#g/t masterpost

[betwixenandbetween]

Masterpost

I guess I should get started on one of these now that I have a few chapters out

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Amongst the Stones

Synopsis:

Yew is a member of a borrower village—people that rarely exceed 5 inches in height—nestled amongst great boulders in the woods, where she holds the vital position of watch guard. It’s a fairly quiet life—they live nearly independent from humans, and rarely ever encounter them. A poor harvest however forces Yew and some others to venture into the human world for supplies, where Yew’s duty as guard is pitted against her overwhelming fear of humans whom she barely understands.

This story may delve into mature themes from time to time (such as language, violence and/or grief) but otherwise will be SFW. I'll try to use content warnings if appropriate.

Chapter 1: Desperate

Chapter 2: The Night Watch

Chapter 3: Upturned

Chapter 4: Atone

Chapter 5: Revenge

Chapter 6: Treason

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Amongst the Stones will probably be my main focus for the foreseeable future but if I publish anything else it'll go here too. Also please note I have no upload schedule for anything, it's just whenever I feel it's ready. Enjoy :)

[thetinylittlespider]

Hello everyone, you can call me Morgan, TLS, or whatever you want actually. And it's with great pride I make real my...

M A S T E R P O S T

OF ALL MY

S T U F F

Fairy - G/t sona lore and short stories: Presenting the story of Morgan Blight, a fairy prince fallen from grace.

-Close your eyes.

-Revenge.

-What once was.

-Fun facts (Serious not serious list of things that are important to note on my character.)

Tearing Up - Season 1: In a world never meant to be, a bio-weapon is crafted against all that is right. (ON HIATUS)

-Ch.1: Routine

-Ch.2: Family Reunion

-Ch.3: Runaways

-Ch.4: My best Wishes

-Ch.5: The Reason Why

-Ch.6: A meeting

-Ch.7: Eye Spy

-Ch.8: Freedom or Survival

-Ch.9: Curiosity at rescue

One Shots/Prompts and Other short stories:

-The Playground of Gods.

-The New Doll.

[munchkin1156]

✨My Megapost✨

NEW MEGAPOST SOON!

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HIIIIII!!!!!!! WELCOME TO MY BLOG AND MY MASTERPOST!! HAVE A COOKIE!!! 🍪

You can find me on ao3 as well, under the same user, where I'm posting non g/t hermitcraft (and possibly some g/t once I get around to it)

Now that that's out of the way...

Who am I?

❤️My name is Munchkin! I'm your casual g/t enthusiast, and I do writing, art and also some irl stuff making! If you see someone going by the name ✨anon✨ on your blog, offering you cookies, then that's me. I enjoy content, and sometimes do my own! Right now, I'm mainly obsessed with Mcyt g/t (which is mainly hermitcraft! and was dsmp) or a lot of character stuff :D Nice to meet you, viewer/reader!! :D ❤️

What is g/t?

G/t stands for giant/tiny, and it's a community for people who enjoy being (you guessed it) giant or tiny! Usually, it's a form of comfort, feeling the need to protect or be protected, but it can also be used as a kink. That is NSFW G/T. This blog is strictly SFW G/T. I will not hesitate to block you if you do that, for it makes me uncomfortable and I am not okay with it. (Sorry if this description is bad, there are better ones-)

Do I do g/t vore?

Nope! To be clear, I am perfectly fine with the concept and anyone who posts it, (occasionally reading it as long as it's safe) though I am aware some of my followers are not, so I will not be posting/talking about vore on this blog.

Do i take requests, and if so, what kind? (REQUESTS ARE ✨OPEN✨)

Yes. I take writing and art requests, including fake fic titles, prompts, au ideas, headcanons, etc. Do not pressure me to finish your request though, it will not help at all and will make me more stressed. If I am uncomfortable with your request, it will be deleted.

Now, my posts so far... (Stories/art and other posts under cut-, most of this is old writing, again once I'm back I will probably add some more stuff that is new and better! Enjoy!)

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YOU LOOKED UNDER THE CUT!! :0 ENJOY MY CONTENT!!! (if you want to) HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Mycelium Menace (Hermitcraft g/t au)

Pt1

Shattered Code

Pt1, lore dump on forest borrowers

Now for all the stuff I've done in the past which I'll hopefully write more for!

✨Upon Clouds we Dream...✨

Chapter One and Chapter Two is out, but Chapter Three is non-existent. (yet)

Then there's the other au that I have stuff for, but I'm not sure what it is or where i was going with it and i'm pretty sure it's dead but oh well-

Make new friend's but keep the old

Chapter... One? Chapter... Two? Maybe?

✨MER AU THAT I HAVE SAID NOTHING ABOUT YET✨

Art for it

Becky ask!!! (small infodump)

✨I have fallen (but have faith, for I shall rise once more)✨ (mcyt g/t au)

Pt.1

Brick ask :D

✨Dystopian au✨ (mcyt g/t au)

infodump

Becky ask (technically infodump)

✨Oneshots!✨

He started it!

Horror and HELP

✨Other- (stuff like wips, fake fic titles, art, oc's that i have drawings of, hc's, irl stuff :])✨

Wip game thingy

Munchkin character sheet

It's- a stick figure. In a hamd.

FAKE FIC TITLES

Taming the beast

G/t headcanons (Zombie apocalypse style)

Borrower house no.1 (not very good)

Borrower house no.2 (better)

Borrower house no.3 (pretty darn great)

Borrower house no.4 (think of a witches house)

shitpost (and my first post)

shitpost (not my first post)

shitpost (honestly how many do i have?)

shitpost (another one??)

shitpost (:D)

stuff that freaks me out in g/t #1

stuff that freaks me out in g/t #2

spooder

geeckooo

baaaaaaaat

✨My tumblr fam✨

My Tumblr mom, the wonderful @.I-am-beckyu, my Tumblr aunt's, @.brick-a-doodle-do and @.a-xyz-s.

@.orchid-harmony, @.da3dm, @.krazycat49, @.justarandomsloth and 🕶️ anon are my siblings :D

Aaaaaand that's about it! Will update when I should!

❤️ You made it to the end! ❤️ Great job, dear viewer/reader, have some more cookies! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

-Your neighborhood Munchkin

…spams bread

[narrans-reblogged]

When needing inspiration, I often turn to others’ writing, and this one is certainly one of my favorites.

You’re so talented @ratcatcher0325, and I can’t wait to see where these stories take you.

Cheers and, as always, stay awesome!

~Narrans

Writing Master Post

Welcome to all things “Nobody’s Fool” & “A Fraction of Justice”. Awesome art by @rubeau-art​. You’ll find links to all chapters below. 

NOBODY’S FOOL 

(Art by @rubeau-art)

This is a story of one tiny man overcoming obstacles both systemic and personal to become a big time star. 

Set in a universe where miniature people (around 5 inches tall) are kept as pets for the rich, this story follows one tiny man as he struggles to overcome the abuse people like him suffer at the hands of those who view him as nothing more than a plaything. When he’s rescued by a human who learns to see him for the person he is, he discovers something he never could explore until he had the opportunity to truly express himself: he has quite an incredible hidden talent.  He has what it takes to become a big time star…if only everyone would take him seriously.

