#g/t stuff

[witchfrom18thcentury]

With humans and tinies I am like: Mmhh, I’m a ok with that. 🙂

But with giants and humans I am like: O my goodness!!! They’re too cute! I love them! 😍🥰❤️💝

[ipilokko]

Mollie close up was a lot of fun fo draw!

[sizebrained]

Starting off 2025 with a commission of Ben and Hazel from Unstuck Together By the wonderful @kix-mm I love it so much! Look at them.

[st4rsinthenight]

★random ahh g/t trope where a farmer goes to feed the animals at the barn only to get shook by the sight of giant legs sticking out of the barns entrance. Turns out that the legs belong to a giant who found shelter in the farmers barn and decided to take a little nap there or something. Oh and, the giant may or may have not destroyed the farmers agriculture work with their footsteps or something.★

[pinkiedevv]

How a Tiny Travels (Ideas)

Climbing:

Ofc every tiny needs a good way to climb, and my primary thought goes to grappling hooks fo sho. Probably made out of actual fishing hooks and attached with corded string XD

Maybe customized shoes with sticky/grippy bottoms like those people who use suction cups to climb skyscrapers XDDD

awhh would a tiny have a little case of gripping chalk so they could hold onto handholds better when climbing?

Somehow an equivalent of a parachute in their backpack in case of a big fall XD. Like basically just a handkerchief that billows out and is attached to the sack with a few strings

Via giant. Period.

But to elaborate, one option is on the shoulder ;3. Tiny can lean against giant's neck or hold onto their ear/earing for stability

The hand. Obvi. Shenanigans have a high chance of ensuing.

Chest pocket. Mmmghhh. AKA the nap spot.

Lawful Chaotic of hoodie pockets, Chaotic Neutral of backpack side-pockets, and Chaotic Evil of pants pockets XDDD

On top of giant's head. Very comfy, much floof. Giant probably will not appreciate the amount of hair pulling that will most definitely be happening up there

Fast Travel:

Roomba. (juuuust make sure tiny can't get sucked in underneath *thumbs up*)

Toy cars except the remote is set up on the car's dash so tiny can control it themselves ;3

Stairway bannisters - AKA the forbidden slide for going from an upper floor to a lower! (And a guaranteed way to give a giant a heart attack! <3)

Pets. Kitties or doggos. Risky beezneez this can be, but the rewards are pretty stellar if tiny makes a good fren outta them~

In the air:

BIRBS - highkey could be scary cuz some birds definitely look like they'd monch on a tiny, but the image of a tiny riding on an owl's back is just - so cute to me

Balloons. Unghhghhhgh. Supervised by their giant ofc. It'd be like a whole hot air balloon except it's just a helium one cuz tinies weigh literally nothing. And a whole paper basket to tie at the bottom for them to ride innnnn yesssss

A drone??? Somehow??? hA like a mini plane/helicopter for tiny

One of those gliding suits like a flying squirrel XD

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Mannnn this. Why can't I be in a world with tinies, huh????

... I WANNA BE ONE OF THEM OKAY TRANSMIGRATE ME ALREADY

ehehe ignore that. Uh. Ye so here've been a buncha travel methods that I've thought of for a tiny! ;D

[narrans]

NEXT PUBLISHED BOOK WINNER!

Hey there tall, small, and in the walls!

I am absolutely thrilled to announce that "My Borrowed Son" has officially won the poll. Across all of my platforms (Tumblr, Wattpad, DeviantArt, Twitter/X, and Ko-Fi), I did the math and My Borrowed Son ended up as the winner.

We are not done yet though!

The next step is to determine whether or not YOU - the amazing and wonderful readers and creators here - want hard back or soft back books.

Keep in mind! These books have raised in price. I did some math and have the price comparison down below.

Hard back is on the LEFT Paperback is on the RIGHT

As you can see, there is a significant price difference.

I would LOVE to do the hardback, but want to make sure this is a financially smart decision.

SO! Below is a poll. Please let me know whether you want hard back or soft back and PLEASE RSVP which book type you would like if you would like to purchase a copy of "My Borrowed Son."

This is such an amazing community and I cannot thank all of you enough for commenting and enjoying my piddly scratchings. I cannot wait to see what you all want to do moving forward. There will certainly be more updates to follow.

Cheers and, as always, stay awesome! ~Narrans

[stupidgtblog]

Random g/t thoughts 8 (or 9????)

I really like the concept of sleeping giants. Idk if i'm weird for it but like I really like it. Like the concept. Like the steady breathing. the COMFINESS the sleep-talking oh my god. Like I read this one fic where the giant was afraid to share a bed but he MOVED her in his sleep to his chest OHHH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD

this one is kinda hard to explain but the almost like half-awake thoughts? Like imagine a (particularly mean) giant right before going to bed is just like 'I love you.' and tiny is just like "?????" and oh they're already asleep and will not remember this in the morning.

