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Hey no one asked but I wanna talk about ✨ Freyja Montayne ✨
I love this absolutely rough-n-tumble herbo of a giant woman SO DANG MUCH.
Why?
Because when I came into G/t I genuinely felt an emptiness for the kind of thing that my heart craved. I wanted to find a genuinely Giant woman who was big and strong, loud and proud, a big dork and the absolutely purest of sweethearts. I dumped everything that brought me joy in life—both platonically and romantically—into a character and just made her so self-indulgently.
Freyja is powerful, but gentle; immense, but kind; passionate, but patient. She truly is the kinda giant woman that I daydream about all the time because she just is all of my favorite parts of G/t and more.
I’m so excited to share more about her with y’all 💖
#ogtoc freyja#g/t#wholesome giantess#gentle giantess#giant/tiny#I mean like#she can be gentle but she can also throw a Kaiju through a building or deck her boyfriend’s evil toxic Ex#Which is just kinda hot imo#Listen I outlined 7-12 chapters for her and Alice’s new story on my flight to my family’s for thanksgiving#I have some JUICY stuff to tell y’all about Miss Frey#RRRRRRAHG kiss her#love her sm cry
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Still screaming and blushing over this beautiful commission by @yeenybeanies of my darling giant Freyja Montayne. Been rotating this girl in my brain for years now, and I'm super excited to show y'all what's planned for her ❤️⛈️
Go check out her commission slots for pricing and information! I would highly recommend
Thanks again Yeeny! 🥺
#g/t#giant/tiny#ogtoc freyja#sfw g/t#sfw giant/tiny#g/t art#giant/tiny art#sfw g/t art#sfw giant/tiny art
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Do you have any fun facts to share about Alice and Freyja?
HEHEHE yes I do
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-Alice is into musical theatre and dance, but nothing professionally. In the Uni!AU he has a scholarship in research but is also fascinated with musical therapy
-Speaking of which, in AUs where applicable Alice has powers revolving around Light and Sound. Similar to the concept of the "music of the spheres," he interacts with the "Resonance" of things around him--especially when it involves people. A tender thing he likes to point out about Freyja is that she "matches the resonance of my soul" and I just think that's stupidly cute
-Freyja's nickname on her team is "Hurricane Montayne"
-Freyja's best friend is a Human/Tiny girl named Tuesday who is the only person who could ever match Freyja's energy
-Freyja has two older sisters and one younger step-sister, and Alice has a massive family too
-Freyja's step-dad reminds me of Mario & Luigi's dad from the Super Mario Movie lol while her mom makes me think of the mom from Onward
-Freyja is a mechanic! One of her favorite bonding experiences is working on cars/stuff with her step-dad. In AUs where it applies, they'd work on restoring a car together and her dad was the one who got her interested in motorcycles as well
-Alice takes on Freyja's name when they get married. They eventually have a daughter, who I'm thinking is named after Freyja (but we'll see? At first I thought it'd be really cute to have a "Freyja Jr" but the more I think about it, I can't see Frey loving the idea of naming her daughter after herself. Scout and Riley are two alternate names I like for her)
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Ozwynn’s Masterlist
Welcome!
You’ll find information about my main OC and stories below, with some art reference for each of them, a short summary on who they are and their role in their setting, and links to various stories and one-shots they are included in. Additional information and AU’s will be added and marked as such (University!AU, Kaiju!AU, Borrower!AU, etc.)
But for now please enjoy!
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GENESIS DAY/Kaiju!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place. //note: this story is on indefinite hiatus//
OFFLINE VALOR/Borrower!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): The only survivor of his desolated clan, the infamous Borrower kingslayer and assassin Rowan the Last is on the run from forces unknown. Dropped from the jaws of death, he falls into the hands of the chaotic pink-haired streamer Human Zelly Klouse-Calloway who gives him a simple promise: “you can trust me.”
GT July 2022 Masterpost: One-shots and AU’s for @gianttol‘s GT July 2022 prompt list
Very Sure: A miscellaneous piece not tied to anyone in particular, just some of my own raw feelings regarding G/t
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Freyja Montayne (the University!AU; the Kaiju!AU)
(Giant)
(art credit goes to chamomile-g-tea)
Freyja Montayne is BIG in every sense of the word. Stature, laughter, love--all of it, big. And she LOVES IT. Playing Center for the Behemoth’s women rugby team, Freyja is trying to be the advocate and hype-woman anyone needs--be they small or big. If she’s not on the field, she's working out, out dancing like a dork with her friends, or spending quality time with her boyfriend Alice Beauchamp--heaven knows he needs his gigantic girlfriend to keep him on track.
You can find her in:
-GTU/University!AU story:
Coming Soon
-GTU/University!AU one-shots:
“Tucked Away” - (Word Count: 264): Alice just loves being a pocket boyfriend--and Freyja does too.
“Okay” - (Word Count: 869): Freyja can tell something’s wrong with Alice.
“Rest Up” - (Word Count: 22): Freyja demonstrates how she "encourages” Alice to relax.
“Overwhelmed” - (Word Count: 302): Alice asks to be close tonight.
“Blossoming” - (Word count: 1192): As they cool off by the canal, Freyja wants to give Alice a budding gift.
Ask: What’s Alice + Freyja’s favorite thing to do to relax together? - (Word Count: 723): Alice & Freyja unwind at the end of the night.
Ask: What is something that Freyja does that makes Alice feel loved? - (Word Count: 652): After Freyja finishes rugby practice, the couple figure out where they’re going for dinner.
To Smite a Giant - (Word Count: 682): Freyja isn’t the only one who can flirt, and Alice isn’t the only one who can get flustered.
Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout - (Word Count: 972): Undeterred in the slightest, Alice fully intends on taking care of a very sick Freyja.
-Kaiju!AU:
“Genesis Day” Masterpost: A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place.
-Knight Colossus!AU:
“The Colossus’s Cricket” - (Word Count: 2298): Lady Freyja, the Knight Colossus, returns to her little alchemist with a couple of rare, magical finds.
“A Spark of Divinity” - (Word Count: 1050): The arcanist tends to his Knight Colossus’ wounds after an exhausting ambush.
-Emotional Size-Shifter Alice!AU:
“Confession” - (Word Count: 86): Alice finally tells Freyja his secret.
“Love Isn’t Fragile” - (Word Count: 1341): Alice has a bad emotional spiral that leads to him shrinking smaller than he ever has been before, what will happen when Freyja sees him so small and vulnerable?
-Same-Size!AU:
“3:28am” (Word Count: 183): Things are quiet at 3:28am.
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Alice Beauchamp (the University!AU; the Kaiju!AU)
(Human)
(art credit goes to chamomile-g-tea)
Struggling through insecurities throughout his life, and then was stuck in a very toxic relationship with a very manipulative Ex, Maura Sinclair, Alice Beauchamp has found joy through being able to express the things of his heart through song and theatre--along with his insatiable desire to help lift up those around him (though sometimes at the cost of his own health in the process). Though he is in a far better place now, with some help from his girlfriend Freyja Montayne, Alice is still trying to learn how to navigate the future while also learning to feel more comfortable in his own skin.
You can find him in:
-GTU/University!AU story:
Coming Soon
-GTU/University!AU one-shots:
An Ode to Alice
“Tucked Away” - (Word Count: 264): Alice just loves being a pocket boyfriend--and Freyja does too.
“Okay” - (Word Count: 869): Freyja can tell something’s wrong with Alice.
“Rest Up” - (Word Count: 22): Freyja demonstrates how she "encourages” Alice to relax.
“Overwhelmed” - (Word Count: 302): Alice asks to be close tonight.
“Blossoming” - (Word count: 1192): As they cool off by the canal, Freyja wants to give Alice a budding gift.
Ask: What’s Alice + Freyja’s favorite thing to do to relax together? - (Word Count: 723): Alice & Freyja unwind at the end of the night.
Ask: What is something that Freyja does that makes Alice feel loved? - (Word Count: 652): After Freyja finishes rugby practice, the couple figure out where they’re going for dinner.
To Smite a Giant - (Word Count: 682): Freyja isn’t the only one who can flirt, and Alice isn’t the only one who can get flustered.
Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout - (Word Count: 972): Undeterred in the slightest, Alice fully intends on taking care of a very sick Freyja.
-Kaiju!AU:
“Genesis Day” Masterpost: A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place.
-Knight Colossus!AU:
“The Colossus’s Cricket” - (Word Count: 2298): Lady Freyja, the Knight Colossus, returns to her little alchemist with a couple of rare, magical finds.
“A Spark of Divinity” - (Word Count: 1050): The arcanist tends to his Knight Colossus’ wounds after an exhausting ambush.
-Emotional Size-Shifter Alice!AU:
“Confession” - (Word Count: 86): Alice finally tells Freyja his secret.
“Love Isn’t Fragile” - (Word Count: 1341): Alice has a bad emotional spiral that leads to him shrinking smaller than he ever has been before, what will happen when Freyja sees him so small and vulnerable?
-Same-Size!AU:
“3:28am” (Word Count: 183): Things are quiet at 3:28am.
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Rowan the Last (Offline Valor)
(Borrower)
(art credit goes to jf-madjesters1)
Rowan is a Borrower with many titles--Crownbreaker, the Unmowable, the Thrice-Crowed, Coalwalker--but the only one he chooses to truly claim is the Last. Once broken and beaten, betrayed by his own family in a brutal civil war, he was found and nursed back to health by Zelly Klouse-Calloway. Months later, Rowan is now determined to push back the foes that seek to threaten his new home.
