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Crovenard
@crovenard.bsky.social
GTS artist and occasional writer, mixing the two when possible. Definitely on the giga/tera side of the size spectrum, as far as tastes go. Banner by https://x.com/Nature346129 .
Literally just a girl doing girl things.
November 11, 2025 at 11:17 AM
Round #2 (11/11/2025)

#sizesky
The only thing containing the chaos radiating from Dotonbori is the meager reality of line-of-sight.

Even at her considerable height, Yuel isn't quite visible enough to instantly alert everyone to her presence: even the crashes of collapsing building can do so much to warn people of impending doom.
November 11, 2025 at 8:28 AM
And so did her brother, and her sister, and big sister Yuel. Love more wonderful than anything on this dead imitation of a world. Would it grow even more? Would they grow even more, consuming it all?

Oh. Oh, she hoped it so!

[YUEL: 53.8m
SOCIETTE: 402.1m
KOU: 13.43m
YOU and SUI: 11.26m]

#sizesky
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
But as she looked up at the white calves raising up into the sky, ankles twice as high as any of them three lifting feet able to consume entire blocks, covered in unrecognizable scraps of metal and red splashes bearing no likeness of living creature, she felt nothing but love. Deep, consuming love.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
And yet - and yet! Even so, big sis Yuel towered above them, almost as big in comparison as they were to the puppets around them. And beyond her... beyond her...

The sight was wondrous and terrifying. Had it been anyone else - anyone beyond the confined of their family - she would have screamed.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
She was used to her form being tiny, though, and being 3m tall had already felt strange. Now they stood amongst dolls, their heads reaching up to their shins; they could look into the vast windows of the strange building around them, into its fourth story, rows of tables shaken aside by the tremors.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
To her merit, she did not stop - lesser dancers would have, but lesser dancers wouldn't have been there. She had lowered them in some sort of empty courtyard with a light flourish, before going back to her work.

There were fake people there, now - a few, some watching in awe, others in terror.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
So taken was she by the scene, she hadn't noticed how the vast splashes of that hurricane had been soaking into them. Yuel, in her channeling, had been shedding most of it back into Societte, but You, Kou, and herself had been absorbing a not inconsiderable amount. Big sis Yuel's hand felt cramped.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Soon, she had been watching at her bosom, her waist, her knees. Still dancing she had taking a step back, as the white fox's toes started kicking through the walls of buildings, then on them whole, entire towers crushed into dust under their mere motion; then more and more, backing off, giving room.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
But then Societte had reached Yuel's height...

...and then, after a short instant, had passed it.

She felt, right then, the lady of the Foxflame almost stumbling in uncharacteristic blunder. Not that she could blame her, though, as her companion had grown a head taller, and then more, and more.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
As expected, the white fox had started rising, her soles pushing aside the strange carriages filling the wide street when not crushing them outright. She felt no remorse for those pale figures which did not contain even one drop of life force, but they exploded into screams and into gore even so.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
As the two dancers had moved together, the great river had moved from Yuel to Societte. It had slammed into her, threatening to drag her under. For a moment, that is what she feared would happen.

But she had given her big sisters too little credit: the waves had been tamed by their joint heartbeat.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
And so, leaning into one of Yuel's fingers, never jostling more than absolutely needed, she had watched together with her brother and sister as Societte was brought to her lover's level.

That... was not what had happened. That was, in fact, not even close to what had actually happened. Oh my.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
But of course Soc- big sister Societte - had preceded her. This was no surprise either, though she was somewhat taken aback by how much she had been looking forward to the idea. But it was fine nonetheless: she would bask in their love, probably watching as the white fox reached Yuel at her size.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Yuel - big sister Yuel, she corrects herself - had been evidently straining against the push of the energies filling her. This had not been a surprise, the Alchemist had said as much; but for a moment she had wondered whether she should try and take the wheel herself. Protecting her sounded nice.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Confusion makes way for a light blush, as her eyes move down, and down, and down before meeting the awed expression of her lover.

---

Sui, the creature who had formerly been the Freak of Nature (or a branch thereof), is busy experiencing a form of love she had never seen. She is not disliking it.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
The storm subsides - it doesn't cease, oh no, how could it? But it calms down, from unfettered power ready to tear them to shreds into vast, placid whirpool.

She opens her eyes, ready to smile at Yuel; but all that meets her raised gaze is a night sky with so few stars she might think none exist.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
They fill her fluffy ears, erasing any other sound and any other worry. She closes her eyes - doesn't need them open; she doesn't have her fans - doesn't need them now.

Things start crunching under her soles, small pops she isn't distracted by; her toes idly kick off something of no import.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
And then the tide hits her. It's violent and all-consuming - Yuel was holding in -this-? - and for just an instant she thinks she might just... explode, torn apart by the calamitous power of an untapped, unspoiled world.

But then the drums raise up, glass shattering for hundreds of meters around.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM
But it's no time for idle wonder, as her beloved's feature start being beaded with sweat. With precise movements, she kicks off her sandals, feeling the cold, rough texture of the tarmac under her bare feet.

She starts dancing then, her moves mirroring the ones of her companion high above her.
November 11, 2025 at 8:26 AM