Also like waking them up is a whole different thing. Like I personally write all my giants to hate mornings, so getting essentially crawled and poked all over doesn't really help with crankiness. Also the fact that the tiny cant really get anywhere without them, but also we can get like accidental fear??

They couldn't wait anymore. "Wake up! It's almost noon, I've been waiting here for hours! I swear, it's ridiculous I have to deal with this every-" They are cut off by a heavy hand, pressing them deep into the way-too-hard mattress.

"be quiet," they said, groggily, but still way, way louder than they normally are.

"Ok. ok. ok, I'll be quiet - I promise." they said, still shaken.

Cut to PROFUSE apologies when they actually wake.

[welcometomylittlelife]

Hey Parker! I decided to draw you, check it out!

Hope you like it<3 -Zel

@gtzel,

Dude! This looks so cool! Haha I like that you added in the smudges that were always on my face. Mom always told me about all of the smudges that I got - and she never knew where they came from. I was always into something growing up.

And thanks for taking my... well... condition... into account. It's nice to see since that's definitely a part of me.

You seriously have so much talent! Keep it up! And let me know if you have any other fun sketches. I'd love to see them.

That's all from me!

So long! Parker

[greatgigintheskiess]

G/t community!

Put all of your things down and take a look at this:

✨JARS✨

That's it. That's the post.

Just jars :P

[ipilokko]

Been a while since i have drawn gt that was actually worth posting... i have something cooking up though 🤭 sure yall will love it!!!

ANYWAY

Here we got sick roy 😌

Id DIE for him man 😭

HHFHFHF I love him SO MUCH 😭😡

[sizebrained]

Christmas Shopping Surprise, Part 1

Ben and Hazel come across an unexpected surprise while out shopping for the holidays.

CW: None? Probably the most vanilla wholesome installment.

***

It was very cold. It was cold enough to snow but it hadn't yet. Hazel was hoping for snow.

She used to dread snow these past few years in the shed, but, for the first time in a long time, she was looking forward to enjoying it safely and without freezing.

She leaned the whole side of her body against Ben's neck for a bit instead of just a steadying hand. He was so warm.

Ben was glad for the chill, it provided the perfect excuse for Hazel to curl up inside his scarf next to his neck. It kept her from being seen and more than that, he liked having her there against his skin. As he thought about it, he felt her whole body suddenly press against him and it made him stop walking. He wanted to ask if she was alright. He worried that maybe she had slipped but that was so unlike her.

There were a lot of people around. There weren't that many days left until Christmas Eve. And so many people who were milling about were also staring or outright gawking at him. So much attention always made Ben hesitate to say anything to Hazel. He stayed quiet and started walking again when he felt her body lift up off of his neck. After several minutes of silent walking, he realized that it was rather nice to share a moment in silence like this with her. He liked their talks, but this was a nice change. Every so often, he felt her one tiny hand pressed against the side of his neck so that her other hand could pull down the lip of his scarf to peer over it. Sam and Cob did not seem to suffer from the same worry as Ben did about being noticed. He had lost track of Sam well over an hour ago. But he knew her and Cob would be fine.

His older sister, as she insisted that he call her instead of little big sister, was dashing in and out of stores like Scrooge on Christmas morning. More and more bags were being added in tow as she went in and out. Ben was pretty sure she had managed to get his credit card again, but he didn't actually mind it for some reason at Christmas.

Sam had added a headband with reindeer antlers and bells on it that made her even louder still at the very first store they went in. He assumed Cob might be hanging on those antlers now for a better view if the bells weren't too loud. Several stores later, in an overcrowded toy shop, Ben had enough and needed air and space. He didn't bother to ask Hazel if she felt like staying as the noise and motion inside the overcrowded store was making his pulse quicken. He much preferred walking through the festive, but still overcrowded, streets of the downtown shopping area. It was older than the rest of the city, and some of the side streets even had cobblestones that would have been treacherous when he was on crutches.

He was glad to be off of them finally and thought how much it would suck for anyone who needed them all the time, or his neighbor and her wheelchair.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" Ben whispered down at his shoulder breaking into his train of thought not remembering Hazel being this quiet for this long. Hazel patted his neck like she was reassuring her very large circus animal before a show. "Yes that is very sweet of you to ask. But I am perfectly well." She paused for a moment before continuing, "And do not be afraid to actually...you know go into any of these lovely stores and get some presents. I thought you had a list?" He did have a list, but he did not like the stores in this part of town. He was far more accustomed to modern big box stores with warehouse high ceilings and very wide aisles.

