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entomolog-t · 6 hours
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June is a simp.
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SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW
I LOVE THEM.
I have had this stupid thing in my wips since PRE Valentine's Day and I have finally finished.
Getting better with clothing and folds, but frankly it only makes sense 20% of the time 🙃 Also enjoy me dressing Aedes in progressively sluttier more breathable outfits everytime I post him.
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What’s so special about G/T Romantic Interactions?
Well-
Imagine a hug. Being hugged by the person you love the most. You’d die for this person- you’d protect them no matter what. And they’d protect you. Point is- they love you and you love them.
Take that feeling you get when you hug them. That warm feeling like no one could ever ruin the moment. Like you’re floating- and nothing could ever bring you down. Like your surrounded by a forcefield that nothing can break through. Take that feeling- and enlarge it.
Multiply it by 1000000.
That’s what the idea of being kissed, hugged, held, protected, by someone 10x bigger than you feels like to me. When I dream of being in a giants pocket- surrounded by them- I feel I’m surrounded by love. Like diving into a pool that consists of only warmth and sensual feelings.
I know some may feel different- but that’s my general perspective. I always am the tiny when I find ppl that I like because I want to be “surrounded” by them- their warmth, their love, their voice. Everything. I want my world to be- them. That’s all.
Man- giants rock.
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certainwizardlady · 2 days
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Day 19 of befriending the borrowers in my house. It finally happened. I leave my phone out for 5 minutes and they manage to order pizza.
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hollewdz · 21 hours
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Quinn and Jaz - Ch 1
(Quinn and Jaz is the working title, and once I settle on a better one I'll reupload this :3)
word count: ~2.1k
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Quinn sometimes wondered if she was cursed. 
Not with a big, life-altering curse; she didn’t believe she was important enough for one of those. She wondered if someone, somewhere, decided she was worth fucking with, and decided, every day, to do little things to make her life just that much harder. Right now, she was wondering if this mystery-being decided to make her bus late. 
Pacing a circle into the snow at the bus stop, a flash of ice bit at Quinn’s heel. Looking down, she saw a pathetic old winter boot, ripped at the seam and gulping in muddy ice slush.
“Because the bus being late just wasn’t fun enough, huh?” she griped, trying and failing to shake the ice from her boot. She hated this. Hated these long, exhausting days of classes and overtime shifts, which would have been bearable, if the damn bus was even half as efficient as she was.
A long, forced sigh shot into the air in a dramatic cloud. Instead of standing around for 20 minutes in the cold for a slimy bus, she could walk for 15 minutes back to her apartment. It would suck, but at least she could choose the suckiness she had to deal with. Briskly trudging her way through the slush and muck on the cracked sidewalks home, chunky snowflakes began drifting through the air around her. Quinn wanted to cry, but refused to permit herself the catharsis. She’d been through so much worse; and heavy college textbooks, a long shift at Shelly’s, a late bus, a broken shoe and walking in the snow was nothing compared to that. 
This isn’t for forever, Quinn’s calming mantra surfaced in her mind. It’s not even for the next 20 minutes. Get home and you can take a steaming hot shower and have some soup.
Slowing to a stop at a crosswalk, Quinn nearly tripped on a wet heap of something piled right next to the crosswalk button. What the hell? After mashing the button a few times, she used her good boot to shove some of the snow away. A pile of soaking wet clothes, some sneakers and an expensive-looking bag stared back glumly at her.
Who would strip in this weather? Crouching down to balance sitting on her ankles, she unzipped the bag and rummaged through it. Tugging out a heavy metal clip wallet, tapped out the cards to see that this bag -and presumably outfit- belonged to…
“...Jasper Ross” she breathed absent-mindedly. Why does that sound familiar? Quinn was hardly a socialite, and she only knew the names of the people she had to deal with for projects and such. There was a sudden stirring from the pile of clothes. With a yelp reminiscent of a scared chihuahua, Quinn splashed clumsily from her half-perch-half-crouch into a slush of muddy ice. Oh God, a rat?? Not even caring that her backside was now soaking wet, Quinn tried and failed to push herself away from the nest of laundry, her old worn boots refusing to grip the ice. Then, she heard the most peculiar noise that gave her pause- an almost unhearable, muffled shout came from within the pile of clothes. “What the fuck?! Where am I?” 
