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I'm throwing my hat in the ring for 2025

These prompts are for either art or writing. If anyone but me ends up using this prompt list, feel free to tag me!

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I had a gt dream that somehow supposed to be a movie trilogy that I was watching but also experiencing?? it was really cool with evil giants and vampires and adventures and character development and shit. and it was like shockingly sensible and coherent and detailed for a dream. I woke up thinking it would make a great story but I will probably never have time to write it so here's a recap

cw: mentions of tinies being held captive/treated as subhuman, mention of vampire killing humans

So in the first movie I was a lady in her early thirties who was lowkey (not so lowkey) a shallow privileged Karen type who was on a roadtrip with her bestfriend who was a similar type of person. We stopped in this weird small town that wasn't on any maps and went to this diner and got into an argument with the waitress over misspelling one of our names. Then it turned out the employees of the diner had shrinking technology and shrunk us and kidnapped us (kinda deserved lmfao /jk). We met this guy who'd also been shrunk and kidnapped and was being held captive and we started trying to come up with a plan to escape and became less karen-y in the process. The people holding us captive made us "compete" in a bunch of dangerous "games" they came up with and were betting on. Me and my friend briefly escaped but the guy didn't so we went back for him and got recaptured and that was the end of the "first" movie.

Then in the second movie the giants who kidnapped us took us on a roadtrip to some coastal town to visit their friend. No idea why bc they almost got caught a bunch and there was no clear motive but anyways. We attempted to escape again once in the coastal town and we all succeeded this time and were trying to survive in the wilderness that was a little bit outside of town. Then we were caught by the friend they were visiting's boss, who was a vampire in addition to being a giant, and he ALSO took us captive because apparently we had the worst luck ever. He lied to the friends about not seeing anything strange and they eventually gave up looking for us and left.

He showed us to his wife (who was mortal) and they were like surprisingly chill captors besides the being held captive part like they got us a fancy dollhouse to live in and stuff and were basically treating us like expensive curiosities to show their equally morally corrupt rich friends. a gilded cage is still a cage so we were obviously like yea we still want to escape. also he was a vampire and killing humans but had decided we were too small to bother with so obviously that was pretty morally bad too. we got our chance when he took us to some fancy ski resort type place and a window got left open. dream logic on how we got out the window and down to the ground lmao bc we just jumped and were fine. we successfully escaped but then we were lost in a forest tiny and that's how movie 2 ended.

Movie 3 was us still lost in the forest. we jumped in this creek/river in hopes of getting further away and hiding our scent and then had no idea where we were. We got attacked by a fox and a bird at one point and I got injured. To our surprise we then stumbled on this like village?? of people that were a similar size of us. They were apparently like woodland fairies instead of shrunken humans though and were supposed to be that size. They gave us some food and asked what we were and what we were doing out there and we decided to explain the whole story and how we didn't really have a plan beyond get free and somehow try to get turned back to our normal size. We were even more surprised when they were like "oh we know a guy" and were like "what do you mean you know a guy??".

They were like "technically not a *guy* but we know this incomprehensible extradimensional entity who takes the form of a guy sometimes who would probably help you. Or laugh. It's kinda a coin toss. Won't kidnap you though." and we were like "at this point that's good enough for us" so they took us to the guy and then it was just anti climactic bc he was like yea sure ill turn you back to normal and we got returned to our normal size and were like damn that was the wildest roadtrip ever and then I woke up.

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just saw a TikTok with an 8 acre pool at a resort and my first thought was "giant friendly pool"

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That feeling when you finally feel comfortable sharing your g/t stuff with your friends cause you know they won't judge :3 (friends liked my borrower au of us)

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gods who are normally giant taking on a smaller, human disguise when they come down to the mortal plane to observe and interact with people

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Made moodboards for my ocs, Zoey (tiny) and Easton (giant) bc I couldn't sleep

Easton:

Zoey:

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Big Bend Chapter 10 - Sunset

A/n: This was such a fun fluffy chapter to write lol

Word count: 2149

Cw: Mild language

Previous Chapter

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For the first time since I'd arrived at Big Bend, it wasn’t horribly hot out. In fact, it had even rained earlier. Okay, rain might have been a strong word, but it had at least drizzled enough intermittently to get that rainy day sort of smell, and I figured beggars in a desert couldn't be choosers. Not only that, but I had the next two days off. 

