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g/t thought of the night: giants fidgeting with tinies between their fingers (with or without realizing that they’re doing so 😌)

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sorry to just put this in ur inbox but i dont make my own posts 😭 i found an (unintentional) g/t picrew and want to share :] link wont send over anonymous asks so im putting spaces sorrie https ://picrew. me/en/ image_maker/2227788

WHEEE I LOVE PICREWS THANK YOU

this one is SO FUN (Essa and Heli on the left, Eon and Sighn on the right)

here’s the link if anyone else wants it!! feel free to share it on this post if u wanna :3

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“so is g/t like a sex thing for you?” wow. how dare you. it is my chosen coping mechanism. it’s a lifelong hyperfixation. it’s my comfort daydream. it’s my favorite worldbuilding trope. it’s a scenario that can have so many complexities that i love to explore as a creator. my love for g/t has depths and intricacies you could not fathom. also fuck yeah its a sex thing

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We need more wholesome pokemon vore. It feels like so many people like to get art and write whole worlds where pokemon betray and "overthrow" their trainers, and that never sat well with me. It goes directly against essentially everything pokemon is about. The worst of it is when the pokemon eat their trainers in... non-endo fashion, when the trainer had clearly done nothing to even remotely deserve it. We need more art and writing of pokemon loving their trainer so much that they need to hold them as close as physically possible, protect them from everything outside, whether it be the weather, hostile wild pokemon, or even an evil organization that stupidly thought they could get rid of that trainer by feeding them to their own pokemon. After all, if a rapidash can let you ride on its back without being hurt by touching it's flames, the same could naturally hold true for a pokemon's digestive system, right? There's so much of people using vore to sever the bond between trainer and pokemon. I want to see more vore that reinforces it.

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Happy Birthday Floss

Aster is coming over to pick up Floss for her birthday! When Floss shrinks down suddenly, that pick up gets a bit more literal, but maybe they can still celebrate.

A little birthday present for @smolfoxie 💜 888 Words

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Unmute !

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this is what ppl who hate adults on this site sound like

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Its never too early for a Glizzard

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A Little Surprise

Kip falls asleep while Neo naps peacefully on his chest. When his growth potion wears off, the tiny cat will have to help her newly “shrunken” friend. And Kip will get a chance to see her caring for him.

Featuring Kip from @smolfoxie !

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Small Fry

Kip goes out to lunch with a new little friend, Neo the tiny cat. Of course, Neo is pretty scared around norms, but he's earned a lunch at least.

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It has been such a fine afternoon so far. The weather is sunny and clear, and Kip’s meeting his new friend for lunch. A tiny white, pink, and brown calico cat called Neo, Kip found her on one of his evening walks, her hiding hole having been washed away by the rain. Since then they’d started to grow a bit closer, though Kip is quite sure she still fully believes him to be of normal size. Indeed, with his regular use of growth potions Kip is quite capable of walking the larger world on his own in a way most tinies like Neo can’t.

Neo is generally pretty nervous about going outside in broad daylight, fearing that she’ll be seen or worse by someone with ill intentions. Understanding, Kip had offered to go eat at a cool joint nearby, one with outdoor seating. As he approaches the tables, he keeps a close eye near the ground, looking for where a tiny cat like her could be hiding. He considers the alleyway, or some of the flowers perhaps, and grabs a table, one with an umbrella coming up a hole in the middle that’s well out of the way. Putting his bag down and waiting for service, his dark ringed eyes scan around under his hat brim. Kip’s ears strain, as if they could make out a cat’s pawsteps at her size at all, let alone with the ambient noise outside.

A waiter comes by and Kip orders a burger combo that comes quickly, absentmindedly reaching for his phone as if he could text the friend he’s waiting on. That’s when he notices something, the umbrella wobbling back and forth ever so slightly. Ducking his head beneath the table he sees Neo scaling the pole with a determined look. Kip reaches out with a hand to help, but Neo just keeps at it until she’s reached the surface of the table, squeezing through the hole with a look of determination. She nonetheless falls back to catch her breath for a moment after the climb, waving a little hand in greetings.

“Glad you made it!” Kip exclaims, before throwing in a joke, “What took you so long?”

Rolling over and brushing herself off, Neo looks up to him with a mock pout, “I left yesterday! It took almost the whole night just to cross the street.”

“Sounds like someone needs a ride then.” Kip notes, “Wouldn’t be hard, I hear peeps do it with tinies all the time. Just pop you in my pocket and off we go.”

Neo gets a bit visibly nervous at this, her fluffy tail flicking a bit at the strawberry pink tip as she looks down. She doesn’t say anything though, so Kip tries to defuse the situation. “Uhh… C’mon, food’s getting cold, I told you we’re sharing today.” 

