#g/t au

[puddingforg]

FINALLY Finished this darn comic, I do kinda like how it turned out, the comic is inspired by @krackenwl post abt turning giant panic!

(CHECK THE REPOST BCS THERE ARE MORE SCENES THAT DIDN’T FIT HERE‼️‼️)

I apologize for the artstyle change, I started this on march and then picked up again in August, hence the change, anyways I hope y’all like it and let me know if y’all would like a part 2 ^^!

Btw the characters here are my ocs Hunter and Owen :)

[jessie-pop-post]

I find very funny how aggressive is Y/N to Wally

It seems that Wally doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

Borrower AU belongs to @cloudy-dreams

[hootnhoney]

Recycling an old scenery piece I made a while ago and making it sanders sides related

[conman167936]

Borrowers In The Apocalypse

So I had this idea specifically while thinking about The Last Of Us, but any zombie apocalypse story will do.

A few days after the initial outbreak, the existence of borrowers is revealed to the world. See, borrowers can get infected just like humans, and tiny zombies don’t care as much about staying out of sight. So humans discover tiny zombies, and soon after, tiny people.

However, this revelation is completely overshadowed by everything else going on in the middle of the apocalypse. Humans, quite literally, have bigger things to worry about.

And so over time, borrowers just kind of… assimilate themselves into the human quarantine zones. Obviously there are some bad humans who want to kill and cage borrowers, but a lot of humans are pretty on board with coexisting alongside tiny people. It’s not like they use up a ton of resources.

But here’s where things get interesting. You might think a zombie apocalypse would be super dangerous for borrowers, but they’re actually holding their own better than most of the humans. After all, the average borrower has way better survival skills than the average human. They’ve had to survive against impossible odds all their lives, whereas humans are just now having this problem.

And so we start to see interesting alliances start to form between borrowers and humans. Borrowers can teach humans everything they know about survival, in exchange for food and shelter. It’s a symbiotic relationship.

Now, when it comes to the zombies, borrowers are actually really good at staying out of sight. Most zombies never even think to look down. But tiny zombies are actually significantly more of a threat to a borrower… unless you have a human friend who can just squish them.

So yeah, a human and a borrower as a badass apocalypse duo.

[clairebearsparkles]

Ngl I would sacrifice my soul for your moth Jon. He’s such a guy I love him

I too would sacrifice my soul for him no questions asked

[gtcutie]

Sorry for being inactive!! Been busy. But as I’ve said before, giants comforting tinies is just😩🤌🤌🤌. Finger pats💗💗💗>>>

(Anime: Natsuyuki Rendezvous)

[t3a-tan]

What if...

James was a size shifter, became friends with human Oliver, and then accidentally grew right in front of him at one point.

Little did James know, Oliver already found out he was a size shifter and doesn't mind in the slightest.

[the-borrower1]

Giant ghosts being treated like weather phenomenon since they aren't violent and don't notice tinies. Local news will report where they are sighted and where and how fast they are traveling. Passing through one is like passing through an intense and really cold fog storm. Some are humanoid, others are a blurry mass.

[tolsizedlove]

was looking for jewelry when i found this gem-

[angstylittleguy]

Broken

The first time Dalton shrinks in front of Bennett. The experience leaves him injured and mistrusting of Bennett, who doesn't quite understand what he's done wrong.

tw: anxiety, uncomfortable touching

character context: Dalton is a size-shifter whose height is affected by his emotions. Bennett frequently gets stuck in time loops and the only way to get the loop to end is for him to survive the day.

word count: 2.1k

-> In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong masterpost link: Here

-> character introductions and moodboards: Here

Dalton felt an itch begin to spread across his skin. It started on his chest and it felt like his heart was being squeezed. He took in a sharp breath, gaining the attention of Bennett. His eyes snapped over to him.

“You okay?”

The itch was spreading, moving down his arms and his legs. Not now, not now, Dalton thought, his heartbeat spiking. He felt like he couldn’t catch his breath.

Bennett was staring at him with concern, briefly glancing around the library to see if anyone else had noticed his panic. Dalton’s hands were on both sides of his head and he was bent over the table. 