All of that had me feeling extra invigorated after I'd had dinner with Angie, Dave, and Penelope, and then taken a nice longer shower. Invigorated enough that I decided to go on a walk after I'd finished brushing my hair out. Not anything strenuous, given that I'd just showered, but I thought it might be nice to get some fresh air. Maybe find a pretty place near the employee housing to watch the sunset. Penelope lay on her bed as I told her as much. 

“Y'know, there's a really pretty spot kind of adjacent to the campgrounds. Off that little nature trail over there,” she said. 

“Ooh, thanks. Did you wanna come?” 

She frowned. “I'd love to, but I have to get up for work tomorrow and I also want to avoid the looming sense of dread by scrolling on tiktok a while longer.” 

I laughed. “Fair enough.” 

“If the sunset's pretty take some photos for me though!” She said. I promised her I would, grabbed my phone and an Arizona tea from the fridge, and headed out. 

I decided to take her advice, and made my way towards the campgrounds. The trail she'd mentioned - I couldn't remember the actual name of it, something to do with a settler in the area - was just before the path into the campgrounds. We'd wandered around it a couple of times before at night. It also wasn't too far from Easton's place - you could see the lights of his house from it. I'd never been at sunset, before, though the cliffs it overlooked and the wildflowers dotting it did seem to make it a promising option. 

The sun hadn't yet started to dip beyond the horizon when I got there. As I was meandering down it, I kept my eyes open for any good places to sit that would be facing the sunset. I rounded one corner of a rock formation and stopped short. The trail on the other side of the rock formation offered a nice view of the cliffs and the valley they overlooked that had previously been hidden. The valley wasn't empty, though. Easton was sitting, back leaned against the cliff and facing away from me.  

I wondered if I should say something to alert him to my presence. Or if I should just go back the way I came - maybe he wanted to be out here alone. Then again, it wasn't a super remote spot if that was the case. It was hidden from the main road, sure, but It was also only a short walk. Maybe I should say hi or something? I didn't want to be rude. Then again, he wasn't right next to the trail, so maybe just walking by wouldn't be rude. 

“Hey, Easton,” I said, before I could continue overthinking. The giant straightened up, then turned to face the trail. His eyes scanned the rocky landscape for a fraction of a second before spotting me. It was still a little uncanny how good his senses seemed to be - I hadn't called out particularly loudly. 

“Zoey! Hey.” He said, his face seeming to brighten. “What brings you out here?” 

“I was looking for a spot to watch the sunset and drink my tea,” I said. 

“What a coincidence, same. I mean, sans the tea. Just the sunset part.” He paused. “This is a really gorgeous spot, if you want to join me. You don't have to, of course-”  

“I'd love to!” I blurted out, before he'd finished speaking. 

“Oh! Cool!” Genuine surprise flickered across his face, followed by excitement. I'd never considered myself particularly good at reading facial expressions, but the face in question being the size of a billboard certainly helped pick up on what would ordinarily be subtle expressions.

There was a small formation of rocks a short ways from where Easton sat against the cliff. Close enough to him that I wouldn't feel like I had to yell to talk to him - though he'd probably hear me regardless - but fair enough from the cliff’s edge to make it unlikely that I'd manage to trip and fall off. The tallest was a large, flat stone a little taller than my waist. It looked perfect for enjoying tea on. I climbed onto it with far less grace than I'd like to admit, dusting off my hands on my pants once I'd gotten up there. 