You can find him in:
-Offline Valor/Borrower!AU story:
“Offline Valor” Masterpost: The only survivor of his desolated clan, the infamous Borrower kingslayer and assassin Rowan the Last is on the run from forces unknown. Dropped from the jaws of death, he falls into the hands of the chaotic pink-haired streamer Human Zelly Klouse-Calloway who gives him a simple promise: “you can trust me.”
-Offline Valor/Borrower!AU one-shots:
“Blocks” - (Word Count: 90): Rowan’s first time playing Minecraft. What could go wrong?
“ISFJ” - (Word Count: 526): How does Rowan deal with Zelly’s streaming trolls?
“Rust & Ruin” - (Word Count: 1761): A new challenger attacks Rowan and teaches him the true meaning of fear.
“Safe in Her Arms” - (Word Count: 1323): Rowan and Zelly have a tender reunion after she comes home from her trip.
“Gentle Timbre” - (Word Count: 2128): Zelly loses track of Rowan while cat-sitting. What could have happened to him?
“The Courtesy of Mercy” - (Word Count: 417): If someone tried to hurt Zelly...what do you think Rowan would do?
“Beautiful Dreamer” - (Word Count: 587): Teddy bear-sized boyfriend--dream or not, Zelly is thankfully Rowan is there to keep her safe and calm.
-[REDACTED] story:
Coming Soon
-Same-Size!AU:
Small Pleasures - (Word Count: 1329): “I wish I was small.”
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Zelly Klouse-Calloway (Offline Valor)
(Human)
(art credit goes to earthsong9405)
Sugar, spice, and a good dash of gamer rage, Zelly Klouse-Calloway has lived a far different life than her parents would have wanted for her. When she decided to make streaming her career her Mother was furious, but her Father showed support and love for Zelly’s aspirations--though he did not quite understand the appeal. Now that Zelly’s moved out and on her own, she’s quite grateful that that’s all her parents have to worry about her at the moment, because how is she going to tell them about the three inch assassin she found? Or the fact they’re definitely dating. Good thing her parents never bother to watch her Streams, otherwise Zelly would have a LOT of explaining to do.
You can find her in:
-Offline Valor/Borrower!AU story:
“Offline Valor” Masterpost: The only survivor of his desolated clan, the infamous Borrower kingslayer and assassin Rowan the Last is on the run from forces unknown. Dropped from the jaws of death, he falls into the hands of the chaotic pink-haired streamer Human Zelly Klouse-Calloway who gives him a simple promise: “you can trust me.”
-Offline Valor/Borrower!AU one-shots:
“Blocks” - (Word Count: 90): Rowan’s first time playing Minecraft. What could go wrong?
“ISFJ” - (Word Count: 526): How does Rowan deal with Zelly’s streaming trolls?
“Safe in Her Arms” - (Word Count: 1323): Rowan and Zelly have a tender reunion after she comes home from her trip.
“Gentle Timbre” - (Word Count: 2128): Zelly loses track of Rowan while cat-sitting. What could have happened to him?
“Beautiful Dreamer” - (Word Count: 587): Teddy bear-sized boyfriend--dream or not, Zelly is thankfully Rowan is there to keep her safe and calm.
-[REDACTED] story:
Coming Soon
-Same-Size!AU:
Small Pleasures - (Word Count: 1329): “I wish I was small.”
#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#ogtoc Freyja#ogtoc Alice#ogtoc Rowan#ogtoc Zelly#Ozwynn OC Masterlist#Ozwynn Borrower!AU#Borrower!AU#wholesome giantess#Kaiju!AU#Genesis Day#Offline Valor#Knight Colossus#Emotional Size Shifter
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Genesis Day: Chapter 5
[Kaiju!AU]
Previous Chapter: Chapter 4
Next Chapter: Chapter 6
Word Count: 3525
CW:Discussion of implied death, light adult language
Corporal Freyja Montayne inhaled sharply.
The crisp Cascadian air filled her hot, aching lungs with sweet relief. Every muscle screamed in protest as she ran through the forest at top speed–trees flew by as Freyja’s stride grew longer and longer.
Freyja had no idea where she was or how she got here. It was hard to push through the mental brain fog and the pounding in her ears. Memories were there, they were just a bit clouded over. She knew she had been at Fort Jeffrey…she’d been in the warehouse, with Alice and Fireteam Griffin…then there was that Engine thing, and it activating…she had pushed Alice behind her as the heavenly horror unraveled from within the Engine’s heart…
She remembered feeling rewritten.
And being in pain. A lot of pain.
Freyja strained to think about what happened next, but recalling those events felt like looking into a dark, cracked mirror.
In her confusion, she tried to force her legs to slow down, but something felt wrong with them. Maybe “wrong” wasn’t the right word. It’d imply Freyja didn’t enjoy what she felt. No, her legs merely felt “different” despite the pain. The muscles tingled and her bones felt brand new. Her body was struggling to respond to her thoughts as she tried to will herself to slow down. She felt a living runaway train.
Freyja started as something moved around inside her fist. At first she was confused, then curious as she felt a heartbeat against the muscles of her palm and fingers.Tiny joints pushed into the flesh. It felt like some kind of small animal… Had she grabbed a baby bird or something while she was running and not realized it? Considering the brain fog, she wouldn’t have been too surprised if that was the case.
Except a noise came from her fist as well. Nothing coherent, but something was trying to verbalize a cry to her. She relaxed her hand, hoping it wasn’t trying to call out because she was hurting it.
“Wh-” Even though she was still struggling to slow down her run, Freyja went to raise her hand to see what in the world she was holding. Confusion was replaced with a shout of surprise when she realized her fist was covered in bright blue leathery scales. Not only that, but sharp spikes jutted out of the knuckles where finger and hand met and draconic-looking claws had replaced her nails. She pulled her hand away with pure shock, but as she did, a scream came from within her alien fist.
It sounded like Alice.
Freyja gasped. Her mind was racing as it tried to fathom what was going on here. While she was almost positive that was Alice’s voice, it just didn’t make sense. Given how her hand looked and how her head was feeling, this had to be a dream. Though, dream or no dream, she wanted to make sure whatever was in her hand was safe and unharmed.
Freyja furrowed her brow as something started to pinch at her palm. Carefully, she raised her hand back up. She held her breath as she uncurled her fingers to see what was inside…
Within her scaly blue palm, she saw the source of the pinching: it was a delicate set of fingers that dug into the and muscle of her palm—fingers that belonged to an impossibly small hand. And that hand was attached to a man. And it wasn’t some toy either, it was an actual, living breathing PERSON curled into a little ball in the hollow of her hand.
It really was Alice.
That sealed it. This really was a dream. Still, the way she felt the touch of Alice’s fingers…feeling his heartbeat racing against her…all of that felt very, very real.
And if this was real, and not a dream, it raised a whole slew of questions that was starting to give Freyja a killer migraine.
“Alice…?” Freyja gawked in disbelief. Alice hesitantly looked up at her with wide eyes and a clenched jaw. The longer that Freyja stared the more bizarre this situation felt. No matter what possible solution she came up with, Freyja couldn’t possibly comprehend what was going on here. “What the fu-”
CRACK!
Freyja’s vision exploded with pain as lumber exploded in tandem.
“F-Freyja, FREYJA!” Alice screamed. Freyja felt his fingers attempt to dig deeper for a better hold as Freyja started to wobble.
The tree that Freyja had run into toppled with a crash though Freyja didn’t stop to think why it had fallen over first, and not her. All of that built up energy was thrown off its axis as Freyja staggered about; she bumped into more trees that snapped and toppled with ease. Freyja murmured sluggish curses and had a hard time hearing Alice’s cries. Finally, she managed to reach a clearing where she didn’t have to worry about running into anything.
Freyja groaned as she nursed her head with her free, non-Alice-holding-hand and tried taking one last step to steady herself…
…but that step found open air. Gravity took over and Freyja tumbled over the ledge like a boulder.
Freyja had enough sense (prompted partially by the reinvigorated screams of Alice) to curl her fist back up protectively and hold it close to her chest. She shut her eyes tight as they bounced and rolled roughly down the mountain side. Wood snapped and rocks broke against her muscular frame, and while logically she knew it should hurt, it surprisingly felt painless.
She felt useless to stop her descent, so Freyja tried focusing on that little heartbeat within her hand. She had to keep him safe no matter what the hell was going on.
The thought was oddly anchoring.
After what felt like hours of tumbling, the ground vanished beneath her. For a few moments she plummeted through the air before CRASHING down into mud and water.
Freyja groaned as she lay still for a moment. She kept her eyes closed and tried to catch her breath. She heard the gentle trickle of a stream and assumed that's where she landed. Adrenaline started to soak into her muscles as a dull ache washed over her.
“Let’s…not do that again,” Freyja murmured as she finally opened her eyes. She scooted back in the ankle deep water and pressed her free hand down to prop herself up. She sat in silence, just trying to sit with the ache and breathless confusion for a moment as she gathered her thoughts and her courage. Alice Beauchamp was in her closed fist. She needed to check again to see if this was actually a dream, or if she was really in some new reality.
