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Vore sitcom, but the stereotypical "confession room" is just the pred's tummy :)
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Cursed Cravings, Chapter 4: Small Mercies
In which the deal is made, and Christopher sends Nathan on his way. Contains: ~1.5k words | Chapter 1 | Read this story on A03!
Danny’s heart was racing as Christopher sauntered seemed further into the house without another word, towards the room he’d come from originally—having placed another hand beneath the one that held Danny, holding her close to his chest. Until she saw Nathan for sure, until she was able to confirm his wellbeing with her own eyes, she couldn’t focus on the predicament she’d landed herself in, or the unknown threat of what was to come once she was alone with this giant. She only wanted to see her friend again—after spending an entire day worrying whether or not he was even alive, it would be enough to put her fears to rest.
Christopher turned the corner into a huge room filled with ornate furnishings—chairs and chaises covered in plush fabric and gold filigree sitting atop a wide, expensive-looking rug the color of fresh blood. There were so many things that made an attempt to pull Danny’s attention toward them that she almost didn’t see what they were heading towards, at the far end of the room against the wall.
An elaborate golden cage sat atop several equally elaborate, thin golden legs—she thought that perhaps it could have been a birdcage at one point, though it held nothing of the sort inside of it.
Her friend sat in the middle of the cage, dwarfed many times over by the size of his gilded prison. The bars sat far enough apart that Nathan could have squeezed between them easily, but the simple fact that the cage sat at chest height with their giant host was enough to discourage a jump down to the floor. 
“NATHAN!” Danny cried, twisting as much as she could to try and face him properly, scowling as her attempts were met with the stubborn resistance of Christopher’s fist, which only seemed to tighten around her. “ARE YOU OKAY?” 
She had to shout—for even if this giant fuck had seemed to be able to hear her from the floor earlier, Nathan’s ears were surely not as sharp, and the distance between them now seemed as vast as an ocean, though they were only a room apart—a few strides by the giant’s measure. 
Nathan cowered in the middle of the cage, his knees pulled up to his chest, but when he heard Danny’s voice he stood up abruptly, rushing toward the bars of the cage in front of him and gripping them tightly. “Danny!” he called, though his voice seemed weaker than she remembered, strained with a tight and asphyxiating fear. “W-what are you…what are you doing here?” 
“She’s come to take your place,” Christopher said simply, closing the distance to the cage and taking a key from his pocket—one that seemed almost for show, given the size of the cage and the fact that he likely could have plucked Nathan from between its bars. 
“Wh…Danny, no!” Nathan shook and trembled, his face gripped with terror all of a sudden, his knuckles turning white as they held the cage even tighter. “You can’t!” 
Danny’s face fell as she looked to him, a weight plunging into her chest and awakening a deep and caustic anger within her. Nathan didn’t look any worse for wear physically, but she’d never seen him so shaken before. He was quivering harshly, all color drained from his features. 
“Did he do something to you?” she snarled, the edges of her vision becoming tinged in red. 
Christopher didn’t give Nathan a chance to respond, unlocking the cage and reaching in to grab him—despite Nathan’s attempt at dodging the giant’s grip. 
Nathan didn’t answer her question—instead, he began to beg with the giant that held him. “No, please! I’ll stay! I’ll stay here, just let her leave!” Tears began to well up in Nathan’s eyes as he pleaded, weakly succumbing to Christopher’s hold as the giant brought him out of the cage, closing his fingers around him.
“A deal’s a deal,” Christopher said, his voice almost devoid of emotion entirely. It infuriated Danny beyond belief—that her rage and Nathan’s despair almost seemed invisible to this bastard, that neither seemed able to reach him. 
Oh, she would make him hear her. She had no plans to just give up, but she couldn’t risk Nathan’s safety. He had to get out safely, before Christopher changed his mind.
After that, all bets were off.
“Nathan, just get out, please. Buddy’s tied up outside with supplies, just take him and get as far away as you can.” Danny’s voice was tense and sharp as she tried to keep it steady. She felt just a hair away from blowing up, from doing her very best to claw deep, bloody wounds into Christopher’s skin.
“I can’t just leave you here!” Nathan whimpered. “You can’t…you can’t…”
Christopher set Danny inside the cage, her body finally free from the giant’s grip as it fell against the cold metal beneath her. She forced herself to remain still there, though every nerve in her body wanted to rush forward, to jump through the bars at the giant and scream, to tear something apart. She tried to meet Nathan’s eyes as best she could as Christopher stuck the key in the lock of her cage.
