#GT writing

[certainwizardguy]

I just caught up on FoJ and after almost every chapter I sent a gif recap in our group chat with @ratcatcher0325 and @certainwizardlady. And I’m so excited to start reading NF and reblog with all of my gif recaps!

Nobody’s Fool (Chapter #1)

Hello G/t community! I’ve had this story rattling around in my head for too long not to post it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

I’m calling this the “Pet Universe” where there are tiny people about 4.5-6 inches tall who are kept as companions to humans, just like dogs, cats, hamsters and such… here we meet our main human and pet characters for the first time. Because I LIVE for that angsty, fluffy first meeting!!!

Next: Chapter #2

CW: Adult language, dehumanization, references to abuse, mild non-sexual nudity

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NOBODY’S FOOL

Chapter #1: Baby, it’s Cold Outside

[Eveline’s POV]

The thumping and pounding of that awful house music practically made my teeth chatter in my skull. No way I could concentrate with noise like this. I felt blood boiling in my face as rage rose within my veins. It’s 3 am on a fucking Thursday! I couldn’t take it anymore, I rushed to my closet, wrestled out my broom and pounded on the ceiling, “Shut the FUCK up!!” My grievances were met with a muffled but undeniable “Fuck off!!” Alright, that was it, final straw!! I snatched my keys and stormed out the door. The biting cold whipping my face and tearing at my…. I looked down. I was wearing my goddamn house slippers in two inches of snow. Fuck! I grumbled to no one in particular.

That’s when I heard it. So minuscule compared to the thumping rhythms of the party above. It sounded like…. Like crying. Like someone crying, wailing, screaming. My blood ran cold. Shit. Was someone hurt? It was so muffled and soft that it seemed far away…. I paused for a moment. Should I go back inside and grab my phone? What if I needed to call 911? No. Better to find the person first.

“H-hello? Are you okay??” I shouted into the biting air and pounding noise.

Keep reading

[pipinpali]

This will have a name eventually,,

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1/?? — Screwed Up

TW!: blood, injury, mentions of death, language, violence

Word count ~ 1000 words

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Randall crawled out from beneath heap of metal scraps and junk which was supposed to be the entrance of his home; evident by the old carvings on one of the pieces of cardboard from the couple of kids that liked to follow him around.

'These storms are more of a problem than I thought,' the smallfolk bristled. He sighed, deciding to get to fixing it later, and brushing away the feeling.

He was a busy man with deals to make and suckers to cheat. With his self-built confidence, he adjusted his scarf, tugged at his socks, slicked back his hair, and brushed off his coat. Content with his look, he made his way through town.

Unfortunately, travel wasn't the easiest thing in the homey town (which Randall had never learned the name of in all of his 9 years living there), in fact, it was one of the hardest.

Randall dashed towards the exit of the dark alley, stopping abruptly before he was cast in the light of the orangey last hours of sunshine. He peeked around the corners for the beast that made him believe the "man's best friend" title was bullshit. Good thing for him, all he could see was the metal rod in the ground and the thick chains that it was usually tied to. He was relived he didn't have to climb up the old downpipe today.

There was still dangers that Randall had to face, the most important being one of those big people. Despite the charismatic smallfolk's rather impressive height of 12.7 cm, amongst giants; he was thought of like a rat.

With that in mind, Randall carefully, cautiously, stayed near the towering apartment buildings, making sure he wasn't close to the middle of the sidewalk where all the foot traffic of a couple of people here and there was. Over the half hour or two he was scampering along, there were a few close calls of almost being spotted, but he prevailed and made it to his destination.

Readying himself, Randall jumped and caught his hands on the grooves of the decorated stone which acted somewhat like a ladder for the folks that visited. He climbed -- ableit with a bit of struggle -- up the massive building, one that was home to the Bright Market, the "hot-spot for money making." Heaving himself onto the back of the large, glowing sign that read something along the lines of "Pet-ee's," he was met with familiar sight of the bustling stalls.

Randall knew where he needed to be, as did the fools who accepted his offer. Little did he know, though; that it might be his last.

He walked towards the back of market, nearing the edge of the vast roof-top, where he saw the same brute of a man sitting on a makeshift bench; the one who asked for his services in the first place.

