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The Size of a Hug Pt.2

It’s finally finished… so sorry for the wait :’)

Things are really starting now >:)

Word Count ~ 1.5k

TW ~ unintentional fear play, grabbing, mention of needles/testing, shoe throwing

Salem sat on his bed, definitely not sulking at all because of his life. Sure, he was rich, and had everything he ever wanted, and was never told no a day in his life and… what was he sulking about? Right, being stuck with some scary CIA bodyguards with little privacy, who also didn’t respect his charge as much as he should. 

The teen hated everything at the moment and despite having the privilege of being in his room alone — as pathetic as that sounded — it felt more like a prison at the moment.

He cracked after a few minutes. 

Staying in his room felt uncomfortable at this point despite its large size, because he knew that outside the door was what he can’t control. So, he walked out expecting to find and confront Raider, as Salem believed he deserved to let out his anger at the man he didn’t want there. 

The teen was surprised when he saw that his bodyguard was not standing in the hallway or at his door. He thought for sure that the brute would be waiting to coddle him some more.

So, not willing to give up when he was simmering with his frustration, he sought out to find the guard, wherever he was probably snooping around.

Salem grumbled while walking through the hallways. It wasn’t often he got to tell people what he wanted to say, so now everything was boiling over in his mind. 

He heard the small sound of someone in the kitchen. 

Bingo.

The pissed off blonde had tunnel vision as he rounded the corner. The moment he opened his mouth to give that brute a piece of his mind, the words died on his lips, his breath pausing in his throat for a moment. 

Raider was bigger than normal, and not in a human way. He already was a head taller than Salem, but now he had somehow become at least twice his size. 

Salem wanted to run, but he was locked in an involuntary stare down. It wasn’t until the plastic snack package in Raiders hand crinkled that Salem’s legs were finally able to move again. 

He spun on his heels and ran back down the hallway he came from. If he could just outrun whatever Raider was… if he could just make it to his room, lock the door, and call someone. If he could just…

In a sudden moment, there was a pressure around his body, a constricting solid yet slightly yielding object surrounded him. It lifted him off the ground while his legs were still trying to run, and soon his legs began to kick instead.

The teen looked down to see fingers… like he was a doll in the grip of a child. The giant hand was wrapped around his entire torso, pinning his arms to his sides while he was pulled back into the kitchen by a giant arm he knew was attached to something he didn’t want to get any closer to.

 He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing as he felt the weight of a gaze on him. He could sense himself being lifted higher to the gigantic face he could tell was there without even opening his eyes.

Salem simply froze there, not knowing what else to do. A breath he could barely feel ghosted over him and he let out a small whimper.

“Hey… just… I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The grip loosened around him, opening, and Salem could feel himself sitting on the palm of a giant hand.

Finally, the tiny teen opened his eyes to see his bodyguard, or a gigantic version of him. Salem wanted to close his eyes again and curl into a ball, hoping this was all a bad dream. 

But he didn’t. He could only stare at the insane sight of Raider, his head pressed against the ceiling, even while sitting on the kitchen floor. He took up almost the whole room and Salem knew his arm had to have knocked a few picture frames off the wall in the hallway as he grabbed him.

“You’re okay- uh… hey, kid?” 

The pad of a large finger touched his torso, a gentle poke to make sure the teen wasn’t frozen in place. As soon as it touched him, he snapped out of it and scrambled away, finding his voice somewhat.

“No- n-no- what are you…?”

“Ah- uh… see, that’s classified information.” 

Raider winced, knowing that it was definitely not fair to keep this information, given that his charge was quite literally shaking in his hands. However, he had been trained to keep his true nature a secret. He was an active government weapon, after all. At least he used to be.

Though, the size shifter supposed the classification was technically meant only for if he was under the guise of being human. That was chucked far out of the window at this point.

While he was busy deciding between his cover or his charge, Salem took the opportunity to breathe. In a moment, he switched most of his fear and confusion back into the anger he had felt for this mysterious guard this whole time.

“What do you mean it’s ’classified’!? That’s stupid!” 

The teenager, in a fit of overconfident rage, took off his shoe and threw it at the giant’s face. Raider just let it happen, accepting the light feeling of rubber and fabric hitting his cheek. He didn’t blame the kid. If anything, he admired the guts he had to do that. 

The boy seemed to get some sense immediately after that as his eyes widened and he practically squeaked.

“S-shoot- wait-!”

Salem regretted that and hugged his knees to his chest, curling up with the fear of having angered the giant.

“It’s.. fine, I’m not gonna hurt you- I’m… I’m a size shifter. Alright? This is just something I can do and… you don’t have to worry about me hurting you.” 

He sighed. It was kinda awkward to explain all of this to someone with no knowledge of him, before it had been people telling him what he could do from their tests and needles. 

Raider felt a slight shudder run down his back and shook his mind clear.

“I’m your bodyguard, regardless of if you’re scared of me or pissed at me.” 