“I’ll be fine, Nate. Just go.” Her eyes burned with resolve and desperation. Please. Please just go. Please be safe.
Nathan choked on his words, still trembling in the giant’s grip as Christopher turned to leave. “How long will you k-keep her here? You can’t…you can’t keep her f-forever!” 
Christopher gave a short laugh, as if this was all some mildly amusing joke. Danny glared daggers into his back as he walked away. “Oh, not forever. A month should be sufficient for her to repay your debt.” 
He probably thinks we should be grateful for that, doesn’t he? Fucker. 
“A-a month?” Nathan squeaked, but if he said anything else, Danny didn’t catch it—they’d already turned the corner and left her alone in that room, seething in her pretty, barren prison. 
Her home for the next month, apparently. 
Even if all the poison in her gaze could have actually melted the golden bars before her, it would still be a long way to the floor—escape, at least for the moment, seemed rather futile. She tried to keep the anger stoked within her, lest she crumble under the weight of what was starting to feel like complete, crushing hopelessness. 
At least Nathan’s safe. That’s all that matters.
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Christopher made long, slow strides to the front door, his mind turning over thoughts as he did so—almost forgetting about the man in his grip entirely in the process. He had no use for Nathan anymore—certainly not with how frightened and timid the man had become since the events of this morning. He’d intended to let this man go free tomorrow morning anyways—the month of debt had been made up by him on the spot for Danny—but he couldn’t risk keeping Nathan here with Danny overnight, especially not if he was to keep up the ruse he’d concocted to get her to agree to stay. He couldn’t let her learn what was eventually going to happen to her, or she would become just as unresponsive and terrified as Nathan was now. Besides, she’d said she had brought supplies, so he would likely be fine on the trip back home.
He’d of course planned to keep her here regardless—he couldn’t afford to pass up any human that managed to find his home like this. His curse, unfortunately, demanded it. He’d come up with many lies and excuses over the years, finding it easier on his conscience to pretend that there was a legitimate reason for him to keep people here, giving them some false sense of hope that his intentions weren’t malicious. He’d played every role possible over the past decade as part of the charade—the hospitable host, the awful monster, the charismatic captor, even just being completely honest with them—and yet the result in the end was always the same. 
They would all despise him. And his curse would still be intact.
“A-are you going to do to her w-what you…what you did to me?” the man whimpered in his grip, bringing his focus back to reality as he stopped at the entrance of the house. “Please, y-you can’t…” 
Christopher set Nathan down on the floor in front of the closed doors, bending down on his haunches to speak to him. “I don’t have use for her yet,” he spoke, thoughtfully. It was fortunate she’d come just after he had finished with this one—it gave him more time to plan, before the curse ate away at him again. Not that it would make a difference—he had very little hope that she would be the exception that broke the spell. He didn’t dare get his hopes up. “She’ll return within the month. She will be safe and cared for. You don’t need to worry about her.” 
Before Nathan could speak again, he touched the top of the man’s head with a few fingers, concentrating on the little magic he’d been given as part of the enchantress’s cruel deal. At least there was a glimmer of goodwill amidst the horror—for Christopher’s victims, anyways. He’d done this many, many times before.
“You just need to head home,” Christopher murmured, an almost hypnotic tone to his voice as it became laced with magic. “You won’t remember what happened here, and you won’t remember this place. Danny will be back within a month.”
Nathan’s eyes glassed over as a listless expression fell upon his face, and he almost swayed a little on his feet. “Yes…I’m fine. I’ll head home. Danny’s fine. She’ll be back.” 
Christopher rose to his feet and pushed the door open, allowing Nathan to step over the threshold and leave. The outside world looked to Christopher to be the same size as it always was, giving the illusion that he was still normal. He used to think of it as a pleasant way to distract himself from his reality every now and then, opening the door to pretend, but now he only regarded it as a cruel trick. 
As Nathan stepped over the doorframe—the line that Christopher could not cross—he rose to Christopher’s height, although he didn’t even turn around to notice the effect of the illusion. His feet fumbled slightly, but he still walked away, as if magically imbued with the inclination to continue on.
Christopher looked away. A twinge of guilt in his chest began to eat away at him. He took a folded note from his waistcoat’s pocket, and held it out in front of him. “Sam, take this to him, please.” 
