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Hello! I know you’ve talked about handwriting before, but do you have any examples of what was considered particularly ‘beautiful’ or ‘neat’ handwriting? I’m curious how it matches up with today’s standards. Also do you know if people ever used print in diaries or correspondence? Thank you! :D

A good way to see what was considered the 'ideal' handwriting during any particular era is to look at period penmanship textbooks/workbooks. There are quite a few of them floating around in different online archives going back to the 17th century, or even earlier in other languages. They also often have practice exercises you can try out yourself if you're so inclined and have a fountain pen handy. (Or you just want to recreate some really fun 17th century doodles.)

Here are some examples from the following years: 1673, 1712, 1755, 1794, 1838, 1866, 1885, 1915, 1929.

As for printing - honestly it's not something you really see much of prior to the 1930s/40s. Cursive and penmanship were taught beginning at a very young age, and I think most people just stuck with what they learned in school.

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🔥 The beacons are lit; the library calls for aid

The Trump administration has issued an executive order aimed at dismantling the Institute of Museum and Library Services - the ONLY federal agency for America's libraries.

Using just 0.003% of the federal budget, the IMLS funds services at libraries across the country; services like Braille and talking books for the visually impaired, high-speed internet access, and early literacy programs.

Libraries are known for doing more with less, but even we can't work with nothing.

How You Can Help:

🔥 Call your congressperson!

Use the app of your choice or look 'em up here: https://www.congress.gov/members/find-your-member

Pro tip: If your phone anxiety is high, call at night and leave a voicemail. You can even write yourself a script in advance and read it off. Heck, read them this post if you want to.

Phones a total no-go? The American Library Association has a form for you: https://oneclickpolitics.global.ssl.fastly.net/messages/edit?promo_id=23577

🔥Tell your friends!

Tell strangers, for that matter. People in line at the check out, your elderly neighbor, the mail carrier - no one is safe from your library advocacy. Libraries are for everyone and we need all the help we can get.

...Wait, why do we need this IMLS thing again?

The ALA says it best in their official statement and lists some ways libraries across the country use IMLS funding:

But if you want a really specific answer, here at LCPL we use IMLS funding to provide our amazing interlibrary loan service. If we can't purchase an item you request (out of print books, for example) this service lets us borrow it from another library and check it out to you.

IMLS also funds the statewide Indiana Digital Library and Evergreen Indiana, which gives patrons of smaller Indiana libraries access to collections just as large and varied as the big libraries' collections.

As usual, cutting this funding will hurt rural communities the most - but every library user will feel it one way or another. Let's let Congress know that's unacceptable.

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You won’t see this every day but making sure the system cannot proceed unless women have a seat at the table is the best possibly thing you can do in a place of privilege.

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Eeepy animation, remade with double the framerate!

They cuddlin ◇▪︎◇~

ORIGINAL under the cut, i think you can really see the difference when put up side by side!

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Got a rare dopamine boost scrolling bluesky and seeing:

1) US politicians in deep red districts being confronted by their increasingly angry constituents.

2) Seeing the size and number of protests happening at tesla dealerships (scroll TeslaTakedown or check out Alex Winter’s feed)

3) Vermont showing up to scream at vance and ruin his ski holiday

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Lilliput Adventures: Last Chapter

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The first sensation Tori registered was sand—gritty and damp against her cheek, tongue, nostrils.

The second was a bizarre tickling across her wrists and ankles, like ants marching on her skin. When she forced her salt-crusted eyelids open, she quickly shut them. The bright sun bore down on her.

"Uncle Jim?" Her voice emerged as a croak, throat raw from saltwater. She tried to move but found herself pinned—not by weight, but by hundreds, perhaps thousands, of threads that crisscrossed her body.

A few feet away, her uncle lay in a similar state. His face contorted as consciousness returned to him in painful increments.

"What in the—" he started, then stopped abruptly as his eyes focused on something near his hand.

Tori followed his gaze. Standing there, was a person—a miniature person in what appeared to be an elaborate uniform of green and yellow. And he wasn't alone. The beach around them swarmed with tiny figures.