This gets Neo to perk up a bit as she walks across the uneven plastic surface of the table and steps over the rim of the tray. It’s absolutely unusual for her, being so near fresh big food like this. The scent coming off everything is almost overwhelming, far better than it is when it’s being warmed up again after she’s found it discarded. As Kip makes a “help yourself” gesture while cracking open the cap of his drink and effortlessly lifting the towering bottle just for the act of taking a sip, Neo feels conflicted for choice. 

Neo looks at the burger, a brown patty and crisp, fresh vegetables between buns bigger than her bed. Yet another eye is drawn to the fries, crispy golden straws that smell rich and appetizing, glistening with oil and salt. These, she decides, would be more accessible to take a piece of and enjoy. So Neo walks over to the fry container and grabs onto one fry with both hands, pulling out the pool noodle sized fry from the great pile like firewood from a stack. When she’s pulled it out entirely, she's amazed to find the fry stretches a bit longer than her own height even.

Kip can’t deny his amusement at seeing Neo consider the food, deciding to cut off a more manageable piece of the burger for her to try as well. Seeing the positively unwieldy size of the fry she had unwittingly selected, he’s ready to cut that for her or get another as well. This is before she takes the fried strand of potato in two hands and crunches into the very end ambitiously, pushing him into an outright laugh. The laughter is lost on the tiny Neo, however, as she experiences the fresh flavor of a fried potato for her first time with wonder; the outside is crunchy and crisp while the interior is fluffy and light, it’s all filled with warmth and is nothing short of magical. Even if she’ll fail, she knows she must try to eat the whole fry.

The two chat over their lunch, Neo happily listening about Kip’s graffiti art and both telling of their explorations, albeit at different scales. Slowly but surely Neo makes progress on her fry, even if she hardly manages to get a third of it before her stomach strains under the amount of potato filling it. Kip, meanwhile, enjoys his burger and fries, easily devouring by the handful french fries the likes that Neo struggles to handle over the whole meal. 

The lunch passes mostly without incident, until at one point Kip hears a voice calling his attention from behind. Panicking, he acts on instinct and practically slams Neo into the tray with his hand to cover the tiny cat as he turns around with a start. The speaker, pointing to an overflowing table across the patio, just asks if he can use a chair and is on his way. But Neo starts to panic rapidly at the sudden pressing touch, a wall of plush warmth coming down on her without warning and crushing her against the unmoving floor of the plastic tray. The flesh of the hand is soft and doughy, but unyielding. Even with all her strength she can hardly move it at all. Breathing heavily, she can’t move against the overwhelming force as her head starts to race. She can’t hear the conversation, but a part of her lights up in recognition that Kip’s instinct, sloppy as it may have been, was to protect her like this.

First thing Kip notices with his hand over Neo is how she so cleanly fits in his palm, the little warm fluff filling his cupped hand. The second thing, of course, is that she’s holding stock still and definitely not used to being touched like this. Realizing that the danger’s passed, Kip gently slides his hand away, stroking all along Neo’s fur. “Hey, uh, sorry about that. I know you’re not great about the touching I just-” Kip’s confidence seems to visibly falter as he closes his eyes in frustration and speaks softly to not further intimidate the tiny cat. To his surprise though, he’s interrupted by a light touch himself, two tiny hands just managing to lift his index finger.

Straining with the weight, Neo puts the pointer finger on her head with a cautious smile, “I- I think you can touch, you’re okay,” She says so softly Kip can hardly hear the tiny voice, “Besides, I- um, might take you up on that ride back I think.”

Kip just smiles back at his little friend, ruffling her fur a bit with his finger.

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Look I want more scenarios where Giants and Tinies bake some kind of sweet treat together. Or they work hard and make a cute meal together. Also the Tiny being incredibly stubborn and wanting to help as much as they can

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Sick Day for Kip

Kip, a tiny raccoon, is having a rough day, catching a cold. So Aster comes over with a few things to help him feel better!

A soft g/t comfort story, about 1k words.

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Aster checks her bag as she comes near Kip’s place. The tiny raccoon was feeling under the weather, and so the witch had made her way over at once with a bag of treatments for just this sort of condition. Tinies tend to have excellent immune systems, but it takes a lot of work just getting around at that size, work that becomes even more challenging when you’re sick.

Letting herself into the inner city home of their friend, Aster doesn’t have to look far to see him lying in the middle of the table on what looks like a stack of takeout napkins, watching some videos on his phone, angled on a stand. He gives a weak wave that Aster politely returns, closing the door behind them and heading over to see the state of him. They have half a mind to get on his case for getting out of bed in the first place, but decide to put off such things for later.

