#galefic

Simon wakes up in an ocean of blood, in a body he knows he shouldn't have, because his body was supposed to have been vaporized cell by cell in an explosive decompression. This isn't all bad, maybe he'd even hazard a guess that it's a good thing, but the fact that he can touch the surface of the water and feels the bottom of the ocean right at his back at the same time may present a problem. He's become something bigger than us.

4.3k words contains: Blood (no shit?), cosmic horror, cosmic giant, Simon lives AU (if you call this living) (I do <3)

When he sucks in a breath, it is blood. Not air, like he tried so desperately to believe. But what’s the difference? It relieves him just the same, it doesn’t even feel like it’s that heavy or thick or even that different from the air back home. In and out, simple as, when he should be drowning and choking on scalding hot ichor or his bones should be cracking under the weight of the ocean. He is floating, weightless in the blood on his stomach. When he reaches forward, he sees his bare arm tinted red in this gory sea and his hand digs into dirt or rock or blood, it doesn’t matter because whatever he does makes the water-blood that should be opaque (but isn’t, somehow) a little cloudy. Somehow he knows what he’s touching is the bottom of the sea, maybe because that’s where he has been this whole time. Simon twists his body that he shouldn’t have and yet does, and it’s strange that it’s so second-nature to him all of a sudden because the closest experience he’s had to swimming in his life was when the gravity drives on Eden would fail and everyone would hit their head on a ceiling, grabbing onto whatever they could as they floated and knocked into each other. Belly up he goes, resting on his back. Above him are the stars, the ghostlight, twinkling and fading with each breath because it’s all gone. All of it. We’re right here. Shut the fuck up.

Former mech pilot Nicholas Roosa hasn't had sex in three years. His mech's living Core, and partner in a previous life, is going to change that.

3.9k words, Contains: T4T, mouthplay, porn with feelings, monstrous giant with claws and fangs

“Seein’ you all comfortable like that. It was nice.” “And?” “And it just got me all nostalgic, is all. Thinkin’ about some things.” A hint of understanding flashed across Morgan’s face. His smile was slight, but carried the same teasing air that his tone now took. “What sort of things, Nicky?” Nick’s cheeks grew warm. He suddenly felt very scrutinized and observed under Morgan’s gaze, very seen in a way he hadn’t been in a very long time. It was enough to make him squirm in his mild discomfort. “Just…about the sort of stuff we used to get up to.” Morgan’s look grew more mischievous, there was the glint of his serrated teeth behind his lips as his smile grew wider. He was becoming insufferable. Nick could not let him toy any further. “What sort of stuff–” “Fucking.” Nick answered.

After his arrest, Morgan Faulkner was given two choices: be sentenced to death, or allow the government to use his body as the Core powering their enormous, anti-Echidnid Mech suits. The right choice seemed obvious, but as time would tell, both he and his makers would end up having a great deal of buyer's remorse.

CW: police brutality, government corruption, violence, cruelty, mild body horror, laboratory experimentation

A group of small-time urban exploration Youtubers have hatched a plan to film their most daring, thrilling video yet: an inside peek inside the enclosure of Typhon the Naga, within the world-famous Myths of the Realm theme park.

10.3k words Contains: giant naga, unwilling and willing non-fatal vore, fearplay, implied abuse/forced starvation (the character of Al the Alligataur belongs to @jabberfoxy !)

Are you brave enough to embark on a once in a lifetime expedition to witness the World’s First Naga™ like never before? Myths of the Realm™ welcomes you to venture deep where no guest has gone, delving into the Bed of Typheus™ for a thrilling adventure you and your family won’t ever forget! Pilot our specially designed Mythos All-Terrain Roamer™ through the uneven, wild, and immersive landscape of Typhon the Naga’s™ forest home. Experience what it truly feels like to be a prey to our park’s Fiercest Apex Predator™ in an adrenaline rush that can’t be found anywhere else! Do you have what it takes?* *Myths of the Realm™ is not liable to any injuries sustained nor personal items lost/damaged in participation of the Typhon Challenge™

Cadfael, a king supposedly "blessed" with immense size and strength, has a brief encounter with one of the commonfolk after he invaded and destroyed their city.

1k words Contains: mentions/descriptions of destruction, "cruel" giant in so far as he's numb to what he's doing

“Beast!” The man cried again. The man picked up a stone, about the size of his fist, and hurled it as hard as he could at the giant. It bounced off his boot, and if it weren’t for the clatter of rock against the ground shortly after, Cadfael would have thought it disappeared altogether for how little he felt it. “Kinslayer! We know of your sins even here, you wicked coward!” As a smile played on his lips, and a rueful chuckle left him as those words settled in the air. How funny, he thought, to claim that was one of my many sins.

A man outgrowing the universe itself finds himself face-to-face with a much different existential crisis than he originally imagined he would.

2.6k words Contains: omnipotent/omniscient giant, mind-reading, growing out of universe, meta elements, mentions of vore having taken place but nothing actually done

“So you…made me grow, because you were writing a story? Am I…I mean, am I real?” “Well, of course you are! I couldn’t make up someone so boring, you know.” Oh, this assh– Caelestis cleared his throat loudly, making him jump. This…asinine circumstance has really thrown me for a loop? “That was the worst save you could have possibly done, but I’ll forgive and forget. Yes, you are real. Yes, I was writing a story about you growing and causing wanton destruction. What I wanted was for you to take the reins and really make it your own, but you are just…so…unoriginal.”