He had to focus. Swallow down the itch. This could not happen right now, not in a crowded place like this. Not in front of Bennett. 

Bennett reached a hand out to him. “Dude, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

The unexpected touch on Dalton’s arm pulled him out of his concentration, and he felt himself drop down a couple of inches. Once it started, there was no containing the shift in size. Without a word, Dalton stood from the table and rushed to the nearest aisle of bookshelves. 

It was just his luck, Dalton thought. The university library was a horrible place for him shrink down. What was worse, was that it was happening in front of Bennett. He had only just met the guy a couple days ago, and he was one of the only two people that knew about his abilities. Rory had left them alone for just a measly few minutes to go and find a book she needed, and now she wouldn’t be around while Dalton was small and unprotected.

He reached an isolated corner in the back of the library—just in time, too—and Dalton felt the world shift before his eyes as his stomach dropped. He fell to his knees in an attempt to lessen the temporary vertigo. With labored breaths, Dalton looked up, seeing the shelves tower high above his head. He was about half the height of a regular-sized novel right now, and he was out in the open for anyone to see. Anxiety gripped at his throat. 

Thundering footsteps caught his attention, and without a moment’s hesitation, he sprinted to the nearest bookshelf in an effort to conceal himself. 

Bennett slowly came down the aisle. “Dalton?” he called, “Where’d you go?”

Dalton shouldn’t say anything. He shouldn’t reveal his hiding space. He’d never been around Bennett small. He would be completely at his mercy. He had no idea how Bennett would react. 

Then again, Dalton was in the middle of a public library at his university. Anybody could find him, and when he was this vulnerable there would be nothing he could do if they decided to do anything to him.

His safest option would be with Bennett, no matter how unfamiliar that territory is.

Dalton peeked his head out from his hiding place. “I—I’m here,” he called. He hated how his voice trembled.

Bennett’s eyes shot down to the ground, and Dalton watched in anxiety-riddled silence as he waited for Bennett to spot him. 

He hated the fascination that took over Bennett’s features when their eyes locked. Dalton couldn’t help but to take a couple of steps back as Bennett lowered himself to the floor. 

“Holy shit!” A smile crept onto Bennett’s face. “You’re so little.”

Dalton flinched at the volume of his voice, stumbling back a couple more steps. He was nearly totally concealed by the shadows of the bookshelf, and frankly, he felt much safer in there. Even if Bennett hadn’t done anything, he couldn’t help that his flight instinct was screaming at him to run. 

“Keep your voice down,” Dalton told him, his own voice hushed. 

“What was that?” Bennett asked, leaning forwards. “I can hardly hear you.”

He was close. He was too close. “Step back,” Dalton said, voice brittle. He held out a hand as if that would do anything. 

Dalton couldn’t pinpoint the expression that painted Bennett’s face at his words, but he didn’t like the way his eyes softened. “Hey, man,” Bennett said, “it’s just me.”

Yeah, no shit. Dalton did not know Bennett. They had only just met. He had no idea how Bennett would act around him at this size. “I need you to go get Rory,” Dalton told him.

“Why? What’s she going to do that I can’t?”

She would know how Dalton was feeling. Her abilities made sure of that. And even though he would never wish this kind of anxiety on his worst enemy, having someone know exactly what was going through his mind would be better at handling him small compared to someone that Dalton only knew as… sporadic.

“No—nothing,” Dalton responded, too stressed to argue. “Just, we need to get out of here. Like, right now.”

“Okay,” Bennett nodded. “I can handle that.”

He reached out a hand and scooped Dalton into a fist. 

The claustrophobia was immediate. Dalton felt like he was being squeezed—no, he was being squeezed—and the air was quickly stolen from his lungs. His ribs felt like they were going to shatter. He was going to tell Bennett that he was holding him too tight, but his world was lurched forwards as they took a giant step forward. 

Dalton wanted to yell, wanted to demand that Bennett put him back down because he regretted his request to leave immediately, but the fear of being heard (or worse, seen) by others made him keep his mouth shut. 

“I’m gonna put you in my hoodie pocket,” Bennett said as they approached the table they had been working at. “So, I can grab our stuff.”

