Eu tenho uma história no Wattpad e é a única que consegui concluir até agora. É sobre um jovem pai que tem que decidir sua prioridade: seu filho ou seu emprego. Na verdade é muito mais do que isso, mas não quero dar spoilers. Já faz um tempo que ela foi postada, mas até agora não me lembrei de postar aqui. Vou tentar trazer alguns conteúdos acerca da história por aqui, pois quero provar que ela vale a pena. Aqui está o link do primeiro capítulo para quem se interessar:
Read Quebra de Rotina from the story A Porta by VickPorfirio (Vitoria Porfirio) with 34 reads. filho, família, paiefilh...
sharing this pixelart dollmaker (dress up game) and all the dolls I did, it was done by me in collaboration with @mirilich ❤❤❤ the theme we chose was guys, but I nicknamed it lordmaker C:<
anyone can make their own dolls here~, (pls credit the dollmaker if use)
This is Orelha. He was a 10-year-old community dog living on Praia Brava in Florianópolis (SC - Santa Catarina). Unfortunately, on January 18th, he was tortured and killed by four wealthy teenagers.
Orelha was called during the early morning by the group of teenagers—he came with his tail wagging, thinking he was going to play or receive affection. Orelha was brutally beaten. His head was pierced with nails, and his brain was exposed from so much beating.
The next morning, he was found by neighborhood residents still alive but agonizing. He was taken to the veterinarian but died on the operating table. The four teenagers went unpunished.
The doorman who filmed the assaults to report them was threatened by the teenagers' parents. The judge who was to rule on Orelha's case declared herself biased—due to close ties with the families of the aggressors. Two of these teenagers went to visit Disney. Supposedly, one of the teenagers is going to live in Australia with his uncle.
Orelha is not the first victim of these criminals. We cannot allow these murderers to go unpunished.
Hey everyone, I don't usually reblog this kind of content here, but this case is extremely serious and as a resident of the city where it happened, I feel obligated to inform and spread the news.
As stated in the original post, Orelha was a loved and cherished dog in the neighborhood where he lived. He was brutally tortured by four teenagers from very wealthy families here in Florianópolis, who owned hotels and businesses in the city.
Two of the teenagers reportedly fled to Orlando. If you live in the US, I urge you to learn more about the case and demand that local authorities deport these murderers immediately, as some american citizens have been doing.
So far, all four of them remain unpunished, thanks to the financial resources of their parents who are able to protect them. In fact, the father and uncle of one of the teenagers threatened the security guard of the condo complex where they live for witnessing the crime and managed to get him unjustly fired, making him lose his job and source of income.
Please, if you are an USA citizen report this and demand an immediate action from your authorities. They cannot go unpunished.
I don't know if this writing fits the theme and I didn't know how to end the story, but I hope it is still good. Now, lets go to the writing...
It was almost three in the morning when Leonardo picked up Valquíria to take her home. She got into the car and remained silent. The young man immediately found her behavior strange.
"Did something happen, Val?"
"I just want to go home," Valquíria replied.
"Is everything alright? You always talk a lot. Why are you so quiet?"
"Nothing happened. I already said I just want to go home."
The young woman had left a nightclub in Recife. While returning to her cousin's house, she kept remembering a specific moment from the party.
"Where have you ever seen a model wearing an outfit like that?"
"They are so fake..." Valquíria thought.
Two days later, already at her home in Olinda, Valquíria looked at the dress she had worn to that party while putting it in the wash. It was a customized piece with some embroidery that she had done herself. The young woman felt proud of having managed to complete that project. Shouldn't she feel so proud?
"Wow, that embroidery is so cool." "Could you do something like this for me?" Valquíria said aloud, or rather, she repeated what she had heard days before. "How could I have been so stupid to believe them? I shouldn't even have gone to that party."
Valquíria put the garment in the wash with a mixture of anger and sadness. She questioned whether she should continue embroidering or not. After all, wasn't embroidery "something for poor people" as those models had said? She couldn't even consider that possibility, as she had to help her grandmother, Deolinda, with the embroidery work.
The young woman returned to embroidering some time later, but it was noticeable that she didn't have the same enthusiasm. At the same time, she stopped talking to the models from the agency who had invited her to the party, and they found the situation strange. One of them called Valquíria over to talk.
"What's going on, Val? Since the party you haven't talked to me or Liana. Did something happen?"
"I think you know better than I do what happened, don't you?"
"I don't understand what you mean." said the model
“Oh, you don't understand? Where have you ever seen a model go out wearing an outfit like that? Wasn't that what you said to Liana and Elena? Are you going to deny it now?” The model was speechless with astonishment.
“I heard very well what you said behind my back that night and I didn't expect this level of falsehood from you. I'm very disappointed and I don't want to talk anymore.” “You're making a drama out of this? Let's agree that that outfit wasn't the best, was it?”
“That outfit was customized with all the care I had...” Valquíria began
“Even so, it was nothing more than a rag. Do you really want to be a model wearing rags like that? Girl, good luck because you're going to need a lot of help.”
“I didn't ask for your opinion.” Valquíria replied, shaken “In fact, I didn't ask for any of your opinions, but you still talked badly about me behind my back. Do you want to be models with this kind of behavior? Good luck, you already needs a lot of help.”
“Watch how you talk to me, girl! Otherwise I'll...”
“Otherwise what? You're the ones who started this mess. You've already said things you shouldn't have, and now you want to complain about what you heard? Don't you know about karma?”
“That's enough, girl! It's over for you! No more help, no more party invitations, and everything else, understand?”
“I understand perfectly well. Who said I need your help? And now excuse me, because I need to do my job.”
“You won't last here for a week...”
“Keep your words to yourself.” said Valquíria, heading to the fitting room.
Entering the room, she could undo her armor and burst into tears. She stared at the mirror in front of her and could only hear in her mind the insult to her customization. “Still, it's nothing more than a rag... Well, let's see...”
When she got home, she looked at the dress drying on the clothesline. Quite nervous, she took the dress off the clothesline, grabbed a pair of scissors, and would have destroyed the dress if she hadn't been surprised by someone.
"Valquíria, darling, have you arrived yet?" asked Deolinda.
I don't know what I want with this, I just wanted to post it anywhere. I think I should post more here. That's me in the beach. It is based on a photo of years ago. I hope you will like it.
Ivan leaned against his chair sighing. He couldn't describe anything in the city of gardens. He wanted to at least bring something of him to the surface to the world. With a distant look, he tried to cheer himself up and return to his craft.
He had a lot to think about, but the words wouldn't come out. What do you mean he thought about writing?
The muse appeared with a deep look and waited for some movement from him, but Ivan, absorbed in his concern, did not notice her entering the room. But he perceived something different in his heart: he really felt something pulsing, coming out of his chest. He needed to admit to himself that writing about the city of gardens at that time was not possible to tell his truth. Of course he valued this place, but his self needed to express itself, to free himself. And that was what should drive him to write.
The young man pushed his chair closer to the table and began to type a few words:
How does it start? What about this anguish I'm feeling?
Valquíria was a very sure young woman, but at that time she was in complete despair. Her hair was a source of torment to her. It was quite difficult to accept it after hearing insults and laughter.
She noticed people mocking as if she was an animal. It was only by assuming the curls that all the terror began again. After entering her room, she cringed and began to whine. Her two cousins spied on her without her realizing it and they ran away when they realized she was going to leave the room.
