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Beggars Can't Be Choosers 1/3 (Oz and Cas AU)
Oscar was out of breath by the time he returned home. His frantic glances gave his house in the walls a warped, scary appearance. Normally, home was safe. It was drafty at times and he couldn’t let dust collect for more than a day before it overran him, but it was home. He could go there after a day of foraging supplies and sit on his ring box chair to sew or burrow into his blanket nest to sleep.
Now, he couldn’t stay. It wouldn’t remain safe for long.
He’d seen it through the office window. A large, white van parked in a visitor’s spot. The logo on the side was for a pest control company.
He didn’t stay to find out how much they planned to do. There was no time, and it meant they’d be on the lookout anyway. That would lead to humans watching closer. Setting traps.
Maybe even checking the walls and finding Oscar’s safe haven inside.
He almost ripped the curtain in front of his pantry down in his haste to pull it aside. The shelves
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Literature
Chase In Lilliput - Trust Your Giant
The sheer cliff is unflinching, and no amount of howling wind or pounding rain could so much as sway it. The view above to the goal at its peak causes nearly as much vertigo as the view below, a drop with no end. In one direction waits a challenge, and in the other waits certain peril.
The only things between Chase and that fall are his determination, and the handy climbing rope he’s claimed as his own.
Both hands grip the thick material with whitened knuckles and he swings slightly in a breeze, his heart pounding. There is a smirk on his face, and he seems to revel in the danger. He carefully climbs with one hand over the other, then pauses to let another sway die down. It is dangerous, but he has a goal in mind and he will meet it, no matter the cost.
All of a sudden, out of the depths of the cliff itself, echoes a thunderous noise--