Quinn’s eyes grew wide as she saw a… a… tiny guy.  There was a tiny guy, emerging from the pile in front of her. Frozen in place, Quinn couldn’t tear her eyes away, she needed to download every bit of information about this new phenomena in front of her. 
He looked proportionate, and fit. Even, golden-brown skin with a mop of dark brown hair. He seemed to be assessing his surroundings, hands exploring the fabric around him. He could have been muttering something, too, but Quinn wasn’t close enough to hear. Miniscule eyes finally swiveled towards Quinn, and for a moment Quinn thought he looked quite a lot like an action figure with how still he went. His face slowly traced from her boots to finally meet her bewildered gaze. 
A long silence yawned between the two- Quinn had no idea how to approach this situation. Usually she’d blame her awkward personality, but she figured most people would be struggling for words right about now. Thankfully, she didn’t need to worry about what to say.
 “Oh hell no,” the man said with an exasperated groan. He began to rub his eyes vigorously. Quinn blinked. “Excuse me?” “Hey, lady, um, I think my vision is fucked. You look absolutely massive,” the man stated plainly. He righted himself and offered another comment, “And not in, like, a fat way. It’s like, a sky-scraper, ‘massive’ way. You think you could call an ambulance for me? That bitch from last night probably drugged me.” She ignored anything that could have been implied. Quinn’s throat had gone dry from the cold, but she managed to force out a response.
“Your vision has nothing to do with it. You’re, like, a borrower, dude,” Quinn half laughed. She had no clue how to react to this. The laughter built into a chuckle, then a full-blown fit. “W-what the fuck!” She managed to say between laughs of disbelief. She slapped her gloved hands firmly clasped over her mouth, failing to quell her convulsive laughter. She felt a heat begin to rise in her face, and darted her eyes along the street, head on a swivel. Thank god there’s no people around. “Lady, you’re a total psycho,” the diminutive man offered, going back to scrubbing his eyes.
A lazy snowflake slowly drifted down and planted atop the man’s head. Quinn steadied her breathing, watching him reach up and break a bit of the snowflake off in a crystal shard and then melt in his doll-sized hand. 
“Hm.” He started shivering then, enough for Quinn to notice. In fact, her own jeans had been soaking in ice-water since she slipped, and it was becoming very clear she needed to take control of the situation before things got worse. 
Drawing in a deep breath and loosing a cloud of fog into the chilled air, Quinn composed herself as well as she could manage. Chill out, he’s just…some guy. A very, very small guy, but still, she thought. She closed her eyes and breathed, then looked back to the doll-sized man. “Are you Jasper Ross?” she asked, holding up his wallet and sliding out his ID for him to see.
“First of all, looking through other peoples’ things is pretty invasive- but yes, that’s me. Secondly,” he pointed at her, “no one calls me ‘Jasper’. Ew. It’s Jaz.” He ran his hands over the folded cloth in front of him to dry his hands, and started rubbing his arms sharply. “Seriously, it’s too fucking cold out.” 
Quinn started feeling a bit bad for Jasper- or, Jaz, despite him being all sorts of rude. He was the size of a hamster, of course the cold would be biting at him hard. “Do you have any place I could take you to-”
“No,” Jaz shot, slumping into a grumble. “No I don’t.”
“For real?” Quinn furrowed her brow. “I would offer to take you to, like, the police, but I don’t think you’d like it there, either.”
“So you’re abducting me?”
“I’ll take you to the police station if you want.”
Jaz thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d rather not be a lab rat. Do you have a place?”
“Wuh- me?” Quinn sat back again, but this time in shock at how forward he was being. A gust of icy wind made her shudder, and the cold concrete was making her legs go numb. “I-I mean, I do have a place, but-”
“Perfect, take me there.”