“So, uh, how’s your day been?” I asked as I took a seat on the rock.

 That's a normal small talk question, right? The kind people that were good at socializing would ask? 

“Pretty good - just the usual day with work and all,” he said. “What about yours?” 

“Same. Today's my Friday, though, so I feel extra free currently.”

Easton cocked his head slightly. “That means it's the end of your work week, right?” 

 I'd forgotten he probably wouldn't be familiar with all of Earth's colloquialisms. That felt relatable, in a way, because I'd struggled to figure out the meanings behind countless phrases. There were so many that had sounded utterly nonsensical to me. “It's raining cats and dogs” was one I'd particularly struggled to grasp when I was younger. Even as an adult, I still felt like I'd run across some new and confusing slang semi frequently.

Of course, Easton had the excuse of literally not being from the planet, so he had a better reason than I did for his confusion. 

“Yeah. Even though it's really Wednesday here, but the work week is usually Monday through Friday, and today was my last day working before I have the next two days off,” I said. 

He nodded thoughtfully. “In that case, it's also my Friday.” 

“Ooh - well, congrats on surviving another week,” I said. “Do rangers always have a set schedule, or does it change?” 

“I can’t speak for all rangers across agencies and stuff, but I have a set schedule. The IMA thought it would be easier that way, so I have Thursdays and Fridays off.

“We have the same days off!” I exclaimed. “Maybe we could hang out sometime.” 

The words spilled out before I had the chance to think through them. If I had, I wouldn't have said them at all. I was never quite sure when was appropriate to ask people if they wanted to get together, and opening myself up to the possibility of embarrassment and rejection made my anxiety go up just thinking about it. Especially people who seemed really, really cool like Easton. People who almost certainly had better people to hang out with than me. 

“Oh.” He paused. “Yeah. That could be fun,” Easton continued after a moment of hesitation that I took to confirm my assumption. 

“I'm sure you stay busy, though, so don't worry about it,” I said. I looked down, hoping the waning sunlight would do something to hide the reddening of my cheeks.

“Not really. You're actually the first person to ask me that,” Easton replied. “I'd have to ask John first, but I'd like that.” 

“Wait, really?” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice. I'd assumed he probably had an entire friend group formed. One that I just wasn't aware of, which didn't seem unlikely, as I really only talked to Angie, Dave, and Penelope. I'd found out from Penelope the other day that there'd been a whole party the previous Friday I hadn't even heard of. 

“I guess the whole giant thing would make it kind of hard for me to join in on a lot of hang out activities,” Easton said. “I can hardly grab drinks after work.”

He had a point, but I wouldn't have thought that would be enough to prevent everyone here from wanting to get together. Especially given how popular he was at work. Maybe that worked against him, though - maybe other people had also just assumed he would already have better things to do than socialize with them. 

“Hm. Well, maybe we could watch a movie or something. Wait, are there movies on Aphiria?” 

“Yeah, there are! I'd love to see some Earth movies too sometime.” 

“We could do like…an interplanetary movie exchange!” I exclaimed.

“That sounds really fun,” Easton said. 

“What type of movies do you like? Or, do you have a favorite?” I was probably doing a poor job at seeming nonchalant. That was because I was generally the opposite of nonchalant. Very chalant, if you will. 

Easton didn't seem put off by my enthusiasm, at least. 

“This is going to sound cheesy, but there's this Aphirial romcom I really like,” Easton said. “My mom put it on for my siblings and I when I was a kid, so it's got the whole nostalgia factor for me now too, so, don't judge me too hard. Basically these two people accidentally end up on a roadtrip together and fall in love.” 

I tilted my head, intrigued. “How does one accidentally end up on a roadtrip with someone?” I asked. 

Easton laughed. “It's kind of silly, I know. Basically the girl is hitchhiking - that was popular for a bit on Aphiria a few decades ago - and the guy gets robbed and is stranded at a gas station with no money or gas, but he has a car, it's kind of convoluted but I swear it's entertaining. I swear.”