“Dude. You’re gonna fall if you keep messing around,” Jacob scolded from up above. Chase turned his face upwards and foun
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Quiet as a Mouse
“Quiet as a mouse.”
One of Oscar’s favorite phrases, the words became something of a mantra for him when he went out looking for supplies. He had long since forgotten where he learned it. So many people came and went every day, and so many of them left the TV on full volume. Any one of them could have taught him about it.
As far as Oscar was concerned, “quiet as a mouse” was the ultimate goal. He’d learned a lot from his furry neighbors within the walls. The motel offered a haven, but only so long as no humans knew they were there.
Oscar had known the comings and goings of the mice for years. He’d taken a trick or two from them. His steps were as silent as theirs were, so his cloth-wrapped feet could carry him undetected through even the dustiest of passages.
These skills kept him hidden day in and day out checking rooms. Even occupied rooms never noticed his passing by. Humans often wouldn’t even imagine someone like Oscar (or even just
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Literature
The Lounge || Time to Go, Champ
A/N:  I'd recommend seeing the notes at the bottom if you're confused about where this came from! It can be read on its own, but there's some important context missing.
The Lounge was a lively place, but for once Oscar didn’t mind. Back in the motel, if a room was full of humans being loud or boisterous, he had to avoid them at all costs. They couldn’t find out he was there, or he’d be in danger.
It wasn’t the same in the Lounge, where they all knew he was around and they all seemed willing to look out for him. He could walk across the open floor safely, and the most he’d get was a hello from a Dean or a Jacob standing high overhead. He could explore as much as he wanted, and even go get food whenever he felt like it.
When he got a strange feeling in his core that he had to leave, he didn’t like it at all. His eyes strayed to the tall doorway and he frowned.
Beyond this strange place, he would be alone again. Left behind just when
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Chase In Lilliput - All That Introduction Stuff
It didn’t take long for Jacob to notice Chase’s return. The giant eyes glanced his way at the sign of motion, and then Jacob perked up in surprise to see Chase returning so soon. Chase grinned and waved jauntily.
One giant hand pressed into the grass so Jacob could lean towards him and watch his progress. After figuring out how mellow Jacob actually was, that sight wasn’t scary at all. “That was fast,” he commented. “Everyone still panicking?”
“Kinda!” Chase called.
Jacob’s dubious frown was worth it. Chase almost had to stop walking to laugh it off. He stood on the dirt road in the shadow of a giant, unconcerned and doubled over with laughter. “Mostly they’re just confused! Don’t worry so much, dude.”
Jacob rolled his eyes, but he was clearly distracted, looking back towards the city a few more times. “So, what, they gonna send someone out to meet me?”
“Nah,” Chase waved a hand,
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Literature
Chase In Lilliput - Can We Keep Him?
It wasn’t as easy as Chase thought to avert a panic. Everyone was running and hiding, and some people were trying to figure out if they needed to evacuate. He had a hard time making his way to the city center through all the crowds of people milling around.
At least some confusion started to settle in. When Jacob didn’t storm the walls and start knocking stuff down, people didn’t know what to think of the situation. Chase was smirking by the time he reached the authorities, even though they were clear that this was no laughing matter.
They almost didn’t believe that he was the one to tell the giant to walk towards the city. No amount of “My bad, my bad!” put them at ease.
In the end, he was shuffled into meetings with police and politicians, quick handshakes and hurried explanations. There were a few people under the impression that he had somehow escaped the terrible giant’s clutches and congratulated his bravery. The mayor almost called him a
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Chase In Lilliput - Panic! In the Streets
Jacob’s brow pinched, an expression of worry and bemusement. “I’m not gonna drop you,” he assured. Chase was way too little to think about letting him fall or get hurt. As if to confirm his words, his fingers curled closer. “I’ve gotcha.”
Chase rolled his eyes, an expression that even Jacob noticed. The little guy definitely had a flair for the dramatic. Jacob found himself wondering if everyone else in this Lilliput place was like that.
Guess I’m about to find out.
With Chase sitting securely on his palm, Jacob held him close to his chest. If Chase started to slip or felt insecure, there was a wall there to lean on. The cloth of Jacob’s jacket alone would be sturdy enough for such a small person to cling to for safety.
Assured that Chase was okay and out of things to think about to stall, Jacob finally stood.
It was a simple motion, but he’d never felt like he rose up so high before. The little shelf of l
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Literature
Adrift from the Pack (Old prompt)
She was tired. The wolf didn’t feel pain anymore from the wounds that had killed her, but she could feel fatigue. After days of wandering, things were no clearer than before.
The alpha had sent her to find something, but she didn’t really understand the mission.
She wanted to rest. She had earned it, but the alpha had other plans for her. There was no going against the alpha. Her search went on without need for food or water to rejuvenate her body. Something else held her together, keeping her dirty, matted fur and decaying muscles in the shape needed to run, to hunt. It didn’t seal the bite marks on her flanks and throat, but filled the old, stinking flesh with vigor.
Scents carried on the wind, subtle things that brought her no clues to her goal. Nothing in the rustling of the leaves brought news of the search being over at last. The alpha wanted something, needed it. And she was to find it for him.
The hunt was still on. She had to continue.
It had been a long time
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7 - Landing (Sad Oscar AU)
From the second the plane landed, there wasn’t a still moment. After the rough turbulence of the plane taxiing back onto solid ground, Oscar’s prison was handed off multiple times. Callous voices gave instructions in loud tones. The light filtering through his air holes flickered and shifted, but Oscar lost track of how many doors and windows he passed. All of his effort went to curling up in a corner of his box.
His stomach hurt. His ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton. His head was pounding.
He was very, very lost. Even coming down from way up in the sky didn’t change that.
Whoever held his box for the latest car ride hadn’t said a word. They tapped the top occasionally, drumming on his cage with fingers bigger than his body. Oscar’s eyes were already puffy and stinging from so many shed tears, but a few more leaked down his face anyway.
They were in a city. He could hear it. Other cars rumbled by his current transportation, honking or screechin
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6 - Taking Off (Sad Oscar AU)
The roaring grew, and Oscar curled into a tighter ball. He was in the dark, but that was at least a comfort. The world around his small box prison shook with the sound of that massive engine, but he couldn’t see it at all. He didn’t have to watch the scary world that had swallowed him up and refused to release him.
He was an object. And he’d been sold.
He didn’t know where the plane was destined to go. The faint sensation of speed wormed in his gut as the enormous machine taxi’d, and he knew that wherever he was headed was far from his home. His space in a little motel in Breckenridge, Colorado was way beyond his reach now.
Oscar covered his ears with his hands to muffle the sound of that roaring engine, and thought of home. His makeshift table and spools for chairs. The shabby curtain in front of his pantry. The velvety ring box he used as a comfortable cushion while he worked on his sewing. A pile of blankets that he could burrow into to sleep at
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Literature
A Good Hunter (Supernatural fanfic)
