#human alex

[nauranna]

A couple recent doodles I had in my computer

[nauranna]

Smol practice uvu

[nauranna]

Smol doodle

[alexcraft760]

New art drop

[infinitesimal-grey]

Borrower Jane Doe: Part 1

Word count: 1,356

Aka: In which Jane just wants material for her jeans, but is an idiot in how she does it. Alex is not amused.

SFW

Warnings: Slight blood/gore

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Jane scanned the carpeted floor in front of her before quietly slipping through the slit in the wallpaper. The carpet swallowed up her boots until her legs were surrounded up to mid thigh, and she trudged through the thick, scratchy fibers trying to trip her. At least the resident knew what a vacuum was, unlike their neighbor.

The unruly long carpet would get better once she was further from the wall, on worn carpet. But of course, that would mean being out in the open. With the way she lived, that thought made her heart race with terror and an odd sense of excitement. Jane had always been curious about humans. She would collect small trinkets and such that wouldn’t be missed was a hobby to help try to satisfy these curiosities.

When her race averaged out at three and a half inches, that curiously was understandably frowned upon. Jane’s family was not fond about her unnatural interest in humans. Her parents told her the dangers of being Seen at least twice daily. Once she was 21, Jane couldn’t wait to move out. She already had her sights set on a townhouse not too far away. It took her quite a bit of stubborness to convince her parents she’d be fine living on her own. (Well kind of her own, but her very large roommate didn't need to know she lived right under their nose.)

So she made her journey to the chosen townhouse, arriving there shortly after new humans had moved into each of the two homes.

Finally reaching the edge of the giantess’ wooden dresser, Jane listened once more for any movement. The bedroom was silent aside from the sleeping giant’s steady breathing. Her sharp climbing hook unsheathed, Jane sent it soaring up to catch on the side of a partially opened drawer. She didn't even bother tugging to assure the hook was sturdy before starting her assent. Jane had developed near perfect aim soon after learning to climb, and it was the skill she was most proud of.

With practiced stealth she pulled herself up. In no time the tiny was hoisting herself onto the ledge of the drawer, dangling her legs over the inner edge. There wasn't much variety visible in the dull light, mostly ripped jeans and black leather.

Jane looked over to her right. The dresser was right next to the bed and gave her a level view with the back of the resident giant’s head. She sat and stared for a moment longer than necessary.

Jane finally forced her eyes away and wasted no time grabbing her hook. The cuff of a pant leg muffled the short jump down. She didn’t bother to wind the string up, keeping it dangling so she could simply re-attach the hook for a swift exit. It wouldn’t take long to get the fabric she needed.

Jane’s eyes easily found the objective of this dangerous trip, a particularly shredded pair of jeans with tons of thread hanging off. She sprinted over to it, hook in hand, trusting any padding noises her feet made on the thick fabric would never possibly be heard through the wooden dresser by a fast asleep human. With so much extra material, there's no way anyone would notice any missing. She desperately needed the fabric to make a new pair of jeans since her only pair was basically scraps from the knees down after the long trip to her new home. So the young woman grabbed a fistful of thread and set to work hacking at the fibers with her hook.

In her concentration, she didn't even notice the subtle change in pattern of the breaths being drawn into those massive lungs.

A sudden sharp rustle rang like a gunshot in the dead silence of the bedroom.

Jane jumped and the hook cut clean through the last fibers and slashed forth, tearing down the side of her right arm like paper. Blood from the wound dribbled right down onto the frayed white threads, staining them a dark crimson. Hopefully the stain would be shrugged off as ketchup, because there was no time to cut the stain out. Jane had to run, now.

Thinking quick, she starting wrapping the fabric she had around the wound tightly and hissing in pain. There was so much blood... The impromptu bandaging would have to do. Pants material would need to wait, right now she needed to get out of there.

More fabric rustled and resettled as a being over twenty times larger than herself moved not more than a foot away from Jane. It felt like her heart would burst out of her chest.

BadoomBadoomBadoom.

The frantic rhythm slammed and it felt like the thudding of her heart reverberating through her would be the thing to give her away. Jane attempted to stand. Her vision swam and forced her to sit back down. Consciousness tried slipping through her grasp as maroon roses bloomed along the white fabric on her forearm. It didn't help that Jane had never been one to stomach gore.

