Friendly Giant - Puffy and Foolish side of the story:
Would there ever be a moment where one of the crew members or Puffy fell into the water, and Foolish scoops them up, placing them back on board? (What if Puffy accidentally fell when trying to give Foolish some of the meat-?)
Tossed to the Sharks
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Friendly Giant AU- Admiral Puffy Spinoff
Giant Foolish- Tiny Puffy
CW: language
Notes: I didn’t plan on writing an actual fic about Puffy but this ask was just too good to pass up
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As soon as the crew disappeared into the lower parts of the ship to sleep Puffy got to work.
The twinkling stars above her lit up the deck in pinpricks of light while the steady rocking of the ocean tried desperately to knock her off her feet. Even so, she marched across the deck like a steady machine, throwing almost-spoiled meat from their food barrels onto the wooden floor. The smell was rancid and the sound of it slapping against the deck was disgusting, but she knew Foolish wouldn’t mind. And the crew mates wouldn’t notice the absence of a couple pieces of spoiled meat.
As the pile grew steadily she stretched her arms up in the air, taking a deep breath of the freezing air. The bristly feeling of fresh air in her throat was refreshing after so much time in the belly of the ship. Her crew always complained about the darkness of it but there wasn’t much she could do so far from their home.
They’d been out there for weeks with still no sign of land. But they’d stay out for at least a month more. She really hoped that this time they’d find the land they’d been searching for, and it didn’t hurt that this time they had a new “crewmate” following them along. Even if the crew wasn’t fully aware of their new giant “friend.”
Puffy stomped over to the edge of the ship and stared down into the dark churning water. A long winding shadow passed underneath which would scare any reasonable sailor.
But Puffy didn’t become admiral for being reasonable.
“Dinner time!” she whistled before chucking a large slab of beef into the water.
It didn’t even touch the surface before a flash of dark gray scales burst out from the water. All Puffy saw was the reflection of moonlight against jagged teeth before the leviathan disappeared again. The only sign he was still there was the occasional iridescent fin that popped up through the water.
“Still hungry?” Puffy called out as she hauled another large chunk of meat into her arms.
Almost immediately the tip of the giant’s massive tail poked out of the water. Even the tip was easily three times her height, and when it splashed down again small drops of water fell against Puffy’s skin.
The admiral grinned as she stumbled towards the edge with the meat tucked under her arm. When she got close enough she could just barely see the reflective gloss of Foolish’s eyes from under the water. It was weirdly cat-like but she didn’t really mind.
“Got a couple more for you big guy,” Puffy smiled as she pushed the meat up onto her shoulder. Slowly she trudged forward until her chest pressed against the railings. The harsh rocking of the ship didn’t help her catch her balance, but she thought she’d be fine. She was a sailor after all. She was used to it.
Except the storm above them didn’t seem to agree. The moment she felt the meat leave her hands a wave crashed into the ship. She frantically tried to grab onto the rails but the water slammed into her body and before she knew it she was tossed into the sea.
A loud scream left her mouth as water flooded her lungs. She tried to push herself to the surface but ever time she got close a wave would push her head back underwater.
She tried to scream for help but it only let more water into her throat.
She was going to die.
The thought crashed into her like a bomb. She clawed again at the surface, but there was no use. Every moment she spent under the water was a second closer to her death.
There was nothing she could do…And no one was awake.
Slowly, she felt her vision darken as she lost her last breaths of air. She couldn’t even feel her arms anymore, everything felt numb.
That’s when a weight slammed into her sending her flying into the air. She gasped like a fish out of water the moment she hit the surface, feeling the world come back to her like an explosion.
The heavy weight pressed into her chest as she fell back into the water, but this time her head stayed just above the surface. When she looked down she saw giant curved claws wrapped around her chest.
“Oh my- are you okay?” Foolish gasped as two giant eyes peered at Puffy.
The admiral blinked away her confusion as she recognized the person- well, giant- in front of her.
“You saved me,” Puffy breathed before she let herself relax into his massive hand.
“Yeah- yes of course,” Foolish hummed. The scales above his eyes scrunched down at her words.