Despite the confusion, Freyja couldn’t help but marvel at the fact Alice was a living, breathing soul tucked safely within her grasp. Something about that thought made Freyja’s own heart pound.
Finally, Freyja opened up her fist once more.
Alice was now on his side with wide eyes and completely drained of color. Incomprehensibly small fingers dug into the muscle of Freyja’s palm with one hand while the other held Maura’s tablet tight to his chest. His once passable dress clothes were now wrinkled and drenched with sweat.
Alice slowly let go of Freyja’s palm and looked up at her. He was shivering too; however, Freyja couldn’t tell if it was the mountain chill, something to do with Freyja’s nice scales and claws…or the fact that Alice was about the size of her finger.
“F-Freyja…?” Alice quietly asked. “Can…can you hear me?”
Freyja scrunched up her face. She wasn’t quite sure what prompted the question. Maybe he was worried she had hit her head while they were tumbling down the mountain?
“Yeah, I can hear you,” Freyja reassured with an unfamiliar resonance in her voice. Her voice was a bit deeper for some reason. “Can you hear me?”
Alice relaxed slightly. “Y-Yeah…l-loud and clear. You just weren’t yourself earlier…”
Freyja wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that. But the way Alice was looking at her indicated that
“So, ah…this is…new.” Freyja awkwardly grinned. “You’re small, and I’m like…a dragon now? Or something?” Freyja and Alice stared at one another before Freyja chuckled. “This has to be a dream.”
“N-No, you’re…you’re definitely not dreaming,” Alice croaked as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “And I’m not the small one, you’re the one who’s, well…” He meekly held out his arms and squeaked out the rest of his sentence, “...gi-gantic.”
Freyja tried to absorb his correction. Finally, Freyja pushed herself up and made her way onto the gravely shore of the ankle-deep stream. She studied the nearby treeline. Those kinds of trees were native to the area, but they certainly shouldn’t look so frail and thin.
Freyja’s heart began to race. What was going on?
Carefully, she made her way towards the nearest tree. Freyja marveled as she studied the tree and how some of its lowest branches only went as high as her knee. She licked her lips nervously as she kept Alice cupped in one hand. She wanted to make sure he didn’t fall out while she was poking around.
Freyja crouched before the tree. She spied an abandoned bird’s nest that could easily fit on the tip of her pinky without issue. She reached out and gently held a branch between her thumb and fingers. Freyja got goosebumps as she acknowledged how big this branch would be to Alice, yet how easily it could break within her new thumb and fingers.
“Wow,” Freyja murmured, her eyes wide. Everything was familiar yet incredibly new. Delicate. Fragile.
And weirdly enough, Freyja felt amazing. She felt EXCITED. She’d always felt confident and stable before tonight. But now? There was this bizarre zeal that she couldn’t quite place. What at first was curiosity from her smaller surroundings now was replaced with a certain sense of…rightness? Of completion? It was no small exaggeration to say she felt like she had lightning in her veins.
After seeing Freyja’s quiet wonder, Alice gently placed a tiny hand on the muscle of her thumb. She inhaled sharply. That was a new sensation.
“You, um…should see yourself too,” Alice added softly. “Y-You should be able to see yourself in the river.”
The river? Freyja blinked. Oh God. Was that stream she fell in actually a RIVER? I mean, it made sense, given how the stream would’ve been compared to Alice. But that would mean…
“Damn, I really am huge, aren’t I?” Freyja murmured as she made her way over to the river. She carefully got down on her knees and peered into the water.
“Whoa…” Freyja murmured as she looked at her imperfect reflection in the lazy river. She gingerly ran her fingers through her new snow white hair, then ran a palm across the blackened buzz. Her green eyes glowed faintly as she studied her new, scarlet face
Freyja leaned back and finally took note of what her body looked like. Her broad-shouldered, muscular frame was now covered in red scales with bright blue ones going down from the elbows and the knees. In addition to the spikes on her knuckles, there were blades that curled out from her forearms and calves. As she twisted to examine herself she found a webbed spine growing out of her back. Despite this bizarre transformation, Freyja was grateful that at least some of her uniform had survived (though it was in tatters, and she certainly wasn’t going to question how any part of it survived.)
“I’m…WOW…” Freyja laughed. She had butterflies.
“Don’t you remember what happened?” Alice asked carefully as he looked up at her. Alice certainly didn’t look nearly as thrilled about all of this as she did.
“Not really, no. It’s all a bit of a blur.” Freyja tried to concentrate but with how fast her mind was racing, it was making it difficult to think straight. “I remember…that weird machine thing going crazy. And…I remember pulling you behind me. I remember being in pain…a ton of pain. I have bits and pieces of what happened after that, but…”
“Well, the Cambrian Engine…went off. Somehow,” Alice started, his tone somber and thoughtful as he tried to keep himself calm. Though the shaky hand he ran through his hair betrayed the facade. “You, um…took the blast. Whatever the blast did to you caused you to start to change. Y-You got stronger, your eyes started to glow…” Alice inhaled and added, “Y-you assaulted a superior officer when he had me at gunpoint.”
Freyja blinked in surprise. That was a really serious accusation that she wanted to unpack. Was Lieutenant Sinclair the one to pull the gun on him? Freyja wouldn’t have put it past her. Though she hoped the lieutenant wasn’t THAT controlling of her assistant. Still, Freyja let Alice continue.
“Then you just started to…” Alice held out his arms to pantomime something swelling and growing larger. Finally, after stretching out as far as he could reach Alice squeaked out a conclusion to his sentence with a quiet “grow.”
“You crushed a truck in your fist. Kinda like a stress ball. Y-You looked like you were in pain…a lot of pain.”
Freyja raised her eyebrows. She had vague flickers of memory of the feel of bending, twisting metal between her fingers and the heat of flame against her palm…huh. Tonight was full of new experiences.
“Yeah. I guess I was,” Freyja admitted as she let all this information sink in. It was bizarre hearing the summary from Alice’s perspective. It was like hearing someone give the summary of a story she wrote in kindergarten. Vaguely familiar, but still surprisingly new. “What happened next?”
Alice swallowed. “You were out of it. You didn’t seem like yourself. It seemed like you were on autopilot. I tried speaking to you, but you didn’t speak back. Then there was some kind of…roar? I guess? But it wasn’t from you. It shattered the windows. Then the soldiers that had brought the Engine tried to take this tablet from me. One threw a grenade and…I guess you grabbed me before it went off?”
He blushed and hummed thoughtfully. “I-I couldn’t see much after that. I heard the grenade go off, I heard shouting and gunfire…and then you roared and ran. I-I think you ripped your way through the warehouse wall too–I heard a lot of metal bending.”
“Rad,” Freyja murmured absentmindedly which earned a quizzical look from Alice.
“Then, um…we ran. Or, ah…YOU ran,” Alice giggled shyly. “And…you saved me. For like, the third time that night. And then we fell off a mountain! So that was…fun.”
Freyja guffawed so hard it made Alice instinctually grip the muscle in her hand again so he didn’t fall over. “Yeah! I mean. We’re alive, aren’t we? That’s great! I mean…definitely not thrilled by the fact I don’t remember you getting a gun pulled on you by an officer, but hey. We’re in one piece.”
Alice pursed his lips. He nodded gravely and spoke with an understanding that Freyja couldn’t quite place. “We’re…alive. Yeah. You’re right.”
After a few moments of Freyja kneeling there with Alice in hand, she started to reexamine herself once more. “So what am I ya’ think?” She idly flexed her fingers in her free hand–each was longer than Alice was tall. She carefully studied the fine scales that were blue from the elbows and knees downwards, and red across the rest of her body. They weren’t sharp or harsh scales, but just enough to provide some kind of thicker, natural armor.
Out of the corner of her eye, Freyja spied a flash of light within her arm. She raised up her arm to study her bicep. Within she saw dancing flickers of dim light. The way the light danced and arched reminded her of sluggish bolts of lightning behind a dark thunderhead. She couldn’t help but coo as she studied her arm.
“I don’t know. You’re still definitely a person, just…a lot bigger now. And more colorful. And covered in scales and spikes. And I guess you have lightning coursing through your muscles, too. You’re some sort of…Godzilla-dragon-alligator-woman?” Even as Alice spoke, his tone grew more and more skeptical. Maybe he was the one starting to think this was a dream.
Freyja grinned as she looked up from studying her bicep. “Not gonna lie…sounds pretty cool when you put it like that.”
Alice shot her an incredulous look. “Freyja, this is serious!”
“Yeah, I’m being serious!” Freyja threw her free arm out and laughed. “I feel so freaking good right now! I feel ALIVE!”
She flexed her outstretched bicep. Peeling out from beneath crimson, leathery muscle was a mighty display of brilliant aqua lightning that lit up her bicep like a Tesla coil. Freyja gasped as she grinned from ear to ear. “See? Look at that!”
Alice’s eyes lit up at the sight of the lightning. He shut his eyes tight and shook his head. “N-No no, Frey! You could be STUCK like this!” Alice protested in exasperation. “I’m sure this seems really cool right now, but what happens when people start to find out? Plus, who knows what else that machine did to you!”
Alice’s statements felt heavy, but true. Why hadn’t she thought of that? The wind left Freyja’s sails as she relaxed her arm and bit her lip. The bicep-lightning died down to the occasional pop of static, as if in sync with her emotions. “Damn…yeah, you’re…you’re right.”
