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Gulliver's Curse Finale
The surprisingly alive Winchester sat dusty and disoriented under the moonlight. In the middle of the desert, the giant seemed the only thing visible. He had checked his leg and there was no chain. Whatever had saved him had freed him as well. Shaking his head, he recovered his bearings. First thing on his list was to find Sammy. Immediately after that, they would have to get the hell out of here. Standing up, Dean tried to shake up the sand that covered every inch of his body. The only thing he got from that was a nasty cough. Foregoing on his appearance for the moment, he began walking.
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After what felt like a couple of miles, the lost human finally saw something than the never-ending dunes. He couldn’t recognize what it was, only making out small spots in the dark. As he came closer, Dean realized it was a small town. Tiny houses that looked like incredibly realistic models were sprawled around. Toothpick like fences bordered gardens that could have fit in a single flowerpo
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Gulliver's Curse 4
It was at a hallway where Jenan couldn’t see or hear what was happening. It was getting dark and barely any light made it through the windows that opened up in the sides. Clouds covered the moon, making his duties harder than the casual stroll he was used to by now. The night shifts were the most mind-numbing boring tasks that could exist, if he didn’t count the instances when he had to listen to the General’s ramblings. He paced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
Suddenly he stopped. Something had moved by the corner of his eye, he was sure of it. Even in the dark, there was a flicker of movement in the other hall. Putting a hand in the hilt of his sword, the guard approached the intersection. Right before he turned around the corner, Jenan crouched. He could make another figure in the other hall. Silently unsheathing his weapon, he jumped on the other person. A cry of alarm was heard and both went tumbling to the ground.
“Got
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Gulliver's Curse 3
It was on the road back to town where Lemual found Sam. As she smiled at him, relief flooded her.
“Sam! I thought that by now we would have your giant of a brother running amuck here.”
She was teasing, but he frowned. “Dean’s not dangerous, you would know that if you met him. He’s chained down there so unless I can break them, he’s not gonna be able to move.”
“You can’t.” He suddenly turned to her. “I-I mean, you can’t break them, the chains. General Guthrie uses magic to imprison the hu… huge giants. It’s the only way to hold them down.”
“Them? Have there been more people like Dean in this island?”
Lemual reluctantly answered. “Well… some wash up in shore.” The way she said it made him stop in his tracks.
“And what does he do with them?”
The young woman didn’t answer, opting instead to look anywhere but him.
“Lem… what happens to them?
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Gulliver's Curse 2
By the time they arrived, Dean’s back and behind had fallen asleep. The gargantuan man wished he had slept a little himself, what with the rough night he had, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The small voices he heard now and then made him stay aware but he could barely catch a word they were saying. Besides, who knew what these little creeps might do to him while he was unconscious.
The annoying lightweight from earlier approached the huge man with his army, glowering at having such a large creature under his control.
“Release him to the void!” And then Dean was falling.
It was a short fall. He was wrapped in chains the second he touched the bottom. Groaning, he felt how sore his body was getting from all this crap. Lifting up his head, he growled at the tiny figures by the edge of his prison.
“What do you plan to do to me?”
From below, he could barely hear the smug response. “You’ll see soon enough.”
They left, and Dean loo
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Gulliver's Curse 1
When Sam came down for breakfast, he felt much better than when he woke up. Having his own clothes and a new perspective lifted his spirits. The Winchester followed the delicious smell to the dining room and almost couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a proper breakfast: a prepared meal with actual cutlery. Without hesitating, he sat down and started eating.
Coming from the kitchen was Lemual with a cup of coffee and a grin. “Glad to see someone likes my cooking.” She took a place in the table and started eating too, but at a much slower pace.
“Mmmh.” Embarrassed, Sam slowed down and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Sorry, it’s been awhile…”
“Don’t be.” She waved it off, but took notice of what he was going to say. “How are you feeling?”
“Great.” This time he wasn’t lying. He was strangely calm, even as something was nagging on the back of his mind. “Thanks for taking me in last nigh
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Literature
Gulliver's Curse Prologue
“Crap, there’s nothing here.”