Puffy smiled and pressed her face against the cold wet scales covering the giant’s fingers. She wouldn’t tell Foolish but part of her had feared that he would mistake her for another piece of meat…She doubted she’d feel much different to him in his mouth.
But even so the giant held her like she’d break at any moment as large concerned eyes bore into her own.
Carefully, she felt herself be lifted until she was dangling far over the water. Foolish nudged his face against her chest before dropping her back down onto the deck of the ship. The feeling of solid ground under her was like a breath of fresh air.
“Are you going to be okay?” the leviathan murmured nervously as his tail wrapped around the side of the boat keeping it steady.
“Mhm,” Puffy nodded. She knew the giant was worried but she was so exhausted she could barely finish her thoughts.
Nearly dying did that to a person she guessed.
“Alright uh okay,” Foolish mumbled, “I’ll stay here just sleep, okay?”
Puffy nodded again before letting her head fall back against the wood. It was nowhere near as comfortable as her bed below deck, but the thought of getting up made her feel sick. The floor would have to do.
Just before she drifted off to sleep she felt a heavy weight rest over body like a blanket. With blurred eyes she saw the smooth tip of Foolish’s tail rest on the deck beside her as it draped over her body.
She wrapped her arms around the thick muscle and within seconds she was out.
The leviathan only unwrapped it’s tail from the ship when the sun rose over the water again.
This will be a master list for all my writing, I’ll try to make sure it stays updated but if it’s not the tags I use are at the bottom so you can see what you missed. Thank you for stopping by :]
Additional notes: Most of my work is dsmp but I am no longer writing for that fandom. I will not write for prompts about my dsmp AU’s anymore.
Current Fandoms I’ll Write g/t For: BotW/TotK, Dungeon Meshi, BG3 (PLEASE SEND ASKS/PROMPTS FOR ANY OF THESE)
Little Streamer AU (tiny Tommy streams and meets up with Wilbur, Phil, and Tubbo)
Chapter 1
The WaterBottle Prank (angst, hurt/comfort)
Headcannons
Oneshots of Tommy with Each Streamer (Also a lot of story for it)
Beach Day + Seagulls
Oneshots of Tommy Falling Asleep on the Others
Group Photo
Meeting Jack Manifold
Breath (Jack angst)
Wilbur accidentally hurts Tommy
Tubbo takes Tommy Paddleboarding
Tommy streams on Wil’s computer
Stuck in the Laundry Machine (angst, hurt/comfort)
Notes: Here ya go, a bit of fluff with Karl and Quackity And then it’s slime time! >:] ALSO ANCIENT ONE INFO
part 1
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Quackity was thrilled to be a general. He really was, he’d worked years to reach the rank, and now that he had the badge to prove his skill he was excited.
Or, he should have been.
His eyes bore into the mirror in front of him, glaring daggers at the small ribbon attached to his uniform. The dark green badge was supposed to be a sign of his strength- a sign that he was a leader. That he had earned his place in the guard…
But he didn’t deserve it, or at least he didn’t deserve it for what Dream thought he did. In the end, he couldn't kill the giant, he was too weak.
Dream had been so impressed when he heard, so happy for him that Quackity felt his heart twist at the memory. He’d worked so hard to gain the man’s admiration…and when he finally did it was because of a lie.
He’d finally achieved his dream, but only because of a death that didn't happen- because of a corpse that didn’t exist.
Quackity sighed and brushed his hair out of his face. He could deal with those thoughts later, but that morning he had his first real mission.
He was supposed to accompany the town artificer, Karl, into the woods to pick up a book he had lost on his last trip. Quackity’d only ever met the man once, but he remembered him well. The strange man was always the talk of the town, and his museum had won over even Dream’s appreciation.
Even if it was just a glorified babysitting job, he wouldn’t complain, and there could be worse people to look after.
Hastily, he threw on the rest of his guard attire and headed off towards the museum. It was so early, his footsteps echoed around the empty streets. The only sound came from the gentle chirping of crickets hiding in the shade, and the clucking of chickens wandering along the paths.
When he finally reached the tall brick museum he wasn’t surprised to find the artificer already outside waiting. His purple cloak just barely covered his face, and he was so hunched over Quackity almost thought he was asleep.
“Hey,” Quackity called out, “Karl?”