He was never good with comforting people, especially while big enough to fill a room… and definitely not a teenager. Still, he thought it didn’t sound like the worst thing he could’ve said.

The small teen stared at him for a few long seconds, then looked down at the distance between the giant hand and the ground. He went back into the center of the palm, deeming the distance too far to jump and run afterwards.

Raider just watched this in silence, noticing how he could feel the small weight of the boy, the shifting of his weight in his hand and even the shake of his hands and feet. It was like holding a rodent, like a hamster. He hated that feeling because he knew that it wasn’t a rodent.

This was a person, his charge, the kid that glared at him, and usually only had to look up at him a bit, and was one of the few people who didn’t act completely intimidated by him. At least he was until this point. 

“Put.. me down. Now.”

Salem’s voice was small and shaky, though it still had an edge to it. His guard couldn’t deny his wishes for no reason. So he did his job and slowly lowered his tiny looking charge to the ground, watching as he scrambled off of the palm. 

Then, he slowly began stepping back with legs that looked like they’d buckle at any moment, never taking his eyes off of the shifter. He continued this with a forced glare in his eyes, though it did nothing to hide his fear. His body language showed that clearly. 

Then, he turned on his heels, one shoe on his foot, and ran out of the kitchen door, down the hall he had first attempted to escape from when seeing Raider shifted at the start of this mess. This time, Raider let him go. He could hear the thudding of small feet on hardwood as Salem bolted back to his room. The door slammed shut, and with his more sensitive hearing, the size shifter could hear the tiny panicked breaths from his room. He could tell the teenager needed to be alone. 

He finally focused enough to shrink back down to his regular height and noticed the shoe on the floor still. Picking it up, he walked to the kids' room and, as silently as he could, placed the shoe in front of the door in case he needed it. 

Then, he walked into the living room and sat on the couch, his foot tapping in anxiety subconsciously. The thought in his mind was not helping at the moment. What would he do now that this kid knew what he was? And was terrified of it?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What do y’all think? I took a bit of an angsty turn this time and right now neither are doing well…

DM me with any one shot ideas, prompts, or character questions about these two or just in general!

(I’ll try to get pt. 3 out sooner than this wait)

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The Size of a Hug Update!

Hey guys! Bit of an update, part 2 is on the way. I’ve been pretty busy but I’m trying to get it out soon. :’)

In the meantime, here’s some art of Raider and Salem!

Salem holds a bit of a grudge against Raider for simply existing and that won’t go away for a bit (he immediately gets distracted after the whole reveal)

The reveal (kinda spoilers but it’s fine..)

Salem is a teensy bit shocked and Raider is a lot panicking

Farther down the line, here’s a sillier moment between the guys

Finally, here’s the touch starved boy getting the full body compression that weighted blankets just don’t satisfy. (Very jealous tbh) (and hands are hard)

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Hey guys! Honestly, I’m really bored in class right now

Please ask me questions about any of my aus!

I promise to answer fast :)

Or you can ask me my opinions on different G/t tropes if you want

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The Size of a Hug pt.1

Hey lovelies! It’s been a while since my last fic post-

Well, here’s that rich teen with a size shifter bodyguard idea written out, courtesy of @brick-a-doodle-do for the groovy inspiration! (And I’ve decided to make this a multi chapter thing too)

Also I totally didn’t just realize I made the bodyguard’s name ‘Raider’ instead of ‘Raiden’ like the poll said—

Anywhoo, I guess Raider it is then… welp… here’s the fic!

Word count ~ 1.5k

tw ~ kinda bratty teen, mention of killing people, smidge of conflict, unintentional fear play

Salem groaned internally as he thought of what awaited him for the next few months. It had already been a boring past few days. His parents had paid some big, serious guard to watch his every move. Not that he needed to be babysat. The teenager thought of himself as mature enough to not burn their mansion down. 

That didn’t stop his parents from never trusting him. Or caring about him.

Salem was surprised when they had told him a personal bodyguard would accompany him everywhere while they traveled who knows where and left him alone. During the first few days, he despised this guy, taller and intimidating, and often tried slipping away from under his guard. 

Salem still did this, just less than before, after realizing that this guard, Raider, was freakishly good at tracking him down. He would find Salem in under fifteen minutes every time without fail.

The teen had a feeling that his skills, along with his odd scars and intimidating demeanor, were a result of him coming from the CIA or something equally as crazy. Leave it to his parents to get him a babysitter that has probably — most definitely — killed people.

It had now been about a week since his overly serious warden had shown up, and the week had not been easy. Granted, Salem often prided himself in making things purposefully difficult… but this was just awkward.

Having a bodyguard, specifically this one, meant doing whatever was deemed safe around the house while a guy easily a foot taller than him loomed over his shoulder, silently watching him. Even when Salem would attempt to engage in small talk — a thing he hated — it would be met with that tense silence.

He knew his guard could speak. Raider had spoken to his parents before they left and would occasionally remind him of whatever homework or activity he was meant to be doing. However, any other time was like talking to a brick wall. 

