Chase in Lilliput – New Friend (2/2)

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Chase fidgeted on Jacob’s shoulder, impatient for his idea to come to fruition. He was pretty sure Bobby would be home, and the guy hadn’t met Jacob yet. What better way to introduce him?

He grinned at the first sign of movement past the curtains. A hand grasped cloth and Chase leaned forward eagerly. The way Jacob knelt by the house, Chase had a perfect view of Bobby’s face as it came into view. The curtain swept aside, and–

“Oh what the fu-” Bobby blurted, falling out of sight as quickly as he’d appeared.

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Chase in Lilliput – New Friend (1/2)

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Jacob couldn’t think of a worse idea, but Chase convinced him anyway. He had a way of making bad ideas seem minor. Any concerns about them were met with fast, reasonable reassurances.

Until the plan was in action. Then those same reassurances were trampled by not-so-theoretical concerns.

Case in point, it thrilled no one that a giant stood in the street. He hadn’t stepped on anything or bumped into buildings, but all the same he took up a lot of space. Even trying to stay out of the way, he couldn’t avoid blocking the way. He really wished he hadn’t listened to Chase.

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Bike Ride

“Why aren’t we going in the car-thing again?”

Bowman’s voice, close to Jacob’s ear thanks to the sprite’s cautious perch on his shoulder, rang clear with skepticism. In response, Jacob smirked and shrugged his shoulder just enough to bob the tiny sprite up and down once. “I thought you were tired of the car after the drive all the way here,” he pointed out.

Bowman’s tiny boots shifted as he flinched to keep his balance. Once certain he wouldn’t fall, one leafy wing slapped Jacob’s neck. “I was,” he insisted. “But if we’re going somewhere outside, I’d rather not be seen, and you can’t run fast enough to keep me out of sight.”

“It’s true,” Jacob lamented. “But I’m not planning on running there. Lemme just show you.”

He considered that fair warning for the front door of the house to open up. Jacob stepped onto the small front porch and paused to assess the world outside. A slight breeze cooled off the warm day, and only a few clouds drifted around overhead. The tidy lawns of the neighborhood, some littered with kids’ toys, grew verdant and green and so much more restrained than the plant life of Bowman’s home forest.

Jacob had been personally scolded for that, of course. As though he personally had made lawns so common.

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Awry

( A short flash fiction written as a prize for a contest held over on DeviantArt )

Eral came to after the fight had concluded. By the pained groans throughout the courtyard, he hadn’t been out for more than a few minutes. That, at least, was a good sign. He also noted that Elias stood at the center of the courtyard, surveying the damage and looking mostly unharmed. Another good thing.

“Eral? Buddy?” Elias called. Genuine concern colored his voice.

Eral waved his arms but didn’t move to stand. “Here, dummy. Look for the only green here!”

Elias zeroed in on him, and if Eral wasn’t hazy from pain, he’d relish the shock on that face. Not much could throw Elias off like that.

Heavy footsteps shook the stone ground as Elias rushed towards Eral. His shadow barely engulfed the fallen pixie before he dropped into a kneel. Eral leaned back in time with Elias leaning over him, though he couldn’t hope to keep his personal space at this point.

As usual when met with any level of fussing over him, Eral rolled his eyes. “You look awful, Elias. Maybe you oughta kick back a bit. Rein in the storm tricks for a day or two.”

Elias blinked. “Eral, your wings… doesn’t that hurt?”

The question brought with it a new aching wave of pain as if spoken into being. Eral winced, ever aware of the bent and crumpled wings at his back. “Yes, Elias, it hurts. Next dumb question, please.”

Instead, Elias reached down to scoop Eral into his cupped palms, moving slowly and with an unusual amount of restraint. “I thought. Well, damn. I thought I’d waited to set off the blast. Eral, I’m sorry.”

Seeing Elias so subdued and remorseful, Eral sighed. He couldn’t have kept up the teasing much longer, anyway. His wings did hurt. Badly. “You probably did. I didn’t count on someone throwing things at me.” One wing twitched and he grimaced. “I spun. The wind went off. I hit the wall.”

Elias winced in sympathy. “Can they be fixed?”

“Well yeah. Just gotta find a healer. You’ll be doing all the footwork, though. I’m not navigating for you today.”

Elias smirked. “I’ll try not to get lost without your scouting,” he quipped as he turned for the exit of the courtyard.

“Big ask, I know,” Eral shot back. He was tired enough to lie back on the hands supporting him, but his wings never let him rest. “Just don’t get held up by any authorities. No stalling.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Elias murmured as he fled the courtyard, leaving the unconscious others to be caught with all the evidence of their crimes. Once he ducked into a side street, he glanced down at Eral again. “I’ll getcha taken care of in no time, pal.” A thumb curled inward to nudge at Eral’s side.