"Telwin?" The word scraped past Tori's parched lips. "Captain Mavri? Fildor?” Tori called, trying to glance at any of the Lilliputians that she knew. Any from Captain Mavri’s crew. She tried to search for Linric and Silvo as well. She felt dred. What if they didn’t make it?

Tori closed her eyes. She remembered now……there was another storm. It was violent and it overturned them into the sea. Her tiny friends might not have made it to shore. 

Tori's chest tightened with the familiar vice grip of anxiety. Her breathing quickened, shallow, and ineffective. 

Tori spoke up, her voice quivering. "We just got caught in that storm. The boat capsized, and—"

"I don't think they’ll listen kiddo,” Uncle Jim said, grimacing as a squad of tiny soldiers secured another rope across his chest. "They're treating us like we're invaders."

A particularly bold Lilliputian climbed up onto Tori's shoulder, using the fabric of her t-shirt as a handhold and foothold. The tiny figure—a woman with a severe expression and a helmet adorned—stood with hands on hips, surveying Tori's face.

Tori squirmed under the tiny woman’s gaze. "Hello," Tori whispered, trying to keep her voice gentle. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, can you let us go now?"

Always apologizing. She couldn’t help it. 

The tiny woman made a hand signal to her companions, gesturing emphatically toward Tori's face. More ropes appeared, and now they were working on securing her head, threading lines across her forehead and chin.

Panic bubbled up in her throat, threatening to spill over into a scream. The weight of the ropes was negligible, but the feeling of being trapped……was crushing.

"Easy, Tori. Deep breaths. They're just scared of us. We're giants to them, remember? We’d do the same if something fifty times our size washed up on our beach.” Uncle Jim said.

His words made sense, but logic was a poor antidote to the anxiety constricting her chest.

"The one on your right shoulder is giving me the stink eye," Uncle Jim continued, his voice deliberately casual. "Pretty impressive death glare from someone smaller than my car keys."

Despite everything, a watery laugh escaped Tori.

The sand near Tori's ear shifted, and she felt the featherlight weight of another climber. This one moved with more urgency, scrambling up the slope of her cheek with remarkable agility. He appeared in her field of vision—a young man with tousled blonde hair, his face flushed with exertion.

“Tori!" Telwin Exclaimed. “Everything’s going to be alright, it’s just all a misunderstanding……Captain Mavri is going to fix this all up! Promise!” 

"Telwin!" Tori choked back a sob. She’d had thought he had died. “You’re alive!!”

The young man's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Of course! That wasn’t my first storm…..be calm Tori, we’ll get you out of this. Just stay calm.”

“Ok, ok,” Tori took two deep breaths, holding them in and then slowly breathing out. “I trust you.”

Telwin nodded. “Good, good. And don’t you worry, Captain Mavri is speaking to the Queen on your behalf.”

"The Queen?" Tori repeated.

"Yes, Her Majesty Queen Lillian, ruler of all Lilliput and the surrounding isles," Telwin explained. "She's on her way to inspect the giants—that's you—and decide your fate, but don’t you worry Captain Mavri will explain everything to her."

Tori's stomach dropped. "Our fate?"

Telwin waved her off. “Like I said, don’t worry about that.”

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Queen Lillian regarded the giants with the clinical interest of a collector examining unusual specimens.

"So," the Queen's voice was surprisingly resonant for her size, carrying clearly to Tori's ears. "These are the giants that washed upon our shores. Like the Great Gulliver of legend."

Tori tried to swallow, but her mouth had gone desert-dry.  She'd never been comfortable as the center of attention. 

She couldn’t see her uncle, couldn’t even see the tiny Queen from her position. She was tied down. Even her hair was tied to pegs, that were drilled into the ground. The only direction she could look was up. Her Uncle was in a similar position.

"Your Majesty," Uncle Jim called out, keeping his voice gentle. "We apologize for our unexpected arrival. We were caught in the storm and—"

"Silence, giant," the Queen cut him off with an imperious wave. "You will speak when permitted, not before."

