Out of all body parts, I especially love the neck area, like the collarbones and the sternocleidomastoid muscles.
Sometimes when I am bored, I catch myself thinking things like, "If giants actually existed, I would want to live in the hollow of their collarbone." (What am I even saying?)
Anyway, to change the subject completely—take a look at his amazing neck area. It's great, isn't it?
…What? I don't mean anything by it, okay?
Anonymous asked: Can you do number 2 for the G/t prompts with Jacob from Bigfoot's a Hoax and maybe one of his old friends?
I went with an alternate version of events from Bigfoot's a Hoax, in which Jacob's friends came and found him instead of what ended up happening in that story. The first part of this is the same as the opening of the original - so it might look familiar! But instead of being chased off on his own, Jacob has a much better outcome.
I may continue this at some point, if I get more ideas for it!
Original | Bigfoot's a Hoax (AO3) (DA)
Reading time: ~10-15 mins.
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Twigs and leaves crunched under heavy boots as Jacob hiked among the trees and stared around him avidly. The pines, straight and tall, stretched high overhead, deep green needles hiding the darkening sky from sight. The air was filled with the fresh scent of those pines, as well as distant maples, and the crisp aroma of a mountain lake. Even as the day came to a close, birds and squirrels bustled about on the branches, chasing each other or holding conversations in their squeaks and chirps. There was a slant to the world that came as an unfamiliar obstacle to Jacob, a native of the flat lands of Iowa.
It was the perfect terrain for hiking. Despite Colorado coming with more chill than he was used to and thinner air than he usually breathed, it was well worth the trip.
Back at the campsite, his friends were less enthusiastic about the wild outdoors themselves. Camping was a time of relaxation, they’d say. To Jacob, hiking in the trees was relaxing. A chance to get away, take it all in, and live in his own thoughts.
A faint twinge on his back, little more than an itch, prompted Jacob to stop in his tracks. He shifted his backpack around, and then glanced up once more. The evening was getting darker. Knowing his friends, they’d need help getting a fire started.
He turned back towards the campsite, using the slope of the earth and a natural sense of direction to point him where he wanted to go. He didn’t want to be caught out here when it grew too dark to find his way between the trees.
He didn’t make it three steps before a strange tugging sensation clenched in his middle. With a wince, Jacob stopped again and shut his eyes tight. The thin air around him became thinner and his heart pounded in his ears as though he was suddenly underwater. There was a prickling at his arms and chest, and the sound of more twigs breaking. Something like vertigo swam around his head.
Did I fall down a hill?
He opened his eyes, and then closed them again in confusion. When he opened them once more, the scene before him was just as confusing. Jacob stared around him, with the waning sky a canopy overhead, ringed by the mountain range that created a wall across the country.
He could see the sky.
He was taller than the trees.
“What the fuck,” he muttered, his face a mask of shock. His voice, quiet to him, rumbled out of his now-massive chest and made the tips of the trees quiver. They didn’t rise past his shoulders.
The prickling on his arms came from the branches that now poked into him like twigs. Now, an entire pine branch felt like what a pine needle should feel like. He brushed a hand over one branch with his brow furrowed, and flinched when the spindly wood creaked and then snapped from his touch.
“I need help,” he murmured, and now birds and squirrels could be heard scolding him from safely below the tree level where he couldn’t see them. He looked straight down. Past a chest broader than a house and jean-clad legs that towered over some apartment buildings, his boots were planted on the ground, crushing undergrowth that moments ago he’d need to push aside or navigate around.
If Jacob were to guess with his severely-confused senses, he was over a hundred feet tall.
It wasn’t possible. He had to have hit his head on something. It was a hallucination, taking the sensations of the forest around and warping them. He could still smell the maple and the pine and the mountain lake, he could still feel the chill in the air, but it all took a backseat.
Jacob’s heart did flips as the confusion grew, and he took a lurching, dizzy step. It was clumsy, and he nearly dropped down to his knees in the confusion and vertigo. He was up too high. Jacob had to blink lightheadedness away that could be from the thin air or from the soaring sensation that came with just one step.
People didn’t just grow like this all of a sudden.
He needed to find someone. He took another step with a grimace, and the strange height didn’t go away. If he could just get back to the others, he might be able to find out what had happened to make him grow.