Eral scoffed, but it was more of an amused sound. Rather than push the thumb away, he hooked an arm over it to steady himself. Every giant step Elias took swayed in his hands, but all the same Eral appreciated the effort. “I know, buddy. Then we’ll hit the pub.”

“It’s a date,” Elias quipped, his familiar grin appearing at last.

Belated Announcement

I’ve been extremely absent from my blog for … well, an embarrassing amount of time. But! I have a pretty good reason. Last month I began the preparations for a move several states away from where I grew up, and at the very end of March I finally made that leap! I had the stalwart emotional support of @nightmares06​, who managed to fly out to where I was so we could drive all the way back in a race against time. We made it back just before several states in New England cracked down on this pandemic with more stay at home orders and the like.

So now, I have taken up residence in Massachusetts! I have work lined up (we’ll see how long this work from home shenanigans goes on), and I’ve been keeping busy settling in.

I’m eager to get back into writing, however. I’ve missed it! The flurry of the last few months is beginning to settle down, so I’m pleased to note that I will indeed be getting back into practice.

Stay tuned later for a one-shot based on the Brothers Asunder AU created by myself and nightmares (find more information @brothersapart​ or here ): Dean Asunder!

Anonymous Message

anonymous asked: Do Lilliputian!Chase’s parents ever warm up to Jacob? Also, how does Jacob keep clean in a land of tinies? I can’t imagine repeated dips in the sea helps after too long… (Hello!! I love your writing, it’s very immersive and entertaining!!


(Aaaah, thank you so much! I’m sorry for letting this go unanswered for so long! I have a bit of a backlog of posts to make.)

They sorta do, I guess? Chase’s parents can’t exactly force a giant to go away, and Chase insists that he sticks around. So they gotta get used to him somehow. At least Chase looks after him, and he looks after Chase in turn. Minnie has probably also put in a good word.

As for giant hygiene, I’m certain Jacob has found ways to get clean water. He can also find a river if he wanders a bit away from the city. Lucky he’s already pretty good at roughing it!

Looking Forward?

I wanted to make a recap of the decade type post like I’ve seen all around, but the more I think about it the more daunting such a thing sounds! I did a lot of growing up since 2010. I went to college and got a degree for the first half of it, and now I’m working a Big Kid job like some kind of adult! I can summarize a bit of the writerly side of things, at least.

For one thing, I didn’t do much writing at all during college. I simply didn’t leave myself the time, and with a demanding course schedule, internships, and extremely unhealthy sleeping habits, writing my stories just didn’t happen. The closest I got was by starting D&D, which helped me get that creative outlet without having to, y’know, actually write the whole thing out (and also gave me several of my favorite OCs, most of whom have appeared on the blog already).

Then, I escaped graduated school, and suddenly the writing just wanted so much to happen again! It was at that point that I began writing with who is now one of my dearest friends, @creatorofuniverses​! I am so blessed that she wandered into my inbox answering a call for RP buddies. We created the Trust multiverse together, and anyone who follows that series knows how much it expanded in a short time.

I don’t say this publicly very often, but the Trust multiverse is also the reason I was able to finish my first draft of Bowman of Wellwood (if anyone remembers way back when it’s original title was Seeing Eye to Eye). I literally couldn’t have published my first novel (2018! I can’t believe I did it!) without my writing buddies.

I started participating in National Novel Writing Month, I wrote collaborative works with several extremely talented writers ( a special shoutout to @kimstaticchild​ and @little-miss-maggie​, who have gone on to publish several novels of their own! They’re incredibly hard workers and I owe so much of my growth as a writer to what I learned from them).

Somewhere in there I sort of started to watch Supernatural (yeah yeah I was like ten years late to that club). Then I read a fanfiction of the show that made me like it even more, and the rest, as they say, is history. I started talking with @nightmares06​ about the show and especially her AU, @brothersapart​. I even created a fanfic of her fanfic (which amused the hell out of me, as a concept), which gave birth to my dear Oscar the OC, and he has never left my mind since.

Oscar got me an in to cowrite with nightmares as well, and my gosh I got myself into the world of crossover fanfiction, bringing my favorite OCs into collaborative works with yet another lifelong friend.

The last few years are just a blur of ups and downs with my personal confidence in my writing. While I went through that, I had my friends there to help me remember that I actually know a thing or two about writing. At some point I even added in another buddy, @borrowedtimeandspace​, and I honestly feel so rich to have such a good support network.

