#AAAHHHHH I MADE IT I MADE IT

[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

[h0estar]

i'm so proud of him 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love him so much yall dont understand!!!!!! i have been a sobbing mess since i read the latest 3 chapters no one touch me 😭

[jackalopedaily]

Jackalope Daily Day 354

[coughloop]

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King Seb :D

[giverofempathy]

OKAY MORE ON THE ONION DYE PROJECT I TOOK THE TESTS OUT OF THE DYE BATH AND I'M SO HAPPY BECAUSE THE COLOUR IS SO STRONG GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL AMAZING

@schalotte tagging you cause i remember you wanted to see updates on this project! :-)

[holybananaoafshoe]

Y'all aren't ready for the next Team Dynamics: Scary Dog Privileges post, let me tell you whaaaatt

[graveyarrdshift]

How I feel when I drink four glasses of water after having nothing but wine and black coffee today

[brittleskyblue]

Something something on this night of ritual

[elliedafish]

I think I'm becoming friends with my crush!

[bitterpngs]

have the sudden urge to continue jojo

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Post I'm making to see tomorrow morning and send a message to my girlfriend with a list of reasons why she should read the unbroken and its sequel

[just-a-little-dragon]

NO THEY'RE MINE NOW! YOU SEE THIS BOTTLE FULL OF THEM? MINE!

No problem! I love exploring the "after death" dynamic.

Sam never planned to live forever.

The moment his Darlin’ passed, he knew it was his turn too. There was no reason for him to continue living if the love of his life wasn’t there with him, and he’d been here way longer than he had planned to initially.

Vincent and Lovely are still together, and Sam can feel the love radiating off them every time they hang out. It makes him happy to see them happy, but it makes his empty heart ache to see them free to love with time and the afterlife on their side.

David and the pack have long passed, leaving the new generation to take over. The security business is doing better than ever, although it’s missing that unique spark that David had when he led the company. Sam watched over them as they grew, and was there to guide them when needed. He knew David would be looking down with pride, seeing how far the pack had come.

But now, Sam is satisfied. There’s nothing left for him to do. His heart still yearns for his Darlin’.

On their anniversary, he walked out and sat under the tree he helped them heal that one time, leaning his back against it. Ever since they passed, he’d talk to the tree everyday and touch his forehead against its sturdy trunk, eyes closed and feeling the small remnants of their magic. With Darlin’s leather jacket on his shoulders, he sat and watched as the warmth of the sun washed over his body for the first time in decades. It was so beautiful - the myriad of reds and oranges that lit the sky left him breathless with wonder. It felt like… Darlin’. The way they’d always be there for him with their arms open.

He let the sun guide him to his end.

A part of Sam always wondered what death would feel like. He knew he was going to die, so it was frequently on his mind. He didn’t feel any fear though. It was more of a curiosity.

He kept his eyes closed. It was still warm, like he could still feel the sun on his skin. His body felt like it was being wrapped in loving arms, with the gentle wind blowing his hair.

It felt comfortable. It felt like… home.

It felt like Darlin’.

He leaned his body weight further into the tree.

But it was… soft. It felt like… a person.

He felt his heart beat again. Not the pseudo rhythm that his core mimicked when he turned, but the steady thump of his heart carrying blood around his body.

There was a weight that tightened around his waist and on his right shoulder, followed by the sound of soft breathing that tickled his neck.

…it can’t be.

Sam kept his eyes closed, scared that once he opened them, the feeling would disappear. His hand twitched, hesitating before reaching down and touching what was wrapped around his waist.

“You kept me waiting.” A voice whispered in his ear, laced with a teasing smile.

His eyes shot open. This all felt so real. Too real. He whipped his head back, eyes wide and heart beating faster.

The tree was no longer there, but in its place was a human.

His Darlin’.

Sam froze in shock for a few moments. Then he reached a shaking hand towards their face. Darlin’ met his halfway and held his hand, guiding it to rest on their cheek. They nuzzled into his palm, the way they always did as a human and also as a wolf. He could feel them. They were real.

He all but crashed into them, pushing them onto the grass in a hug and cried into their shoulder. They kept their arms around him, and he heard them sniffle too.

He never felt more alive.

[kyri45]

Hiiii Kryi

I just wanted to say how much I love your comic and send some fanart I made :D

plz tell me if i forgot anything

(PS: I LOVE YOUR COMIC)

THIS IS SO CUTE IT S ACTUAPLY ILLEGAL AAAHHHHH

[skitskatdacat63]

weird q have you ever watched amadeus the film and/or the play? if so your thoughts?

YES I did watch Amadeus! Pretty soon after I got back from Vienna actually. Well actually that was one of the films our professor told us we should watch before our trip haha.

I mostly liked it! I think I'm just way too much a stickler about language and accents though. Like I can appreciate the story and the actors and everything, but still can't help but be like "wow I wish this was in German," if that makes sense 😭(I couldn't stand Mozart's American accent LOL) But aahhh it was cool to see an actual visual representation of what Vienna was like at that time and what the Emperor's life was like, and or course what Mozart's life was like. I really liked seeing Joseph II! But did you know that it actually wasn't filmed in Vienna? It was filmed in Prague and another Czech city. So I will say that bugged me a bit lmfao, bcs im like hmmm this isn't Vienna.... But otherwise I thought it was great! I just wanted to see more of Joseph II tho sjkflv

(^ speaking of Joseph II. I asked my professor(known Habsburg fanboy) whom his favorite Habsburg is, and he said Joseph II, and internally I was like "Yeah of course you do" LMFAO. I truly was afraid he was gonna pull out some guy I didn't know but now I probably know more specifics than he does)

[jyoongim]

Okay branching off the fanfic where Alastor has a wife in heaven after being murdered, so what if she has a radio show in heaven to match her husband’s and it somehow intercepts Alastors show in hell and he gets to hear his wifes singing one more time before it cuts out.

(Small idea lolz)

THIS MADE ME SAAAAADDD AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

Alastor was in the middle of his broadcast when the signal went out.

Odd. There shouldn’t be any reason that his radio show is being intercepted by anything.

The radio made a static buzz noise as if trying to find the right channel. Finally the static cleared, and what came through was something that he hadn’t heard in years.

 His red eyes widened as your soft voice came through the radio.

”Salutations to all you lovely souls out there! We are down to the last segment of tonight’s show and Im feelin a bit nostalgic, so ill sing my favorite song for all you lovebirds out there.” 

~Life Is But A Dream~

Will you take part in my life, my love?

that is my dream

life is but a dream, its what you make it

Always try to give, don’t ever take it

Life has its music, life has its song of love, love

Life is but a dream and I dream of you

Strange as it seems all night I see you

……

The radio cut out again, the channel radiating static before the signal returned to normal and now it was set back to Hell’s frequency.

Alastor sat there in shock.

You were in Heaven.

His sweet wife who was taken from him brutally was in Heaven.

That meant you were Angel.

A shaky laugh escaped his chest as his eyes burned.

That song…it was the song that played the first night he met you and just knew you were the one for him.

It was played at your wedding, the two of you sung it when you got drunk.

He slammed his hands on the control panel, his claws sinking in the metal and leaving claw marks.

He wished to see you, to hold you, to wrap his arms around you and weep into your hair.

He’s missed you so much.

Life is But A Dream

he started laughing manically at the irony of the song.

Life was but a dream…but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t make seeing you again a reality.