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[justme315]

Gt july day 1

Enchanted

!Warning!

Mention of: Bullying, abuse, witchcraft; angst

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Leo was having a terrible day. He was bullied every day at school, but today was worse. His main bully - Bill - and his two friends - Andrew and Dicky - took all his stuff and ruined it. Even his phone. Bill was the worst of them all, he took his things, money, food, and even sometimes beat him when he was really pissed off. Dicky was his right-hand, helping out. Andrew was different. He hardly ever did anything, usually just watched. He didn't seem that bad, he even helped Leo once - when Bill was beating him, he told him enough was enough and they should stop and go. He didn't know if it was because he felt sorry for him or if he was worried the teachers would see them, but at the moment it was just helpful. Mostly, however, he just stared, no visible emotion written on his face.

Today Leo is done with it. Bill was ruining his life for no reason at all. He decided to curse Bill. He had practiced witchcraft for some time to be ready to end the abuse. Today Bill crossed the line that made the boy crazy and he did it - he did the curse. All he had to do was put some herbs in a jar, a note with an intention ("make him feel as small as Leo felt"), then put the jar somewhere close enough for Bill to crush it, so the course would be imposed on him. As simple as that. Everything was going well for a while. Untill..

He did everything. Eventually he will get his revenge. He went to school and waited long enough for Bills and his class to have PE together. He was sure the locker was Bills. He planned almost everything. Almost is the key word. He put the jar in the locker on the edge so that it would be as easy as possible for it to fall out, so that the curse would immediately start working. He didn't go to PE that day. He remained hidden behind several lockers, waiting for his bully to return.

He waited over 20 minutes until he heard something. He looked back and saw Bill's locker opening.

"Yes, finally" he whispered. He would finally get his justice. He came closer and saw Andrew. Oh shit. Andrew. He took Bill's hoodie causing the jar to fall.

"NO!" Leo shouted. He didn't have time to blink when he realized he couldn't see Andrew anymore.

"What…?" He panicked. "It was supposed to make Bill feel small, not make Andrew disappear!"

He didn't have time to think, he just ran closer. When he heard a quiet scream, he knew he had not disappeared Andrew. He looked down. He was there, on the floor, no more than four inches tall.

Andrew panicked. He was just supposed to take Bill's hoodie to the gym class and play some more basketball, but suddenly he became tiny. Like a mouse. And then the worst thing that could have happened happened. The boy his friends were bullying was just there while he was vulnerable. Andrew started shaking. He didn't want to die. He ran away.

"Wait a sec!" He heard Leo call out, but he wasn't going to listen. He was hiding under the locker, shivering. He felt his heart trying to break out of his chest. He was terribly scared. He was going to be killed by Leo, that was for sure. Before he knew it, a hand grabbed him and pulled him out from under the lockers. He looked into Leo's eyes. There was guilt and even sympathy in them. But there was something else too. Something resembling...

Amazement.

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Ik i should be posting one story for each day of July, but I decided that I will still take part in it and post one-shots for July gt challenge! I hope you'll like it!

[ilovegt]

Part 11

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Oh my God, bro, I can't imagine how lousy Trevor is feeling right now🥀💔

[thelilfae]

some old art i found from 2021 awa 🌿

[freshpoof03]

Spooky… (liddol snake boy belongs to Mortimancer!)

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

little girl lost

[pineappleparfaitie]

When you are small and youre wife is the size of a building

Ft me and a friends character who I wont name cause Ik people are fukin weirdos

Edit: the tiny is an enby and the giant is a guy sorry but thats not a giantess haha

[mari-gt]

Couldn't wait

Square take very seriously the movies nights but what can circle do if they are to excited to watch it

[willow-and-morel]

😌 drawing a little to ease my mind /ref

mmm shapes and colors

hi gang sorry i had to do alittle bit of angst i promise she will be fine, yes thats weird ahh magic fire, no its not burning our girlie.

I LOVE TEXTURES 🗣️🗣️🗣️

gradient mapping my love

[kix-mm]

An Au where Branch and Daisy meet each other much later.

And Branch wears a bag on his head.

Oh, and they’re both in an arranged marriage with each other.

And Daisy tried running away at the alter…

Do you think this unlikely couple will be able to get along? Make the best out of their current situation and maybe even fall in love with each other?