Uncle Jim pressed his lips together, a muscle in his jaw twitching—a sure sign he was irritated but holding his tongue.

The Queen paced, her elaborate gown trailing in the sand. "Providence has delivered these creatures to our shores, and we shall make use of them. The Council and I have discussed the matter at length, and we have determined that these giants shall be put to work for the glory of Lilliput."

Murmurs rippled through the assembled Lilliputians. Telwin’s expression fell upon hearing this.

"They shall build for us," the Queen continued, warming to her subject. "Structures no Lilliputian could erect in a lifetime. They shall tend our fields, completing in days what takes our farmers months. They shall mine the mineral-rich northern cliffs, extracting resources from depths we cannot reach."

With each pronouncement, Tori's heart sank further. Slavery. The Queen was describing slavery. Although she didn’t know how the Queen would make them do this.

Tori spoke up, trying to reason with the tiny queen. "We—we would be happy to help your people, but perhaps as guests rather than as... workers?"

The Queen burst out laughing. "The giant thinks it has a choice in the matter! How quaint."

Heat crawled up Tori's neck, partly from embarrassment, partly from the indignity of being called "it."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty," Uncle Jim said, more firmly this time, "my niece and I are not property to be claimed."

"Everything within the borders of Lilliput belongs to Lilliput," the Queen declared. "You are within our borders, ergo, you belong to us. The logic is irrefutable." She placed her tiny hands on her hips. “You won’t have a choice in it beast. My top alchemist has created a special potion that would put your feeble mind under my control.”

Tori watched helplessly as the Queen turned to her advisors, already discussing work assignments and construction projects that would utilize their "giant resources." Her breaths came shallow and quick. She wanted to protest, to argue her case, but the words stuck in her throat, trapped by a lifetime of avoiding confrontation.

"Your Majesty."

A new voice entered the conversation. Captain Mavri stepped forward, her stance respectful but unintimidated.

"Captain Mavri," the Queen acknowledged, with noticeably less condescension than she'd shown the giants. "You wish to address the court on this matter?"

"I do, Your Majesty." Mavri executed a bow to be respectful. She knew she could point out how these two giants had helped her crew return home. But she knew her queen would not care, not really. She was looking for a profit. So Mavri planned to try a different approach.

"I believe there are practical considerations regarding the giants that have not been fully examined."

The Queen's eyebrow arched. "Proceed."

"The economic impact of maintaining giants has not been calculated," Mavri said, her voice steady. "Each giant would consume the equivalent of eight hundred Lilliputian rations daily—at minimum. Their water requirements would necessitate a dedicated aqueduct system. Housing structures would require resources equivalent to seventy-five standard dwellings.” Mavri listed off. Most of the numbers she picked, she plucked randomly. But the meaning was the same.

"You suggest they would be a burden rather than an asset?" the Queen interrupted, her tone sharpening.

"I suggest, Your Majesty, that their value must be weighed against their cost. The treasury reports from the era of Gulliver indicate that maintaining a single giant nearly bankrupted them."

The Queen turned to a nervous-looking advisor. "Treasurer, is this accurate?"

The treasurer stepped forward, bobbing in a series of anxious bows. "The historical accounts do show significant expenditure, Your Majesty. The Great Gulliver consumed resources at an alarming rate. Two would be double the strain.”

"These aren't just big appetites we're talking about," Mavri pressed. "Consider the logistics of waste management alone. The environmental impact on our waterways, our soil—"

"Enough." The Queen raised a hand, her expression clouding. "You make a compelling point, Captain."

"If they cannot serve as laborers without bankrupting the kingdom, then they must be eliminated," the Queen declared. "A swift and merciful execution will ensure they pose no threat to our people or our resources. Then we can harvest resources from the corpses."

 Tori's body went cold, then hot, then cold again. Execution?

"No!" The word burst from her with unexpected force. "Please, Your Majesty, we're not a threat. Just let us leave!” Tori begged.