“I’m not ready for, uh, company-”
“Lady, I’m about to freeze to death, that doesn’t matter.” 
Quinn pursed her lips, holding her breath. He does look like he’s in the early stages of popsicle… And, realistically, what’s the worst that can happen? Pinching the crease between her brows and sighing, she shifted and replaced the wallet in the bookbag. “Fine. Just let me plan out how to carry everything, alright?”
“Roger that, Goliath,” Jaz shot back, gathering fabric to cloak himself, making him look even smaller than before. “What is your name, anyway, lady?”
Quinn was unamused by Jaz’s nickname. “What a skill, you guessed it right on the very first try. People usually say I look more like a Gulliver, though.” She finished packing up Jaz’s bag and swung it over her vacant shoulder. How should I tackle the clothes?
“I think you look like a perfect Goliath. Same stature, and all,” Jaz quipped. 
“Quinn. Is my, uh, name,” she offered lamely, rolling her eyes. “So. I assume you’re naked. And you’re standing in the middle of the clothes. I dunno what to do, champ.”
“You can’t just grab everything all at once?” 
She gave a huff, “All of that shit is like 20 pounds, it’s soaked. Maybe I can shove it in your bag? I don’t want to ruin anything-”
“Just do that, then, I can get a new bag.” 
Quinn’s eyes went wide at how wasteful of a thought that was, even if he could have been joking. She was slightly angry on behalf of the bag. “Whatever, it’s your shit. You want to go in the bag too?”
“You literally just said it’s freezing and soaked.”
“Well then I guess you’re walking,” Quinn huffed, growing tired of his less-than-pleasant attitude.
“Can’t you just…” Jaz trailed off, eyeing her gloved hands. He lingered there, and… gulped? Quinn couldn’t really tell. “What if you let me have your glove?”
“You’re naked.” 
“And freezing.”
Quinn looked down at her left hand for a long, disgusted moment. The gloves were the only things she had that were actually high quality- a gift from her younger brother. Her eyes scrunched tight at the thought of them being treated the same way this guy treated his bag. She summoned her courage, “You have to be clean. If you get them dirty you own me new ones.”
“God, is that not obvious? Anyway hurry it up, this isn’t funny anymore. It’s getting actually painful to be this cold.”
Quinn was surprised by how quickly he offered to pay for the gloves, and would have been suspicious he was lying if not for how disinterested he seemed by it. She pushed a finger under the cuff of her left glove, got it halfway up her hand, then pinched and tugged the glove off from her middle finger. She quickly went to lay it down next to Jaz, but stuttered when she saw how her hands truly dwarfed him. 
Quinn had never felt big, compared to anything before. Even though she was taller than average, her nature was to minimize herself; withdraw until no one could tell she took up any space at all. So much of her life was dedicated to remaining unseen, that she might have convinced herself that she didn’t even exist. 
Maybe that was why she grew queasy at seeing the truly baffling difference in size between them, why she felt more than ever that she had to shrink smaller than this finger-sized man before her. She basically lost sight of him behind her hand, as if there wasn’t a tiny person in the heap of clothing at all. 
She ripped her hands back from the glove as if it had burned her, “Whatever, don’t worry about the glove. Just get in and yell when you’re good to go.” She slouched and waited for him to call out, shrugging his bag back to the ground and unzipping it. She heard a muffled Okay let’s get a move on, and she pinched the opening of the glove to hover it above the clothes, then used her free hand to quickly and clumsily shove the sopping outfit into his really nice bag. 
She was able to ignore that queasy feeling with Jaz out of sight, thankfully. She tried to be as careful as she could standing up, figuring the best way to keep her gloves clean was to give Jaz a steady ride so he wouldn’t blow chunks, and she slipped the glove gingerly into one of her winter coat’s inner pockets. Still, the thought of Jaz spilling his guts didn’t stop her from basically jogging home- the promise of soup had never been so desirable.