Or will we be rooting for Daisy each time she has the narrowest chance to escape?

Would she even make it out alive?

Would anyone ever want to take her place?

[st4rryyynight]

★urh. urh. ehh erhhh. thinking of a tiny being dangled upside down and getting teased by a giant, but the tiny's face is getting all red. So now the giant has to figure out if their blood is starting to rush through their head from being upside down from so long, or if they are genuinely flustered from them messing with their tiny captive. erm. yea★

[justme315]

Gt July 3

Impulsive

! Warning !

Foster care, being scared, trauma, vore, fearplay

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Kai and Harper had a difficult relationship from the very begining. Their situation was difficult because suddently they had to face the fact that they were somehow dependent on the other, even though they didn't want to be.

See, Harper was a giant. She lived with her giant adoptive parents practically since birth (since she was 4 months old) and she couldn't handle the fact that her parents decided to become foster parents to a human.

Kai had, let's say, a hard childhood. They had a huge trauma caused by giants. They did trust noone, especially the bigger people. Their foster parents turned out to be amazing people, but you cannot say the same about their new "sister".

Today the situation between the siblings became.. aggressive. Kai and Harper were home alone.

Luck had it, just when Harper decided to go down to the kitchen her "sibling" was there. Long story short, Kai's mere presence annoyed Harper, and Harper's annoyance scared Kai. When the girl realised how scared the younger one was she got mad and started yelling at them.

"Fine!" she screamed as tears were streaming down Kai's face and they were shaking in horror "If you see me as a monster, I'll show you a monster!".

She just wanted to give them a lesson. Just a lesson. She really didn't want to hurt them. She wasn't a bad person, she was just.. sick of them.

She didn't think and.. and.. before she knew what she had done, Kai was in her storage.

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Hi! I decided that I can't write one-shots very well and for gt july i'll write short stories like this one and the ones with most likes will come out as valid series. Thx for reading! Hope you enjoyed❤️

[narrans]

The Button-Thread Bond | I | Part One | A Day in the Life

Birdsong. The first beams of sunlight creeped through a canopy of leaves that towered high above. A warm breeze promised a scorching day. The dried creek with only a few small puddles remaining was home to a handful of frogs who stood like gargoyles waiting to surprise unsuspecting prey. Insects leapt and scurried around in the stalks of grass along the dew lined branches and over a deliberate canopy of moss lifted from a nearby rock. 

Nella stretched in her bunk. She didn’t want to get up. Her aching bones and muscles had been overworked and complaining louder with each passing day. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it was a frustrating one. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the moss canopy she’d created the night before. The roots, minute and fragile, curled like frayed ribbon above her. Their protection and disguise was a saving grace, especially with so many early mornings recently. 

No one’s going to get this thing packed up. If I’m going to get water and something to eat today, I need to get a move on. I’ve already slept in too much. 

Her silent scolding did the trick. She pushed herself up and lifted the plastic snack bag opening that kept her shielded from the elements, careful not to knock the paperclip she used to prop up the opening, and slipped out into the roots that helped form her canopy. She pulled the elastic band from her wrist and held it in her teeth as she wrestled her hair into a braid. It took a moment to fight the tangles and the wiry sprigs that were once silky smooth. The strands alternated more obviously now. Brown-blonde. Gray. Brown-blonde. Brown-blonde. Gray. Gray. 

Brief calisthenics and some stretches shook the last of the sleep from her body as her eyes yearned for the bliss of sleep. She tugged on her pants, threw on a shirt, and slipped her feet into her shoes, lacing them up tight with the thread she’d acquired recently, and rummaged in her pack for some semblance of breakfast. She had some left over maple seeds, a bit of cricket, and a fragment of cracker that had seen better days. 

Can’t go too much longer without getting some more food, and water is starting to get scarce. Probably should head to the lake. 

Moving was usually a worst case scenario, but not for this Borrower. For her, it was life. It was adventure. It was a chore back in the day and even more so now, but Nella wasn’t about to change her ways just because she was feeling a bit achy this morning. She huffed a sigh and began chewing on the dried cricket and stretched as tall as her proud four inches would allow before beginning to pack up her humble campsite. 