“I believe you,” I said, also laughing lightly. “I'd be down to watch it sometime,” I said. 

“What about you? What Earth movies do you like?” Easton asked. He shifted slightly as he met my gaze, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. As slight as the movement was for him, it drew my attention back to the fact that he was a giant. A giant currently towering over the cliff I was on even sitting down. Despite how I'd been craning my neck up to look at him, I'd somehow almost forgotten. 

Maybe forgotten isn't the right word - I was aware of it on some level, I guess. I was just more focused on the conversation that that fact had taken a backseat for a long while. 

Now that it wasn't in the backseat, I found his appearance front and center in my mind. Not just because he was a giant. The last rays of sunlight were currently illuminating his light blond hair, making the edges look as if they were glowing. His green eyes, currently fixed on me, were glittering gold with the same reflected rays.

Parts of his face were now shadowed, contouring his already defined features. The slope of his nose, the soft curve of his lips, the angle of his jawline - all of which loomed like an image on an IMAX screen above me, their size only serving to further highlight how elegant they were even magnified. I highly doubted I would look that good from such an angle, on such a scale.   

Penelope's comment about stumbling upon a "fan edit" of him on social media rushed back to me. 

Yeah, I can see it. 

Speaking totally objectively, of course. 

Shit, I need to answer his question. 

“Oh, uh, I'm a big fan of cheesy movies myself. But like specifically cheesy horror movies for me. I kind of like horror movies in general.” 

“I haven't seen too many,” Easton admitted. “But I'd be down to change that.” 

“Well, then, I'm your girl. I've got so many cheesy horror movies we could watch,” I said. 

“I'm looking forward to it,” Easton replied sincerely. 

The sun had finished dipping behind the horizon. The sky was now painted in deep shades of orange and red. It washed the desert in brilliant hues, giving our surrounding environment a dream-like feel. It caught both of our attentions at the same time. 

“Woah. It's gorgeous,” I said breathlessly. 

“Yeah. Absolutely gorgeous,” Easton agreed softly. 

We both continued to stare at the spectacular desert landscape in front of us, both of us falling into a comfortable silence as we gazed at it. The vibrant colors didn't last long - not nearly as long as I'd have been content to stare, definitely. The reds and oranges began to fade to grey, dusk creeping across the sand and brush in front of us. 

“I'm glad I came out here,” I said, breaking the silence. I wasn't sure if I meant taking a walk that particular evening, or to the park in general. 

“Me too,” Easton said. Our gazes met, and I got the strangest feeling that neither of us were saying that only because of the sunset we'd gotten to watch. 

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The Double Lie

Warnings: PTSD implied, Heavy Angst, lots of crying, self-hate, lots of tension, kinda whumpy (but a happy ending!)

~1500 words

(This is by far my most self-indulgent story I've ever posted)

“Honey!” A sickly sweet voice called from the kitchen, her voice as songlike as he had always remembered it, yet like everything after his escape, it felt different. “The cookies are cooled, do… do you want to eat them together?”

There it was, the very fact that she had to ask. He hated it. Why did she have to ask him to eat cookies together- why? He knew the answer, but it only made it worse: Because I asked her to.

Before he could even properly respond, her head peeked through the crack in the doorway. Her eye, larger than his head, scanned the room for him. “Oh- were you sleeping?” Cleo suddenly whispered, before spotting him on his desk.

Markus almost didn’t want to respond, as though if he stayed silent his problems would too, but alas… “No, sorry, just… focused…” he almost left it at that, but seeing her dejected face made him stir up some extra courage, “I-I’d love for a cookie, actually, that would be great.”

Building up courage to talk to your wife, you’re so pathetic

It didn’t help that she was taking deliberately quiet steps, no doubt so that she wouldn’t ‘startle’ him like she had their reunion together.