Valquíria had to admit: She could be safe as much as she wanted, but her image was her weak point.
The muse watched attentively the boy's movements. "Why did you propose to write about this, Ivan?" The questions came, but he was only willing to write.
As a black woman, Valquíria never set out to question much about the concept of race, but she felt part of the pain of her ancestors on her skin.
Other questions came. "You're not even a black woman, Ivan. Do you really think you have the right to write about it?” While the internal judgment took place, the muse continued to watch the movement of the young man's fingers on the keyboard. Seeing the frustration in Ivan's eyes, she touched his shoulder.
"I want to reach my potential, Ivan. Finish the story, don't forget that. I was born to shine and I need you to give vent to my shine. I'm counting on you.”
Ivan finally stared at his muse and she smiled at him and disappeared. Hours passed when the young man's eyes stared at the computer screen and his fingers hammered its keys. Ivan seemed proud of the feat he achieved that day: He finally found the heroine of his story. He didn't find all her nuances, this was something he hoped Valquíria would surprise him. He also hoped to be competent enough to be able to unearth the plot as special as that of his inspiring muse.
"This is where your story begins.” Thought the young man.
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It is getting spookier! Today's prompt is "An Empty Grave". Empty? Why? Was there something supposed to be in there, and if yes--where is it now? Or perhaps there is nothing weird about this at all? Just your local kids playing a prank? And whatver the meaning behind it may be, one question remains: What is your character doing there at the empty grave? Whether the supernatural is at work or or not, we're eager to read what you think of! So go get to it!
Olá, como vai? Hoje eu gostaria de compartilhar com vocês algumas sugestões de como começar a escrever um livro, ou como voltar a escrever, focado em quem já tem uma ideia inicial para o enredo.
Um lugar quieto
Sei que parece óbvio, mas nem tudo depende da escrita ou de histórias bem estruturadas. O primeiro passo é ter um espaço onde você possa se concentrar e claro, um equipamento adequado. Me sinto muito velha ao dizer isso, porém, não consigo escrever em um celular. O espaço é limitado e a forma de digitar é incômoda. Então, se eu não consigo me sentir confortável, provavelmente não vou conseguir me concentrar. Antes disso, eu costumava usar o computador de casa, onde todo estava perto ou tinha acesso, ou pior, eu tentava fugir para uma biblioteca longe de casa. Bem, posso dizer que não foi uma boa experiência.
Se organize
Agora que você tem um lugar para escrever, está na hora de organizar as coisas. Nesse momento, já devemos ter uma ideia do que queremos fazer. Ou pelo menos um conceito do que escrever. Você gosta de um caderno para fazer anotações ou gosta de colocar tudo em uma página de web? Esse é o momento! Reúna todos os materiais e links que você possa precisar, como um dicionário, ou alguma página importante. Sabe o suficiente sobre seu tema? Está na hora da pesquisa. Reúna as informações necessárias, mas não gaste muito tempo nisso. Por enquanto precisamos colocar em um lugar só o que vamos usar.
Planejamento
As coisas estão indo bem. Lembra das informações que reunimos? É aqui que vamos destrinchá-las. Se você ainda não colocou suas ideias no papel, principalmente, de forma que elas façam sentido, esse é o momento. Pegue as ideias que você teve até esse momento e as coloque em um lugar só.
Você pode fazer de duas formas. Um, você organiza cada informação numa sequência que faça sentido para sua história ou tentar encontrar suas cenas baseadas nas informações que você tem, partindo também do conceito e ou prompts/trope que você queira explorar.
Cenas base
Sim, gosto de usar as cenas base para encontrar a estrutura central do meu enredo. Elas são o que nos guia durante a escrita. Uma cena para a introdução da história, uma para o meio ou o desenvolvimento e uma para a conclusão da história. É claro, você pode ignorar essa dica se você tem uma ideia mais concreta do que escrever, mas para os perdidos ou bloqueados, analisar o que você tem pronto pode dar um pontapé inicial.
Roteiro ou improviso
Aqui é onde o seu estilo de escrita vai falar mais alto. Você gosta de escrever sem um roteiro e com os próximos passos planejados? Se você não gosta de planejar, pode pular esse tópico, mas se você se sente melhor sabendo o que vai acontecer, aqui vai a dica: faça um roteiro dos capítulos ou cenas! Você não precisa ter todas as cenas planejadas, o importante é saber de onde você começou, por onde vai e onde quer chegar. Por isso, as cenas base são essenciais, elas servem como um guia durante o processo da primeira versão do seu livro.
Tema e premissa
Se você ainda tem dúvida do que sua história se trata, tente achar o assunto principal, e depois tente encontrar qual seria o objetivo principal do seu protagonista. Essa é uma sugestão extra, porém, é mais fácil construir uma boa história quando temos um profundo entendimento do que vamos escrever, criar cenas e as reações dos personagens se torna bem mais descomplicadas. Por exemplo, se a premissa é o amor incondicional de dois amantes, eles farão tudo um pelo outro, agora, se fosse amor incondicional x ganancia, esses personagens ficariam em conflito com esses sentimentos opostos, se tornando bem mais fácil construir o enredo.
Divida o enredo em partes pequenas
É aqui que continuamos nosso planejamento. Sim, dividir o enredo em partes. É onde planejamos nossos capítulos, ou transformamos um grande bloco de ideias em várias cenas, de forma que o processo de escrever durante longos meses seja mais palatável. Eu poderia ter colocado esse tópico junto com o roteiro, mas ele é tão importante que preferi falar dele separadamente.
Sinceramente? Para mim é quase impossível escrever algo sem um mínimo de planejamento, e se você é como eu, deve ter feito algum até o momento. Agora é quando pegamos esse planejamento e começamos a encaixar em capítulos. Ou você faz um roteiro com cada cena que vai estar em cada capítulo (ou nos próximos capítulos) ou você define o que irá acontecer neles.
Um bom exemplo é a história que estou escrevendo, o primeiro capítulo é a minha introdução, de mundo, protagonista, mentalidade, status quo, dificuldades e as pessoas em volta do meu protagonista. O segundo geralmente é o início obstáculo/dificuldade e aquele personagem ou conflito que vai fazer meu protagonista querer mudar algo ou querer algo.
Assim, fica bem mais fácil, não? Eu posso usar a mesma técnica para tudo o que eu escrevo, quebrando o enredo em partes menores, mas raramente a história fica parecida com outras que escrevi, já que o importante é a situação em que o personagem se encontra. Na minha história o protagonista é despedido e está buscando um novo emprego, encontrando uma vaga de babá e a partir disso o enredo começa a se desenrolar. Não precisa ser nada complexo, algo a se prestar atenção é como você escreve suas cenas e se elas passam a emoção necessária.
Se concentre na Introdução
Nesse ponto, eu gostaria dar uma ênfase maior para os primeiros capítulos da sua história. Sei que todos conhecem a jornada do herói, e eu nem sempre sigo essa técnica, embora eu sempre use algumas partes dela. Uma introdução bem feita é o aspecto mais importante. Na verdade, uma primeira cena bem feita é a sugestão mais importante que eu poderia dar. Se eu não gostar da primeira cena ou se ela se parecer com algo que eu já li antes, palavra por palavra, é possível que eu largue o livro no mesmo momento. Agora, se eu me divertir ou se me chamar a atenção, é garantia que eu vá lê-lo até o final. Curiosidade é a alma do negócio, e da literatura também.