The old house creaked and groaned, constantly settling as the wind outside tested its strength. Jacob crept through the main hall, his boots muffled by a dusty rug that had been traversed many times over the years. The house truly was old, so much so that its wiring was shaky at best, and anything electronic didn’t fit in with the decor.
Jacob kept his flashlight trained on the ground as he walked, and his eyes flickered from side to side. He normally had two small companions on either shoulder, giving him input on where he should go.
They’d led him to this house, this old old place, and that was as far as he’d gotten with their guidance. Old floorboards and walls meant lots of passages within the woodwork of the home to explore. As the only ones that could fit in there, Sam and Dean were the best choice. Sam was only four inches tall, and Dean was a little smaller, but that had yet to slow them down.
Sam and Dean Winchester were hunters, and it ran in the fami
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5 - Changing Hands (Sad Oscar AU)
It never helped to count the days since he was captured. Oscar’s waking hours blended together in a huge nightmare that even sleep couldn’t erase. His bruises from his first capture faded and healed. His ankle, twisted and sore after he tried only once to escape, improved with care until it too showed no sign of the hurt. Oscar had memories as effective as any scar to remind him of the painful failure.
Noriko and Thomas kept him physically healthy. He received food every day, multiple times a day, and wasn’t left alone until he ate his fill. They didn’t like his habit of stashing food for later. Noriko would scold him even as she took away whatever he managed to hide.
She’d made a lot of clothes for him. She had fun seeing him in new outfits and could never resist a new one. Oscar was well familiar with her squeal of delight. It always came right before she swept him up in a hand to kiss the top of his head or hold him close in a hug.
Oscar really was her
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4 - No More Wishes (Sad Oscar AU)
There was laughter in the other room.
Oscar looked up from where he sat curled up on his bed, startled by the sudden burst of noise. Noriko was watching TV out there, enjoying her favorite show. Oscar never knew what made her laugh so much, but so long as it kept her attention away from him for a while, he liked it. Whenever Noriko paid him attention, she wanted to hold him in her hands constantly, poking at him or petting his messy hair.
He hated it. He hated it so much, but he knew better than to think things would be any different. Oscar was just her latest favorite doll.
His prison proved it. When Noriko was bored with him, she put him away in a wooden box with a glass front, all designed to look like a room in a house. A dollhouse with him on display at all times.
In one corner there was a round cushion, meant to be his bed. There was a doll couch facing the front glass wall, and to the side opposite the bed was a table and a chair. The walls themselves were decorated with
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3 - Floorboards (Sad Oscar AU)
Oscar stumbled, but he barely hit the floor before he scrambled back up and kept running. Everything in him focused forward, across the long expanse of hardwood flooring. He ignored the rumbling in the floor and the gaping space overhead, unfamiliar surroundings all looming in his periphery. He didn’t know this house, but he didn’t need to in order to recognize an avenue of escape.
It was the only chance he had.
They’d taken his bag. Tossed it out with the trash, no matter how much he wished they wouldn’t. It was only shabby cloth to them. Worthless.
To Noriko and her obedient boyfriend, Oscar was the one of value. A high priced little doll that needed to be fixed up and made perfect. They didn’t care how much he wept.
The first chance at escape came when Noriko left him out on her work table to go and fix herself a snack. She was so assured that he was trapped up there that she’d set him down on the middle of the surface without even a word t
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2 - A New Doll (Sad Oscar AU)
Oscar never did adjust to the darkness inside the ice bucket. No light leaked in past the lid, giving him nothing. Even inside the walls, some light made it in. He was adapted to make use of it like no human ever could, but now even he was blinded.
He was curled into a tight ball, covering his ears to block the sounds from outside. An engine rumbled and a radio blared. Oscar’s own heart pounded. No matter what, he couldn’t protect himself from that noise out there. It was unfamiliar from so close.
Everything was a reminder that he’d been taken away from his home.
Life in the Knight’s Inn motel wasn’t easy. Oscar had to fight for survival almost every day. When he wasn’t critically low on food, the draft was enough to chill his tiny bones. From waking up to burrowing into his nest of blankets to sleep, Oscar worked hard. He spent his time collecting supplies, or sitting in his ringbox chair to weave and sew.
It was all gone now. N
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1 - It Just Takes One (Sad Oscar AU)
A nightmare. This was a nightmare.
The sound of the worn plastic ice bucket slamming to the floor echoed in Oscar’s ears, and his eyes were wide with terror. A bruise was already forming on his forehead from slamming into a wall that hadn’t been there seconds before.
He was trapped. A human had spotted him while he ran desperately for cover in the motel room. They’d grabbed the ice bucket without a second thought, and in a few steps that covered distances Oscar would have to sprint for several seconds, stomped over to him.
The ground was still shaking. No, he realized, that’s just my knees.
Tears welled up in his eyes and raced down his cheeks. Oscar stood in carpet fibers that reached past his ankles, with almost no light leaking under the rim of the bucket. A circle of dim light ringed him in, an outline for how utterly trapped he was.
He hadn’t made it. After years of getting by on his own, keeping out of sight and collecting what h
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A Little More Trust Cpt. 62
About a half an hour went by before Bryan got bored with simply sitting around watching them. Setting his half-full glass of water on the table near Zack he stood up and went to the camera, stopping the recording. “I think that’s good for today,” he muttered, closing the small viewfinder and picking it up. He glanced over at Felicia and rolled his eyes, though she didn’t see it- she was too busy ‘dancing’ with the littler one. She did glance up at his statement, however, and he added, “You can keep them out if you wish. I’m just going to work on getting this footage where I want it.” He held up the video camera and shook it slightly by way of explanation.
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A Little More Trust Cpt. 61
In the kitchen Bryan was seated in one of the chairs around the small table. The jar that Felicia had put Zack in had still been on it when he got there, causing him to scowl at the memory and move it to the kitchen counter. They shouldn’t need to use it again; but just in case they did, he might as well keep it around. After that he had made himself a quick sandwich and was eating it, a can of soda at the side of his plate at he did so. He ate his food slowly for a while, almost zoning out in the silence permeating the apartment. It really was astoundingly quiet when Felicia wasn’t around.
After some time he finished his food, and was sipping on the last of his drink when he heard Felicia’s scooter pull in. Soon enough he could hear footsteps coming towards the door, and he looked to it expectantly as she opened it. She came in cheery and with a couple of bags from the store along with her backpack, all making for a rather noisy entrance. “Welcome home,”
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The Comeback Kid || Chapter Ten
The library was hosting some sort of old people's book club in the lobby. The local library was actually impressive for such a little town, much bigger on the inside than it appeared. The circle of little old ladies all turned around when Dean pushed through the revolving doors, making no effort to conceal their nosiness. Even without their scrutiny, Dean stood out like a sore thumb as a first-timer to the joint. He caught their whispers and gave them a little nod before marching up to the reception desk, away from their lingering eyes.
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Neon Bright
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Hello, I'm PL1. I also go by Neon.