Small dots of flickering orange led him back. Jacob didn’t need his sense of direction as much, now that he stood taller than the trees. He walked towards the campgrounds, glancing down with every step. If there was another hiker down there …
He didn't want to think about that, but the thought had wormed its way into his mind anyway.
He simply couldn't see the ground very well, not in the dark with layers of tree branches cluttering the view. He'd probably already crushed countless low-growing plants, some small animal dens and deer trails. For all he knew, he'd already stepped on an unsuspecting animal. He was too dangerous, too unsure of how to carry his own suddenly-giant self, to go any closer to that campsite.
Jacob didn't move any closer, and didn't turn back either. He didn't know the mountains at all, and even at a large scale he risked getting lost out there, or stumbling across some other campsite. He stood frozen by indecision, a statue taller than the trees surrounding him. Those campfires in the distance flickered so invitingly, he could almost believe he'd imagined things and he'd find a perfectly normal scene if he approached.
Instead, he thought, that would probably cause a huge panic. People running around, trying to escape the giant, probably getting hurt in the process. Jacob had been to enough campgrounds to know how prevalent beer was among the supplies people brought. His own cooler had plenty stocked, and his friends had probably already cracked open a few.
Oh, God. Chase and Bobby. How am I gonna let them know?
Jacob stared down at his boots in the spare moonlight. He hadn't gained much confidence in his ability to approach carefully. Even now, tree branches strained against the fabric of his clothes just from him standing too close. He had nowhere to move that didn't impose himself on the world around him.
Something about that fact finally prompted him to move, but not any closer to the campground. He turned away, scanning the trees for any sign of a clearing. He'd find a place and work on his next steps from there.
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He wasn't sure how long it took him to find a clearing, or how long he'd been sitting in it wondering what to do. The sky had just barely started changing color on one horizon, the moon long since hidden behind some clouds. Jacob, absently rolling an entire boulder between his hands, didn't have any more ideas than he'd started with, but a noise in the distance drew him out of his spiraling thoughts, noise that didn't match the ambient noise of the mountains around him.
He glanced up and flinched to see tiny beams of light sweeping erratically between the trees, probably fifty yards out. More than once, he lost track of them behind the trees and couldn't tell how many there were. He watched in quiet surprise, blinking tired eyes and wondered what the hell someone would be doing out in the woods at what such an add hour of the early morning.
Search party crossed his mind, but then he wondered if something like that would be organized this soon after he didn't come back. There weren't enough beams of light for a whole search party anyway.
"Jake?!" called out of the trees from those lights, a familiar raised voice.
"Chase?" Jacob responded, his voice low from lack of use through the night. His heart did a hopeful little flip as those flashlight beams swung more in his direction. His friends could help him figure out what to do. If he needed to go somewhere else for shelter, they could talk to someone, maybe get more people aware of his weird situation without inciting a mass panic.
“Jacob, Jesus, where are you?!" Chase called. They were making their way towards him now. "Are you okay?”
“Dude you can't just go off on your own anymore!” Bobby chimed in, some of his Texas drawl leaking into his voice. Even his annoyed tone was a relief to hear. After a night wondering what the fuck happened to him, Jacob welcomed anything familiar.
He discarded the boulder he'd been absently fiddling with, then winced as it made a considerable thud against the ground. "Guys, I'm ..." he started, keeping his volume low in spite of his excitement, "It's hard to explain..."
“That way,” was Bobby's decisive response. They were coming closer, their flashlight beams easier and easier to follow. Jacob leaned forward where he sat, bracing one giant hand on the ground.
"Dude, we're on the way,” Chase called.
Jacob didn't have much time to formulate what he'd say. There wasn't exactly a social manual for greeting friends after finding oneself gigantified.
He tracked the flashlight beams eagerly, following every sweep and flicker of them as they approached. Fewer and fewer obstacles stood between his friends and the clearing where he’d had to take refuge, and Jacob sighed with relief. Whatever this was, at least he didn’t have to deal with it alone.
Finally, Bobby stumbled past a low shrub, glaring over his shoulder briefly. He paused to wait for Chase to catch up to him, and Jacob got his first glimpse of just how small his friend looked to him. Bobby wasn’t a short guy by most standards, but now, after Jacob’s explosive growth spurt, he might as well be an action figure.
One that hadn’t noticed him there yet.