Nesse post não vou dizer as possibilidades de como escrever uma primeira cena, porque temos alguns posts no blog sobre o assunto. Também temos sobre estruturas narrativas e sobre as cenas bases também. Então, seria interessante se você desse uma olhada nos outros posts do blog. E claro, outra boa sugestão é manter uma rotina de escrita e de leitura. Quem não lê, não conhece seu próprio nicho e não conhece as possibilidades que existem para tal tipo de enredo, e também não conhece muito bem a gramática ou combinações de orações, frases e parágrafos, e quem não escreve com frequência, provavelmente não terá muita prática em desenvolver enredos interessantes.
Essas foram as sugestões para quem está querendo começar a escrever e quer voltar a escrever, não são todas as sugestões, mas por enquanto, ficamos por aqui. Se você tiver alguma dúvida ou gostaria de saber de algo específico, não hesite em me mandar uma pergunta.
Olá, como vai? No post de hoje veremos algumas formas de iniciarmos nossas histórias.
Sempre gostei de me aventurar em desafios criativos e me focar em aspectos que chamasse minha atenção para o lado mais emocional de uma história. É por isso que hoje veremos alguns desses exemplos.
Writing prompts
Uma forma de nunca ficar sem ideias são os writing prompts ou os desafios criativos, seja lá como você gosta de chamar. Há vários tipos espalhados na internet na forma de sugestões que vão desde palavras soltas até sentenças e conceitos complexos. Meu preferido é a escrita livre, é claro. Pego um conceito ou trope interessante e uso meus personagens favoritos, ou ao menos, personagens que fariam sentido para o tipo de história sugerido. Um bom exemplo é o trope colegial. Sobre o que você gostaria de escrever? Uma líder de torcida? O jogador de basquete? O garoto inteligente e excluído? Um professor exausto? Sempre haverá algo que pode criar uma identificação conosco, e se tem identificação, é provavelmente que uma história novinha esteja pronta para vir ao mundo.
Um diário
A maneira mais fácil de se ter ideias é registrar o que acontece a seu redor. Não tem jeito, especialmente se você gosta de enredos com o pé no chão, começar a anotar suas experiências é o primeiro passo para criar histórias. Essa ação nos permite praticar a escrita e também nos ajuda a nos expressarmos sem filtros, a fim de encontrar nossa voz na escrita. Com o tempo entendemos nossas preferências. 1ª ou 3ª pessoa? Narrador Onipresente ou personagem? Certas palavras também, temos tendencias de usar algumas específicas e até como construímos nossos textos. E isso só é possível quando praticamos.
Mas, claro, se você não souber sobre o que escrever, pense em algo que tenho acontecido, vale situações que você tenha visto em uma notícia, um momento especial e incomum, algo que tenha te surpreendido, uma conversa com um amigo, recordações emocionais, como seu primeiro dia no colégio, a morte de um ente querido, a primeira paixão, até uma cena de livro que tenha ficado em sua cabeça ou uma música que te faz imaginar uma nova situação é interessante.
Transforme em algo diferente
Esse é um bom exercício de escrita. Pegue um livro, uma música ou até um acontecimento que você testemunhou e tentei imaginar um resultado diferente, se perguntando “e se?”, e se acontecesse um terremoto na sua cidade? E se você tivesse mantido contato com aquele colega do colégio? E se sua mãe tivesse casado com uma pessoa diferente?
Uma cena
Pegue uma cena qualquer e imagine o que viria a seguir, mude os personagens e ambientação e apenas escreva o que vier a mente.
Descrições
Comece sua história pela descrição de onde o personagem se encontra. Uma floresta, um colégio, o quarto dele? A partir daí desenvolva seu enredo.
Espero que esse texto tenha te ajudado a ser mais criativo! Te vejo em uma próxima vez.
It shouldn't be that hard: you simply need to sit down, and type. In fact, you are already sitting down. But you are scrolling down on Tumblr, once again, reading about your mutual's amazing works, and their compelling plots, and their amazing characters, and- You stop. No, you promised yourself you would work on your project today. It excites you, you have had it itching on your mind while you were busy, and now that you are free, alone in your room and with the whole afternoon for yourself, you can finally scratch that itch.
You quit Tumblr. The calendar Widget accuses you, looking at you with all the tasks that are still marked red throughout the week, a parade of errands, deadlines, and appointments that stretch along the month. Feeling your anxiety kick in, you make sure nothing is as urgent as to keep you distracted today. Nothing is. Except maybe that hang out with your friends this Saturday: you still haven't checked the public transport schedule. Quickly, you type your destination and calculate which is the best bus to take. Most options are good enough, but you opt for the one that will let you eat peacefully and still catch the bus with no hurry. Having decided, you get into your friend's group chat and let them know you will be there at 15:30. When the new message makes the others move, you notice how old your wallpaper is. It annoys you.
You slip into your Photo Album and scroll around in search of a new wallpaper. Nothing convinces you. Most are too bright for your liking, and not very aesthetic. Pinterest is the solution. Your recommended page catches your eye for a second, but you power through because you have already lost enough time, and you are here on a quest. Or you would be, if not for the fact you just found a picture that just summarized the feeling of your project in a single image. You save it to your pin board, and a tiny lightbulb lights up in your mind. You could craft a moodboard. The image you found is perfect, you may be able to put something together. There were these pictures at the beginning of the board that could look amazing in the corners. Maybe downloading them and heading over to PicsArt will do the trick.
It looks great after some mingling. You choose pics, delete others, and manage to put together a moodboard you are very proud of. So you head over to Tumblr to post it, format the post to look amazing and spend some time tagging funny quotes. You wonder if you should add more Easter Eggs, but after reflecting on it, you post it as it is. Then, you check your feed to make sure you aren't missing anything, and find out your favourite mutual just published an excerpt. After reading it, a plot bunny is born in your head. You are not sure of the logistics, though, so you open a new tab in Google and do a little research. Just a little, because your current project mustn't be overridden by this new idea. In fact, weren't you supposed to be writing right now?
You go back to your home screen and slide into Spotify to choose some music. If you are going to write, you need to set the mood, of course. Now, what would be the best playlist? A scary one for that tension scene you've been eager to write? Suggestive since the main character and the love interest are about to confess to each other? Maybe just some chill music to drown the background noise. That would be the best. Now that you have the music, you have to find the position because your back is killing you from being lying down all day.
A notification catches your attention: your friends are confirming they are up to hanging out on Saturday. You get in to send a "hahaha". Then you start the song again because this tiny distraction disrupted the flow. And now, now! Now you can begin writing.
You open your story and reread your last paragraph. And you remember why you stopped last time: you were supposed to find a name for this new character. You stopped writing because no name you thought about encapsulated the essence of this new person who randomly decided to appear in your project. The imactivity causes the screen to go black.
It's obvious: you are not in control anymore, up to the point that this project is taking a toll on you. But, oh, all your Tumblr friends, all these amazing stories you read... they do seem to know what they are doing. Unlike you, they do write, because they do know how to, and they are good at it. And, meanwhile, here you are, unable to get a single word down even though you are craving to do it.
Maybe you simply have to learn from them, pick up the clues they leave, and study how they build their chapters. Maybe you have to read a lot more. That's it. That's what you have to do.
Still going with the same title, for now. More story and direction in the next part, but for now, some context clues and lots of giant/tiny interaction!
Content warnings in tags.
