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.
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I think one of the reasons unaware is so appealing to me is because it allows even the most “gentle” characters to be monsters in their own right. It's a unique junction between a legitimately good person and the horrors they can inflict on those beneath their notice.
(Rambling below)
(Rambling below)
March 24, 2025 at 9:31 PM
I think one of the reasons unaware is so appealing to me is because it allows even the most “gentle” characters to be monsters in their own right. It's a unique junction between a legitimately good person and the horrors they can inflict on those beneath their notice.
(Rambling below)
(Rambling below)
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The remanents of your city becoming just the faintest layer of dust beneath a stirrup-clad sole—your home, friends, family...everything you've worked for and cherished, crushed into a fine, unrecognizable grit—grey debris speckled with smears of dark crimson.
1/2
1/2
November 8, 2024 at 6:58 PM
The remanents of your city becoming just the faintest layer of dust beneath a stirrup-clad sole—your home, friends, family...everything you've worked for and cherished, crushed into a fine, unrecognizable grit—grey debris speckled with smears of dark crimson.
1/2
1/2
Adore size tiering where you are, unequivocally, the *bottom* of the totem pole. Staring up at a monolith of pale-pink flesh as it casts you in deep shadow, their face a distance, incomprehensible blur in the sky far above....
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
November 23, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Adore size tiering where you are, unequivocally, the *bottom* of the totem pole. Staring up at a monolith of pale-pink flesh as it casts you in deep shadow, their face a distance, incomprehensible blur in the sky far above....
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
And knowing they are a mere speck to people who *actually* matter...
A size-shifter barbarian woman who appears as a muscular 10-foot Amazon at “giant” size, yet little larger than an inch normally. Known as a fearsome warrior by day while holding up in some…abandoned knothole by night, forced to recharge her mana lest she diminish mid-battle...
November 23, 2025 at 1:41 AM
A size-shifter barbarian woman who appears as a muscular 10-foot Amazon at “giant” size, yet little larger than an inch normally. Known as a fearsome warrior by day while holding up in some…abandoned knothole by night, forced to recharge her mana lest she diminish mid-battle...
A pretty, air-headed cleric holding your speck-like form in the sprawling expanse of his white gloves, *uncomfortably* close to the faint smear of your former body — now crushed beyond all recognition and partially fused with the once pristine fibers.
His apologies almost deafen you…
His apologies almost deafen you…
November 23, 2025 at 1:30 AM
A pretty, air-headed cleric holding your speck-like form in the sprawling expanse of his white gloves, *uncomfortably* close to the faint smear of your former body — now crushed beyond all recognition and partially fused with the once pristine fibers.
His apologies almost deafen you…
His apologies almost deafen you…
A well-placed red dot or *crunch* sound effect in size media will always, always make me a bit blushy.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
November 21, 2025 at 1:33 PM
A well-placed red dot or *crunch* sound effect in size media will always, always make me a bit blushy.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
Indistinct ketchup splatter and paper crackling noise my beloveds.
Hyper-specific scenario I adore.
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
November 21, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Hyper-specific scenario I adore.
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
Trapped within the confines of a shrunken voyeur's pants as they sneak a peek at an oblivious giant — pressed tightly against the tented fabric of their underwear by a hardening pillar of flesh or drowning in a rising deluge of viscous fluid…
A multi-sized society where “accidents” are so commonplace they are rarely investigated with any real detail. Dried splotches of dark crimson mix with the grit on a sidewalk or the stains on a countertop, serving as unmarked graves for the unfortunate.
November 20, 2025 at 1:48 AM
A multi-sized society where “accidents” are so commonplace they are rarely investigated with any real detail. Dried splotches of dark crimson mix with the grit on a sidewalk or the stains on a countertop, serving as unmarked graves for the unfortunate.
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An interview of various adventurers and their opinions on Inchlings—a thread.
June 25, 2025 at 8:49 PM
An interview of various adventurers and their opinions on Inchlings—a thread.
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Dynamics Vek really likes and wishes he could write more.
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
June 22, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Dynamics Vek really likes and wishes he could write more.
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
Apathetic Scientist and their latest batch of “subjects”. Freshly replaced after the last group was disposed of.
The wet wipe he used to scrub away their entire civilization was probably still in the trash, somewhere.
(Thread)
A resident of a petri-dish city growing increasingly infatuated with the blurred visage of their "god" whenever he graces them with his presence above the borders of their world, blushing ever so slightly as eyes grander than any moon peer down from the heavens.
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
November 17, 2025 at 3:10 AM
A resident of a petri-dish city growing increasingly infatuated with the blurred visage of their "god" whenever he graces them with his presence above the borders of their world, blushing ever so slightly as eyes grander than any moon peer down from the heavens.
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
Oh, if only he'd noticed them...
Unceremoniously buried beneath your roommate's ratty Converse after they spot the “mite” scuttling across the kitchen tile — barely given the time to process the encroaching shadow before you're sandwiched between the grit-coated tread and the hard floor below.
They don’t even think twice.
They don’t even think twice.
November 17, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Unceremoniously buried beneath your roommate's ratty Converse after they spot the “mite” scuttling across the kitchen tile — barely given the time to process the encroaching shadow before you're sandwiched between the grit-coated tread and the hard floor below.
They don’t even think twice.
They don’t even think twice.
Fact✅
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.
November 16, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Fact✅
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.
The reason Vek uses so many ellipses in his musings is actually because he should be as tall as one of those little dots, not for any writing reason.
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..