Giantess: Ascension Bullies

The giantess stood watch. Not as a tyrant. As a reminder: when you make yourself large to crush others, someone larger is already learning your name.

The bullies fired everything. Beams that had unzipped planets skittered off her skin like rain off a cathedral dome. She breathed in. Their missiles turned to dandelion seeds. She breathed out. Their armor rusted into kindness. ascension bullies giantess

“You forgot,” she whispered, and the vibration rewrote weather patterns. “Ascension isn’t a ladder to kick others from. It’s an invitation.” The giantess stood watch

One by one, she lifted them from their cockpits—tiny, thrashing, terrified—and placed them on a cloud. Not a prison. A nursery. Soft. White. Disorientingly peaceful. ” she whispered

“Grow,” she said.