An invisible force plucked the note from his hands and blew it out the door. The letter, unlike Nathan, seemed to remain at the same size as it flew in front of him, forcing itself into Nathan’s hands.
At this, Nathan turned to look at Christopher, a look not of horror, but simple confusion. 
Christopher forced himself to remain composed. “That should help to sustain you for the next month while Danny remains here.” 
Nathan unfolded it and his eyes widened at the amount he saw there, looking between the note and Christopher in shock. “T-thank you!” he exclaimed giddily, a wide smile breaking out on his freckled face as he gave Christopher a slight bow. He shambled away from the house without a care at all, his memories freshly rinsed of all the unpleasantness he’d endured while being held as Christopher’s captive.
You don’t have to remember the monster, Christopher thought. I’m the only one who has to bear that burden.
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Well, that's that. Now what's in store for Danny?
Thanks for reading! Next week is Chapter 5, Poltergeist - and I hope you're just as excited for that one as I am!
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Oh my gosh whaaaat thank you so much Medli 😭❤️
As for recommendations, both @toast-tales and @luckyshotwrites have written some truly amazing stories that I’m a big fan of! They both make art as well, and both of their stories have some great fanart :)
@mysticcomfort @safe-from-sharp-teeth @good-stuff-iykwim and @thefanciestborrower are some amazing artists that I look up to a lot! And I can personally vouch that everyone on this list is extremely kind and wonderful to talk to.
There’s so many more awesome people that I could tag here, but scrolling through my blog should give you some good ideas of people to follow!
Just wanted to let you know I made a tumblr account to follow your art! As someone new to this site, do you have any recommendations?
Ahhh dude that's so sweet of you!!! I hope I'm living up to the expectations! As for recommendations hmmm.... Well since the purge the community here has been a bit scattered but there's still a few good vore blogs that post.
I highly recommend @novorehere as they're a big staple in the community and great for finding other creators too! I dont know them personally but they always have something nice to say when i see them pop up and they seem like a real sweetheart. @stomach-rental draws some really great stuff!! they do g/t stuff exclusively from what ive seen (correct me if i'm wrong) and its always such a delight. I Big recommend looking into their art for GiD. and reading the original story if you get the chance. Fantastic conent (written by @peachnewt in case you wanna go check it out)
@ant-noms draws and writes some really good stuff!! G/t and slightly bigger but i dont think they do full on same size? could be wrong again. They do marvel stuff, mostly ant man of course. Typically I'm not into the super hero stuff but honestly the way they write and draw and their scenarios are so fucking good!
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Old man shenanigans was winning the poll when I went to bed last night so that’s what I started working on SORRY GUYS 💔
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Hmm. In a mood to write something silly.
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Tummy decided to hate me again tonight. Time to pull out the old reliable heating pad and comfort scenarios
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prey blazing it up and turning their preds stomach into a hotbox
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Flop-tober /j
absolutely no shame in not being able to do the whole month of voretober tho!! I've had the most horrendous art block of my life and I understand how difficult it can be to commit to the pressure of these challenge things.
lookin forward to any future content you put out, always a treat to see ur stuff popup on my timeline :D
I’m cleaning out my askbox of old messages, but I just wanted to take the time to respond to this one because it genuinely made my day. I’ve been feeling a lot better about my blog recently, especially regarding the “askbox guilt” I’ve been struggling with. I’ve found myself wanting to draw more, write more, and overall do more, both with fandom stuff and my own original project I’m working on shhh
Thank you from the bottom of my heart op, and thank you all for sticking around!
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I’m not in the vore community (is that an accurate thing to call it?!) so I hope you don’t mind receiving this from a total rando lmao. But I randomly came across your Stardew headcanons post thanks to a specific-but-unrelated search, and I just wanted to say it was SO cute 🥺 At first I was just curious but by the end I was like “mhm mhm yep you’re so correct” and smiling over how sweet it was. You totally don’t have to answer this ask, I just thought it would be rude not to share my thanks for your lovely writing! And for helping me appreciate the appeal a little more :) Light and love
This ask is from JANUARY and I’m so sorry I’m just getting around to answering it now (Side note- happy 1.6 day! Hopefully it comes out on switch soon, I’m dying to play it.)