She replaced the moss canopy back onto the rock, carrying what little water was nearby to help the moss grow once more, and rolled the snack bag carefully to prevent it from getting holes. A hammock of knotted yarn held up by rusted paper clips came next, the ends carefully bent and covered by the yarn. Bottle caps and foil secured back in her pocket backpack, she harvested the charcoal from the fire she’d set the night before. 

Finally, the journey began. 

She tracked downstream, following closely along the rocks in search of signs of useful life, and continued to chew on the remnants of her dried cricket. The sun continued to bake the air, and not even the trees could provide ample cover from the heat. Still, Nella trekked onward. Her mouse-skin boots pattered softly on the stone, leaving no trace of her existence. Each rustle in the undergrowth had her pause momentarily. Years of training heightened senses living in the outdoors, but it didn’t mean she could ever let her guard down. 

One rustle might be a leaping frog or a cricket who had miscalculated a jump. A harsh bark from above could be a squirrel or a small dog charging through the underbrush coughing up a part of a stick it ingested. A slither. A snap. A gust of wind rustling the leaves high above. Everything meant something, and a judgment call of running or freezing had to be made in an instant. 

Survival was an act of a perfect blend between sheer will and an insane amount of luck. 

As a Borrower, that luck was a necessity. While Nella believed that luck could be made with careful decision making and years of experience, she never left anything to chance. 

Always pack light. 

Err on the side of caution. 

If something is going to go wrong, it is. 

Stick to the Borrower rules no matter what. 

And…

Never ever ever ever get attached. 

Don’t get attached to anything. 

Don’t get attached to anyone. 

Things just worked out better that way. 

It took a minute, but soon the rustle in the undergrowth revealed itself to be nothing more than a simple salamander darting around in the low hanging blades of grass. The miniscule sigh of relief was appreciated as the tension relieved itself in her body, but she couldn’t stop now. As she walked, she attempted to keep an eye out for anything useful that she could manage to bring with her. It was a bold game though. Each thing she added to her pack, the more it would weigh. More weight meant more energy to carry. More energy to carry meant more things she’d need to borrow and harvest to keep herself functional. 

There was a fine balance, and the intensity of the warm weather meant there was a small margin of error. Nella attempted to ignore some of the other borrowings she found along the way that might be useful. A bit of plastic, which she kept. A bottle cap lid, which she left. A soda can, which she left despite the desire to pull off the pull tab for various useful implements. Acorn cap, which she left. Mushroom, which she snagged. Dandelion, which she actually stopped to dig up part of the root and harvest the greens and the flower on the top. 

Nella felt a bit exhausted after her play in the dirt and suddenly debated her decision to sacrifice time and energy for a single dandelion. She glanced at her canteen on the side of her pack and saw she was nearing the end of the water droplets. 

Ration carefully, Nella. You’ve got a little way further, and who knows if it’ll even be there. 

Daring to take a swig from her water canteen, a borrowed oil container that was in the shape of a small fish, she continued down further along the path until she spotted the thing she was looking for. 

The pond. 

Years of venturing created a rough map in her head and, though slightly depleted because of the recent heat wave and lack of rainfall, she still knew where everything should be. Pack wearing a moist sweat spot on her back, she trudged on with her boots feeling heavier with each step as she approached the roots that looked close to the water without being too moist to sink into the mud and get stuck, and just in time.  

The heat was tangible in the air. Each breath seemed to bring in moisture before it was robbed from the body. Nella knew it was a dangerous environment to be working and walking in without significantly more water than she currently possessed, but that was all about to change. The experienced Borrower ducked into the shade of the moist roots and immediately began to feel relief. Again, she took another swig from her canteen. 

I need to either make some more charcoal or be ready to sit and boil what I need and then some. 

She quickly shed her pack and took only a few essentials, primarily her pin and side satchel, and carefully observed the exterior of the pond. The water looked shallow and easily wadable, but that meant the mud and silt would be twice as sicky. Careful around that and can’t fall in. The sound of frogs were all around. Good eating. She inhaled deeply. Normal scents. Not deep enough for critters to be territorial about it, but deep enough to be home to those bug-eyed amphibians. 

The Borrower stepped with precision on the patches of moss and grass as she approached the pond. The subtle sound of squishing underfoot told her more about the ground than could be expressed in words. The sun beat down on small segments of the pond, but this was a matter of survival, not a pleasure trip to someplace pretty. Nella bounced from patch to patch like a skipping stone, mimicking the movement of a frog out of sheer habit in case there were any humans nearby. 