Right as Chase came into view, Bobby turned back to the clearing, his flashlight cutting a wide swath over the open space. It swept over Jacob’s hand where it rested in the grass, and then zipped right back to it.
Jacob found himself tensing up in time with Bobby as the light slowly trailed past his hand, up his arm, towards his face. He froze, suddenly aware of something; if Chase and Bobby looked that small to him, how big must Jacob look from their view?
Two tiny faces tilted back slowly, barely lit in the sparse early morning. The details didn’t come across, not really, but even Jacob could see the astonished fear dawning across them. He opened his mouth to finally say something, anything. “Guys,” was all he could come up with.
His voice rumbled through the air and they flinched in perfect sync. Chase lifted his own flashlight up towards Jacob’s face, a delayed reaction that didn’t matter much with Bobby’s shaking beam already aimed up at him. A beat of silence followed, Jacob staring down at his friends, his friends staring right back up at him.
“Aw, hell,” Bobby muttered, finally taking a shaky step back. His hand shook and the beam of the flashlight flickered, once or twice shining right into Jacob’s eyes.
Jacob flinched back and his hand finally lifted off the ground, revealing the crushed grass beneath it. “Dude!” he blurted.
It was the wrong response. The noise seemed to hit the pair of them like a physical force, and Bobby actually dropped his light. Chase let out a breathless sort of sound before smacking Bobby’s arm with the back of his hand, prompting them both to turn and bolt back into the trees.
“Shit,” Jacob hissed, lurching forward. He didn’t want to lose track of them out here, not when he hadn’t even had a chance to explain himself. He wasn’t sure they’d even recognized him yet, and if they ran off for good, that chance would never come.
Luckily, since they had to stumble over undergrowth, they didn’t get a good head start before Jacob’s hand shot into the treeline past them. He winced, feeling guilty, but herded his palm towards his friends, the only people around he could hope to help him. They stumbled together, Bobby clinging to Chase’s arm and Chase barely keeping hold of his flashlight. Jacob grimaced past the guilt thrashing around in his gut and closed the distance, curling his fingers around behind their backs to scoop them right off the forest floor.
“Fuck! Shit! Fuck!” Chase yelped, wriggling with all his might. Bobby twisted and struggled too, but his movements were far more subdued in Jacob’s grasp. Jacob felt their movements against his palm and fingers, and found that it amounted to almost nothing. They couldn’t escape and were trapped with their arms pinned to their sides.
“Guys, wait a second,” he insisted, lifting them back towards the clearing. Desperate concern had replaced the awe on his face. “Chase, Bobby, it’s me! Calm down!”
“What,” Bobby barked out, eyes wide as he twisted around as much as he could to squint at Jacob’s face. “What the fuck!”
Chase didn’t look at him, only shook his head. “Dude we’re tripping on something,” he insisted. His voice came only with effort, and Jacob wondered if the pressure had some adverse effect on his asthma. “That’s the only, that’s what’s, Jesus shitting christ!”
“Please listen,” Jacob insisted, bringing his other hand close so he could release them from his grasp. They fell in a frantic heap on his cupped palms, the flashlight forgotten between them. He noticed a wince on Bobby’s face as Chase’s scrambling to right himself resulted in an elbow to the side. “Please just calm down for a second. It’s me. It’s Jacob. I’m Jacob!”
His voice rose a bit as he spoke, which drew their attention. The volume would have to be impossible to ignore, especially from this close. Two wide-eyed faces turned upwards, struggles halted for a moment. There was another quiet beat of staring between Jacob, hopelessly clueless on what happened to him, and Chase and Bobby, out looking for their friend.
Chase broke the silence. “Jake? Dude, Jake?!”
Jacob nodded once, some tension unrolling from his shoulders. Chase finally recognized him. Even in the faint light, he could see the little guy scanning his face incredulously. “Yeah.”
His hands lowered back towards the ground. As desperate as he’d been to keep the pair of them from running off into the woods, actually holding them was weird. It wasn’t supposed to be so trivial to scoop both of his best friends up in one hand. On his normal scale, he would probably be able to lift them both, but it would at least take some effort.
He hoped to recount his steps now that someone was there to hear them. “I don’t know what-” he started, but didn’t get to finish the thought.