Anyway, this ask might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me on this blog 😭 To have someone who’s not into vore appreciate and enjoy my writing anyway is the highest honor I can possibly think of. I’m smiling so much right now, you don’t even know.
The fact that tumblr’s search function makes it so that people can stumble upon my writing despite it not being in the tags is a little embarrassing, but I’m so pleased that you liked it! I like to treat it as more of a silly AU where I can play around with the characters and think about how they would react in a weird, yet oddly charming situation :)
The “vore community” online isn’t really a single community, since there are so many different preferences ranging from sexual to platonic, and violent to harmless. On tumblr, there are dedicated “fandoms” for both non-sexual vore and G/t (Content featuring giant characters and tiny characters, both from fandoms and people’s OCs.)
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always had an interest in media where people shrink down or interact with people way bigger than them. Same thing with characters being eaten/going inside the body. I’ve always had a fascination with the human body, how it works, and what it might look like inside. And little did I know, there were many people like me online who shared the exact same experiences and interests! And I think that’s really cool :)
Anyway, I’m glad I could make your first experience stumbling across this stuff be less than traumatic xD Your kind words seriously mean a lot, and I’m glad you could enjoy my writing even if the subject matter was a little on the weird side. I hope you’ve been having a good 2024, and enjoy the new update!
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Cursed Cravings, Chapter 3: Master of the House
In which Danny meets the ever-so-charming owner of the strange mansion, and gets offered a deal to save her friend. Contains: ~2.1k words | Chapter 1 | Read this story on A03!
At least screaming was out of the question, not while she seemed to barely be able to breathe in the first place. This was surreal. This wasn’t normal. But your eyes could only play so many tricks on you before you had to accept that what was standing before you was not an illusion, but a reality you had to face. 
And face it she would.
“Hey,” she said simply, wondering if the giant man could even hear her from all the way across the entryway. Surely her voice would be nothing louder than the squeak of a mouse to him. “I’m looking for my friend Nathan. Someone…said they could help?”
If I just talk to him like a normal guy, it’s less scary, right? He’s just a normal guy. Danny was at least quite adept at taking her own fear and crushing it up into a ball, shoving it under the rug of feigned confidence. She forced her own stiff posture to loosen, her arms crossing over each other in as casual a manner as she could manage. A small part of her wondered if she should address him more formally, because based on his dress and the state of the manor alone he at least seemed important, but she didn’t know how rich people talked to each other anyways. She’d never gotten so much as a glimpse of high society, and even if she had, she wouldn’t have the patience for it. Certainly not now, when she’d been traveling all day in the cold and had nearly reached the end of her rope as it was.
The giant chuckled, taking a few more steps toward her before he stopped in the middle of the room, and though he was still a ways away, Danny still had to crane her neck upwards just to meet his eyes—dark, and dancing with humor along with an upturned smirk on his face. “Slow down there, doll. We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet.” It wasn’t the same voice she’d been hearing before—he spoke with a low, quiet pitch, each word articulated clearly and deliberately.
She repressed a grimace as best she could at the way he addressed her—despite her current stature and every survival instinct in her body, she felt the urge to punch him right in the gut. 
He gestured lightly to himself with a graceful arch of his fingers against his chest. “My name is Christopher Penn, and I am the lord of this estate.”
He did not, however, ask Danny for her own name. Instead, he took a few more steps toward her and, so quickly that she did not have enough time to form an initial protest, he bent down and picked her up, placing her in his palm as he rose to his full height again.
For just a moment, she didn’t think about the fact that she was a hundred feet off the ground. All she could focus on was the absolutely unparalleled, brazen gall that this man had to just pluck her off the ground like she was some child’s toy. Her lips curled in an unfriendly snarl. “I don’t care who the fuck you are, but you’d better ask next time you try and pick me up like that.” 
Being a little closer to his face now, she made note of the fact that this guy’s stupid big nose did look incredibly punchable. If only there wasn’t a hundred-foot drop between her and it.
She forced herself to keep her glare fixed entirely on Christopher, to prevent herself from looking down or showing signs of panic. She did not think about how strange it felt to have the warm surface beneath and behind her consist of a man’s entire hand, or how she could feel every groove and crease in the skin that her own hands pressed against. 
“It’s not very becoming to begin a conversation with such vulgar language.” A sharp grin told her he was only amused by her antics, though, not offended—even so, he tilted his head, almost as if her behavior confused him as well. 