There was no way to get out of the drawer in this condition, Jane realized bitterly. Her only hope of surviving is to hide and keep pressure on her gash until the bleeding stopped. Hopefully the giant isn’t really waking u-

A thundering yawn broke through the air. No no nonononoooo. Jane groaned inwardly, cursing herself for jinxing it. A sharp groan of bed springs snapped the tiny woman into a frenzied rush. Jane pulled at her climbing rope to keep it out of immediate sight. Not even bothering to wind it up properly. She just grasped at it one handed with the other arm pushed hard against her chest.

But even her best attempts at covering her tracks couldn't hope to be fast enough.

Wood scraped wood in a jarring cacophony and the ground underfoot jolted forward.

Jane fell onto her back as her hiding spot slid forward, and the drawer ceiling vanished from above her. Barely holding back a scream of pain, she held as still as possible. She was still too far from the opposite wall to duck for cover there, and too weak to lift the cumbersome cloth to hide under. So she sat there frozen, hoping the giant wouldn't notice her in the dark.

A huge arm stretched over her, and pinched her climbing rope into a sleepy, curious grip for inspection. Lifting it and letting it drape over their fingers for a couple seconds. The mattress creaked and groaned in the dark to re-accommodate a new distribution of immense weight. A switch clicked on. A burning light burst into existence from above, blinding the poor, shaking woman in the drawer.

The sudden blindness made her heart beat a thousand times harder and a cold sweat broke out across her skin.

Uncontrollable shivers and shakes danced over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes slowly adjusted, but Jane almost wished they hadn’t. In view were fingers longer than her body stretching towards her like snakes moving in on prey. All Jane could do was squeeze her eyes shut and wish that she'd wake up in her bed, putting this nightmare behind her.

There was no stopping the intent of a force as large as the giant, in a second the fingers were upon her. The digits coiled tight and fast under and around her small form, pinning Jane’s injured arm to her chest, the other was pinned against her side.

Jane was covered up to her collarbone, steel toed boots dangled far above solid ground. The hand was uncomfortably warm, and Jane squeezed her eyes shut. She had broken the biggest rule in borrowing, don’t get Seen. Don’t let human’s know you exist. Her breath stopped in her throat, waiting for the human’s hand to tighten. To break her, just like the horror stories told to her all her life.

Nothing came. The silence was deafening. Slowly, Jane peeked out, scared at what she would see. The giant was just staring at her with a blank expression. And Jane stared back in shock. The borrower waited in fear for the human to do something, say something.

“It’s too early for this shit.” Was not what the borrower expected.

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Reviews and critique appreciated! Part 2 is in the works, the more feedback/notes I get the more priority it gets above my other projects ;)

Originally shared this over on the @brothersapart Discord, and from there I got the courage to post it here. Many thanks to all the lovely people over on there ^.^

[booplebuns]

Smol comic I did .. for the Stream… And also… based on a conversation I had. > w >

Edit: Oh and Coco belongs to my bby @korinich

[thisiswherewestay]

Delirium AU with starcrossedzodiac

There was a time when love was the most important thing in the world.                                                 People would go to the end of the earth to find it. They would tell lies for it.                                        Kill for it. 

             Then at least, they found the cure.

It has been 64 days since the consortium identified love as a disease, and 43 since the scientists perfected a cure. Everyone in Alex's family has had the cure, everyone always says it's safe and that it'll all be fine. It's been 9 years since Daniel had the cure, he says that we shouldn't even remember having amor deliria nervvosa. Also known as love. She's going to have the operation in exactly 100 days, June 22nd. Her 18th birthday. Alex is sat in school, looking out of the window, thinking. Every morning she writes on her hand how many days she has got left, whether it's to serve as a reminder or something she does out of comfort. Cynthia always used to write numbers on her left hand, since she went missing Alex has always done the same.  "Miss Diamond. I hate to see how the buildings outside will teach you about physics." My teacher said, looming over me. I was sat alone at the front corner of the room. "Now, head down and do the work." She turned and walked back to the centre of the room and carried on lecturing the students about the 'origins of the universe'. Or what the consortium has dictated is the origins. As the bell went, she clapped her hands. "Right class. I'll see you tomorrow, more about how we were all created. Dismissed." She turned her back and busied her self with cleaning the chalk board.  Alex got up slowly, picking up her books and her bag. Waiting till a good proportion of the class had left before attempting to make her way out of the class. She strode to make her way out of the class.