Without warning he was shoved into his front hoodie pocket. Dalton fought an unmanly yelp as he scrambled for purchase in the fabric.

It was hot, it was tight, it was moving, and there was nothing Dalton could do about it. Where was Bennett taking him? Was he going to tell Rory what was happening? Or would Dalton be stuck with Bennett alone until he was able to grow to his normal size?

The walk felt much too long, or much to short, Dalton couldn’t decide. Bennett’s calloused hands found their way around him again, and Dalton was forced back out into the open. His head spun as Bennett adjusted him right-side up, and Dalton was then—rather carelessly—dropped onto a hard surface. He hit hard, not prepared for the drop, and fell on his side, a hard ough! escaping his lips on impact. He propped himself up on one elbow as he took in his surroundings, afraid to find out where Bennett had taken him.

He was in a dorm room, and Dalton could only guess it was Bennett’s. It was messy—clothes scattered on the floor, loose papers sprawled across the surface of the desk—and as he looked around it seemed that Bennett caught on to what he was thinking.

“Uh, sorry about the mess.” He began to pick up his clothes and throw them into his wardrobe. “I wasn’t really expecting company.”

Dalton, finally free from his fabric prison, took this moment to catch his breath. Not being Bennett’s center of attention and being high off the floor was a lot better than what had happened to him so far.

He couldn’t bring himself to stand just yet. His stomach was still lurching from the jostling movements and his legs were weak with anxiety. Dalton watched Bennett shove his clothing into his wardrobe with enough force to snap Dalton in half at this size if Bennett felt like it. He needed to get up, needed to put himself somewhere he felt a little safer. 

Dalton sat up, the pain around his ribs almost immediate. They felt bruised—maybe worse—and Dalton knew instantly that coming here was a bad idea. He should have known that Bennett was just too curious about his abilities, and that nothing good could come from this little unwanted adventure. 

Bennett sat down at his desk, towering over Dalton’s pitiful form.

“So, now what?” Bennett asked, harshly propping his elbow up on the desk and cradling his chin in his hand. “How do we make you big again?”

Dalton swallowed thickly as he looked up at Bennett, unable to hold eye contact any longer before he forced his head to look back down. “Time,” he choked out. 

Bennett hummed, the fingers of his free hand appearing out of nowhere and grabbing hold of one of Dalton’s arms. His forearm was pinched between two fingers, squeezed just a little too tight. He was then forced to turn his arm over as Bennett examined his too-small limb. “What are you doing?” Dalton asked him, forcing his voice not to tremble.

“Just looking at you,” Bennett answered. “You’re just so small it’s actually insane.”

There was a lump in Dalton’s throat. “Please—please let go.”

“Relax, dude. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

It was too late for that, Dalton wanted to say. But he kept his mouth shut and let Bennett continue to gawk at him. He just prayed that he got bored soon. 

“Your hands are so tiny,” Bennett said. “They’re like the size of my fingertip.” 

His fingers moved down the length of Dalton’s arm, pinching his hand as he marveled at Dalton’s size. Bennett chuckled. “I can’t help but to laugh,” Bennett told him, “this is just so crazy.”

He then yanked on his arm and Dalton lurched forward. His ribs screamed with pain and without a hand to catch himself with, Dalton rolled sideways onto his shoulder. He hit the surface of the desk with an oof.

“Sorry, man.” Bennett was still chuckling, oblivious to Dalton’s discomfort. “I just…” His voice trailed off. “Wow.” 

With each prod and poke and unintentional careless action, Dalton felt more and more broken. Tears began to well in his eyes—tears that Bennett didn’t notice due to his curiosity that overpowered his sensitivity—and a sob caught in his throat. 

Dalton bit his lip, struggling with the internal conflict of wanting Bennett to understand and fearing his own vulnerability. Fear left him frozen where he fell, head and shoulder pressed against the hard surface of the desk. Bennett’s touch never relinquished.

As Bennett’s finger lingered on his side, Dalton’s breath hitched, the ache in his ribs intensifying. He wanted to speak up, to tell Bennett to be more careful, but fear held his tongue. 