The conman leaned against a post, eyeing the client with his usual confident gaze, the phantom of an amused smile on his face. "So, you got the bits?" He inquired.

"I've heard from a friend that you have quite the reputation, Mr. Franklin," the toned man stated with his deep, gravely voice, his fingers tracing his whiskers.

Randall bristled. He didn't tell the man his last name. Things sudden felt a lot less safe. From the corner of his eye, he could spot a handful of others nearing where they were conversing. "...I see you have," he responded, attempting to keep up his charismatic demeanor, though; the change in tone made it known that he had a good idea as to what was going on.

"...They said they wanted the money back," the man said, finally making eye contact with Randall. He sat up at an intimidating height, slowly walking up to meet Randall at just a couple inches of distance. Something was definitely wrong.

The he dared to try and dart off to the side before things got messy- being gutted in the stomach, now pinned between the wall and the brutish man's arm before he could even get two steps away.

Randall struggled to get free, his legs kicking against the other's, searching for to get back to the floor as his hand scrambling to grab at his side for his dagger which had fallen onto the floor.

His eyes widend as the man drew back his arm; fist tightened.

Shit.

...

...

...

In his blurry vision, he squinted, trying to make sense of the growing lights and the loud growl that sounded louder and louder as a silhouette became more clear--

Randall had figured out it was a car before the very second he was nearly run over. 'Those assholes tossed me on the road while I was unconscious!' he realized. Before he could get too angry about it, adrenaline buzzed in his head. He needed to get somewhere safe before something killed him.

As Randall attempted to stand, a shot of pain in his legs knocked him back to the ground. He reeled, sucking in air before he let out a strangled cry. 'Don't do that again,' he noted to himself.

Pitifully and painfully, he reached out his arms and started pulling himself through the gravely pavement, his body scraping against the rough texture as all nine of his fingers grasping and a few prayers setting him on his way.

After a while, the smallfolk's sensitive ears perked up at another noise — this time not a massive car barreling towards him — but instead, it was the stirrings of rain. It didn't take long for him to pelted with the sudden downpour.

Randall idly thought about giving up, yet the illuminating, towering street light ahead, standing out admists the dark, filled him with an odd and unfamiliar sense of hope.

He was close, he could leave this okay.

With that, the now determined and drenched smallfolk trudged through the ever growing puddles, nearing the sidewalk. He thanked the gods that there weren't any big people out at this hour.

Randall was so determined, in fact, that he didn't pick up the final noise over the rain.

The most important one.

It wasn't until the light had flickered that the little conman's focus had faltered, the instinctual reminder to scan his surroundings only now ringing in his head. His mildly articulated ears perked up at the sound of something distant, almost sounding like scraping thuds...? It was rythmatic, a set pace. And like the car, it neared closer, and became louder.

Randall almost shrieked at the sight of two giant work shoes that appeared far too early and far too close, accompanied by two impossibly long legs, arms, and... -He couldn't run, he realized, nor hide. He was at the mercy of a big person of all things.

He was screwed.

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Next part -> coming soon! (Hopefully)

Wowie kazowie lookie here!! Me? Writing?? Impossible!

Im planing on making more of these but this is just here for now incase

their first meeting!! First time writing something like this,,

I made a drawing before right here of the final scene ,

[kix-mm]

Wishes gone wrong...

T was never one to easily make friends, what few he had never stayed, and eventually, it escalated to him creating an imaginary friend. Someone truly out of his world. A person who understood him, who cared for him, who never left his side...

T wanted nothing more than for his friend to become real, for someone real to love him for who he was and not out of pity, like his parents, or teachers, or the countless doctors and therapists. T's imaginary friend was all he wanted in his life... and yet, when the day came, he wanted nothing more than for the wish to be undone.

G was massive, overwhelming, and appeared at the worst time. Suddenly being wished into existence in a tiny room was not ideal and caused for a very close first meeting... T was immediately panicked when their imaginary friend suddenly materialized right beneath them... but G remained calm, kind, and patient. The wish was granted because they both wanted it after all... all they had to do was to figure out how to deal with this newfound reality

[gtbutterfly]

Giant: no, wait, please don't run away little one, please, I won't hurt you, I promise!

The tiny:

[bittykimmy13]

🍂Promptober 2024🍂

October continues to be my special girl 🦇

As always, anyone and everyone is welcome to participate with art, writing, etc. No rules, just vibes! 🍁📚🎨🍂☕

[smol-n-smol]

The inspiration brain cells have started revving again!