With a clack, Cleo set the plate down on his desk and sat down opposite to him. The smell of her cooking made him look up at the treat she was offering. Three cookies for herself, and one -much smaller, though still giant-sized- for him. The scene brought back so- so many memories, but as with everything, the same creeping feeling returned to ruin it.

“So…” Cleo said, plucking the chocolate-infused wafer between two fingers, raising it quickly to the sky. “How’s the book going? Your editor finally ready to publish?”

Right, his book, the story of what happened to him, thankfully, he had already finished it, meaning he would hopefully be able to leave that part of his life behind. “It’s going… we’re hoping to finalize it this week actually.”

Cleo’s eyes sparked with joy, her wonderful smile that he loved lit up like a firework, even he couldn’t suppress a smile seeing it, she was just that infectious. “Oh my god, that's wonderful! You better eat your cookies now, you deserve it. Plus,” she said, in a singsong voice, raising her treat to her mouth and taking a bite, “these have gotta be the best cookies I’ve ever made, seriously babe.”

But instead of responding in kind, supporting his wife, or even just saying nothing at all, He couldn’t. Without even thinking, he blurted

“Can- can you chew quieter?” already as he said it he felt like an asshole, Cleo had gone out of her way to give him a treat, to help him- And he was spitting on her. Quickly scrambling, he added, “It- damnit- It just… it reminds me of uhm… of what those people did.”

Cleo stared blankly, if only for a moment, but it was all he needed to let the self-loathing continue. It was only a matter of time at this point; he was a shell of who he once was, he knew it, his friends knew it, and now, Cleo would know it too.

“Oh- oh uhm, yeah, of course, of course I can. Yeah, that was kind of silly of me to not notic-”

“No,” he interrupted, he couldn’t stand the thought of slowly losing her, slowly watching as her love for him, her love for who he once was, slowly fall apart as she realized that man was gone. At least- at least, if I go out on my own terms, I can save her the time of realizing it for herself, at least this will be quick. “You- you don’t have to appologize for me being a half assed piece of shit.”

Cleo’s eyes widened, stuttering for a moment, “Markus, you-”

“I just- why do you even humor my requests when they are stuff like that? You’re a giant, and you need to eat, I… I shouldn’t even be asking you to do stupid things like that to make myself feel better.”

Markus couldn’t even meet her eyes, but he felt them boring a hole into him, like ripping off a band-aid.

“It-it’s not stupid if it makes you more comfortable,” she responded, but her voice sounded strained, like she was struggling to talk to him, his heart ached at the thought, but it has to be this way.

“Dammit Clee’ I- I just- I’m scared of you chewing loudly, I’m- my heart races when I hear loud footsteps,” He responded, eyes averted as he grit his teeth and looked down, as if that would ease the pain. “I can’t even be around you without making you follow my bullshit ‘rules’ because I’m- I’m scared, and I don’t know why but I am. How- How can you even be around someone like that?”

Now Cleo’s voice sounded very strained, a giant-sized frog in her throat blocking her airways. he knew if he looked up he would see her distraught face, tears brimming her eyes. “Because, Markus,” She said, sniffing and swallowing her frog, “I love you. Is that not enough?”

There was no turning back now, “Cleo,” he started, his own vocals betraying him as well as he struggled to get his thoughts past his tongue. “The man you used to love is gone, I-I’m not him anymore, I’m not strong, I’m not brave, I’m pathetic. You don’t deserve someone who can’t-”

“That's enough!” Cleo shrieked, “I won’t I won’t hear another damn word. Not one. Not one!” she glared daggers into him, as if daring him to interrupt her passion. Eyes wet, she could still see his small form on her desk, the person she had failed to protect.

“I said I love you,” She screamed, her voice shaking with a hurricane of rage, fear, and love. “Not you from the god damn past, not your- your imagined version of yourself where you are ‘strong-’ I love,” she hiccuped from the tears, before jamming a finger in his direction. “You. The man standing in front of me right god damn now, and nobody else!”

