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Mmmm love Mistletoe this time of year for G/t… 😚 🌿
Winter prompt for @amayagt feat. hers and @pr-fae’s characters—Romi and Savi!
#lnbeep art#giant and tiny#g/t#giant tiny#giant/tiny#sfw gt#size difference#lnbeep commissions#g/t winter prompts#male giant#tiny female
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Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 20)
Cover / Master Post / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (Coming Soon!)
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I snatch my bookbag as I hurry out of my bedroom and down the hall. If I want to avoid having this conversation, I've got to make my rush look convincing!
"Hey, sweetheart," Dad says when he sees me enter the living room. "What's the big hurry? You've got plenty of time before school starts!"
"Y-yeah, I know," I say, trying the handle to the front door of our apartment. It's locked. "I just wanted to get there early to catch up some more with Brittney."
Dad chuckles. "Well, if you leave this early, you're still going to be waiting for the school to open when you get there!"
"Not a problem! I'm fine with that," I say as I turn the lock on the door and open it.
"Kaylin, come now. It's far too early to be leaving for school. You haven't even had— Aah!" he flinches when two golden brown slices of bread arise from the toaster with a sudden pop.
I can't help but smile. Dad's generally pretty fearless, often to the point of being reckless. Seeing him get scared by some toast is so out of character that I can't help but laugh.
Dad clears his throat and pushes up his glasses. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," he says, eyeing the toast, "you haven't even had any breakfast. Come on, I'll make you some toast."
I look between Dad and the door. If I stay, he's sure to want to pick up where we left off last night. Talking about school is the last thing I want to do! Yet the more I stand here, the more the emptiness in my gut begs me to eat something. Heaving a sigh, I set down my bookbag and close the door.
"So," Dad begins in a tone that can only begin to hint at all the questions he must have for me. "How are you feeling about school?"
"It's... okay," I say as I sit myself down at the kitchen table, trying to bury any complex feelings I have about the whole 'being completely blindsided by your own dad and sent to a school full of the very people you live in fear of' thing.
"Just okay?" he asks, looking back at me as he butters the toast. "You seemed pretty eager to head out the door just a second ago."
"Yeah, well... it's complicated." I say, turning my eyes to the table. "There's things I like, and... things I don't."
Dad hums in response, smothering an already buttery slice of toast with what looks to be enough raspberry jam for two separate slices. "Well, what sorts of things do you like about school?"
I move my jaw from side to side, growing more frustrated the harder I try to think of something about Pacific that I actually like that won't result in Dad bombarding me with more and more questions. I like talking with Brittney, and in spite of my fear I actually somewhat like being Derrick's deskmate— although I'd rather not be surrounded by other pertheans at school. Whenever a perthean student speaks up or even coughs in class, it sends shivers down my spine! And I really like being friends with Derrick, but I can't help but wish he was human. If he were human, I wouldn't be so terrified of him. I hate that I'm still scared of him, because I really do value the friendship we've been developing over the past few weeks.
"How about your friends?" Dad asks, setting a plate of toast in front of me. "Didn't you say you'd been hanging out with your deskmate?"
A knot forms in my core. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid.
"Y-yeah," I say, hoping he'll drop the topic if I respond.
Dad pulls up a chair across from me. "Why don't you tell me about your deskmate? Darren, right?"
"D-Derrick," I correct him.
"Right. Why don't you tell me about him? What's he like?" Dad asks, propping his head onto his hands like a teenage girl at a slumber party waiting to hear the latest gossip.
I try to keep a straight face, but a chuckle escapes me. Dad never ceases to surprise me!
"U-um, well, he's... nice," I start. "We both like Aven Gem games like Flower Town, and we both have FlexPads."
Dad nods, encouraging me to continue.
"He likes to study languages, and he's really good at Koronian," I say. "I think he wants to teach English in North Eris one day."
"That's nice. He sounds like a good kid," Dad says. "So what do the two of you usually do together?"
My heart sinks, and blood drains from my face. How am I supposed to answer that? Should I tell him Derrick is helping me with my fear? No, that'll be a huge win for him for sure!
I don't know why, but when I think about Dad hearing positive things about my experience at Pacific, I can't help but imagine him giving himself a huge pat on the back. I can't let him win this one, not when he lied to me about the move and completely blindsided me by enrolling me in this school. Even if I got lucky with Derrick, sending me to Pacific was still a terrible idea, and I'm not about to let Dad take the credit for what Derrick and I have been accomplishing.
