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neonthewrite · 10 months

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Grey Landing (Part 6)

The prompt "Stargazing" made me think of Isaac Grey for some reason. The sailor who found himself in a strange land of giants returns, which is fitting considering his original few snippets came about in GT July last year. He's still working on figuring out how to communicate with the giants, who so far haven't shown much interest in returning the effort.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

(Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

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“A need a good bed,” Isaac muttered to himself. Instead, he had a coil of rope around him, a thick twist of fibers that all together was thicker around than his waist, and a bunch of fishing trash. It would be some time before he had a chance to sleep. He could probably lay himself down among the ropes and tackle and catch some rest, the rocking of the boat a reminder of how at home he usually felt on the sea. It was no hammock, this pile of ropes, but his weary bones promised not to complain.

The temptation couldn’t hold up against the looming presence not ten meters away. The giant sitting so close, his companion not far beyond him, ensured Isaac couldn’t rest just yet. He couldn’t let his guard down, not around a pair of giants he couldn’t trust yet, no matter that they hadn’t hurt him so far. He couldn’t control where he’d wake up, if he woke up at all.

So, to keep his mind off the exhaustion and the helplessness of his predicament, Isaac assessed his latest surroundings. Tangled wires lay in an angry mess under a few broken wooden objects with faded paint that looked like fish eyes and fins. Many dips in the salty water had robbed them of their colors and they’d lost the hooks that could secure them to the end of a fishing line. Old broken fishing lures that couldn’t be thrown away.

He dismissed those in favor of the few metal pieces in the pile. Moving gingerly, he sifted through them, ever wary of sharp edges and points on broken hooks and tackle. Moving things about, he found pieces in all states of disrepair.

The giants, it seemed, weren’t willing to get rid of anything, and he could hardly blame them. Back home, everyone felt the squeeze of supplies and prices, everyone knew the value of at least trying to repair and repurpose things.

Well, if Isaac was going to be dropped among the rubbish, he’d repurpose things himself before they got around to it. It was only fair.

His first pick was a three-pronged fishing hook that had lost two of its prongs just above where they branched off. The remaining barb was as sharp as ever, while the two broken off parts stuck out just enough that he was sure they could be useful somehow, but not enough that they would rest uncomfortably against his side when he claimed the thing in his belt. The barb tucked safely against his thigh, and so long as no giant grabbed him too tightly, they wouldn’t be stuck by that hook.

Otherwise, well, they’d get a lesson in some manners.

Also among the scraps, Isaac found a metal disc with holes spaced evenly along it. From the look of it, it had been part of a reel on one of those fishing poles at some point before breaking off. They’d kept the scuffed metal, and he decided to claim it as a good-sized shield just in case. Some scrapped leather cord woven through some of the holes created a handle on the inner curve of the disk and also gave him a way to sling it over his shoulders.

A shield, even a small one, could prove critical in a place where even the fish outclassed him. He’d been through enough in his life to know that over-preparation was impossible. Having some supplies to his name, even borrowed from a giant’s discard pile, eased his mind a bit.

The boat rocked and shuddered as the giants finally reeled in their latest catch. They sounded excited, and Isaac couldn’t blame them. From his low vantage point, he saw the younger giant straining with the net as a fish the size of his arm thrashed about.

A fish that size would probably feed hundreds back home. It’d only feed a few giants, but still. Isaac counted himself impressed. He settled down against the piles of rope where he’d been consigned to wait. He had the patience to hold out a bit longer.

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Isaac woke with a snort as something knocked into the hull and shook through him. His heart fluttered with a momentary shock as he realized he’d dozed off after all, but he forgave himself when he remembered the ache running through his limbs. He blinked and rubbed a rough hand down his face to hasten his waking.

There wasn’t a giant hand rushing at him. Instead, one of the giants stood far overhead, looming and leaning over the boat at a vertiginous angle. Isaac stared in shock for a moment, realizing that the young giant stood on that enormous dock and the fishing boat, its sails stowed and a lantern lit, was rocking gently against it. The older giant took some rope handed off to him, doing the busy work of lashing the boat securely. The fish coolers, each the size of warehouses, already sat on the dock. Night had fallen softly around them, broken by enormous lanterns on the dock.