A mixture of fluff and angst. Mature (Language, adult themes and violence) but SFW. This story uses the pet trope as a means to explore themes of overcoming trauma and fighting back against abuse, as well as learning to love oneself.

Click HERE for links to Chapters

Commissions/Fan Art (Take a look at all the incredible art made for the story!)

Music Master Post (Listen to all of the music included in the story, by chapter)

Click below to learn more about “A Fraction of Justice”:

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[milfcutlawquane]

Chat is it gay to fall in love with the moth (fairy?) you just saved from near-death?

COMMISSIONS

[tthevoic3s]

MR VOICES’ MASTERPOST

hi! my name is [redacted] and this is my super secret sideblog dedicated to my g/t themed oc’s and stories.

i am here sent by the gods to bring whimsy and silliness (and a fair amount of trauma) to the community.

I draw and I write. I’m not good at either of those.

18, italian, autistic | based g/t enjoyer

even though I’m an adult I don’t mind minors interacting. I literally just turned 18 lol it’s fine.

IF YOU KNOW ME OR MY MAIN WELL NO YOU DO NOT.

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Work Masterposts:

From Blood Births Life and Death [main project]

Oc Ref Sheets

Andrew, Maya, Sadie

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tag guide and info

my works are tagged with their title!

ex: #from blood births life and death

my art: #mr voices doodles

my writing: #mr voices writes

all my ocs are tagged with #oc: [name]

responses to asks are tagged with #ask ; specific asks about oc’s or world-building are tagged with #oc ask

Important Note : sometimes tumblr is an asshole and doesn’t let me see / reply to asks despite the notif is showing. If you notice your ask seems forgotten, it’s 90% because of that bug. So, dm me and I’ll reply :)

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[hoovesandfloorpaws]

H: "I would describe him more as funny and handsome and rugged." L: :'D H: "..and bit more manly." L: "Thank you. Thank you. ... Thank you, Dangerous Dave." H: 😏 L: "Oh! :"D" H: "I'll get you for that tonight." L: 😳💭

[boiled-ginger-ale]

mass ask answering because im dying

i appear to have acquired.... a fanbase? //////// i have no idea what to do with this information but thanks????? there are people in my walls and they keep leaving nice notes on my desk when im gone lol

(vore stuff under cut)

also yall just really wanna get ate by me huh- not that im opposed, just, never expected anyone that im not mutuals with to offer? guess i should answer these too;;

please dont sneak into my meals, i dont wanna hurt you on accident-

although if you wanna hang out for a bit thats fine; you can stay in the actually safe organ and ill let you out in the morning

[okminer07]

Master post of Stories

Main story: A Match Beyond Measure

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Other random side stories (that may or may not be continued):

The Winged Horse

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Nuna

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Colossal Clash

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Slave to the Light

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Mice Among Beasts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

A Growing Problem

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Short stories/ One-shot (Open for requests!)

Not a Cave

Waterfall

Disastrous Dinner

Movie Night

[munchkin1156]

Let me show you things from a different angle! Hang on, that’s not what I meant-

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A new fic!! Hooray!! This one is also for the @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes event!! Under the extra prompt “Trust”!!

ao3 link

Summary:

Scar was someone you could trust. Definitely, totally, absolutely. The Permit Office had no reason to be suspicious of him!

...Well, ignoring how he didn't have a permit for his magic and potions. But besides that, nothing!

Grian just wanted to get the inspection of this guy's house and permits over with. It was getting annoying how he kept lying, and even worse how smug he seemed about it, thinking he’d gotten away with it. Ugh.

At least nothing had gone horribly wrong yet.

word count: 5,557

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Scar was your totally average, day to day salesman.

He lived in a small apartment, on the west side of the city, overlooking the central park. He did chores, met up with his friends, and made sales that definitely had reasonable prices. In every way you could possibly imagine, he was a perfectly compliant citizen. Perfectly trustworthy. No reason whatsoever for the government to have any sort of suspicion about him. 

Nothing at all.

…Apart from the illegal magic use, that is. 

According to his files, Scar sold boring, useful, everyday things like, for example, vacuum cleaners. Very uninteresting stuff. That was a lie. He didn’t even own a vacuum cleaner! Originally, when he was younger, he’d wanted to be a known wizard, a famous one, but those were the foolish hopes of a child. Child him hadn’t known how ridiculously impossible it was to get a permit for magic use. He was still waiting to hear back from the Permit Office about getting an appointment to discuss the possibility of him using magic, and that was nearing three years now. He had a sneaking suspicion they’d forgotten he’d sent in an application.

Since Scar wasn’t the type of person to give up on his dreams, he’d just… Not told the Permit Office he was using it. He had found a market online, for people just like him, with the same idea. Not evil people, who wanted to practice black magic, but people who simply couldn’t, because the system sucked. And with his natural talent for arcane arts, Scar had gotten quite popular, especially with his potions. Who wouldn’t love something that was slightly cheaper, and yet worked far better than anything store bought?

Because his apartment had been basically turned into a magic lab it was hard to hide an entire room set aside for the business, with magical ingredients and chalk marks left over from spells everywhere, his friends had caught on fairly quickly to what he was doing. They had then made it their mission to help Scar with this side gig, as well as cover things up from the authorities. Absolute legends, they were. Total life savers. Scar couldn’t count how many times they’d saved him after he’d said one too many suspicious things to an officer of the Poe Poe.

It was with their help the Permit Office hadn’t needed to investigate where he lived, because he had no idea where he would hide all his highly illegal stuff. Anyway, he knew he’d get some warning before it happened, if it did ever happen, because the Permit Office loved to send warning notices ahead of time, which was very helpful if you needed to get rid of something they wouldn’t approve of.

But what Scar had forgotten, was that the Permit Office didn’t always do that. They were forgetful over there, workers slacking off all the time, and he’d even heard rumours that they burnt complaints so that they wouldn’t have to do the paperwork for it. Before he’d started up his magic industry, Scar had been in a similar type job, though not for the government, and he understood why they’d do it, even if he didn’t approve. Hey, maybe that’s what happened to his initial request…

Anyway, that was why, when his doorbell rang that morning, and Scar had opened it to find someone in complete Permit Office uniform, standing outside his door expectantly, he had been incredibly surprised, since he hadn’t received any information about this. He was also incredibly relieved when he realised he hadn’t been making any potions at that moment, because it would have been very clear to the Permit Worker in front of him. He was wearing a teal shirt, with a black tie and beige pants. His hair was short, and the colour reminded Scar of sand on a beach, or desert. The nametag pinned to his shirt read “Hello, my name is ___”, with the word Grain scrawled in the empty space.

“Good morning, officer Grain! How can I be of assistance?” Scar asked cheerfully, leaning in the doorframe, effectively blocking the Permit Workers view of his home. The man scowled in response, black eyes narrowing as he glared bitterly at Scar. “My name,” he began, looking offended at the mere prospect of someone getting it wrong, “Is Grian. And I’m a Permit Manager, not an officer.”

