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 serene expression of the angel doesn’t change as his sole languidly takes its place in the sky above — eerily perfect despite being magnified across the sprawling cityscape.
“You could have chosen repentance…” an airy voice booms past the surrounding countryside.
“…A pity.”
“You could have chosen repentance…” an airy voice booms past the surrounding countryside.
“…A pity.”
November 14, 2025 at 6:22 PM
The serene expression of the angel doesn’t change as his sole languidly takes its place in the sky above — eerily perfect despite being magnified across the sprawling cityscape.
“You could have chosen repentance…” an airy voice booms past the surrounding countryside.
“…A pity.”
“You could have chosen repentance…” an airy voice booms past the surrounding countryside.
“…A pity.”
The freckled face of the alchemist shopkeep looms over the horizon — a blurred visage twisted in boyish worry eclipsing the surrounding candlelight and casting a landscape of woodgrain and dust in an almost oppressive shadow. Eyes squint, and a shaky sigh nearly sends you to your knees…
November 13, 2025 at 7:06 AM
The freckled face of the alchemist shopkeep looms over the horizon — a blurred visage twisted in boyish worry eclipsing the surrounding candlelight and casting a landscape of woodgrain and dust in an almost oppressive shadow. Eyes squint, and a shaky sigh nearly sends you to your knees…
Knowing the speck crawling across your table IS a person, but like…it kinda gives you the ick watching a tiny thing scuttle across the place you eat food on. Best to flick them off, they’ll survive…
Probably. Maybe.
Probably. Maybe.
November 9, 2025 at 9:36 PM
Knowing the speck crawling across your table IS a person, but like…it kinda gives you the ick watching a tiny thing scuttle across the place you eat food on. Best to flick them off, they’ll survive…
Probably. Maybe.
Probably. Maybe.
Microscopic planes exploding into balls of crumpled metal and flame against the freckled expanse of a single cheek, the lone pilot fast enough to eject slamming painfully against one of the many island-sized dots…
The faint heat and impact are utterly unnoticed, less than an itch…
The faint heat and impact are utterly unnoticed, less than an itch…
November 8, 2025 at 10:50 PM
Microscopic planes exploding into balls of crumpled metal and flame against the freckled expanse of a single cheek, the lone pilot fast enough to eject slamming painfully against one of the many island-sized dots…
The faint heat and impact are utterly unnoticed, less than an itch…
The faint heat and impact are utterly unnoticed, less than an itch…
A kind-hearted Inchling, eager to strike up their first conversation with one of the fabled “giants” outside their grove, and the imposing yet skittish fighter, with a habit of squashing any insect they spot crawling in their vicinity.
A rumbling, disgusted "ew" wipes the smile from their face...
A rumbling, disgusted "ew" wipes the smile from their face...
November 7, 2025 at 1:23 AM
A kind-hearted Inchling, eager to strike up their first conversation with one of the fabled “giants” outside their grove, and the imposing yet skittish fighter, with a habit of squashing any insect they spot crawling in their vicinity.
A rumbling, disgusted "ew" wipes the smile from their face...
A rumbling, disgusted "ew" wipes the smile from their face...
Size Ramble (Revamped)
Vek stuck in a Diavolo-style death loop, but it’s at the hands of his woefully oblivious friend.
One day lost atop the uneven landscape of their arm, stranded among the endless dermal ridges and pores. Crushed by an errant scratch as they feel a slightest *itch*.
1/6
Vek stuck in a Diavolo-style death loop, but it’s at the hands of his woefully oblivious friend.
One day lost atop the uneven landscape of their arm, stranded among the endless dermal ridges and pores. Crushed by an errant scratch as they feel a slightest *itch*.
1/6
November 6, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Size Ramble (Revamped)
Vek stuck in a Diavolo-style death loop, but it’s at the hands of his woefully oblivious friend.
One day lost atop the uneven landscape of their arm, stranded among the endless dermal ridges and pores. Crushed by an errant scratch as they feel a slightest *itch*.
1/6
Vek stuck in a Diavolo-style death loop, but it’s at the hands of his woefully oblivious friend.