The Queen seemed unmoved. "The safety of Lilliput is my primary concern. Be at peace giant. Your corpse will still serve the needs of Lilliput.”

"Your Majesty," Mavri interjected again. The captain's gaze flicked briefly to Telwin, who stood stock-still on Tori's chest, he had made himself comfortable atop of her bosom. His youthful face had drained of color. "There is a third option, to consider.”

The Queen's attention returned to Mavri. "Explain."

"A trade agreement." Mavri's words were measured. "The giants perform specific, limited tasks that benefit the kingdom—tasks requiring their unique scale. In exchange, we provide them with the materials needed to construct a seaworthy raft. Once completed, they depart our shores, no longer our burden, and we get to use them for a time."

The Queen's eyes narrowed in calculation. "And how long would this raft-building take?"

"At max a month, Your Majesty, with proper materials and instruction."

"That’s a long time feeding giants," the Queen mused. "Treasurer?"

The nervous official consulted his papers. "If we limit their rations to the bare minimum, the expenditure would be within acceptable parameters, Your Majesty."

"Very well," the Queen finally declared. "Captain Mavri's proposal is accepted, with one condition." She turned her gaze directly to Tori and Uncle Jim. "Any deviation from the agreed terms, any threat to my subjects, will result in immediate execution. Is that understood, giants?"

"Perfectly, Your Majesty," Uncle Jim responded promptly.

"Y-yes," Tori managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Mavri addressed the Queen one more time. "With your permission, I will oversee the giants' work detail and ensure compliance."

"Granted," the Queen said with a dismissive wave. "You’re experienced with these oversized creatures, after all.”

The Queen turned to her advisor. “Draft up a list of work for the beasts. I want us to be properly compensated. Work them to the bone if you must.”

The Queen addressed Captain Mavri next. “Would you like the mind control drug, to help keep them in line?”

“I can handle them, my Queen. They’ll do as I say.”

“I expect you to keep them in line and on schedule for the tasks. If they give you any trouble, they will be drugged.” The Queen replied.

As Lilliputian soldiers began the painstaking process of untying the countless knots securing them, Tori found herself looking at Captain Mavri with new appreciation. The woman had effectively saved their lives.

*****

Out in the countryside, away from the main Lilliput civilization, Tori and her Uncle sat in a field near a tiny cottage.

Mavri looked up at the two humans. "The mining site is three kilometers north," she informed them without preamble. "Jim, you'll be working under Mining Master Haddock. My crew will guide you there." She gestured to Silvo, Linric and Telwin.

"Tori," Mavri continued, "you'll come with me and Fildor to the western bay. We’ll get started on gathering materials for that raft.”

Uncle Jim gave Tori's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "See you later kiddo. Try not to step on anyone."

His attempt at humor drew a faint smile from Tori, though it did little to calm the anxiety fluttering in her stomach. She watched him pick up his tiny guides and follow their directions. It was comical to watch him pick his way through the Lilliputian-sized landscape.

"Tori, give me your hand,” Mavri ordered. “That’s right palm up.”

Tori obeyed offering her hand to the tiny captain and her first mate. She watched as Mavri and Fildor climbed aboard. “Place us on your shoulder, that will make things much easier.”

Tori complied.

Mavir and Fildor balanced on her shoulder. And directed her on where to go.

Tori followed Mavri’s command.

Tori paused as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Telwin darted toward her leg. Tori watched as he scrambled up Tori's pant leg with remarkable agility.

"Mind if I hitch a ride?" he called up, not waiting for permission as he scaled her clothing. "My legs may be spry, but they're short, and keeping pace with your stride is like trying to outrun the wind!"

"Telwin," Mavri said sharply, "you were assigned with the others.”

He reached Tori's other shoulder and settled there. "Actually, Captain, I’m Tori’s cultural liaison, very important work, you see.”

Mavri's eyes narrowed, but she didn't challenge his claim. "Right, cultural liaison, that’s one word for this.” She commented making a hand gesture to indicate him and Tori.

