#g/t au

[puddingforg]

I’ve been waiting like this:

For someone to ask me to reverse the roles of my ocs just so I can post some scenario of g! Owen xD

[mysevenshootingstars]

more Cirrus and Charlie gt art mwahaha

reference

(for this one I referenced a random manga(?) panel I found while looking for references, idk what it's from)

Cirrus isn't really taking Charlie's feelings into account here, more focused on the job they've been assigned than what the Charlottes actually want. They're not malicious, more like unintentionally callous and uncaring towards the desires of the non-divine ("mortal" is arguably not applicable to Charlie). Also! The Charlottes in these images are different fragments.

These drawings are definitely more Cirrus focused, but I'm sort of using them as a character study of sorts. Charlotte is a lot more developed in my mind and will probably be the subject of the majority of my oc stuff so I'm okay with these drawings being more visually centered around Cirrus.

[artbysarf]

The LITTLE Little Mermaid

[pipinpali]

Rp doodles of me and my friend 's ocs!!!!

No text ver under cut!! !

[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

[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)

[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-

[puddingforg]

I recreated the monsters vs aliens scene with something that could happen in my ocs universe :)

[alittlesongbirdchirps]

🪶Pests 

Part 2: Learning.

Summary: Unfortunately, Bruce Is beginning to learn more about these borrowers.

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

Previous/Next Part

They had gotten Bruce pretty far and avoided any people. Thankful. They stopped briefly for the night, and Jason was bored.

"Teach me something."

The boy demanded.

Bruce raised an eyebrow and almost scoffed.

"You promised, so teach me something."

Bruce sighed, standing up, and Jason looked excited, while Dick watched curiously from afar.

"Imagine you are bleeding severely from here. What do you do?"

He pointed to Jason's stomach, whose face fell.

"Uh, just wait for the embrace of death?"

Bruce's face faltered briefly.

"No."

He grunted in annoyance.

"You keep pressure on it, put your hands on the wounds before going to the--"

He was going to say hospital, but that wouldn't be an option for them, nor would needle and thread.

"Depending on the wound, you could use fire to close it as long as it's not too big, or you can—"

He cut himself off thinking with a hmmm, what would they use for a needle and thread?

"You stopped functioning, huh?"

Jason teased him smugly.

Bruce scoffed before shaking his head and picking up a small piece of wood; it would be like a prick for him if he was back to his normal size.

"Use a thorn or sharpen a piece of wood until it's small and sharp enough to pierce through the skin."

Jason's face scrunched up in disgust.

"Then what?"

Dick asked. Coming over, Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"You take some grass, thin it, and—"

He picked up some of the grass, thinning it into a string, and then he took the small piece of wood from earlier.

"Then you do this over the wound."

He makes a motion on his skin, not piercing it, but enough for an example.

"It will close the wound. I suggest doing this with clean hands and no dirt, or you'll get sick."

Dick nodded as he listened, whereas Jason just ran off, bored, to another area.

"Sorry about him. He has a short attention span."

Bruce nodded hesitantly; Jason, despite being a borrower, reminded him of an actual human kid.

It's almost worrying how human-like borrowers seemed to be. It would mean he allowed innocents to be hurt, children because he and society saw them as pests. He hoped somewhat this was a one-off; he looked back at Jason, who was now playing with a giant ladybug.

Bruce was glad that he wasn't any smaller knowing what he knew about ladybugs and other insects.

"Did they take your tail?"

Dick asks out of nowhere.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me."

He stared at Jason's tail and then at Dick's. He didn't notice it earlier, but Dick's tail didn't move naturally, more like some type of costume tail he'd seen on Halloween, and when he kept looking, he noticed it didn't look natural either in comparison to Jason's. And as he continued to stare, Dick moved uncomfortably under his stare.

"Jason and I aren't actually brothers."

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed. Why would he tell him that there was something he was missing? Context, clues?

The fake tail, the social awareness to stop Jason from being rude earlier, and understanding what Bruce was explaining in comparison to Jason. Bruce's eyes widen.

"Are you actu—?"

He was cut off as the whole area began to shake.

"Dick!?"

Jason cried, running over to Dick and hugging him tightly. Dick lightly touched the back of Jason's head, worry on his face.

"What's going on?"

Bruce asked, preparing to defend.

Dick's face looked upset and serious.

"Gotham City regular pest control."

Bruce looked confused before his eyes widened. Borrowers were considered worse than rats because they were somewhat more sentient and sneakier, so Gotham and other cities made pest control to kill borrowers specifically.

Bruce quickly pulled Dick along with Jason.

"This way."

he shouted before clarifying as he dragged them.

"Earlier, when we arrived here, I made sure to scan for all exits and noted them down."

And just as he pulled them through one of the small tunnels made by most likely bugs, the area they were previously in filled with gas.

They barely made it by the skin of their necks. He hopes he will reach the manor soon and return to normal.