"Well, we've studied together. We also just... um... talk," I say.
"Hm. And what sorts of things do you talk about?" Dad asks.
"Uh... j-just about anything! School, video games, movies..."
"And does he know about your fear?"
Why is he cornering me like this? Why is he so desperate to pry into this area of my life?
"Does it matter?" I retort, turning my attention to the toast in front of me and taking a bite. There's too much jam, but it tastes good mixed with the butter, so I don't mind.
Dad leans back in his chair. "Whether or not you tell him about your fear is up to you, but I think it would benefit the two of you to be on the same page."
I remain silent, taking another bite of toast.
"Do you plan on telling him?" Dad asks.
My insides twist as I look down, searching for the right thing to say. I come up empty.
Dad leans forward. "Does he already know?"
"Dad, I... I don't want to talk about this anymore." I manage, setting down my toast and clenching my jaw. Why is he doing this?
Dad sighs. "I get it, I do. Being at this school isn't easy for you. But I want you to know that you can talk to me about it, okay?"
"But you don't get it, Dad!" I hiss, standing up and planting my hands on the table. "You've never had a fear like mine! That's why you thought you could just send me to a school like Pacific and make me get over it!"
"That's not true," Dad says, crossing his arms.
"You want a quick fix for something that's plagued me all my life, but I can't get over my fear if I'm drowning in it," I utter, my voice cracking. "If you really cared, you'd leave me alone instead of throwing me to the wolves!"
Eyes glazing over, I turn and march toward the front door, leaving Dad behind at the kitchen table.
"Kaylin," Dad says, his tone growing more serious. "I don't want a quick fix for you or to throw you to the wolves. It's because I care about you that I want you to grow!"
"Forcing me to be around pertheans isn't going to undo what I saw!" I yell, slamming the door behind me as I exit the apartment.
My vision blurs as I head down the hall, and I blink away the tears that try to form. Dad's ignorance about my fear drives me up the wall! He knows what I saw and what I had to go through because of it, and he still thinks I can just get over it like an old habit!
The elevator door opens when I press the call button, and I sigh as I step inside. What am I going to do?
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I let out a yawn as I wander down Seren Avenue, my eyelids still drooping from a lack of sleep. Why did I have to get up so early?
I gaze at the skylights above me, hoping the undercity's artificial lighting will be enough to help keep me awake. The screens display flowering trees reaching up towards a cloudy sky. Back in Maedri, the skylights displayed cherry blossoms during the springtime. Although the trees on these skylights do have some flowers, they're mostly filled with green leaves that pale in comparison to the beautiful shades of pink I'm used to seeing at the start of each year. I miss those old skylights. I miss Maedri.
I amble through the undercity, eyes fixed on the nature scene above. That's when something bumps into me from behind.
"Ah—! I'm sorry!" the boy behind me utters. His black hair and wide green eyes are all too familiar, and I immediately recognize the green blazer he's wearing as being from Pacific.
"Oh," he says, his eyes suddenly narrowing as his voice deepens. "It's just you."
"Y-yeah. Sam, right?" I ask.
He nods.
"This is the second time you've bumped into me. Don't you usually wear glasses?" I ask. "You'd be able to see where you're going with them on."
Sam's face reddens as he turns his gaze to the floor. "I... I look cooler without them."
"You should at least wear contacts so you can—" I start, only to be cut off by Sam weaving around me and running off. "Hey!"
I run after him, and am nearly out of breath by the time I catch up with him.
"Can I help you?" he asks flatly.
"Can I ask you something?"
He sighs, not even stopping or turning to face me. "I guess."
"Why are you always speeding off? Did I do something wrong?" I ask.
"That's two questions," he states, annoyed.
"Sorry."
"Look," he says, finally turning his head back to address me. "I'm not great with people, okay? I prefer to be alone."
"Is that why you're at Pacific?" I ask, my curiosity growing.
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean—" he stumbles over his words before letting out another sigh. "I have my own reasons for going."
I suppose Pacific looks good on university applications, being a private school and all.
"Is that why you're at Pacific?" he turns the question back to me.