Freyja tried to swallow her excitement and think rationally. While she did feel absolutely sublime, she knew that there would be consequences for all of this.
“So.” Freyja finally sighed. “What do we do?”
“We need to find answers.” Alice sighed as he checked the tablet’s screen and made sure it could still turn on. “B-B-Because right now, it’s just the blind leading the blind…”
“Maybe we should go back to the base?” Freyja suggested.
Alice shook his head. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea. If those soldiers were willing to kill me to get this tablet, I’d rather not give it back to them.” He nervously drummed the back of the tablet. “They could have the base on high alert, they could have people tracking us d-down. Heck, I-I don’t even know who ‘they’ are. I, um, had assumed they were with the Department of Defense, but after tonight…I…don’t really know anymore. Maybe if I mess with Maura’s tablet a bit, I can find out who-”
“Wait, Maura?” Freyja raised an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”
Alice was confused at first, but then realization hit him like a punch to the face. All of a sudden, he looked very guilty for a reason that Freyja couldn’t quite place. “Oh! Yeah, I mean Lieutenant Sinclair. Her, um…her name is-” Colorless cheek took on a new, nauseous shade as he whispered the correction: “Her name was…Maura…”
Now Freyja was the one feeling guilty. Though she couldn’t be certain of the relationship between Alice and Lieutenant Sinclair, it was clear that she had certainly meant something to Alice on a personal level if they were on a first-name basis. Muddled in foggy memory, Freyja did recall hearing Lieutenant Sinclair screaming behind her in the midst of the Engine’s eruption. She also remembered how quickly the lieutenant’s screaming had ceased. Judging by Alice’s reaction, Freyja could only assume that Lieutenant Sinclair hadn’t survived the event.
Alice refused to look back up at her now. His entire demeanor changed as his shoulder slumped inwards and he held the tablet tight to his chest. They sat in awkward silence as Alice tried to compose himself, though it was clear he was having little success.
Tentatively, Freyja reached up with her free hand. She’d never tried handling or comforting something or someone so small, but she imagined that a few fingers on his back might be a universally accepted sign of comfort for any creature. “Hey, I’m sorry,” Freyja finally spoke up, her voice soft and careful. “I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to-”
“Let’s just find somewhere where I can work, o-okay?” And though Alice’s voice cracked with emotion, the sharpness in his reply was enough to cause Freyja’s fingers to pull back instinctively.
Freyja pursed her lips. In the distance, thunder rumbled like a hungering beast. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go find some place to hunker down. And, um…let me know if you want to talk, okay? Tonight’s been a lot for both of us. Just because you didn’t get turned into, well…whatever THIS is…” She gestured to herself with her free hand, then looked back to Alice to see if he was looking at her yet. He was not. “That doesn’t mean whatever you’re feeling is any less painful. Okay?”
Freyja waited patiently for a response as Alice sat back down and wordlessly nodded. With knees pulled up to his chest, Alice looked away. Freyja exhaled slowly through her nostrils and accepted his acknowledgment. With equal silence, she rose to her feet and made her way down the river just as dark clouds started to roll in and rain began to gently fall.
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Genesis Day: Chapter 1
Author’s preface: All OCs used within the tag marked as Kaiju!AU have an alternate history to how they are presented in my other works of fiction on this blog.
Please let me know if you have any questions!
Happy Kaijune y’all. :)
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[Kaiju!AU]
Next Chapter: Chapter 2
Word count: 4160
CW: Adult language, mild blood, violence
It was barely midnight when deep within a supply warehouse, at the very edge of Fort Jeffrey, blood was spilt and shouts were raised.
Passing by old metal doors with grime-caked windows and into a hallway lit by strips of flickering fluorescent lighting, the distant fight’s din echoed down across dented lockers and linoleum floors. At the very end of the hallway, light escaped through the cracks of the warehouse doors and spilled out into the sleepy hallway…
Corporal Freyja Montayne staggered back–her boots hit heavily as she regained her footing. Her lungs ached, and sweat dripped from the tip of her nose as she rolled her broad shoulders and tried blinking the stars out from her vision. The intense lighting of the warehouse’s interior shone harshly down upon the center of the room.
Shouting. The stomping of boots. Applause. People were chanting her name.
Freyja tasted a familiar tang…that was fine–Freyja was used to the taste of blood.
“You okay Frey?” The question was nearly lost in the din of the onlookers.
Freyja took a moment to wipe the sweat and blood from her lips with the back of her hand. She bobbed her head to the cadence of the chanting before grinning. Fresh blood started trickling down her split lip once more.
“Who, me?” Freyja asked as she pointed to herself. She couldn’t help but grin widely. She could smell the salt of her sweat and could almost taste the adrenaline as her heart thundered like war drums. She felt ALIVE.
Freyja winked and squared back up. “Never felt better, Ekland.”
Ekland smirked and shrugged. “Good.”
Freyja danced forward towards Ekland–her wrapped fists raised to guard her face as she closed the distance between the two of them with brisk precision.
“KICK HIS ASS MONATYNE” Williams screamed. She roared with laughter as she threw her fists up in the air. Delgado meanwhile was yelling something to Ekland, but he was nowhere as loud as the Samoan private as she bellowed.
Thinking quickly about her posture and movements, Freyja jabbed with her left to test Ekland’s guard. Unsurprisingly, Ekland blocked it deftly. She grinned as she went in for a second jab…then feigned, and went for a hook instead. Ekland was completely blindsided as he went to guard for the jab, but found Freyja reaching around and clocking him in the side of the jaw.
Ekland staggered back a bit, though he kept himself squared up if Freyja planned to push the assault. Hunter–who had drawn the short straw and was acting ref tonight–kept a careful eye on the two of them. None of this was technically regulation boxing…nor was it probably the most “legal” of off-duty activities for soldiers to be partaking in. But it was a helluva good time, and everyone made sure to look out for one another.
And, of course, everyone also made sure not to snitch and tell the officers.
“You okay Ekland?” Freyja asked, echoing Ekland’s question from earlier. Ekland weakly nodded. He murmured something under his breath before bouncing on his heels once more. He licked his lips before he pressed forward. Ekland seemed determined not to back down–especially if Freyja wasn’t.
The next few seconds were nothing but a blur of jabs, blocks, and a lot of less than fancy footwork. As they got into a rhythm, it was hard to find an opening for Freyja–Ekland knew how to read her; but then again, the same could be said for Freyja as well.
They’d been part of Fireteam Griffin for far too long–they knew all of each other’s tells. They were more than just a well-oiled machine–they were a family. Sergeant Buck was the grumpy Dad, Freyja and Ekland were the two semi-responsible oldest children who would lovingly bicker and fight and drag Hunter into the mix by accident, Delgado was thoughtful and soft-spoken, and Williams was…well, Williams.
It also made it incredibly hard to find a proper opening when it came to boxing with one of them too.
Freyja went for a double jab, but was interrupted before she could even land the first–an overhand from Ekland sailed over her jab and clocked her in the face. Freyja grunted and staggered back, her eyes wide as her vision spun with spots. Damn–that was a good hit.
Hunter took a step, his eyes keen and trying to see if Freyja needed him to step in…but Ekland was faster. He closed the gap, his right shoulder pulled back ever so slightly…
Ekland jabbed, and Freyja dipped to the side. With a cry from the crowd, Freyja dealt a devastating hook to Ekland's exposed side. Ekland groaned as the air left his lungs. Freyja felt a satisfied surge of adrenaline that felt like lightning through her veins. She caught herself growling as she went for a second swing…
“STAND DOWN.”
The command was as loud and clear as a gunshot. It was enough for Freyja and Ekland to snap to attention. The sound of boots and heels echoed through the warehouse as the residual din of the match fell quiet as three figures made their way across the concrete towards the jerry-rigged boxing ring. The collection of twenty or so soldiers around the ring made of stacked boxes and cases turned to face the sound of the noise with muted horror.
The one who had barked the command was Gunnery Sergeant Norman Buck–the patriarch of Fireteam Griffin. Buck didn’t condemn nor condone these “training activities.” He allowed them to go on, so long as no one got too hurt and that everyone made sure they were looking out for one another.
With him was a copper-haired woman in a service uniform with plenty of medals that glistened in the harsh lights angled towards the boxing ring. And judging by the silver bar on her uniform, this was a Lieutenant. A First Lieutenant, in fact.
Damn–that probably explained why Buck was pissed then. They were ALL busted–himself included.
Freyja had seen this First Lieutenant around Fort Jeffrey. She walked around with a crisp, disciplined air and her head held high–and she always had her assistant close on her heels. Sure enough, he was with her–his arms clutching a collection of folders and a tablet close to his chest. He nervously readjusted his glasses as he studied the First Lieutenant’s movements…almost as if he too was waiting for her to go off like a grenade. As the Lieutenant stepped into the edges of the lights focused on the ring, Freyja could make out the name tag on her uniform: SINCLAIR.
Lieutenant Sinclair raised an eyebrow as she eyed the makeshift ring–her face was expressionless. Her assistant awkwardly shifted from foot to foot.
Most of the soldiers present looked very interested at their scuffed boots, the ceiling, the boring rows of shelves that lined the warehouse–basically anything that wasn’t the First Lieutenant. Not a single soul dared make eye contact with her. Not Ekland, not Delgado, not Williams, and sure as hell not Hunter–he'd already slipped out of the ring and was trying to make himself small and hidden behind the far side.