Cursing as he took out the last book of the shelf, Dean stood up. After sitting for hours, he had to stretch out to get rid of the cramps. The hunter looked around the office, scanning the nautical paraphernalia that seemed to be the theme of the room. Even with that, the office was clearly elegantly put up, making the Winchesters the only out of place of the room. He seemed dissatisfied with his search and groaned as his back got rid of the last of the cramps.
“Did you find anything?”
To anyone it would seem like he was talking to thin air, but a small voice answered from the desk on the other side of the room.
“Nothing useful.” Stepping over from an anchor statue appeared a small man, barely four inches tall. “Everything looks normal over here.”
“Figures.” The older, and larger, brother got closer to take a better look. “This guy is as clean as it comes, even if he’s a little n
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Iron Songbird 20
Hank yawned. “I don’t know how you manage to do it daily. It must be exhausting.” And it was. The size-shifter had never been as tired as when he was doll size. “And on top of everything, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!”
Robin shrugged. “I’ve never known different.”
Hank couldn’t fathom his whole life as a tiny person. Going up the stairs like hiking, furniture the size of buildings and giants everywhere you looked…”
He tried to stop that frightening train of thought and focused in other matters. “I want to study and analyze your metabolism, with your consent of course. It can’t be that different from a human’s, only adapted to your stature. Surely, with all the energy you use daily, it needs to compensate somehow or cope in ways that aren’t common…”
As he kept on rambling on her anatomy and body conditions, Robin couldn’t help compare the two science fanatic humans on her life. Tony
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For the next few hours, Hank got a grasp on how life was for Robin. Everything was ridiculously enormous and heavy (he learned that the hard way). Things that he counted on as granted every day were more complicated. Like for instance, just to get off the table to the ground, they had to climb down. Robin did it unconsciously and it was the first time he noticed all the ropes and ladders in his lab. They were everywhere and he realized how string was now his principal mode of transportation.  
They moved from the lab to the living room. Robin had to stop to either help Hank move through the rug or to keep him from getting easily distracted.
“I swear, you’re worse than a chipmunk.” She muttered as she led him underneath the coffee table.
Hank barely heard her as he looked at how tall it was. By itself, it looked like a building made of wood.
“I just can’t believe how big everything is! I mean, that table doesn’t even go past my knees any other da
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Alice in Undertale Chapter 24
Alice in Undertale
By Lolitafreak88
Chapter 24 Judgement First, Promise Afterward
Wearily, Alice carried on the path, finding that the floor design changed back to that of Muffet’s. She had never felt quite so mentally exhausted before and it wasn’t a pleasant sensation. What she heard just now from Alphys did clear things up a bit. Alphys seemed to have suffered from a lack of self-confidence for some time before Alice came down here. Considering her social awkwardness, lack of consideration towards one’s privacy, and strange interests in promoting false history, it made a lot of sense to her. Alphys must’ve saw Alice’s arrival as a chance to make herself feel fulfilled as either the Royal Scientist or just as Alphys in particular. After all, if every other monster was hunting Alice, why shouldn’t she have some fun with the human girl herself? This perfectly explains how and why she orchestrated this scenario with Mettaton and why she seems in contr
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Thorns (G/t) Chapter 1
Something was different today.
I could feel it welling up in my bones.
I was staring out from our sunroom at the edge of the house facing the backyard, the walls entirely made up of windows, and that's when I felt it. This stirring in my ribs, all this built up energy that was pushing me towards....the woods.
Why the woods? I had never traveled back there...well not completely. When I was younger my little 5 year old feet had managed to crawl themselves over the fence in a spur of exploration, only to be stopped by my dads arms before my legs had hit the ground.
"You can never go back there, Rose." He had told me.
"It's forbidden property. You wouldn't want to get yelled at by the neighbors, would you?"
My chubby toddler cheeks quickly nodded, terrified of the mysterious neighbors my dad had always told me about above the hill next to us that owned those woods. He smiled with relief, pushing blonde hair away from my eyes.