"I-I... well, sort of. My dad made me go."
"Ugh. My parents made me go, too."
"I thought you had your own reasons for going," I say, raising an eyebrow.
"I—! I do! It's just... since we moved here from Erimathea, they wanted to make sure I was... adjusting."
"Adjusting?" I ask.
"You know, to the whole... different sizes thing," he states.
"I guess it's sort of the same for me," I say. "I've lived most of my life in the undercity, so I've never really been around pertheans. It's... a difficult adjustment."
"It can be hard," Sam says, focusing on the path ahead of us. "And on top of that, I can't really talk to anyone about it without looking like I have something against pertheans."
"Tell me about it," I huff. "And the weirdest part is that other humans get so defensive when you tell them you're afraid of pertheans. They act like we're making us all look bad or something."
Sam stops dead in his tracks, nearly causing me to bump into him. "What did you just say?" he asks, turning around slowly.
Wait, what did I just say?! Did I let myself carelessly spill my biggest secret to some near stranger?!
"Uh—! I—!" I stutter, backing up from the boy in front of me.
"Did you just say you have—"
"I have to go!" I blurt out before darting around Sam and continuing toward the school.
"Wait!"
Something in me gives in, and I come to a slow stop a few yards in front of Sam. What am I doing? He's just going to tell me off!
A moment of silence passes us by. It dares me to turn around and face the boy behind me, but I can't.
"I... I thought I was the only one," he finally says.
I spin around. "W-what?" I ask, confusion setting in as I ponder what he could possibly mean. "The only one who...?"
"The only one who had... a fear," he finishes.
My eyes widen, and I take a few steps toward Sam. "You mean... you have a fear, too?"
He sighs, looking off to the side before returning his gaze to me. "Didn't I just say that?"
"I've never met anyone else with a fear of pertheans," I whisper as questions begin to flood my mind.
"Neither have I," he says, shifting in place.
"Have you ever told anyone?" I ask.
Sam cranes his neck back and stares at the skylights. "My parents know... and that only resulted in some pretty useless therapy."
"Useless, huh?" I say as we continue our walk.
"Yeah, all they really tell you in therapy is to expose yourself to your fears and hope things improve."
"I guess I had the same experience. My dad always says things will improve with exposure and time. I think he stole that line from my old therapist. I was too young to remember most of what she taught me," I say, rubbing one arm.
"So you struggled as a kid?"
"Yeah... when they started mixing humans and pertheans back in stage two, I would often have panic attacks at school," I cringe as my mind fills with unwanted memories. "The others would call me 'Kaylin Flinch,' or 'Flinching Finch.'"
"Kids can be brutal," Sam sighs.
"Yeah. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you had a fear?"
Sam narrows his eyes. "Since around the time I moved here, right before stage four. I tried a few different schools to see if exposure could help. Some were mixed, some were not. But no amount of exposure ever really helped."
I shift my gaze to the floor. What if Dad is wrong? Not that I want him to have something he can gloat about, but what if exposure and time aren't the keys to getting over my fear of pertheans? What if all the time I'm spending with Derrick after school isn't going to help me after all?
Sam stops, so I stop too. I look up, and above us is the sign for Pacific, dimly lit and weathered as usual. It's odd how something can decay like that when it's underground, completely unexposed to the elements of the surface world.
I look at Sam, and immediately, something feels off. The softness in his eyes has all but disappeared, and his posture is oddly stiff. I can't quite explain it, but there seems to be some kind of odd, dark energy emanating from him. I take a step back.
"Sam?" I try.
He opens the door to the school's lobby. "I have to go," he mumbles.
"So soon? We can at least walk out to the pick-up balcony together—"
"No," he interrupts, clutching the strap of his bookbag. "I-I'll... I'll see you later."
With that, he scurries off across the room and up a creepy old stairwell. Those stairs lead to the school's human hallways just like the elevators do, but I've never seen anyone take them. I sigh and enter an opening elevator with some other students. Will I ever understand this guy?
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Taking a deep breath, I close my locker and adjust the strap of my bookbag. I haven't seen Sam since he managed to scurry off again, and something tells me I'm not going to for a while, no matter how curious I am about what's going on in his head. I thought it'd be nice to have a friend who understands what having a fear is like, but I don't imagine this guy really wants anything to do with me.
