullshit until i fall asleep. i Know i'm making a big post about this but i don't care

why. this is the first instance of mark being designated as the one in charge when a higher-up (fred, in this case) isn't present. but why. they were only trapped in the slipspace fuckeryzone for a few days relative to normal space-time and i don't think anything drastic happens (with these guys) in glasslands? at least according to the wiki it doesn't. why did being integrated into blue team suddenly disrupt team saber's former command structure?

did they plan to kill mark off at the very start of this? was this all a long game to give mark enough of a foothold as an Important Character to make his death have more impact? does troy denning just like him more? how much weight did his personal preferences even play in this? why do the gammas suddenly start bantering when they're in danger and alone with a woman they just met? why do mark and ash seem to switch personalities every other chapter? why is this worse than i remember it being when i first read it a few months ago?

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 55)

Prologue/TOC | Previous (54) | Next (56)

Content Warning: Pregnancy/ abortion

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 55: Disaster ------

Bianca was trying to do better. She really was. Change was difficult, but she didn’t see any other way forward that wouldn’t reduce her to a constant sobbing mess. She needed to take drastic measures. 

She treated her personal maid and the other giant servants with more respect, going so far as to even learn their names. She tried to be nicer to her brother, even if he remained grumpy and rude in return. She gave her tiny men some distance, no longer handling them or wearing them on her necklace without permission. She even provided them with custom-made clothes from the royal tailor, to cover their nakedness. Gio and Graham wanted nothing to do with her, understandably, but Cesar was willing to give her a chance. She was thoroughly grateful for his agreeable, cheerful attitude. He seemed to be the only person, human or giant, that didn’t utterly despise her, despite her deplorable behavior. 

She was fully aware that forgiveness would not come easily, and the path ahead would bring its own challenges. However, she could not escape the consequences of her actions. She tried to brush off the strange sensations she felt in her body. She denied the warning signs. She strained to convince herself, in a futile effort, that she was only imagining things. 

The symptoms were unmistakable, when taken as a collective. The sensitivity and swelling in her breasts. Her mysterious need to pee more. Her unusual fatigue. Her unexplained nausea. She connected the dots with increasing alarm, and the absence of her monthly cycle was the decisive nail in the coffin. She couldn’t deny it any longer. 

She was pregnant. 

She was horrified at the revelation. She didn’t know how it was even possible. She hadn’t engaged in sex with any giants recently, only with her human men. She was terrified. If King Richard found out, there would be catastrophic consequences for everyone involved. 

She couldn’t trust anyone with her secret—not even her brother. She was in a panic, lost and alone, unsure how to proceed. She needed to eliminate the pregnancy, before it became visibly apparent, before her father found out. Her only hope was Hunter, the royal sorcerer, as much as she disliked him. She figured he must have some concoction or spell that could help her. As soon as she got the opportunity, she snuck down into the gloomy basement.  

The stone walls felt cramped and foreboding in the eerie torchlight, as if they were closing in on her, but she pressed on. She barged into Hunter’s office without knocking. He was inside, mixing a glowing substance in a glass beaker. Startled by the intrusion, he dropped the container, shattering it and spilling the contents all over the floor. The liquid frothed and bubbled like acid, collecting in the cracks between the bricks. Hunter spun around with fury. 

“Not again! Dang it!” He halted, biting his tongue when he beheld the royal. “Princess Bianca! How may I be of service?” He bowed, careful not to touch his bare skin on the wet stone. 

“Um…” Bianca found herself at a loss for words. Hunter kept his head lowered, clenching his jaw. The princess irritated him to no end. He wanted her to leave so he could get back to experimenting. 

Bianca swallowed the lump in her throat. “Do you have anything to get rid of…” She dropped her hand to her abdomen. “A pregnancy?” 

Hunter cocked a brow. “Oh?” He stood up. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a smooth black stone with eldritch symbols carved into the surface. The rock emanated a dark, sinister energy that seemed to suck the light out of the already dim cavern. 

“What is that?” the princess queried nervously. 

“A soulstone,” Hunter announced proudly, holding up the bizarre magical object. “It devours life and seals it away. You came at an opportune moment, because I just used my last charged soulstone to reanimate Ajax’s lifeless body.” 