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With a pointed side eye, the teenager stood from the dining table after picking at his breakfast. It was hard to keep an appetite while being stared at. Instead, he opted to walk over to one of the various television rooms of the house, knowing he’d be followed close behind.

Flopping down onto the couch, he flipped through channels on the large screen. Eventually he settled on a movie he had seen a couple times before, starting the movie as he saw Raider just standing behind the couch, looking at him.

It sent a shiver of unease down the teen’s spine for some odd reason. Being watched after spending years out of his parent’s gaze was jarring, like whiplash every time he thought he was alone. 

Soon, it was very hard to focus on the movie. Salem could only feel Raider's eyes on the back of his head like some kind of horror movie killer, silently waiting behind him for a moment to strike. Even though he knew Raider was paid to do the exact opposite, he still felt exposed.

With a sigh, Salem turned around to face the guard with a glare that was too nervous to seem at all threatening.

“Are you going to keep staring at me like that all night? It’s all you ever seem to do, anyway.”

Salem crossed his arms expectantly, waiting for something other than the quiet looks.

“Last I checked, that was the job.”

Raider’s tone was sarcastic, his voice sounding rough like he hadn’t used it much, which wasn’t a surprise. Salem was almost shocked by the remark, the audacity of sassing his charge. Immediately, he became defensive.

“Well, maybe I just want something called ‘privacy’, have you heard of it? Look, your staring is unsettling and I can’t relax. Go be a guard elsewhere if you must.”

“No can do… I was paid to watch you, so might as well get used to it, kid.”

The nickname was completely unappreciated by the teen, who looked very ticked off at being told no. Unfortunately, there was no denying Raider’s statement, as it was true. It was unfair, but Salem could tell that no amount of words and arguments would sway this no nonsense watchman.

“… Fine, just… at least sit on the couch, act like a normal person.”

At the mention of the word ‘normal’ it seemed that for the briefest moment Raider bristled slightly. Salem wasn’t even sure if he’d imagined it or not, but regardless, it went as soon as it came.

Raider walked to the other side of the couch and sat, back straight and unrelaxed, but at that point Salem didn’t care as long as he didn’t have someone so tall looming behind him.

They both sat like that on the couch for the duration of the film, wasting a couple of hours, not that Salem was in a rush to do anything else that day.

After the movie’s end, he got up and stretched his limbs with small cracks and pops from joints. The spoiled boy hadn’t bothered to look at Raider as he walked out of the room, knowing that he’d just be followed inevitably anyway. He made his way to his room and stood in the doorway facing Raider once more.

“You aren’t allowed in my room. I don’t care what my parents said.” 

Then he not-so-gently pushed his door shut. Well… he tried to at least because right as it was about to close, it hit something.

Looking down, Salem saw the guards shoe in the doorway, blocking it from shutting all the way. He glared at the man, but Raider simply looked back at him with indifference. 

For an uncomfortable five seconds, they stared at each other. Then, slowly, Raider closed the door all the way with a sigh.

The teen smirked, having won that battle despite it being a small victory.

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As Salem relaxed in his room doing whatever rich sheltered kids did, Raider walked down the hallway.

He was slightly annoyed that the kid decided he was going to wait outside despite orders from his parents to have him watched at all times. Raider let him though, because he knew that Salem would only get more defensive if he didn’t have a place for privacy. Like a kitten. A feral one at that.

Raider chuckled to himself at the comparison. Then, he wondered what he should do in the meantime while waiting for his charge. 

After spending a week in this house, he had a fairly good idea of the layout, opting to go to the kitchen for a snack or something. Watching the teen eat breakfast earlier had made him hungry and now that he was technically on break, it wouldn’t be a problem to grab something to eat.

This was a big kitchen, everything was large enough to rival industrial sized appliances. The fridge, wide with a height that made him feel small, was what drew his attention. The parents had mentioned that snacks were on top of the fridge, how it had been a tactic to stop Salem from eating too much junk. They had said he would need to ask a butler to grab a ladder for him in order to reach them. 

This, coupled with a boy that hated him for doing his job, pissed him off. Raider just wanted a snack and an easier life. Is that too much to ask for?

Either way, the snack was much more attainable. Though, wandering around trying to find a butler or a ladder seemed needlessly complicated, especially when it would be so simple for him to grab it himself if he just—

But he couldn’t. Though, even with the years of training on and off the field… the urge the size shifter had to just use his ability for mundane things was strong. It made him want to just grow a couple feet taller, just enough to see the top of the fridge for the snacks.

It was a liability issue if anyone spotted him while not the height he should be.

However, no one was here… there wouldn’t be butlers and cooks in the kitchen for another few hours, and his charge would be cooped up in his room for however long until then, for food most likely. 

He supposed now would be as good a time to just let his cover slip a little bit.

So he closed his eyes, focusing on that constant tug inside him and a tingling pins and needles feeling encased his body. 