It was a quiet night. In the desolate forests of the north, where a single road snaked through the dense conifers, an unusual pair dozed off together.
Stretched out across the cold ground, Sky’s titanic form laid still, nearly completely motionless save for the swelling of his chest as he breathed, warm puffs of air swirling from his nostrils. In his hands lay Lark, the human, abandoned by her own kind.
She slept curled up in the giant’s palm, who held her close to his face as they slept. It was an exhausting and eventful night, and the quiet dawn was a small comfort in the midst of a war.
Sky was the first to awaken. While he was accustomed to sleeping, his instincts woke him up to check on the tiny little thing sleeping in his hand. Blue eyes blinked awake and darted down to his curled fingers, wherein Lark slept quietly.
Sky breathed a sigh of relief and slowly rose up, cradling the human’s small form in his fingers. He sat up and cupped his hands in front of his face and examined Lark, watching for a few moments for any sign of stirring. When she continued sleeping, the titan decided to let her doze for a little longer. He leaned back against a sturdy pine, his massive form straining and creaking the branches and trunk. Even sitting, the top of his head nearly cleared the top of the trees.
The titan sighed, glancing around the surrounding forest. They had settled down not far from where he found Lark by the side of the forest road. This area was not safe in the daytime, as there were likely to be traveling scouts. Sky, being 130 feet tall, stood high above the treeline, his huge frame visible for miles. It was best to lay low until it was time to move.
Some time passed. Lark was finally starting to stir, waking up dreamily in the giant hands of a titan. She blinked herself awake and rolled over, bumping into Sky’s fingers, which curled protectively on top of her. Lark laid still for a moment, remembering quickly that she and Sky were something of a team now. Confined in the giant’s hand was a comfort for her, not something to fear.
Lark reached up and placed her hand on the tip of Sky’s index finger, giving it a few pats. Sure enough, Sky looked down and stretched open his hand, seeing the smiling face of his tiny companion looking up at him.
“Why, good morning.” Sky rumbled, his solemn face softening into a warm smile as he looked down at his hands resting in his lap.
“Mmm… morning.” Lark replied sleepily, stretching out her limbs as Sky stretched out his fingers. She peered up at the giant’s face, partially obscured by his chest.
“I hope you slept well. It’s been quiet so far out here.” Sky said as he scanned the area again.
“I slept pretty good! What’s the plan for today?” Lark asked up at the titan.
“You know… I’m too hungry to think straight.” Sky rumbled as he shifted uncomfortably against the creaking pine. As if on cue, the giant’s stomach groaned, the sound sending shivers down Lark’s spine.
“Oh… of course…” Lark said quietly as she instinctively gripped Sky’s fingers tightly. The two had such a nice night together, it made her forget that she was in the hands of a man-eating giant. She already narrowly avoided getting eaten by him, not once, but twice.
“Mmm… it’s too bad nobody’s come around yet this morning.” Sky sighed as he leaned his head back and licked his lips. “Although…” He then glanced down at Lark and lifted her up closer to his face.
Lark couldn’t help but stiffen up as Sky stared at her as he mentioned, not very subtly, eating humans.
“Hey, I don’t mean you.” The giant laughed as he noticed the concerned expression on his tiny companion’s face.
“I… am not okay with the idea of anyone being eaten, Sky.” Lark said as she averted her gaze from the giant’s. “I know it’s how you sustain yourself, but… I don’t know… there’s gotta be other options.”
“Well, sure…” Sky rumbled as he brought Lark even closer to his face to speak. “I can’t expect you to be okay with it. Hmm.” The giant glanced around the quiet glade. Part of him was hoping for another convoy of humans to pass by, but how could he capture them now that he had Lark to fret about?
“No, but… I don’t want you to starve, either.” Lark said as she noticed that Sky was holding her closer and closer to his huge face. “I just… wish I could help you, somehow. But there’s no way one human could cook enough food for a titan.” The woman sighed in defeat as she leaned back against Sky’s fingers.
“Yeah. Maybe if humans weren’t so scared of me, we could help each other instead, huh.” The giant chuckled. It was because of fear that the war against titans started, after all. The two races have never known peace.
“Don’t worry though, Lark. I won’t eat anyone with you around.” Sky nodded as he leaned forward and started to stand to his full height.
“R-really? But…” Lark stammered as she put her arms out to brace herself as the giant’s hand rocked her with his rising movements.
“It’s no problem.” He lied. Ignoring the pang in his abdomen, Sky glanced around, his head and chest rising about the treeline. Among the conifers were various deciduous trees. The giant reached out with a massive hand and plucked a heavy branch off of a large maple, and proceeded to chew on it, stripping the leaves with his teeth and crunching down on the woody part with ease.
Lark watched in shock as the titan snacked on a plain branch of leaves and twigs. Not only did he chow down on the tender leaves, but on the bark and pulp of the wood. His enormous teeth made short work of the branch, and Sky reached over without a word and yanked off another branch, eating it in the same manner as the first. He made a face that showed pleasant surprise as he chewed on the tough, rather inedible substance.
“Is that… good?” Lark asked as she stared upwards at the hungry giant from his free hand.
“Yeah, actually.” Sky swallowed and continued eating. “It’s sweet.”
“What else do titans eat?” Lark asked curiously, still amazed how Sky made an entire tree seem edible.
“You know. I don’t think we have a specific diet… I’ve eaten all sorts of things.” Sky mumbled as he crunched down. “I don’t know if you know this, but our history is pretty unknown. Not even other titans know where we came from or what our purpose is.”
“I know that titans appeared out of nowhere a while ago…” The human replied as she glanced at Sky’s towering form. She never imagined that she would be in this situation, huddled up in the middle of a giant man’s palm. Yet here she was, after spending the night with him, no less.
“Mhm, some came from the earth, some from the mountains, even the seas.” The giant said as he looked up at the sky thoughtfully, a leafy branch hanging out of his lips. “I woke up in a meteor so… hmm.”
Sky stopped chewing and stared down at Lark suddenly. His face became serious.
“Does that make me an alien?” He said, without a hint of irony in his voice.
Yet, as Lark gazed up at his intense, glowing blue irises, she glanced down at her lap.
“I… maybe? Huh…” She muttered. “Meteors come from space… UFOs come from space…”
“I’m a god damn alien.” Sky retorted as he loudly bit down on a thick maple branch. He chewed a few times before chuckling and holding Lark up to his face. “Anyways, are you hungry, Lark? Thirsty? Sorry, I should have asked sooner. I can’t think straight on an empty stomach.” The giant said gently as he gazed at the tiny woman sitting cross-legged in his palm.
Lark stared back at him, wide-eyed, in the face of a giant man who moved on quite fast after declaring himself extra-terrestrial. Though, as soon as he asked her that, she blinked and nodded at him.
“...I am, actually. But I don’t think I can eat what you’re eating.” She giggled.
“What, you’re telling me you can’t bite down on this solid hunk of wood?” Sky rumbled in amusement as he leaned over and snapped off the top of the tree, biting into it with a loud crunch.
Lark smiled and shook her head, rather enamored by the titan’s jaws. “I’m just a little human!” She giggled. “Anyways, don’t worry about me too much, Sky. Food has been hard to come by for us for a long time, too.”
“But you’re so little… there should be plenty, no?” Sky mused as he chewed, peering curiously down at the woman in his palm.
“We’re in a war, remember?” Lark sighed, laying back in Sky’s hand. It was so easy to forget, being in the hands of the enemy… literally.
