#itwom snippets

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hey, if you’re in a writing mood it’d be cool to see a slice of life thing with Danny and Christopher

i really enjoyed itwom btw -v- (am eepy so don’t have words to say how cool)

Hey there anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed my silly lil story <3

And wouldn't you know it, I've been looking for an excuse to share one of the few little snippets I wrote for fun a while back. I'm not sure it's exactly what you were expecting for "slice of life," but I wanted to toy with the idea of Danny and Christopher being the same size and stuck in the human world together.

(And if it's not what you were wanting, well, my askbox is always open! :3)

The Supermarket

“Do you actually need all of that stuff?” Danny scoffed, watching every new addition to the basket with a judgmental gaze. 

“I do have a routine to keep up with,” Christopher said with a smirk—though it didn’t have the same amount of overwhelming confidence as usual. Danny could tell that everything weighed on him more than he let on, and while she wasn’t exactly at ease herself, the giant was clearly much more out of his element. 

Well, if he needs whatever the hell THAT is to feel a little more comfortable, she thought, eyeing a bottle of something she assumed might have been some sort of hair product, I guess I can let it go.

While he was perusing a shelf of soaps, her eyes wandered along the rows of products. The relationship she had with her memory at the moment was rocky. It didn’t come back to her immediately, as she’d hoped. Sometimes when she read a label, the name would sound familiar, but just on the edge of her own understanding. They had some things in the human city, of course—like shampoo and toothpaste. But certainly nothing of the variety here in the supermarket. She tried to get a closer look at things, reading the labels and trying to make sense of the fuzziness in her head that came when she tried to remember each item’s purpose and relation to her.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and nearly jumped out of her skin, before realizing that Christopher had materialized behind her. Even at this size, or perhaps, especially at this size, his footsteps were soft and silent. 

“Do you need any help, doll?” he asked, leaning down slightly so that his voice fluttered next to her ear. He stood close to her, almost pulling her in towards him in a half-hug with the arm he had draped across her shoulders.

“N-no,” she stuttered. She wouldn’t ever say it aloud, but she didn’t mind Christopher touching her like this, not in the way she would mind with almost anyone else. His physical proximity to her when she was tiny was a near-constant, always being held or picked up or sitting near him or being in his stomach. In an unfamiliar world, where they were both out of their comfort zones and faced with no small amount of uncertainty, having Christopher in such close physical proximity was one of the few things she could cling to that were familiar and safe. Even if she wasn’t quite used to someone of her own size touching her like this—not in a way she was comfortable with, as most touch made her skin crawl—the presence she had grown so acquainted with helped to pull her back to reality and out of her own head. 

She ever so slightly leaned into the giant’s arm. Not enough to make it seem obvious, or she’d never hear the end of it. “I uh…I need this…” she glanced down at the bottle in her hands, whose contents and purpose were still foreign to her. “…mi-micellar cleansing water.” 

Christopher glanced at it for a moment. He began to rub small circles on Danny’s shoulder with his thumb. “You’re not sure what that is, are you?” 

The slow, methodical touch almost distracted her from the frustrating haze of her memories, or lack thereof. She didn’t see a point in keeping up the lie. “No,” she scowled, putting the bottle back on the shelf where she’d found it. “I don’t know what half this shit is for.”

“It’s alright, Danny.” Christopher didn’t move away from her yet. He squeezed her shoulder, communicating more than he could have with words. “I’ll make sure we get what we need, okay?” 

Danny could feel her chest rise and fall a little heavier as the frustration began to bubble under the surface, but she swallowed it back. “Yeah, okay.” 

As if it was as natural and casual as anything, she felt Christopher leave a soft, quick kiss atop her head before he pulled away from her. It left her standing there in shock, glad she was facing away from him so that he couldn’t see the way her cheeks blazed. She was so lost in the fog of her brain that she couldn’t even find it in her to protest. Because she didn’t mind it.

It reminded her of home. 

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okay. so. this might be a bit out of nowhere, but i think it's important for people to know the impact that their creations have, when they're brave enough to release them into the world.

so i discovered ITWOM roughly a week ago, and i honestly couldn't tell you precisely why, but i haven't been able to stop thinking about it. i have it pretty much permanently open on an AO3 tab, i've re-read it (+CC and the one shots) multiple times and it's never lost its luster, and i really have no idea what about it appeals to me so much, but i just wanted to let you know that it's honestly become a new hyper fixation? like, i've literally scrolled through almost all of the posts under the tag for it. your writing style, the plot, the arcs, the amazing characters and their development / relationships with each other—i love it all.

i eagerly await the return to this world, any AUs/new plots (that one snippet of danny and christopher stuck in the human world seemed so interesting), or even little head canons or details you post, because above all, i think one of the best things is that it's so clear just how much you care about this world and these characters you've created. that's an incredibly admirable and inspiring trait, and it shows in your work: which makes it that much more enjoyable to read.

tl;dr i like ur stuff a lot!! + can't wait to see what else you do ^^

Believe me when I say I nearly started crying when I read this. This is so sweet you have no idea 😭

It really means a lot to me that you like what I've made! Over the years the story has meant so much to me to write, and by this point the characters feel like real people I just catalogue the lives of, lol. For other people to find some meaning or worth in what I do as well, it's still amazing to me.

I wish I could tell you what I've got coming up, but I've honestly been pulling back a bit lately as real life has been catching up to me. Cursed Cravings is still on hiatus - not given up on! I will return to it eventually!

HOWEVER, I have an actual bazillion AU ideas, some of which I've enlisted the help of some of my close friends to write with me (looking at you, @luckyshotwrites ). While most of this writing is currently just for my own sake, or kept private, I do hope to share some of it in the future. For now, all I can do is share a collaborative drawing I did with @luckyshotwrites of a scene from one of those stories...one that I hope will be shared whenever we end up finishing it.