He didn’t have much time to think about how he’d slept through a good portion of the work of making port. The sky overhead caught his attention. The clouds had finally cleared away.

Stars, a thick blanket of them, spread over the dark canopy above. A broad cluster of them looked like a swipe of dust overhead. Isaac had never seen such a clear sky.

Not a single star among the many looked familiar. Isaac scanned as much as he could see, his skin crawling for the wrongness of the sight. It didn’t even look like the stylized charts his father had shown him from his homeland in India. Wherever he was, he hadn’t seen a chart for it.

In the midst of his startled stargazing, the older giant leaned over the bench of the boat and blocked his view. The man wore a familiar suspicious frown. He scanned over Isaac, eyes lingering on the hook at his belt. Isaac narrowed his eyes right back, not moving from where he reclined. Something about that man’s look reminded him of an uppity first mate on a ship Isaac did not miss. “Can a help you? Don’t tell me ya expected me to carry my weight‒”

The man’s hand appeared and rushed at him, cutting off his ornery complaint. “Stunt sbew, nei̯fitblei̯nd.”

Isaac flinched. If he weren’t so tired and hungry, he was sure he’d be able to leap to his feet before being grabbed up. As it was, he barely managed to move before the giant hand gathered him up in a fist, deftly avoiding the hook he wore. “A don’t know what you want,” he protested, squirming while the giant stood and exited the boat at last. “Happy to take my leave if ya’d stop with the manhandlin’!”

The giant handed him over to the other one with a grunt. Isaac found himself deposited in a pair of cupped hands before the older giant hoisted up one of the fish coolers and stomped past towards the shore. The younger giant sighed in some kind of defeat, and Isaac frowned up at him. “Don’t suppose I’ll convince you either, eh?”

The giant glanced down at him, and then rolled his eyes in what looked like exasperation.

“Aye. I’ll wait, then.”

#gtjuly #gtjuly2023 #mywriting #gt #g/t #g/t handheld #giant tiny #handheld #giant sailor #ocean #giant fish #language barrier #isaac grey

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banefolk · 7 months

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Mab’s Drawlloween Day 9: Finfolk

“Mussie”

Mussie is my local lake monster said to lurk in the depths of Muskrat Lake in the Ottawa Valley with documented sightings dating to 1906, but with claims dating to the early 1600s. I think Mussie is a muskie or muskellunge —a giant carnivorous fish species of the Great Lakes region similar to a pike that can grow as big or bigger than a man and who’s been known to chomp on one every now and then.

#bane folk #mussie #muskie #muskellunge #giant fish #lake monster #cryptozoology #pen and ink #mabsdrawlloweenclub #mabsdrawlloween2023 #mdwc23 #mdwc23d9

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bigmannoah · 1 year

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Hoppin on the silly goofy train of making a king salmonid oc hehehohoho! :D i dont feel like explaning how its attack works as im posting this at 4:11 am

#Splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon oc #splatoon 3 oc #king salmonid #king salmonid oc #giant fish #woah isint he cool #grizzco pays me enough

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jaymilepland · 10 months

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SHORT ASS BITCH (actually tall)

#g/t art #g/t #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #giant fish #oh he'll naw #the big feesh boi

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melonnoct · 1 year

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Wanna see some really big fish props?

My partner and I make these for charity auctions. <3

#art #craft #crafts #cosplay #cosplay props #fish #fish prop #loosely based on Monster Hunter Fish Great Sword #giant fish #sewing #furry #furry fursuit #furry community #fursuit maker #i dont know tags

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icydesire-blog · 5 months

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《 Whale Garula 》 Water ink on paper by : :

《鯤· 鵬》水墨淡彩 - by : :

庄子/逍遥游

北冥有鱼，其名为鲲。鲲之大，不知其几千里也。化而为鸟，其名为鹏。鹏之背，不知其几千里也；怒而飞，其翼若垂天之云。是鸟也，海运则将徙于南冥。南冥者，天池也。

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sebcalaguas · 6 months

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spidermilkshake · 1 year

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Ancardia's Unusual Animals--The Gandangarra

Classification: Extinct Beast (fish)

Habitat: The earliest ages of the Underground.