“Huh?” the man jumped nearly falling over, “Who? Oh…”
His eyes locked onto Quackity’s before a wide dopey grin spread across his face.
“You must be Quackity right?” he waved, “Sapnap’s told me a lot about you.”
Quackity scoffed and reached out to shake the other man’s hand. However, just as their fingers touched Karl pulled him into a tight hug. It was unexpected but not unpleasant as his head rested over Quackity’s.
“Whatever Sapnap’s told you is a lie,” Quackity humored, “I promise.”
A soft laugh left the cloaked man, “He just said you were a good leader. I’d hope that's not a lie.”
“Okay, maybe that's true,” Quackity felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment.
Karl let out a throaty laugh, “Better be.”
The guardsmen shoved Karl’s shoulder jokingly. The back and forth quips were so comfortable that if Quackity didn’t know Karl was only talking to him for a mission, he would have invited him back to his house. He hoped that maybe they could talk again after their missionz
“Well, you ready to go?” Quackity asked after a couple of quiet seconds.
Karl yawned dramatically and nodded, bouncing back on his heels. If they weren’t about to go into the woods Quackity would have compared him to a kid at a carnival. Although he guessed that someone whose job was to find strange things in the forest would be pretty excited about the trip.
The artificer nodded excitedly, his hood almost falling off in the process, and bolted forward to grab Quackity’s wrist, “Yep! I can lead if you want- I know where the book should be.”
Quackity could barely contain the warmth bubbling up in his chest. Something about being around the artificer brought out a joy in him he hadn't felt since he was young. Maybe it was his choked laughter or the way he pulled Quackity along like an excitable dog- whatever it was the guardsmen was absolutely charmed by the man.
The tugging against his wrist only stopped when the pair reached the giant drawbridge at the edge of town. The massive moat surrounding them kept them safe, but it also kept them in. And while the bridge helped travelers cross, only the guard could take it down, part of the reason why Quackity was on the mission in the first place.
“Lower the hatch would ya,” Karl hummed as he pushed Quackity up to the drawbridge’s station.
As carefully as he could, Quackity unlocked the bridge’s rope and pulled it loose from the cracked wooden pole it was hooked on to. The scratchy material dug into his hands, but with years of training, it only felt like a dull ache. Karl cheered when he finally got the bundled up rope into his arms.
The moment Quackity let go the bridge slammed down with a loud splash. A wave of water sprayed around them, and Karl quickly pulled his hood over himself to stay dry. Although, he only succeeded in soaking his clothes.
“Awe, don't wanna get wet?” Quackity giggled as the man shook out the wet sleeves of his cloak.
The only response he got was a dramatic huff.
The trip into the forest was relatively calm. Karl joked a bit while they walked, but both seemed to feel the heavy sense of dread that always accompanied the forest. It was so thick it felt like the air didn't even want them to be there.
"So," Karl hummed, "How long have you been a general?"
Quackity shrugged and brushed a few stray leaves out of the way. One particularly large one fluttered down, but before it could hit the ground Karl snatched it between his fingers.
"Giant fern," he noted, "Good for medicine."
Quackity laughed and picked off another leaf for the artificer, "You asked how long I've been a general- uh two days."
"Only two?"
"Yep, just got promoted," he shrugged. And even though the shadow of a smile still fell on Karl's face, he couldn't help but feel like he was being interrogated.
The constant reminder that he didn’t deserve his position weighed heavy in his mind.
"That's cool."
The guardsmen watched as Karl hopped over a fallen log. He went to follow but paused as his eyes caught on a large singed area of the bark.
For some reason, it set off alarms in his head, but the soft laughter from Karl brought him back. Only moments later, his feet hit the ground beside him with a thud.
"Cool?" Quackity echoed.
Karl turned and grinned back, "Yeah, what's wrong with being cool huh?"
"Nothing, nothing," he joked, "Just not a word I'd expect someone like you to use."
Karl flung his hand at his chest with a loud gasp, "Are you saying I'm too smart to say cool?"
A soft hum left Quackity as the artificer lead them into a wide clearing, "No... I don't remember ever calling you smart."
Karl barely got out a laugh before they both froze. The artificer backed up nervously as he stared off into the trees.