Neither responded for a while; only the heavy, exasperated breathing of the giant and her occasional hiccups were heard.

“Cleo…” but his words ignited the fire inside her once again,

“You- you wanna talk about the real ‘half assed piece of shit,’ well you’re looking right at her! Right in front for everyone to see,” she rebuked, tears streaming down her face like a river. “The only- the only giant who would let their human lover get kidnapped right under her fucking nose because she was such a half assed piece of filth!”

“You- You talk about strength as if somehow- as if SOMEHOW, you have lost it. I can’t imagine how, considering while I was sitting at home, with all the ‘strength’ in the world, utterly fucking useless. All I could do was sit in this house, and cry, cry until my voice went hoarse, so nothing. While you not only saved yourself, but everyone else who had been captured by those vile, despicable cockroaches- I couldn’t even get myself off the floor to HELP YOU!”

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It seemed Cleo had wanted to say more, but her body wouldn’t let her- voice hoarse and constant hiccups, sniffs, and floods of tears making it impossible to do anything but look at her lover while she tried to calm down. It wasn’t easy, but eventually both of their hearts stopped racing at last. Wiping her tears from her eyes, Cleo moved from her chair to her knees, looking upward at Markus on the desk.

“I just… I just-” she tried to start, but her fire from earlier was gone, “I just never got to say that I was sorry, sorry for letting that happen to you- you came back and I-I- I wanted to say it right away, but I knew you were hurting and didn’t want to put my own stress on your plate, All of this could have been prevented in the first place if I… if I…”

“Cleo,” he interrupted, again, he couldn’t stand to see the love of his life in such constant distress, especially with him being the cause. “It’s not your fault.” Instead of responding right away, Cleo simply looked up at him.

And he looked back.

And suddenly, after being pressed against the neck of his wife in a hug, squeezing as tight as she could- as he did the same back- their problems seemed to go away. At least for this moment when they were together.

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Phew~ done. Yeah, as I said at the beginning, this is definitely my most self-indulgent piece I've written. But I hope it was still enjoyable to everyone who read who ISN'T me lol

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animation WIP!

based on a tiktok trend that’s i’ve seen people do

i’ve completed the lineart so far and plan to color it. hopefully that goes well…

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I absolutely LOVE hearing about people's ocs. I love hearing all the lore, world building, charater designs, even the little things. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I am always invested and it's so cool seeing what peaple come up with. I LOVE OTHER PEAPLES OCS.

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putting my sleeping bag in my gently swaying hammock and pretending I'm a giants pocket as they go about their day

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silly gt concept of the day: a reality TV dating show like love is blind except gt. if you haven't seen love is blind the concept is that the contestants don't get to see each other until they propose and communicate from seperate rooms through a frosted window/wall divider thingy. once they propose theres a big reveal scene where they get to see the other for the first time. then the show follows them one a vacation and the lead up to their wedding to see who actually gets married

supposedly it's to see if people can fall for each other regardless of looks but really it's bc it results in lots of reality TV drama and everyone's hot anyways

anyways its obviously the perfect set up for g/t hijinks like imagine the contestants also can't disclose whether or not they're giants or tinies before the reveal. top notch potential for fluff and romance and also lots of silly drama

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A few doodles of the boys as fairies.

I got the idea from lyovpple on Twitter.

Poor Viktor cannot fly and Jayce thinks of a idea on putting pixie-dust on Viktor's body instead of his wings. Unfortunately a strong gust of wind got them off guard.

Also, little idea we had on discord with Powder finding fairy Viktor. Very cute ideas being formed on that server.

And I'm very inconsistent with how I draw Jayce! 😫 But I think I have a good base now.

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I want this, someone give me more of this right now

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When you’re excitedly expecting some mail to show up. Hehe just a random idea i had in my head that i ended up drawing.