Vek
@vekelm.bsky.social
The germ freeloading on your skin. He/Him, 18+. Dudes are REALLY hot tbh(Bi).
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Vek
@vekelm.bsky.social
· Oct 20
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Howdy!
I'm Vek, a writer of microfiction and the occasional short story. My niche is mainly nano/micro sizes with a heavy focus on unaware, though I branch out often.
CW: “Bad-ends” and light/moderate gore are prevalent throughout, as are giants of any gender. Mostly male.
Howdy!
I'm Vek, a writer of microfiction and the occasional short story. My niche is mainly nano/micro sizes with a heavy focus on unaware, though I branch out often.
CW: “Bad-ends” and light/moderate gore are prevalent throughout, as are giants of any gender. Mostly male.
The last remnants of an ancient, storied civilization — its centuries of accumulated knowledge, precious architecture, and thriving culture — carelessly brushed off the trousers of an oblivious explorer, the young man, frustratingly, unable to find any evidence of this so-called “lost city”.
December 1, 2025 at 6:41 PM
The last remnants of an ancient, storied civilization — its centuries of accumulated knowledge, precious architecture, and thriving culture — carelessly brushed off the trousers of an oblivious explorer, the young man, frustratingly, unable to find any evidence of this so-called “lost city”.
Anthro ants treating bug-sized humans as little more than pests. A palm of hardened chitin unceremoniously slams atop a pale speck found scuttling atop the countertop, the remains of another currently streaked across their swatter.
They’d really need to spray the place down at this rate...
They’d really need to spray the place down at this rate...
December 1, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Anthro ants treating bug-sized humans as little more than pests. A palm of hardened chitin unceremoniously slams atop a pale speck found scuttling atop the countertop, the remains of another currently streaked across their swatter.
They’d really need to spray the place down at this rate...
They’d really need to spray the place down at this rate...
The adventurer upturns their well-worn boot outside the tavern. Loose pebbles and dirt cascade to the earth below, resting among the grasses. They shake the boot a few more times, frowning.
“Helloooo?”
They peers inside, noting the faint smear against the fabric.
“Aw. Didn’t even last a day...”
“Helloooo?”
They peers inside, noting the faint smear against the fabric.
“Aw. Didn’t even last a day...”
A bubbly, energetic adventurer telling you in no uncertain terms that your Inchling friends — one the fabled hero of your village, the other your childhood crush — made *such* good insoles and it was a shame they had to break so quickly.
“Try to last longer, k?”
“Try to last longer, k?”
December 1, 2025 at 2:08 AM
The adventurer upturns their well-worn boot outside the tavern. Loose pebbles and dirt cascade to the earth below, resting among the grasses. They shake the boot a few more times, frowning.
“Helloooo?”
They peers inside, noting the faint smear against the fabric.
“Aw. Didn’t even last a day...”
“Helloooo?”
They peers inside, noting the faint smear against the fabric.
“Aw. Didn’t even last a day...”
So tiny that, despite spending hours exploring your partner’s body — hands digging into microscopic ridges in the soft flesh, pulling you over vast curves while navigating hair's taller than redwoods — they rarely feel your movements, save for the faintest itch as you traverse a sensitive area…
November 30, 2025 at 2:56 AM
So tiny that, despite spending hours exploring your partner’s body — hands digging into microscopic ridges in the soft flesh, pulling you over vast curves while navigating hair's taller than redwoods — they rarely feel your movements, save for the faintest itch as you traverse a sensitive area…
A bubbly, energetic adventurer telling you in no uncertain terms that your Inchling friends — one the fabled hero of your village, the other your childhood crush — made *such* good insoles and it was a shame they had to break so quickly.
“Try to last longer, k?”
“Try to last longer, k?”
November 29, 2025 at 5:21 PM
A bubbly, energetic adventurer telling you in no uncertain terms that your Inchling friends — one the fabled hero of your village, the other your childhood crush — made *such* good insoles and it was a shame they had to break so quickly.
“Try to last longer, k?”
“Try to last longer, k?”
A spandex-clad rear descending in an avalanche of tight clothing and soft muscle upon a lone speck as they tumble across the plastic of a convention chair—unable to navigate the yawning ravines and deep depression of the sprawling landscape before the cosplayer smears them across the surface…
November 28, 2025 at 9:47 PM
A spandex-clad rear descending in an avalanche of tight clothing and soft muscle upon a lone speck as they tumble across the plastic of a convention chair—unable to navigate the yawning ravines and deep depression of the sprawling landscape before the cosplayer smears them across the surface…
Butch size-shifter vigilante — far too jaded to keep up her once ironclad “no kill rule” — dealing with a petty criminal with an unceremonious *stomp* of her well-worn boots, their remains permanently fused with a footprint-shaped crater in the pavement.