But Freyja didn’t back down. She knew it was pointless to act like they weren’t breaking any rules by having these fights, and she didn’t feel bad for doing so. They had fun and grew closer together as a fireteam and as soldiers–so why cower and back down when what they were doing was bringing them together? So Freyja just leaned heavily against the ropes of the ring and awaited the Lieutenant’s judgment.
“I’ve told them before to cut this out,” Buck sighed as he ran a leathery hand across his buzzed scalp. “Sorry Lieutenant. This won’t happen again…I’ll make sure of it this time.”
For a breathless moment the Lieutenant surveyed EVERYTHING. It felt like those cool blue eyes were picking apart every little detail. Every scratch, every bruise…
The Lieutenant’s gaze lingered on Freyja. Her eyes seemed to narrow. Freyja couldn’t help but frown. She was used to getting stares from people, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit put-off by the look Lieutenant Sinclair was giving her.
Finally, the Lieutenant broke her gaze from Freyja. There was a pause…
…before she laughed.
“Well, don’t leave me hanging!” Lieutenant Sinclair finally exclaimed with disarming brightness. “Who was winning?”
The soldiers gathered around murmured in surprise. This wasn’t exactly the berating they were expecting. A couple of them actually chuckled and seemed to visibly relax at seeing the levity of the Lieutenant. Sergeant Buck looked more confused than anything else; curiously, the Lieutenant’s mousy assistant hadn’t relaxed.
“Um…Corporal Montayne was, ma’am,” Ekland admitted as he too leaned up against the ropes on his end of the ring. He nursed his side where Freyja had slugged his liver–but not without a proud smirk on his face. “Girl here beat my ass. I got sloppy, and she went for the throat…”
“Well, at least you’re honest!” Lieutenant Sinclair said with a bright laugh. A few soldiers chuckled with her–even Williams was smiling; however, after a moment, Lieutenant Sinclair pursed her lips and sighed. “Look, this obviously CAN’T go on. As much as I would love for you to have these exercises, can you imagine what the top brass would say when they found out about this?
“But, I’m a fair woman,” the Lieutenant insisted. “I spoke with Sergeant Buck on the way here, and I understand that this little fight club of yours was done in good fun…so in the spirit of that, I’ll only be punishing two of you–” She gestured to Freyja and Ekland. “--the two I saw fighting with my own eyes. Corporal Montayne and…?”
Ekland’s expression had soured. He grimaced before responding. “Corporal Ekland, ma’am.”
“Ekland–thank you.” Lieutenant Sinclair put on a tired smile. “Now, Corporals Ekland and Montayne, I expect to see both of you at 0300–my office in Grant Hall, room 116. I’ll put the two of you to work and we’ll put this whole thing behind us.”
Freyja and Ekland exchanged a glance.
“So…in like, three hours?” Freyja carefully asked. Lieutenant Sinclair nodded.
“By the time we’re finished you’ll be able to make it in time for your morning regiments with the rest of your fireteam.” Lieutenant Sinclair looked to Sergeant Buck. “Does this seem reasonable, Sergeant?”
“That seems fair to me, Lieutenant,” Buck grunted.
“Very good.” Lieutenant Sinclair beamed. She clasped her hands together and looked about. “Now let’s get this cleaned up and get back to our posts, shall we? Dismissed.”
And with that, she turned on her heel and marched out. Her assistant shot an apologetic look to no one in particular before hurrying off after the Lieutenant. An awkward silence fell over the warehouse as soldiers started to trickle out–not a soul stayed behind to help, until it was only Fireteam Griffin.
“Fine, don’t help us clean up!” Williams yelled through cupped hands. “Y’all are just a bunch of scablickin’ sons of a-”
“Private Williams,” snapped Buck. Williams looked as though Buck had stopped her from trying to help an old lady cross the street.
“What?!” Williams asked incredulously. Buck could only manage an exasperated sigh–he clearly did not have the energy to match William’s tonight.
“Can she even do that?” Ekland asked no one in particular as he just leaned against the ropes and grimaced. “Roping us into an all-nighter? We have drills tomorrow. Isn’t she worried about Frey and I crashing? I’m sure the corpsman would love to know we’re getting zero sleep tonight…”
“Doesn’t matter if she can–just be thankful she didn’t deal harsher punishments,” Sergeant Buck retorted with a snarl as he marched over. And though he huffed and simmered, he carried himself like a disappointed father–but not one without care of his children. The weathered sergeant started unworking the ring’s ropes with his calloused, leathery fingers. With a silent nod, he motioned for the soldiers in his fireteam to lend a hand.
Like clockwork, Freyja and Ekland started helping with the ropes while Delgado and Williams started removing the tarp and boxes that made up the ring proper.
“Besides,” Buck added softly. “I’m not about to let you two collapse on me tomorrow…not because of the Lieutenant, anyway.”
“Sarge is right,” Hunter quipped as he poked out from behind his hiding spot to help. “We actually got off pretty lightly, all things considerin’…”
“Speak for yourself,” Ekland grumbled. “Pullin’ an all-nighter for Princess Copperhead? No thank you…that’s the last thing I wanted to do with my evening. Also, where the hell did YOU scurry off to Hunter? Slinkin’ off while Montayne and I took the heat-”
“That’s First Lieutenant Sinclair to you, corporal,” Buck growled as he cut off Ekland’s chastisement of Hunter. “Watch your tongue.”
“You could’ve lied for us Sarge,” Ekland insisted. “We had a good thing goin’!”
“I’ve lied for y’all for three months now–to MY superiors.” Buck glowered. He shook his head with a sigh as he started wrapping up the rope. “This got bigger than just Griffin–it was bound to come crashing down on y’all eventually.”
“Ekland is thankful you covered for us for so long, Sarge,” reassured Freyja as she helped snake over the rest of the rope that Buck was working on. She jumped down from the ring with a heavy thud and smiled as she passed it along to him. “I am too. You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble.”
Buck puffed out his cheeks and slowly exhaled. He quietly shrugged as he finished reeling up his length of rope before passing it over to Freyja.. “Yeah, well…this fireteam’s a family. ‘Families sometimes make real shitty decisions, but you still do what you can to help ‘em…within reason, of course.”
“You got that right, sir.” Freyja grinned. Buck moved away to help Hunter with one of the larger supply containers.
“So what’s the deal with the Lieutenant, anyway?” Ekland asked. He looked around curiously, and judging by his tone it sounded like he was actively looking for dirt.
“Careful,” warned Buck before he quickly switched to instructing Hunter on how to lift with his legs, and not with his back
“I’m just asking, Sarge!” Ekland insisted. “One minute she seems chill, and the next minute she’s dragging Montayne and I out for an all-nighter! Besides, didja see how her assistant looked at her? Poor guy was shaking like a leaf.”
“I heard she’s some kind of…living artificial-intelligence experiment made by ex-war criminals living out in Argentina!” Williams grinned as she stopped what she was doing so she could perch on the container she had been hauling. She drummed her fingers anxiously on the edge of the container. “I’ve also heard that she’s the daughter of some crazy cultist millionaire who builds giant robots!”
“Oh hell yeah!” Ekland cackled as he moved a water barrel. “Now THAT’S some dirt!”
“You’re SO weird Williams,” Hunter groaned as he and Buck successfully got their container off the ground. Williams glared at him, and looked ready to pounce off her perch once he stepped within range.
“Knock it off you two,” Freyja ordered with a laugh. Williams sneered, but forced herself to relax.
“I heard she was stationed out at Camp Fromann in Savannah back in ‘18,” huffed Delgado with a murmur. “She got demoted and shipped out after she nearly got her company killed of heatstroke. Makin’ ‘em do all sorts of shitty, off-the-wall PT drills that weren’t even scheduled that week during the hottest summer in Georgia.”
Freyja furrowed her brow as she listened. That was a serious accusation. It was one thing to throw around silly conspiracy theories about living supercomputers and crazy millionaires…but this? Lieutenant Sinclair putting other soldiers in harm's way?
Those calculating looks the Lieutenant had given them prior. The way that Freyja almost felt…appraised. Deconstructed. How wrong it felt…
With any luck, Freyja hoped that Lieutenant Sinclair didn’t have plans to try and have her killed in a few hours.
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After they had broken down the rest of the ring, Buck shut down all talk about the Lieutenant and ordered Hunter, Williams, and Delgado back to the barracks so they could get rested–he didn’t intend for the entirety of Fireteam Griffin to be exhausted in the morning. Ekland and Buck hung back so the Sergeant could have a word with Ekland about his behavior regarding the Lieutenant.
With nothing better to do for the next few hours, Freyja decided to split off so she could go hit the showers and grab a quick bite to eat. 0300 would come quickly, and Freyja wanted to make sure she was refreshed and fueled up for an all-nighter. Hopefully it wouldn’t hit her too hard during PT tomorrow.
She couldn’t help but drink in the cool, springtime air as she slowed her gait. It was a bright night with a clear sky, brilliant stars, and a full moon. She was from the city, so she was still getting used to bright nights like this that didn’t involve cities and street lamps. But high up in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest, Fort Jeffrey was a prime local for those soldiers who enjoyed gazing up, and getting lost in their thoughts as they looked at the the stars abov-
WHAM.