The balcony is crowded as usual, and I'm surprised when I see Derrick standing beside it. Usually, I have to search for a while to pick him out of the perthean crowd. Kevin is standing beside him with Brittney on his shoulder. A smile spreads across my face, and I hurry over to the group.
"It's good that you came back in spite of all that," Kevin says to Derrick.
"I'll still never forgive that jerk for what he did to you, though!" Brittney huffs.
I stop. What are they talking about? My heart races as I look around me for some place to hide. I decide to hide at the end of the balcony, where there's a perthean-sized plant of some kind, with long green leaves that are tall enough to keep me hidden. I just hope nobody peers around the plant and sees me!
"I'm sure he didn't withdraw just to hurt me," Derrick whispers. "It was complicated."
Wait, is he talking about his previous deskmate? The one he said had moved away?
"Well, whatever the reason, he had no right to just abandon you," Brittney says. "You two were the talk of the school for weeks after you both left!"
Derrick shuffles. "I know, but—"
"And now that you're back, people are starting to wonder if something's going to happen to Kaylin," Brittney says.
People are talking about Derrick and I? Whatever for?! What could possibly happen to me that would cause me to withdraw?
What did Derrick do to his old deskmate?!
Before I have much of a chance to think, something pulls me up into the air by the back of my blazer! My gut twists and churns, and what little breakfast I managed to get down threatens to reappear. The room spins as I kick and scream, hoping to get away from whoever snatched me up without so much as a warning.
I gaze beside me and realize my mistake when I see that Derrick, Brittney, and Kevin are all looking in my direction with wide eyes, just like everyone else in the room.
"Cherryn! Calm down! It's just me!" bellows a deep feminine voice above me as I'm placed onto a warm, leathery surface. "Look, I'm sorry I freaked you out! I won't do it again!"
My heart pounds a thousand times a minute as I look up into a pair of soft brown eyes. They widen when they meet my gaze.
"O-oh my gosh...! You're not Cherryn! I'm so sorry!" the girl apologizes as the hand beneath me begins to shake.
"Kaylin!" calls a familiar voice.
I turn around, arms glued to my trembling frame, and breathe a sigh of relief to see my deskmate approaching.
Wait, Derrick?! What if he realizes I was eavesdropping? Won't he be mad at me?
I quake like a leaf in a windstorm as I'm transferred from one pair of cupped hands to another, the muffled voices overhead conversing as I continue to worry about so many things at once. What's going to happen to me? Can I really trust Derrick?
"Hey," Derrick whispers, bringing the cupped hands I'm in closer to his face. "Are you alright?"
I stare into his eyes with uncertainty. I was starting to feel so sure around Derrick, but now? What am I supposed to think?
"I-I..." I start, reaching up to my face as warm tears begin to fall. "I don't know."
Derrick's brows turn upward, and his eyes soften. "Don't worry. You will be," he says, gently stroking my shoulder with his thumb. "Come on, let's go to class."
#too small to be afraid#tstba#perthea#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t writing#giant/tiny writing#sfw g/t#gt writing#gianttiny#gianttiny writing#gentle giant#sfw gt#giant tiny#hello people who read the tags#I don't feel really confident with this chapter so I hope it makes sense!#we're almost to the half-way point of the book#and DANG we hit 50k words!!!#thanks for sticking with me and supporting me it really means a lot!!! I hope to have this first draft done by the summer of 2025#thanks for your patience as I slowly but surely write this thing 🥺
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some old art i found from 2021 awa 🌿
#g/t#giant/tiny#gt#giant tiny#g/t art#giant/tiny art#gt art#sfw g/t#sfw gt#g/t sfw#fae#fairy#fearplay#g/t drawing#gentle giant#gianttiny
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I've said before that Cyprus is actually much bigger naturally than he usually is seen, but he mostly takes this size when he's in the water. He's not as used to it above water, but he and Lucy were trying to be more honest with each other to avoid further miscommunications.
He was already crushing on her, but think he may have fallen a little bit in love with her after this lol I think he gets in deeper than he intended to for sure.
