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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 9h

A giant playfully sticks out his tongue before flicking you into the depths of his sneaker, ensuring your last bit of light is spent seeing just how amused your imminent demise made him. You impact the insole with a *squelch* of worn material and dried sweat, soon to be a stain against its surface…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 10h

A demon’s grand invasion of the human world ending rather abruptly beneath the vast, plastic expanse of an old fly swatter—unaware of just how puny his “grand stature” really was until a supposed “weak, feeble human” noticed the reddish gnat hovering around their backyard.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 1d

YOU GET IT

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 2d

Routinely reminded that “tinies being treated as pests” is still my all-time favorite scenario.

A grimacing visage looming overhead, its moon-like eyes fixed on the scurrying little dot they had *just* noticed while preparing breakfast.

Dealt with by a single *flick*. Forgotten just as quickly.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 2d

Doughy, adipose-laden moons descending like twin meteors upon a lone speck, far too slow to escape the impending impact.

They quickly find themselves compacted in a tomb of ass-flesh, what little remains washed away in mere minutes by a faint sheen of sweat. Never noticed…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · Nov 22

(Ramble/Multi-scenario)

Becoming absolutely microscopic beneath the towering visage of one of those generic tinies in size images. Unnamed and plain...yet vast enough they could be a god unto themselves: a mountain of nondescript clothing and vaguely white skin.
1/5

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 4d

Too small to even *perceive* any other living entity as anything more than a vague, fleshy landmass. No recognition.

Complete isolation.

They probably forgot about you by the day's end. Yet their single act irreversibly ruined your life…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 4d

Even if you survive, somehow, as one of the countless drifting microbiota—no different than a mote of pollen—your life is, effectively, over. Robbed of the ability to cause even the smallest of changes to the outside world.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 4d

I love the idea of “being shrunken to near-nothingness” for a somewhat similar reason. A witch, on little more than an idle whim, reduces you so small that your life effectively…ends.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 4d

My enjoyment of fatal content comes less from the act of a tiny being reduced to paste and morso the wider idea of the larger party being so much more powerful that they can bring a definite end to their existence without effort—and often without awareness.

But tinies going splat is also really hot

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 4d

My enjoyment of fatal content comes less from the act of a tiny being reduced to paste and morso the wider idea of the larger party being so much more powerful that they can bring a definite end to their existence without effort—and often without awareness.

But tinies going splat is also really hot

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 5d

Half-drowned breaths ragged with exertion, desperate cries lost in the splashing waves.

All only to delay the inevitable. Claimed in a single sip…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 5d

The evergreen scenario of a lone speck, desperately swimming against the waterfalling tide of a cup of coffee as it drains between two canyon-esque lips, an ocean of hot liquid disappearing into the abyss within. How their muscles ache and strain as they push against the scalding flood…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 5d

Haughty noblemen stretching to pierce the sky like the Tower of Babel, their boisterous “Ohohohoho” laugh nearly deafening their insignificant subjects.

Apathetic CEO “dismissing” her underperforming employees with a zap of a shrink ray and a *flick* into the office trash can.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 5d

I really like the opposite of role reversal (role reinforcement?)

Sometimes it really is hotter for a person who absolutely does *not* deserve any more power or status to nonetheless be far, far greater than you in every sense of the word.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 7d

Friends who use your resurrection powers as an excuse to be as careless as they want with your fragile little form, any complaints met with all the sympathy of a *shrug*.

“You came back in like…five minutes dude, chill.” Idle words as they scrape the remains of your last body onto the sidewalk.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 9d

“To be so soiled in front of the prince…humiliating…”

Quickly and obsessively scrubbed away.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 9d

Having the audacity to stain the pristine undergarments of the castle's dutiful maid with your insignificant remains after foolishly lingering just a bit too long upon his chair. The slight smudge of red met with a grimace, and a hint of confusion, once discovered.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 10d

Small enough that a single toe of the once feeble fey now seemed fit to pierce the clouds themselves, no less grand than a mountain. Their flawless features blanket the sky, an ever-stretching moon of pale flesh blocking your view of the cheap lid above—one that now traps you both…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 10d

Tossed into a fairy's bottle.

So small the seemingly flat glass of their rudimentary prison is marred with vast crevasses and cracks—some of which doubtlessly caused by the fairies' many failed attempts to escape. Thick boulders of loosened scales populate the terrain, each larger than a carriage…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 11d

Pest.

An indistinct little dot, scuttling across the table, screams lost in the vacuous, still air. Hours spent trying to garner their attention, to get help, to end the gnawing isolation of being so utterly alone…

Met with a grimace.

One soon eclipsed by a falling palm…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 13d

The desire to be so utterly microscopic that even the most innocuous motions can spell your end.

An exhale rending flesh from bone.

A light *poke* painting you across their finger tip.

Scrunching toes liquifying the unnoticed germ caught between…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 14d

An Inchling familiar employed to scour the vast expanse of a witch's curves in an attempt to locate their shrunken apprentice.

Twin moons loom over a desert of skin cells, scanning the endless dunes and valleys. Their words echo in a resounding *boom*.

“Nope. Don’t see ‘em, mistress.”

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 16d

Dangled over an ocean of green liquid by a pair of ash-grey fingers, the murky depths reeking of sulfur and thyme. You struggle against the vice-like grip of the ghastly witch, yet your frantic thrashing is little better than a child’s tantrum.

their potion called for an Inchling’s soul…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 16d

Abruptly and unceremoniously smeared by a maid who would *never* hurt a fly, but is far, far too vast to perceive you as anything more than a bit of grime on his master's well-polished table—one taken care of with a quick *wipe* of his delicate fingers.

He hums softly as he continues his work.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 18d

A grimy, baggy-eyed witch deciding the rest of your short life would be better spent suffocating in the confines of his worn boot—smothered beneath a frayed sock and darkened insole—instead of chasing some unimportant aspiration or dream.

By evening he's forgotten about you.

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