While I have dabbled in artwork both traditional and digital, my usual medium is writing. I prefer to write fiction, dabbling in many genres. Most of my work here is in the fantasy or science-fiction category. A common theme in my writing involves culture shock and the ways different characters deal with groups of people that are vastly different from them. One of my personal favorite ways to reflect this is through the use of GT (giant-tiny) dynamics. The use of size difference provides a very visible way to depict the other differences between characters. It also poses a unique challenge in character interaction, world-building, and ethical struggles.

In addition to writing, I also will participate in roleplaying. The way I see it, text-based roleplaying is essentially a collaborative writing project. It enriches the writing experience for all parties involved and it provides good practice for consistent character writing. (I also play tabletop RPGs and get many ideas for new characters in this way.)

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Oscar was out of breath by the time he returned home. His frantic glances gave his house in the walls a warped, scary appearance. Normally, home was safe. It was drafty at times and he couldn’t let dust collect for more than a day before it overran him, but it was home. He could go there after a day of foraging supplies and sit on his ring box chair to sew or burrow into his blanket nest to sleep.

Now, he couldn’t stay. It wouldn’t remain safe for long.

He’d seen it through the office window. A large, white van parked in a visitor’s spot. The logo on the side was for a pest control company.

He didn’t stay to find out how much they planned to do. There was no time, and it meant they’d be on the lookout anyway. That would lead to humans watching closer. Setting traps.

Maybe even checking the walls and finding Oscar’s safe haven inside.

He almost ripped the curtain in front of his pantry down in his haste to pull it aside. The shelves were sparse, but Oscar would need to take as much as he could. His hands shook as he distractedly bundled his stored food in scraps of cloth and plastic. It had to take up as little space as he could make it.

His heart fluttered as he tucked the food away in his cloth bag. There was still room for more inside, and he shifted things around as he knelt by his ring box. Underneath the satin lining, the foam setting of the box had two spare sewing needles poked into it. Oscar retrieved them and pinned them alongside their twin in his latest sewing project. That was bundled away into his bag, too.

It was time to go. Oscar couldn’t carry much more without slowing himself down. He shot one forlorn glance at the nest of blankets that was his bed before leaving his home behind. He closed the door as tightly as he could, but who knew if it would matter?

His trek through the walls took him towards the other side of the motel. He rarely made the trip, because of the long walk and the division between the two sides, but he couldn’t leave without seeing if the others knew. They needed to reach safety just as much as he did.

He was in the vents when he heard it. Something down the long line of metal corridors snaking through the walls, something clanged. It reminded him of the sound of the furnace turning on after a long summer of minimal use.

No warm air came. Oscar stood silent and frozen for a long moment and waited, but the air in the duct didn’t move. He inched towards the sound, squinting in the dark as if it would materialize an answer. His heart pounded in his tiny chest and the seconds drew out longer and longer with no more signs.

The duct echoed with another bang and Oscar squeaked.

He huffed, but his frustration melted away when he heard the muffled tone of the motel owner, a nice older lady who tended to project. She had to be at least a room away, but Oscar, accustomed to the sound of her voice since he was a young child, picked out her words one by one.

“... Have to cut the drywall? … Almost broke the air duct!”

“Sorry, Ma’am,” mumbled another voice. Oscar had never heard it before in his life.

Pest control. They were already opening up the walls for whatever they planned to do. The man delved into an explanation, but Oscar didn’t stay to hear it. There would be no getting past that to get to the others, and he couldn’t be anywhere near when they started their inspection of things.

He ran. His tiny legs didn’t carry him very far with each stride, but Oscar made up for it the best he could. His cloth-wrapped feet landed silently in the air duct as he rushed away. He needed to find a safe place to hide, and fast.

He put another motel room between himself and the broken section of wall before he slowed down. Heavy breathing still didn’t make a sound as he trekked, though Oscar’s heart pounded in his ears.

Something heavy hit the floor in the nearest room. It jolted Oscar out of his thoughts and he nearly released another squeak of fear. Whatever had dropped had clattered together. From the sound of it, a human in the nearest room had tossed his bag against the wall. The earthquake was familiar.

“See that pest control van outside, Sammy? Think they’d help out with a little vampire infestation?” a voice joked as the owner of the bag stepped away from where he’d dropped it. Confidence ran in an undercurrent to the loud voice. Oscar paused to hear for a reply.

The man was talking about vampires. The confusion was distraction enough for Oscar’s desperate run to stop.

At first, there was only an amused scoff. Then, “Sammy” answered in a tone that suggested the first human made jokes like that far too often. “Let’s just hope they’re not here for roaches.

The first human snickered, and Oscar shuddered. The derision in “Sammy’s” voice was clear, and Oscar knew that he was the pest they didn’t want to see.

He shifted his bag on his shoulder and started again on his trek through the vents. While the humans talked more, he found himself tuning them out. Even discussions about vampires didn’t hold his attention for long. He needed to find out what he’d do, especially if the pest control man put poison or traps in the walls.

If that happened, his safe home would no longer be safe for him. Even if they didn’t find his little hovel tucked away inside the walls, the paths would become dangerous and deadly for him.

He reached another crossroads and paused once more. He listened to the room with the would-be vampire enthusiasts one more time and froze as the first human’s latest words sank in.

“We’ll head out after I sleep in, you mean,” he groused. “Who needs to rush out before the sun’s up?”

The Sam one scoffed again. “Just figured we wouldn’t want to waste our time if there’s not a case here, Dean,” he answered. “We’re not here to see the Breckenridge tourist traps.”

‘Dean’ wasn’t convinced. “And go where in such a hurry, huh? Haven’t seen any signs of Lucifer lately, and no calls from anyone on anything big somewhere else. Besides, we’re low on cash, so I should hit the bar.”

Oscar fidgeted where he stood. They planned to leave the following day. Drifters. They would likely find another motel to stop at by the same time tomorrow.

Maybe they’d find a motel that wasn’t full of traps and poison.

It wasn’t a good option, but Oscar wasn’t sure he had any good options to choose from. He glanced around to remember where he was, and soon set off towards the vent into the room. He could at least see what kinds of people they were. Then he could decide.

It wasn’t the first time someone his size had to consider traveling with an unaware human. Sometimes, a place became unsafe and desperation inspired all kinds of things.

Like Oscar thinking seriously about stowing away with a pair of humans that joked about vampires.

He reached the vent in time for one of the humans to wander by towards the bathroom alcove. He blanched. The man’s boots alone were huge, maybe even big enough to squash Oscar’s entire house in a single step. From his angle low to the ground, he couldn’t see all the way up to the human’s face until he was already at the bathroom counter. He was huge, and the flannel shirt he wore would be enough fabric for several blanket nests.

The other one was standing near the nightstand between the beds. He was enormous as well, and Oscar could see the intent look on his face in profile as he stared at the pamphlet explaining the TV channels.