“I don’t know what you speak of,” Telwin replied. 

As they continued toward the bay, Telwin proved to be an enthusiastic tour guide, pointing out landmarks and sharing snippets of Lilliputian history. His knowledge, though delivered in a chaotic stream of consciousness, was genuinely fascinating.

They reached the western bay.

The next few hours passed in a blur of activity. 

Fildor and Mavri set Tori to work in gathering materials from the land and making rope from plant material. Tewlin happily tagged along as Tori worked. Keeping her entertained. 

Fildor and Mavri worked on a blueprint. Once the day ended, and Jim returned from the mines, he looked over the blueprint as well. Jim corrected and added to the plans. Making sure there would be enough room for two. Jim also set to work on crafting fishing gear and a net to hunt for food on the journey home. He planned out storage as well. He planned to fish in the open waters and preserve what he caught. 

The most important part was water. Freshwater. Jim made sure to craft buckets to store this vital resource in. 

All in all, this project took more than a month. Much to the annoyance of the Queen. Mavri had to run interference so she would not order the giants to be killed. 

Tori and her Uncle grew thin, and the merger rations that the lilliputs gave them. It would have been allot worse if her Uncle wasn't fishing. Much to his fascination, the fish in the ocean were scaled down as well. He had to catch hundreds of fish to feed himself and Tori. He had to craft a big net, with tiny tiny holes, to keep the fish in. 

Finally, it was time. 

Tori lay under the stars, in an open field behind the tiny cottage. This was the last night here, in this tiny land. She hoped with all her heart that, she and her Uncle would make it home. 

She missed home dearly......missed her parents.....missed her friends......and even missed her college classes. 

She had been thinking of taking a break from school, and in a twisted stroke of fate, she got that break. 

Tori glanced down, as she felt Telwin climb up her side. 

"Tori.....I have a question." Telwin stated. 

"Sure, what's up?" Tori asked. 

Telwin inhaled sharply. "I want to go with you. When you leave. Can I?"

Tori felt something warm unfurl in her chest.

"What about Captain Mavri?" she asked. "And your life here?"

"They'll understand.....I want to be with you. Even if that means living in a world of giants. I know you can't stay here. So I want to go with you."

Tori extended her hand and gently picked up the tiny man. She sat up and cradled Telwin to her chest. "I'd like it if you came with us," she said softly. 

Telwin beamed up at her. "Besides, you'll need help navigating your way home! I can't let you get lost out there." 

Tori laughed and clutched Telwin close. "You sure?" Tori asked one more time. "I don't think we'll be able to get back here.....and we might not even make it...."

Telwin slapped her thumb. "None of that now, we'll be fine.....and I care a lot about you, Tori. I want to live my life by your side." 

Tori blushed. "I-I-I.....like you too." Tori felt tears threaten to spill. 

"Aw, none of that now!" Telwin said, reaching out and patting her bosom. "Now how about we get some rest? It's a big day tomorrow."

Tori held Telwin to her chest. She felt warm and happy. A flutter of feelings wiggled in her belly. Yes, she very much did like Telwin. And she looked forward to sharing her life with him. She drifted off to sleep. 

Author Note: This is the end of this segment. Yes, they make it back. (smoothly probably not, but I promise they make it back.) I might return and do some one-shots for Telwin and Tori and their life together. But that would be a separate work. This one I'm done with. I hope everyone enjoyed it. 

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Struggle all you want

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Reblog so i can read later lol.

Explore the world of Sun and Shards, my epic fantasy adventure story featuring tinies (based on fraerlings and borrowers) and kobolds living in a world where humans are giants to them! These maps were crafted with the help of Zs graphics.

Read the story here: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/100391/sun-and-shards-kobolds-tiny-people-cute-furry

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Pretty girl, where were you trying to run off to?

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“Darling, if you keep teasing me I might just go feral.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

Dame is teasing Mr Little. She is walking on thin ice with him!

Tell me what you guys think? I am trying to keep Mr Little unknown for now 👀

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*repost* A toast to you all out there. Hope you all have a fabulous time.