Oops. That was his dyslexia's fault. Still, not exactly super polite, in Scar’s opinion. He could’ve been a bit nicer about it. Scar felt a hint of sarcasm make its way into his words as he answered the manager known as Grian. “My sincerest apologies, manager Grian. How can I be of assistance?” Grian raised an eyebrow, as if it was obvious what he was here for, and Scar was the rude one. “You are Scar Goodtimes, yes?”

Scar nodded, tilting his head a little to one side. “That’s me.” He agreed. “What about it?” Grian made a notation on his checklist, before responding. “Then you should be informed of the observation I have to make of your house and permits today.” He hummed, smiling a little. “Shall we begin?”

His heart dropped. Scar’s own smile faltered for a fraction of a second, though he regained his bearings almost immediately. “W-why yes of course, Grian! Just give me a moment, it’s really quite a mess in here… I didn’t actually get any sort of warning about this you see…” And hurriedly shut the door in the manager's face. He shakily sat down on the other side, taking a deep breath in, and out. He could do this. He hadn’t been expecting this, sure, hadn’t known about it, but that was fine.

After all, if he knew anything from the times his friends had been surveyed about their homes and jobs, the person being sent didn’t actually know what their job was. Also, they had very strict work hours, so if Scar managed to use up all of Grian’s time without needing to show him the non-existent permit, he could get away scott free.

Yep. This was possible. Grinning from ear to ear, Scar spoke in his most convincing, salesman type voice as he opened the door again, staring right back at the suspicious manager. “Why don’t you come in?” He offered, eyes sparkling. Grian grumbled a ‘let’s get this over with’ and stepped inside.

Scar was ready for anything the permit office could throw at him. As the door clicked shut, he felt confident he had the upper hand here. It was his own home. His own ground. He was totally ready. The manager would be none the wiser, because he was one hundred percent trustworthy.

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Grian wasn’t sure what Scar’s deal was, but whatever it was, he didn’t trust it in the slightest.

First of all, he seemed to have no idea about the inspection that was schedueled today despite the weeks notice. That was already very strange. The Permit Office (almost) always made sure people were well notified ahead of time. He must have just not been paying attention. Secondly, he kept switching between being charismatic and nervous. He was probably hiding his terror, deep down. And thirdly, he’d gotten Grian’s name and job title wrong! He had to have done it in order to annoy Grian. He must dislike the Permit Office. Therefore, there had to be something off about one of his permits. Maybe he didn’t even have one.

That was an appalling prospect. Imagine not having a permit. Grian had no idea what the world would look like where people didn’t use permits for everything and didn’t follow the rules. It would definitely lead to total destruction and anarchy. No doubt about it.

If only he had access to his documents. Then he’d at least know if this so-called “wizard” was telling the truth. Now, Grian was just in for an hour of awkward chatter as Scar led him around his apartment, showing him all his magic supplies. At least he got to make notes about how things looked. The safety measures, and what rules he crossed.

The apartment in itself wasn’t too shabby. Rather spacious for one person, enough to have both a general living space as well as a separate room for his work. After a general tour, Scar sat him down in an armchair while he went to make some drinks. It was rather strange how hospitable he was being. Most people would just show their home and their permits and be done with it, not needing the full hour unless they had some sort of mansion. You’d think the man was stretching time out. Almost like Scar enjoyed talking to him.

Grian nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity of the thought. Wanting to talk to him? That certainly couldn’t be it. So then, why couldn’t he just show him his permits? Unless he had a reason to hide them, something he’d get in trouble for…

Hmmm…

Oh. Ohhh. That made much more sense. Scar must have a permit in his possession that he wasn’t using! Well, that just wouldn’t do. Once he returned, he’d immediately get down to business. And it wouldn’t be too bad if Scar immediately confessed. He’d only have to pay a small fine. No, it was if he lied about not having a permit. Then he’d be in serious trouble. For his sake, Grian hoped he wouldn’t try and be clever about things, though he knew he probably would.

Adjusting his position, Grian added his suspicions to the checklist. Everything of importance had to be written down. It was the only way things would get done. Not that he particularly cared if things got done or not, as long as they weren’t his problem.

With annoyance, Grian’s eyes landed on the shelves and shelves of potions that were literally everywhere. Hardly any of them were labelled, and none of the shelves looked properly nailed to the wall. Honestly, it felt like something would tip over any second. Ugh. Potion stains were horrible to get out, and potion effects were even harder. Grian almost pitied Scar in advance for when those fell, but he reminded himself that he was probably lying to the Permit Office, which was unacceptable behaviour.

Scar, from Grian’s observations, seemed to be a reasonably pleasant chap, at least to look at, besides his problems with the government. Green eyes, brown hair, a sane sense for fashion. Really, the only off-putting thing about him (personality not included) were the scars that covered his arms and face. A fitting name for the man, he supposed, if a bit of a cruel joke.

In a few minutes, Scar returned, bringing two cups of tea with him. He set them both down on the small coffee table in front of Grian, before sitting down in the armchair opposite him. Clasping his hands together, he smiled warmly at Grian. Grian scoffed internally. Who did this man think he was, to try and get away from using a Permit he requested without consequences? He cleared his throat. “So, Mister Goodtimes-“ he started, trying to hurry this up, but was rudely interrupted.

“Oh, you can just call me Scar!” Scar told him pleasantly, much to Grian’s annoyance. He rolled his eyes and continued. “Alright, Scar, could you please bring me your permits for inspection?” 

Grian watched with an odd sense of satisfaction when Scar’s face paled, and his chatter faltered. He noticed how quickly he regained his confidence, even though it was probably false confidence, same as earlier, when Grian had initially arrived. What an interesting individual, who had just opened his mouth, presumably to speak lies.

“Right, of course! Just- erm, give me a moment while I search for them?” Scar spoke with a nervous tick, a tug at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t usually keep them out on display, so they could be anywhere…”

What an original excuse, the ‘I can’t find them’. Grian had had that trick pulled on him many a time. He figured he’d play along with him a little, give him some false hope. If this took up enough of his time, he wouldn’t have to do the paperwork he knew was waiting for him once he returned to the office. The best way to procrastinate was having a reason for it, after all.

Smoothly, he responded. “But of course, Scar. We have all the time in the world.” He smiled, but it wasn’t his genuine smile. It was the one he used specifically to make people uncomfortable. Look, being a Permit Worker was boring, okay? He had to find some way to entertain himself while doing his job. Scar nodded, turning his back on him quickly as he stood up yet again, going into a different room. Grian could hear the sound of a chest being opened, and someone rummaging through it. All for show, of course, but he noted that it was a better show than most.

Grian sipped his tea as he waited. Scar’s voice was heard from the other room every now and again, apologising for the inconvenience and offering to get Grian something from his kitchen, which he politely declined. Eventually, after checking his watch, he decided he’d had enough. 

Time to get this over with.

“You know, I don’t actually have all day,” he called, and heard a loud thud followed by a muttered curse, as Scar presumably hit his head on something, probably having tried to turn in Grian’s direction. “If you could perchance come back to the living room?” A few grumbles, and Scar emerged again, looking sheepish. “Why of course, of course! What would you like to discuss?” He asked, sinking gratefully back into his seat.

