Recently started reading The Apothecary Diaries and couldn't help but do something with the delightful bug-lover.

With a curling motion, you're tugged from the safety of the ground, a delighted giant young lady smiling down while turning towards the cage at her side.

"Oh, I never thought I'd catch something like you! I bet even the others will find you as cute as I do..."

Welcome to Shisui's care.

Today would not go quite so easily. As you stumbled forward through the tall grass, a shadow would pass by, accompanied by a gasp of delight.

"Buggy boo!"

Hands slam down, resting on either side of you, fingers arched overhead to barely give you space.

You're both exhausted, pretty sure your lungs have a fine layer of paint, and only finish her Skaven army on the final morning.

Perhaps in the future, you'll make sure to ask what she needs painted.

Though as she gushes over how she'll have the best army... perhaps not.

Of course, there’s other work. Companies pay big for anyone brave enough to delve into a giant's ear to get a couple of crates of fresh wax. And your friend probably would be quite happy if you went in and unclogged their nose during a cold.

It's a tough life, but someone's gotta do it.

A colossal noble or royal is really just an especially big brat. Just as prone to earthquake-causing tantrums, all the willing to stuff their servant into an expensive bag or sit on them while up to something. Hopefully, they're at least pretty cute about it...

Yanking the cuff back and forth a bit, Daisy smirked at her palm, feeling your presence.

"Mmmkay! Perfect... now, don't be TOO distracting in there, I don't need you making me miss a shot!"

But she did often get yellow cards... having someone to squeeze in annoyance might be a nice stress relief.

You land with a wet smack, a bead of sweet oozing out as your weight slightly depresses the worn-down and over-saturated fabric.

The entire glove rumbles as a hand, big enough where each finger was like a small train, slid right over you, squeezing you against it as she tugged it into position.

Before you can sigh or say anything, she's plucking you up between two fingers.

"Got it, you can come with me!"

She swings you over to her gloves, not yet put on. The scent of stale sweat drifts up, thick and concentrated as she simply lets go of her little prize.

Amazing introductory post to your OCs!

Glancing at the owner, the barista notices the ‘mute’ giantess muttering into her phone. Great.

Crouching down, a finger tugs at the pocket on the front of the uniform apron.

“Yo, lil thing. You can go in a coffee or my pocket. Your choice.”