Howdy! I write giant / tiny (GT) stories of various genres! A lot of my stories are SFW, though I like to delve into darker and risqué themes when the mood strikes– keep an eye out for warning tags before stories.
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❄️ Shot in the Dark ❄️
Urban fantasy, romance, adventure, horror. A found family composed of a fairy and two monster hunters.
🍸 Print / Trinket Universe🍸
Sci-fi, romance, horror. A society where crimes are punishable by size change.
✨ The Heart Between Kingdoms ✨
Fantasy, fairytale, romance. A fairy princess and a human prince navigate a sweet romance.
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I just think how normally Pietro would be really quite hesitant about kissing Bobby unless he saw that he was ready to bc he'd be used to overwhelming him with a kiss to the face, but this time he has the opportunity to kiss more unexpectedly, although he absolutely is to avoid the question. I think he also kind of got in his mind that he has such a limited time to be human with Bobby that he just wants it to be the most fantastical experience he can have, while he can, and he might have considered not even telling Bobby about how short he has bc he didn't want to make him upset when he inevitably has to go again. But something about Bobby makes him not want to be deceptive... maybe bc he actually cares.
Bobby would hardly ever want to deny kisses from Pietro, but he is genuinely concerned and wants to know.
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Mmmmm soup of a hopeless narrative and a hopeful narrative conflicting each other in the form of Ryland Grace and Simon the Butcher.
Also Rocky's echo location would be real interesting against the blood ocean.
Every interaction I see of them scratches my brain just right 😭 Two heavily traumatized characters colliding and having their particular traumas lead to conflict in some ways and bonding in others?? The two of them trying to figure that shit out?? Sign me tf up forever, I literally can't get enough of it !!
Rocky's echolocation would be interesting in that scenario! But I'm devastated at the thought of him seeing the horrors down there 😭
Holy shit, it's been over 2 years since I've checked in on these babies!! 💕
So it has been a minute since I've consulted the timeline of their friends to lovers relationship, but I imagine this little scene takes place while they're in their "what are we??" phase :)
Print/Trinket Universe (Micah and Everly)
700~ words
Drabble List (and this also happens to coincide with "Soulmates" for GT July!)
“What are you moping about, Ev? It looks gorgeous out there.”
Everly didn’t grace that with a response right away. She glared out the polished glass window as the sun set over the distant skyline, painting the clouds in pinks and golds. She heard the scrape of a chair as Micah pulled up a seat behind her.
“I’m not moping,” she muttered.
Yes, she was, and she knew it.
When the band was on tour, she desperately wanted to be off tour to escape the stress. And when they were off tour, she wanted to die. She could brainstorm the lights and smoke colors for every verse of every song that Micah would perform, but it wasn’t real yet. Not until the real planning stages, where she’d have to fight like hell to be taken seriously.
Where did that leave her for now? Lounging around Micah’s extravagant house with little to do other than feel sorry for herself.
A gentle nudge of fingertips at her side made her prickle with uncertainty of how to react. She had come to welcome his touch. He was sweet. He always meant well. But times like this, when he didn’t understand her, she wanted to shove his big, stupid hand away.
She settled for shying away, hoping to get the message across. He did pull his hand away—but he also huffed out a sigh of frustration.
“How am I supposed to help if you won’t talk to me?”
Oh, she could definitely do without that testy tone of his voice.
She whipped her head around to glare at him. “What’s there to talk about? I don’t need to come running to you every time I don’t feel like smiling, you know!”
Once she started, she couldn’t stop, so she supposed she was giving him exactly what he wanted. Standing abruptly, she marched toward him until she reached the edge of the sill. He leaned away, and she felt the smallest flare of amusement and satisfaction that she could intimidate someone six times her size.
Jabbing a finger in his direction, she said, “Did you think that inviting me to move in here was going to solve all my problems? I’ve been fighting to survive all my life, Micah! Now, I’m just… just here. Taking up space and doing nothing, while every person I’ve ever cared about is still scraping by in the slums. The worst of it is that I don’t deserve to feel sad! I’m not the one suffering anymore, right? But it’s just… ugh!”
She finished with a frustrated growl and met Micah’s wide eyes. She couldn’t read his expression. Great. She’d probably pissed him off, and now they’d both be moping about it.
When it seemed like he wasn’t going to say anything, she looked down and rubbed her temples.
“I’m so fucking useless,” she said at the precise moment that he said, “I’m a fucking asshole.”
Her head shot back up. They gaped at each other.
“Don’t say that about yourself!” they blurted together.
Their overlapped voices made them both startle into silence for several more seconds.
Everly broke first. She couldn’t bring her hand to her mouth fast enough to bury the laugh that bubbled out of her. That finally broke Micah out of his stupor. He looked strangely relieved, as though her giggle had saved her from imploding. Leaning an elbow on the windowsill, he rested his head in his hand and looked down at her.