A finger ran down the length of Dalton’s side with the intention to forcefully lift him from his spot on the desk. Finally, a single tear rolled down Dalton’s cheek. A choked sob escaped through his lips, and Bennett’s touch froze in its place. 

Dalton swallowed hard, his whole-body tensing as Bennett’s finger pressed against his bruised ribs again. “Bennett, please,” Dalton managed to choke out, his voice trembling.

Bennett paused, noticing the fear in Dalton’s eyes. “Oh,” he said quickly, withdrawing his hand. “Did I hurt you?”

Dalton nodded silently, his chest tight with anxiety. 

“I—I’m sorry.” Bennett was cupping his hands together, holding them close to his chest. “I didn’t realize.”

Dalton didn’t move for a few long moments. He allowed himself to cry. To grieve for a loss of normalcy that he hadn’t realized he lost. He waited for the stinging sensation in his ribs to mellow out enough for him to sit up, to look at Bennett with red, tear-stained eyes and demand that he go and get Rory so this nightmare can come to an end. 

Bennett was already crying. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I wasn’t thinking and—”

“That’s the problem,” Dalton replied bitterly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t think.”

A silence settled between them, thick and heavy with unspoken words. 

“I’m so sorry, Dalton,” Bennett finally said softly, his voice tinged with regret. “I’ll try to do better. Next time—”

“There is no next time,” Dalton interrupted. “Please, just call Rory.”

Without a word, Bennett turned away from the desk. He dialed a number on his phone and put it to his ear. 

[bad-author777]

OK HEAR ME OUT

G/t size swap au where the og tiny is like a complete asshole, and og big usually doesn’t take it seriously, like small’s threats can’t *actually* hurt them so it’s fine. Until they wake up size swapped and OH SH- THE TINY GUY WHO KEEPS THREATENING TO STAB ME WITH A TACK IN MY SLEEP COULD ACTUALLY KILL ME NOW

This could go multiple ways like what if the tiny is actually a super caring dude and aggression is just their love language

or like what if they don’t get that og big is actually scared and mess with them more THE FEAR PLAY POSSIBILITIES I CANT—

If anyone knows a fic like this please share T^T

[puddingforg]

part 2!! in case you wanna check out part 1 here it is :))

overall liked how the comic turned out, would've like my style to be a bit more consistent but it is what it is

I have a part 3 planned in my head still let me know if yall would like me to post it :)

[beuhakkaka]

Tending to wounds

Follow up scene from this

Annora is consistently getting herself in danger across au's LMAO

[alittlesongbirdchirps]

🪶Pests  

Summary: Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, foolishly picks up a cursed item during an investigation. Now, he is the size of a borrower and is being mistaken for one of these pests.

Notes: If you don't like references to dehumanization and cruelty please skip. As well as trauma talk.

Part 1

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It was late in Gotham, and Batman was investigating a string of disappearances. The trail went cold and stopped right outside this old building.

Records show that it was bought around the time of the first string of disappearances.

Coincidence doesn't happen in Gotham.

He enters throw one of the high windows, the lights in his cowl light up the room.

Dust everywhere except one thing a small wooden figurine of a robin, sitting on a bookshelf between a few books.

Maybe this is the key to a secret entranceway, and he will have answers to the whereabouts of what happened to all the missing people.

He picks up the figurine, he waits for something to open up, but nothing. He is confused, he moves it around trying to see if this has a trigger on it and it does, he presses it, and suddenly searing pain moves throughout his entire body, causing him to drop the figurine, and fall to his knees letting out a cry of pain.

When it finally stops as the pain and the ghost of it leaves, he shakingly pushes himself up trying to steady himself, He straightens himself up, and a breath of confusion leaves him.

The room is suddenly giant, and the robin figurine towers over his small stature, he quickly puts together that this robin figurine has altered him physically, and is the reason for his new size dilemma.

He presses the comm in his cowl.

"Agent A, I've been compromised come to the current location."

He waits for Alfred's response, but nothing he presses it again.

"Agent A, come in?"

"Alfred?"

He trails off, it's just silent no static to signal any interrupted or frequency blockers.

