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HYYYYYYYPE 😊

...and yes I know the giant is not actually going to be that big but this cover still makes my brain go brrrrrrrrr. Could you IMAGINE. I have absolutely daydreamed about giants when looking out an airplane window, but I will now have very specific imaginings the next time I fly 😂

An Ocean Away

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I'm finally ready to share this little side comic I've been working on! This will be a seven-part miniseries, with the first page being posted tomorrow. The foundation of this story was a concept I thought of while under a lot of stress on a trip to another state, and it eventually became what you'll see soon. I hope you enjoy it!

The big hand is just for the cover. Nobody is actually getting that big lol

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S+P 75 - Rapidfire!

Phew, so many questions answered!! Just a couple more left to go~

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So incredibly sweet 💖 Foxpal I feel like you're always outdoing yourself!

Safe and secure

Two happy lads

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Good morning!

Oh, yes, I slept juuuust fine big guy... ^^;

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S+P 74 - The Tiny Experience

Getting shrunk wasn't an easy thing to accept, but I've learned to embrace it <3

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My HEART 😭

The hug against the neck at the end aaaaaaaaa

MM 12 — Looking Back

Rediscovering fond memories is always a wonderful, if bittersweet, experience. Unfortunately, sometimes the only place to do so is within our own minds. For Maple, this reality is much more apparent than to most.

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Whew, this one took a lot out of me. Remind me to keep outfits with small details to a minimum. I like how it turned out in the end though. Like I said before, these strips are going to slow down for a while as I work on a couple side projects, but at the same time, I feel like a big change may be appearing on the horizon for these two. Stay tuned. Pun intended.

This strip's namesake is...

I was originally planning to call this one "Photos, Videos, Memories", but the namesake song for that doesn't really mean a whole lot to me, and this one just fits the vibe better. DROELOE's music speaks to me on a level that not many artists can manage, even with minimal lyrics. I once took some issue with this song "trying too hard to be sad" compared to his others, but I don't mind it these days.

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Hand Blanket

Extra coziness with a giant friend <3

I'm posting this in conjunction with something a bit different! Hear me acting out this little moment: https://youtu.be/e1HOXc3Zr1k

I've written audio RP scripts for others before, but I finally built up the courage to make a short practice thing to share here ^^ I'm not sure if this will be a regular thing from me or not, it feels very vulnerable to record my voice like this! But it's also fun to make, and I do have a couple of (longer) scripts written that I might tackle at some point. So let me know if you'd like to hear more~!

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So happy to see them again! 🥰

Feels good to draw these 2 yuppies again. I decided to tweak their designs a bit, which might be a work in progress still. The story as well, might even put that on the back burner. I honestly just want to draw cute interactions between the two of them. But if anyones new here and would like to know a little bit more about their first meeting and such, check it out here.

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Holy crap, bless you for bringing this back! YOWZA I'd never even thought of something like this but I love it!!

I would ABSOLUTELY freeze a tiny in ice if it wouldn’t actually just kill them…

Plop them in a little glass of water, sit it in the freezer for a bit, and they come out frozen in place for me to ogle over and giggle at — turning their still statuesque self over and over in my hands as they slowly heat up. Until the ice melts around them and they can finally move again. They’re a complete blushing mess afterwards because the only view they had the entire time was my larger-than-life giddy expression looking them over with care and passion. Now all that’s left to do is settle in against the warm, squishy soft skin of my palms to heat up.

(little bit spicy things under cut)

Or with smaller tinies, I could press them into a little ice cube tray. I’d pluck them up between my fingers — stuck within a little case of ice — and have a bit of fun with them.

Ploink! They’re in my drink now, bobbing in the cup with the rest of the empty ice cubes. Teasingly, I offer them a smirk from the cup’s opening almost every time I go to take a sip. Sometimes their ice cube knocks up against my lips when I tilt back the glass. It’s too tempting to ignore for long. The next time they get close I hold their piece of ice gently between my teeth, then cast it into my mouth. They can only watch as I start sucking on it, slowly freeing them from their frozen cell.

They can see the outside getting closer as the walls thin, giving them a crystal clear view of my cheeks and tongue, gliding slickly over the ice.

When they’re finally completely free, I shuffle them onto the top of my tongue to get them out, but they only shake their head. “Wait till I’m warm!” I hear a voice from my mouth, but it isn’t mine. With a satisfied smirk, I close my lips again. I can feel them slowly lay back over the top of the muscle, soaking up the heat until the last of the frozen cold is thawed away. They look utterly wet and disheveled when they finally emerge, but they’ve never been happier.