I've been having fun exploring his character more tho and finding that despite his in control and confident exterior, he gets quite bashful and shy when vulnerable~
#Lucy Santana#Cyprus Polaris#Bleeding Magic AU#Daniel Spellbound#merpeople#merman#giant tiny#G/t#sfw Gt#gentle giant#male giant#my art#ngl tho if a pretty person called me 'breathtaking' I'd fall in love a bit too#sometimes Cyprus is ALSO babygirl
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pinning down a tiny gf from both perspectives 🥹
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G/t is so beautiful because wdym I'm the size of your thumb and you can barely feel my existence around you yet you love me more than anything and everything? To the point where you would change your lifestyle,your habits, your speech patterns, just to make me feel safe and comfortable with you? Because you have genuine feelings for me and you see me as an equal?
G/t is so beautiful because wdym I'm fourty times bigger than you and you can't even look me in the eyes without trembling yet you defy your fear and your anxiety and all odds just so you can talk to me? Wdym you are going to sacrifice things and do leaps of faith just so you can tell me that you love me and you wish to be with me forever?
G/t is so beautiful because
Wdym you're risking everything for me?
Wdym I'm that important to you?
And why are you the first person that made me feel this way?
#g/t fluff#giant tiny#g/t#g/t angst#g/t community#gentle giant#giant and tiny#gt community#sfw gt#sfw g/t#sfw giant/tiny
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If you post g/t or follow the g/t tag please interact with this post in someway so I can follow you. I need to know all of the peeps so I can collect them like a g/t infinity gauntlet
Pls Reblog so that I can follow as many people as possible the goal is constant g/t on my feed :)
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hey! if you are an adult in the g/t community could you reblog or interact with this post? i’d just like it to be easier for us to find each other
#gt community#sfw gt#giant/tiny#g/t#size difference#mish txt#also this post is being made with the assumption that you be okay with the possibility of me following you if you interact
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Shall we dance?
Bonus:
(Click for better quality. Reblogs are appreciated!)
#my art#my ocs#knight art#giant knight#g/t community#sfw gt#gt fluff#awf: altair#awf: lorelai#g/t art#giant tiny#knight#heheheehehe them :DD
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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
#g/t community#gt community#giant/tiny#gentle giant#g/t#gt#giant#g/t art#g/t drawing#g/t related#g/t fluff#g/t writing#g/t ocs#gianttiny#giant tiny#gt fluff#gt angst#gt writing#gt art#sfw gt#sfw g/t#giant monsters
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Putting a Blanket over your loved ones because they're tired... 💤
Appropriate I post this late as hell because I nearly forgot and I'm tucking myself in shhh.
Winter Prompt for @donnyanne!
#lnbeep art#giant and tiny#g/t#giant tiny#giant/tiny#sfw gt#size difference#lnbeep commissions#g/t winter prompts
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#g/t community#g/t#giant tiny#sfw g/t#size difference#gt community#g/t fluff#sfw gt#tiny hand#big hand
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plzzzzzZZZ draw super tall kanaya
Dave is there to do the Midwestern Dad Looking At Bad Weather pose & snap selfies.
#homestuck#homestuck fanart#rose lalonde#dave strider#kanaya maryam#ART TAG#this is technically but not really but also kind of stealth so i'll tag it for the homies#sfw gt#i think that extra extra extra large kanaya is what we all need in these trying times#tori from the future here. i've had this thing in my queue ALL day because i don't want to get in the habit#of posting my art @ times when i ought to be in bed#but i'm tired of waiting because kanaya looks WAY too cute in this so
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helping a big ol lizard guy with his wounds~ 🩹
this is ambrose!! still writing him but hes a woodland hunter-scout type character- very soft & attentive <3 he thinks daisy is very cute also which is why he's embarrassed ehehe >:3c
#g/t#giant/tiny#gt#giant tiny#g/t art#gt art#sfw gt#fairy#sfw g/t#giant/tiny art#g/t fluff#g/t community#g/t ocs#g/t prompts#g/t drawing#g/t sfw#gianttiny#gt fluff#gtfluff#g/t whump
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This is from a while back but I never posted. Just some soft moment stuff between Jayce and his baby sister. It's hard missing out on 5 years and knowing she's older now, but sometimes they still have their moments. Think she's upset bc of school drama.
#Daniel Spellbound#Jayce Chinda#Shakila Chinda#Bleeding Magic AU#giant tiny#gentle giant#sfw gt#you can pry their sibling relationship from my cold dead hands#my art
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