I had never met them, and I never really wanted too.
But here I
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Chase In Lilliput
All it took was one misplaced step, and suddenly Chase didn’t have solid ground under him. His arms flailed up from his sides in a desperate bid to grab onto a branch or vine or something, but they only found air. He tilted uncontrollably and toppled, claimed by the slope.
He rolled down a muddy hill, miraculously avoiding rocks and thick tree trunks while crushing small ferns instead. Twigs scratched his face and his eyes shut tight as he tried to stop his descent. He wasn’t far from the seaside cliffs, and the knowledge seized his breath in his chest.
And then he reached the edge.
The sun blinded Chase’s already-confused vision as the trees and underbrush suddenly parted. His yelp of terror to find only open air around him was swallowed by the rushing wind and the steady crash of the waves on the nearby shore. The cliffs at the edge of the coast were a few stories high at their shortest; the fall would break him on the sand below.
He only flailed and twisted
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - 1
Oscar shuddered and hugged his arms closer to his center. A distant machine roared, and the metallic sound vibrated all around him. He had to cup his hands over his mouth, a quick attempt to warm his shaking fingers. Oscar’s limbs were stiff as he sought his exit from the air duct.
A late heat wave had prompted the air conditioning to be turned on at full blast. Oscar inwardly cursed the unpredictable weather even as he found the loose panel of metal that was his escape.
Seconds later, Oscar was wending his way past support beams instead. His familiar route home in the walls wasn’t as dusty as the rest of the motel. He worked to keep his “neighborhood” clear, so his steps found no large pebbles of dust as he padded along. Even safely in the walls, Oscar stayed quiet. Years of habit sealed up his voice while he was out of his home. A lot of his luck owed to that natural sense of caution.
Recent adventures aside, Oscar faced everything with a healthy wariness.
He
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Matthew and Mina: Bad Dreams (G/t)
A small cry and a whimper caused Matthew to snap his eyes open from his slumber and stir.  Sitting up in bed his ears perked up and listened before he heard it again.
"Mina?" he slipped out of bed wearing his pajama bottoms he had foregone his night shirt and made a bee line for Mina's room.  He went out into the hall and made a quick right, the house was built to accommodate both him and Mina but her bedroom was massive for her, nearly as much space as a small house but to her father it was a small space.
He wanted to make it bigger but Mina loved it since it was right next to his.  Mina's tiny door was below, built into a sliding door, Matthew gently opened the door and peeked in.  "Mina? Honey?"
He heard a faint cry and sniffle, leaning down his eyes adjusted, her night light illuminated her bed.  Matthew could see a lump underneath her blanket, reaching down with his finger he gently lifted the blanket to see her tear filled eyes looking up at him.
"Bad dre
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A Gift Like No Other ((Progressing...))
He sat cross-legged in front of her, watching amused as she stood at the ready. She kept her eyes trained on his. Until his hand moved, that is.
She gasped and took off running in the opposite direction, but was thwarted by him easily reaching over her head and placing his hand in her path. She barely managed to stop before she rammed into his palm, almost immediately trying to push off it again.
But he gave her no such chance. His fingers quickly curled around her and he slid his hand back towards him, pulling her along.
She struggled and fought his grasp, but his fingers essentially caged her to his palm and she couldn't get free. She pushed at the digits, inspiring a chuckle from the towering teen, and froze.
The sound vibrated through her from his palm and she retracted her hands from his skin, pulling them close to her body. She tried to refrain from contact, centering herself in the flesh enclosure...
There was a moment of peace, neither party moving nor speaking. The girl was tr
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I'm more of a writer than an actual artist, but if I'm inspired enough I can be creative. I actually play the guitar so I guess that counts as being artistic besides writing. I love working with pastel crayons, any type of pastel crayons. My favorite music genres are 90's Alternative Rock, Metal, Electronic and Pop. Plus 80's music.

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A llama called for a llama, so I just spread some llama love
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