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This drawing is from like, 2020 and is definitely more of a concept image than 100% accurate X] I'll have to redraw it! I've actually been sitting on this story for so long, and I've gone back and forth about whether or not I wanted to do a comic or not, I just decided "fuck it write the damn thing and go from there" so here we are! :3
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paperbagdemon · 1 day
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can teddy purr (if he can’t i will be severely disappointed)
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smol-lucy · 14 hours
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🕊️🐺
Prince and the scary Wolf are back
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tiny-brain · 3 days
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AIGHT HEAR ME OUT WITH THIS ONE
Okay, so group of friends, right? They're like, the main characters of their story and stuff, the main team we follow. One of them is a sizeshifter, and a pretty confident one at that. Their shifty abilities have gotten the group out of a lot of tough situations, and the group appreciates them for it, and tends to rely on them a lot for certain things (even if they can be a little arrogant and braggy about their abilities sometimes).
BUT THEN the tables get turned when the group's main villain figures out a way to neutralize the sizeshifter's abilities. When the group lets their guard down (maybe an argument that ends with the shifter storming off alone), they capture the shifter, forcing them to be stuck at a smaller size and imprisoning them. Now, the rest of the group has to find a way to rescue them, especially after seeing how incompetent they've become from relying on the shifter so much, and now not having them (plus they want to rescue and make up with their friend, obviously).
Eventually, through learning to make better use of their own talents and abilities, they manage to find and free their shifter friend. But now, the shifter still can't sizeshift, cause the effects the villain put on them haven't worn off yet. Which really sucks, cause the group were still kinda banking on them turning big so they could escape. Plot happens, but and eventually they do escape, but the entire time the shifter is just feeling utterly useless, and seeing how much they undervalued their companions before this.
In the end, the bad guy is obviously defeated, and the group learns a lesson about working together and pulling their own weight instead of relying solely on one person to get the job done, and the shifter learns a very important lesson about humility and appreciating their friends (and may also be slightly traumatized now, if the villain was the kind of person to torture prisoners in this story).
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sprout-gt · 1 day
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half cursed g/t thought of the day:
size shifter that cheats at hide & seek by shrinking
me, who shrunk and climbed into the kitchen cabinet, now hiding under a mug: …
my non-shifting friend who has been looking for me for 76 minutes and is almost seething: you BETTER be taller than a few inches right now
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drinkme-gt · 19 hours
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you guys know there's a g/t race in DND called the Verdan right? i never see people talk about them
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they grow from 3+ feet to 6+ feet in a matter of days after reaching a certain level. could make for interesting dynamics if they went from years of being the shortest party member to suddenly being the tallest ... among other things ......
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cloudy-dreams · 9 months
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I enjoyed watching Arrietty as a kid, so I created a Borrower AU, with a human being transferred to the neighborhood, with noticeable difference in their appearance, is that they’re small..
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(Spiders were harmed in the making of this drawing, its hella dead 💀)
Y/n being a little fella aka a borrower living Wally’s house
When Y/N first arrived in Wally’s house..they have to get accustomed to being at such a small size.
They are surviving off of apples, cause looks like that’s what Wally only eats...but they are the occasional baked goods he brings (the baked goods being from mama Poppy Partridge), who Y/N would be grateful to, if they find out who’s responsible for making these delicious baked goods.
While Y/N is living in Wally’s house...living without knowledge of the home being sentient....
Home telling Wally there’s a guest with him, a small guest..
Being caught for the first time was fucking scary for Y/N...
Being held captive in a plushie soft grasp, belonging to a pompadour puppet who can’t seem to stop staring...
Wally being the curious gentleman that he is, asked many and many questions for their small guest, staring at there small form intensely...Y/N answered, not wanting to be harmed and wanting to leave immediately..
And after that he sets them free to hide in their small base, for the meantime..
But absolutely not letting Y/N leave home, it gets lonely...and he’s starting to take an interest in them..but sooner or later he’ll let Y/n explore the outside world, but his main priority is to show Y/n he means no harm.