One day lost atop the uneven landscape of their arm, stranded among the endless dermal ridges and pores. Crushed by an errant scratch as they feel a slightest *itch*.
1/6
Flying nanos with cute little wings, fluttering through a sea of pollon islands and dust mountains. They often inhabit houses, but go mostly unnoticed — save perhaps, a faint scratch in the throat or tickle in the nostril after inhaling an unfortunate swarm.
November 6, 2025 at 3:35 AM
Flying nanos with cute little wings, fluttering through a sea of pollon islands and dust mountains. They often inhabit houses, but go mostly unnoticed — save perhaps, a faint scratch in the throat or tickle in the nostril after inhaling an unfortunate swarm.
Yaoi between the bubbly and woefully accident-prone speck and their straight-laced partner who, despite seeing his boyfriend survive all manner of crushing, *still* has a mini-heart attack whenever he finds him lingering on a couch cushion or near his upturned sneakers.
“Idiot! Be more careful 💢”
“Idiot! Be more careful 💢”
November 5, 2025 at 6:50 AM
Yaoi between the bubbly and woefully accident-prone speck and their straight-laced partner who, despite seeing his boyfriend survive all manner of crushing, *still* has a mini-heart attack whenever he finds him lingering on a couch cushion or near his upturned sneakers.
“Idiot! Be more careful 💢”
“Idiot! Be more careful 💢”
Small enough that you, miraculously, avoid being crushed beneath the seemingly endless wall of whorled flesh descending from on high — a deific finger poised to smite you to a microscopic stain.
No…instead, you find yourself trapped within the grooves of their fingertip, deafened by the impact…
No…instead, you find yourself trapped within the grooves of their fingertip, deafened by the impact…
November 4, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Small enough that you, miraculously, avoid being crushed beneath the seemingly endless wall of whorled flesh descending from on high — a deific finger poised to smite you to a microscopic stain.
No…instead, you find yourself trapped within the grooves of their fingertip, deafened by the impact…
No…instead, you find yourself trapped within the grooves of their fingertip, deafened by the impact…
A nano with a life counter that grants them a more durable body with each death. Beginning with them being unceremoniously crushed beneath the mammoth weight of a hair strand and ending with them spending hours adhered to a runner's sneaker, compressed with every step.
Not quite a blessing.
Not quite a blessing.
November 4, 2025 at 2:07 AM
A nano with a life counter that grants them a more durable body with each death. Beginning with them being unceremoniously crushed beneath the mammoth weight of a hair strand and ending with them spending hours adhered to a runner's sneaker, compressed with every step.
Not quite a blessing.
Not quite a blessing.
Lips part, and a fog of humid air envelops you — thick and heavy, reeking of past meals and decay. Off-white mountains frame the abyss within, their tongue an island of grotesque protrusion in a sea of viscous fluid.
So small they wouldn’t even taste the microscopic addition to their meal…
So small they wouldn’t even taste the microscopic addition to their meal…
November 3, 2025 at 7:52 PM
Lips part, and a fog of humid air envelops you — thick and heavy, reeking of past meals and decay. Off-white mountains frame the abyss within, their tongue an island of grotesque protrusion in a sea of viscous fluid.
So small they wouldn’t even taste the microscopic addition to their meal…
So small they wouldn’t even taste the microscopic addition to their meal…
Stumbling across the vast plain of a drawing tablet, eyes squinted to a near close as the blinding lights of the blank screen radiate beneath your feet — as if the sun itself had been dragged to earth.
Far too distracted to notice the towering stylus lowering from on high..
Far too distracted to notice the towering stylus lowering from on high..
November 3, 2025 at 5:05 AM
Stumbling across the vast plain of a drawing tablet, eyes squinted to a near close as the blinding lights of the blank screen radiate beneath your feet — as if the sun itself had been dragged to earth.
Far too distracted to notice the towering stylus lowering from on high..
Far too distracted to notice the towering stylus lowering from on high..
Vek yearns to be responsible for the slightest itch deep within the yawning canyon of someone’s toes — the little speck plastered and twitching between two vast walls of skin, surrounded by dozens of interlocking sock threads that each dwarf him by magnitudes...