All of these stores were postcard perfect and they felt about the same size as a postcard to him. Something about so many people taking selfies or photos made the whole thing worse as he noticed several bystanders take his photo as he passed. "Uh...I will but you know I'm not exactly sure what I want to get for anyone yet...and uh I'm sure I'll know it when I see it you know?" Ben sputtered thinking of a poor excuse on the spot. Hazel knew he felt anxious in such tiny shops. From her spot against his neck, she could literally feel his heart pounding faster underneath and all around her. In the toy store, the thumping had gotten strong enough to shake her whole body. Thankfully, it slowed down fairly quickly when he was out on the street again.

He was getting much better, or at least getting better at knowing what made him calm down. If Ben had jumped, he would have either put a hole in the toy store's ceiling or knocked himself out or both. She wanted to push him to stay but thought better of it.

It was Christmas after all. She thought he deserved a respite from working on his fits.

She found herself enjoying silent walk. Besides, it wasn't like she needed anything in the store or could buy something for herself in any event.

Hazel let herself imagine what it would be like if she was human and she could go shop like all the people she saw going in and out of stores.

She wondered what she'd be like as a human for several long moments. Ben would still be giant but much more manageable. She wondered if they would be a couple if she was human. It was a nice thought. She was getting lost in her own thoughts before something caught her eye and attention.

"Oh! What is that shop! On the other side of the street," Hazel shouted and tugged on the inside of the scarf in the direction of the store.

Ben turned his head and saw a single large window completely filled with a jumble of books. It didn't look like the owner was even trying to have them displayed, just stacked and piled everywhere.

Even from across the street, he could tell it was older and smaller than most of the other stores.

Ben caught himself before he groaned out loud at the thought of having to squeeze into it.

Still, despite his misgivings, he crossed the road and stopped in front of it. He stood there looking down at the window and even smaller than usual door.

"Blackwell at Finchingfield Company's Rare and Desirable Books," Ben read out loud with a chuckle.

"Oh my god this sounds more British than you do," He said down to his neck. "That's near London..." Hazel said flatly back to him as she stared at the words over the scarf as well.

Hazel didn't elaborate any further. Ben sighed as he noticed that there were a few steps leading down to the actual entrance. It was a basement shop but no sign of a store above. Maybe the owner lived above it.

Ben bent down low with a grunt to open the door. It made a bell attached to it jangle loudly.

He sidestepped into the bookstore and immediately regretted his decision. He stood upright and hit his head far sooner than he expected.

The ceiling was abnormally low. It was a basement, but this was ridiculous. He kept his knees bent and felt a tightness in his back.

There were very narrow, angular pathways made their way through floor to ceiling shelves overfilled with books. Ben knew this was going to be an ordeal.

Ben heard Hazel gasp.

"Oh...it's wonderful!" She said in hushed surprise.

From behind a stack of books, Ben heard a very faint voice call out. "Oh hello you two! What a lovely surprise! Come in, come in, please take your time! It's wonderful to have you both! It's been so long."

Ben and Hazel froze in panicked silence. There was no way someone could have spotted Hazel behind Ben's scarf or hear her from that far away. Maybe they were confused anyone actually would come into the store.

"Uh Hello? It's just me...by myself..." Ben yelled out after a very long awkward silence.

Hazel slapped Ben's neck as hard as she could for saying something so awkwardly suspicious.

"Oh! Just you! Right of course dear, just you. I understand. But please come in and take your time. Let me know if you need anything," The voice replied back.

Ben wasn't sure what to do. Half of him thought to just turn around and leave. He stood still for what seemed like an eternity. His back was starting to hurt.

Finally, the oldest, smallest woman he had ever seen slowly stepped out into one of the aisles about 10 feet ahead of him in an aisle. She slowly made her way towards him.

"Dear me aren't you a big one. I swear they get bigger every generation." The old woman said adjusting her glasses and craning her neck to look up at Ben who was still crouching down because of the ceilings.

Ben recognized her British accent through the sheer age of her voice. She was wrapped in a very thick gray button up sweater and looked like she was born in a bookstore hundreds of years ago.

Ben gulped.

"Uh...yeah...but just me...see...and you had said two?" Ben said hoping maybe her mind was going before the old woman interrupted him.

"Oh! Ohhhhhh....Of course, of course, just you dear! And my aren't you big enough for two people anyway. Certainly, certainly, I understand..." the old woman said in a knowing tone that didn't seem like she was missing a beat at all despite her age.

As if to confirm Ben's suspicions, the old woman made a big show of winking up at him and giggled under her breath.

Ben was sure that somehow the old woman knew that Hazel was hiding behind his scarf.