I’ve had trouble accepting my solo work as any good from time to time, and that translated into my collaborative efforts. Every one of my cowriters understood and helped me through it, and I literally tear up every time I think about how much they’ve helped me (I’m allowed to be cheesy in my decade recap post).

This new decade is gonna be more hopeful for me. I’m going to start it off by going on a trip with my current cowriter buddies, and I can’t tell you how excited I am for that. 

NaNoWriMo Day 30

It’s a win!

I made it to the end of the goal despite a cold really kicking my butt for the last half of the month. I’m so pleased with how it came together, especially with all the new characters and the perspective(s) of a plural system.

Finnraal did a good job. It’s time for him to get some much deserved rest.

Word Count: 50040

Excerpt:

“No,” he said wearily, revealing none of his qualms. “I’m afraid that is a mission too large for someone like me.”

“But … you saved all of us!”

Finnraal sighed. “Someone else made me aware of the situation. He told me a lot of children were at risk here.” He glanced down at where Elodie hid timidly behind him. “My mission is to make sure kids like us don’t grow up alone.”

The young man pursed his lips and glanced Elodie’s way, and then back at the group of young people milling about near the center of the room. “There’s not all that many of us,” he said, some doubt creeping into his voice again. “And we’re all so fresh. What if they don’t listen?”   

Finnraal smiled. “If Eshin here has taught me anything, it’s that people your age have no trouble at all making yourselves known and heard,” he quipped. “And I’m not that much older than you, if you’re after credentials. I would have to shout just as loudly, but my voice is more useful when it’s quiet.”

NaNoWriMo Day 29

Happy (late) Thanksgiving to those of you who celebrated it! I had a nice quiet day with my mom decorating cookies yesterday. And then today I’ve slept a lot and avoided any sort of stores. Oh, and also I’ve made a lot of progress on my NaNo project, which is awesome. I don’t usually like running right up until the end of the month with it, but the remainder is pretty manageable and I’m honestly really proud of how much I got written with a brand new story and batch of characters.

Word Count: 49386

Excerpt: 

“Finn?” Eshin tilted his head to try to meet his gaze.

Finnraal didn’t know how long he’d been standing there staring. His body ached and he was tired right to his bones. He shook himself off and took a steadying breath, if only to stay awake until he could get himself home safely.

“Still Finn, right?” Eshin asked again, this time quieter and with a deeper understanding.

Finnraal nodded absently, then blinked. “Yes. Finn, at the moment. Mostly.”

Eshin smiled. “I wanted to introduce you to someone I met when I arrived here,” he said, before turning just enough to reveal the small figure hiding shyly behind him.

It was a young human child, wispy and shaky. One of her hands had been replaced with a mechanical one. The fingers on it twitched in constant, jerky motions as if not calibrated quite right.

“This is Elodie,” Eshin said quietly, even as Finnraal knelt down to be on her level. “Elodie, this is Finn. The one I told you about.”

Elodie scanned Finnraal with a guarded expression in her too young and too knowing eyes. She’d been through quite enough already, and she inched closer to Eshin before she found the bravery to speak. “You have a house for … little kids like me?” she said. Her voice shook as if she might cry at any second.

Finnraal smiled and held out a hand. “Little kids like you, and big kids like Eshin,” he said. “Sometimes it gets a little noisy, but if you don’t mind having a lot of brothers and sisters, it’s not so bad.”

NaNoWriMo Day 25

I’m making a post before I start writing today to prove I’m still alive and working on Nano! It’s just been very busy and I keep finishing up words late at night and just conking out in bed. It’s been … a crazy month, to put it lightly. But! The story is really coming along and I’m very excited about that. 😀

Riddle continues to be a snarky little smokeball. Who dares cause mischief when it’s been clearly established that he is the mischief boss?

Word Count: 44863

Excerpt:

The world always looked so solid when he fronted, or came too close to one of the others. Their perception of everything was so grounded. Riddle, as a child of the abstract, tended to view everything by the webs that tangled between them when he was in the inner world.

There were almost no webs in sight here, which offered him a very obvious clue.

“Someone trying to mess?” he called out. He didn’t have a mouth or a voice box with which to speak, but all the same he conveyed a coy yet threatening tone without issue. He roiled with glee when wherever he was didn’t even bother to echo his question back to him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you aaaaare,” he hissed. This time, he indulged in the sinister tone he’d used as a pure habit back when the body was much younger. Back then, he’d been truly nasty to his headmates on occasion.

He was well past that, but that didn’t mean he’d let the old skills go to waste. Something was afoot, and he was already following one of the webs tugging at his awareness. At the end of that link, he would find answers to who exactly thought they could cause trouble in his headspace.

That was his job, and everyone else had kindly agreed to it.