Nerobrine2

Wait. These are the guys who made songs like “All The Way” and “Space Is So Cool”?! That’s sick dude.

Ya killing me here, man. I got a whole ‘ other story that I need to catch up on that’s over two hundred parts, and now I’m too intrigued by this to not check it out, but this looks way fucking longer. Ah well. I’ll still try my best to catch up.

Best advice I can give, sit still, remember to breathe, and do something that turns your brain off. Not so much something that makes you relax, but something mindless and/or mindnumbing. It tends to help me with the small bouts of anxiety I get.

Girl came to me like an angle, and I spoke like a goddam prophet.

As now, the doll was free. No longer waiting, begging to be released from torment of solitude upon the shelf. Now she could be held, could be played with, could talk to another. And so it sobbed, all the to its new home, in her witch’s arms. (12/12)

The witch smiled, finding her new toy even more interesting now. “Yes. I will.” The witch replied as she gently set the doll in her basket.

The dolls eyes would be filled with tears, if it had the ability to cry. But instead her composure had broke, and she sobbed, with a giant smile. (11/12)

The doll’s eyes widened in turn as the witch came closer, before the kind woman scooped it up, gently caressing it in one hand. “You… are quite interesting…“ The witch muttered as she inspected the doll.

“Will… Will you please take me home with you?” The doll asked again, now more nervous. (10/12)

The witch turned and looked up and down the shelf that she heard the voice from, until the doll called out once more, and she spotted it. Her eyes widened in shock as she bent down to get a closer look at the doll. It was a marvel of witchcraft, and yet simply abandoned here. (9/12)

The doll hesitated, for no one had ever acknowledged her before. It was stunned it even got a response, even if it was one of confusion. But thankfully, she quickly snapped out of its stupor and called out again. “Down here! On the self!” (8/12)

To the doll she was a normal woman, like any other. And the doll’s actions would be the same as anyone else.

“Please, won’t you take me home with you?”

The witch paused, and looked around, confused. “Who said that?” She called out to store. (7/12)

But there was one last hope for the doll. One last person, at the other end of the aisle who had not passed it yet. And this woman was quite special. She was a witch, glad in black, and inspecting the shelves for objects she could use in her craft, though the doll knew none of this. (6/12)

And this day was the worst. Over one hundred people had passed the doll that day. Not one even looked at her. As though not one even heard her. And this was its breaking point, she could barely hold herself together as it watched another person pass by her. (5/12)

Each time it chipped away at her resolve. Little by little she was being worn down. It was losing hope.

“But surely!” She thought, “Surely one of them will take me home!” Each time she was left there, passed over, ignored. Not even a child would give it a moments glance. (4/12)

Five hundred and six. “Please, won’t you take me home with you?”

Ignored.

Six hundred and fifty two. “Please, won’t you take me home with you?”

Ignored.

Again. And again. And again. And again. New people would pass. And she would be left ignored on the shelf. (3/12)

It had never gave up hope though. The doll asked again and again.

Four hundred and nineteen. “Please, won’t you take me home with you?”

Ignored.

Four hundred and seventy one. “Please, won’t you take me home with you?”

Ignored. (2/12)

#sizesky

Four hundred and eighteen.

That was how many people passed by the doll as she sat upon the thrift store shelf, frozen in place. Each time she called out to them. The same phrase, again and again.

“Please, won’t you take me home with you?”

And not one paid it any mind. (1/12)

Except there’s one single tiny who she’s full blow yandere over. She adores them entirely, and wants all of their attention and love. She doesn’t let anyone else near them, ever. Not other giants, not other tinies, no one can even see them but her, because they’re her special little tiny.

I’ve had an OC in my back pocket for a while now whose exact dynamic with tinies is this.

She’s a full blown cruel giantess who takes pleasure in crushing tormenting and eating most tinies, and goes out of her way to whenever she can.

This thread is meant to be an introduction to what I call the Diminishedverse. And I have a number of OC’s and stories that will be taking place in the Diminishedverse going forward.

I will be using the hashtag #Diminishedverse to signify when it is one of these stories.

Some are farmed in factories for meat. Living their lives like any livestock. Some are bred to be pets, like any other animal. And some are lucky enough to find humans who treat them like people.

All in all, this world isn’t very peculiar. Until you look just a little closer.

As for the Diminished themselves, they lead fairly plain lives all things considered. The wild ones hunt, and gather, and work to make the small communities they’ve formed thrive in any part of the world they find themselves is.

Then there are those who still treat the Diminished like they’re humans, and actively fight for them to have their rights returned to them. Even if it is a fruitless endeavor.

And, finally, there are those who are more sadistic. Finding great pleasure in making the Diminished suffer.

How someone treats a Diminished is a pretty good judge of their character. Most normal people see them as just normal animals, whether that be as pets, pests, or food.

Some treat them better than animals. Seeing them as special but not quite as human.

Most people who weren’t Diminished lead normal lives. They hear tales of the chaos that ensued when The Diminishment occurred, but for the most part life is normal, aside from the Diminished themselves now being there.

#sizesky

It’s been 50 years since the event that changed the world. The event known as The Diminishment. When 30% of the world’s population suddenly shrunk to only a handful of inches tall. But after so long, the world has recovered and adapted.

Only she’s allowed to see them. Not even other people. Just her. Only her. She’s wants to be their world. Their everything. No one is allowed to take their attention away from her. And the tiny is just completely oblivious to this, and thinks she’s just really attentive and sweet.

#sizesky

Giantess who is normal very cruel and sadistic towards tinies, will go out of her way to crush them underfoot for the pleasure of it, ends up stumbling upon and tiny and goes full yandere over them. Takes them home, hides them away, and kills any tiny that gets near hers.

You’re chilling in a bar chatting with a tiny friend when an eight foot tall Amazonia looking woman who’s half cybernetics comes over and just scoops you up, not even bothering to ask your name. You, of course, grab your friend to take them with for the night of your lives.

#sizesky

Cyberpunk future where people take full advantage of cybernetic enhancements to change their hight, making themselves taller than most ceilings or shorting than your ankle.

My second fucking go at this and I already made a damn typo. Fuck my life.