Bobby, as soon as he was only a foot or two off the ground, pushed himself up from a seat and, using Jacob’s thumb like a springboard, leapt right off the hand. Jacob flinched from the sudden movement, and Chase ended up tripping into the grass as the giant hands suddenly parted beneath him.
“Bobby, what the fuck?!” Chase called, staring after their friend who was already several sprinted strides away.
Jacob was, once again, too quick for him. He reached out to plant a hand in Bobby’s path. He only aimed to stop his frantic sprint, but Bobby didn’t stop in time. He slammed into Jacob’s palm and then fell to a seat in the grass.
Jacob sighed in exasperation. “Dude, stop running away for a second!”
“Oh, why shouldn’t I, huh?!” Bobby snapped, his voice full of adrenaline-fueled anger. “For all we know, you’re some kinda bullshit trick! You’re a goddamn, a-a goddamn giant!”
Jacob nodded and his face fell as he noticed the stammering bluster for what it was. Bobby was terrified of him. “This isn’t a trick,” he said, all his exasperation gone in favor of resignation. “I promise. I don’t know what happened. But I’m Jacob, and I’m not gonna hurt you or something just because I’m a giant, what do you take me for, dude?”
Chase finally picked himself off the ground, the flashlight back in hand. He sneezed into his elbow, and then wandered towards where Bobby had fallen next to Jacob’s hand. “You fuckin’ dick,” he said, shining the light right into Bobby’s face when he turned to look at him. “You were just gonna leave me!”
Even with the annoyed words out in the open, Chase offered Bobby a hand when he reached him. Bobby accepted it after a beat of hesitation and a glance up at Jacob. “You can’t blame me for freakin’ out,” he muttered, but the blush was unmistakable against his pale skin. “This shit is freaky!”
Jacob shook his head. “I don’t blame you,” he agreed, “I’m freaked out too.”
Chase lifted his hands in a what-can-you-do gesture. “I’m guessing you probably have more reason to be freaked than we do. What the fuck happened?”
Jacob shrugged, giving as much of his confusion and exasperation to the action as he could. “I was literally just walking around, then I got dizzy and suddenly…” he gestured a hand at himself, noting the scale of the clearing around them, too. Even sitting down, Jacob was enormous, far too big to be real, and yet there he was. It wasn’t lost on him that his friends tracked the movement of his giant hand, though from fear or awe he couldn’t tell.
“When did it happen?” Bobby asked, a tense frown on his face. “Have you been like this all night?”
Jacob rubbed at the back of his neck absently. “I guess. I was out checking out the area a bit after we set up our tent. Dunno exactly how long after I left when it happened though.”
Bobby heaved a frustrated sigh. “Dammit,” he muttered.
Chase’s sigh, by contrast, was relieved. “Dude, we couldn’t decide if you’d gotten lost or just lost track of time or something,” he explained. His gaze drifted towards his shoes and he became sheepish. “Guess we shoulda come looking sooner.”
Jacob shook his head in firm disagreement. “I mean, I dunno if searching in the middle of the night would have been your best idea,” he reasoned. “Besides. This, uh, whatever it is, has made me practically immune to animal attacks, right?”
Chase looked back up, his cheshire grin in place. “You sayin’ you’re gonna fight some bears?”
Jacob rolled his eyes and slowly reached down to poke Chase in the side. To his relief, his friend didn’t leap away from the contact. “Not if I can help it,” he said. “So you guys better not go looking for more trouble than you already found.”
Bobby scoffed, an amused and exasperated sound. “Right. Well what’re we gonna do now? Jake’s a giant for some goddamn reason. Can’t exactly go back to camp like everythin’s normal, they’d riot!”
Jacob almost rolled his eyes at Bobby so easily avoiding the fact that he’d tried to bolt himself moments ago. Quick turns or not, he was right. “I mean, I could maybe go to camp, if you guys went ahead to warn them,” he mused, but he was less and less convinced with each passing moment. Wandering into a crowd of strangers who had no reason to trust him like his friends did could go wrong in so many ways.
His own friends had tried to run away at first. All those other campers wouldn’t react any better.
Chase shrugged, lingering on the gesture as if it might help him think of a better solution. “We probably shouldn’t start with so many people at once,” he reasoned. “But I think we probably better get help, right? Eventually?”