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she hissed. She was liking this strange giant less and less every time he opened his mouth. “I must have forgotten my manners midway through the air. Is that from the same rich person etiquette book that says it's okay to pick up people without asking?”
Irritation and anger were a great distraction from fear, and so she leaned into both now, regardless of the consequence. She had some small amount of pride to maintain, and quaking before this man in terror would only serve to shatter what remained of it. 
He chuckled—a deep sound that she could almost feel travel through her body, now that she sat in his palms. “Sarcasm, hm? I’m impressed by your bravery. Most people tend to prefer screaming and running.”
“Oh, you’re telling me screaming is the usual response people have to you? Gee, I wonder why,” she said dryly. “Must be your natural charm.” 
His sharp eyes flicked over her, a hint of their humor dulled slightly. “You said you were looking for your friend, correct?”
“Yes,” she groaned, exasperated. How many times had she said as much since finding this place? It was beginning to feel like the question was being deliberately dodged. “My friend, Nathan Hayes. He was traveling this way earlier this morning, and his horse returned without him. Have you seen him? Whoever spoke to me outside seemed to know where he was. Maybe you can just let me talk to them instead,” she grumbled quietly, trying to dampen her distaste for this stuck-up rich bastard as much as possible in the interest of acquiring any sort of help in finding Nathan. She couldn’t very well bite the hand that fed her—or, more accurately, picked her up and carried her at a height that would make even a high-flying bird a little nauseous.
Her instinct was to lash out at people who talked down to her, but even she knew when she needed to swallow her pride.
Something inscrutable passed across Christopher’s face for a moment as he seemed to absorb her words thoughtfully, as if she’d given him some clue in a particularly interesting mystery he was trying to solve. And then he gave her that sharp smile again, a grin that tipped just a little further than cordiality normally permitted. Yet it still didn’t reach his eyes—which regarded her in a strangely calculating, detached manner. 
“There’s no need for that,” he remarked impassively. “Your friend is here.” 
For just a moment, her irritation faded away to the overwhelming euphoria of relief, like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her and washed it away in an instant. Nathan was here. She’d found him. He was—
Why was he here? 
As suddenly as the relief had come, she covered it with a heavy cloak of suspicion, something beginning to claw at the back of her mind distrustfully. “...and you’ll take me to him, right? He’s safe? …we can leave?”
She didn’t like the idea of traveling at night, no, but she was in no rush to accept hospitality from this man, either. She would feel much better once all this magic, giant weirdness was far behind her, a forgotten tale she could think back on as some kind of fever dream brought on by the cold, or the fact that she couldn’t remember when she’d eaten last.
Christopher, to her dismay, lifted Danny a little higher so that she no longer had to tilt her head back to look at him straight on. 
“I’m afraid not.” 
Anger wasn’t even the first emotion to flare up this time—she was completely baffled by such a stark response that she was rendered speechless for a moment, staring at him with her mouth slightly agape. “...why?” 
“Your friend came here uninvited this morning, trespassing into my home. His punishment is to remain here in my service, as long as I require him.” Christopher’s smirk turned to a more matter-of-fact expression, like the humorless countenance of a lawyer. “So no, I’m afraid I can’t let you leave with him at this time.” 
A heavy weight sank to the very pit of Danny’s stomach as she listened in disbelief. Nathan was here as this guy’s…what, prisoner? Slave? She didn’t believe for one second that what the giant said was true—Nathan wasn’t the type to impose on others. He’d apologize for someone else bumping into him on the street, there was no way he’d wander into someone’s home uninvited unless he was desperate. And even then, Danny wasn’t sure he wouldn’t choose freezing to death over being an inconvenience to anyone. Why would he have stopped at this house anyways? Had he gotten hurt? Had he been looking for help? He certainly wouldn’t have broken in.
“...bullshit,” she hissed, a righteous anger rising up in her. If she had been at all confident in her footing, she would have attempted to stand up and take on a more intimidating posture, but she would take the slightly undignified position of sitting in Christopher’s palm over the much more undignified falling onto her face in his palm, or the loss of all dignity entirely by plummeting to the floor in a humiliating splatter of shame and stupidity. “You expect me to believe that? Nathan’s a good guy, he wouldn’t break into your stupid house.”
She set her jaw defiantly. “And even if I did believe you, he was probably desperate, or lost, or needed help. Are you really that fucking selfish, punishing someone instead of helping them? As if he’s in any way actually a threat or a burden to your sorry giant ass?” 
