#tiny yearning

[callsign-relic]

Being a borrower and having no choice but to climb across the human’s bed to get to where you need to go next.

Worried that your comparably featherlight footsteps will somehow be enough to stir the slumbering giant above you from their sleep. Making your way across the human’s bed, climbing up their painfully soft pillow as deathly quiet as you can. Silently resenting the massive being for being able to sleep oh so comfortably most nights. You didn’t mind your bed— a sardine can lined with tissues, cotton, and a folded up rag for the “mattress topper”— but as the pillow beneath you gives so easily under your touch as you scale up its side, you can’t imagine the luxury of sleeping on something so soft and comfortable every single night. And yet, the giant beside you took it for granted. As humans usually seemed to do.

Eventually, you reach the top of the white, cotton hill. Coming to your feet, you dust off your makeshift clothes and look to the remainder of your trek that awaited you. Scaling up the giant’s headboard to reach the shelves high above, weaving past decorative statues and baubles, just to reach the crack that lead to the inside of the walls. Then would be the second half of your journey…

Yet, in your thoughts, you notice just a millisecond too late how there seems to be a slight… shift, in the air. The human’s breathing, you realize. No longer cycling in their slow, automated pattern— the human takes a in a breath that seems dangerously deep. Dangerously conscious.

Adrenaline breaks into your veins like a tsunami through a dam. You can’t stop the curse that slips from your lips as you make to bolt across the pillow—

Only to freeze in your tracks.

Your heart pounds in your ears. Your chest heaves rapidly, and with such force it feels like an ache.

All while the human opens their eye— their one, singular eye, unobscured by the pillow they rested their massive head upon—

And lets it fall directly over you.

[yi3248]

napping

[boytransmission]

Uhh….. hi :3

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[scificrows]

“I was having an emotion, and I hate that. I’d rather have nice safe emotions about shows on the entertainment media; having them about things real-life humans said and did just led to stupid decisions.” ― Martha Wells, Exit Strategy

Title sequence designs inspired by the real-life shows Martha Wells based Murderbot's favorite shows on.

[yearningaces]

I just wanna be held by a giant. Big, burly, rough and tumble giant that would hold me over their heart like one would hold a cat. Just me looking up at them and them looking down at me with that uneven perfect smile.

Is it too much to ask?!

This was the ask that had me losing my mind enough that I actually wrote a story for the first time in a while

And then they added this to my inbox:

"Imagine feeling and hearing the reverberations of the giant's pleased growl as you smother them in soft kisses and place one over their heart. How they would melt into your tiny hands, while their own enormous, seemingly invincible palms hold you so safe. How soundly you'd be lulled into sleep by raise and fall of their chest as lay on them."

So of course I had to give it my best and let the wholesome giant consume my thoughts

~

'It's dark, and it's thundering.' Your first thoughts upon waking in the middle of the night, having slept so deeply that you seemingly forgot your placement in this world.

Only after you tried wiggling around did you realize that your sleeping spot isn't warm because of you, it's warming you. And it's not so dark, you're simply covered under a gentle and relaxed hand. It's not storming outside, the thunderous drum underneath where you lay is where the noise is coming from. A massive heartbeat, one beating faster now as if its charge had just woken.

You take a moment to rub the sleep from your eyes, letting out a noise when the giants fingers gently curl under your laying form, raising you up just high enough he can look up at you easily from his spot in the massive bed.

Ofius is the picture of enamored. The scruffy giant gazing up so smitten with your tiny self. "Y'r awake?" His voice is as soft as the low and baritone rumble can be this late into the night, sounding pleased at the chance of late night closeness. He does sound half asleep and without any filter; meaning he can simply hold you and look at you. Appreciating the sight of you so sleepy this late into the night, a sight that only he is allowed. "Why awake, bad dream? I gotta break someone in half?" His low voice turns into a slight growl at the idea of something upsetting you. "... 'll do it. Stomp on anyone stupid enough to-"

"Ofius, honey, I'm alright." Your voice soothed the giants sudden protectiveness, easing his concern into a soft care once more as he watches you with a sleepy, crooked smile.

"I don't know why I'm up though," You call out to him, relaxed in his grip, held directly over his charmed gaze, having learned over the years that Ofius would never let you fall. "-Just woke up I suppose."

The giant shifts slightly, leaning more upright against the headboard he'd carved out by hand. After situating himself, he lowers you closer, pressing you to the soft, warm skin of his cheek with an affectionate rumble. Ofius' eyes fall closed as he so carefully holds you close, cautious and affectionate in his nuzzling against you. "Good. Then you spend time with me before sleep returns." Ofius' voice is a heavy rumbled accent you can never place- often pared with the language only the giants speak. "Want to enjoy you."