He cleared his throat. “Well, you see, Scar, and I might be wrong here,” Grian carefully got up, walking over to stand on the far side of the room, where the higher up potions stood, on higher up shelves. “I think that you may be lying to the Permit Office about owning a permit.” Seeing Scar stiffen only confirmed his suspicions. He was certain about what this man had done wrong.

Taking a glance at the time on his watch, he determined he probably had more than enough time to get his point across. “Now, the Permit Office isn’t generally fond of these types of things. And, rule breakers generally ought to be punished, ey?” Grian watched as Scar fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt, the anxiety pooling in his light green eyes. Unlike Grian’s, with eyes the colour of black ink, where emotion could hide.

“So, I feel the best way to go about this is if you, without fuss, hand over your unused permit, pay a small fine, and we can all be on our way. Sounds good?” His emotions could be a bit on the impatient side, and he found that he had in fact lost most of the patience he had.

Scar started nodding, to Grian’s relief, before a frown appeared on his face. “Wait, but I don’t have an unused permi-“

“Quiet!” Grian hissed, slamming his hand against the wall as a way to get Scar to stop talking, stop lying. He didn’t have time to deal with it. He also didn’t have time to notice how a potion shelf, the one above him and just a little to the left to be exact (and he liked to be) tilted in his direction when he did this. If he had, this might not have happened. Scar wasn’t paying attention to it either, feeling generally hurt that Grian had gotten it wrong, too annoyed to see how he could’ve gotten out of the situation with ease. “Look, don’t bother lying. It’s rather obvious that you’re purposefully stretching out time to avoid showing me your permits.”

“Well… Yes, but-“

“And the evidence is clear that, besides your rather successful magic industry, you have an extra permit that you’d been planning on setting up, but never had time to use.” The sound of glass sliding against wood was a sound too quiet for either person to pick up, as a potion slowly slipped towards the edge. Grian was staring Scar down, unblinking, as he glared defiantly back. If he was going to fail for honour, he was going to fail for the right honour, gosh darn it!

“Well, kind of, but you see- “

“And therefore, it would be better for all of us if you just hand over your permit, so it can go back in the system, and you’ll get only a slap on the wrist. Sounds fair?” Grian tilted his head, not understanding why Scar was so against this. It wasn’t like he was even going to get in a lot of trouble for this. What on earth could possibly be the matter, he couldn’t tell, which was annoying, since he’d spent a lot of time learning to read people and their intentions, which had saved him from a lot of problems in the long run.

“Would you just listen!?” Scar exclaimed, standing up in such a rush that his feet hit the floor with a very loud thud. And then three things happened in very fast succession, and it’s  very important we know all of them slowly, otherwise things would be incredibly confusing.

First, Grian backed against the wall, hitting it, and held his arms up, looking like he was about to say something about not being allowed to threaten or interrupt workers of the Permit Office whilst doing their job. There was probably a form about it somewhere, which Grian probably knew by heart.

Second, the potion closest to the edge, the one that had started to slide, fell. Scar noticed it then, but not Grian. He made a move towards him, in panic, like he wanted to push Grian out of the way. He didn’t know what exactly the potion was off the top of his head, but it might’ve been something dangerous. And anyway, glass smashing against your head still hurts like hell. But he was too late.

Third, the potion hit Grian, and there was a loud crash followed by a bang and a flash. Scar threw his hands over his ears at the noise, and squeezed his eyes shut. Usually, if a potion fell while he was working on one, he had earplugs in, so the sound was never so bad. He also always had potion proof clothing, which the Permit Office did not, except on special occasions.

After a few moments, Scar looked up, praying that he hadn’t injured, or worse, killed, someone. A Permit Office Manager no less. They’d have his head if they caught wind of that. But he didn’t look dead. In fact, he didn’t look like anything at all, since Scar couldn’t actually see Grian, and for a split second hoped that maybe it had been an invisibility potion, and that was it. Yet no curses came from what seemed to be empty air, no complaints or angry remarks. He looked down at the mess below, the shattered glass and the colourful liquid that was staining the carpet, and his eyes landed on something small.

Oh.

So it was that kind of potion.

Shoot.

. . .

Grian woke up with a horrible throbbing pain in the side of his head. It was not a great way to wake up, and he was missing a pillow and his bed felt strange. Muttering something incomprehensible, he tried turning over to get into a more comfortable position. Why it felt so much like everyday cloth instead of bedsheets, he couldn’t say.

As he lay there, calmly waiting for his alarm to go off as it always did, and relishing in the feeling of extra sleep, his brain slowly recapped what had happened yesterday. A boring day at the office to begin with, then he’d been assigned to go to some guy, Scar Goodtimes, and review his house and permits.

Then what?

His memory was blurry, of the end of the visit, and he could not for the life of him remember what he did next. Frowning in his sleep, or in his half-asleep state, it didn’t matter which it was,  Grian slowly turned over each and every encounter he’d had for breakfast that morning, to how he’d walked to the apartment, not knowing it was a good hours walk, despite what his phone had said, to shouting at Scar about his permits (which was allowed under special circumstances, check form MOTL6511 in the Permit Office rule book), to… to… something hitting his head. And he remembered a strange feeling, and a loud noise, and a bright light. Like a potion effect.

With a sudden sense of foreboding, Grian opened his eyes, sitting bolt upright on whatever he was lying on. His surroundings hit him like a train. He knew immediately that he’d been right about a potion, and he knew exactly what potion had fell on him.

He was lying, on a piece of cloth, on a desk, in a room that was a million times too large for him. From what he could see, the room was Scar’s office, which meant the man hadn’t had the intelligence to bring him to a hospital to get him treated for this. He probably didn’t want to get in trouble. Grian could understand that, but he didn’t have to like it. Hopefully he could bargain with Scar once he turned up.

It was honestly overwhelming, being this small. Everything looked so much more dangerous, and he felt so out of place. He’d managed to mistake a piece of cloth for his bed, albeit with some suspicions. Standing up shakily, he put a hand to his head, feeling bandages. He vaguely noted how textures also felt different to him, yet he could still tell what it was. On a scientific level, that was interesting, since his senses had adjusted to his size somehow, and at the moment, he could only think on scientific levels, because if he thought on personal levels relevant to him, Grian was afraid he’d start screaming.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance, loud for Grian, and far away for him too. He could also hear them coming closer by the second, accompanied by Scar’s voice, who seemed to be singing, but what exactly it was he was singing, Grian couldn’t say. Luckily, that gave him plenty of warning. Enough warning to, in a moment of panic, bolt to the nearest hiding place. In this case, that was behind a plant pot. Grian ducked out of sight just in time, as he heard the creak of the door opening ever so clearly.

“-She seems to have an invisible tou-ch! She takes- Wait, um…” The footsteps paused, and Scar’s voice faltered. “Where on earth…” He heard Scar mutter to himself. “Grian? Are you here?” He called, and Grian, though he didn’t look, could feel Scar’s presence at the desk. Even if he couldn’t, he’d have known he was there.