“Oh yeah… so where’s all the food then? Hoarded?” The giant asked.
“Probably. By the rich, people who have stocked up, overpriced grocery stores...” Lark shrugged.
“Then that’s where we’ll go.” Sky nodded as he finished off the last of his woody snack and stood up, scanning the horizon.
“Go? Go where?” Lark squeaked as she was rocked about by the giant’s stance. She peeked out through Sky’s protective fingers at the landscape, so small in comparison to her living perch.
“To the ‘store’.” The giant smiled as he took one thunderous step, then another. Each step in his massive stride carried them swiftly through the forest. Sky held the woman close to his chest as he walked, securing her firmly.
“Wh-what? You can’t just… you’re not going to just, steal, are you?” Lark gasped as she was positioned comfortably against the broad chest of the giant.
“If I recall correctly, you are a bit of a thief, yourself.” Sky chuckled, glancing down at the woman in his hands.
“I-I am a lot more small and discreet than you are! Everyone will suspect Mr. Giant if he smashes a hole in a building and swoops a massive handful.” Lark said shakily as the wind whipped around her. Sky’s enormous stride made short work of the ground, easily going as fast as a car even at a walking pace.
“Aww, I like that. Mr. Giant.” Sky boomed as his towering body pushed through trees and branches, snapping them with loud cracks as his arms and legs brushed past. “Don’t worry, I know a certain outpost that would be happy to lend us some supplies.” His lips curved into a mischievous grin.
Lark stared up at the giant’s face incredulously. “You mean…”
“Yup. The very group of humans that left you.” Sky winked down at Lark. “They owe us big time.”
Lark instinctively gripped Sky’s hand tighter. It was true that the group she was with left her in the woods alone last night to fend for herself after encountering Sky. But was it really a wise decision to incite them further by breaking into the camp?
“Sky… I… really don’t need much. I’m not very big.” Lark said timidly as the two of them quickly approached the location of the camp.
“Don’t worry yourself so much. Just sit back and let Mr. Giant handle it.” Sky rumbled as he unzipped his jacket’s breast pocket and lifted Lark towards the opening. Before she could protest, Sky tilted his palm and slid her neatly inside.
“Sky!-” She squeaked as she was enveloped in his warm, roomy pocket. She slid down past the zipper and into the bottom of the fabric-lined pocket, where it was dark but not completely. The giant’s hand patted her a few times from the outside, pressing her against his chest before those same fingers pulled the zipper shut- except for a small crack, enough for Lark to peek out of if she so chose.
With his hands free, the titan smirked as he planted his boots in the ground and cracked his knuckles. The outpost was just ahead, in a clearing in the trees. Just beside it was a wooden watchtower, unsurprisingly alerted to his presence. Sky moved towards the tower first.
“Titan! Titan here!!” The man in the watchtower yelled into his radio as Sky approached. With just a few steps, he closed the distance, and bent down so that his face was level with the human’s.
“Great observation.” Sky smiled, and the man at the top of the tower froze. Face to face with a titan, his first instinct was to reach for his rifle slung across his back. As he fumbled for the strap, Sky wasted no time in sticking his fingers inside and pinching the man between his index and middle fingers.
The man screamed as he was lifted out of the tower, held precariously in front of Sky’s face. The titan’s first instinct was to drop him into his mouth, but as he parted his lips, he remembered his promise to Lark.
“Ahh. Darn.” He said in annoyance, then kicked the base of the tower with his boot, sending the entire structure crumbling to the ground with a loud crash. He then looked to the captured human in his hand, sighed, and held him upside-down until all of his weapons and tools fell and clattered to the ground.
“Hang in there, will ya?” Sky muttered as he reached out and dropped the man onto a leafy branch, leaving him to hold onto it for dear life.
With the guard taken care of, Sky then turned his attention towards the main camp. Surely enough, they were already clamoring about, alerted to his presence. The titan merely strode in, parting trees like wheat stalks, planting his enormous boots in the ground as he surveyed the structures.
There were several buildings and tents, parked vehicles, and what appeared to be a storage shed, all placed rather haphazardly in the middle of a clearing in the woods. A few voices shouted from between the buildings as they ran inside, desperate to find cover from the colossal invader.
Sky smiled as he looked down on the frantic group, shifting his weight on his feet as he observed that most of the group was not here. Only a few stragglers remained while the rest of the humans had already gone off in their vehicles for the day. This couldn’t have been easier.
“You all better stay where you are.” The giant rumbled as he crouched down and peered more closely at each structure. At his size, it was difficult to look inside the tiny windows of the makeshift buildings and sheds.
As Sky bent down, Lark shifted in his breast pocket. The change of gravity made her flail as instead of being snug against the man’s body, she was sagging into the fabric underneath her. Peeking her head out, she immediately recognized the place, and realized, thankfully, that Sky was being rather careful with how he was handling the campsite.
“What are you looking for?” She asked Sky breathlessly as she held onto the teeth of the zipper surrounding her head.
Sky glanced down at the tiny face of Lark poking out of his jacket. He gestured with his large hands at the buildings surrounding them. “Which one has supplies? Or better yet, your belongings?”
“Th-that one, that’s where my stuff is-” Lark pointed towards one of the buildings, her tiny hand barely visible to Sky as he glanced down at her. He peered at her, glancing from the building and back to her. He was fairly certain that he knew which one, but he wanted to be sure.
“You, c’mere.” The giant growled as he reached around the back of a shed, where he saw a human hide behind previously. His enormous fingers wrapped around the sneak, who shrieked as he was caught.
Sky brought the loud little human to his face and looked him over. “Oww, oww!” He cried, squirming between the giant’s thumb and forefinger.
“I’m not hurting you. Relax… I just want you to fetch something for me.” Sky said as he loosened his grip on the man even more so, and yet the man only howled more.
“As if I’ll do shit for you! After I almost got eaten… wait, that blue mouth… it was YOU!” The man shouted as he pointed his finger at Sky’s puzzled face.
“Me? Oh, were you in the jeep last night?” Sky chuckled, peering at Devon even closer.
“You ASSHOLE! You broke several ribs when you pulled me out of it! I’ll kill you, let me go!!” The distraught man shouted, and yet Sky’s hand merely closed around him, trapping him even more securely.
“Hey now, keep shouting like that, and I just might finish the job.” Sky said lowly as he brought Devon up close to his right eye. “However… I need you to fetch some things for me. You know, for the one you all left behind.”
“Did you hear me? I said I’m not doing shit for you!” The man barked as he pushed and shoved against Sky’s fingers.
“It’s not for me. It’s for Lark.” Sky uttered as he started to tighten his grip on Devon.
“Lark? She’s still around? With you, no doubt, that traitor!” The man shouted.
Sky sighed, then shifted back onto his knees, kneeling tall on the ground as he angled his head back and dangled Devon above him. His piercing blue eyes stared upwards at the writhing, stubborn little man above his face.
“You know, it’s courteous to hand people their things before tossing them out in the wilderness alone.” The titan rumbled as Devon’s hazel eyes grew wide at the sight below him. Sky’s face filled his vision, eyes burning with contempt. It was all so familiar to Devon, who was almost met with a wet grave in the mouth of this very giant.
“I told Lark I wouldn’t eat people with her around… but I don’t think you really count.” Sky rumbled as he parted his lips and drew his blue tongue along the top of them.