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intrusive thoughts 🩷🌸

On this occasion I drew myself being held in my boyfriend's hand. I like the sensation of pressure that I achieved along with the wonder in my eyes when I was dominated in his hand (the guilty pleasures came out)

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S+P 73 - Getting Around

I kinda love sneaking around in public hehehe

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Been feeling ill this week but also well supported ^^ I'll just be resting here under my fingertip canopy

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I might be a wee bit addicted to G/t hugs 😭

MM 11 — Blackout

What was once a terrifying and lonely ordeal is becoming more and more manageable, with Maple's bravery and Max's care.

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This was a fun one to make. Not really a whole lot I can say about the process, but trying to figure out the limited lighting was interesting and I loved seeing it come together. It also gave me a break from drawing big backgrounds.

This strip's namesake is...

Another situation where I was torn between two songs with the same name. Admittedly neither of them fit the vibe of the strip at all, but I couldn't find any better names in my library lol. Regardless, while it's not my favorite on its EP (That would be "Talk About It"), I've still always enjoyed this one, and it brings me back to high school.

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A birthday gift for my dear friend Shardro of his lovely character Aurya~ Everyone go and wish him a happy birthday!!! (head's up - his account has 18+ content)

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S+P 72 - How to love a giant

It's not always easy, but it's always worth it

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Drowning Sorrows

Mabel slammed open the door to the bar a little harder than she meant to. She didn’t have it in her to say any words of apology, though, especially to an almost-empty room. Not a single patron was frequenting this establishment at three in the afternoon. This wouldn’t be the time that she would normally visit either. But today had gone to shit and she just couldn’t help herself.

There was a single other sound that joined the thunk of the door opening, and that was the tinkling of glass as the bartender rearranged bottles on a wall, completely unperturbed by the sudden intrusion. Once the drinks were as he liked them, he turned to greet his solitary customer, just as Mabel reached the bar. He had dark hair and dark eyes, but he carried a lightness with him that seemed enough to make people flock to have a sampling of his wares.

“That is quite the stormcloud you have over your head, Miss Mabel,” River commented with a warm smile. 

“Yeah. I need a drink,” was the weary response. Mabel had to stand on her tiptoes to hop up onto the barstool, and then she swiftly crossed her arms onto the bartop and hung her head.

“Care for anything in particular? A warm mug of Relaxation? A tall glass of Joy? A shot of Clarity perhaps?”

“I have no earthly idea what I need, I just…” she trailed off, her eyes dancing across the back wall, over the myriad of colors and the occasional sparkling light.

“How about we just start with some water,” River suggested, and already he was setting a coaster and a glass down in front of her. “I take it this has to do with the job hunt?”

“I had an interview today,” Mabel confirmed. She frowned at the rather boring option in front of her but took a sip nonetheless.

“Did it not go well?”

“‘Overqualified,’ she said.”

“Oh dear.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore. I hated the last job. Despised it. Far too much fucking stress. I thought the layoff was the best thing that ever happened to me. But being stuck in limbo is hell.”

Despite the lack of alcohol, the drink seemed to be enough to loosen Mabel’s lips and more words began tumbling out. She leaned onto the bar a little more, intently looking at the man who, even as he pulled up his own seat, remained taller than she was.

“Is it too much to try and find something that’s more easygoing?” she asked, “To not feel like I have to kill myself in order to make a living? Why does everyone want me to take on these manager roles, after I figured out it was not for me? It’s important for a company to have skilled worker bees, right? Why should I have to constantly feel like I need to climb the ranks?”

“I don’t know,” the bartender replied, “Why is that?”

“I don’t fucking know!” Mabel sighed loudly and leaned back in her chair. “God, I hate being an adult.”

River was still smiling warmly, and it grew sympathetic at his patron’s crumbling. He stood back up and reached for something under the bar. 

“I think I might know just what you need,” he said, setting something onto the bartop with a clink. Mabel lifted her head again hopefully, and then she frowned and blinked as she saw what was set in front of her. Not a glass, but a small ceramic bowl. It contained a single pearlescent ball of what appeared to be ice cream.

“I don’t…” she began and then watched in silence as River turned, not even needing a moment of searching before plucking one small bottle off of a shelf. He returned and with the practiced hands of an experienced mixologist, he gave the container a quick shake and a smooth pour. The liquid that came out was a warm brown, as thin and flowing as coffee. Orange sparkles erupted the second it made contact with the ice cream before dying down again, and as the liquid filled the bowl it slowly seemed to gain a more carbonated texture. Soon the ice cream was bobbing like an island in its miniature lake.

“Did you just serve me an ice cream float?” Mabel laughed.

“Well, you said you hated adulting. Perhaps we can give you some brief respite.”

