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TOMORROW MARKES THE DAY I CRAWLED OUT OF THE CRACK IN THE EARTH

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The Hunt pt 1

G/T(Giant/Tiny) STORY

TWs(tell me if I missed anything please!!): fear play, fear of death (no one dies), fear of being eaten (no vore!!), panic, Jayden not knowing how to deal with emotions, THE GAYS

FINALLY ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING WITH THESE 2😱😱😱

this is actually a rewrite / new au of an old one shot I have up on the w app link here

Gliding through the kelp forest, Milo smiled and hummed a melody he’d heard years ago. He’d been collecting sea shells from the bottom of the kelp forest for hours at this point, not realizing how dark it had slowly gotten as the kelp blocked out most light anyways. He only realized his mistake once he was barely able to make out the shape of his hand in front of him. The small, sardine sized, boy shivered. He began to spin, searching for a light source to follow back to his home. There was no such safety in sight. 

There was a flash of movement from his right, though it was gone by the time he turned. The same odd situation happened four or more times, slowly the ripples of water being moved towards him by the movement became stronger, as did his fear. Milo stopped his dizzying spins when he felt the last push of movement, whatever was in this forest with his was big and it had gotten close enough he doubted it would wait more than a few seconds more to strike. He was being hunted. Without a glance behind him, he darted forwards. The dark green kelp’s lack of hiding spots wasn’t usually an issue for him with his dark green tail, sadly his tail was metallic. Had he been still he would've blended into the kelp, yet his was moving and had been for a while and he was sure he glittered in the water in the same way a shiny coin or a cool rock would glint and dance in his own eyes. He could feel the rush of mass moving towards him as he flicked his tail harder to move quicker, never had he felt slower than in this moment. As he swam he could feel whatever this predator was chasing no more than mere inches behind, his heart hammered in his ears as he used all his energy to move, not looking back in fear of what he would see. 

The hunt continued for what felt like hours but was likely less than 40 minutes at most. Milo was running purely on adrenaline, some how any time he thought he’d lost the creature it managed to pop up and start their game of cat and mouse all over again. He had never realized just how large the kelp forest was before now. 

Milo was slowly running out of energy, already having pushed his small body to the limits, his tail ached and his head pounded. He had no clue why he had yet to be caught, he knew whatever it was should have more energy than he ever could, and his slowing movements would’ve left him easy prey. It was playing with him. The thought of being viewed as nothing but a plaything for the amusement of a larger being made his stomach churn. Someone would loose this game, and Milo stood no chance. With the knowledge he had no way of winning this sick deadly game, he chose to end it on his own terms rather than allow himself to be used up before his death. 

As Milo slowed, bracing himself for an attack the moment he slowed, he glanced back to finally lock eyes with his pursuer. He had expected a seal or an otter of some kind, he was half right. There, wading mere human inches from him, was a giant seal-mer. The giant mer’s head was filling his entire vision, large black pupils focused firmly on his tiny form. Milo trembled and backed away from the giant face, not missing the way its giant mouth had been only an arms length from his tail. He flicked his tail weakly on instinct, only moving a pace away before bumping into a wall. His head whipped around as fast as he could manage in his weakened state, flinching when he saw it was not a wall, but rather a large, tan, fleshy hand blocking him from escaping. Milo whimpered and clamped his eyes shut as he felt himself be pushed back in front of the giant face by the hand behind him, wishing he had stayed home rather than search for pretty shells in the kelp forest that morning. “Whoa…. What.. what are you?” He felt the words more than heard them, his heart pounding like thunder in his ears. He flinched when the giant spoke, noting the deep, slightly amazed, voice so close by. “Please- i- please just make it quick…” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, his voice starting and finishing the speech before he himself could even comprehend what he said. Hopefully pleading won't make it worse…“Make what quick?” He felt a poke to his side, a flinch racking his small body. “I'm not gonna hurt cha’ if that’s what you're asking” The giant had the gall to laugh at the idea. As if he hadn’t been chasing him mere minutes ago like he was a snack he’d been craving for days. “Don’t- Don’t lie to me!” Milo surprised himself by the anger he felt in his voice, and at the outburst against a giant. His eyes snapped open as he was poked again, soon feeling the giant hand begin to close around him. “Wait! Please don’t!” He braced himself for the possibilities running through his head, being eaten alive and whole, being squeezed to death, having his limbs bit off one by one…somehow he was unable to close his eyes as the hand fully encased him, his own green eyes meeting the dark brown larger ones. He could almost see guilt swirling in those eyes, but he pushed the idea away as he heard the giant begin to speak yet again. “Woah, woah, I'm not going to do anything! I just wanna get a look at you, I've never seen another mer before. Let alone such a cute small little guy~” The mer chuckled at his own words, moving his hand, and Milo in turn, just barely away from his face. Making more of his bare chest and stomach visible from Milo’s perspective. Had he not been fearing for his life, he would have blushed. “I- I'm not small or cute. You- you’re just very large..” His words earned another chuckle from the big guy. “Sure. so, what’s your name, little thing? I'm Jayden.” The hand holding Milo was moved closer to the gian- to Jayden. Milo scrunched his eyebrows and attempted to push Jayden’s fingers off of his small body, to no effect. “I'm Milo. why do- do you care?” It came out as a sarcastic remark, but Milo’s question remained serious. “Milo, hmm?” Jayden tested the name on his tongue, ignoring the tiny boy’s struggles and questions. A wide smirk was spread across Jayden’s face, likely spanning the length of almost Milo’s entire body. Milo yelped as Jayden began to move, slowly swimming forwards with Milo still secured entirely in his hand. Luckily his hold was firm, but loose, Milo wouldn’t be hurt yet he also wouldn’t be leaving the grip any time soon.