When he looked around, everything was distorted looking, smaller, and the top of the fridge was at chest level. He was about 10 feet tall at this point.

Except… right as he began to reach his arm up to grab a snack, he heard a stifled gasp. A chill of shock ran down his spine as his head snapped to the doorway… and there stood his charge, staring up wide eyed at his form, now only at hip level to the mini giant.

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ahh! Cliffhanger!

wow, my first time writing and posting OC g/t… that’s crazy. Hope you all enjoyed and I’ll try to get the next chapter out soon! :D

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Poll Time

Howdy, so for this oneshot of @brick-a-doodle-do ‘s idea, a rich teen with a bodyguard sizeshifter, I’m struggling with names.

I wanted to write the story with OCs instead of a specific fandom, but I have sucked at coming up with names for the longest time. Here are some ideas I’ve got:

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Hey y’all, I said I’d write something for this but if I’m making a oneshot or smth I’m stuck at what characters to use :’)

I’m just not sure and there are so many different versions of this depending on the fandom. I need help.

I’ve mentioned before what fandoms I’m part of in a previous post so if anyone has any ideas I would love to hear what characters you’d want to see in this situation.

Or if that doesn’t work I could just leave the characters unnamed and make it a generalized fic for g/t?

a rich teen who's the product of wanting to keep the family name going and is severely touch starved and doesn't get to be around people much outside of parties or online.

the parents of said teen decide that they want to go on a trip around the world and hire a bodyguard for the teen so they don't have to worry about 1. anything happening to the teen an 2. anything happening because of the teen.

the bodyguard is CIA trained and isn't super good around kids so he's honestly just super quiet at the beginning. but, the kid starts talking to them and it's revealed that the bodyguard has the ability to sizeshift.

still with me? okay. well, the teen is infatuated with this concept and begs to be shrunk or to have the bodyguard grow because of their lack of human contact. meanwhile, the bodyguard (again, who is professionally trained to terminate people) is skeptical about this idea because he's scared of hurting the teen. :3

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The Secret World of Arrietty

Guys, I just rewatched this movie and I forgot how much I loved it, now I have such a strong urge to write a sequel fic cuz I can’t live with the ending of the movie and I have such a sick idea for a sequel movie fic…

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Miscellaneous G/T

Random lil thing I got the idea for, not grammar checked or anything and I am currently very sleep deprived :)

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The feeling of hands, larger than yourself, held you high above the ground. For your giant it was just standing but to you it was a gesture, larger than life yet without even realizing it.

They were all encompassing whenever near and that was a constant, one that they didn’t seem to ever pick up on.

To them, it was simply living, breathing, moving, so simple it was an afterthought. But to you it was everything, any minuscule movement could be felt by you at such a close proximity to them.

You wondered what it was like, being so big, holding your friend in the palm of your hand like an interesting bug you’ve picked up off the sidewalk. You knew you’re more than that to them though, not a bug… they cared much too greatly for those views of you. 

The room was silent, except for the breathing of your companion, so much more air than you could fit in your lungs, so much slower than your own breathing by comparison.

Yet, despite how insignificant your presence seemed, nearly unnoticeable to any who were to walk in while you sit in the palm of your trusted friend, you were treasured. 

Treasured by someone so much larger. Why this was, you weren’t quite sure, as they could hold you in one hand. It seemed like you’d be more of a trinket than a precious diamond but that wasn’t the case.

You felt how protectively you were held, secure in the notion of your little life within their grasp, a complete trust. 

So content to just drift off, laying in their cupped hands, knowing that they will keep you the safest you’ve ever felt while you are blissfully unaware as you rest.

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Ramshackle G/T

First fic in a while, sorry about that y’all. I’m having a rough time rn.

But, I want to write more, so if you have any one shot ideas for the fandoms I’m in (look at last post) then I’d love to do them :)

(this fic is Stone centric btw, but Skipp and Vinnie are here to)

tw ~ fear, fighting (cartoon dust cloud style), unintentional fearplay, getting covered in frosting while attempting to steal from a human is not fun, brief description of eating, homeless teens that are anything but stealthy

word count ~ 1.5k

Stone had always hated leaving the walls. Not that he had much of a choice in it anyway.

He hated surviving on the streets too, but at least that had less of a chance of him getting spotted and captured by one of the many corrupt and rude rich humans in Ramshackle.

He also hated being small. That was the worst part. His size. His species. His luck.

The borrower just couldn’t catch a break. Most of the humans in this area were too greedy for him to be able to take more than a few crumbs at a time while borrowing without them noticing. It also didn’t help that his colony-… well, the two others that lived with him didn’t count as much of a colony- but they were what he had. Nevertheless, his colony wasn’t the best borrowers he could end up with. They were loud, energetic.. loved to take risks that stone would often get roped into.

Honestly, he was surprised those two were still alive, or even lived long enough to end up finding him. 