Both of them carried themselves with a confident air that Oscar recognized. He’d seen a lot of tough guests in the motel before, drifters on their way to another job with no care for uncertainty.

They were scary, but drifters were his best shot at finding a new motel home, someplace familiar. It would make things easier after having to leave the only place he’d ever known. Oscar didn’t want to go, but at least these humans had given him a better chance of making it without pest control ever finding out.

He glanced down the air duct the way he’d come, and then settled down to wait near the vent.

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Eventually, Oscar found out which of the two was “Dean” when the man announced he was going to the bar. The slam of the door vibrated all the way through the walls to where Oscar sat waiting, contemplating. The longer he thought about it, the less he wanted to go through with it. He had never tried stowing away with humans before.

With only one human in the room, he felt it safe to creep forward and survey what they’d brought with them from the very edge of the vent. He could easily duck back into the dark if there was any sign of the gargantuan Sam noticing him there.

They had a couple duffel bags, well worn and decently full. Standard drifter fare. He imagined several sets of clothes, maybe some toiletries packed within. The side pouches might contain snacks.

Those would be a good option, except the snacks might make them more likely to go looking around before he wanted them to. The bigger compartments would be scary to hide in, and Oscar could only imagine being trapped under too much fabric and finding himself stuck among the folds. There was nothing for it; he’d have to examine the bags up close eventually before he decided.

Of course, there was one other bag. Sam had it sitting on the floor next to the table where he sat poking at his laptop. Oscar watched him warily for a moment. The human was leaning forward and the light from the screen partially illuminated his intent eyes. He didn’t even seem to care that his fluffy bangs were hanging down in his face.

Oscar returned his focus to the laptop bag. It would be more cramped, but it had side pouches, too. A computer was more likely to be carried carefully. Maybe Oscar would be better off with Sam’s stuff rather than one of the big, intimidating duffel bags.

The human heaved a sigh so sudden and so heavy with frustration that Oscar flinched back from the vent. When he leaned forward again, he found Sam leaning back from the computer at last and rubbing at his eyes, before slamming the laptop closed with a sharp clack!

Next, he rose from his seat and reminded Oscar just how enormous he was. Sam would probably easily reach the ceiling so high above if he were so inclined. Oscar watched with wide eyes as long strides shuffled the human into the bathroom. He could not afford to forget that he was dealing with giants, unaware or not.

While said giants were out of sight, Oscar made his next move. He slipped through the metal slats of the vent and into the room, where his heart rate immediately skyrocketed. Out there, he was exposed, and if someone glanced his way he would have to run.

Even without someone looking at him, he bolted, straight for the dresser nearby. He only had a few feet to go and he’d have a better position to get to whichever bag he settled on as soon as the humans gave him another chance. It would be simple.

He did not count on the bathroom door opening again so soon.

Only a few inches before he ducked safely into the shadows under the furniture, there was a thunderous “Woah--shit!” behind him. Even as he darted under cover, Oscar knew it was too late.

The floor trembled with heavy steps and Oscar all but dove for the middle of the space under the dresser. His heart pounded so fast that it seemed like one beat melded into the next.

There was one final earthquake that toppled Oscar over as the human all but threw himself down on the floor. A shadow hid the room from view, and a pair of huge hands planted on the worn carpet. Oscar pushed himself backwards to the wall in time for part of a face to dip view, one hazel eye dilating as it tried to focus on him.

Then he fell still. The human scanned under the dresser, and for a blessed moment he thought maybe the shadows were enough to conceal him.

“Dude, what?”

The confused whisper dashed his hopes. Oscar’s shoulders bunched up almost to his ears and he balked away even further. There were no escapes into the wall from under the dresser in this room. His only escape routes were back at the vent, and another under one of the beds. Both would require him to come out from under the dresser, and he was not going to do that while a human was out there.

A staring contest began between them. The giant human called Sam watched Oscar, and Oscar watched him. One stared with interest and curiosity, and the other with terror for his life.

He sucked in a gasp when one of the hands moved forward. Sam fit his hand underneath the dresser, but a few inches past his wrist his arm was too thick. His fingertips lifted from the carpet as if he might still reach, and Oscar drew himself back even further.

Sam’s lips thinned to a line and he drew his hand back. He had to squint, but Oscar somehow knew there was no escaping that keen gaze now. He was good at blending into the shadows when he wanted, but he had caught the human’s attention completely.

“Come on out of there,” the human said. His voice was softer than the barbed sarcasm he’d used with Dean, but Oscar didn’t trust it. Lots of humans baited traps with honey. He shook his head.

Sam huffed. “It’ll make this easier on everyone if you just come out.”

Oscar shook his head again, more vigorously than before.

Sam showed him half of a bitchface for that, and shifted where he knelt. As he settled in, more tremors rumbled through the floor and Oscar drew his knees close to his chest. He was as patient as anyone could be; he had to outlast the human. Sam would have to get up eventually, and maybe Oscar would find an opportunity to dash back to the vent.

The quiet standoff didn’t last as long as he expected.

Metal scraped and clicked from the door, and Oscar’s eyes widened as it swung into the room. He only saw a sliver of the view from under the dresser, but it was enough to see the night shadows on the sidewalk outside as a pair of scuffed leather boots carried the other human back into the room. His troubles had gotten twice as bad.

Small Life Update and Commission Question

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 11, 2017, 3:56 PM


Hi, all!

I know things have been pretty sparse around here, but at least I didn't leave any stories hanging for months on end like I used to to all the time. There aren't any big stories that are quite ready for posting, but I wanted to let y'all know that I am working on some things! In both the original fiction and fan fiction categories, in fact.