guys it totally is fine that this is late/ not posted in mer-may cuz it’s the gays so pride month is basically gay mer-may

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I cannot stop doing this

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why are we not trapping the tinies in the shirts of men? there is far too little times when a small little guy will be, for any reason, inside a big guy's shirt. ITS A CRIME. not even in an NSFW way, i mean it could be- but still, like why is the tiny sitting on the shoulder not simply rolling off and in the haste to not fall instead moving unintentionally inside the shirt? why isn't the giant amidst the panic to stop his tiny friend's fall smooshing them into his chest? HIS ABS?? why when it's cold are we leaving them to freeze under a single hand when a built in shirt-blanket is all the better??

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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I will never forget abt the time (for like a year and a half or more) that I was writing a story, one I was extremely proud of since it had upwards of 60 pages on google docs, and I was too embarrassed to explain the story to my mother so I simply told her small plot points and gushed abt the characters.

This was not a good idea. This was a G/T (giant/tiny) story. The plot points I told my mother included:

“She was kidnapped, kinda by accident, and she’s terrified of the guy but don’t worry they end up together!” -she was a borrower who fell into his bag.

“Oh she was kidnapped again but this time away from her captor/love interest and buy another guy who holds her hostage until she explains that she actually wants to be around her og kidnapper” -another borrower thought he was saving her from the human

There were so many of these and I didn’t realize how much I fucked up till my mom asked me one day “are you writing erotica?”

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I’m not sure how to feel abt this

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...

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^^Reposting from @bosteaparty on TikTok^^

Peaceful protest in Massachusetts on Jan 29th if you can make it please come!!!

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I drew this earlier but something just feels off idk

Any tips to make him look less ‘weird’ are appreciated <3

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My thoughts exactly

I should draw! I’m probably not going to

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I’m disappointed in myself with how fast I clicked play

DELETE THIS POST

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G/T PROMPT

(This is gunna be a messy explanation but it’s stuck in my brain and I wanted to share)

Ok hear me out-

Imagine a first meaning between big and small, where big is the stereotype cruel giant/human/ect, but then they realize that they suck and they become better (yes I am aware this has been done many times IM NOT DONE YET)

Now imagine; it’s been a few weeks and big has long since let small go, but ofc small decides to stick around anyways just keep their distance from big. Now skip even further to the point it’s been months (maybe years) and they’ve become friends, now both of them aren’t happy of course about how they met, but small has kinda gotten over it… big however still hates themself for it and thinks small does to. -small is oblivious to this-

So one day randomly, big and small change sizes because angst and big-now small- takes one look at small-now big- and starts sobbing because they’re convinced small-now big- hates them and is now going to do to them what they did to them when they first met. Small-turned big- is so concerned when 1. They wake up 10x bigger than they were 2. Their previously giant friend is now tiny and 3. Their friend is literally sobbing at the sight of them

If anyone has seen this trope before PLEASE SHARE I BEG

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I’ve been feeling like writing recently, but I still have a bunch of unfinished stories 😭😭

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I don’t fully understand how that works BUT IT SOUNS FUN

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

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IM IN LOVE WITH THIS

Zac & Aodh size swap 1/?