This seemed to be a rather preposterous solution and not exactly what Mabel was looking for. But she knew better than to question this particular bartender. River had never failed at lifting her spirits before. She took the straw that was now being offered to her, stuck it into the melting, muddying concoction, and took a taste.

The cold was immediately refreshing, and the sweetness wasn’t overpowering. This clearly wasn’t some sugary run-of-the-mill soda. Of course it wasn’t. It was quite delicious, she had to give him that.

“When you were a child,” River struck up conversation once more as Mabel continued to enjoy her treat. “What was your answer to ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’”

“A teacher,” she answered immediately. “An elementary school teacher. Third grade, specifically.”

“And what happened?”

Long sigh. “I don’t suppose you know how much elementary school teachers make? My parents were generally supportive of the stuff I wanted to pursue, but even when I was really young they wanted to… gently dissuade me of that route. This is really good.” Mabel saw there was a spoon now next to the bowl and immediately plucked it up to dig into the ice cream.

“Is it working yet?”

“I’m still not sure what it’s supposed to do. How will I know?”

“You’ll know.”

She swallowed a spoonful of the mild sweetness and raised an eyebrow at the bartender. “So did you always know you wanted to do this for a living?”

Something was definitely happening. Not quite a dizziness, though definitely a buoyancy of some kind. It felt nice. Maybe this is all he meant. But despite the feeling of lightness, Mabel was becoming keenly aware of an odd sinking sensation at the same time.

“Well, maybe not this exactly,” River replied. He took a seat again, his eyes never leaving his customer’s. “I suppose I didn’t land too far off though.”

Mabel cocked her head in confusion and blinked quickly as she stared down at the spoon in her hands. She noticed all at once that it was getting heavier. Then when she looked back at River again, he was very clearly growing taller.

“Umm.” It was all she could muster.

“There it goes,” he said, his smile growing along with his stature. “I told you you’d be able to tell.”

The change was happening faster now. Mabel’s feet were drawing even farther from the floor, the top of the barstool expanding around her. The bartender’s face was rising higher and higher, until it was eclipsed by the bartop itself.

“Ah, just a moment.” When River spoke this time his voice had gained an echo. Its volume grew more intense, even as he spoke softer. “Let’s not leave you stranded…”

He reached over the top of the bar, extending one long arm towards the barstool that was appearing more and more empty. Mabel gaped, completely flabbergasted by what she was witnessing. The hand that was approaching was larger than she was. It swooped in behind her and scooped her up into it - with a tiny high-pitched gasp she tumbled backwards into River’s palm. Gently he lifted her up higher, as smoothly as an elevator. The dizzying surroundings were enough to cause the shrinking passenger to cover her face as she took deep breaths.

The hand came to a stop as it landed on the bartop, and the giant’s second hand joined the first, cupping around its precious cargo protectively. The tiny woman was refusing to look, too busy focusing on her breathing, even as she could sense the end of the transformation. After a few moments, the deep, rumbling voice resumed.

“Think you can open your eyes for me, Miss Mabel?”

With that encouragement she slid her hands off her face. First she took in the skin she was sitting on, magnified to an unnatural degree. Out towards the too-long arms… up the mountainous form of the man who she could look in the eye mere moments ago. Meeting his gaze now required much more craning of the neck.

“You’ve… certainly outdone yourself,” Mabel said weakly. She let herself slowly fall backwards, laying back into a reclined position in the giant’s palm. “Let me just… take it all in.”

And so River let her, his smile amused now as he watched his tiny patron look out at the world around her. In one fell swoop all of her problems seemed so distant in this moment. Too large to handle. So large that they were insurmountable. In an oddly comforting way.

Mabel’s deep sigh was one of relief. “How long do I have?” she asked meekly. Despite how much smaller her voice must be, River didn’t seem to have any problems hearing her.

“As long as you like. I can find you a place in the back if you’re still around in the evening when there’s more of a crowd.” One enormous thumb tenderly brushed against the top of her head. “Just know that, as long as you’re here… You don’t need to climb ranks… You don’t need to aim so high… You can take up as much or as little space as you want. You can just be you.”

Mabel wasn’t expecting to feel so emotional. But she let the tears fall - they were probably too tiny to see anyway. This wasn’t the first time that River had found a way to wash her troubles away, at least for a little while. And despite how grumpy or depressed she would feel coming in through the door, her response to him was always the same.

“Thank you.”

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This is another one of those short stories I wrote with friends where we had a prompt and wrote the whole thing in an hour. The prompt for this one was "Float." It turned into something incredibly personal ^^;

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I love thissss 🥰

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