I feel like I see a lot of stories where humans are integrated into giant schools, but imagine the reverse. As part of an integration program, a giant gets enrolled into a human school.

Just imagine it! He has to awkwardly sit outside the school building for most of his classes, listening in through the windows. From the inside, the human students just see a single eye peering through the glass.

He can't enjoy lunch in peace because his fellow classmates are terrified to see him eat. He's ridiculously smart but gets called "brute" all the time because of the stereotypes associated with giants. There are constantly helicopters and news reporters taking photos of him.

And maybe he can't even go home. Maybe it's a boarding school so he has to stay on campus in specially built accommodations. Of course he doesn't have a roommate or anyone to keep him company so the experience is super lonely.

Plus throughout all of this, he has to navigate the social expectations of being an adolescent. God forbid he gets moody at all, or else he'll be deemed a monster. How is he supposed to make friends when everyone runs away from him in fear?

The angst!! The potential for fluff and hurt/comfort!! I can't wait to write this

[pinkiedev]

Borrowers Using Things as Other Things

So, I made that drawing where a borrower uses a leaf as an umbrella (here), and now here's a list of other items a borrower might 'misuse!'

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An acorn top = a hat

A hair elastic = a belt

A dish towel = an extra-large full-body towel XD

A handkerchief = a blanket

A sock = a sleeping bag

A beanie hat = a nest

A big ol' boot = another nest

A bunch of feathers = bedding for nest

A toothpick = a walking stick

A needle = a sword (fencing style??)

A thumbtack = a dagger

A fishing hook = a grapple

A piece of graphite = a pencil

A string = a rope (especially if twined into a thicker braid)

A string of floss = ... a waxy rope??

A toothbrush head = a brush (for pet mice?)

A nail file = a sanding board (for smoothing rough wood)

An old mouthwash lid = water storage container OR a laundry hamper

An empty lip balm tin = a (food) storage container

An ice cube tray = a multi-compartment storage bin

A bottlecap = a bowl/cup

A thimble = a flowerpot

A teacup = a bathtub

A shiny coin/button = a portrait/decoration

A watch = a wall clock

A ring = a crown

A bracelet = a decorative sash

A circlet earing = a necklace

A silver necklace = a long chain (for what?? idk?!? leash for mouse??)

A fork = a clothing hanger (on the prongs)

A match = a torch

A ruler = a height-measuring stick

A popsicle stick = a leg splint (kept tight with scotch tape)

An old Rubik's cube/children's block = a table

A pair of dice = a set of chairs

A paintbrush = a broom

Extra:

Whatever that little white plastic thing is called that comes on the center of a pizza sometimes and looks like a teeny table. Except now actually used as a table XD

(Also, I've got a Pt. 2 to this now)

[echodrawsthings]

Working on a little sketch thing while i have time over the weekend :D

Secret life Scar sketch AMV possibly?

[gtwritingprompts]

g/t dialogue prompts for angst

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1. “I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m just… too big/small.”

2. “You could have killed me!”

3. “Please don’t run away…”

4. “Don’t you dare touch them!”

5. “Oh. Oh. You’re crying.”

6. “Is that really what people are saying about me?”

7. “I’m not a human. I’m nothing like you.”

8. “You’re pretty stupid, you know that?”

9. “What do you want from me?”

10. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry—”

11. “Don’t you recognize me?”

12. “Everyone is terrified of me.”

13. “You’re a monster.”

14. “I just feel so useless around you.”

15. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt them.”

16. “Stop it! Please!”

17. “What makes you think I would trust a giant?”

18. “I could hear you crying… are you okay?”

19. “Stay away from me.”

20. “I didn’t mean to get in your way. I’m so sorry.”