November 2, 2025 at 10:58 PM
Vek yearns to be responsible for the slightest itch deep within the yawning canyon of someone’s toes — the little speck plastered and twitching between two vast walls of skin, surrounded by dozens of interlocking sock threads that each dwarf him by magnitudes...
Whenever a big focused account likes Vek’s content, you gotta imagine the blushing little speck on their desk who *so* thrilled they enjoy his writing :).
Somewhere next to an inconspicuous crumb that dwarfs him like a mountain peak, and a dust mote that could smother him beneath its weight.
Somewhere next to an inconspicuous crumb that dwarfs him like a mountain peak, and a dust mote that could smother him beneath its weight.
November 2, 2025 at 9:46 PM
Whenever a big focused account likes Vek’s content, you gotta imagine the blushing little speck on their desk who *so* thrilled they enjoy his writing :).
Somewhere next to an inconspicuous crumb that dwarfs him like a mountain peak, and a dust mote that could smother him beneath its weight.
Somewhere next to an inconspicuous crumb that dwarfs him like a mountain peak, and a dust mote that could smother him beneath its weight.
Vek frantically hopping on a single key — one of the many vast islands of plastic atop his keyboard, marred with microscopic cracks from years of wear and tear — in a desperate attempt to write something for Nanovember.
Only to be unceremoniously smothered beneath the fingertip of another writer...
Only to be unceremoniously smothered beneath the fingertip of another writer...
November 2, 2025 at 3:23 AM
Vek frantically hopping on a single key — one of the many vast islands of plastic atop his keyboard, marred with microscopic cracks from years of wear and tear — in a desperate attempt to write something for Nanovember.
Only to be unceremoniously smothered beneath the fingertip of another writer...
Only to be unceremoniously smothered beneath the fingertip of another writer...
Realizing exploring your crush's body while shrunken was far scarier than you imagined as you gaze upon the endless sprawl of flesh — the dozing giant so vast mere inches of skin seemed to eclipse everything within view. You feel their ambient heat warm the air around you — oppressive and muggy…
November 2, 2025 at 2:01 AM
Realizing exploring your crush's body while shrunken was far scarier than you imagined as you gaze upon the endless sprawl of flesh — the dozing giant so vast mere inches of skin seemed to eclipse everything within view. You feel their ambient heat warm the air around you — oppressive and muggy…
“Focus! I’d rather not lose *another* subject…especially in such an ignominious matter…”
The Inchling familiar—pale face blushed crimson—peer's into the yawning crevasse of the witch's cleavage, eyes nervously scanning every inch in hopes of finding the shrunken “volunteer”.
The Inchling familiar—pale face blushed crimson—peer's into the yawning crevasse of the witch's cleavage, eyes nervously scanning every inch in hopes of finding the shrunken “volunteer”.
November 1, 2025 at 4:37 PM
“Focus! I’d rather not lose *another* subject…especially in such an ignominious matter…”
The Inchling familiar—pale face blushed crimson—peer's into the yawning crevasse of the witch's cleavage, eyes nervously scanning every inch in hopes of finding the shrunken “volunteer”.
The Inchling familiar—pale face blushed crimson—peer's into the yawning crevasse of the witch's cleavage, eyes nervously scanning every inch in hopes of finding the shrunken “volunteer”.
So small that the seemingly “flat” lines adorning your paper become a tangible obstacle. Vast, black ridges and canyons marred the uneven paper fibers, forming grotesque depressions and leaving hunks of loose graphite strewn across the landscape.
Its meaning incomprehensible…
Its meaning incomprehensible…
November 1, 2025 at 4:36 PM
So small that the seemingly “flat” lines adorning your paper become a tangible obstacle. Vast, black ridges and canyons marred the uneven paper fibers, forming grotesque depressions and leaving hunks of loose graphite strewn across the landscape.
Its meaning incomprehensible…
Its meaning incomprehensible…
Those little red dots artists draw will never not make me melt.