One hop. Two. Bounce. 

There. 

Nella smiled to herself as she leaned against some of the exposed roots that led into the pond and spotted the thing she’d hoped was here. Fish. More specifically, the tiny minnows that were often too small to any human to bother with; but, for a Borrower, it was a magnificent meal as long as the water was clean. 

Nella didn’t bother moving quickly back to her makeshift base. There was too much to do and it was a poor use of energy if she tried to rush. She had enough for the moment, and moving quicker was only going to use more resources. As she’d done so many times before, the Borrower set up her campsite with her hammock in the roots by the water along with her plastic bag bed. She hung her pack on some of the overhanging roots and removed some of her essentials. 

One spear. Three hooks, two makeshift and one true hook. The plastic she’d borrowed from the water. Her water canteen. A metal cap. One match. Used pull tab, which she regretted not borrowing from the previous one she’d found. All the lines she dared to carry with her. 

She began with setting up each of the lines against the roots so she could get to working on catching her some dinner. With a heavy heart, she sacrificed some of her last dried cricket to bait the lines and set to work on getting some more bait, digging in the dirt with her pull tab until, finally, she found what she was looking for. The slimy body of a worm emerged from the ground and began wriggling to free itself as Nella dragged it from the safety of the earth. 

The pang of sadness was momentary as she sliced it up using her makeshift shovel to make more reasonable pieces to bait her lines. Each segment was carefully set to the side so it wouldn’t squirm away before the Borrower set back to her major task - collecting water. 

Taking care with her piece of plastic, she balanced precariously on a low root and dipped water into the metal bottle cap and arranged the area in a precise, methodical way. Space below for the fire. Bottle cap next. Plastic cap above that. Plastic covering on the top in a kind of weighted canopy. It was a trick she’d learned from her mom, who learned it from her grandfather and so on and so forth. It would gather the clean water down below and give her plenty to drink from for the next few days. 

It took a few hours and a few false catches, but finally the Borrower woman managed to snag three decent sized minnows which she descaled, deboned, and began cooking over the water boiling fire she’d set by the water to keep it from spreading. 

The long hours of the afternoon soon gave way to the subtle suffocating heat of the evening, which eventually began to subsite as the fireflies danced in the trees and grass all around. The Borrower woman had long ventured back to her campsite and was enjoying a meal of fish and boiled mushroom as she watched the sun casting longer and darker shadows on the forest she’d called home for years. The sounds of the frogs and crickets intensified, making her more grateful by the moment she’d found an ideal place to sleep for the evening by the roots of the trees. 

Stepping out and stretching tall, she pulled down her hair and shook it out as she inhaled deeply. A trained nose out in the wilderness with a single breath could read the days to come with ease, and Nella had hers honed to a science. Though the mugginess of the air was sweltering, there was the promise of a storm on the horizon. Maybe not in the next two days, but there was undoubtedly going to be a storm in the next few days. A big one. There was a hazy circle around the moon and the humid days meant she needed to prepare and hit the high ground sooner than later. 

She inhaled deeply again, this time picking up something that set the Borrower’s senses on edge. There was something charged in the air that she couldn’t quite place. Not quite lightning. Not quite danger. Change? Unease? Tension that was not her own? 

Whatever it was, Nella wanted no part of it. She’d made it an art to stay clear of anything that didn’t immediately involve her survival. For all she knew, this was some tension involving nearby humans in the park that she knew was nearby. 

She stretched again and retreated to her hammock once more, slipping out of her shoes and hanging them up so they wouldn’t be soiled before slipping into the snack bag and propping open the zipper so the cool breeze could sooth her to sleep. 

All in all, she had found equilibrium. 

It was all she needed.

It was all she wanted. 

What more could there be?

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[thelilfae]

not fluff for once? preposterous!

doing some color keys for my comic lol, no context because ~spoilers~ but im happy with how these turned out!

[freshpoof03]

kept thinking about this… (liddol guy belongs to Mortimancer lol)

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

You came back. You came home.

One of my new OCs :3c Ever wonder what happens to those people that go into the woods and disappear without a trace for no reason?

[voraciousvore]

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