The Gandangarra, translated from Ancient Dwarven as “the Rainbow Serpent”, is a powerful and telepathic species of enormous aquatic life in the Underground that once existed, and was part of the basis of many cultural practices of the natives of the Underground. It is believed the last of the species’ adults died out sometime in the early 2nd Age, and partially fossilized remains have been recovered by Dwarven and Dark Elven expeditions since that time in the deep lakebeds of Yuan’gl province which confirm quite a bit about the historical records (as far as can be confirmed by bones).

The Gandangarra are known by many names. Dark Elven generally uses the term “Julungur”, derived from the Gnollish Ogrish name for the creatures, “Uungur”. Koboldi Ogrish calls them “Kanmaruh”, while Orcish dialects based on the later names for them use the term “Gunmagurgh”. The Ancient Stone Giant word, roughly pronounced in modern languages as “Witija”, is now thought to be the first name given to such a creature.

While imperial interests do not give much credence to the archeological studies of the Underground, given that similar zoological and botanical records made by explorers and other writers of the time have shone through as being very applicable to modern Ages, much can be known about the great Gandangarra from recordings of the time it was a living species. The first thing that was apparent was its great intelligence, curiosity, and immense size. Modern estimates based on adult fossils that have been uncovered reflect an average reported in ancient manuscripts and tablets as between 10 and 20 meters in length, with a 2.5 meter skull. While the Gandangarra was apparently omnivorous, if obstructed with towns, fishing camps, and tribal fisheries, it would be ready to make deals and exchanges in order to ensure peace between its own species and the humanoids it was dealing with; a common trade was a slaughtered deepmara or riding lizard per year for twenty days of favorable shellfish diving and fishing conditions, with no competition at all. The scales and hide of this creature are widely written of as being a brilliant mixture of hues—often catching the slightest lighting and casting great prisms on all nearby surfaces, but with some soft black and expressive markings around the eyes and uppermost fins. Another certain thing is that these massive fish were fully telepathic, able to communicate with any other sentient being within a 50 meter range or simply by eye contact.

The ecology of the Gandangarra remains mostly a mystery. The exchanges offered by early cultures to local gandangarra imply that it was at the very least omnivorous, if not carnivorous, but based on a lack of reports of attacks on many humanoids or domesticated creatures, implies the carnivory it displayed was not of a hunter or ambush type but more aligned with an opportunistic or scavenger sort. The exact means of courting or breeding remains unknown, as do the most preferred habitats for the beast. Fossils of these enormous eel-like fish can still be uncovered in various regions and which are especially valuable to Dweragh, Orcish, and Draulfyn archeological associations for study.

#ancardia #ancardian homebrew #bestiary #mixed media #creatures #animals #Ancient Domains of Mystery #ADOM #Dnd-like #Gandangarra #Rainbow Snake #giant fish #benevolent creature #telepathic #Aboriginal Australian mythology

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blue-shy · 2 years

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Sacred Fish by Morten Solgaard Pedersen

#art #ambiance #mysterious #mystical #fish #giant fish #fantasy #fantasy art #digital art #city #mystic art

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salem-house-press · 1 year

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Bahamat; look out Discworld....

#discworld #terry pratchett #mythological #arab myth #giant fish #earth #stars

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neonthewrite · 2 years

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Grey Landing (part 5)

Isaac returns at last! I've had a good break since the end of GT July, and I can write at a normal pace for a while. Isaac remains on the boat for now, but he's sort of figuring himself out here. Kinda. He's never been tiny before, give the man a break.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

(Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

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Isaac had been right about one thing - this was a normal fishing trip for the giants, complete with stretches of time during which not much happened. The sails, massive expanses of canvas thick enough to be the walls of a building, were stowed, and the boat rocked in waves high enough to claim Isaac for the sea. Yes, it was a normal fishing trip, if one stood sixty feet tall.

For Isaac, every movement around him was an exaggerated caricature of what he knew. The rocking of the boat should feel like that of a multi-mast ship crewed by at least ten men, but it didn’t, not quite. The shape of the hull wasn’t quite right for it. He found himself lurching away from the side more than he expected as the world rocked back and forth. Every time one of the giants reeled in in their line and cast it out again, Isaac imagined everything capsizing in the ruckus.