Something was wrong.
From deeper in the clearing, a heavy thud rang out. It shook the ground underneath them, and Quackity noticed with a shudder that more of the trees nearby had similar burns to the fallen log. Something was there…
Cautiously, Quackity drew his sword and pushed the taller man behind him. Even though his heart was racing, he had to keep Karl safe.
"Maybe we should just go back," the artificer whispered nervously.
Quackity turned and gestured for the man to stay. Every cell in his body screamed to leave, but he had to find out what it was. It couldn't be the same giant... It just couldn't be.
But the strangely hand-like burns on the trees said otherwise.
"I'll be back," Quackity said sternly, "Find somewhere to hide and stay."
Karl frowned, but took Quackity's word. He heard rustling in the bushes as the artificer went to hide.
God, he hoped he would stay put.
The last thing he needed was Karl going missing under his watch.
Only a couple seconds later another loud crash echoed through the woods. This time though, Quackity took off running as fast as he could towards the source of the noise. His legs ached as he hopped over fallen tree after fallen tree, but he kept up his pace.
Fuck, they were everywhere.
And the closer he got the worse the trees around him looked. Slime pooled around their roots, and many were already shriveled up on the grass, nothing more than a few sticks left.
However, not only were the trees unsettling, the air felt almost suffocating. The thick acidic smell burned his eyes and shot through his nose making him recoil. Hastily, he ripped off a piece of his sleeve to wrap it around his face hoping it would help. It still burned, but it wasn't completely intolerable anymore.
Only a couple more steps and a giant shadow came into view. The dark figure was barely visible through the trees, but Quackity could already tell what it was...even from far away.
It was the same giant.
He shuffled a bit closer until he could see it through a hole in the foliage. Its shaggy hair hung over its features, and now he could see the real cause of the sound.
Slowly, the gigantic creature lifted its fists over its head before bashing them down onto the tree in front of it. The slime from its fingers burned into the bark causing the tree to sizzle and pop, but the giant kept going.
Its fists slammed into it over and over again with resounding thuds until finally, the tree collapsed with a loud whine. A low growl left the monster before it spun around to attack another tree.
Quackity felt frozen as he watched. His body begged him to run away, but he felt stuck watching the giant fell the trees. The way its slime burned straight the wood was almost mesmerizing. Although he couldn’t help but think about what it could do to a human…
The mental image of slime burning into skin was enough for Quackity to snap out of his stupor. He quickly turned to go back to Karl, but before he could move the forest went silent.
It took him a moment to realize what was unsettling about it- the giant had stopped.
It had noticed him.
"You," the giant's voice boomed.
Quackity felt a shudder run down his spine as he forced himself to turn and face the giant. He couldn’t run away again His hand tightened against his sword in fear, he could kill it this time. He finally had the chance to fix his mistakes.
He expected anger or rage from the beast, but what he didn't expect was a soft look of confusion.
"You came back?" it asked in a hushed tone.
Quackity scowled and flashed his blade at the giant, "Maybe if you didn't want to be found you wouldn’t be having your own little boxing match over here.”
The giant flinched away causing small drops of slime to fall into the grass, “Oh…”
Quackity marched forward with a false air of confidence as the beast cowered away. It would be easy to kill it; it was so weak it probably wouldn't even fight back.
He was only a couple feet away from its leg before the giant even threw its arms up to protect itself.
"I should've killed you the last time," Quackity growled earning a small whimper from the giant.
He could do it, he told himself. He had the chance, and then he would deserve his position. Dream’s praise would be earned. He’d finally have what he wanted.
With one motion he raised his sword above his head and took a deep breath.
He could do this. He could do this.
It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity as his blade fell.
He closed his eyes and felt it make contact, sending a jolt through his arm. A loud laugh broke out of his chest in triumph, but the moment his eyes opened his heart stopped.
The tip of his sword had melted off. What once was a menacing weapon was now a bubbling mess on the grass.
"Fuck," Quackity yelped as he quickly backed away from the giant.
His mind went into overdrive as he tried to find a way out of the situation. He still had to get back to Karl, and his weapon was now useless.
And now the giant was staring at him again.
"I don't want to hurt you," it mumbled.