“Wait… okay, wait! I-I don’t want to get eaten so… I’m sorry, please!” Devon cried as his chest burned with pain, pinched between the giant’s fingers, dangling precariously above Sky’s hungry jaws. “I’ll do what you ask… just put me down!”
Sky’s eyes burned into Devon’s for a moment. Lark huddled up inside Sky’s breast pocket, anticipating the horrifying sounds of her ex-comrade getting devoured whole while she curled up helplessly in the darkness.
Sky relented, and bent down, placing Devon onto the ground. He then reared back up and pointed his enormous finger at the whimpering man.
“Collect Lark’s things, along with extra supplies. You got 10 minutes.” The titan boomed as he voiced his commands.
Devon stared at the giant’s fingertip, wider than his own head, then clutched his sides. He spun around in place and marched off towards the inner encampment, where he disappeared in one of the buildings. Twice now, he escaped the jaws of death, only thanks to the traitor. He couldn’t understand why the titan was favoring Lark, but he was in no position to demand answers anymore.
As the injured man went off to fulfill the titan’s request, Sky sat back and watched, observing the barren encampment. A couple humans darted in the windows here and there, but all was silent otherwise. The giant grabbed his chest zipper and pulled it open, peeking down into the pocket where Lark was.
“I’d say this is going on smoothly. Do you need anything else while we’re here?” Sky asked his timid little friend.
“I couldn’t possibly ask for more… um… thank you for doing this, and for sparing Devon’s life, again.” Lark said as she placed a hand on her fluttering chest as she stared up at the opening in the enormous pocket.
“No problem. These people owe you for how they treated you, and well, he’s more useful this way. I can’t exactly pick out such tiny little objects with these hands.” Sky rumbled as he held his hands out, partially gloved.
Lark smiled shyly and pulled herself up, peeking out of the pocket from the zipper’s teeth. Her encampment, all too familiar, looked so small and meaningless from Sky’s chest. As she glanced at the giant’s hands held out, his shadow cast over the buildings below, and the immense girth of his limbs, she felt only incredibly, absolutely, small. Nothing more than an accessory on his outfit, like an adorable adornment peeking out of his breast pocket. She sunk lower between the zipper.
Devon finally emerged from the doorway below, carrying a duffel bag stuffed with various things. The man groaned as he dragged it along the ground, the pain in his ribs too great to carry much weight.
“Here. All of her things, plus some rations.” Devon grunted as he used his foot to push the bag towards the towering titan, who glanced at him with scrutiny.
“Thanks.” Sky said as he reached out and plucked the bag off the ground between his fingers. He brought it to his face and examined it, then placed it back in front of Devon. “Open it, I want to see what’s inside.”
“C’mon, really? I just stuffed everything in there…” the dark-haired human groaned, and Sky raised an eyebrow at him.
“You think I trust you not to sneak something dangerous in there? Open it.” The giant rumbled.
Devon grimaced, standing in the shadow of the titan. He couldn’t stand looking up at him, forced to comply with his demands. If only the rest of his group were here, with their weapons and vehicles. At least then he’d have a chance of getting away.
With one arm holding his ribs, Devon crouched down and unzipped the bag, pulling each item out in view of the giant. Once everything was unpacked, Sky looked everything over, nodding with approval. He then placed his hand flat on the ground in front of the pile of belongings.
“Looks good. Just put everything in my hand, we’ll sort it later.” The giant said as he crouched down low to allow his hand to lay flat, palm facing upwards.
Devon grumbled as he bent down painfully and tossed each object into the giant’s outstretched palm. He glanced up occasionally, seeing the watchful blue eyes of the titan, as well as the timid little face of Lark as she peeked out of Sky’s pocket. The man seethed, yet obeyed.
“Much obliged, little guy.” Sky winked as he cupped everything in his hand and stood up, towering over the quiet encampment, leaving Devon standing in the middle to contemplate the giant’s comment with great disdain.
As Sky turned to leave, he remembered the guard that was in the tower, whom he hung from a branch. With his free hand, he approached the tree and peeked between the leaves and branches, eyeing the poor man clinging to the tree 70 feet above the ground.
“Want some help?” Sky chuckled, holding his hand out underneath him.
“I… I don’t wanna be stuck up here!” The guard said shakily, looking down at the giant’s broad hand. There was only so much time before his arms gave out.
Sky curled his fingers around the guard and snapped the branch as he pulled away, securing the human inside of his fist. He held him for a moment, feeling his warmth against his fingers. So small, weightless. The giant’s fingers uncurled slowly, and the guard stared up at him, motionless.
The titan was overcome with an unusual wave of sympathy for the tiny man. The way he looked in his hand, completely vulnerable, helpless. Any other time, Sky would have eaten him without hesitation. And yet… this human did nothing to warrant such an end.
Lark peeked out of the zipper, seeing the guard in Sky’s right hand. She recognized him as Clay, one of her group members.
Soon enough, Sky let out a sigh. He crouched down and placed his hand on the ground, letting Clay climb off.
“Sorry. Hope your ribs aren’t broken.” He rumbled as he stood up and stepped away, disappearing through the trees and leaving nothing but giant boot prints in the grass. Clay stood there watching, then touched his ribs painlessly.
As Sky walked, he clutched the collection of tiny belongings in his hand. Once they were far enough from the encampment, he stopped and let out a long breath.
“How are you holding up, Lark?” Sky asked gently down to his pocketed companion.
Lark peeked her head out and looked up at the giant. “I’m fine, um, thanks again for this…”
“It’s no problem. Let’s sort through this stuff.” Sky said as he lowered his enormous body and sat cross-legged on the cool ground. Once settled, he fully unzipped his breast pocket and reached in, pinching Lark between his fingers and removing her from the fabric confines.
Sky set Lark in his left palm, in the middle of her belongings strewn about. She looked at everything, recognizing most of her stuff with some random bits and bobs thrown in there. Devon was not thorough, but this was more than what she expected from him.
“Looks like everything’s here!” Lark said cheerfully as she sat in Sky’s palm and started putting things in the bag. Sky smiled and held his palm steady, watching her pack. All of her tiny little articles of clothing, snacks, and tools looked like colorful flakes in his enormous hand.
Lark caught sight of the giant watching her, and met his gaze. His expression was serene, as if he was completely content in seeing her do something as mundane as packing a duffel bag.
“Sky… can I ask you a question?” Lark asked timidly up at the gentle giant, who nodded.
“Of course.” He said eagerly.
“Why did you spare everyone? You’re a huge, terrifying man that eats humans like me. It would have been so easy for you to just...” Lark clutched her bundle of clothes close to her and averted her gaze, curling up in the giant’s palm.
Sky fell silent and dropped his gaze in thought. He could feel his tiny companion’s faint weight upon his upturned palm.
“I don’t know. It’s strange. I have this gnawing pain in my gut, even after eating the whole tree.” He said quietly. “But… you all are just so small, there’s no way you could fill me up. I don’t want to eat you, but my stomach is saying otherwise. It doesn’t make sense.”
Lark looked up at Sky’s face, which fell solemn. She put down her clothes and crawled forward on his palm, placing her little hands against them reassuringly.
“Well, I guess being hungry all the time might make you feel desperate. Like when you wanted to eat me…” She laughed uncomfortably, remembering how she literally fell into his mouth when they first met. “But you should be full after eating, right?”