Grian winced. The volume was way too loud for his now incredibly sensitive ears. He curled up on himself, praying Scar wouldn’t find him, or that he’d at least shut up. Scar did not find him, not immediately anyway, and Grian was getting the feeling that he wasn’t very observant. But he didn’t shut up, instead choosing to pace about the room, talking half to Grian and half to himself, since he didn’t seem entirely certain if Grian was actually there or not.

“You aren’t actually gone, right? There’s no way you could’ve disappeared from there in such little time… unless… but that’s probably not the case…” He spoke in a slightly mumbled tone, but the worry Grian could hear in it was surprising. Maybe since he was injured. He almost felt bad, but the terror and his initial reaction of annoyance to the man back when he was his normal height stopped him from feeling guilty enough to let himself be seen.

Scar sighed. “I guess you must be freaking out right now. I mean, I would too, if I was in your situation. But I really do need to talk to you.” Grian raised an eyebrow, though he knew it was pointless and that it didn’t matter, since literally no one could see him. It was for the principle, or something. He kept listening.

“Look, uh, see, the problem at hand, is that I’m not sure about turning you back to normal.”

That certainly got Grian’s attention. An “excuse me!?” Escaped his mouth before he could stop it, the sheer horror and offence that that sentence had dealt him resulted in himself accidentally giving away his hiding place. Grian curled up on himself, stiff and suddenly as quiet as a mouse. He heard Scar turn his direction, slowly making his way closer and closer to him, like he was afraid Grian would bolt at any sign of sudden movement. To be fair, Grian wasn’t sure he wouldn’t.

Scar’s voice rang out from above again. He sputtered indignantly. “W-well, not exactly! More like a- a- well, um, why don’t you come out so we can discuss it?” When he received no response from Grian, he added hopefully: “I’ll stay on the other side of the room?”

With reluctance, Grian nodded. Then he remembered Scar couldn’t see him, and grumbled (for he wasn’t sure if he spoke in his normal voice it wouldn’t falter) yes. Once he was positive that Grian was in fact on the other side of the room from Scar, not within reachable distance of Scar’s hands, and definitely not within killable distance of Scar’s anything, Grian got up shakily. He hesitantly stepped out into the open, his heart racing, hands clammy, feeling ever so slightly sick to his stomach.

It was even more terrifying now that he could actually view just how big Scar was compared to him. He’d made some rough calculation when he’d first woken up, which was why he’d avoided Scar to begin with, but now, looking up at him, Grian could see that no calculation would ever have prepared him for this. A dizziness overtook him for a moment, and Grian swayed, just a little bit, where he stood. Scar, standing too far away to see him properly, didn’t notice. If Scar standing so far away already gave him this sort of feeling, Grian couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would feel when he came across his coworkers in this state, or his friends. He also didn’t trust that Scar wouldn’t just walk over here, not caring if Grian had or hadn’t given his consent.

He had every right not to trust the man.

To the untrained eye, one would say he looked at ease with the situation, like he’d experienced similar ones on the job before. A trained eye would point out how he wasn’t looking directly at Scar, how his nails were digging into the palms of his hands, and he stood like he was made of stone. The only eyes upon him though, were the ones of Scar, and they, again, couldn’t tell. Taking a deep breath in, Grian started talking with relative calmness, a sharp difference compared to how he actually felt. Years of practicing his voice, since a lot of the time he spent talking over speaker when speaking to people who wanted an argument with the Permit Office. Those people were always Dealt With.

“Mister Scar Goodtimes, are you aware of the problems you have brought upon yourself?” He asked. Grian always tried to bring himself to a sense of authority, it was a habit he had a hard time breaking. Even in a situation like this, he still searched for any bit of leverage he could use to hold over the person he was speaking to. Scar responded with hesitance. “I think so, yes. That would be accidentally harming a Permit Manager and accidentally using a potion effect against them?”

Grian was about to agree, but remembered to add the rest. “And also lying about your permits to the Permit Office.” Scar nodded, looking a little guilty as he did so. “Erm, yes. About what my job is.” Frowning, Grian looked right up at the towering figure, immediately regretting it as he was washed over with another wave of nausea. He found he was also unable to look away. “No, it- it was about an unused permit, wasn’t-“

A thought struck him. You could see the realisation sneakily creep its way onto Grian’s face as he stared up in complete shock and, if he was being with himself, also with some form of respect for what had to be an absolute madman. “You… you’re not telling me…” He began, trying to doubt what he had just deduced. The madman in question averted his eyes, looking horribly embarrassed.

“I converted my whole apartment, I run a successful business, and I don’t even have the permit for it.” Scar confirmed.

Wow.

Grian nearly facepalmed at the sheer stupidity of that. But he didn’t, because his fear overtook his want to scoff at idiocy in its finest form, which was apparently this man. “Right, so that adds gaslighting to the table”, he muttered, and much to his surprise, because he’d been completely genuine about that, Scar laughed. “Right, right, obviously.” And then his face turned serious, and Grian felt a horrible sense of nervousness and dread. “See, I don’t actually want these charges to be put on me…”

Scar kept talking, saying things like “just until I know it’s safe”, “I’m truly really sorry about this but”, and “I promise this situation won’t be bad for you”. He sounded rather horrified at the words coming out of his mouth, and on some level, Grian understood. Scar had just been doing, and was doing, what he needed to to survive. During his time at the Permit Office, there had been plenty of moments as he sent people off to goodness knows where, questioning his own morals and sanity as he did so. But the answer had sadly always been obvious. His life or theirs, in some shape or form.

It was also the moment that, deep down, Grian realised he was going to be like this for some time. That he wasn’t going to see his friends or family for a while. It didn’t actually register, because his brain didn’t want it to register, until much, much, later.

. . .

Scar thought that conversation had gone rather well. Sure, the contents of the conversation weren’t pleasant, but at least Grian hadn’t started screaming, or tried to jump off the table, or threaten him or something.

Look, he’d had a lot of worries about what could’ve gone wrong, okay? But instead, the Permit Manager Grian had been very complacent. Almost too complacent. It was kind of unnerving. It might’ve been a Permit Office thing, but he had a suspicion it was how the poor guy dealt with it.

It was technically keeping someone else imprisoned. He’d basically kidnapped someone. That was not a fun thought to think, but Scar was doing it for himself. He’d heard horror stories about people getting into trouble with the Permit Office, never to return. Or worse, return with a personality that wasn’t theirs. Scar didn’t want that happening to him, obviously.

Even if that meant hiding a tiny Permit Worker for long enough to convince him not to report him to the authorities. It sounded like it could work in theory? Probably? But Scar didn’t have time to test it, he’d been thrown straight into field work.

Grian had been left alone on the desk. Scar had promised to come back with food, but he wasn’t sure Grian would let him anywhere near him. Understandable, yes, because he had every right not to trust him, but they were going to have to make an agreement about it sometime soon. After all, they were living together now

Speaking of which, what did Grian eat? Did he have allergies? Medical issues? Scar was ashamed he hadn’t thought about it sooner, he had this problem all the time when he went to visit people. They never asked, and then never had the potions he used to be able to stand without pain. Then he’d either need a cane or a chair, or he’d have to dig into his emergency supply. Scar made a mental note to ask Grian the next time he saw him. Hopefully that would also prove that he cared. Hopefully.