Dame and Scarlett are going out to party after she pre drinks.

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MM 06 — Nights in White Satin

Max recalls a melancholic and calming poem while helping Maple acclimate to the dark on a moonlit night.

This strip has been rolling around in my head since months before this series began. It was what inspired me to name everything after music in the first place, which then influenced how I saw the characters in my head. An important little moment indeed.

This strip's namesake is...

Alternate link if you don't have Spotify

I grew up on The Moody Blues thanks to my dad, and many of their songs have always held a special place in my heart, this one included. The text of the strip is taken from the poem "Late Lament" by Graeme Edge, recited at 7:34 in the YouTube link.

Full resolution image can be found on Deviantart. Remember not to use the mobile app.

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Would have reblogged earlier but Tumblr doesn't like showing me posts from people i follow!

hahah Chesters prov of meeting the parents!

The Tiny (Chapter 17)

Chapter 1 | Previous (16) | Next (coming soon)

Content Warning: Sexual mouthplay, blood

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 17: Blood and Thunder ------

While that infamous day will scar my memory forever, at least one good thing comes out of it. Jackie seems to have fully unlocked her magical potential. She casts impressive bolts of electricity with ease, though she is limited in how much she can produce before she is drained. I’m proud of her, and relieved she has an effective means to defend herself from other giants. 

Even so, I take excessive precautions to keep her safe, fortifying my modest little cottage like a castle. If she’s my tiny princess, I’m her fire-breathing dragon, ready to fry any adversaries to a crisp. She’s my treasure, and I will protect her to my dying breath. 

One day, I panic when I smell her blood. I launch myself across the room to shield her from harm. I’m horrified to find her hands drenched in red, dripping on the table. “Jackie? What happened? How did you get hurt?” I cry, snatching her up.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” she assures me, unconcerned. I furrow my brow with confusion. She holds up her bloody hands with a smile. “It’s blood magic! A little gross, but it worked!” 

“How did you do it?” I question, sniffing her curiously. I’m certain it’s her blood. 

“Well… I drank your blood, but it wasn’t enough. I think I had to ingest the blood of another giant too. And when…” She shudders. “When that huge man took me, I bit his hand and tasted his blood.” 

“Oh,” I utter softly, not sure what else to say. I don’t want to pry into the details of her traumatic experience. She told me in a basic sense what happened, but didn’t divulge the unsavory specifics. I know better than to press her for additional information. 

She winces a bit in disgust and tries to flick the scarlet liquid off her hands. I restrict the movement of her thin arms by gently compressing them between my fingers. She searches me questioningly. I lick my lips and swallow, raising her close to my mouth. My stomach grumbles. Her alluring scent has whetted my appetite… 

I can’t resist a taste. I part my lips and explore with my tongue, touching the tip to her crimson-stained fingers. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull back. She’s been inside my mouth many times, enough to trust that I won’t swallow her against her will. I lick her hands clean, and enjoy the rest of her magnificent body for good measure, bathing her in my saliva and warm breath. She tastes superlative. 

“Mmmm,” I hum. Jackie blushes. Her miniscule fingers curl around my much larger fingertip. I’m surprised to see that she appears to enjoy my ravenous advances. I never thought such a feat was possible. 

She practices more. There’s a substantial difference between manifesting the raw element of magic and shaping it into a spell. The spike in difficulty challenges her, but she remains diligent in her studies, undeterred by her failures. She makes remarkable progress, even though using magic leaves her exhausted. 

On another day, I’m sprawled out on the couch watching TV while Jackie lounges on my belly. She’s doing something, but I’m not really paying attention to her, until she calls out to me. 

“Chester, open your mouth for a minute,” she insists. I cock a brow as I stare down at her. She’s got a mischievous gleam in her eye. I follow her command, relaxing my head on the pillow and cracking open my jaws. I wait patiently as I feel her tiny hands and feet scale my neck and chin, pulling on my stubble. 