“Yeah, that’s the thing, though. I get these… pangs in my gut. And then I can only think about eating one thing. Sometimes it’s humans, sometimes it’s clay or gravel or even metal.” The giant sighed as he placed his right hand on his stomach.
“...metal?” Lark asked incredulously.
“Yes.” Sky said through a grimace. His belly felt like it was tying itself in knots. “I guess it wasn’t happy with the tree.”
“… you should not be eating trees! And gravel! Sky…” Lark gasped as she gripped the giant’s glove under her.
“Well, normally I don’t get sick if I eat those things…” Sky said with a blush. “I’ve eaten plenty of trees. But today is just not a tree day.” He chuckled as he slowly laid on his back with a groan, resting his left hand on the ground along with Lark and her belongings.
Lark glanced at her things strewn about the giant’s hand, and decided to quickly stuff everything away before attempting to climb up closer to Sky’s face. His enormous body sank heavily into the grass, while the giant closed his eyes and rubbed his belly painfully.
“Are you going to be okay, Sky?” Lark asked as she carefully walked up along Sky’s forearm. Sky grunted in response, keeping still as his tiny companion resorted to scaling him.
“Yeah. I’m tough.” He chuckled, opening one eye and peering over towards his shoulder, where Lark’s tiny head appeared over the curve of his chest. “Where are you going, hm?”
“Oh, um, do you not want me to climb you?” Lark suddenly felt silly, having invited herself up on the giant’s body without permission. But her fears were dashed when Sky helped her up onto his chest by lifting his arm up, pushing her right onto his left breast.
“Just be safe about it, that’s all.” Sky smiled as he lifted his massive head up to see the tiny woman standing on his chest. She looked so out of place, as if she didn’t plan on what to do once she did get on top of the mountain.
Lark crouched down on Sky’s chest, hearing the rumble of his breaths and the pounding of his heart just below her. She glanced behind her, where the rest of his body lay outstretched, so wide.
“Your poor tummy.” Lark said as she watched Sky’s giant hand slowly rub up and down on his middle. “I can’t believe what you put in there.”
“If you’re so concerned, you can rub it from the inside.” Sky said cheekily, and Lark stared at him in shock.
“Noo!” She squeaked, and the giant giggled in response.
“I’m kidding, c’mon.” Sky smiled as he reached up and gave the top of her head a careful, gentle pat. “But don’t worry, I can handle eating things that humans can’t. Just part of being a titan.”
Lark closed her eyes as the pad of Sky’s finger touched her blonde hair. The force of his touch combined with his soft chest underneath her made her fall back on her rear with a gasp.
“If you say so…” She said quietly in response as she glanced around her. The giant’s massive chest and jacket surrounded her, and suddenly she felt safer than ever before. It was like nothing in the world could get to her now.
“Are you going to lay here for a while, you think?” Lark asked, glancing towards Sky’s head, which was laid back on the ground while he rubbed his belly.
“I think so. Why?” Sky asked in response, lifting his head up slightly so he could peek at the little woman on his chest.
“Uh, I dunno, I kinda want to sort through my things and get a snack from my bag… um, if that’s alright.” She said as she fiddled with her fingers, glancing at the giant’s peering blue eyes.
“You just want to stay on top of me, huh?” Sky rumbled with a smile.
“I was trying to avoid saying it that way…” Lark sighed.
“Aww. You like being on my chest.” The giant chuckled as he reached over on his left side and fumbled around for Lark’s duffel bag.
“It’s new, okay? I’ve been in your hand for the most part… this is a lot more stable.” The human said as she placed her hands on both side of her and patted the giant’s coat.
“Well, who am I to deny you a comfortable rest? Stay as long as you like.” The titan smiled as he produced her bag, bringing it up to his chest and setting it beside her.
Lark smiled sheepishly at the titan’s welcoming gesture. She reached over and rummaged in her bag for a granola bar, then laid back on Sky’s broad chest.
Sky glanced down at her, a tiny little thing laid out on his left breast. Her entire body rose and fell with every breath in his lungs.
“Come closer.” Sky said, peering down at her. The woman sat up and looked at him quizzically.
“I’m literally on top of you…” Lark responded, to which Sky brought his right hand up to his bare neck and patted it invitingly with a knowing smirk.
“No, closer. Don’t be shy.” The titan rumbled as he stretched his neck out, exposing his warm skin.
Lark stared at his neck and jaw from her perch on the giant man’s chest nervously. It was one thing to rest on his clothed chest, but for him to invite her to his bare neck…
The shy woman touched her arms, remembering the embrace of the titan’s lips the night before. It felt like a dream, a wonderful one. Perhaps, to Lark, the concept of a giant truly loving a human was just too unheard of for her to accept it fully.
And yet, she found herself rising up with a wobbly gait, shoes sinking into the giant’s chest as she scaled it, making her way along the man’s oversized zipper.
Sky laid still, calmly breathing as her little feet tread gingerly up his pectorals. It almost tickled him, sending small shivers up his neck. He thought about helping her up, grasping her and lifting her to his neck, but he was patient. It was intriguing to him, being so large that his body was like a mountain she was climbing, and every little movement of hers was transmitted to his senses.
“Almost there…” The titan rumbled as she grasped the edges of his jacket collar. He dared not to move his head now, for fear of shaking her.
Lark stood in place, fingers curled around a single tooth of the giant’s jacket zipper. Before her was the muscular, wide neck of the giant. Sky’s massive body was like a whole world in itself, and she was merely glimpsing a portion of it across her entire vision.
“I don’t suppose there’s a certain way you want me to do this?” The woman squeaked, touching her fingers to her breasts. This was all so new to her, she didn’t want to embarrass herself with the giant anticipating her every touch.
“Whatever you want.” Sky smiled, unable to see Lark as she stood on his collarbone. “It’s warm, you’ll see.”
With a final exhale, Lark let go of the zipper and stumbled forwards, stepping directly on the giant’s soft throat. Her feet sunk into his neck and she immediately lost balance and fell forwards, clinging to Sky’s larynx.
Lark froze for a moment, hearing the rush of the titan’s breaths through his throat beneath her. The sound was like a distant waterfall, deep and droning. She giggled and pressed her cheek into Sky’s bare skin, her body finding itself quite comfortable in the crook of his neck.
“Ah…” Sky said softly, and Lark’s eyes widened as his voice rumbled in his throat. “Interesting choice.”
“What?” Lark responded questioningly.
“Oh, well, if you want to stay there it’s fine. But you might have a hard time napping. You’ll get bumped every now and then.” Sky said softly, bringing his hand up to his neck and brushing his fingertips against the woman’s legs.
“Bumped?” Lark asked again, glancing up at the bottom of the giant’s jaw from her position on his throat.
Sky merely tilted his head back slightly and swallowed, sending his larynx up towards his jaw and back down along his neck. The protrusion slid down against Lark’s body, which indeed bumped into her rather quickly.
“Ah. I see now.” Lark said as she became acutely aware of the sound of the giant’s wet gullet. She planted her palms against his skin and pushed herself down his neck, settling into his soft, lower throat.
“Sorry.” Sky chuckled as he himself settled in the grass, glancing up at the clouds. The pain in his stomach persisted, but it was easier to ignore when he had Lark to snuggle with. Though, as he swirled his tongue in his mouth, he remembered the way that she tasted.
“It’s okay, you can’t help it.” Lark said as she snuggled into the giant’s neck, pressing her face and hands against his warm skin. Sky was right, this was a lot warmer than the surface of his jacket.