Freyja staggered back only a pace but the collision was enough to grab her attention as she watched the man she ran into yelp and fall right onto his tailbone as his armful of papers and folders were thrown upward from the man’s sheer surprise.
Tossed papers fluttered down like lazy helicopter seeds as the man groaned and nursed his tailbone. His grimace melted as he looked up at her and stared for a moment–his eyes widened slightly.
Freyja was honestly used to people staring. And honestly, people had every reason to stare. Freyja was a lot. She was big in every sense of the word–not that that bothered her, mind you..but she understood how off-putting and unattractive that could be. It could even be annoying or potentially scary if she wasn’t careful. And though she never hated herself for being big, sometimes it did make her sad that others didn’t love her the way she loved herself.
But this man’s expression was different.
She couldn’t quite place what that look on his face looked like. But whatever it was, it made her feel…good. Really good. There was something really endearing about the way he looked up at her–it was a look that she wanted to protect. She felt her cheeks heat up a bit as she realized she was staring at him too.
After a few breathless moments, the man blushed and cleared his throat. He quickly scrambled onto his hands and knees and tried to gather up the papers and manilla folders as best as he could. “G-Gosh, I’m…I’m sorry ma’am. I-I…REALLY should’ve been watching where I was going. I-I’m just a bit of a clutz tonight. U-Um…sorry, I…here, let me just get this all outta your way…”
Freyja couldn’t help but guffaw. “Hey, no! It’s okay! Look, I was the one not paying attention. Here, lemme help you…”
Without really waiting for his permission, Freyja dropped down on one knee and swept up most of the papers and folders. The man scooted back with a soft squeak–clearly he wasn’t anticipating her to actually help him. As Freyja awkwardly shuffled the papers into a clumsy stack of sorts, the man reached over and grabbed a pair of glasses that had fallen onto the ground. He slipped his glasses back, readjusted them, then pursed his lips as he studied Freyja carefully.
Wait, wasn’t this Lieutenant Sinclair’s assistant? Dark hair, scrawny frame, glasses…
“There.” Freyja smiled as she tucked the paper stack under one arm and stood to her full height. She reached a hand down towards him. “Need a hand?”
The man stared at her hand for a moment before reaching up to place his slender hand in hers. She curled her strong, calloused fingers in a secure grip before Freyja hauled him to his feet. She probably should’ve given him some warning first, as the man yelped as he caught air for a moment, then burst into laughter as he landed with a bit of a stumble.
Freyja felt her cheeks grow hot again.
His laugh was bright and clear–like a bird’s song. It was a surprisingly lovely sound. Freyja couldn’t help but smile even wider as she heard it.
“I think these belong to you,” Freyja teased as she offered him the stack of papers and folders. “Sorry it's all jumbled up now...” The man blushed and smiled shyly. He mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ as he took the stack back from her and hugged it close to his chest.
“So, um…you got a name?” Freyja asked as she placed her hands on her hips. “I know I’ve seen you taggin’ along with Lieutenant Sinclair…but I don’t think we’ve ever met before. Sorry your first impression of me was an underground boxing ring and then crashing into you like a semi-truck going down the highway.”
“Oh! You’re just fine, ma’am–it happens to the best of us. And, um…my name is Alice, ma’am. Alice Beauchamp,” the man–Alice–replied reluctantly. “And you’re…Corporal Montayne, right?”
“Good memory.” Freyja grinned down at him. “But please, call me Freyja.” She paused for a moment so she could try and work out Alice’s surname. “Alice Beau-...chaw?”
Alice blushed and giggled as he ducked his head. “Ah! You’re close! Um…you kinda hafta swallow the last bit of it. It’s spelled -champ, but…ya’ know. Silly French names…you basically just gotta swallow all the consonants and make it sound fancy at the end of a word...”
He gave a little flippant wave of his hand and an awkward little laugh as he rolled his eyes self-mockingly. “Silly girl’s name, silly French name…that’s me!”
Freyja furrowed her brow and laughed, “Hey now! I LIKE your name! It’s cute. And besides, my name literally is spelt with a ‘y’ and a ‘j’...so join the Our Names are Spelled Weird, But Still Sound Really Cool Club!!”
Alice blinked in surprise and then burst into laughter as he clutched his papers tightly to his chest. It was infectious, because it got Freyja laughing too. After a few moments, the laughter died down and Alice awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well, um…thanks for helping me with my papers Freyja.” Alice beamed up at her. “I should probably let you get going, huh? I know Ma-” He caught himself before clearing his throat and continuing, “-Lieutenant Sinclair wants you to be over at 0300. So, I’ll let you go…but, um…I guess I’ll see you then?”
“You’ll be there too?” Freyja asked with surprise. “I didn’t think the First Lieutenant would need YOU to stay up to help her oversee any disciplinary action. I figured she just needs some muscle to help her do some heavy lifting or somethin’.”
“Yeah, well.” Alice sheepishly shrugged. “I like to help her out where I can.”
There was a feel of awkward tension the moment Lieutenant Sinclair had been brought up. Freyja wanted to crack a joke about her to lighten the mood, but something stopped her from doing so. The way that Alice just…tightened at the mention of her. She watched that precious glimmer in his eyes that she had wanted to see stay lit start to flicker and dim. It was almost as if he was bracing himself for the impact of something…
“Well.” Alice jumped as Freyja replied. She smiled down at him. “I guess I’ll see you in a few hours then, yeah? Hopefully it won’t be too bad.”
Alice couldn’t help but smile. “Y-Yeah…I’ll…I’ll see you then.”
Freyja wasn’t quite sure if she should give him a slug on the shoulder, offer a fist bump, or maybe even a hug…so she just kinda gave an awkward little two-finger salute before walking off–though she was certainly cursing herself for somehow making things awkward towards the end.
Alice watched Freyja lumber off. He was still shaking a bit from the encounter; however, he wasn’t shaking in a bad way. In fact, he felt how incredibly hot his cheeks were getting. He swallowed nervously as he tried to still his racing heart…
He felt a stab of panic as his phone vibrated–he yelped and fumbled a bit with his arms full of paper before pulling out his phone and checking the notification:
What’s taking you?
Lieutenant Sinclair–though what wasn’t the name he had for her in his phone.
Alice swallowed hard. Jeepers, surely he wasn’t THAT late…how long had he taken speaking with the corporal? Not too long, he hoped…
After Alice awkwardly rearranged the papers his arms, he typed out a quick reply:
Sorry I’m late! See you soon, ily :)
Alice saw that Lieutenant Sinclair had read the message, but no reply came.
He felt a silly wave of hurt attempt to bubble up, but Alice promptly shoved it back down as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and hurried off towards Lieutenant Sinclair’s quarters.
They had a lot to discuss.
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Genesis Day: Chapter 2
[Kaiju!AU]
Previous Chapter: Chapter 1
Next Chapter: Chapter 3
Word Count: 1520
CW: Gaslighting
Alice’s heart was still racing after his brief encounter with Corporal Freyja Montayne. It’d been…what? One hour? Maybe not even that? And he still couldn’t get her low, warm voice out of his head.
At first he had been embarrassed for being so careless and clumsy in front of a complete stranger. She was a soldier–one that was clearly quite strong and capable. Not to mention one who was still glistening with sweat from her earlier boxing match. Her lip was split, but had stopped bleeding. What was first embarrassment turned to awe at the sight of her–a sensation that left his heart buzzing like a pack of Pop Rocks. And then after talking with her, after hearing her laughter…embarrassment and awe had melted into something…else. Something even sweeter than awe.
He remembered Freyja at the warehouse and how she looked as she casually draped her massive, chiseled arms over the ropes. Strong, but beautiful. She had been battered and bruised and dripping with sweat and blood…but despite all of that, she still managed that half-cocked grin under those harsh warehouse lights…
A sincere confidence that wasn’t smothered by the pain.
Alice cleared his throat once he felt his cheeks grow hot. He pursed his lips and tried focusing on the words on the document in front of him–he had been reading the same sentence over and over for what felt like ages. The letters and words just…blurred.
Alice ran a shaky hand through his thinning hair–a nervous habit. There was something nagging him about that encounter. What was it? While sure, Freyja was attractive and she seemed quite sweet, their interaction left something hooked to his psyche. Something gnawing at him–something was vying for attention…
Attention. Being noticed.
Even though neither of them had been paying attention when they bumped into each other, Freyja went out of her way to make sure he was okay and that he wasn’t hurt. She even helped pick up his paperwork. Some might simply call that “human decency,” but then again…it wasn’t something that Alice saw every day. It was compassion without any ulterior motive; indeed, it was being kind for kindness’ sake.
Even though he hadn’t been noticed at first, he felt incredibly seen as Freyja laughed off their mutual clumsiness and readily helped him..
A guilty part of Alice wasn’t quite sure if Maura would’ve done the same.
While Alice had felt his heart sparkle thinking about Freyja, he found that joy quickly sour into a guilt that threatened to drag him down. He was in a committed relationship after all. Alice really shouldn’t be thinking about another woman like this, no matter how nice or pretty they looked…
But the way that SHE had looked at him…
“Someone looks happy.”
Alice yelped as he jumped. He had nearly forgotten where he was.
The officer’s quarters were minimalistic. He was sitting on Lieutenant Sinclair’s bed–the mattress was a familiar comfort (though he wished he wasn’t sitting on it alone). Everything in her quarters had its exact place–everything was precisely how Lieutenant Sinclair had arranged it to be. The clock on the wall, the framed diplomas and pictures, the fake plants–everything.