Quackity snarled and backed away further from the beast before he realized its tail had come around behind him. The long bristly appendage covered in slime at the end completely blocked his way out.
"No, no." the giant stuttered, "I don't- I really don't mean to I just-"
"You're just a fucking monster," Quackity finished.
A gust of wind just barely covered the frustrated cry that left the giant. Quackity flinched away from the sound- he wasn’t in a position to make threats anymore.
"I know," the monster whimpered, "I know."
Quackity stared up with wide eyes at the giant. He was completely trapped and at its will, and yet it was the one on the verge of tears.
"I'm trying to fix myself I am," it whined, "But I can't find anything. I don't know what to do."
Nervously, Quackity eyed the giant's hands as it vented. Every time it moved small drops of slime hissed against the grass.
"What do you mean...fixed?" Quackity asked after a few quiet seconds.
The giant eyed him nervously from under its hair and collapsed in on itself, "Don't wanna be like this anymore... I kill everything."
"Don't you want to..." Quackity frowned suspiciously, "Don't know if I need to remind you, but you're a giant-a predator."
A loud cry left the giant, and its slime-covered tail brushed dangerously close to Quackity. He could almost feel it start to burn his hair.
"I'm not...I'm not," it moaned, "I just want help, I want to be normal. I hate this."
"What? The slime?" Quackity asked.
The giant bared its teeth at the word making Quackity jump back in fear. He was more than a little worried that one more wrong word would be the end of their little conversation.
"Yes... The fucking slime,” he spat.
The bitterness in his voice sent a shiver down Quackity’s spine.
"Well uh...I don't know what to tell you," the guardsmen shrugged, "Seems like something you're just going to have to live with."
The giant frowned again and leaned closer to Quackity. The human felt his breath catch in his chest as he got an up-close view of their size difference. He was barely even the size of the giant's nose.
It could eat him alive if it wanted to.
"You're wrong. There is or...was someone who could help me," the giant muttered, "The ancient ones could do it. They could fix me. Could make me better.”
The guardsmen backed away nervously from the giant's mouth, not wanting to be anywhere near its massive fangs.
"Isn’t that just a story…and even so didn’t it like yaknow...die? The Warden was the last one right? It passed away a long time ago bud, don't know what to tell you," Quackity shrugged.
He only knew a bit about the “ancient ones” and all he did know was from children’s stories. The Warden was something kids were told to make them sleep or eat their vegetables...not something that could help a very real and very deadly giant.
Yet, at the mention of the Warden the giant's face lit up, "You know about him?"
"Wait no I don't-"
"Where is he? Can you take me? I'll fix your sword," the giant rambled hopefully.
"Wait no," Quackity shook his hands nervously, "No-no-no. It's just a…it’s just a story.”
The giant's face fell again, but this time an idea wormed its way into the guardsmen's mind.
The giant had trapped him for at least ten minutes and still showed no sign of attacking, and it seemed desperate.
He couldn't kill the giant...but maybe controlling it would be better. It had so much hope…and hope was a strong emotion.
"Actually though...Now that I think about it," Quackity paused, "I might be able to help you. If we made a deal of course."
The giant watched with wide green eyes and waited for the human to continue. Quackity already knew he'd earned the beast's attention from the way its ears pricked up excitedly.
"If you agree to stay away from my town…I'll help you find the ancient one you need. Okay?"
Quackity barely even got to finish his sentence before the giant was nodding frantically.
"Yes yes, I'll do anything," it pleaded, “Anything.”
A sly smile worked its way onto the guardsmen’s face, "Good...Is this where you live?"
The giant gazed at the human with an owlish expression and nodded again like a dog doing a trick. It was almost sad how easily it believed Quackity’s lies.
"Alright...perfect," Quackity smiled. He couldn't believe what he was doing...but it was better than leaving the giant free for the second time.
The giant was his responsibility now. And if a few lies kept his people (and his position) safe, he could live with it.
"I'll be back soon. I'll be searching for the ancient one the whole time. I promise."
The giant's tail thumped up and down excitedly as its head darted forward. Before he could even process what was happening the monster had bumped its nose into his chest, knocking him over. He yelped in fear, but as soon as it happened the creature pulled away apprehensively.