“You know, best friends finish each other’s sentences,” he said, smiling warmly. “But I have a theory.”
Part of her was frustrated to no end that he was trying to diffuse her outburst. Soft, soothing words didn’t fix the reality of the situation. But that was how he navigated discomfort, so she’d let it slide—for now.
She scoffed, utterly disarmed and pretending she wasn’t. “I’m dying to hear it.”
“Soulmates say entire sentences together.”
Rolling her eyes, she faced the window again and prayed that any added color on her face could be blamed on the fiery sunset. “Your theory is gross.”
bloodymary is so funny for many reasons. The author of Project Hail Mary literally pioneered the concept of hopeful, feel-good endings in Sci-Fi. Meanwhile Iron Lung comes from an indie horror project that begins as a one-off scare and ends as a story about who you become when there's no way to win.
PHM focuses on dying worlds. Iron Lung is filled with dead worlds.
If you put Simon (the convict) next to Rhyland Grace you'd have a hardened war criminal/terrorist staring down a middle-school science teacher.
They shouldn't make sense but both characters are shown to be the kindest, most empathetic characters in their narrative-who put a great deal of emphasis on life.
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Holy shit, it's been over 2 years since I've checked in on these babies!! 💕
So it has been a minute since I've consulted the timeline of their friends to lovers relationship, but I imagine this little scene takes place while they're in their "what are we??" phase :)
Print/Trinket Universe (Micah and Everly)
700~ words
Drabble List (and this also happens to coincide with "Soulmates" for GT July!)
“What are you moping about, Ev? It looks gorgeous out there.”
Everly didn’t grace that with a response right away. She glared out the polished glass window as the sun set over the distant skyline, painting the clouds in pinks and golds. She heard the scrape of a chair as Micah pulled up a seat behind her.
“I’m not moping,” she muttered.
Yes, she was, and she knew it.
When the band was on tour, she desperately wanted to be off tour to escape the stress. And when they were off tour, she wanted to die. She could brainstorm the lights and smoke colors for every verse of every song that Micah would perform, but it wasn’t real yet. Not until the real planning stages, where she’d have to fight like hell to be taken seriously.
Where did that leave her for now? Lounging around Micah’s extravagant house with little to do other than feel sorry for herself.
A gentle nudge of fingertips at her side made her prickle with uncertainty of how to react. She had come to welcome his touch. He was sweet. He always meant well. But times like this, when he didn’t understand her, she wanted to shove his big, stupid hand away.
She settled for shying away, hoping to get the message across. He did pull his hand away—but he also huffed out a sigh of frustration.
“How am I supposed to help if you won’t talk to me?”
Oh, she could definitely do without that testy tone of his voice.
She whipped her head around to glare at him. “What’s there to talk about? I don’t need to come running to you every time I don’t feel like smiling, you know!”
Once she started, she couldn’t stop, so she supposed she was giving him exactly what he wanted. Standing abruptly, she marched toward him until she reached the edge of the sill. He leaned away, and she felt the smallest flare of amusement and satisfaction that she could intimidate someone six times her size.
Jabbing a finger in his direction, she said, “Did you think that inviting me to move in here was going to solve all my problems? I’ve been fighting to survive all my life, Micah! Now, I’m just… just here. Taking up space and doing nothing, while every person I’ve ever cared about is still scraping by in the slums. The worst of it is that I don’t deserve to feel sad! I’m not the one suffering anymore, right? But it’s just… ugh!”
She finished with a frustrated growl and met Micah’s wide eyes. She couldn’t read his expression. Great. She’d probably pissed him off, and now they’d both be moping about it.
When it seemed like he wasn’t going to say anything, she looked down and rubbed her temples.
“I’m so fucking useless,” she said at the precise moment that he said, “I’m a fucking asshole.”
Her head shot back up. They gaped at each other.
“Don’t say that about yourself!” they blurted together.
Their overlapped voices made them both startle into silence for several more seconds.
Everly broke first. She couldn’t bring her hand to her mouth fast enough to bury the laugh that bubbled out of her. That finally broke Micah out of his stupor. He looked strangely relieved, as though her giggle had saved her from imploding. Leaning an elbow on the windowsill, he rested his head in his hand and looked down at her.
“You know, best friends finish each other’s sentences,” he said, smiling warmly. “But I have a theory.”
Part of her was frustrated to no end that he was trying to diffuse her outburst. Soft, soothing words didn’t fix the reality of the situation. But that was how he navigated discomfort, so she’d let it slide—for now.
She scoffed, utterly disarmed and pretending she wasn’t. “I’m dying to hear it.”
“Soulmates say entire sentences together.”
Rolling her eyes, she faced the window again and prayed that any added color on her face could be blamed on the fiery sunset. “Your theory is gross.”
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