Lieutenant Maura Sinclair was staring at him–her face half cast in shadow thanks to the light cast by her desk lamp. Her hat and jacket were hung, and she had slipped out of her heels for a moment in an attempt to unwind before the meeting.
“What’s got you smiling?” Maura pressed with a coo. Her lips curled into a smile. It was almost disarming to see how soft Maura looked in this moment…the softness of the smile, the way that her copper locks fell in lazy waves to frame her angular face.
A muggy, summer evening…the lapping of the Savannah River on the banks…the touch of her hand in his…the taste of cinnamon and dark chocolate on her lips…the reflection of lightning bugs in her eyes…
Alice’s heart ached as those memories came fluttering back to him on fragile wings. Sure they had their rough patches, but they had been together through so much. They’d spent so many sweet, lovely nights talking about their future together and how Maura never wanted him to leave her side. He still loved her, and she loved him…didn’t she?
Some days it was a little hard to tell.
“J-Just…” Alice couldn’t bring it to admit what he was actually thinking. “Thinking about your meeting…that’s all. I’m excited for you, sweetie! This’ll be SO big for you!”
Maura narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. After a moment of studying him like a pinned butterfly, Maura leaned back in her chair with a sigh and idly fiddled with her pen. She studied the sharp lines and edges of every ceiling tile as she pondered.
“Me too.” Maura admitted quietly. “Tonight might be THE most important night of my career. It’s not every day the Department of Defense entrusts this level of classified tech to be tested just anywhere…and to me, of all officers. Especially after Camp Fromann, we need to make sure nothing goes wrong tonight.”
There was a heavy moment of silence before she added coolly: “That means there can’t be any screw ups, Alice.”
Alice felt like he had taken a punch to the gut. Alice knew precisely the meaning behind the edge of her statement, but it was still uncalled for–it still hurt.
He remembered their fight after the hearing at Camp Fromann–and each fight that followed. He wished he had been able to do more for her. He knew it was his fault that Maura was in this situation to begin with, because he hadn’t done enough for her. They could’ve had so many more beautiful evenings by the Savannah River, just like they used to…and Alice had been the one to ruin all of it.
“Maura, that…” Alice admitted quietly. He tried swallowing his hurt and attempted to redirect the conversation back towards her. “I know how important tonight is to you…I-I would never want to screw it u-”
“Alice, you’re taking things too personally.” Maura cut him off, her eyes not leaving the ceiling. “Please stop making this all about you.”
Alice pursed his lips tight and swallowed. He didn’t feel fine. But then again…maybe he really was just taking things too personally? Maybe he WAS the one in the wrong.
“I promise, everything will go great,” Alice reassured with a smile and a tone of confidence he didn’t feel. Maura didn’t respond–she just kept studying the ceiling.
Alice licked his lips nervously. He swallowed then fumbled with the knot of his tie as he worked to loosen it a bit. Sure it wasn’t exactly “professional” of him...but it was just him and his girlfriend in her quarters, and mercy, did he hate the feeling of his tie pressed up against his neck. It felt awful. Constricting. Now he actually felt like he could BREATHE.
After taking a few steady gulps of air, Alice set his paperwork to the side. He crossed the distance between them and knelt down by her side. He reached up and took up her free hand in his. Alice smiled and looked up at her until she finally flitted her gaze down at him.
“Tonight will be AMAZING!” Alice cooed as he squeezed Maura’s hand tightly. “And if you need anything–anything at all–you just let me know…okay? I would do anything for you Maura Sinclair.”
Maura looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. Alice reached up and tucked some of Maura’s coppery hair behind her ear. He brushed her cheek.
They searched one another's eyes. Alice was curious to know what Maura saw his…and truthfully, he couldn’t even begin to tell what she was thinking.
Finally, Maura set her pen down and reached back out to cup the nape of Alice’s neck. She held him there for a moment before leaning in for a kiss and Alice reached up to meet her. He closed his eyes and waited for the sensation of her lips against his. And though it came, it felt…cold. Vacant, almost. Maura kissed him deeply–he could feel her gently digging her fingers into the muscles of his neck. Maura practically loomed over him as she drank in every bit of him that she could…
And though Alice kissed back, he did not feel what Maura felt.
After a few more moments of polite lip service, Alice finally broke away from the kiss–though Maura leaned in, as if anticipating a few more seconds. When she realized the kiss was over, she straightened up slightly and smiled softly down at him. Her hand slid around his neck so she could readjust and pull his tie back up.
“Anything, Ally Cat? Mmmm…” Maura mused playfully as she used her old pet name for him. She gently held onto his tie and gave Alice a peck on the forehead. “Careful, I might just hold you to that.”
A new spark of confidence was ignited in Maura’s eyes. Confidence…or perhaps even hunger? “And you know what? You’re absolutely right…”
Tonight is going to be perfect.
#g/t#giant/tiny#Genesis Day#Ozwynn Kaiju!AU#Kaiju!AU#ogtoc Alice#ogtoc Maura#g/t writing#cw gaslighting
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5, 13, 21 for Freyja and Alice, please!
Thank you @ratcatcher0325 🥺 these are definitely going to be some fun ones to answer... 🙈
Freyja, 21 - "Guilty pleasures": Anything that makes Alice smile and blush; any excuse to show her arms and shoulders off; the smell of sunscreen; MASSIVE sloppy burgers that are just absolutely a huge mess to eat.
Alice, 21 - "Guilty pleasures": Feeling the movements and noises of Freyja whenever she’s around--her boisterous laughter, when she walks around and it shakes the ground, the way she rumbles softly when she holds him; Taylor Swift’s last few album (especially the song “Paper Rings”); chocolate and peanut butter anything; Cherry Vanilla Diet Dr Pepper with added half-and-half.
Freyja, 13 - "What gets them flustered": (I took one pass at this here, HOWEVER "flustered" also has two meanings 👀 so let's use the cutesy one here)
Freyja gets flustered when Alice sings. She just loves the sound of his voice—especially when she can tell he’s feeling happy and whole.
Alice, 13 - "What gets them flustered": Anytime anyone calls him cute or a sweetheart. He also gets flustered when his mom--Coda Beauchamp--tells him how proud she is of him, and how brave he’s been throughout some really awful and horrible moments in his life.
Freyja, 21 - "Turning points in their life": The moment she realized she isn’t defined by what her family’s expectations are for her and if FREYJA wants to break out of that Montayne family mold--to laugh loudly, to be “a lot,” to be a girl who gets dirty and bruised from playing rough--then she can.
Alice, 21 - "Turning points in their life": Climbing out of a dark, dark place with his ex-girlfriend Maura, standing up for himself, and learning to allow himself genuine Happiness that doesn’t have to be tied to anyone other than himself. It was allowing himself to be vulnerable and allowing himself to feel love again--from others, but also himself as well.
(See below the CW and break for the full answer to this)
(CW: references to abuse)
The biggest turning point in Alice’s life was realizing he was in a toxic, abusive relationship with Maura. It was summoning the courage to stand-up for himself and break up with her, and knowing when to physically leave when she started to make threats towards him. It involved him finding worth in himself and who he is, and not conforming to what others think he SHOULD be. And eventually it was allowing himself to be vulnerable and allow genuine healing and love to come back into his life when he met Freyja.
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Number 3 for Alice and Freyja? 👀
3. How did you come up with this OC’s name?
Alice Beauchamp: This one has a LOT of inside jokes and references, so bare with me.
Originally Alice didn't have a name for the longest time. He had a placeholder name that was "Beau" because he was Freyja's "little beau." However it had a certain connotation that didn't feel right, and it sounded too masculine for what I was going for. After a friend of mine thought I was from Australia (because of "Oz" = Aus), I thought it'd be a cute lil' reference to have my sona be named after a town in Australia--especially since I've loved Australia since I was a lil' kid. At the time my brother was also living in "Alice Springs, Australia" so I thought it'd be a cute nod to have Alice be named after that town! It's also a cute feminine name that can be used (uncommonly) for boys as well.
I still did want to use "beau" though, so I poked around with a few different last names with "Beau." Without realizing it, my shortlist of Beau names had "Beauchamp" on it--which turned out to be the last name of a very dear friend (and used with their permission).
Freyja Montayne: I knew from the start I wanted Freyja to have a Nordic name, because she was very much inspired by Viking women and Valkyries). I've always thought the name Freyja was incredibly pretty (and the name of one of the Norse goddess of both War and Love), and the spelling with the "yj" was something that was pleasing to my eyeballs.
Montayne was originally conceived through the idea of a "slant rhyme." I wanted a word that SOUNDED like "mountain," without being the actual word. Inspired by the signer Montagne, I tweaked the spelling to resemble the last name of a friend of mine (whose maiden name is Thayne), and that's how I settled on Montayne! (though the fact that montagne is French for "mountain" is purely accidental).
Thank you SO so much Terri 🥺
Here's the Prompt ask list, if y'all would like to participate!
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I posted 2,067 times in 2022
That's 862 more posts than 2021!