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[gt-daboss]

NOT Wholesome Relationships in GT

this is basically another entry in random GT thoughts: I always hear about how ppl would love to have a tiny/giant S/O in the, how their relationship would be filled with fluff and wholesome moments, and while I love the sentiment. oh my god does the power dynamics of a one sided relationship make a good story. Giant pressuring tiny to go out with them, not even having to threaten anything because 'holy he's 80 feet tall Imagine what he could do to me if I made him mad'

bonus points if Giant doesn't even realise they are scaring the tiny into a date, they just think that tiny is into them as well and is nervous abt it for normal reasons, only for halfway through the date when tiny hasn't disagreed or voiced their own opinion, 'I suggested tiny to get apple pie as a joke because they're allergic, but they actually got it, why are they acting different all the sudden now that we are alone?' and it all comes to a boil when tiny finally breaks down, breaking their facade and expecting for Giant to get mad at them over it all and giant is MAD but NOT for the reasons tiny thinks, Like they just realized the only reason their 'S/O' went out with them is because they were SCARED of them? like how heartbreaking would that be? And on the other side for tiny they have been trying their past weeks to tip-toe around Giant, only to be 'forced' on a date with someone they don't even feel SAFE around?!

Oh my god this scenario has been living in my head for the past week and i CANNOT get it out of my head. If somebody doesn't write this i WILL don't test me

[gtzel]

GT Brain rot

Was watching some kids swimming at the public pool the other fay and got me thinking. What if a borrower, or even fairy got knocked into a pool and couldn’t escape. If it was a public pool they could’ve been borrowing various snacks and fell in when a human approached. Or in a private pool they could be fighting like, a wasp or something and then fall in. Either way the borrower would probably be on the brink of drowning especially if they can’t swim. And a human could be like cleaning out the pool and find the borrower on the verge of death and rescue them.

Hngggggghhh if I wasn’t struggling with writers block rn then I’d wanna write it. If anyone ends up using this concept please tag me, I’d love to see it fleshed out.

[thelilfae]

thinkin about how laughter is contagious- and giant laughter would be very contagious !

sitting next to this big bass, of loud, concert levels of sound of just, pure happiness after laughing at a silly lil joke they read? you'd be bounced up and down like on a bouncy castle just from their chuckling, or feel the warmth coming from their face & body because of how funny it was, like cmonnn youd have to smile super hard and laugh along!! even though the loudness of their voice might be startling or a bit scary at first- the overwhelming amount of joy would be hard to ignore! their smile literally the size of a mile to a tiny. oh! and especially if they're trying to hide their own giggles and cover their mouth to stop laughing- but thatd be impossible to hide from a tiny, who would pester them till no end until they told them what had them in hysterics, the way you'd only see their happy eyes holding back tears of joy as they struggle to tell you just what was so hilarious, the tiny bursting into laughter aswell just from their attempts to be serious and form a sentence, ugh! so cute!!!!

those are my g/t thinky thoughts for today ty

[pipinpali]

Im surprised this gt trope isnt too prominent but like,,,

Giants afraid of tinies ,, like how someone is afraid of bugs or rats,,

I JUST THINK ITS REALLY FUNNY .

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T (stuck under cup or something): "P-Please let me out!"

G: "...No."

T: "Why?!"

G: "You scare the shit of me."

T: "What...? You're saying that you, the person who trapped me against my own will and made me try to deal with the fact I might die at any moment... are scared of me? The guy the size of your finger."

G: "..." "...In my defense the way you run freaks me out."

[kix-mm]

I have no idea if it has already been answered but can A and B shrink or can they only be human size or taller?

Yes! But only one of them, A is a size shifter, while B is a giant, A can turn small, and often does it just to be held by their partners, especially C, who A remarks “has some surprisingly good holding hands” for someone who’s not used to carrying around smaller beings.

A sometimes also shrinks for when B gets overwhelmed, it usually prevents him from needing a space to grow. Since he’s so often in a more human form he sometimes feels very cramped and stuck, like holding an awkward position for too long.

C feels more comfortable being the carrier, and definitely sees the appeal as to why his partners like holding him.

B is a little sad he can’t size shift like his partner, but knows that he isn’t loved any less for it, plus, sometimes a holds him when he’s in his human form, he loves that, and often he then has dreams about being tiny

[gtbutterfly]

The virgin

"so you live in my walls and steal my things to survive?"

"what? No, I don't steal your things, I borrow them, I'm a borrower,"

Versus the chad

""so you steal my things to survive?"

"yes."

[torakan]

G/T COMMUNITY

would you like me to make a list of my favourite g/t fanfics on ao3? some of them are originals, others are mostly mha and other titles

p.s. it’s gonna be fluff mostly