This story was inspired by a g/t prompt by @bad-author777 , hope you guys enjoy!

“What the hell?” A booming voice from outside shouts. Wait, where was he? This wasn’t where Zac went to sleep in… and these definitely weren’t his clothes. He got up and looked around. It appeared to be a borrower burrow as it was exactly how Aodh, his borrower buddy, had described it. He hurriedly walked around untill he found a tunnel entrance that lead to a shelf, his shelf to be specific.

“Zack?! Where are you?!” Aodh called out.

“Uhh… A-Aodh… I’m on the shelf…” why was he answering?! Aodh had always made threats to him when he was small and harmless, but now that their positions were switched, he couldn’t tell if those threats were real or not…

“Oh hey Zac! I’ve been looking for you. Do you have any idea what happened?” 

Aodh was terrifying to Zac with his newfound size. Just hearing his voice shook Zac to the core.

“N-no…” Zac murmured, pressing himself against the wall as Nori approached.

“Hey is it aight if I ransack your kitchen? ‘M kinda hungry” he asked but Zac knew he could do whatever he wanted so he just silently nodded and slightly shrugged.

“Great! Let’s go” Aodh reached up for Zac, his new found excessively large hands barreling towards Zac at an unprecedented speed causing Zac to shout and cower in fear.

“What? Do you think I’m gonna hurt you or something?” He laughed “c’mon, what should we have for breakfast?” 

“Hopefully not me…” Zac carefully whispered. As large hands wrapped around him a bit to rough he sucked in a gasp, hoping it wouldn’t be his last. 

They arrived in the kitchen promptly, with Aodh carrying Zac in a slightly tight fist. Luckily he was put down soon enough, being placed right next to the toaster oven. 

Now’s my chance Zac thought. I just have to time this correctly. He waited for Aodh to turn his back, grabbing some cereal, before bolting to the microwave as he was pretty sure Aodh had an entrance to the walls behind it.

He was too slow though.

A large hand came crashing down before him, acting as a wall between him and freedom. 

“What are you doing?!” Zac couldn’t tell if he was worried or upset. He deemed it the latter in order to play it safe than sorry. Well he wasn’t exactly playing anything safe, as currently he was trapped by a giant he was pretty sure hated him and was going to kill him.

“Noth- I…” Zac broke down. He couldn’t handle it. He started sobbing, curling himself into a ball in a weak attempt to close everything out.

“Z-Zac?!” Aodh sounded worried, why would he be worried? He was the one always threatening Zac. 

As the enormous hands came back, Zac tried to scoot back even further. He let out a small whimper and continued to shake with fear.

“W-wait do you actually think I’m gonna… hurt you?” Aodh fretted, recalling how violent his personality naturally is. As a borrower, it didn’t matter that much. Now that he was a human though, that was a different story. Zac continued to shake but nodded in confirmation and somehow shut his eyes tighter than they already were. Even if he hadn’t nodded, it was evident enough in Zac’s body language that, yes he obviously believed Aodh would harm him in some way shape or form.

“I-I’m not! I’m sorry!” Desperation oozed out of Aodh voice. “I promise I won’t! What would make you think that? Is our friendship… is our friendship truly one sided?” He wept. 

Aodh had always annoyed Zac and he knew it. He thought that it was playful annoyance but maybe Zac didn’t see it that way…

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OK HEAR ME OUT

G/t size swap au where the og tiny is like a complete asshole, and og big usually doesn’t take it seriously, like small’s threats can’t *actually* hurt them so it’s fine. Until they wake up size swapped and OH SH- THE TINY GUY WHO KEEPS THREATENING TO STAB ME WITH A TACK IN MY SLEEP COULD ACTUALLY KILL ME NOW

This could go multiple ways like what if the tiny is actually a super caring dude and aggression is just their love language

or like what if they don’t get that og big is actually scared and mess with them more THE FEAR PLAY POSSIBILITIES I CANT—

If anyone knows a fic like this please share T^T

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G/T is such a difficult interest enjoy T^T

1. I cant draw hands.

2. There’s barely any G/T content for specific fandoms ESPECIALLY LESS KNOWN ONES (sanders sides)

3. G/T Isn’t popular enough for it to be Wildly available. I HAVE TO GO TO GREAT LENGTHS TO FIND ANY CONTENT (besides on tumblr we’re everywhere here)

4. I CANT CHANGE MY SIZE AND IT UPSETS ME

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I saw this and HAD to make one!!!

Wanted to try this out!!

So here’s my little g/t tropes tier list!