Bianca took a step back. “Wait… I’m not so sure about this…” A sense of dread gripped her heart with cold, slimy tendrils. She didn’t want to be anywhere near that stone. There was something terrible and unnatural about it that squeezed her insides into knots. 

“What do you mean? This is an optimal solution. The budding life within you won’t be extinguished. It will be contained, recycled, and eventually bound to a new vessel, whether of flesh, clay, wood, or some other medium. It shall live on—perhaps in a twisted and unrecognizable form, merged with other souls, but nevertheless a fascinating marvel of medical science!” 

“Can’t you just give me a potion to drink or something, to induce a miscarriage?” Bianca requested, taking another step back. “That’s not what I want for my baby.” 

My baby. The words slipped out before she could stop them. A mental image flashed through her head of her holding an infant, but one that was human-sized, barely the length of a grain of rice. If the father was human, would the baby be small like him? Unlike a normal baby, such a tiny creature might be easy to hide, small enough to stash away and muffle its coos and cries. Small enough to keep alive without her father’s knowledge. 

Could she keep the pregnancy, without the king finding out? This novel idea bloomed in her brain with fresh hope. If the baby was abnormally small, which seemed more and more likely as she pondered the concept, she might not show. She could pretend nothing was amiss. Once the child was born, she could have her maid help take care of it in secret. Her offspring wouldn’t be subjected to the atrocious fate that Hunter suggested to her with his “solution.” She felt it may be worth the risk, as she imagined with tender feeling being a mother to a tiny child.  

A cute little baby, tying her indelibly to Cesar, the only person who seemed to show any genuine affection for her at all. He was almost certainly the father. Her heart warmed as she imagined raising a child with Cesar in domestic bliss. He’d be an excellent father, teaching the tiny child to walk and play and talk as it grew up. Perhaps the other two human men would warm up to the child too, and could play the role of loving uncles. For once, Bianca could bring something good into the world, something wholesome. She could experience a real family, one that wasn’t hideously warped and broken under the suffocating weight of her father’s authoritarian repression. Maybe, just maybe, she could be loved. She could be happy. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Hunter pressing the cold stone against her midsection. Abruptly, she sensed a tangle of poisoned tentacles invading the intimate regions of her body, a sickening rot spreading through her uterus. She froze up under the chilling influence; she could barely even breathe. The stone began to throb with a deep purple glow. 

“That’s odd,” Hunter remarked with a frown. “The stone isn’t supposed to do that when the soul is from a giant.” Understanding dawned over his face and he stared at Bianca in shock. “The father isn’t a giant…” 

Bianca, however, wasn’t listening. She could only focus on the horrific black scourge tearing through her, sucking out the life in her womb. She couldn’t allow this to happen. She couldn’t let Hunter imprison the soul of her innocent child. With a feral shriek, she clawed the stone away and jumped back. 

“Stop! I-I changed my mind!” she yelled. Hunter scowled, disappointed. If she wasn’t the princess, he would’ve overpowered her, pinned her down, and finished the process. Bianca scrambled to open the door and rushed out. She sprinted up the stairs, out of the dreary underworld and back to the domain of the living. 

She retreated to her bedroom, dismissing her maid and closing the door behind her. She flopped on her bed, brought her knees to her chin, and wrapped her arms around her legs. She didn’t know what to do. Cesar was most likely to be the father, but she didn’t know how he would react to the news—probably disgust. She was painfully aware of the presence of the three tiny men in the human house on her nightstand. She avoided looking in their direction. They probably didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary, considering her moodiness was habitual by this point. 

Bianca sat that way for a while, gnawing on her worries in her head like a dog with a bone. Unfortunately, the universe was determined to chew her up and spit her back out like a chunk of gristle. Her door sprang open and slammed into the wall, startling her to attention. The king prowled in, dripping with dark malevolence. As always, his huge guard shadowed him; Bianca sensed the same abyssal energy that flowed from the stone earlier, wafting from his menacing figure lurking in the doorway. 

“Daddy!” Bianca squeaked, spine stiff as a board. “Why are you here?” 

“Bianca.” His tone was cold and hard, clinical in its severity, without a shred of compassion. “I just finished speaking to Hunter.” 