(Sorry it took so long. XD Hope, you enjoyed it. Remember, for any Au's or ideas, you can send an ask.)

STILL NOT CONFIDENT WITH MY GRAMMER AND WRITING LOL.

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[angstylittleguy]

The Rift

Part 2 of "Broken." After Rory rescues Dalton from a too-curious Bennett, Dalton reveals his newly-formed opinion of him, which leaves a divide in the group. // Part 1

tw: anger, guilt, bruises

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. Rory is a mind reader that is unable to control her ability. The voices in her head are constant and the emotions of the people around her are often inflicted onto her.

word count: 2k

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

-> character introductions and moodboards: Here

Dalton stood on the bathroom counter, his shirt pulled up and back facing the mirror. He peered over his shoulder, staring at the marks on his skin.

Rory stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed uncomfortably over her chest. Her skin was crawling with anger, sadness, confusion—all emotions coming from Dalton—and she couldn’t help the frown that decorated her lips. 

When Bennett had called her, she was still in the library. She hadn’t even known that he and Dalton had left. And then Bennett said that there had been an accident. That Dalton had shrunken and they had to leave. That they were in Bennett’s dorm and Dalton was crying. 

As she walked down the dorm hallway, her neck immediately pricked with regret and fear. It was emanating from Bennett’s room in harsh waves, and it didn’t take a genius to know that something was horribly wrong. She opened the door—it wasn’t locked—and she saw Bennett sitting on his bed in the far corner of the room. His knees were tucked close to his chest, back pressed against the wall like he was trying to make himself look small. His eyes cut to Rory as she entered. With a shaky finger, he pointed to the other side of the room.

Rory’s eyes fell upon Dalton, impossibly small, curled up on the surface of Bennett’s desk, laying on his side. His back was to the room, his arms gathered around his midsection. Strong feelings of mistrust made the hair on Rory’s arms stand on end.

She kneeled next to the desk. “Dalton?”

He rolled over on his back, turning his head to face her. His eyes were red and angry. “Can you take me home, please?” Dalton asked her, closing his eyes like he was fighting back more tears. 

Rory glanced back at Bennett one more time before very carefully scooping Dalton into her hands. He groaned at the movement. 

As Rory was leaving, she regarded Bennett. He watched her numbly. “I’ll come back later, okay?” Rory said, holding the door open with her hip. 

Bennett just nodded. 

Now at Dalton’s house, Rory wasn’t sure what to do for him. He was angry and upset, small and helpless. He wanted nothing more than to be left alone but Rory couldn’t bring herself to leave him in good conscience. 

“I knew he was too reckless,” Dalton said, his voice hard and laced with venom as he stared at his reflection. “I knew it the moment I met him that something like this was going to happen.”

Rory was quiet, still watching his small figure examine himself in the mirror.

“And the worst part,” Dalton continued, “was that I let it happen.”

“This isn’t your fault,” Rory responded, sympathy twanging deep in her chest.

“It’s not,” was Dalton’s short answer. “It’s Bennett’s. He’s too unpredictable. Doesn’t know what he’s doing. He never thinks. This could have all been avoided if he would just use his stupid brain!” 

Rory didn’t say anything. The air in Dalton’s house felt thick, suffocating almost. Rory could feel the weight of Dalton’s words, the sharpness of his anger—a heaviness she could practically touch as it settled between them. She had been in this position before, trying to soothe someone who didn’t want comfort. It never felt easy.

Dalton continued to stare at his reflection, his tiny form so vulnerable in contrast to the fury in his voice. He had a way of making everything seem like a disaster, as if the world was always crumbling around him. Rory didn’t know if it was his usual self-destructive streak or the aftermath of what had happened with Bennett. Probably both.

“Dalton, it’s not all on Bennett,” she said softly, her voice tentative but firm, hoping he could hear her through the layers of his anger.

Dalton scoffed, the sound small but biting. “You don't get it. He's dangerous. One minute he’s fine, and the next—” He stopped himself abruptly, his voice cracking. The vulnerability underneath the anger was hard to miss. “I thought I could trust him,” he muttered, his eyes drifting back to the mirror, his expression changing from rage to something quieter, sadder. “But I should’ve known better.”

Rory didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she just moved closer, kneeling next to him on the counter, keeping her distance but offering a presence, the kind that didn’t ask questions or try to fix things. Just someone to listen. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Dalton,” Rory said. “Bennett’s just... He’s still learning, just like us. You both are. This isn’t the end of the world. It’s just a moment.”

Dalton’s eyes flicked toward her, but his face remained tight, the corners of his lips pressed into a line of frustration. His small form seemed so fragile against the vastness of the bathroom counter, yet the intensity in his gaze was anything but small.

“Moment?” he repeated, his voice low and bitter, “This is more than a moment, Rory. He nearly killed me.” He sucked in a shaky breath, his fists clenched at his sides, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. “I don’t care if he’s learning, okay? I’m the one who pays for his mistakes.”