She’d scrape the rest off on her way home.
She’d scrape the rest off on her way home.
November 28, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Butch size-shifter vigilante — far too jaded to keep up her once ironclad “no kill rule” — dealing with a petty criminal with an unceremonious *stomp* of her well-worn boots, their remains permanently fused with a footprint-shaped crater in the pavement.
She’d scrape the rest off on her way home.
She’d scrape the rest off on her way home.
Mixed-sized Friendsgiving that ends with someone fretfully—and somewhat drunkenly—searching the half-eaten plates for any sign of their microscopic friend. Their mind races with images of them writhing in a mountain of mashed potatoes as it's brought to an open maw...little more than seasoning.
1/2
1/2
November 27, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Mixed-sized Friendsgiving that ends with someone fretfully—and somewhat drunkenly—searching the half-eaten plates for any sign of their microscopic friend. Their mind races with images of them writhing in a mountain of mashed potatoes as it's brought to an open maw...little more than seasoning.
1/2
1/2
Seems like a cool trend, hehe!
November 27, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Seems like a cool trend, hehe!
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The yawning abyss of an open maw, inky blackness only pierced once the rows of rough, off-white bone mountains spread apart. Viscous fluid running down a pink mass, dotted and marred in an array of misshapen bumps and wrinkles—forming vast, water-logged hills that undulate with every movement...
I love nano stuff that really explores how hostile and grotesque the human body would seem to someone barely larger than a germ.
A pretty face warped by scale. Rough skin flakes barely clinging to a seemingly endless slope of gaping pores and shaven hair trunks—dirtied by dried grease and sweat…
A pretty face warped by scale. Rough skin flakes barely clinging to a seemingly endless slope of gaping pores and shaven hair trunks—dirtied by dried grease and sweat…
July 6, 2025 at 8:53 PM
The yawning abyss of an open maw, inky blackness only pierced once the rows of rough, off-white bone mountains spread apart. Viscous fluid running down a pink mass, dotted and marred in an array of misshapen bumps and wrinkles—forming vast, water-logged hills that undulate with every movement...
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A normal gentle scenario—but you’re an unseen micro, desperately trying to gain the attention of the pampered tiny.
Enveloped in the growing heat of their body as their face breaks into a blush—the “giant” too focused on their beautiful owner to notice you clinging to their pink-tinted cheeks.
Enveloped in the growing heat of their body as their face breaks into a blush—the “giant” too focused on their beautiful owner to notice you clinging to their pink-tinted cheeks.
April 6, 2025 at 9:04 PM
A normal gentle scenario—but you’re an unseen micro, desperately trying to gain the attention of the pampered tiny.
Enveloped in the growing heat of their body as their face breaks into a blush—the “giant” too focused on their beautiful owner to notice you clinging to their pink-tinted cheeks.
Enveloped in the growing heat of their body as their face breaks into a blush—the “giant” too focused on their beautiful owner to notice you clinging to their pink-tinted cheeks.
Sometimes I write scenarios explicitly with the tastes of someone in mind, and get really happy if they end up retweeting it hehehe.
Little Vek perched atop a horizon-spanning phone screen, giggling as he sees the notification pop up (and being sent tumbling by the vibration).
Little Vek perched atop a horizon-spanning phone screen, giggling as he sees the notification pop up (and being sent tumbling by the vibration).
November 25, 2025 at 7:10 PM
Sometimes I write scenarios explicitly with the tastes of someone in mind, and get really happy if they end up retweeting it hehehe.
Little Vek perched atop a horizon-spanning phone screen, giggling as he sees the notification pop up (and being sent tumbling by the vibration).
Little Vek perched atop a horizon-spanning phone screen, giggling as he sees the notification pop up (and being sent tumbling by the vibration).
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I think one of the reasons unaware is so appealing to me is because it allows even the most “gentle” characters to be monsters in their own right. It's a unique junction between a legitimately good person and the horrors they can inflict on those beneath their notice.
(Rambling below)
(Rambling below)
March 24, 2025 at 9:31 PM
I think one of the reasons unaware is so appealing to me is because it allows even the most “gentle” characters to be monsters in their own right. It's a unique junction between a legitimately good person and the horrors they can inflict on those beneath their notice.