Cutting up carrots, because you could never go wrong there, Scar pondered how tiny portions would look. He’d seen some videos with them online, but those were more for look and style than taste and texture. And he wasn’t even a professional chef. Sure, he could bake real well, and sometimes sold pastries at the market (which didn’t need a permit, all of the stalls fell under the market permit which belonged to the person hosting the market, just to be completely clear) but he wasn’t sure he could bake that delicately. He’d have to follow some tutorials, probably.

Either way, Scar was determined to make this situation the best it could be, despite the circumstances. He’d get Grian to trust him. And he’d start small. 

With carrots.

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AU Masterpost

This doesn’t have links to all my stories, that would take forever, but here’s a rundown of all my aus and what you can find with each!

(i ran out of room in the pinned post for tags to keep track of my aus)

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Any vore-centric aus will have “^^” while any aus that have vore but can be understood with the vore content blocked will be “^”. Reminder: if you have “#tw vore” blocked you can avoid those specific posts entirely!

If you wanna see my longer stories specifically, they’re under the tag “#cynwrites” my art is under “#cyn art” and my oneshots are under “#cyn oneshot”

i’ve tagged as many of these aus as i can in this post so you can get to them right from here, though i ran out of room for the bottom four so you’ll just have to type those out.

all of these aus are always open for asks and suggestions! even the ones that haven’t been updated in years. if any of these aus interest you, please send asks!!

also i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again: i write for characters. only characters. i don’t like/have never watched non-dsmp content of half of the people i write about, but their characters hold a special place in my heart so im stealing them for my own uses. their creators didn’t deserve them anyway (dteam and william gold this means you).

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The Big Ones:

#cynborrowerau^

* First au i made on this account! It’s a bit hard to describe cause of the sheer amount of characters and lack of solid plot, but it’s your run of the mill humans and borrowers/tiny hybrids.

#moth!tommy au

* During the Big Innit Hotel debacle, Tommy is turned into a small moth hybrid by Jack. Good news: Tubbo found him! Bad news: the whole server thinks Tommy is missing and he can’t get Tubbo to recognize him.

#sizeshifter!tommy au^^

* Tommy is a size shifting humanoid creature trying to pass as a normal human in a normal world. Thank god his family and two best friends are around to help him keep his secret.

#grow your own tiny au

* “Grow Your Own Tiny” is a weird new-fangled toy for kids similar to Sea Monkeys, where kids can plant a pod and end up with a tiny living doll. Phil caves and buys one for Tommy, and he gets twins Techno and Wilbur. Everything is fine until the dolls go missing suddenly, but evidence of them starts turning up over a decade later…

#Giant Techno AU^^

* Techno is a wanderer who happens upon a town where tinies are treated as food and pets. He saves 3 tinies from a royal feast and finds a family. Shenanigans ensue.

#store shifter au^

* Some borrowers and humans have a gene that makes them able to change size once they experience a trauma. Sapnap, a borrower born shifter, lives in a store with his 2 fiancés and poses as a human who works there. Things get a bit more complicated when Sapnap’s boss and the store owner, Dream, turns out to be a human born shifter.

#Naga!Phil AU^

* Phil becomes a tiny naga. it’s up to his three basically incompetent sons to take care of him (this au is also being written for by @ totallynotbat)

#Eyes Off Me AU

* About one hundred of years ago, the Crafts were cursed to be immortal small antique dolls that freeze when looked at by humans. This isn’t a huge issue until their “dollhouse” gets sold to an anxious teenager and they’re left with a kid named Tubbo who had no idea his dolls were alive.

#Dad's Troubles AU^

* A young Schlatt adopts a borrower toddler named Tubbo who left behind after his colony was exterminated. Years later, Quackity becomes a co-parent. Now, Tubbo is a teenager and his dads are adults, raising their son in a world where borrowers are seen as animals.

#Trapped Wilbur AU^^

* c!Wilbur has just been revived and, unfortunately, is stuck at Ghostbur’s tiny size. Tommy decides that Wilbur is a dick and doesn’t deserve to be free around the smp until he learns to be nicer. And Tommy knows just the place to keep him.

#Flubber AU

* A re-write of the Disney movie Flubber. Quackity is a distracted and frazzled scientist, constantly stressing between his failing engagement and his university job, who only catches a break when he makes a scientific breakthrough: Slimecicle.

#creature tommy au^

* Tommy is a borrower genetically engineered to hunt other borrowers as prey, since borrowers are overpopulated. When he escapes from his lab and is taken in by Wilbur, though, he starts to learn actual morals and compassion.

#bet on the crown au^

* Tommy is the young king of a nation that was just attacked by a ruthless emperor named Dream. One day Tommy is approached by someone who offers him a magic weapon: a knife that can instantly kill what it cuts. In a world of magic where humans are the weaker minority, Tommy takes it. It’s then that Tommy meets Phil, a man cursed to be a weapon who just wants another chance to see his family.

#crimeboys runaway au^^

* Tommy is a teenager in an abusive home. He needs to get out, and he needs to run away to a place his family won’t find him. Thank god there’s a new service to help the bond between humans and giants that would be perfect for what he needs.

#Home Home au

* In a world where borrowers are treated like pets, Wilbur adopts a troubled one named Tommy. While he wanted a pet, Wil ended up with a brother. He’s come to learn Tommy was treated poorly by the world, and it’s his job to teach Tommy his worth.

#epic au

* A re-write of the 2017 movie Epic. Tommy is the prince of the forest whose father has just gone missing. In his attempt to find him, he accidentally shrinks and summons a man named Technoblade to his kingdom. Now he and his friends have to get Techno home and save King Phil from Techno’s mom.

#Hiraeth AU

* Tommy doesn’t remember his past at all. He spends most of his life alone looking for any home he may have. When he gets caught by Ranboo, he decides maybe he doesn’t have to look alone anymore.

#superhero au^

* Sapnap, George, Karl, and Dream are 4 of the top heroes of L’manburg. Quackity is one of the top villains. Dream doesn’t know. Meanwhile, Tommy’s whole family are villains, and he’s just lost his brother in a fight. Now as a vigilante, he wants to make the top villain, his dad, pay for letting it happen.

Going on Account^

* Sapnap, Dream, and George are navy men tasked to hunt down a troublesome team of pirates. When they get kicked out, they learned that some of the pirates were family they were stolen from. Now these three navymen have to learn that pirates aren’t what they were taught, and Sapnap isn’t what he was told.

The ones with only a few posts and no stories:

#tiny avian au

* Phil is a small avian who’s on the run with 3 eggs he saved from being stolen by humans. He thinks he finds a safe place to keep them, only to figure out too late that he kept the eggs in a human house under construction and now the homeowners have his kids…

#Deep Sea Mer AU

* Tommy was lost at sea as a kid on a boating trip with his scientist family. After years of searching and mourning Phil, Techno, and Wilbur give up. Until one day in their studies of deep sea fish, they discover not only mermaids that live below the depths, but that their little brother has been taken in as one of their own.

#Lab Twins AU^^

* Techno and Wilbur were made in a lab to be inseparable: literally. If they stop physical contact with the other, they can’t breathe. Oh, and they have to co-share height, so keeping two separate lives while being forcibly stuck together gets more difficult when they enter high school.