Rory felt a stab of helplessness as she watched him, wishing there was more she could do—more than just listen, more than just offer hollow assurances. She understood his anger, his frustration. It was so much easier to lash out, to blame someone else for the pain, especially when that someone was someone you thought you could trust.

She opened her mouth, ready to offer more words, but Dalton cut her off before she could speak.

“I shouldn’t have trusted him. I should’ve known better. It’s always the same with me—people get close, and then they—” He trailed off, swallowing hard. His voice cracked with the rawness of the emotion, but it wasn’t just about Bennett anymore, Rory realized. It was about the constant cycle that Dalton had somehow resigned himself to. Trusting people, letting them in, only to get hurt.

The air between them thickened with the weight of unspoken words. Rory’s fingers twitched, unsure of whether to reach for him or give him the space he so obviously wanted. Instead, she settled for her words.

“You deserve better than this,” Rory finally whispered. “Better than feeling like this... all the time.”

Dalton shifted slightly, the first hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes, though he quickly masked it with a sharp inhale.

“Yeah,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “I know.”

They sat in silene for a moment. Eventually, Dalton spoke again, his tone quieter now, almost apologetic. “I’m sorry, Rory. I don’t mean to be... this way. It’s just... a lot.”

“I know,” Rory replied gently.

Finally, she stood up from the counter. “I should let you rest. You’ve been through enough for today. But I’ll check in on you later, okay?”

Dalton gave a small nod, not quite meeting her eyes. “Yeah. Thanks, Rory.”

“Take care of yourself,” Rory said softly, her hand on the doorknob, looking back at him one last time before stepping into the hallway.

Dalton didn’t respond, but she knew he’d heard her.

…

Rory knocked softly on Bennett’s dorm room door, the sound a gentle tap against the heavy silence that seemed to hang over the hallway. She waited for a response, but there was nothing but stillness on the other side. She pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking as she stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tightly shut, leaving only a faint sliver of light filtering through the edges. Bennett was sitting on the bed, his face buried in his hands, his body shaking with silent sobs. The sight of him, so raw and vulnerable, took Rory by surprise. She had always seen him as confident, maybe even reckless, but never like this.

“Bennett?”

Bennett lifted his head slowly at the sound of her voice, his eyes red and swollen, the weight of his guilt palpable in the room. His face crumpled again, and he buried his face in his hands once more, letting out a muffled sob.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him,” Bennett said, his voice barely a whisper, thick with regret. ���I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know, Rory. I didn’t know how fragile he was when he was that small. I thought I was just… But I didn’t realize how much I could hurt him.” His words were tangled in his grief, and Rory could hear the guilt twisting his insides.

“You didn’t know,” Rory said gently, her voice calm but firm.

Bennett shook his head, his hands still gripping his face as if trying to block out the shame. “I should’ve known better. I should’ve… I thought it was all fun, Rory. I thought—hell, I thought it was cool, you know? I’ve never seen anything like that before.” His voice cracked, and he lowered his hands to his lap, his eyes vacant as he stared at the floor. “I don’t know how to fix it. How can I fix it after everything that’s happened?”

“Maybe you don’t need to fix it right away,” Rory said after a pause, her voice thoughtful. “Maybe you just need to be there for him. Show him that you care. You don’t have to have all the answers, Bennett. Just listen to him. Let him know that you’re sorry. And don’t push him. Let him come to you when he’s ready. That’s how you can start.”

Bennett looked up at her then, his eyes still full of confusion and pain. It was as if the weight of her words was just starting to settle on him, too heavy to lift on his own. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head again.

“I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me,” he muttered, his voice strained and brittle. “I don’t know how to show him that I didn’t mean for any of this. I just wanted to—” He stopped himself, running a shaky hand through his hair. Bennett wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his emotions. He let out a shuddering breath before speaking again, quieter this time, almost to himself.

“I don’t even know what to say to him. What if it’s too late? What if he hates me?”

Rory’s expression softened. “You don’t know unless you try. And if you don’t try, you’ll regret it.”

Bennett sat there for a moment, quiet, as if weighing her words. Then, slowly, he nodded. “I’ll talk to him,” Bennett said finally, his voice steadier now, though still threaded with doubt. “I don’t know what I’ll say, but I’ll talk to him.”

Rory smiled softly, her hand resting on his shoulder, grounding him. “That’s all you can do, Bennett. Just be honest. The rest will come with time.”

For a long moment, the two of them sat in the stillness of the room. Bennett, his thoughts still swirling with guilt. Finally, Bennett stood up, wiping his eyes once more as if trying to regain some of his composure. “Thanks, Rory,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

[lulubelle0318]

So, how does everyone feel about a short TF2 g/t found family AU (about 4 chapters) where Heavy and Medic are giants that take in a human (the reader) that was originally supposed to be a sacrifice?

[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

[beuhakkaka]

Tending to wounds

Follow up scene from this

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