And, even if I'm not super active on Tumblr anymore, my ask box is always open and the ITWOM discord is still up and running. Headcanons, writing requests with my characters, questions about them or the world of ITWOM, anything - I'm more than happy to do any of that! I've expanded my worldbuilding a lot since finishing ITWOM.

And, again, THANK YOU so much for this. It really means the world to me. ❤️

(Sketch was done mostly by Lucky - she's super awesome with people and faces! She also helped with the shading, which again, she's super awesome at. I did the linework and coloring. This is Christopher, obviously, and her main character Lynette...though what's happening here, I can't quite say. Maybe one day 👀)

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ITWOM Fanart

Consider this the Digital Fridge to display the amazing art you guys have made of this series. I’ll keep adding to it too! If I haven’t made it abundantly clear yet, I appreciate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU and I literally look over all of these and smile, all the time. <3

A crossover sketch that includes Danny! by @luckyshotwrites

A collection of sketches (Sam, Sybil, Nathan, Christopher, and a few snippets from p37) as well as a fully rendered scene from p38! by @vorefluff !

Christopher portrait, Sam, Christopher, Danny, and Nathan shenanigans, SAM PORTRAIT, and Danny and Christopher sketches from @mysticcomfort

Danny portrait, Nathan Portrait, Christopher, Christopher, and More Christopher from @theprotectivepred

Christopher and Danny internal from @philicheesecake

A collection of sketches involving other readers (and myself) with my characters from @thatoneweebsworld

Sybil and their sona from @titan-god-420

Christopher, Danny, and their two OC's Chase and Mia from @aramastus

A scene from Part 20 from @safe-from-sharp-teeth

[aramastus]

Omgmgkfnfhb the sweetness imma die toast this amazing

hey, if you’re in a writing mood it’d be cool to see a slice of life thing with Danny and Christopher

i really enjoyed itwom btw -v- (am eepy so don’t have words to say how cool)

Hey there anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed my silly lil story <3

And wouldn't you know it, I've been looking for an excuse to share one of the few little snippets I wrote for fun a while back. I'm not sure it's exactly what you were expecting for "slice of life," but I wanted to toy with the idea of Danny and Christopher being the same size and stuck in the human world together.

(And if it's not what you were wanting, well, my askbox is always open! :3)

The Supermarket

“Do you actually need all of that stuff?” Danny scoffed, watching every new addition to the basket with a judgmental gaze. 

“I do have a routine to keep up with,” Christopher said with a smirk—though it didn’t have the same amount of overwhelming confidence as usual. Danny could tell that everything weighed on him more than he let on, and while she wasn’t exactly at ease herself, the giant was clearly much more out of his element. 

Well, if he needs whatever the hell THAT is to feel a little more comfortable, she thought, eyeing a bottle of something she assumed might have been some sort of hair product, I guess I can let it go.

While he was perusing a shelf of soaps, her eyes wandered along the rows of products. The relationship she had with her memory at the moment was rocky. It didn’t come back to her immediately, as she’d hoped. Sometimes when she read a label, the name would sound familiar, but just on the edge of her own understanding. They had some things in the human city, of course—like shampoo and toothpaste. But certainly nothing of the variety here in the supermarket. She tried to get a closer look at things, reading the labels and trying to make sense of the fuzziness in her head that came when she tried to remember each item’s purpose and relation to her.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and nearly jumped out of her skin, before realizing that Christopher had materialized behind her. Even at this size, or perhaps, especially at this size, his footsteps were soft and silent. 

“Do you need any help, doll?” he asked, leaning down slightly so that his voice fluttered next to her ear. He stood close to her, almost pulling her in towards him in a half-hug with the arm he had draped across her shoulders.

“N-no,” she stuttered. She wouldn’t ever say it aloud, but she didn’t mind Christopher touching her like this, not in the way she would mind with almost anyone else. His physical proximity to her when she was tiny was a near-constant, always being held or picked up or sitting near him or being in his stomach. In an unfamiliar world, where they were both out of their comfort zones and faced with no small amount of uncertainty, having Christopher in such close physical proximity was one of the few things she could cling to that were familiar and safe. Even if she wasn’t quite used to someone of her own size touching her like this—not in a way she was comfortable with, as most touch made her skin crawl—the presence she had grown so acquainted with helped to pull her back to reality and out of her own head. 

She ever so slightly leaned into the giant’s arm. Not enough to make it seem obvious, or she’d never hear the end of it. “I uh…I need this…” she glanced down at the bottle in her hands, whose contents and purpose were still foreign to her. “…mi-micellar cleansing water.” 

Christopher glanced at it for a moment. He began to rub small circles on Danny’s shoulder with his thumb. “You’re not sure what that is, are you?” 

The slow, methodical touch almost distracted her from the frustrating haze of her memories, or lack thereof. She didn’t see a point in keeping up the lie. “No,” she scowled, putting the bottle back on the shelf where she’d found it. “I don’t know what half this shit is for.”

“It’s alright, Danny.” Christopher didn’t move away from her yet. He squeezed her shoulder, communicating more than he could have with words. “I’ll make sure we get what we need, okay?” 

Danny could feel her chest rise and fall a little heavier as the frustration began to bubble under the surface, but she swallowed it back. “Yeah, okay.” 

As if it was as natural and casual as anything, she felt Christopher leave a soft, quick kiss atop her head before he pulled away from her. It left her standing there in shock, glad she was facing away from him so that he couldn’t see the way her cheeks blazed. She was so lost in the fog of her brain that she couldn’t even find it in her to protest. Because she didn’t mind it.

It reminded her of home.