I don’t know what she’s planning, but a tickle of excitement activates my salivary glands and inflames my loins. Her knees come to rest on the plush pillow of my lower lip. My tongue sways in the vast cavern of my maw below her, hankering for a taste. To my surprise, a mystery parcel falls into my mouth, tumbling down my slippery tongue like a slide. I catch it before it hits the back of my throat, cradling it in my jaws thoughtfully.  The foreign object is a savory, soft, succulent morsel. 

“Why, that’s human meat!” I blurt through the mouthful of food. “It tastes really good too!” 

It tastes… like Jackie. I double check that she’s safely on my chin, not in my mouth, before gulping down the meat with tremendous satisfaction. A pleasant fullness permeates my belly, as if I’ve eaten a real human. I open my maw again, hoping for more. I’m rewarded with another marvelous chunk of flesh. I wolf it down, positively glowing. 

“Now, Chester, this next piece should be the best yet, but be careful not to swallow it,” Jackie murmurs in a sultry tone. She slides between my lips; I part the gates of my teeth to allow her ingress. My hunger is thoroughly satisfied, but I’m always eager for another taste. She surrenders herself to me, riding the undulations of my tongue. 

Her flavor magnifies; she’s taking off her clothes. I spit them out and slurp on her naked body, slithering my tongue to her sweetest parts, pleasuring her. Feeling her, drinking her up, sandwiching her between my incisors and my tongue, spreading her legs wide apart. I can taste her sexual ecstasy. A low moan rumbles in my throat. 

When we’re done, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, with Jackie perched at the top. I flick her onto the bridge of my nose so I can admire her better. She sits up, skin and bare breasts glistening with moisture, and gazes down at me lovingly. I rarely get to see her at this angle, so close to my eyes, so I thoroughly appreciate the special treat. She covers her mouth in the cutest little pose and erupts into giggles when she sees my big eyes crossed to see her. 

Her laughter is infectious, especially when she topples backwards and nearly falls back into my mouth. I rise up, making her tumble off my face for real, but I catch her safely in my palms. As I look at her nestled in the folds of my hands, I’m filled with pure bliss. She may be small, but my love for this little person is as deep as the ocean, always swelling in great waves. 

Her newfound ability marks a notable improvement in our relationship. I don’t have to rein in my appetite as much or harass her around dinnertime for mouth time when she’s not in the mood. My incessant cravings are easier to satisfy, when I can fully ingest human meat made by her blood magic. While it’s not quite the same as lively prey, it provides the same level of nutrition and satiation. 

As happy as we are, though, I can plainly see that Jackie is homesick. She keeps working towards her goal of manifesting a portal home. She can create keyholes, but they are still unstable, and sometimes too small for even her diminutive form to squeeze through. I’m rooting for her. I want her to be as fulfilled in life as I am, so I quell my lingering fears that she will desert me. I must put her needs above my own, though I do have faith that she loves me too much to leave me. 

Her power strengthens during thunderstorms, when the air is charged with electricity. So, when lightning flashes on the horizon one afternoon, Jackie is eager to try out her spells. Although I’m hankering for a meal, I put off cooking and decide to support her in her endeavor instead. Since I don’t want to leave her alone and unprotected, I stay outside with her for a while, observing her efforts. 

All that practice pays off, and a portal appears before her. I can make out a red building, perhaps a barn, through the small tear in the fabric of reality. Jackie looks back at me, cranking her neck up. As elated as she is, I detect a hint of uncertainty behind her expression. 

“Should I go through this time?” she inquires, wringing her hands. 

“You might as well,” I respond. “I think you’ve practiced enough that you should be able to come back. I’m sure your folks are very worried about you.” 

A flicker of conflicted emotions crosses her features. I smile gently and pick her up in my hands, planting a small kiss on top of her head. “I’ll be waiting for you here,” I promise. “Take as long as you need.” 

As I lower my hand down to the portal, I’m blinded by a flash from the sky. A bolt of blue cracks the air and slams into the portal down below. It explodes with a cascade of cobalt sparks and a rush of heat. My feet shoot out from underneath me and I topple forward. I reflexively clasp Jackie to my chest and twist so my shoulder will absorb the brunt of the impact. 