#unnamed swamp au^^

* Boomer is a frog hybrid and Hannah and Purpled are insect hybrids. In a world where hybrids are almost extinct, the three of them are taken to a hybrid sanctuary by Sam and Ponk to keep them safe.

#giant!fire au

* Sapnap is a giant fire demon and Karl and Quackity are two very fearless villagers who happen to run into him

#witches and gems au

* Ranboo is a very lonely teenage witch. Thank god someone dropped off a few gems pieces that he could enchant into a pocket sized best friend!

#Shark Tale AU^

* AU of the movie Shark Tale. Ranboo is the little brother of the head of the shark mafia. Tommy is a poor merman with a need to be loved. Tommy pretends to kill Ranboo and the two end up becoming unlikely friends.

#tombelina au

* Thumbelina au. Tommyinnit is just a kid who grew out of a flower and is living with his human family. Until he gets kidnapped. Now he’s lost in the woods and it’s up to a weasel and a bee, Ranboo and Tubbo, to help him get home while his family goes out to look for him.

#Vampire Culture AU

* Quackity was born a vampire. Vampire hunter Sapnap has been a vampire for a few months, and his vampire historian fiancé Karl is a human who just wants to help. Quackity takes them in to try and help after the hunters leave them to die, but what they don’t know is that Quackity is the leader of Las Nevadas, one of the biggest and most dangerous vampire covens.

#Infested AU

* In a world where giant bugs coming out of the woods to kill you is normal, humans have learned to deal with it. Tommy is one of these humans. Well, at least he thought he was. Until he starts to get psychic messages from the insect hive mind and learns that it’s not just the giant bugs humans need to be fearing, it’s the Parasites: giant bugs that can perfectly disguise themselves as humans…

#fairy au

* (will think of a better name later) Tubbo is the son of the dictator like mayor of Manburg. Tommy is the little brother of one of the most powerful fairies in his forest. Tommy runs away right into Tubbo’s political schemes and the two make fast friends.

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Master List

A bit late on this, but here's more or less everything I've posted on here thus far

G/T Stories (sfw):

Just an Accident

I'm always watching you (Pt. 1)

Jarred (Pt. 1, Pt. 2)

Pinned Down

Sweet Nothings

A Drunken Giant (Pt. 1)

Just a Taste (Pt. 1)

Tipped Off

Not a Mouse (Pt. 1)

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G/T Prompts/Thoughts:

G/T Thoughts

A Teasing Giant

Hallucination

Pinning Board

Stuck Tiny

G/T Fear Play

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Asks/Answers:

Master List/AO3 Account

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G/T Stories (nsfw):

A Helping Hand

Filled to the Brim

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Other:

Whoops

G/T Fearplay be hittin' different

Me being me

(Good idea @therealavs XD)

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A Reader's Guide to the Multiverse

Hello! Welcome to my sandbox!

Artwork by the lovely @abookishweasel

Though I still write long-form stories collaboratively with friends, my own writing has become more short-form and sporadic. This can make things a bit confusing for the blog, since there isn't an easy way to organize everything. That's what I use Ao3 for (user The_Raconteur_24601). And even there, it can be a bit complicated.

Under the cut is a guide to the stories you'll find featured on this blog; my attempt at organizing them here, and links to their counterparts on Ao3. My asks are always open for any questions this post doesn't answer! [EDIT: anon has been turned off for now]

Borrowed Time (and Space)

A Doctor Who/The Borrowers Crossover

Ao3 Series | Meet the OCs

Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, The Borrowers belongs to Mary Norton, and Zepheera and other borrower OCs belong to me.

It's the name of the blog, the OG, the one that started it all. The primary premise for this series is: The Doctor (usually Ten) takes on a four and a half inch tall borrower named Zepheera as a companion. It's all a bit wibbly-wobbly, but let me set things straight.

Common tags for the stories (and various posts) are #doctor who gt or #doctor who g/t (which stands for giant/tiny and indicates the involvement of drastic size difference, for the uninitiated) and #BTaS AU

Episode 1 | Minisode | Episode 2 | Episode 3

Originally there were ambitions to try and make the series episodic, like your typical season of Doctor Who but with a borrower tossed in. As such, the first three stories in the series are titled as 'Episodes'. These were among the first long-form stories I'd ever written and posted, so they predate the blog. That, and my writing style and ideas for the canon of the series have changed drastically since then. See this post for more details on that, and this one if you're not worried about spoilers.

The tl;dr of it is: These Episodes are the basis for the AU, but I don't consider them canon enough to impact any other stories in a meaningful way unless I say so.

Zepheera's Origins - In which I started cracking down on my borrower companion's characterization and backstory, compiling a number of prompts set during the time before she met the Doctor.

Zepheera-Visions - These were a fun writing exercise for me during this blog's early years! I would come up with shorts based on Doctor Who gifs that feature some low or high angle shot, imagining Zepheera as the point of perspective in them. If I were at all good at making gifs myself, I might have kept it up. A lot of the AU that ultimately came about branched off from these gimmicks, and still feature them in their stories. Here, they can be viewed under the #Zepheera-Vision tag.

Tales from the Vortex - A compilation of various prompts and shorts that take places in the BTaS-Verse, but don't have any major stories attached to them. These span different Doctors other than Ten, and feature a few other companions in some of them. Sometimes, enough stories accumulate with a similar theme to expand into their own AU, which leads me to...

Borrowed Time and Space AU

The Donna Trilogy - This was originally called the Donna AU, and the original shorts were tagged with #DonnaAU or #Donna AU. Nowadays, I've started to give AU their own titles and tagging them on blog posts. And recent events in Doctor Who have inspired this to span more than one story, making this the first multipart BTaS AU!

Part 1 - A Patient, and Time. [tag] [Ao3] Part 2 - If I Could Turn Back Time [tag] [Ao3] Part 3 - TBD...

To The Nines - One of the first AU created in which Zepheera is companion to a Doctor other than Ten! Despite titling the story later on, I must have had the idea for it earlier because a lot of the early shorts are tagged #To the Nines AU. Other tags include #nine AU and #To the Nines.

Time After Time - This AU, while it is NOT a sequel to any existing story, assumes that Zepheera and the Tenth Doctor went on their adventures in the past, and got separated at some point. Then Zepheera manages to find the Twelfth Doctor while he's at St. Luke's and meets Bill Potts. This was one AU that developed slowly over time once I realized I could get a story arc out of it, so a good chunk of the shorts are in the tag #Time After Time.

Borrowed Magic - co-written with @neonthewrite Ao3 | DA

The first BTaS crossover ever posted! The wonderful neon lent me her boi Bowman from her story "Bowman of Wellwood" ( Paperback EBook Amazon ) to join my little TARDIS crew.

Lost in Flight - The inaugural story to introduce a tiny winged guy raised in the woods to all of time and space. It's so far the only complete story we've written, but we're absolutely open to prompts and suggestions for shenanigans for the crew to get into!

Through the Cracks of Time and Space - co-written with @t3a-tan Ao3

Ao3 | Tumblr Masterlist - The Doctor and Zepheera take a dip into tea's rich world, meeting goodest boi Oliver and roping him into their odd investigation. Will they all make new friends? An enemy or two?