186 posts created (9%)
1,881 posts reblogged (91%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@chamomile-g-tea
@pocket-ozwynn
@territorialrain
@hellbreakher
@herebegiants
I tagged 1,014 of my posts in 2022
#ogtoc freyja - 155 posts
#ogtoc alice - 144 posts
#g/t - 118 posts
#giant/tiny - 111 posts
#ogtoc rowan - 98 posts
#ogtoc zelly - 79 posts
#offline valor inspo - 53 posts
#wholesome giantess - 41 posts
#🥺 - 40 posts
#oc asks - 39 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#but when i first was coming up with freyja i took a good deal of inspiration from one of earthsong's characters--specifically her body shape
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Ozwynn’s Masterlist
Welcome! Please take a seat, and meet the cast!
You’ll find information about my main OC and stories below, with some art reference for each of them, a short summary on who they are and their role in their setting, and links to various stories and one-shots they are included in. Additional information and AU’s will be added and marked as such (University!AU, Kaiju!AU, Borrower!AU, etc.)
But for now please enjoy!
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GENESIS DAY/Kaiju!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place.
OFFLINE VALOR/Borrower!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): The only survivor of his desolated clan, the infamous Borrower kingslayer and assassin Rowan the Last is on the run from forces unknown. Dropped from the jaws of death, he falls into the hands of the chaotic pink-haired streamer Human Zelly Klouse-Calloway who gives him a simple promise: “you can trust me.”
GT July 2022 Masterpost: One-shots and AU’s for @gianttol‘s GT July 2022 prompt list
Very Sure: A miscellaneous piece not tied to anyone in particular, just some of my own raw feelings regarding G/t
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Freyja Montayne (the University!AU; the Kaiju!AU)
(Giant)
(art credit goes to @chamomile-g-tea)
Freyja Montayne is BIG in every sense of the word. Stature, laughter, love--all of it, big. And she LOVES IT. Playing Center for the Behemoth’s women rugby team, Freyja is trying to be the advocate and hype-woman anyone needs--be they small or big. If she’s not on the field, she's working out, out dancing like a dork with her friends, or spending quality time with her boyfriend Alice Beauchamp--heaven knows he needs his gigantic girlfriend to keep him on track.
You can find her in:
-GTU/University!AU story:
Coming Soon
-GTU/University!AU one-shots:
“Okay” - (Word Count: 869): Freyja can tell something’s wrong with Alice.
“Rest Up” - (Word Count: 22): Freyja demonstrates how she "encourages” Alice to relax.
“Overwhelmed” - (Word Count: 302): Alice asks to be close tonight.
“Blossoming” - (Word count: 1192): As they cool off by the canal, Freyja wants to give Alice a budding gift.
Ask: What’s Alice + Freyja’s favorite thing to do to relax together? - (Word Count: 723): Alice & Freyja unwind at the end of the night.
Ask: What is something that Freyja does that makes Alice feel loved? - (Word Count: 652): After Freyja finishes rugby practice, the couple figure out where they’re going for dinner.
To Smite a Giant - (Word Count: 649): Freyja isn’t the only one who can flirt, and Alice isn’t the only one who can get flustered.
Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout - (Word Count: 972): Undeterred in the slightest, Alice fully intends on taking care of a very sick Freyja.
-Kaiju!AU:
“Genesis Day” Masterpost: A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place.
-Knight Colossus!AU:
“The Colossus’s Cricket” - (Word Count: 2298): Lady Freyja, the Knight Colossus, returns to her little alchemist with a couple of rare, magical finds.
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#4
I struggle with a “fear of being forgotten.”
It’s manageable, but it definitely can be suffocating at times. It’s tied in to my Dad’s condition, my own mental illnesses, and just being a people pleasure.
So to feel “forgotten” is just crushing. It makes me feel so small, so overlooked, so unnoticed.
But even with those negative feelings of “feeling small” I think that’s also why I love G/t so much. It also explains why I gravitate towards the comforting and the romance and love aspects of G/t as well.
Just imagine what that might feel like.
Imagine a loved one so much bigger and capable and stronger than you--either in actuality or just by how you perceive them--and the fact that they notice you. But it wouldn’t stop there. They wouldn’t just notice you, they would love you, care for you, make sure you’re not forgotten, make sure you’re kept safe.
For all they can do and all that they are, they want you.
I know for some that’s trite and not their cup of tea. Some might bring up that it’s difficult or practical, but in my brain that’s not the point (for me, at least).
The point is that grounding, reassurance that someone actually cares about me. Love can sometimes be the most illogical, improbable thing--and yet it’s still here.
Anywho, those are just some of my thoughts. <3 I’ve been gone from Tumblr for awhile due to some mental health reasons. I can’t promise I’ll come back full-swing, but it is nice to just kinda throw these thoughts out into the cosmos and hope it finds meaning for someone.
Love y’all. Have a wonderful day. :)
159 notes - Posted February 8, 2022
#3
I wish that media wouldn’t treat a man being saved by a woman as a joke or something to be ashamed by. I’m having childhood flashbacks of all the times I wanted to have media that allowed for men to be saved, men to be sensitive, etc. A younger me could’ve benefited immensely from that kind of healthy representation that anyone is worth saving & showing emotions.
169 notes - Posted August 17, 2022
#2
I’m feral at the idea of capable Tinies who need to slow down, and they have a Giant in their life who is going to help them learn how to rest.
A brilliant student who has been pulling several all-nighters cramming for a final they’re definitely way overthinking, so their Giant plucks them up and says “nope you’re done, you need to rest” and tucks them in their pocket and takes them out for lunch or coffee. And the student just passes clean out in their pocket the moment they feel even just a bit of comfy fabric on their face.
A Borrower who has known nothing but pain and desperation their whole life--one who has had to kill for every substantial meal that has sustained them. But now they’re learning what COMFORT is with a Human? And it’s scary and uncomfortable and weird? And they sort of have to be coaxed into not sleeping with their weapons every night, and allowing themselves to trust that the Human will keep them safe?
It’s not a matter of the Tinies NOT being able to handle themselves--they can and they have for a good long while, but it’s the fact that they FINALLY are allowed a moment to actually REST and feel SAFE.
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My #1 post of 2022
There’s something really appealing to me about the idea that a Giant might go absolutely feral and wild when discovering their Tiny s/o has been hurt or is in some kind of danger.
I just love it when the Giant is described as this “force of nature” that becomes unbridled the moment the love of their life is threatened. Not in a possessive or obsessive way, but in this passionate protection and care that comes when you’re dealing with an s/o that is something like a living thunderstorm or walking volcano.
338 notes - Posted May 16, 2022
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FREYJA #3 AND #8 DO IT NOW
OR ELSE!!
PINK DEATH THREATS RETURN
Freyja Montayne
3. Your OC has the chance to either grab pepper spray, a baseball bat, a knife or a shoe, which one would they grab?
So context is wildly important here, because it implies Freyja needs to defend herself for some reason. My brain thinks in terms of Fantasy/D&D mechanics and tropes when thinking of "what weapon might my character wield," and typically that falls into the camps of "blunt or sharp." So here's my response:
If Freyja was defending herself against a giant, definitely a baseball bat. 1. Because it falls under her sports aesthetic, 2. It allows her to utilize her strength that the other weapons simply wouldn't provide.
If Freyja was defending herself against a tiny, she probably wouldn't react because...it's a tiny. BUT she'd probably try using a sneaker to defend herself--also because the only other viable option from this list to defend against a tiny would be pepper spray...and, just, oof. I really don't wanna imagine what would happen if a tiny got sprayed with pepper spray. Also because I feel like Freyja would weirdly be against the need for her to own pepper spray. Not that it isn't extremely important to own pepper spray for your own protection, Freyja's just cocky and believes in her own strength
8. What gif describes their life?
Oh gifs, let's hope I upload this right. Because Tumblr's gif options are terrible
SO Freyja isn't just an athlete, she's almost a performer--a gladiator, of sorts. It's not enough for her to be the fastest, or the strongest, oh no, she wants to be REMEMBERED. Because of this, she's cocky, loud, boisterous, and extremely risky at times, if she knows it'll help her pull off an incredibly memorable play. I'm definitely thinking it probably has a deep seeded fear of being forgotten/underappreciated by her family/loved ones, so that's why she pushes so hard to be more than "just the best." There's two Family dynamics I'm mulling over, but I think the rest of Freyja's sisters are extremely talented in medicine/law/business/"real jobs" and her parents were very much the kind that told Freyja "why can't you be more like your sisters?" That's not canon (yet) but definitely an idea.
In a lot of ways, she's like the MCU's Thor. Hope she doesn't end up losing an eye in the process...
(This also transitions to different AUs as well, with her completing missions/defense of a city from a Kaiju with unnecessary risks and thunder, so long as it allows people to remember the name Freyja Montayne)
#giant/tiny#g/t#freyja my beloved#wholesome giantess#thanks again skygen!#you bubblegum agent of chaos you
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Freyja Montayne
20. I think some mild bewilderment! She knows what a zebra IS (depending on the AU), but where she comes from they only have horses and so seeing a "striped horse" would instantly trigger some fun curiosity. She'd also ask "is it black with white stripes or white with black stripes?"
13. Weirdly enough, not a huge fan of chocolate! She's more of a strawberry shortcake kind of a girl. So no, I don't think she'd resort to murdering a guard over some chocolate cake. (honestly, this one got me thinking)
27. Oh she is so impulsive, she'd look down at Tinysona and go "imma flick it" and immediately go and try to touch the floating beach ball.
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