“Eventually,” Bobby echoed, still more exasperated than anything else. He stalked a few steps to one side, pivoted, and kicked at a tuft of grass before continuing his agitated pacing. “What if someone gets it in their head that they gotta call the government or something?”
Jacob didn’t like the sound of that any more than Bobby did. If movies told him anything, it was that the military would get involved at the drop of a dime. “So what do we do? I can’t even remember where I was when this happened, so we’re not gonna find the cause very easily, if it’s still out there.”
“You could hide out,” Chase blurted, his eyes suddenly alight with ideas like the sky was alight with the coming sunrise. “It’s the mountains. You can hide while we try to find out. We have a few days before our reserved spot runs out. If we don’t find a way to fix it by then, we can call someone for help.”
Jacob frowned faintly as he thought it over. They didn’t have good chances of figuring anything out in only a few days. They’d only planned a brief stay at the campground for this vacation, with other destinations coming after. Jacob had a strong feeling he wouldn’t be seeing the other tourist destinations Colorado had to offer anytime soon.
“I … guess,” he hedged, not wanting to completely dismiss the idea, not with Chase so pleased with himself over it. “I dunno how well I can hide, is all. And this is a bit more roughin’ it than I’ve ever done before, if I do try this.”
Chase grinned, conveying an awful lot of confidence for someone who didn’t face a careful exile. “You’d do great, Jake,” he assured him. “An’ you’re not gonna be on your own, here. We got your back.”
Bobby was far less exuberant, and in fact seemed unsettled still, but he nodded. “I mean. Yeah. We’re gonna back you up an’ all. But if I get kidnapped by the government for knowing you, you had better come bust me out, y’hear?”
Chase rolled his eyes. “Dude, they’re not gonna kidnap anyone,” he insisted, confident as ever in contrast to Bobby’s pessimism.
“We don’t know that,” Bobby countered. With more and more light reaching the clearing from the steady sunrise, the frustration on Bobby’s face became easier and easier to see. He crossed his arms, all bluster and self-assurance that his take on the situation was the right one. People often picked him out as the leader of their would-be group, if only because of that attitude.
In reality, Chase didn’t take any leadership as seriously as they’d like, and Jacob tended to go with the flow. Bobby’s grasp on any decision making was granted to him by default.
This time, though, Jacob wanted to head off an argument before it could really get started. “Kidnapping or not, we can figure it out if it actually happens,” he said, his rumbling voice shaking the tips of the grass in the clearing. He wished it didn’t also make his friends flinch; he’d have to be mindful of his volume. In a lower voice, he went on. “If I’m gonna be hiding out in the mountains, I should probably try to find a decent spot soon. The sun’s coming up and you guys won’t be the only ones wandering around here for very long.”
Bobby nodded distractedly. “We’ll need to find at least some supplies you can use.”
Jacob leaned back a bit, glad he had a good response to at least one of their problems. He reached behind himself to where he’d leaned his backpack against the sturdiest tree he found at the edge of the clearing. Lifting it around so it was in view, he grinned down at the other two. “My bag grew with me, at least,” he announced. It wasn’t as full as it had been for their trip out; Jacob had unpacked some things back at their campsite.
Chase and Bobby stared awestruck at the bag, the size of a large house and suspended by one giant hand. It swayed gently, leaving no room to forget about its sheer bulk.
Bobby stammered for a moment before nodding in approval. “Okay. Fucking shit, that’ll probably work just fine.”
Jacob set the bag down again, trying not to shake the ground too much. “So I’ll have some of my stuff to work with. Not as much as I want, and I don’t have a first aid kit in there, but it’s something.”
Chase grinned next, flicking off the switch on his flashlight. “Awesome,” he said, tapping Bobby’s arm with the back of his hand. “Go get your flashlight, we can go with him to help find a good spot.”
“What?!” Bobby blurted, suddenly looking very put upon.
“What, were you planning to just leave your shit lying around?” Chase teased, gesturing at the fallen flashlight with more drama than it really needed. “That’s littering, Bobby.”
“You know damn well that’s not-!” Bobby cut himself off and stalked over to retrieve the light he’d dropped in his earlier panic. As he stomped through the grass, he waved a hand at Jacob. “I just … didn’t think we’d be goin’ to look for a giant campsite today is all. We don’t have our own supplies!”