Wally tries to befriend them, either talking to the walls where they reside, day or night, being unaware of the concept of sleeping, thinking that humans don’t need sleep, leading up to sleepless nights for poor Y/N..
or whenever Y/N goes out for essentials, which Wally gladly gives to them, as peace offerings, in fact most of Y/N’s small furniture were handcrafted by Wally,
Y/N will accept the important offerings, but their suspicions of Wally still reside, those eyes give them the creeps..
Wally always finds Y/N trying to be vigilant amusing, though he leaves them be, not wanting to strain Y/N’s trust even more.
Though he loves himself some games such as Cat and Mouse, always catching Y/n off guard with his childish antics, not really noticing the amount of distress Y/n is under in, but always let’s them go.
Ending things peacefully by letting them go, while Wally couldn’t wait for the next round of Cat and Mouse.
Y/N is aggressive towards Wally, trying to bite Wally’s fingers off, it’s a defense mechanism, with Y/N’s fear of Wally, it makes them distant.
But that doesn’t stop Wally from trying to his fullest to be at peace with Y/N.
Though they get increasingly annoyed with Wally’s childish games, scarring them to death like that.
Wally just absolutely adores small things, Y/N now being his favorite small thing. Making him increasingly overprotective of them..
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This is a first, writing an extensive backstory for these drawings, but I hope you guys like it. Y/N being a little fella with a lot of pent up aggressiveness towards Wally. There will be more to this AU if more ideas pop up in my head, ya’ll can join too, giving me ideas so I can draw it. Also other characters from WH can be included too!
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satethesatelite · 4 months
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Alignment charment meme, edition how to hold a tiny.
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whatifitwasgttho · 2 months
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Soft, Flirty & Fluff
Giant/Tiny Prompts
“There you are..” Whispers that still rumble your core as your trembling form is picked up by gentle, steady fingers— curling around you. Theres nothing but affection in the giants voice.
Giants with elegant, sleek hands and subtle clawed nails carefully plucking up a human between two fingers on their back and their thumb to their torso.
“Awh.. don’t tell me you’re afraid~? I’d never hurt someone as cute as you.”
A giants eyes clouded with affection, a distinctive blush on their features. Their eyes are half-open; focused solely on the tiny.
Giants being teasing when sleepy, gently cooing things like “Waking up a monster like me at this hour~? How brave.” or “Aww.. what will I ever do with you?” Their voice is more velvety, the gentle, sleepy rumble thats followed by soft giggles or a yawn. (even better if the giant has fangs)
Gentle giants that ask before kissing their tiny. Even if the tiny knows if they really wanted, anything the tiny said wouldn’t matter. The mutual respect and love.. throwing away the obvious power imbalances.. i love..
“Whats that look for? Sweetheart, im not going to eat you~! how could i ever do such a thing..”
Loving giants that pepper their tiny love in kisses— lips enveloping their torso and whatever else. The slight squirming of the tiny trying to get comfortable while so obviously giddy, and the giant pulling away as their love is either awe struck or sleepy now. (for girls, the tiny having maybe an accidental lipstick mark or two)
Looming over a tiny with a flirty smile, fawning over how cute they are— curling your hands around them or leaning in to scan their features.
Holding a tiny carefully— getting lost in the moment and beginning to massage their back, shoulders and arms with a thumb, patting their hair until they eventually have fallen asleep.
“You’re safe.” While holding a tiny so close, either comforting them from a memory or nightmare.
Giants kissing tinies on their tummy, its a vulnerable place that protects vital organs— so an abundance of trust would be needed. But goodness, would the gentle contact melt them..
Giants waking a tiny up, not bothering to fish them out of their comfort— instead picking them up, comforters, pillows and all.
Giants that purr
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A top tier g/t trope I adore
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Day 20 of befriending the borrowers in my house. I’m on lifeguard duty, safety first.
Huck is not having it, but he refuses to be left out.
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smalltendencies · 13 days
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Sometimes it's scary having a giant as a friend
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paperbagdemon · 3 days
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is teddy a teddy bear is the real question…
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Silas ( who is the leader of the mafia) forced Teddy to resign from being a henchmen because of how brutal he was to clients. His nickname used to be " The Bear". Teddy was only this aggressive due to grief after losing his loved one.
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