Work is a real killer the last few weeks. We had a huge deadline, and we actually made the deadline, but there's always more stuff around the corner to pay attention to. I've been very happy to find time to write more when I do.

Some of the things I'm working on:
A continuation of Quiet as a Mouse (Written, Beta'd)
An unannounced Supernatural GT story (Writing)
Another story with Elias Dawn and Eral the Arbor Pixie (Writing)
Bowman Lost (Written, Beta-ing)

Hopefully at least one of those has people excited. I know I'm excited to be able to post them!


Now, last question. A lot of the cool kids have opened up commissions of some kind, and I thought about doing the same thing. I think I'd be open to commissions or trades, something along the line of $3 for 300-400 words of writing (or a negotiated trade/price yadda yadda). Before I make any official openings, I want to figure out how much interest there would be? Let me know.

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The sheer cliff is unflinching, and no amount of howling wind or pounding rain could so much as sway it. The view above to the goal at its peak causes nearly as much vertigo as the view below, a drop with no end. In one direction waits a challenge, and in the other waits certain peril.

The only things between Chase and that fall are his determination, and the handy climbing rope he’s claimed as his own.

Both hands grip the thick material with whitened knuckles and he swings slightly in a breeze, his heart pounding. There is a smirk on his face, and he seems to revel in the danger. He carefully climbs with one hand over the other, then pauses to let another sway die down. It is dangerous, but he has a goal in mind and he will meet it, no matter the cost.

All of a sudden, out of the depths of the cliff itself, echoes a thunderous noise--


“Dude. You’re gonna fall if you keep messing around,” Jacob scolded from up above. Chase turned his face upwards and found the chill giant watching him with a raised eyebrow. His hoodie string didn’t stop swaying, and Chase kept his desperate cling.

Not that it mattered. Jacob’s hand waited safely below, just in case he slipped.

Chase snickered. “Not like it matters, if I do fall you’ll just catch me. I’ve got a safety net!” he announced. As he spoke, he kicked out a leg against the broad chest in front of him to set the string in a gentle sway again.

Jacob rolled his eyes. Ever since he’d washed up in Lilliput, he’d been dealing with shenanigans like this from Chase. He had more patience than most of Chase’s fellow Lilliputians. “I dunno, dude, you keep swinging around like that and I might miss.”

Before Chase could come up with another retort, the hand below him rushed up. Giant fingertips, thicker than some tree trunks, pinched around his middle in a gentle but secure grip. Chase tried to hang onto the hoodie string, but Jacob easily dragged him away from his chest and soon it was out of his reach.

He only dangled from Jacob’s fingers for a second before the hand tilted and let him fall to its palm. As Chase sat up, the hand rose higher, so that by the time he turned his fake-annoyed look on the giant, they were eye level with one another.

It was still a weird feeling, to look into the eyes of a giant from said giant’s hand, but Chase would always stick by what he said when he first dragged Jacob over to the city. He was pretty much a big marshmallow, and wouldn’t hurt a fly (if he could even see them).

“I almost made it to the top!” Chase complained, gesturing towards where the hoodie string disappeared into Jacob’s hood itself, a perfect lead to his shoulder.

Jacob snickered and shook his head. “Dude. You weren’t even halfway up.”

“That’s like, nothing, though.”

Jacob’s smirk remained. Then, the hand under Chase lurched until it was right next to a shoulder broader than life-size. Chase paused, and then scooted onto it carefully. His hands found folds of hoodie fabric almost of their own accord and held on tight. “What the hell?”

“That was your goal, wasn’t it?” Jacob rumbled. He turned his head, but he could only meet Chase’s gaze out of the corner of his eye.

Chase blinked up at him, and then scoffed. “Yeah, you jerk. If anyone asks, we’re telling them I climbed up here myself.”

The shoulder tensed and bounced once as Jacob snickered again, but the giant did his best not to let the action shake his tiny passenger. “Alright. Whatever you say.”
Chase In Lilliput - Trust Your Giant
Back at it again with these dorks! It's a short one, I know. I have a few more ideas for them, but if only I had the time! I still want to write something for Jacob actually meeting Chase's family. I just have to, y'know, design the characters. Oops.

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For the others in this fun little AU, follow these links:

Chase In Lilliput     
Chase In Lilliput - Discovered     
Chase In Lilliput - Lost Giant
Chase In Lilliput - Got Any Better Ideas?
Chase In Lilliput - Panic! In the Streets
Chase In Lilliput - Can We Keep Him?
Chase In Lilliput - All That Introduction Stuff
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“Quiet as a mouse.”

One of Oscar’s favorite phrases, the words became something of a mantra for him when he went out looking for supplies. He had long since forgotten where he learned it. So many people came and went every day, and so many of them left the TV on full volume. Any one of them could have taught him about it.

As far as Oscar was concerned, “quiet as a mouse” was the ultimate goal. He’d learned a lot from his furry neighbors within the walls. The motel offered a haven, but only so long as no humans knew they were there.

Oscar had known the comings and goings of the mice for years. He’d taken a trick or two from them. His steps were as silent as theirs were, so his cloth-wrapped feet could carry him undetected through even the dustiest of passages.

These skills kept him hidden day in and day out checking rooms. Even occupied rooms never noticed his passing by. Humans often wouldn’t even imagine someone like Oscar (or even just a mouse) would be around.

He told himself this over and over, and still he was afraid now.

Out in a room, hanging from the back of the nightstand, Oscar was frozen. The crumbs stuffed into his cloth bag were heavier than ever on his shoulder, and his hands gripped the lamp cord with white knuckles.

The room was supposed to be empty.