You can feel his crooked nose bump against your side lightly as his affectionate sounds and actions continue. And what can you do other than lean into the affection, the indention where the side of his nose ends and his cheek begins has always been a perfect spot to lay against. And it provides you the perfect opportunity to press many little kisses against his face, much to the giants delight.

"Little love is wanting affection?" His tone could almost be called a soft coo if Ofius wasn't so burly and bearish in nature and tone. His dark hair almost always wild, his darker eyes capable of containing such malevolence, yet only ever looking to you with nothing short of reverence. The sturdy giant would have been quite a powerhouse to be wary of even if he was your size.

But as he stands, he's as tall as the trees, and being as he is- he has so much more love to give.

After a moment of pondering, you finally respond to his remark, "I always want your affection." You can only relax and grin, feeling his fingers tense and untense repeatedly, the clear sign he's wanting to squeeze you close and adore you, but doesn't risk harming you. Instead- one hand so carefully presses against your back, fingers gently stroking along your spine as the other hand clutches onto the pillow beside him, needing to squeeze something close. Ofius breath is just ragged enough for you to recognize him as spiralling into his adorations for you.

"My little love-" it takes no effort for him to easily pluck you into his palm and shift so he's laying on his stomach with you held in his hands, under his looming face. "-My little human. I hold you in my hands, yet I want you closer. I sew pockets over my heart on all of my shirts for you to rest safely, but it is not close enough." He leans down carefully, so very carefully, pressing a giant kiss to your entire toreso with a deep resounding rumble from his chest before pulling back just slightly. "I wonder, are you tiny enough to fit in my own heart? I would happily build a way to ensure your comfort."

Meanwhile you can only be seen as the cat who caught the canary because here this massive giant is, big, and burly, and powerful, and so adoring, he's practically obsessed. And there you lay in his hands, not even trying. "I don't know if you want me in your heart, Ofius. You wouldn't get any more kisses if I was there instead of right here.

Ofius for all of his prowess seems to hesitate as if such a fate is a horrible thought indeed. "... Then stay in my grasp and kiss me." His eyes are unwavering as he watches you before showing some hesitation and remembering his manners. "...Please?"

With a tilt of your head you consider your giant partner, turning slightly to press a kiss to his finger too that's supporting your shoulder.

You feel your giant tremble at the gesture, his face lowering to be closer to yours.

It's easy to lean up and press another kiss against his nose, his cheeks, under his eyes, against his forehead, against the corners of his mouth.

Ofius closes his eyes, leaning closer and closer to you, his hands tensing and untensing under you before he lifts you quickly once again, dropping onto his back in the soft bed and pressing you over his heart on his soft, warm chest. Back to where you first woke.

You can feel his heart hammering and out of an overwhelming affection, press a kiss to the skin just over the thunderous beating before curling up against that spot once more.

Ofius heart stutters in its beating before racing once more- something that has you smiling.

Eventually, the racing heart slows into a deep relaxed and content rhythm. Ofius is home in bed and safe to rest. His most beloved is within his grasp, protected and kept safe to rest as well. He could never ask for more than this moment right now. A giant finger gingerly stroking your back, looking down at you with such adoration, watching you rise and fall with his deep breaths from where you lay on his chest, knowing the action will lull you to sleep as it always does. "My little love. 'm glad you're happy here. 'm glad I was the one to find you that day. 'm glad you've not worried of your past home. You're gonna be safe here, always."

Ofius hand settles over you, keeping you warm amidst the frozen mountain sky just outside of the hand built cabin. Ofius will see to your comfort and happiness. He has since he first found you stranded in these lands. And he will continue to do so until his very heart gives out, maybe even longer.

He will.

[pinkiedev]

G/T Daydreams

Ya'll I just wanna be smol. Smol and with a giant to keep me. Is that really too much to ask for?

I wanna be able to be held entirely in the warm palms of their hands, cradled against their chest so I can press my ear close and hear the thunder of their heartbeat.

I wanna sleep curled up in the hollow of their neck, their warmth seeping into my skin and lulling me throughout even the coldest of nights.

I wanna be taken everywhere with them, kept snug in their shirt's chest pocket and seeing the world from their eyes, knowing I'm as safe with them as always.

I wanna be kissed and cuddled by them. Warm, soft lips pressing firmly against me from my knees to my neck, molding me against the plush skin. Gentle hands stroking lovingly against my back and softly brushing a thumb against the curve of my cheek.