Jacob rolled his eyes. “You dumb shits really just wandered into the woods to look for me with only a couple of flashlights and a prayer, didn’t you? Idiots.” As concerned as he was for their lapse, a faint smile came to his face in the midst of his teasing. “You wanna go get some of your stuff and meet back here?”
Chase chimed in, words rushing out like they were on a time limit. “We don’t need to go back now, we found ya! And you have your bag so you’re ready. You can move a lot faster than we can on our own anyway.”
Jacob’s mouth twisted into a dubious frown. Chase’s eager insistence reminded him of something he’d willfully overlooked. “I mean … yeah,” he hedged, his gaze sliding off his friends’ seemingly-small size. “I can cover a lot of ground. Just, uh. This means I need to carry you guys, though, right?”
There was a pause, and for a second even Chase looked uncertain about it, clearly having forgotten the details of what tagging along with a giant would look like. The two that still stood at normal scale couldn’t hope to follow Jacob’s pace on foot. He didn’t want them on the ground near where he’d be walking around, anyway.
But carrying them around would be so weird. He wasn’t supposed to be so big that he could consider such an arrangement.
Bobby seemed to share some of that uncertainty. His shoulders tensed, but then he shook his head and straightened his posture, a familiar picture of bravado. “Yeah, guess you’ll have to,” he admitted. He was clearly still skeptical, going by the slight frown on his face, but was trying to act cool about it all. Jacob could relate - this was a difficult scenario to wrap his head around even though he was already living it.
“Alright,” Jacob muttered, though even then his voice carried much farther than he expected. “Guess that’s our plan.”
He reached for his backpack again, slipping one arm into the straps and then the other. Then, he braced one hand on the ground so he could get his feet under him, though not without what looked like an earthquake for Chase and Bobby. While they wobbled and looked at their shoes in surprise or awe or any number of emotions that made perfect sense, Jacob reached for them with one hand.
They weren’t ready for it; Chase flinched and Bobby sent one quick glance out of the clearing as they were gathered up once again in a giant fist. Jacob, in less of a desperate hurry this time, gave them a fleeting moment to situate themselves before closing his grasp around them. This time, their arms were free, and they settled on his knuckles for some semblance of stability as they left the ground behind.
“Woah,” Chase said, gripping Jacob’s hand the best he could.
Bobby squirmed and slapped a hand on Jacob’s finger. “Dude, be careful! Don’t just throw us around!”
Jacob paused with his best friends held fifteen feet in the air. “I’m not throwing anybody,” he protested indignantly, though he glanced over his hand, then to the ground. “I mean … I’ll move a bit slower, I guess.” He hadn’t thought too much about how it would affect them to pick them up too quickly.
Chase waved him off. “Don’t worry too much about it. Bobby’s being a priss. This isn’t so bad, so long as you don’t squish us.”
Jacob didn’t like the thought of that, so he put it out of mind as soon as it arrived. “Right,” he assured them. “I’m figuring this out as I go along. I’ll move slower, and no squishing. Any other special orders while we’re here?”
Chase snickered. “If you could swing by the giant McDonald’s while we’re out, I’d take a medium fries!”
Jacob rolled his eyes and chose not to respond. Instead, his focus turned on himself as he resumed rising to his feet. He concentrated on how quickly he moved, especially the hand that contained two of the most important people in his life. He kept an eye on their faces for any sign of further discomfort, though he found more awe there than anything else. Chase looked around avidly, even tried to lean over enough to see straight down. Bobby took more interest in the horizon, scanning over the trees as soon as they rose above the level of the canopy.
“How’s this?” Jacob asked once he was at his full height. He couldn’t help but hold his hand a bit closer to his chest; it felt more secure than holding them out in front of himself, even if it meant they all had to crane their necks to talk.
Chase was too distracted, but Bobby managed to take his eyes off the nearest treetops. He offered a thoughtful frown. “Any way you could give us a little more space here? Chase can’t fuckin’ sit still and I’m worried he’s gonna kick me.”
Chase shot him an offended look, but Jacob’s chuckle cut off any retort he might have thrown. “Sure, I guess. Just, uh, hang on.” With the warning given, Jacob held his hand even closer to his chest and tilted it a bit. Slowly, watching for any sign of them slipping, he loosened his grip by degrees. His friends caught on to his plan and kept hold of his thumb until they could safely scoot to his palm. Jacob’s chest became a wall next to them, only making them look smaller.