To say nothing of the catches they reeled in.

He hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, but seeing the hooks on their lines had promised they expected fish of the same monstrous scale as themselves. The thought of such things lurking under the waves sent chills into his stomach.

His own boat, now abandoned on the gravelly beach, had nearly fallen apart on these waves, and here he was, nearly small enough to bait the fishhooks. For all he knew, several leviathans had slipped past his notice as he approached the shore.

Sure enough, they’d already reeled in several fish that put whales to shame. Every time it came with powerful flails from the fish while the giants rushed to grab it in a net and secure it in a box behind one of their bench seats. Isaac could not pay much attention to their fish storage methods; he had to focus on dodging splashes of bloodied saltwater and the shifting stomps as the giants braced themselves.

One such catch jerked at the pole in the older giant’s hands, and he barked out an excited exclamation. He braced his grip better and began reeling in, straining against the line while the younger giant set aside his own pole to hold up the massive net.

The boat lurched as the fish resisted, and Isaac yelped when it bucked him away from the side of the hull and tossed him to the middle of the open floor. There, heavy boots braced against the wood on seemingly all sides.

Isaac Grey was not a weak man, not by the standards he was used to. He was bulky and plenty hardy, as a sailor worth any salt ought to be. He wore a thick beard proudly and, though he hadn’t been part of a larger crew in a while, he considered himself a man to be relied upon.

Seeing one of those giant boots lift up and stomp down again only feet in front of his prone position, he felt less like a man and more like a sickly little ship rat.

“Oi, watch yer stampin’!” he bellowed, getting to his feet and adopting a wider stance to brace against the motion of the boat. He was exhausted and hungry and apparently tiny, but he’d keep his bloody sea legs, by God.

Not surprisingly, it didn’t really draw the giants’ attention beyond a pair of quick glances his way. The older one scoffed and said, dismissive as ever, “Cru taos’ dwaog.” Then, he returned his focus to the fishing pole jerking and bowing over the side of the boat.

The other giant frowned in worry at the pole. Isaac was about to give up on getting a real response from either of them, then that gaze rounded on him again. Isaac expected to be told off for being in the way, or warned about their work, or something in that inscrutable language of theirs. Instead, the giant leaned down and a hand rushed at him. Isaac choked on a protest and tried to throw himself backwards, but if anything that only made it easier for that hand to scoop behind him and sweep him off the floor.

As he shot upwards in a loose grasp, Isaac got the notion of a rat being tossed overboard. His whole body flinched and he tried to grab onto the fingers around him. The giant probably wouldn’t have kept him this long if he planned to get rid of him this way, but the terror had bolted through him nonetheless. “Ain’t done nothin’ wrong, aye?”

“Eh?” the giant said, a bit distracted as he’d already looked away by the time he sat up. “Pruhi ugedal, nun?”

Isaac couldn’t shake the impression that he’d been scolded, though the words meant nothing to him. Still clinging to the giant’s hand, he frowned and asked, with a little less alarm, “So what’s yer genius plan then, pal?” The giant would still need both hands to hold the net whenever that fish reeled in; he couldn’t hold Isaac at the same time.

Isaac got a scoff in return before the hand around him lurched back, beyond the bench towards the crowded supplies behind the giant’s seat. He groaned as the world whipped past, the choppy waves in all directions becoming a blur. He also caught glimpses of what must be the fish cooler, a spare bucket with spots of rust here and there, and woven reeds shaped into traps. His destination, though, was a coil of rope. In the center, some broken tackle and threadbare rags had been discarded, with Isaac rushing towards them a moment later.

The hand discarded him, and he landed with a huff of breath among the boat’s faulty equipment and frowned. “Oi, really?”

The giant’s back already faced him. As the boat rocked and the broken supplies shifted around, Isaac understood why he hadn’t been put there before. Still, he could handle some fishing junk just fine, far better than their giant stomping boots. Probably.

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#mywriting #isaac grey #grey islands #gt #g/t #giant tiny #g/t handheld #handheld #giant sailor #ocean #giant fish #language barrier #might do a translation guide at some point #i kinda like the language i ended up with

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vox-anglosphere · 2 years

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