A shiver ran through her every nerve in her body. “Oh.” 

“Who’s the father?” 

She cringed and bit her lip. “Um...” 

“I thought I made myself quite clear when I executed the last one. You were not to touch any of the male servants, Bianca! I’ll slaughter every last one of them! If I have to behead every single man in this castle who isn’t of royal blood to get my message across, so help me, I will!" 

“No, please! Don’t!” she pleaded in a panic. He wasn’t bluffing. The heartless king saw his inferiors as nothing more than bugs crawling around in the dirt that he could crush under his heel.  

“You fucking slut! You couldn’t keep your legs shut for a single moment! I won’t allow you to have an illegitimate child out of wedlock, Bianca! You’ll spoil all my plans with King Ivan’s kingdom! I won’t forgive you if you sabotage this critical alliance with your stupidity!” 

“Prince Ray is the father!” the giantess blurted out. 

Hardon cocked a brow. “I’m no fool. It’s pretty obvious he can’t stand you. Plus, the timing doesn’t work out.” He pulled his lips into a snarl. “Don’t lie to me, darling, you’re terrible at it.” Bianca blanched. 

“I haven’t had sexual relations with any of the servants! They’re too frightened to touch me!” she shouted. It wasn’t a lie, technically. The humans were pets, not servants. 

The king glared with pale irises that seemed to stab right through her mushy center. Bianca gulped. She couldn’t bear his gaze and turned away. Her hazel eyes flickered as she pointedly avoided looking at the human men. She stared down at the floor instead, but couldn’t avoid her father’s eyes boring into her with an excruciating intensity, his wrath burning her flesh like a white-hot poker.  

“You can’t keep the child, you know.” 

Bianca didn’t answer, but a single tear rolled down her cheek. She sniffled. 

“Ajax. Take her to the basement.” He flicked his wrist angrily and the big man shuffled past him into the room. He laid his enormous rough hands around Bianca’s arms, without physical force but with a resolute firmness that did not allow for any disagreement. Bianca, shaking, stood up with the knowledge that resistance would be fruitless. She sensed the unholy magic of the stone through his dead skin, the enslaved souls animating and preserving a vessel foreign to their origins. She felt a spastic shudder in her womb as Ajax guided her out of the room. 

Hardon remained, simmering with rage. He didn’t want to believe what Hunter had told him. He’d hoped that the sorcerer was mistaken, and the princess was simply fooling around with another giant in the castle. Her body language had been all too clear, however. She was lying, trying to conceal the truth to protect her tiny men. She had become too attached to them, enough to disobey her father for their sake—not at all what he had intended. 

Bristling with fury, he stomped over to the human enclosure and tore off the roof. He ripped out the furniture, crushing the miniature beds and tables and chairs in his hands before hurling them across the room with enough viciousness to dash them all to splinters. The three men, now with nowhere to hide, cowered in abject terror as the giant towered above them with blazing hatred.  

“So. Which one of you is responsible for this mess?” 

Chapter 56

Tag List: @maybeiamdownbad @tinycoded360 @yummynomms

[storfulsten]

my silly viera wol alt bc reasons uwu

[fluffle-writes]

I wanna. Pick them up in my mouth and shake 'em around like a dog obliterating a squeaky toy

[r0semultiverse]

Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake finale spoilers without context

[svtskneecaps]

thank you for bearing with my purgatory posting and i'm also glad to see i'm not the only one who still has this fungus eating away at my brain matter. seeing other purgatory posting in the tag makes me feel better lmfao.

i'm not done btw, posting will (probably) continue as i revisit vods. wanted to extend a thanks in the interim, since i know how contentious the event was in the moment. i kinda thought the general consensus was most people hated thinking about it, but there's been a weird amount of engagement and yknow other people talking. makes me happy to know i'm not alone here!

[sunnymainecoonx]

Afterdeath but they're an old married couple

[lover-of-mine]

'Cause I could give you all you want, the stars and the sun, but still, I'm not enough...

[tatort-sideblog]

Wenn ich mir das hier so ansehe... Ist schon ne tierische Autoritätswichserei.

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

....//

[austinwehaveaproblem]

some mcr and fob fans' hostility to each other lately 🤕