He looked around the corner of the human building they were waiting at. Being borrowers on the streets instead of a house was rough, especially with the constant rainy or cloudy weather. 

Stone was focused, trying to spot a human who looked clumsy enough to drop some food, but no one caught his eye. Then, there was a crash from behind him. He instinctively jumped, flinching hard before looking back to find the source.

It was exactly what he thought it was, or rather, who he thought it was. Vinnie and Skipp. Of course, those two couldn’t be quiet enough for a few minutes so they could hopefully eat tonight. 

“Will you two shut it?”

He glared, his Irish accent thick, his words slurring together slightly from his exhaustion, both physical and mental.

Vinnie looked at him briefly before she scoffed with a smirk.

“Relax, I was just showing Skipp here how to get a good vantage point. "

She spoke overly nonchalant for a borrower that just toppled a stack of scrap metal, making a sound that would surely get them caught if the humans weren’t too vein to care about anything else around them.

Skipp just stood innocently as the other two bickered, a nervous grin on his face.

“Come on, guys, it’s not like any of them noticed, right?”

He tried to lighten the mood. However, his comment seemed to make them fight more.

“Yeah, emo, lighten up.”

Stone glared at the both of them before lunging for Vinnie, the two borrowers resorting to violence in a cartoon-like dust cloud brawl. Skipp watched on, trying to diffuse the situation but doing a terrible job at that.

Eventually Skipp got between them, holding them on opposite ends of his extended arms.

“Stop fighting! We won’t be able to get anything if both of you are tearing each other apart.”

That got them to stop… though Stone and Vinnie were both still huffing and stubbornly looking away from each other.

Vinnie rolled her eyes at the tension while looking out onto the city street, as she’d rather look at that than Stone, until her demeanor softened suddenly, pupils dilating in a wanting way.

“Guys..”

“What is it now-“

She cut off Stone by grabbing both boy’s chins, turning their heads to see what she was seeing. It was a woman, dolled up and permanently vain looking. She was doing her makeup on one of the benches near the street. 

Next to her on the bench was a small plate with some kind of pastry on it. They didn’t know all the weird things humans called desserts, but this one looked great, glazed and flaky looking with red jam spread over it. 

They had to get that. Stone practically read their minds as the other borrowers thought up plans for getting that food.

“No. No way, I am not getting that close to one of those giant greedy killers.”

He crossed his arm defiantly as Vinnie and Skipp shared a look.

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The gloomy borrower inched closer to the bench. They had to pull him across the street to get him here, but eventually Stone gave in.

Hiding behind one of the bench legs, he peered at his target. Getting up on the bench would be a simple climb… it was not getting caught that made him nervous. Unfortunately enough, he wore the darkest clothes out of all of them, meaning he was camouflaged and usually the one who had to do the risky work. 

Regardless of fear, they’d starve for another night if they didn’t get food. So, he pressed on, scaling the bench leg slowly so as to not draw any unwanted attention, not that this human seemed to notice anything around her anyway.

Eventually Stone made it to the top, taking a moment to just stare wide-eyed at the huge presence next to him, worried that she’ll sense him and look. After a moment, he determined it was okay, standing at the edge of the plate, which looked much, much larger than him now that he was up close.

He briefly looked back at where he knew Skipp and Vinnie were watching, took a deep breath… then a shadow cast over him.

A giant hand, white gloved and slowly descending towards him. It took everything in his being not to scream, run, or stumble. He knew that would make this worse… but the human wasn’t looking towards this direction, still enamored with herself. The pastry was grabbed instead of him, thankfully; he watched as the large treat was scooped up with ease and brought up to the human's face.

He hated the loud crunch that followed, as he didn’t like the reminder of how dangerous this was. That thought stayed at the forefront of his mind, only growing louder as he watched the pastry be placed back down, a chunk the size of his head bitten out of it.

He shuddered, unable to get himself together without taking a few breaths first.

It wasn’t until he realized he needed to act fast before that happened again that he finally moved. He leaned over the edge of the plate, reaching out to push the pastry.

Stone just had to move it enough to fall on the floor, since he knew these stuck up humans wouldn’t eat things that touched the floor.

His first shove barely moved it. He hadn’t been expecting it to be as heavy as it was. His second shove pushed it to the side of the plate closest to the edge of the bench seat. He hadn’t accounted for gravity though.

His effort immediately almost backfired as the plate tipped from the weight pushed to one side, causing the entire tea plate to be at a 45-degree angle on the side he was leaning on. 

His feet left the ground with a quiet, startled yelp. The borrower was left dangling on the edge of the plate, the pastry on the other side keeping the plate from falling back flat. 

A shadow cast over him… the woman’s hand coming down for another bite. This sent him into fight or flight. Immediately he scrambled up onto the plate, sliding down it unsteadily and slamming against the sweet treat, the final shove it took for it to fall to the ground.

The plate made a loud clang against the bench as it landed flat with him on it. Stone was disoriented and covered in the sticky sweet glaze. Well, his clothes were ruined for the time being, but at least it tasted good.

