calthyechild

Gargan and Humon were giants. In fact, they were bigger than giants. They were titans. They were so big that, when they stood up, they blotted out the sunlight beneath them and made it as dark as night for miles around. In fact, so big were they that people who saw them often mistook them for mountains. This was understandable, as neither of them washed that frequently and they often ended up with trees growing from the dirt in the deep crevices in their skin that on us would be mere lines or pores.Gargan and Humon were the last of the titans to walk the earth’s surface. All the others had been destroyed in the war with the gods, or had fl...

Every year, they got a new tattoo. They first met at the Tattered Ink tattoo parlor and started chatting while they waited for their appointments.  Brie was a first timer, ready to begin her rebel streak with a tiny, tasteful peace sign above her ankle.  Asche was a veteran and had elegant designs that crawled up her right arm--everything from dragon scales to shooting stars to phrases like "carry on" and "live in the moment." The guy ahead of them was screaming bloody murder.  Asche turned to Brie and chuckled, "He's a wimp.  I swear to God it's not as bad as he's making you think it is."  She rolled up the sleeve of her heavily inked arm...