"Oh sorry," it murmured, "Thank you. Thank you so so much."
The toothy grin on the giant’s face almost made Quackity feel bad. At least until he looked back down at the slime boiling the grass below them…
"My pleasure,” the guardsmen bowed.
The gigantic slimy creature beamed down at him again before taking off into the woods. In only a few seconds the only evidence of the giant was the slime pooled up on the ground.
He’d have to go back to the giant eventually, but he could deal with that later. First, he had to get back to Karl.
The rest of the day the acrid smell of slime followed him like a ghost.
Just got some bad news and am having a rough night, can i request soft fluffy FG au headcanons with Puffy and Foolish (Maybe the crew too)?
I’m sorry that happened :( I really hope it gets better for you, and if not you have all my love and support 💙
Puffy and her Giant Son Headcannons
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Puffy can only really spend time with Foolish at night since the crew would freak out if they knew a leviathan was following them. Because of this shes usually exhausted when they finally get to see each other. When she’s extra tired the giant will wrap his long tail around the boat to keep it still and just rest his head next to her so she can sleep safely. She also learns pretty quickly that sleeping wrapped up in the leviathan’s tail is much more comfortable than the bed in her sleeping quarters
Even though Foolish can’t show himself during the day time he always follows the ship closely. He’ll push the hull away from rocks and scare off any other monsters that get too close. And every once in a while he’ll let his iridescent fins reach the surface to show Puffy he’s still there
During a bad encounter with a polar whale one of Puffy’s cremates was thrown into the water. The rest of the crew panicked and quickly tried to pull out rafts to save him, but within a few seconds he had been dropped back onboard. No one knew how he got back or what saved him, but he swore he saw “the kraken”. When Puffy tells Foolish about the crew’s stories about him he thinks it’s hilarious
Since the ocean is so infested with monsters, it’s hard for the crew to clean up and have good hygiene. So late at night Puffy will jump into the water with Foolish to clean off. The giant panics and tries to keep her close the whole time, but she just finds it funny. No monster would even dare come near the leviathan anyway, so he doesnt have much to worry about
Puffy figures out pretty early on that the iridescent coral-like fins on Foolish’s head match his emotions. Dark gray and blues mean he’s upset while reddish colors means he’s hunting. However she doesn’t find out what the green color means until much later when he’s resting his head on the deck next to her. She absentmindedly picked off some barnacles from her giant “son” and was surprised when the pale white fins turned into a vivid green. A couple minutes late she worked up the courage to ask about it, and Foolish explained it meant he was really happy
Notes: I didn’t think people would like these two very much, but y’all seem to like them so have some more content :]
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Foolish may be very intelligent but he’s still an extremely prey-driven predator. Sometimes when the crew is fishing off the side of their ship, foolish will bite onto the bait and yank them into the water in the process. Since the only person he’s imprinted on is Puffy sometimes the crew mates will even end up in his mouth before he realizes what happened. He always saves them afterwards, but he just can’t help himself from taking the meat at the end of their hooks. (He also ends up with many scars on his lips from the hooks that Puffy has to remove)
Foolish has “claimed” the boat as his prey with his pheromones. When he explained it to Puffy she was really upset until he told her he had no actual plans to eat the crew. He just marked it with his scent so other leviathans would stay away since taking another giants “food” would be suicide
Foolish headbutts the ship out of affection. The crew just thinks they’re hitting rocks, but Puffy can tell by the shape of the shadow that it’s just the giant
Foolish can make the fins on his head glow which he uses to guide Puffy through rocky waters in the dark.
Foolish struggles to hold things safely with his hands since his claws are so big, so instead he’ll bite Puffy’s jacket and hold her from his mouth
Instinctually Foolish will catch giant fish and drop them on the deck to feed “his people”
I ask for headcanons, of any au you wish. I offer a leaf and moss tunic, a two wind chimes, and a megaphone.