The human stood with an annoyed grunt, spotting her dessert on the ground and, thankfully, not bothering to look at the plate next to her. She left, and Stone hadn’t failed miserably.

He let out the breath he had been holding, practically going limp as it was finally over. Then he jumped as a man walked by busily talking on his phone and, quickly, Stone climbed back down the bench leg, waving over the others who had watched that whole train wreck. 

They ran across the street almost invisibly, stopping in front of him with large grins on their faces. Vinnie gave him a hard pat on the back, making him nearly lose balance.

“Great job, dude! Scored us food for a week!”

She excitedly ran over to the pastry.

Skipp beamed at the item and looked over at Stone, lightly elbowing his side before slightly cringing at the unexpected stickiness of the broody borrower's clothing.

“Maybe you should stand outside of the shelter next time it rains…”

The blonde borrower gave a nervous chuckle before wiping his contaminated arm against the nearby bench leg.

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The next few days, the three ate well… though the resulting sugar high was something that made Stone never what to deal with Skipp and Vinnie’s energy ever again. The crash was nice, though, calm for once in their lives.

The next time, Stone would not be on food duty. Vinnie and Skipp will draw straws without him.

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sorry about the long wait :’)

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I’ve been writing I promise

I don’t even know what happened with my Ramshackle borrower au but this fic is almost done and I just realized I spent most of it describing how Stone technically stole a humans dessert. 1.5k of Stone being voted as the one to get a pastry from right next to a human. XD

Do y’all even wanna read that? I went a bit off the rails from my original plot so it’s pretty random

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New Fandom?

hey guys! Sorry, it’s been a while since my last post, I’ve had a lot to do. But!

I wanna do more stuff on here, including more one shots and fic updates. I’ve also got the motivation to write a fic for a fandom I’m in called Ramshackle so expect that soon! (For anyone interested, it’s on YouTube, an animation that was a thesis film that just got its first episode a while ago, I recommend!)

So, I wanted to make a borrower au for it since there’s no g/t and it’s so borrower coded tbh.

I also wanted to do something silly with my aus and in general! So you can send me asks about certain aus or anything really! About any of my fandoms, things like questions or scenarios for certain characters or even oneshot ideas! :)

fandoms like:

Dsmp (except some characters with problematic creators)

The Amazing Digital Circus

TMNT

Across the Spider-Verse

Ramshackle

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Little Ribbon Dancer

Howdy folks! Here is a lil oneshot to get me back in the swing of things. :)

This is just a thing for @crustysoapbubbles, you requested this a while ago, sorry it took so long, I’ve been all over the place. Hope you like it! Some groovy Gangle G/t angst :D

tw ~ falling, fear, unintentional fearplay, minor self depreciation, Kinger shenaniganary Word count ~ 1k

When Gangle woke up in the morning, the last thing she expected was her bed to be like a vast expanse of fabric around her. In fact, her whole room was gigantic to her… 

What kind of nightmare…

Gangle suddenly gasped. This was too real to be a nightmare, and it seemed like it wasn’t her room that grew.. she shrunk.

The ribbon character started to panic, breath quick and uneven as she looked around. The constantly worried eyes of her mask seemed appropriate for this situation.

What would she do? There wasn’t much she could do at the moment… maybe find Caine?

With trembling ribbon limbs, Gangle stood and looked over the edge of her bed. She saw the drop to the floor was long… and even though she knew cartoon physics wouldn’t let her get seriously hurt, she still felt terrified of the drop. 

However.. she noticed how on the floor next to the bed there was a pillow, one of the five that she didn’t use much that had probably fallen off the bed in the night.

This would be scary… but there wasn’t another option, so Gangle walked to the very edge and prepared to jump…

Only to attempt to chicken out at the last moment. But the momentum of the running start caused her to fall anyway with a startled yelp. 

Fortunately, she landed on the pillow anyway and was only mildly disoriented. 

Looking around, she saw that the door had a crack under it big enough for her ribbon body to fit under.

By the time Gangle made it down the hallway of bedrooms, she was completely out of breath and tripping over her own feet. Finally, she took a moment to catch her breath, and that’s when she noticed the familiar form of a royal-looking chess piece. 

Kinger seemed to be staring, dissociating most likely, and not paying attention… he would be a good help in finding Caine…

Gangle ran over to him, yelling out his name but soon realizing that he couldn’t hear her, whether from the dissociation or her size change, she didn’t know.

Regardless, she still tried waving her arms around to gain his attention… and she almost regretted it when she did because immediately his eyes were blank and looking at her in a way she thought was much more intimidating while she was the size of a hand.

Kinger gasped loudly and suddenly, staring down at her with wide eyes.

“Part of an insect collection…”

He muttered under his breath, one of his disconnected hands reaching out to grab Gangle. She let out a squeal of fear and covered her eyes with ends of her ribbon hands. She was grabbed by the giant hand and lifted up high into the air, only to a normal sized person it was only a few feet off the ground. 