(Rambling below)
(Rambling below)
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The remanents of your city becoming just the faintest layer of dust beneath a stirrup-clad sole—your home, friends, family...everything you've worked for and cherished, crushed into a fine, unrecognizable grit—grey debris speckled with smears of dark crimson.
1/2
1/2
November 8, 2024 at 6:58 PM
The remanents of your city becoming just the faintest layer of dust beneath a stirrup-clad sole—your home, friends, family...everything you've worked for and cherished, crushed into a fine, unrecognizable grit—grey debris speckled with smears of dark crimson.
1/2
1/2
Adore size tiering where you are, unequivocally, the *bottom* of the totem pole. Staring up at a monolith of pale-pink flesh as it casts you in deep shadow, their face a distance, incomprehensible blur in the sky far above....
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
November 23, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Adore size tiering where you are, unequivocally, the *bottom* of the totem pole. Staring up at a monolith of pale-pink flesh as it casts you in deep shadow, their face a distance, incomprehensible blur in the sky far above....
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
A size-shifter barbarian woman who appears as a muscular 10-foot Amazon at “giant” size, yet little larger than an inch normally. Known as a fearsome warrior by day while holding up in some…abandoned knothole by night, forced to recharge her mana lest she diminish mid-battle...
November 23, 2025 at 1:41 AM
A size-shifter barbarian woman who appears as a muscular 10-foot Amazon at “giant” size, yet little larger than an inch normally. Known as a fearsome warrior by day while holding up in some…abandoned knothole by night, forced to recharge her mana lest she diminish mid-battle...
A pretty, air-headed cleric holding your speck-like form in the sprawling expanse of his white gloves, *uncomfortably* close to the faint smear of your former body — now crushed beyond all recognition and partially fused with the once pristine fibers.
His apologies almost deafen you…
His apologies almost deafen you…
November 23, 2025 at 1:30 AM
A pretty, air-headed cleric holding your speck-like form in the sprawling expanse of his white gloves, *uncomfortably* close to the faint smear of your former body — now crushed beyond all recognition and partially fused with the once pristine fibers.
His apologies almost deafen you…
His apologies almost deafen you…
A well-placed red dot or *crunch* sound effect in size media will always, always make me a bit blushy.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
November 21, 2025 at 1:33 PM
A well-placed red dot or *crunch* sound effect in size media will always, always make me a bit blushy.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
Hyper-specific scenario I adore.
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
November 21, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Hyper-specific scenario I adore.
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
A multi-sized society where “accidents” are so commonplace they are rarely investigated with any real detail. Dried splotches of dark crimson mix with the grit on a sidewalk or the stains on a countertop, serving as unmarked graves for the unfortunate.
November 20, 2025 at 1:48 AM
A multi-sized society where “accidents” are so commonplace they are rarely investigated with any real detail. Dried splotches of dark crimson mix with the grit on a sidewalk or the stains on a countertop, serving as unmarked graves for the unfortunate.
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An interview of various adventurers and their opinions on Inchlings—a thread.
June 25, 2025 at 8:49 PM
An interview of various adventurers and their opinions on Inchlings—a thread.
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Dynamics Vek really likes and wishes he could write more.
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
June 22, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Dynamics Vek really likes and wishes he could write more.
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
A resident of a petri-dish city growing increasingly infatuated with the blurred visage of their "god" whenever he graces them with his presence above the borders of their world, blushing ever so slightly as eyes grander than any moon peer down from the heavens.
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
November 17, 2025 at 3:10 AM
A resident of a petri-dish city growing increasingly infatuated with the blurred visage of their "god" whenever he graces them with his presence above the borders of their world, blushing ever so slightly as eyes grander than any moon peer down from the heavens.
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
Unceremoniously buried beneath your roommate's ratty Converse after they spot the “mite” scuttling across the kitchen tile — barely given the time to process the encroaching shadow before you're sandwiched between the grit-coated tread and the hard floor below.
They don’t even think twice.
They don’t even think twice.
November 17, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Unceremoniously buried beneath your roommate's ratty Converse after they spot the “mite” scuttling across the kitchen tile — barely given the time to process the encroaching shadow before you're sandwiched between the grit-coated tread and the hard floor below.
They don’t even think twice.
They don’t even think twice.
Fact✅
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.
November 16, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Fact✅
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.