Check in time was long past. Any late arrivals, and he’d have heard them unlock the door. Would have felt heavy footsteps walking into the little motel room. The sun had already set outside and the lights were off.

But he wasn’t alone. Passing headlights had washed across the far wall and Oscar had seen it. The silhouette of a human.

And now he was stuck behind the nightstand. His heart pounded and he dared not move. If the lamp cord shifted, he would lose his cover. A giant face would appear overhead, and a giant hand would follow. He could be captured or hurt, all because a human had somehow snuck into the room.

Quiet as a mouse.

A rough, gravelly voice broke the silence. “Hello? Is someone there?”

He sounded fearsome, that human. Fearsome and big and suspicious. Oscar shuddered and closed his eyes tight. No one here. Please.

The floor creaked under a step, and then another. Oscar trembled. He had watched many steps like that from the floor. Hiding under the dresser or the bed, he would have a clear view of a heavy shoe pressing into the carpet and crushing it flat. Just like he would be if he didn’t stay out of the way.

Hidden away behind the nightstand, Oscar could track those giant steps across the floor as if he were watching them. His heart fluttered. They were coming closer.

A whimper of fear wanted to make itself heard. Like many before it, Oscar quelled it in his chest. He couldn’t let the human find him out. He’d remain perfectly still for as long as he needed to. They were probably going to bed. Once they laid down, he could climb to the floor and escape the room at last. It was no different to any other time caught out in a room.

“You can come out.” The gravelly voice was practically overhead. The human was close.

Oscar flinched. Terror raced through his limbs and turned his hands to jelly for an instant. That was all it took to loosen his grip on the lamp cord, and the slick coated wire slid through his fingers. A choked yelp of fear blurted out of him as he dropped. Oscar wasn’t used to falling.

Or hitting the floor from so high up.

He landed badly. One leg took the brunt of the impact, and something near his ankle exploded with pain. The other foot twisted beneath him, and Oscar crumpled.A husky cry cut short and he pitched backwards to stare at the dark ceiling above.

Tears rushed out of his eyes and he trembled as his body assessed the damage. His leg had to have broken. The other ankle was sprained. Oscar would have to crawl.

An oppressive silence filled the air. Oscar usually liked the quiet, but this time it was ominous. Terrifying. There was no way that human didn’t hear his pained outbursts.

He would have trouble escaping even without his injuries. With them, Oscar didn’t stand a chance.

He sat bolt upright when the nightstand shifted. His eyes blew wide at the sight of something so big, so familiar and constant, lifting off the floor. It hovered an inch up before it moved aside, revealing a huge hand holding up one side. Oscar was exposed at last to the suddenly-appearing human.

The human set the nightstand down and knelt in between the beds. His long, tan coat crumpled on the floor around him like some kind of tent to Oscar’s eyes. Oscar eyed his nicer shoes and pants before focusing upwards. That face was staring right at him, and he trembled as more tears blurred the image of mussed up hair and an appraising squint.

“You … are not what I expected,” the man finally announced in his scary, rough voice. “Are you … human?”

Oscar stared in silence for a long time. The man simply stared back. While he waited for answers, he shifted one hand to rest on his knee and the other to brace against the ground.

He leaned in closer, looming over Oscar where he’d fallen. That intent scrutiny was like ice raking over Oscar’s skin. He pushed himself backwards with his hands the best he could, though it pained his legs to do so. More tears rolled down his cheeks.

He yelped when the hand on the floor lifted up and moved toward him. Oscar couldn’t curl up into a ball like he normally might, so instead he lifted his arms and ducked his head to try to protect his neck. He waited with his eyes shut tight for that hand to fall over him, either crushing him or grabbing him up. He was at this man’s mercy.

But the moment never came.

Oscar peeked up and found the man’s arm extended right beside him. One look behind found a huge hand set like a wall at his back. Oscar couldn’t try to scoot away, but the human still hadn’t grabbed him or hurt him more.

“Do you understand?” the man asked. His gravelly voice rumbled through Oscar’s core.

He was flustered and shook his head frantically with the first question in mind. Then, he caught himself and nodded instead. A shaky sob finally escaped him and he lifted his hands to cover his face as he cried.

“You do not need to be afraid, little one,” the man said. His voice was still rough and loud overhead, and Oscar trembled in spite of the attempt to comfort him. It wouldn’t matter what he said. He had Oscar cornered and hurt. Fear was the only option available to him, stuck in a dark room with a terrifying human in control.

The man sighed. “I am going to bring you out of this corner now,” he warned.

That was all Oscar had before the hand behind him scooted forward. Oscar cried out as it touched him, and then hissed in pain as it tilted to scoop under him. In a manner of seconds, he left the floor behind. He was flat on his back as the hand lifted him up, and then his stomach dropped out as the man stood up.

Oscar shook like a leaf and finally opened his eyes when he was held before the human’s face. With some extra light from the window, he saw concern blending in with the cautious confusion in those striking blue eyes.

“Let me help,” the man said. His other hand approached with the first two fingers outstretched.

Oscar whimpered and tried to push himself back. He was too slow and too small, and the fingertips reached him. He went rigid, expecting a jab at his hurt leg. Instead, they brushed at his forehead.

A soft light blinded his eyes. Oscar tensed as that light seemed to wash through him to every inch of his small body. A wave of relief followed in its wake, and he drew in a startled breath.

The pain was gone. Even the hollow feeling in his middle had simply vanished.

The fingertips went away and Oscar sat up straighter. He patted himself down and confusion dawned on his face. His leg looked like it had never been injured. The pain was a fading memory as he brushed a hand along the mended limb.