My stomach somersaults when the expected collision does not occur, and instead I drop through empty space. My body does a flip and I land flat on my rear. Jackie spills out of my clumsy hands, but fortunately ends up rolling down my thigh and plopping in the dirt between my legs without injury. 

She stands up, brushing the soil off her clothes. She swivels around, looking very nervous. I wince and rub my aching bottom, stretching out my spine in the process. Only then do I realize something is very, very off. My house is gone; the trees are gone. The landscape is oddly flat. There’s elaborate little birdhouses on the ground for some reason. I don’t recognize this place at all. 

My nose is assaulted with a cacophony of tantalizing aromas. Humans? I sample the air, not believing my senses. The air itself is warmer, drier. The sky is a serene blue, free of any clouds. There’s no rain or thunder. It’s like we’ve been plopped down into a completely different climate, a different world. 

Different… world… 

I blink rapidly and look down. The vegetation is weird, with clumpy grass organized in orderly squares and little stalks that vaguely resemble broccoli sticking out of the earth. I wrap my fingers around one of the stalks, examining the texture. It’s scratchy and crunchy around the base, while the green tufts on the ends are softer and flatter. 

“H-hey…” I stammer, becoming more perplexed and alarmed by the second. I gaze down at Jackie with wide eyes as I pinch one of the broccoli stems. I’m struggling not to lose my composure as my mind slowly grasps what is going on. I’m holding an entire tree between my fingers. I don’t want to believe it.  

“What just happened? Why… everything is so small!” I shout stupidly, despite knowing full well what is going on. 

“Chester.” Jackie meets my gaze. I see my anxiety mirrored in her eyes, but she tries her best to ground me. “This is the human realm,” she explains slowly, as if speaking to a child. She points to the tiny house close by, the one I initially confused for a birdhouse with how small it is. “My parents live in there. They are going to panic if they see you.” 

No shit. I can’t avoid scaring them, when I already loom over the house sitting down. It’s ridiculously small. Everything is ridiculously small. The fences, the vehicles and machinery, look like toys in a playset. Cows and horses crawl around in grassy green fuzz like mice. I know Jackie is miniscule, but an entire world scaled to her would be inconceivable to me, if not already laid out before me like a patterned tablecloth. 

“Just… stay here for a minute. Don’t get up,” Jackie orders me, hurrying towards the farmhouse. I obey, meekly running my hand through what looks like grass. When my fingertips brush against strange lumps, I realize with amazement that it’s a miniature field of corn.  

An ear of corn from this field wouldn’t even constitute a single kernel from the Land of Giants. My stomach rumbles at the reminder of food. I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner before coming here. I place my hand over my gut with consternation. This is turning into a troubling situation. I can’t allow myself to fall to temptation again, no matter what. 

Jackie’s halfway to the house before the front door flings open and two more tiny humans scurry out, presumably her parents. They scream and gesticulate wildly. Her dad is wielding a shotgun. I know from experience that frightened prey can become recklessly aggressive, when threatened. 

Oh dear. This isn’t going to end well. 

Chapter 18 (coming soon)

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I wrote another M4F audio RP script for my friend Shardro 😊 Starts out slightly antagonistic and transitions to very sweet and comforting. He did SUCH a wonderful job with it, the man has a golden voice. Give it a listen! 💖💖

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'Catching a ride'

All shot using real figures a borrowed coaster in the shape of a button and a bit of knitting (not mine)

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Sterling Household: Pippin

Pippin Borrowfield: The second child in the Borrowfield family, Pippin is adventurous and energetic. He enjoys exploring the wall they live in and dreams of joining his father on borrowing missions when he grows older. Pippin's enthusiasm can sometimes get him into trouble, but his heart is always in the right place. He is four and a half inches tall. He is twelve years old. Has medium lengthened hair brown in color and brown eyes. His Zodiac sign is a Monkey.