Your Good Pal Darius!

I have a school trip to new york this spring, and am looking for some extra cash on the side for payment. Commission money goes to the trip.

Examples

An Object Camp

Compete for many prizes!

Prize 1.) The Host! I love Ebby, but I fear she would be put to better use in someone else’s hands. The winning player gains ownership of Ebby, her assets, etc. You can use her design (and lovely personality) in any project!

Prize 2.) A Team! I’m also giving away one of the preset teams for the winning player to use in their own projects. The team I’m giving away is already decided, but it won’t be revealed until the end.

Prize 3.) A College Diploma. the winning object receives a diploma in their chosen subject. Which brings us to the next thing…

Challenges.

Challenges are split in two parts.

Quiz: Each challenge is prefaced by a quiz pertaining to the subject of the challenge. Quiz questions may not reflect the exact severity of the challenge itself.

Challenge: A physical test of skill in the chosen subject.

Subjects are randomly chosen from the list of fields put into submissions. Each preset character has a subject already chosen, but you can change it if you want to use a preset character.

Tone

This camp is meant to be taken seriously. I want detailed responses and proof of teamwork among teams. Each team is a small 3 players big at the beginning, so I should be able to see 3 different people’s work. I want whoever wins my characters to be a creative, competent writer.

this is in the rules but I’ll restate it here, I don’t want any god-tier characters in this camp. You can have a neat gimmick, but I don’t want anyone being so powerful that they can win without restraint.

Logistics

TEOTS will be a 15 contestant camp. There will be 5 teams of 3. There is NO excusing from a challenge. Challenges will last until everyone has completed. I’m going to try not to be too rigid here, but I really want my contestants to care about the game and the prize.

And with that, Welcome to the field!

https://discord.gg/cHWCzYDh

Giant finds tiny and grabs them so they don't get away, and the tiny starts shaking a pleading not to he hurt, and the giant just has to try consoling them even though the tiny is scared out of their mind

Giant *yells* at a tiny, perhaps out of genuine anger, maybe even squeezing them by accident, and the tiny just starts crying, not knowing what to say or do, and the giant slowly realizes they took it to far and just just completely shift 180 into being soft and comforting, trying to fix their mistake

Giant thinks their being good and nice to the tiny since the tiny is going and agreeing with everything they say, but the tiny is actually scared out of their god damn mind, only going with the giant out of fear, which keeps building up until the tiny accidentally screams or runs away or does something that lets the giant know how scared they were, which just devastates them

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I did a weird thing here where the fearplay was definitely intentional at first, but they both went their separate ways. The big guy moved on and became a better person but didn’t really get the chance to apologize.

The tiny stewed in their fear and lived as a recluse for months fearing the giant would find them.

This scene of unintentional fearplay is the aftermath of them finally seeing each other again.

This part actually isn’t supposed to come out for like a week so

Hehehe

Your giant taking you swimming. My favourite scenario like ever

they’re tugging their shirt off, completely unbothered, muscles stretching, skin catching in the light—and you’re just standing there, frozen, all six inches of you gaping up at this tower of casual divinity. They don’t even realize they’ve turned into a walking monument of skin. They’re just getting ready to swim. But to you? it’s like watching a mountain shed clouds.

in the water, they move slow, but even slow sends waves rolling in every direction. You float helplessly in the current, spinning in a little whirlpool like a leaf. every shift of their arms sends ripples that tug you gently along. it’s playful. unintentional. massive.

Maybe them cupping you in their hands—fingers curled in like a cradle, palms full of warm, rippling water. your own private pool.

You try to swim after them, but there’s no hope of catching up. Their strides are too big, too smooth, and suddenly they’re gone—ducked beneath the surface, becoming a large shadow from the deep. The water goes still.

When they rise—they’re like some ancient and godlike sea creature, water cascading off their shoulders, hair slicked back, smile breaking across their face as they spot you spinning circles like a wayward boat. You gawking. They laugh.

You tire quickly, of course. and without a word, they scoop you up, cradle you for a second, and place you gently on top of their sun warmed head.

Just like that.

From your perch in their wet hair, you watch the world glide by—watch them glide, really. Their back flexes with every slow stroke, their shoulders pulling like tectonic plates with every movement. The water churns around them, like they were carved from seafoam and thunder. And you? you’re just along for the ride. drifting. weightless. tiny. safe.

Every so often, they glance up at you with that sheepish little grin. Like they’re the lucky one.

You, stretched out on their chest after the swim—soaked and breathless, clinging to their warmth like it’s the only sun that matters. Your curled into the dip between their collarbone and shoulder, so tiny it’s like laying across a sunbaked boulder that happens to breathe. One of their massive fingers moves lazily, brushing your back in slow arcs, and your whole body tingles from the attention.

You sigh, melting into them. You could fall asleep right here.

Babe this post is a cute little fluff shitpost about tiny people using pancakes as blankets— IF I POST A PICTURE OF MY TORTILLA SHAPED BLANKET AM I GONNA GET BANNED OR SUM?!