Thank you!! I’ll put the wind chimes in my house :] I appreciate the moss tunic it’s much nicer than my scraps, and a megaphone for yelling at giants is perfect >:]
Have some friendly giant Quackity and Slimecicle Headcannons because I can’t stop thinking about them
Quackity + Slimecicle FG
To make sure the giant doesn’t catch on to Quackity’s lies he goes back every week to tell the giant about his progress. He’ll make fake evidence and and tell him stories about how he’s found the ancient one’s tracks or fur. Slimecicle is just so happy to have someone help him for once that he doesn’t notice the inconsistencies in Quackity’s stories
Slimecicle is extremely touch starved since he can’t really hold anything without it burning, so once Quackity starts coming to his den he gets any chance he can to touch the human. However the only part of his body without slime is his chest/torso and his face. This leads to a lot of nose bumps and forced cuddles.
Quackity only finds out the giant’s name is Charlie a month or two into his visits. The giant had been writing his name in the dirt with his slime. Quackity asked about it and he was told that he was preparing for when the ancient one would make him human. He chose Charlie as his human name, and wanted to learn how to write to fit in
At first Quackity really just wants the giant to stay away, but once he realizes Charlie really has no intentions of hurting anyone he makes him do his work for the guard. Charlie will come with him while he sets up traps or monitors the forest nearby. And the jelly giant is extremely protective of the one person he thinks cares about him
Quackity does start to feel guilty when he realizes that the giant just wants to be human. He catches him crying about it at one point after he accidentally burned a fish he was trying to catch as his pet. He starts to actually want to help the giant, but as far as he’s aware the ancient ones aren’t actually real…
Charlie will do the thing where he punches trees almost every day. One time when Quackity visits he asks about it and is surprised to hear that the giant thinks it’ll make his slime go away. Charlie hopes that if he can “use it all up” on the trees, one day he’ll be able to hold things safely
Quackity is surprised when he actually starts to care about the jelly giant he was hiding. He knows that Charlie likes to explore the forest, but he stresses that he needs to stays way from people. The idea of him getting hurt starts to scare him.
Since Quackity doesn’t think finding an “ancient one” will solve Charlie’s problem he goes to Karl to do research. He finds a chemical that is resistant to the slime and tries to find a way for it to stop Charlie from making slime. He ends up with a small chip that releases the chemical whenever he presses a button from the outside. However, when he tries to insert it into the giant while he’s sleeping it just shocks him. It doesn’t end up working, but it can be used to shock him. This comes in handy when a certain longhorn giant tries to take over Charlie’s den >:)
Will there at any point be a time where Foolish has to reveal himself to the entire crew?
Perhaps a hostile ship ends up fighting Puffy's, the other ship is much more loaded to the guns, and Foolish ends up destroying the entire ship in a fit of rage and protectiveness.
He falls into the water again, leaving the broken parts of the other ship to float in the now calmer water and leaving Puffy & (mostly) her crew waiting in baited breath for Foolish to come for them next. He doesn't.
He also doesn't surface to meet Puffy for a few days afterwards, too scared to see her reaction. It's only when she tries throwing herself off the edge of the ship does he come out to talk to her.
(I- wait this is a good story idea... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm :eyes: )
(Perhaps I will crawl outta my cave to try writing something, wheeze. Or you can, I'm not gonna bar you back abgkLDSFJDLfkdsfj- )
(Also have a star, my sibling [hands you a small green star-shaped sticker] )
Yes! but I don’t think he’d actually introduce himself to them, he’d be too nervous about their reactions. They’d just live on thinking the monster saved them and then disappeared :]
It would probably be a ship of mimics or raptors if anything since there are barely any other towns on their continent that have a navy, and if they did they wouldn’t be immediately hostile. But it being a ship of giants would just make foolish angrier. Humans attacking his ship would be bad, but giants attacking it sends him into a fit of rage.
He doesn’t even process as he tears their ship into pieces leaving it as nothing more than scrap wood in the water. When he comes back though he feels so guilty for losing himself in front of Puffy and tries to stay away. He still wants to protect her but he can’t bare to see her be afraid of him.
However when she does actually jump in to see him, she’s nothing but worried about the giant. She thought he’d been hurt after the attack and that’s why he hadn’t visited :”]
(You can write something if you want!! I probably won’t or at least not for a while since I have a bunch of projects i want to finish, but also no pressure if you don’t want to!)
(I love you my sibling, thank you for the star :”> I’ll cherish it)