They’re not small, he reminded himself. I’m just huge now.
“This is so wild,” Chase said, mirroring Jacob’s amazement. “Dude. You’re stupid big!”
Bobby rolled his eyes. He tried to look nonchalant about the whole thing, but one of his hands had a white-knuckled grip on the thick fabric of Jacob’s sweatshirt. “Figured that out yourself, dude? What else?”
Jacob curled his thumb to nudge at Bobby’s side. “Chill, dude. You guys ready to go?”
Chase held a thumbs-up aloft and grinned. Casual demeanor aside, his voice was breathless when he gave his verdict. “Sun’s almost up, Jake, time to get yourself hidden!”
Jacob scoffed out an almost-laugh, but followed the advice. He wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to hide, being as massive as he was. At least the mountains probably had plenty of remote spots he could stay out of the way until they could plan the real course of action. He waded into the trees, putting the campground farther behind him with each long stride.
Prompt challenges mainly spawned this AU, in which Chase and his younger sister Minnie are borrower sized - specifically, I borrowed the curse portrayed quite often over at @brothersapart, leaving someone small but also granting them some benefits in return. In this AU, Chase and Minnie are simply trying to live their lives in the walls of an apartment, where a familiar character happens to live ...
1 Forbidden Fruit Snacks
2 Fried Potatoes
3 Minnie’s Supply Run
4 Nailed It
5 Orange You Glad
6 Almost a Thief
7 Lies Under Duress
8 Shoot the Breeze
9 Difficult on Purpose
10 Minnie Dilemma
11 Rescue Mission
I'm making this one up as I go along. It's fairly open ended and we'll see where it goes! It needed its own masterpost as the main post was getting too unwieldy. Soon I'll update the individual story posts with a link to this post as well.
Sorry for the inconvenience, but I don't want to break the rules.And so... oh..God, I'm really nervous about posting this part, I've spent a lot of time on it, and you know what?I'll just post and go draw the next part, I think I'm thinking too much
All things Zavier didn’t want to deal with. What was the point anyway? It wouldn’t stop the torment. In fact, it would intensify it. Zavier was sure of it.
Who am I kidding? Everything I’m involved in immediately intensifies. My mom had to leave work early. Dad had a client meeting he was supposed to attend, but didn’t because he didn’t want me waiting for so long after school. I just complicate everything.
An exasperated sigh escaped the teen, frustration compiling. He was on the verge of attempting to convince himself otherwise when he heard something - something loud.
The shifter teen cautiously sat up and looked at his device. It wasn’t on. Nothing was playing. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it. He held his breath and nose in an attempt to pop his ears when recollection hit him.
It was his parents - and they were arguing.
A pit churned in his stomach and every instinct told him to shut it out. It wasn’t his business. They’d had arguments before, and sometimes their voices were a bit louder than they realized. They had always been a strong front and, sometimes, were passionate about the things they discussed.
This was different - because he heard his name.
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Ever wonder how big a 100 ft tall giant’s pinky would be? Can a human sleep comfortably on the stomach of a 40 ft tall giant? Is a 200 ft tall giant just the right size for nose hugs?
Answer these questions and more with my G/t size calculator!
Simply input information about what your giant would be like as a human and how tall they are as a giant…
…and you can immediately browse facts about their proportions! There’s data on the body in general, plus specific measurements for facial features and hands.
It even works on mobile! It also works for tinies, though the language will be slightly wrong.
I spent a lot of time working on this, so please send me your feedback! I want to make it the best it can be.
Hi again! 💜 I just wanted to thank you once more for letting me get inspired by your beautiful Castiel and the Winchester boys series.
The first chapter of the fanfic is now up on AO3! 🥹✨
Here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72726571/chapters/189433891
Your art truly gave life to this story — I hope you like it as much as I loved creating it. Thank you again for your kindness and inspiration 💙💚
AHHH!! Such honor to have inspired you to make your own art (with words), thank you for sharing your story with us! :D
NOW EVERYONE GO READ IT AND LEAVE A NICE COMMENT!😍❤️
She’s a nymph, one of my fantasy species. I have a story about her on my DeviantArt, but it’s really really old and unfinished. I’d like to revisit it someday, but I’ve got several other stories I need to work on first.