A headache, body soreness and congestion, it was likely only a simple cold. “Hey Kip,” Aster says softly, knowing the power of her voice especially in a condition like this, “Feeling any better?” This gets a shaking head from Kip, who just tucks a little more glumly into his hoodie. Aster moves slowly as she reaches down with a finger, covering most of the tiny’s head as he begrudgingly removes his hat to let her check his temperature. She’s satisfied that there’s no fever, at least. 

Withdrawing her hand, Aster moves to her bag, one the tiny could fit in many times over, and pulls out the first of several steps in her care for him, a lidded container still warm in her hands. Kip looks over curiously, but hides his reaction as he still tries to look aloof even with a cold. “What, is that a potion to fix this?” He asks with a hopeful look betraying his persona.

“Part of one, and even better than that.” Aster answers cryptically as she takes the lid off and a steamy aroma starts to waft out of the tub. Taking a spoon, she uses it to ladle some of the smooth orange-tinted mixture into a bowl sized quite nearly for the tiny racoon. Offering the bowl hardly the size of a thimble between a couple fingers, Kip is disappointed he can’t smell clearly yet, as he sits up to take the oversized bowl in two hands. He considers a spoon for only a moment before shrugging, bringing the bowl to his lips and gently sipping an experimental taste. It’s rich, with a creamy texture and a savory overtone, but underlying all of it is a vibrant kick of spice that makes his breath feel warm.

“Oh that’s good, thanks!” Kip offers up, before going for a less clean slurp of the soup. Aster nods graciously, enjoying a couple spoonfuls of the soup for lunch herself, easily taking mouthfuls that dwarf the raccoon’s serving. Kip hardly even notices that he’s nearly finished the generous sized bowl, having overcome his lack of appetite. What he does notice is the effect of the spice on his sinuses, starting to clear up his congestion. “Oh, oh hey! Guess this stuff smells good too. Can I get another bowl?” he exclaims to a grin from Aster, before falling back to his cool act, “I mean, uh, gotta- gotta make sure it’s working right.”

After their lunch, and Kip meticulously cleaning his face with one of the blanket sized napkins, he was wondering what Aster was planning next as they took out another couple things from their bag. A small pouch or two, a thermos, and a shallow teacup. The foxbun simply opens the towering thermos, and pours out another steaming mixture into the teacup carefully, muttering a few words as they do so. It looks like tea, but the spreading aroma strikes Kip in the chest with a powerful menthol scent that pierces what’s left of his congested nose. 

Getting the idea, Kip happily sets his hoodie aside, while Aster pointedly looks away. He gets a little laugh at this, that she’s trying to preserve his dignity while he uses her teacup as a bathtub. Still, a part of him can’t help but appreciate the gesture, even once she found out about his size Aster didn’t treat him any differently. Testing the water with his hand, he finds the temperature more than agreeable, letting himself gingerly step into the warm liquid. Leaning back in the water, he can feel the steam coming off the surface, clearing his airways and gently easing at his aches. The raccoon can easily stretch out in the teacup, but finds that it’s just shallow enough that he can sit on the bottom and keep his head above the surface.

Aster turns back, with a pouch in hand, and sprinkles something from it, a few more herbs that float on the surface, slightly lending their color to the water and toning down the menthol to a comfortable and relaxing result. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks with a smile, and Kip can’t help but agree. She produces a couple more things from that pouch, her hands once again reaching down and shading over the whole teacup. 

At the end of her fingertip is a bit of damp cloth that Aster offers to Kip. While he reaches up to take it, the other hand places a layered bit of folded towel over the lid of the cup behind him, looking so very tempting as a pillow. “You have to lay back and rest in it, let that magic work, okay?” Aster practically whispers, as Kip considers the soft cloth in his hands. He’s not sure this is magic, but getting treated like this was nice enough he couldn’t care less. Placing the cloth over his eyes to block the light, he leans back on the towel pillow, surrounded by the gentle embrace of the warm tincture. 

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2.) Sugar Half of my entire fucking brand is sugar based. I originally wanted to do something more wholesome and adorable, then I had the image of Shoe looming over for treats stuck in my head….. then I thought about it for five more seconds and realized how IMTIMIDATING that would be! Shoe is a handful as is! Now….. there is no stopping her.

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Its fucking 4:30 AM. I cant sleep to save my life. So you knooooow what I'm gonna do?

I'm going to talk about my predsona Demo. That's right, this fucker.

I dont talk about my contributions to garbage NEARLY enough, so let's go! Crash course!