Nothing she said seemed to even make a dent in Christopher’s uncaring expression, her insults and slights at his character seeming to fall on deaf ears. His smile twitched and his eyebrows raised in mild contempt. “You’re quite bold, you know. Speaking like that to someone of my standing. And to a giant, no less.” 
His free hand came up to pluck her off of his palm, effectively pinning her arms to her sides in his grip so that she couldn’t even scratch and claw at him like she suddenly quite desperately wanted to. She could only thrash about uselessly, though her violent movement was quelled slightly as her feet made contact with nothing but air. As she dangled in front of Christopher’s face, she realized that his grip was the only thing keeping her from a horrifyingly long freefall. 
“A less patient man might not tolerate that kind of talk,” he muttered dangerously, his thumb pressing lightly against her collarbone and forcing her to meet his eyes, which remained lightly amused despite the darkened tone he’d taken on. “But, luckily for you, I’m rather generous, and I’m nothing if not fair.” 
She only glared at him in response, an absolutely twisted and poisonous scowl distorting her face. Words seemed almost too good for this bastard, and so she took on a disdainful and stubborn silence instead.
His grip around her loosened slightly, still restricting her movement and keeping her firmly from falling but no longer forcing her neck into an uncomfortable position. This must have been his supposed “generosity” at work. 
His eyes narrowed slightly, assessing her with an even, shrewd gaze. “I’ll make you a deal. You stay in his place, and I’ll let him go free. How’s that, doll?” 
She would have spat in his face if she were closer. Instead, she seethed silently, though a frightened worry began to cloud her thinking. She hadn’t even seen Nathan yet, but the description the other voice had given her had been uncannily accurate. That couldn’t be a coincidence. And while this giant could be lying about a lot of things, Danny was very aware that she had little choice but to believe him. She couldn’t very well overpower him, or even escape on her own now. 
She refused to let her mind linger long on the choice—when her own life and wellbeing were weighed against that of her close friend, the rocksteady, kind, and loyal companion she’d known for years, who’d taken care of her through thick and thin like she were his very own sister, the decision was as easy as breathing. 
“My name is Danny, you smarmy bastard. And if what you say is true, I’ll…”
She swallowed the last bit of her pride, closing her eyes for a second in one last act of defiance so she didn’t have to look at the rich prick’s face when she spoke. 
“...I’ll take his place here. Just let. Him. Go.”
The giant smiled—a wide, cocky smirk that showed too many of his teeth for Danny’s liking. “Deal.”
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We still haven't seen Nathan. Hopefully he's okay?
Thanks for reading, and see you next week with chapter 4, Small Mercies!
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Start of an Empire - 18
Chapter 18: Pre-Flower Dance
Summary: Beth hears news of the flower dance and hears all about most of the town’s plans. 
Contains: Mentions of the canon default dancing couples and very mild character speculation
Wordcount: 1.8K
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Something had changed in Pelican Town, and it took Beth an embarrassingly long time to ask about what was going on. She’d seen a lot of flower arrangements, half done, appear in the town square, and Haley had even said hello to Beth without any kind of comment on her appearance or stature or anything. A couple small whispers when she was in town that quickly stopped when she got close enough to hear them. It made her a tiny bit uneasy.
Evelyn had been humming and tending to the flower arrangements in town square when Beth decided to finally ask what was going on. 
“Oh, the Flower Dance is coming up, dear. Lewis always has me making the arrangements for the event.” Evelyn smiled at her. “I guess they’re wondering if you’ll be there.” 
“Okay… what’s the Flower Dance?” 
“It’s an old celebration, dear. All the young people looking for love dance in pairs and we crown a Flower Queen.” She chuckled to herself as she watered the flowers. “Back when I was a young woman, George and I danced at the celebration. I was crowned Flowed Queen a couple of times myself before we tied the knot.” 
“So it’s a dating thing.” 
“Not necessarily. Just those looking for love. You can dance with a friend if you wish.” She finished patting down the dirt and picked up her watering can and little box of tiny potted flowers. “If there’s someone you got your mind on asking to dance, you better act quick before he’s taken. I know Haley’s already making my grandbaby dance with her, and poor Alex is so hopeless when it comes to women. He wouldn’t know what to do with one if she fell in his lap.” 