The grip wasn’t tight though, not to her flattened digital body of ribbon, and once the hand stopped at kingers eye level, it opened, leaving Gangle sitting in his open palm as he inspected her.

“K.. Kinger! It’s me!”

She spoke up with very little confidence, her arms practically tied together with how much she nervously fidgeted with them. 

There was a pause, of Kinger being frozen and silent… Gangle knew what was coming.

A sudden scream came from the chess piece character as the hand she was on flailed at a high speed, she was wrapped around his thumb for dear life… 

She squealed in fear as she was flung around while Kinger continued to scream.

“Stop! Stop- wait!”

As her tiny voice yelled, Kinger paused and brought his hand up to his face in surprise, his constantly wide eyes staring at her in curiosity and confusion.

“Oh, Gangle. You startled me…”

He sounded exasperated from the screaming. She was still shaken up from the unexpected flailing… though Gangle supposed she should have suspected that considering startling Kinger was never a good idea.

“Uh.. sorry, Kinger.. I-I don’t know what happened to me”

She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Without her comedy mask, that’s how she always felt. Small. Sad.

Only now that was literal.

“Hm… well, maybe it was your mental perception of yourself losing your mask, causing you to feel mentally small, turning you physically small.”

He spoke with a surprising amount of sense. Gangle stared at him for a moment.

“You mean… my digital form matched my mind…?”

“…. Your what?”

Immediately Kinger went back to his own strange mental state, forgetting everything he had just said. Gangle sighed and decided not to bring it back up, instead wanting to focus on her original plan.

“Just… can you take me to Caine?… I-I don’t.. like this.”

“Right, yes, of course!”

He made his way around the circus tent, searching, while also keeping his palms cupped against his royal cape. They continued like that until eventually they spotted the AI ringmaster dusting the ceiling of the tent upside down. After calling his name once he was levitating in front of them, his boisterous voice boomed.

“Well, hello Kinger! Any particular reason for disrupting my cleaning duties?”

The chess piece held up his hands. Gangle stared up at Caine with an apprehensive look before muttering.

“H-hi… can you fix this..?”

“Well, let’s see…”

Caine inspected the tiny figure, a hand where his chin would be if he had one.

“A glitch! Simple fix, Gangle! There!”

He snapped, and suddenly Gangle was normal sized again, causing Kinger to scream again and drop her. She dusted herself off and looked down at herself. She didn’t expect it to be that easy….

“Hey… Caine… could you also… f-fix my comedy mask..?”

She asked hopefully, wanting her other face fixed if Caine had already helped her once so simply.

“Hm… No! But… An adventure will cheer you up!”

Gangle gave a saddened whine as a collection of groans sounded throughout the tent, signaling that the others had heard the unfortunate words of adventure.

Maybe next time.

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thanks for reading! Any more prompts for one shots are welcome! I may do a list of fandoms I’ll write for soon :)

Tag list: @da3dm @i-am-beckyu @lunar-but-little @phoenix-on-the-run

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SBI au’s

hey everyone, of course everyone knows what I’m talking about when I say that recent events regarding a certain Cc has put me in a situation.

I am 100% on Shelby’s side

#shelbysupportsquad

however, this news has made me very conflicted, as my most popular au, our little brother, has been mainly crimebois based… I don’t want to take down the parts of this fic I have out so far, I also don’t want to stop writing for it completely.

I understandably feel proud of my work as it was the first fic I ever started on, and I know the feeling of an au you enjoy being deleted.

so, I’ve decided that for the foreseeable future, our little brother will have some changes to future plot, in the next chapter I will give an excuse for the absence of his character and this fic will now be focusing on bedrock bros, along with the other characters I originally planned to add in.

I am still reeling from the information that came out so I won’t be posting for a little while as I clear my head but I hope that all of you are doing okay. Everyone has the right to feel hurt and upset right now. Goodbye for now, folks.

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howdy guys! It’s been a hot second since my last fic and I’ve had a lot going on this year, so sorry for the bad update schedule :’)

I just wanna give you guys a general idea of what I want to do:

Our little Brother pt.6

Something to Remember pt.4

A New Spark pt.1 (Oml I have had this in the works since before our little brother pt.1 T^T)

some one shot prompts I’ve gotten

But while I’m writing, if anyone wants any questions answered about my aus plz dm me! My first QnA :)

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Cause for Celebration

hey guys, here’s the new years fic I impulsively decided to write last minute. Sorry to say it’s not beta read or checked but it’s just a lil oneshot I wanted to get out before midnight.

tw ~ loud noise, Tommyinnit at night

word count ~ 930

Philza followed his daily routine just like he always did after sun down, he walked through the inner workings of the house, it’s walls and vent were familiar to him so much so that he didn’t even need a light when walking. He had rather good night vision as a borrower as well which he was glad for.