...Really, is that too much to ask for?

[rickybaby]

Genuine question as I am curious — I know it’s pretty obvious with his expressions/ body language that Daniel seemed shy/insecure(?) about having his braces, but has he ever outright said anything about feeling that way with them? Just out of curiosity as I am new around here!

“I feel very different in terms of looks. Fortunately, experience also bought me better looks. I’m not really too fond of showing people photos of me when I was younger”

[callsign-relic]

hey guys I hope when you see my posts you imagine me as just a silly little guy. a single inch tall. two at most. it’s taking the effort of moving my entire body across the keyboard to type this post actually

[inventedfangirling]

bad buddy textposts part 5✨

[bi-mirandalawson]

i think a lot about shanks yearning. but i do not think enough about mihawk yearning.

[wbbgetsmewetter]

had to be shared

[so-very-small]

feeling a melancholy loneliness that can only be cured by being held gently in a giant cowboy’s rough hands

[yearningaces]

just read the angsty Nyx dead partner one.

now lets go for Ofius next, something something humans killing his lil lover cause they think that the giant´s partner is a traitor or something

love angst, gimme some please

H A MY BOY IS GOING T H R O U G H IT

Ofius has a moral compass only due to his lil love. You are the only solace in the hellish world he's known. His God given light in darkness.

You think he'd be rational?

Nyx is self destructive upon his partners demise.

Ofius is just destructive.

If he has your beloved tiny body he'll mourn, wailing, crying out with the strength in his lungs to shake the mountains near him. He'll carry your corpse into your shared home. Bring you to the giant bed he made to share, and lay you down, tucking you in amidst his choking sobs, so gentle and tender in each loving caress.

Once you're tucked in for the final time, he'll press the softest kiss he can manage to the top of your head. He does his best to keep his tears from falling on your peacefully still form.

Then, as quietly as possible, he leaves and locks the door behind him. From there, he hunts.

For example sake, if it was a human that did this, the entire village will run red with blood. His lil love is gone, no one can tell him to stop now and he never will.

Ofius will tear homes from the ground, occupants be damned and he'll throw the entire house into the next one, into a fleeing crowd, stomp on others, tear them all away, return them to rubble.

He'll tear his hands into the earth, uproot the wells the foundations, the structures those humans constructed. They took his home away so theirs will be laid to ruin.

His rampage isn't over though.

It never will be until he physically can't anymore

See, now that he has his lil love, his light, his life, he can't go back to the desolate existence without them. He just can't, let him die, let him die please, by nature's will take him, tear his heart out, end his torment and suffering and misery, let him die.

He'll keep going. Attacking anything that reminds him of your end. Anything that you loved is spared with sorrowful glances but anything else is going to die.

He won't stop. He won't sleep, he won't eat, he won't drink. He just keeps going. Keeps destroying.

When he feels his body ready to give out, ready to keel over into an unrestful final slumber does he return home.

He's bloody and damaged with his reckless refusal to not care how he hurts in his own rampage.

He's silent as he kneels at the bedside, staring at your now rotting corpse. He doesn't care though. But he can't touch you with his blood stained form. Refusing to disgrace you even now. Instead, he just watches as if waiting for a breath that will never come.

When he feels his heart slow, he rest his head on the very edge of the bed, refusing to look away from you as he finally speaks. A broken tone as if he'd swallowed gravel and sand for years. His voice weak with sorrow and a sense of loss he's never known before. "... Pr'cious... Y' gave this horrible wr'tch love... Y' lov'd, So did I... Lil love."

Ofius knows he's on his last words, he's struggling with each beat of his heart, trying to keep his eyes open to keep gazing at you just a moment more, but ultimately he closes them. Trying to remember you as you were, bright and loving and everything. "... thank ya, lil love..."

...

"...thank..."

...

The home once filled with light and love and warmth is cold and silent.

[phonification]

i recently finished reading the CSAU and i cant stop thinking of the sburb carapacians looking at the newborn carapacians for the first time .. tiny.....

EDIT: I FORGOT TO SAY CSAU STANDS FOR THE CROW STRIDER AU ON MSPFA!!!! SORRY!!!!

[silvermoon424]

Born to love swimming, wading, and all things water

Forced to live in the most landlocked state

[feline-evil]

Hiding my shirt that says 'i am not normal about narratives that imply an inanimate inhabited structure is a living breathing organism' as i walk into a board room and pitch my idea that we should make more horror revolving around living architecture