The idea of the tiny being compressed so completely, so *utterly* that they cease being distinguishable—their life reduced to a mere splatter of dark crimson, painting the sole of a being far, far greater.
Just from a single step…
The idea of the tiny being compressed so completely, so *utterly* that they cease being distinguishable—their life reduced to a mere splatter of dark crimson, painting the sole of a being far, far greater.
Just from a single step…
November 1, 2025 at 5:21 AM
Those little red dots artists draw will never not make me melt.
The idea of the tiny being compressed so completely, so *utterly* that they cease being distinguishable—their life reduced to a mere splatter of dark crimson, painting the sole of a being far, far greater.
Just from a single step…
The idea of the tiny being compressed so completely, so *utterly* that they cease being distinguishable—their life reduced to a mere splatter of dark crimson, painting the sole of a being far, far greater.
Just from a single step…
Surrounded by the microscopic detritus littering a theater’s seat after shrinking during a movie. Loose stalks of hair curl to pierce the heavens above, fragmented, broken crumbs — many crushed beneath your own weight — rising like mountaintops across the horizon.
November 1, 2025 at 5:17 AM
Surrounded by the microscopic detritus littering a theater’s seat after shrinking during a movie. Loose stalks of hair curl to pierce the heavens above, fragmented, broken crumbs — many crushed beneath your own weight — rising like mountaintops across the horizon.
Briefly “spared” from being consumed with their chips as you tumble across the expanse of their stomach, joined by a hail of boulder-sized crumbs. Only for a god-like hand to descend from on high, the wall of flesh slamming mere inches away and brushing the mess to the carpet jungle below...
October 30, 2025 at 1:49 AM
Briefly “spared” from being consumed with their chips as you tumble across the expanse of their stomach, joined by a hail of boulder-sized crumbs. Only for a god-like hand to descend from on high, the wall of flesh slamming mere inches away and brushing the mess to the carpet jungle below...
Dragged across a pair of sagging yoga pants as your roommate lazily scratches their rear, the whorled pillar steamrolls you across what feels like miles of frayed fabric...until you slip through a gap *just* large enough for your infinitesimal body, leaving you stranded in its inner weavings...
October 30, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Dragged across a pair of sagging yoga pants as your roommate lazily scratches their rear, the whorled pillar steamrolls you across what feels like miles of frayed fabric...until you slip through a gap *just* large enough for your infinitesimal body, leaving you stranded in its inner weavings...
Becoming the cute little partner of someone who has already “gone through” 10 of them and would feel next to nothing if they found you plastered beneath their sole before the week was out.
October 29, 2025 at 7:26 PM
Becoming the cute little partner of someone who has already “gone through” 10 of them and would feel next to nothing if they found you plastered beneath their sole before the week was out.
Dating a guy so (relatively) massive that he has no idea what I actually look like. Eyes that loom like a celestial body gazing down upon an indistinct little dot, awkwardly stumbling across the expanse of his palm. A walking period that he still finds *incredibly* cute.
October 29, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Dating a guy so (relatively) massive that he has no idea what I actually look like. Eyes that loom like a celestial body gazing down upon an indistinct little dot, awkwardly stumbling across the expanse of his palm. A walking period that he still finds *incredibly* cute.
There’s something hopelessly enamoring about nanos put in peril by a sleeping giant.
A *yawn* sucking a fleeing speck into the abyss of his throat.
A subtle shift burying them beneath a mountain of loose underwear and soft skin.
Drowsy murmurs that shake them to their core…
A *yawn* sucking a fleeing speck into the abyss of his throat.
A subtle shift burying them beneath a mountain of loose underwear and soft skin.
Drowsy murmurs that shake them to their core…
October 29, 2025 at 11:45 AM
There’s something hopelessly enamoring about nanos put in peril by a sleeping giant.
A *yawn* sucking a fleeing speck into the abyss of his throat.
A subtle shift burying them beneath a mountain of loose underwear and soft skin.
Drowsy murmurs that shake them to their core…
A *yawn* sucking a fleeing speck into the abyss of his throat.
A subtle shift burying them beneath a mountain of loose underwear and soft skin.
Drowsy murmurs that shake them to their core…