The two laid together for a while, just enjoying each other’s company in the quiet forest. Moments like these made it easy to forget about the turmoil the world was in, with everyone in arms against each other. Humans against humans, humans against titans. It was rare to come across such peace.
“I want this war to end.” Sky said suddenly, staring up at the clouds. “It’s pointless. It will just keep going until something is done. But I know other titans don’t feel the same way.”
Lark glanced up towards the giant’s face as he spoke, hearing mostly a deep rumble in his neck.
“Why is that? Have you met other titans?” She asked.
“A few. They’re all the same. Merciless, gluttonous. I suppose I was that way too, before I met you.” Sky rumbled as he reached up to his neck and touched his fingertip to Lark’s body.
“Mmm. They’re scary.” Lark said quietly, shifting under the giant’s touch.
“I’ll protect you though, Lark. Don’t worry.” The titan declared as he pressed his fingertip against the woman’s tiny form, keeping her pinned against his neck as he sat up and crossed his legs.
Sky pinched Lark between his fingers and lifted her up to his face, smiling at her warmly. His blue eyes danced as he examined her adorable little face looking up at him.
“You’re so darn cute.” The giant huffed as he pushed his nose against the front of her body.
Lark blushed, placing her palms on Sky’s nose as she looked deep into his eye.
“I-I’m glad you think so.” She replied softly, feeling her cheeks warm from the attention the titan was giving her.
“Mmm… I can’t let anyone else get a hold of you y’know.” Sky rumbled as he angled his tiny companion above his face, gently but firmly gripping her waist between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes glowed with delight at Lark’s worried expression.
“What do you mean?” She asked, staring down at Sky’s enormous face. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, like the giant was up to something.
“Well, simple! I’ll just have to eat you before another titan does.” Sky winked before slowly opening his pale blue mouth, directly below Lark’s dangling feet.
“Oh, no… no, Sky.” Lark tucked her legs in as his lips curled around his massive teeth, lining the entrance to his deep, cavernous maw.
“Ahh… it’s alright, I’ll make it quick.” Sky rumbled in response, opening his mouth even wider and even going so far as to lower the woman’s body down in the middle of his open mouth, holding her in place while his teeth and tongue surrounded her.
“Sky!” Lark said, panicking. The giant’s moist breath stuck to her skin as she was held precariously inside, staring down the man’s wide open gullet. Her breath caught in her chest as the titan toyed with her fate.
Suddenly she was lifted out of his mouth, and again she was met with the giant’s glowing blue eyes. They softened upon seeing her panic, and Sky leveled his head and placed her gently on his palm.
“Was that too much?” He asked softly, using his index finger to smooth down Lark’s frazzled blonde hair.
Lark huffed at his touch, wiping her face with her jacket sleeve. “Uh, it was a little scary.” She said, running her fingers through her hair anxiously.
Sky couldn’t help but smile as she fussed. He brought her to his face again and pushed the tip of his nose into her.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t actually going to swallow you.” Sky said as he nuzzled his nose against the little woman’s entire body. “I just like to tease…” Sky said as he pulled away to look at his little friend directly. “Um, you can tell me if I take it too far, though. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“I-I’m fine… I trust you, Sky.” Lark said with a smile, finding it hard to be upset at the gentle giant.
“But you’re so small…” The giant whined as he pushed his nose into her again, holding her steady on his large palm. “I could hurt you without even realizing…”
Lark felt his nose push into her again, and she rested her cheek against the bridge of it. No longer shaken, her heart softened at the giant’s words.
“You’re a good giant, Sky…” The woman said with an amused smile. She couldn’t bring herself to be angry at the titan for his rambunctiousness. He reminded her of a playful dog; a very, very big one.
“I just… am so happy to have you with me. It’s lonely being a titan. Humans are afraid of me, and other titans are only interested in wreaking havoc.” Sky said as he opened his eyes softly and gazed at the sweet little human hugging his nose.
“And yet here you are, letting me hold you, caress you… even…” The giant uttered as he pulled back and brushed his lips against Lark’s body, breathing on her warmly.
“Mmm…” Sky moaned as he planted his lips on Lark’s upper body and face and kissed her.
Lark squirmed with delight under his touch, holding her breath as the man’s enormous lips pressed into her. Her own little lips kissed him back, a tiny little peck engulfed by his encompassing embrace. She found herself panting heavily with excitement as she pressed her face into Sky’s upper lip.
“So sweet… like dessert… it makes me want more.” Sky rumbled between kisses, licking his lips to moisten them and steal her scent.
“Sky...” Lark whispered between breathless kisses, her limbs wrapping around the giant’s lips. His hunger for her was becoming more and more obvious, and yet she wasn’t resisting.
Sky smiled as he went from kissing her to licking her, poking his tongue out and grazing her legs and arms with the tip. His breath warmed her as she lay flat on his palm, overtaken by the giant’s enormous face above her.
“Ahh… would it really be so bad, Lark? To swallow you whole… have you all to myself.” The titan moaned as he swirled his tongue around, feeling her legs and arms against it. “I’d be so gentle.”
“Mmm, that...” Lark gasped, feeling the giant’s saliva soaking into her clothing. Her face was flushed red now, and she was overcome with her feelings for him, so much that it almost erased her fear of being eaten. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it was you…”
“If only.” Sky sighed as he gave her one final kiss and pulled away, licking his lips deliberately. “But I’m content with this. Just a little, tiny taste of tiny you. Hmm… to think I would be playing with a human in this way… I enjoy it very much.” Sky said, flashing his teeth gleefully.
Lark bit her lip as he pulled away, feeling so much warmer after the titan’s tongue caressed her. She was almost disappointed that it didn’t go further.
“You like having all of me...” Lark said breathlessly as she laid on Sky’s palm, trembling, excited.
“It turns out I like how teeny tiny you are, Lark.” Sky chuckled, staring at her warmly as she quivered in his hand. “Precious.”
Lark blushed deeply and rubbed her arms as she gazed up bashfully at Sky’s face from the comfort of his enormous palm. She stared at his mouth longingly, the embrace of his lips and tongue so fresh on her mind.
Her gaze did not go unnoticed, and Sky couldn’t help but hold her in front of his mouth as he parted his lips and ran his blue tongue along them.
“Someone’s gotten over their fear rather quickly, hmm?” The titan giggled as he held Lark in his palm, watching her stare at his lips with flushed cheeks.
Lark bit her own lip and turned her gaze away as the giant teased her.
“N-Not entirely, but…” She mumbled, running her fingers along her arms, feeling the wet and sticky surface from the giant’s saliva.
“It’s progress. Makes me happy.” Sky nodded as he leaned back and stretched lavishly, holding Lark in his closed fist as he raised both his arms up and yawned. Lark giggled in surprise as she was lifted, quite securely, above the man’s head.
“For now, though, I think we should move on. It’s not good to stay in the same place too long, at least when you’re my size.” The titan said as he returned his hand to his face and addressed the little woman sitting in his palm.
“Alright… as long as you don’t expect my little legs to keep up with yours.” Lark said with a smile as she settled down in the giant’s palm.
“Naw. I’ll carry you everywhere, it’s my pleasure.” Sky winked before slowly rising to his feet. His head cleared the tops of the trees and he scanned the horizon. It was now midday, and the sun was high in the northern forest.
“We can go anywhere, you know. Home is where I am.” The titan said as he peered down at the woman in his hand.