“Oh… I’ll think about it. Thanks, Evelyn.” 
“Please, call me Granny. I don’t mind.” 
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Now that Beth was informed of the Flower Dance, she was seeing signs of it everywhere. 
Haley was practically glued to Alex, and any time they weren’t doing anything, she was making him practice dancing with her. She’d heard Haley scolding him about dropping her one year during their ‘big lift,’ and she seemed insistent it would never happen again. Alex didn’t seem that interested, talking to Beth for a few good long minutes about how he’d rather dance with “a giant babe like her”, but Haley asked him to dance way back at the Egg Festival. 
The crazy part was Haley didn’t seem to mind the fact Alex wanted to dance with Beth. She even glanced Beth up and down and shrugged. “I need him to win flower queen. I don’t trust the other boys in town to not drop me, and no offence, but you don’t look that coordinated.” 
Same old Haley. Beth had to roll her eyes and move on.
When Beth had gone to the Stardrop Saloon, everyone seemed to be talking about the Flower Dance and wanted to know what she was going to do for it. When Emily brought her drinks, she leaned against the table with a big grin. 
“Have you asked anyone to dance with you?”
“Uhm.” Beth rubbed the back of her neck. “No. I didn’t know about the dance until this morning… Are you going to dance with anyone?”
“I’m dancing with Shane.” She jerked her head over to where Shane was moping in a booth. “He could use a little sunshine and connecting to nature. I want to make sure he just doesn’t sit around and drink on the day off.” 
“That’s nice of you.” Beth glanced over at Shane. He didn’t seem to care they were talking about him. “So, I don’t know much about the dance. What goes on? Is it just dancing?”
“There’s also food. And the Flower Queen pageant.” She chuckled. “Haley is the only girl in town that I think takes the Flower Queen pageant seriously. I’ve been working on her dress to make sure that it’s just perfect.” 
“Oh.” Beth hummed softly. “Does she always dance with Alex? I saw them practicing outside today.”
“She’s danced with him ever since he started getting muscles.” Emily waved her hand a bit. “She goes above and beyond for the dance, and Alex being able to lift her in the air is such a big part of how she shows off for everyone.”
“Hm… are they… dating?”
“Oh. No they aren’t.” Emily smiled softly. “Why? Have one of them caught your eye?”
Beth flushed. “No! No. I was just curious. She seemed to be really… attached to him.”
“As her sister,” Emily leaned in and lowered her voice, “Haley isn’t interested in him beyond his looks. She’s waiting for the perfect guy to fall in her lap before committing to any relationship. But you haven’t heard a word of it from me.”
“Okay.” Beth made a mental note. Before she could figure out how to carry on the conversation, the door opened with a chime. Sam, Abigail, and Sebastian came inside, talking loudly to each other. 
“Ah. More customers. I have to go.” Emily hopped off the step stool and strode over to the bar to take their orders. 
When the three of them had put in drinks, Sam saw Beth sitting at the table and he perked up. He bounded over to her table and scrambled up in the tall, human-sized chairs around her table. “Hey, Beth! Do you have a partner for the Flower Dance?” 
She blinked softly. “No. I do not.”
Sebastian sighed loudly and grabbed Sam by the arm, pulling him out of the chair and into the floor. “Ignore him, Beth.” He turned to Sam. “Didn’t you already promise Penny you’d dance with her?”
“Well, yeah, but I forgot there was another chick available when I said yes!” Sam gave Beth a big smile and wiggled his eyebrows a little. “What do you say?” 
“I say… you should dance with Penny since you already promised you’d dance with her.” 
“Darn.” Sam sighed loudly. “Sebby, are you sure you don’t want to switch dance partners with me?” 
“I dance with Abigail so her mom doesn’t kill her.” Sebastian crosses his arms. “And she is right here.”
Abigail snickered into her hand. “You have two left feet. At least Sebastian doesn’t step on my toes. You got Penny’s hopes up, you gotta dance with her.”
“The world is so cruel to me.” Sam groaned. “Well. Next year I’ll remember to ask the giant babe before Penny asks me to dance with her.” 
Beth wasn’t sure if she was flustered or embarrassed or if she was being made fun of as Abigail grabbed both boys by their arms and dragged them into the side room where the pool table was. 
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The next morning, Beth had been in Cindersap fishing in the lake, when she spotted Leah walking nearby with a bag in her hand. “Hello, Beth!” 