He needs to make it back to Batcave, to find a way to reverse this. He's not foolish enough to touch the figurine again but his brain does rake how it managed to change his size and other possibilities, mostly linking to the missing persons case he's currently investigating.

But he has to put a halt on that investigation until he can make it back to the cave thankfully this happened while in gear, and he reaches for his grapple. Angling up to the window he came through, it's a lot higher he's not even sure it's gonna reach but thankfully it does and he flies above the now giant window arch.

He knows now he won't be able to propel himself from building to building, swinging across Gotham because his line is now not long enough to do so, he's going to add that to a list of protocols and suit upgrades later.

He's recoursing a new route in his head, avoiding people would be preferable especially since the likelihood of being mistaken for one of those pests often spotted out here is high.

But he doesn't have much of a choice, so he grapples to the ground. Doing his best to make sure he stays within the shadows, he feels more vulnerable right now and unfortunately, he is almost immediately spotted, which is very odd for him.

Before he can even think a giant boot comes stomping down near him, he barely manages to roll out of the way before its coming down again. He's not gonna be able to dodge this time, that's when he suddenly feels himself being pulled down into the grates below.

He instantly turns around prepared to defend himself and pauses when he sees a young adult and a kid.

"wow, you dressed funny."

The younger one says causing the older one to sigh, putting his hand against his own head.

"Jay."

The younger one named Jay, shrugs.

"What, he is ain't he?"

The older one sighs and turns to Bruce with a small smile and reaches his hand out.

"The names Dick."

Bruce raises an eyebrow under the cowl, he doesn't shake his hand but his mind raises with thoughts. He looked them up and down maybe this is what happened to the missing people maybe they had been shrunken it would have been easier to hide the-

His thought trails off as a small rat-like tail sways behind both of them, they are no victims, they are borrowers and thieves. Pest.

He looks at them under the cowl with disgust.

"I didn't need your help,"

he states firmly.

Jay scoffs

"yeah, will tell your smoshed body next time."

Dick lightly smacks the back of Jay's head as the young kid grips it and glares up at Dick.

"Just you wait dickie, ill get taller than you and-"

Bruce cuts him off.

"I don't have time for this."

Before making his way up toward the grates trying to pull himself up and out when he's pulled back down by Dick.

"what are you crazy, going out in the open, do you have a death wish."

Bruce glares at him, causing Dick to awkwardly stiffen underneath the glare.

"I don't know if you're new or not but Gotham is the worst place to be out in the open and to be by yourself, especially for people like us."

Bruce scoffs

"I'm nothing like you."

The simple notion is offensive to him, but it seems the younger one was more offended than he was and let out a growl.

"what cause you got some fancy rock clothes on or somethin huh you think you're better than us."

Dick sighs and Bruce looks baffled.

"rock clothes?"

He looks down at his Kevlar armor, how does this look anything like a rock?

Dick once again speaks up offering help to Bruce.

"Listen how about we help you get where you need to go."

Bruce nearly immediately states no, but he pauses. He needs to think about this logically, he might not be able to get back to the cave by himself, meaning those who are missing may never be found.

"What do you get out of it?"

Jay blurts out before Dick could even repsond.

"Part of your rock clothes."

Dick shakes his head, covering Jay's mouth.

"Peace and mind knowing you're not dead and maybe you can teach us a few things in return."

Bruce thinks for a moment and hesitates, he has no choice not really he doesn't know Gotham from this perspective, from this size.

"Fine."

(I hope you liked it, if you have any questions. Shoot them through. I would love to hear any questions or thoughts. Thanks, also sorry for the dialogue.)

[that-one-anime-writer]

Clingy giants yall. CLINGY. GIANTS.

Like imagine waking up, you’re laying on the pillow next to them. You try to leave and get ready for the day but before you can- *YOINK* they grab you quickly, but gently, pulling up against their chest in a warm hug.

“Hey! We’re gonna be late today!”

“I don’t care. I wanna cuddle the cutest person in the world”

Honestly I wouldn’t care if I got held hostage by a huge cuddle monster ☺️

[clairebearsparkles]

Babe’s just going through it