So world context, she basically from an AU my bf and I have developed over the last few months called Technomancy. Basically think technology meets magic. DNA is code and part of the population has special parts their DNA that allows them to do crazy shit. These are technomancers.

Demo is one of these, her skillset focusing on sound, rhythm, and music. Examples of this include.

- self voice alteration

- mimicry

- amplifying and deafening sounds

- making sound proof areas

- heightened hearing

All this is great, cause she works as a DJ as the hit club scene that is absolutely WILD. And she's GOOD at her job. Scary good. Buuuut here's a kicker swinging it right back to garbage.

She didn't start out as a pred.

THAT'S RIGHT!

For you see, original.... she was a smol and still itls! A borrower sized Technomancer! EXHIBIT A!

YUP! THEY'RE THE SAME PERSON!

How?

Very fucking simple. You see? Regular Demo has the confidence of a ketchup packet. None at all and she wanted to fix that. Well, she got that fix in the form of a scam website that promised to give her just what she wanted. She fell hook line and sinker and basically got a virus to do just that. Build up her confidence. Literally.

In short, the more confidence she gets, the more she begins to grow. Eyes to slotted yellow, hair ro green, horns and a long chameleon tail start to grow and form and she she gets bigger and bigger. Soon this little tiny, when they once stood PRED Demo stands!

And pred Demo.... absolutely steals the show. Confident, proud, teasing, boastful. And loud as the colors on her jacket and the music she plays. Buuuut there's a catch. This rapid change in forms makes her ungodly hungry. Like her snack raids and cravings are terrifying to witness. She has a record of destroying vending machines to feed this new skin.

But there's another desire besides just eating food. No, she wants people. She wants people to be close in the most literal way. That's where the vore comes in! And ooooooh she's a teaser! Playing cat and mouse, weaving in and out of the crowds looking for her small targets. And once she has them, teasing and tasting and dangling them aroind so carefree with that tail and hands before slurping you up and gulping you down! Luckily she is unable to digest any living tissue while in pred mode plus no one is ever in there long enough to risk harm, so she's completely a safe pred despite appearances.

SPEAKING OF APPEARANCE!

Some notable details about Pred Demo.

- SO MANY THINGS GLOW IN THE DARK! Her eyes, her tail pulsating to the beat or whatever song shes hearing, her internal organs? Even her saliva glows a this blueish color to really showcase that maw!

- Her horns arent just for show, they actually help to amplify the sounds around her and bring them into her ears. Like a antenna or stethoscopes. Dont smack em.

- Her tongue is indeed forked and mouthplay is her absolute bitch with it.

-Prehensile tail. Need I say more?

- Those eyes actually change color depending on her emotions. Yellow means content, purple means admiration and affection, orange is pure HUNGER, Blue is sad or drained, and green is anger or envy. Again, another example!

LOOK AT DEM DEMO EYES!

But now you're probably thinking. How does she turn back? Simple. Normally when the night's done and that cocky confidence starts to go down, she reverts back into her regular self. Ans yes, she remembers everything from when she was like that. Think a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde vibe. Annnd often regrets it. With every high comes a low.

In SHORT! Here's part of a chart to help!

There is still like so much more to this character I swear. Like.... A LOT!! But I've been typing for about 30 minutes by now aaaand this is getting long. Please please PLEASE feel free to ask questions for and about them and I'd love to answer them!

Buuuuut yeah, that's Demo! Hope ya like her! Cause this chameleon ain't going anywhere!!!!

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Imagine a giant teazing their tiny friend , dangling them in front of their face between their fingers with a sly grin saying: "what, are you scared?"

Tiny, absolutely terrified: *starts crying*

Giant: "wait, are you actually scared???"

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Dang I love hands

-Giant hands picking something (or someone) very small up oh so carefully and precisely

-Giant fingers wiping away a tiny tear

-giant fingers booping a tiny nose

-giant hands cupping a person’s face

-giant fingers swiping through a tiny person’s hair

-giant fingers stroking tiny heads/backs

-giant hands/fingers delicately lifting a tiny hand up so it can be kissed (hand kisses on either side are my weakness)

-giant hands/fingers twitching because they want to pick up/hold a tiny person but don’t act upon it for whatever reason

-giant hands holding the much tinier hand and completely enveloping it

AND ALSO:

-giving giant hands a hug

-tracing the swirls and whorls of giant fingerprints

-dancing with a giant hand

-kissing a giant hand or a finger (see above comment on hand kisses)

-running to the giant hands because it’s the one place you feel safe and secure

😍😍⭐️⭐️✨✨HANDS✨✨⭐️⭐️😍😍

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do you ever just think about how g/t is impossible but you crave the touch of someone of a vastly different size and you think too long about it and your heart physically starts aching