“Hey.” Beth waved back, but turned her attention back to the water. She could have sworn that she bobber dipped, but it was floating right on the surface. 
“Would it disturb the fish if I stepped on the dock?” Leah sounded behind Beth. 
“Eh, they don’t mind me walking on it.” Beth patted the empty spot of the pier beside her. “You should be fine to come sit.” 
“Wonderful.” Leah joined Beth on the edge of the pier over the lake. “I just got back picking something up at Emily’s. I had been looking for my Flower dance dress, and apparently I had torn it! I dunno how it got torn in my closet, but sure enough, I take it out of my closet and there’s a massive tear up the side! Luckily Emily is the sweetest lady ever and it’s good as new.”
“That’s good.” Beth rolled one of her shoulders. “So… who are you dancing with?” 
“Are you asking me to dance with you?” Leah tilted her head slightly. 
Beth’s face flushed red. “No! No. I’m not… I don’t want to dance with you.” She cleared her throat and suddenly the bobber dipped under. Beth’s eyes widened and she began to reel it in. “I’m just - damn it - I’m just asking.” 
“Well, because you asked. I’m dancing with Elliott.” 
Beth yanked her rod up in the air, and a massive clump of algae flew out of the water, landing in Beth’s lap with a wet ‘splat.’ 
“Ugh, the algae blooms are getting worse and worse with every year.” Leah made a face when Beth picked up the algae clump and dropped it in the bucket next to her. “So, would you like to dance with Elliott?” 
Beth cleared her throat. “Not really. We’re strangers.” She cast her line back out, trying to ignore the massive, uncomfortably wet spot on the front of her pants. “I’m glad you two are happy with each other.” 
“Oh, we aren’t dating.” 
Beth blinked. “Ah.” 
“I’m not… what’s a way to put this… i’m not… attracted to men that way. And Elliott is respectful of that. We just dance together because we want to.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I like going to the flower dance, and it’s always awkward if you’re a young woman without someone to dance with.”  
“Oh.” Beth just started reeling her line back in without a fish on it. It was starting to get late, she needed to do all her farm chores before she ran out of energy. And Pants needed attention. “Well, I hope you guys have fun.” 
“It’s always a blast. I hope you come around.” Leah stood up with her bag. “I’ll see you around.” 
“See you.” 
Not too much later, Beth herself stood up, gathered up her things, and left the pier in the woods. Her farm chores awaited her. 
When she returned to her farm, she smelled that someone had been there, touched her mailbox, and had left. It wasn’t the strange scent of the mysterious mail person, it was the smell of Mayor Lewis. That old man and leather smell that clung to him. 
Beth trudged up to her mailbox and groaned out loud at the handwritten letter that certainly was not there when she had left to go fishing. Of course, it was from Mayor Lewis. And there was an ad from Pierre stuffed in the mailbox next to it. She sighed and decided to see what it said. 
‘Dear Beth, 
Tomorrow we’re all getting together for the Flower Dance. 
If you can find a partner, you might even want to participate in the dance yourself! There’s a little clearing in the forest west of town where we hold the dance. Arrive between 9AM and 12PM if you’re interested. The ceremonial dancing starts as soon as everyone arrives and is ready.
-Mayor Lewis.’ 
She groaned out loud and went inside her house to decompress for a few minutes. How was it possible for her to find a dance partner literally less than a day before the dance was going to start!? 
There’s no way she was dancing this year. She had nobody to dance with, and didn’t even have anything to wear. 
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making a character tiny, not so i can coddle them, but so i can metaphorically toss tiny them into the microwave on defrost high power for twenty minutes
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From Chapter 16 - "Easy to Swallow" in Widfali
THIS IS NOT HOW IT GOES IN THE CHAPTER, I JUST DID SOMETHING GOOFY. I also know it's very sketchy, sorry. xD I did not want to fully finish it.
I will be posting the next chapter tomorrow to, so stay tuned!
AND HAVE A BOMBASTIC DAY!!! (Nonnegotiable)
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I think I've talked about preds getting hiccups before, but what about prey? Imagine a prey suddenly getting a bad hiccuping fit while in their pred's belly, and their pred can feel their exaggerated twitches and hear their little squeaks from inside. Every time they hiccup again, the pred's belly jolts a bit. The pred can hear their prey grumbling about it from inside, but the pred thinks it's cute.
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