He made his way through the tunnel that would take him to the inside of the snack cabinet, admiring the way the light flittered through the cracks of the floorboards overhead. He liked the little things, pun intended, and tried to take things slow despite borrowers quick paced nature.

Not that he needed to be paranoid anymore, the humans of the house, the three beans that had been brothers without other family, knew about him.

No need to hide from the supposed danger, his sons. Despite them not being his by blood, his paternal instincts went wild when he first moved here, and he wasn’t even sure why until he was caught by Techno and found out they were orphans. That didn’t sit right with him.

So of course he had immediately adopted them all, regardless of the size difference and from that point on he was their father, their tiny father that loved them very much.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by loud footsteps running down the hallway he was under. It must be Tommy, that teenager still didn’t understand the concept of quiet, even with a tiny father.

Phil was curious to see what Tommy was so excited about though if his footsteps gave any indication to his mood. So he shifted his course to the nearest wall exit he had, though he still took his time getting there. 

At least, he would have if not for the sudden pounding in the wall near his living room exit, accompanied by sounds of a gremlin child screeching for him, the familiar sound of:

“Phiiiilllll!”

He huffed to himself at his youngest’s attempt to get him out of the walls. Well, it worked, but Phil didn’t mind if his sons needed something.

“What do you want, gremlin child?”

He crossed his arms, walking out of the wall with a glare, no real heat behind it. 

“It’s new years! You gotta celebrate with us, dadza!”

Now this was new… what was that? Sure, Phil knew human beans had holidays for a lot of things, a lot more than borrowers had, but new years? What was the point of celebrating a new year when it was just the passage of time?

Tommy seemed excited about it though, and Wilbur and Techno were there sitting on the couch too… he couldn’t say no to spending time with his sons.

“Alright.. so what exactly do we do?”

“Watch the ball drop, it’s on the television.”

Wilbur pointed to the TV, a machine he rather enjoy watching during family movie nights, it was on a channel show a brightly colored gigantic ball on a building and a countdown timer underneath it. Phil had to admit, the colors were very mesmerizing.

“And once the clock reaches zero we celebrate and drink.”

Techno chimed in with a smirk, Wilbur butted in at Philza’s apprehensive expression.

“Grape juice. We drink sparkling grape juice.”

He clarified with a chuckle, Phil sighed in relief, he couldn’t have his sons drinking alcohol at their ages, he knew that humans needed to be twenty one years old for some reason and he trusted human law when it came to his boys.

Philza agreed to staying and together the family watched the television and laughed, telling stories as time ticked on. It was times like this that made Philza truly happy in his lifetime. If he heard a year ago that this would be his life, sitting with humans who deemed him their dad in a home that felt safe, he’d scoff and say it was crazy…

He liked this crazy life.

Even as Tommy managed to drain his energy before midnight, passing out on the couch while Wilbur and Techno had a ‘civil’ argument with Phil sitting on Techno’s palm, he felt happy. This was the kind of life he thought wasn’t possible for a borrower like him yet he was living proof it was.

Finally his sons, minus Tommy, started counting down from 10

9

8

He was held close by Techno, the surface of his palm rough and textured nicely.

7

6

5

Phil was given to Wilbur and he was hugged against his chest, he clung to the fabric of his sons favorite yellow sweater, feeling comfort.

4

3

2

He looked at Tommy, his youngest son asleep, looking so peaceful as he slept. Phil smiled softly at his secure feeling.

1…

“Happy New Year!”

Three of the four shouted, Phil could care less about how his ears rang at the noise, he could only feel love as he watched his family, Tommy jumped up awake from the jump scare and shouted.

Once they calmed down from the height of the night they were all quick to settle down, the television was off and the lights were dim as the brothers relaxed on the couch, too tired to go to their respective bedrooms. Phil didn’t care though, because while they were all on the couch together it meant he didn’t have to go back to his room in the walls either. 

He didn’t have anything to worry about as he laid down on a pillow in Techno’s lap between Wilbur and Tommy. Maybe new years wasn’t so bad.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ happy new years! Hope y’all enjoyed and my posting schedule will hopefully get better so dw if you gave me a oneshot prompt!

tag list:

@da3dm @i-am-beckyu @lunar-but-little @phoenix-on-the-run

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new years fic?

last minute, I know… but should I write an sbi new years oneshot? Tiny Phil with his giant sons? (Probably won’t be the best but it’d be out around midnight) :)

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g/t secret Santa 2023!

howdy everybody! So sorry this is so late, my technology has not been cooperating (´∀｀*)

But! It is done and my secret Santa was 🥁🥁

@niceorca !! Nice to meet you!

I heard from a friend that you liked sea creatures, orcas to be specific (which, given your name isn’t too surprising) so here! A lil art piece for you, who cares if it’s not mer may right?

Sorry if it’s not the best, I haven’t drawn digitally in a long time. (Tumblr why do you mess up quality???)

I thought a nice friendly discovery in the ocean was a good trope! Just a human finding a curious big orca mer on accident :)