Brothers Apart AU - co-written with @nightmares06 Ao3 | DA

A SuperLock/Borrowers Crossover

Brothers Apart Ao3 | Meet the OCs

Supernatural belongs to the CW, Sherlock to the BBC, Brothers Apart to nighmares06, and listed OCs to me.

Brothers Apart is a borrower AU of Supernatural written by the inimitable nightmares06. We have collaborated on a few of the various AU based on that story, in which I bring the BBC Sherlock angle.

I don't post nearly as much here about BAU (Brothers Apart AU) since most questions about it are fielded at the dedicated blog @brothersapart; most of what can be found here are miscellaneous prompts and character tidbits. Brothers Apart AU posts made here get filed under #BAU.

More AU exist than listed below, and will be added as they're posted.

Brothers Consulted - Cursed Winchesters end up in London and join forces with the Baker Street crew to solve mysteries, as they do. #Brothers Consulted

Brothers Chosen - Canon Winchesters find a borrower during a hunt and have to figure out what to do with him.

A Tale of Two Sizes - Part of an unannounced BAU, featuring Stan and his family in a universe where Stan is a size-shifter. Finally compiled these into one collection. #size shifter Stan

Tales from the Multiverse - A recently renamed compilation of prompts that don't (or don't yet) have their own story, that have nothing to do with BTaS and/or have to do with my cowritten works.

Miscellaneous

The Brave Little Baker - In which I toss Stan and Nate into a fantasy world of giants and giant slayers! Also based on a series of prompts, revised and compiled into their own story once I had enough of them.

GT July

These prompt challenges have done wonders to keep me writing and inspired!

2022 Masterpost | 2023 Masterpost

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Masterpost

Aka where you can find links to my writing, art, and other assorted gt content! Post will be updated as I add new things.

Longer Works

Big Bend

Summary: A park ranger from another planet gets a job working on Earth, with one not so small issue that sets him apart from his human coworkers - He's 218' tall. Matters get more complicated when he finds himself falling for a human girl.

Content warnings: language, fearplay, angst, vore mentions, mentions/descriptions of past abuse (individual chapters on here contain chapter specific cw at top as well)

A/N: I originally started writing this story back in 2021. After a long hiatus and losing large portions of the original plot outline/story I decided to rewrite it as of the summer of 2024. If you'd like to read the 20 odd chapters of the first version, links to them are here and they're still up on my wattpad as well. Everything else below pertains to the new version.

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Main Series - updates weekly on Fridays!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

One shots

Roadtrips, portals, and other things (like being 3 inches tall) - one shot based on a dream I had, 2 friends find out their other friend is magical and from another realm. And also a black market antique dealer?

Cw: n/a

Caught - first meeting one shot where a fairy meets (and is caught) by a human while looking for supplies

Cw: light fearplay, fairy caught by human (isn't harmed)

Criminal Minds g/t one shot - some of the bau is mysteriously shrunk when trying to find a kidnapping victim idek

Cw: languages, references to Canon typical violence

One off finished/rendered art pieces

Roadtrips, portals, and other things (like being 3 inches tall) illustration

Cw: n/a

When your fairy girlfriend comes to visit you from the woods

Cw: n/a

[belethlegwen]

MASTERLIST POST

[HEADER CREDIT TO: @chamomile-g-tea <3]

My name is Belle, I'm a Giantess-leaning G/t fan who writes G/t fiction and enjoys art, writings and getting to chat with people about G/t and other nerdy things. Most of my writing gets posted to AO3, but there will be scattered shorts and writings posted here among the usual mess of my personal blogging and reblogging.

LINK TO MY KO-FI: HERE

If you like what I do and want to toss some support my way, it's extremely appreciated!

WRITING:

The Stranding:

My largest work to date, it is active and currently still being updated.

Almost two years after a man named Henry suffers a shipwreck and is rescued by a woman named Melanie, the two left on a journey to try and return him home, only to suffer a shipwreck of their own. The good news? They made it; Henry is home and is among his own people again. The bad news? To him, and everyone else in his homeland, Melanie is over fifty feet tall.

An out-of-time, out-of-place situation, Melanie has to navigate being integrated into a small military force for a nation that seems to be in a tense, fracturing peace with it's nearest neighbour, and also just navigate a world that has never had to deal with anyone or anything like her before.

[I personally recommend reading until at least Chapter 12 - Nightmares before starting on The Rescue]

The Rescue:

The prequel-piece to The Stranding, and also currently still active and being updated.

Melanie travels to the beach after a storm, as she often does to find driftwood and debris that can be used for crafts to keep herself busy in her lonely life, and sees a ship in distress just off of the shore. Unable to believe what's happening, she is able to rescue a sailor from the nearly-doomed vessel and take him under her care.

She helps him adjust to life in her land, which is vastly different-- almost like a different time entirely-- from his own. The biggest obstacle in doing so, however, is that the man isn't even eight inches tall.

[I personally recommend reading The Stranding up until Chapter 12 - Nightmares before beginning this work, but I am also not your real Dad and can not control you.]

The Faerie Spell:

[Can also be found here on Tumblr with the help of this Chapter Directory]

A first-person-perspective written work following Daphne as she attempts to navigate a strange and upsetting curse where a Faerie has stolen parts of her essence so that the Fae can, whenever the mood seemingly strikes them, steal Daphne's height and attain a more human-like appearance to hide that they are a Faerie. While the spell is active, however, Daphne because 5.5 inches tall (give or take a few millimeters).

Can she, or her friends, really navigate this new part of her life and all the difficulties it brings? Or is this spell about to change everything to do with her life?

The Scars We Leave Behind: [written by @adjacentperception and myself]

What's left of a hero when everything is taken from him? What's left of a villain with no identity?

What's left of a man who has no choice but to save the symbol of a system he's fighting against?

Within a city constantly besieged by a super-power fueled war between Good vs Evil, a hero is captured by a powerful villain and their secret organization and forced to play part in a twisting and enigmatic plan; to tear down the systems in place that keep the League of Heroes in an ultimate seat of power to rival the government itself. But… is the system as good as it projects itself to be? Are the villains and their henchmen really as evil as the media says? Is it truly as simple as tearing it down, or does that simply open up space for a new, worse system to enter?

Is the harm we do when we believe we're helping mitigated merely by our wishes to be better? To create something more? To fix what we believe is broken?

Do we hold blame for creating the evil we think we're fighting against, regardless of our intentions?

This work features descriptions of violence, abuse, neglect, and uses adult language, as well as mentions of nudity and sexual topics.

ADDITIONAL LINKS:

ABOUT RECURSIVE FICS: Here

SHORTS AND BONUS SCENE Masterlist

FANART AND COMMISSIONS MasterPost

THE STRANDING CHARACTER DESCRIPTION/REFERENCE POST

THE STRANDING CHARACTER OUTFIT REFERENCE POST

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

[yummynomms]

was just practicing with a bunch of different drawing tools in medibang- nothing special, just a standard mawshot- maybe she is nervous about eating her prey or somefin~ idk