He finally looked up at the man in shock. No human could have done that. He brushed at his eyes only to find that whatever miracle had healed him had also cleaned his face. There was no speck of dust or residue of tears to be found on him.

“Um. Tha-thank you?” Oscar squeaked out.

The man held him even closer to his face. “You do speak,” he said, though he didn’t sound all that surprised. “Are you a human? Who has done this to you?”

Oscar flinched and shook his head. “N-no one. I’m-I’m just… I’ve always been small.”

The man squinted, but didn’t offer an argument. “Very well.” He lowered his hand to give Oscar some breathing room and glanced around. “Is this where you live?”

Oscar scooted himself to the center of the palm. He might have been healed, but he was still caught and scared. He hugged his knees close.

“It’s just … “ he tried, and then the words retreated. “Um. How did you make me better?”

The man returned focus to Oscar, though he still seemed distracted. “I used Grace,” he replied, as if that would clear things up. “I am an Angel of the Lord, and my name is Castiel.”

“An … an angel?” Oscar squeaked out. He had heard about them, from TV and occasionally around Christmas time when the humans sang about them. He’d never imagined they could be real, but what other explanation did he have? No human could use whatever Grace was and instantly mend Oscar’s leg and cure his hunger.

“Um. What are you doing here?”

“Searching.” Castiel’s reply was quick, and might have felt dismissive if his demeanor didn’t already have a strong sense of otherness.

“Oh,” Oscar replied, averting his eyes. He stared at his cloth wrap shoes where they settled on Castiel’s palm. “Did I get in the way?”

“No,” Castiel replied. When Oscar glanced up again, the angel’s head was tilted and he was squinting at him again. “You are too small to stand in my way.”

A blush rose in Oscar’s cheeks like fire and his shoulders dropped out of sheer surprise. “Um. Right. I meant …”

“You are not a distraction,” Castiel clarified, though as he glanced around the room he seemed very distracted indeed. “Just unexpected. I was told I could find someone here, but you are not that person. You can’t be.”

Oscar huffed quietly and shrugged. “Probably not,” he muttered, settling his chin on his knees. “I’m just Oscar. If you’re looking for a human, most of them don’t stay here for very long before they leave anyway.”

“But you do?” Castiel asked, tilting his head again. “Why?”

Oscar blinked at him. “W-well, I can’t really go somewhere else,” he explained. “I live here. I’ve always been here. It’s not safe to try to leave…” he trailed off, but Castiel continued to stare at him quizzically. That sense of otherness returned. Castiel might look human, but Oscar could believe that he wasn’t. He was far too steady to be human.

“I can’t leave or be seen because a human might hurt me or try to lock me up …” Oscar explained. Again, his voice trailed off sheepishly.

After a long pause in which Castiel stared pensively at Oscar and Oscar tried to pretend he wasn’t trapped up on a hand, the angel spoke again. “I see,” he muttered, though some confusion still laced his voice. “Humans can be terrible to their own, so this isn’t surprising.”

Oscar sighed. He’d watched the news before. “Yeah.”

“Oscar, do you know how to pray?” Castiel asked. As he did, he lifted his hand higher so that Oscar was level with his eyes.

“Huh?” Oscar answered, curling up smaller on reflex. “Y-yeah, I know how … but I don’t do it a lot …” It’s not like someone will answer me.

“If you encounter trouble with humans, I encourage you to pray,” Castiel insisted. This time, there was more confidence in his voice than before. This was something he knew. “It is for angels like me to protect all of my Father’s creation.”

Oscar stared at him with wide eyes and wasn’t sure right away if he was being serious. So far, Oscar had never had trouble with humans. He avoided them the best he could, and so long as they didn’t know he was there, he was safe. “O-okay.”

Castiel nodded sharply. “Good. I need to resume my search now.”

Oscar sucked in a gasp as the platform beneath him suddenly lowered. He had nothing to cling to as Castiel crouched all the way down to the floor again. Oscar curled up into a ball until the hand stopped moving.

Once he looked up, it tilted gently. Oscar slid to the carpet where Castiel had first picked him up.

There was a loud flutter, like something waving in the breeze. Before Oscar had even looked up, Castiel was gone, and no one was looming over him in the room.
Quiet as a Mouse
I got a prompt way back in January that was probably meant for someone more versed in supernatural than I, but I hoarded it anyway. This is the result. Because I can't resist having Oscar meet all kinds of crazy scenarios, this time he gets to meet an Angel of the Lord!  :la:  It was fun! I've never written Cas before, but I think he turned out okay.

Enjoy!
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Small Life Update and Commission Question

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 11, 2017, 3:56 PM


Hi, all!

I know things have been pretty sparse around here, but at least I didn't leave any stories hanging for months on end like I used to to all the time. There aren't any big stories that are quite ready for posting, but I wanted to let y'all know that I am working on some things! In both the original fiction and fan fiction categories, in fact.

Work is a real killer the last few weeks. We had a huge deadline, and we actually made the deadline, but there's always more stuff around the corner to pay attention to. I've been very happy to find time to write more when I do.

Some of the things I'm working on:
A continuation of Quiet as a Mouse (Written, Beta'd)
An unannounced Supernatural GT story (Writing)
Another story with Elias Dawn and Eral the Arbor Pixie (Writing)
Bowman Lost (Written, Beta-ing)

Hopefully at least one of those has people excited. I know I'm excited to be able to post them!


Now, last question. A lot of the cool kids have opened up commissions of some kind, and I thought about doing the same thing. I think I'd be open to commissions or trades, something along the line of $3 for 300-400 words of writing (or a negotiated trade/price yadda yadda). Before I make any official openings, I want to figure out how much interest there would be? Let me know.

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