Without saying anything else, the old woman turned and made her way back to her spot again. Ben remained totally still, crouching in place right at the front door. Finally, he had enough and just got down on his knees. It helped.

Hazel popped out from behind his scarf to admonish him in a hushed whisper, "What the bloody hell are you doing?! Get up and go look around!"

Ben looked at her with a grimace afraid to say anything and really make the old woman think there were two people in the store.

"She knows!" he dared to whisper as quietly as he could. Despite his best efforts, his whisper still sounded loud amongst all of the books.

Hazel rolled her eyes huffing in exasperation.

"She knows you are a lunatic the way you are acting right now..." she said while pulling down Ben's scarf.

She walked out onto his shoulder. Then without saying anything, she leapt onto a nearby shelf.

Ben stopped himself from shouting after her. Instead, he decided to turn and awkwardly knee walk down the main aisle towards the old woman.

The sides of his coat were brushing the books and making a swishing sound from the material of it.

Hazel was moving far faster and easier as she disappeared into the stacks far ahead of him. She started looking at the various titles and sections as she raced past them.

She could spend days in here and surely she could avoid being seen by one very old lady.

Hazel was tempted to ask Ben to leave her there so she could explore on her own before she heard him catching up.

After a few labored moments, he finally made it over to where the old woman had shouted at him at the front door. She was standing behind what looked like a very old fashioned cash register with a small, handwritten note taped to the front that read "Cash Only".

Even on his knees, she still had to look up to make eye contact with him. She looked up at Ben with a pleasant expression as if she was waiting for him to speak. He felt the pressure of it and finally blurted something out.

"You've got a lot of books."

Hazel was watching him from a nearby shelf, looking out from behind a small dust covered book. She shook her head in disbelief and rubbed her face.

"Why yes dear. As it so happens, this is a book store," she said emphasizing the word with the same kind of dryness that he noticed in Hazel. She called it wit.

"So I find it does help to have many for sale. Any topics of interest to you or your friend...oh sorry right. I mean are you looking for yourself or someone else?" The woman said correcting herself like she was playing along with a small child over a game of pretend.

Ben stayed silent staring at her. He knew that she knows. He knew that she knows and he knew that she knew that he knows. But she kept up the facade at least.

"Someone else...well she...I mean she likes everything. She's really smart and well read so I don't know what I could get that she wouldn't have already read or could probably recite without reading," Ben replied before she cut him off again.

"A special book for a special someone? I have just the thing." The old woman declared.

Hazel felt her heart flutter a bit at hearing Ben talk about her to someone else like this. She dared to step a little further out from her hiding spot.

Ben started blushing at the long stare from the old woman. She wasn't wrong about Hazel being his "special someone." But it was so weird to talk about it with anyone other than Sam.

"Oh my so large and full of feelings dear..." She said noticing his cheeks. Then she cackled as she walked past him, disappearing into the shelves.

He tilted back and forth on his knees as he waited. She returned to her side of the register holding a small tan book that looked very old. "Does she...Well I suppose that the proper question is do you have this? They never do have their own you know. They're always borrowing in their way but it's fine they never need much and we can always share isn't that right?" the old woman asked with another cackle up as she held out the book to him.

"No I don't have this..." Ben said taking the book. He tried to ignore her comments and not let anything slip. He read the cover, it was The Mentor Book of Major British Poets. It looked like it had a bunch of different poems in it as Ben turned it in his hand and looked at the back.

"Of course they're not all British poets. We have the bad habit of lumping in the whole Kingdom rather than admit the Welsh and Irish are often better poets in our own language," The old woman said.

Ben just nodded in silence and handed her a twenty dollar bill.

"But poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason my boy. You can never go wrong with a book of poetry as a gift." She continued as she punched the loud keys of the register.

"And your special someone? What is her name?" the old woman asked as she made change for him.

"Hazel," Ben said without skipping a beat forgetting himself.

"Oh we never knew a Hazel back home. I imagine she must have been in a different pod. Was she ever in London?" The old woman asked.

"What?" Ben asked stupefied.

"Hazel, was she ever in London? She must have been at some point. They bloody live forever so I'm sure must have at some point," the old woman said like she was remembering more than talking to Ben. Ben felt the sweat on his forehead in rising terror. Hearing this woman casually talking like she not only knew Hazel was there but had come across tiny people like her before filled him with terror.

"Yes I was in London." Hazel suddenly said from a shelf just above and to the side of the cash register. She had made her way over across while the humans were talking.

Hazel dropped down and then stood up on the top of the cash register. Her arms were crossed and her tail swished slowly from side to side.

Ben's eyes went wide and he stood up bringing his hands to either side of Hazel. But before he could grab her tiny body and flee, he hit his head on the ceiling as he rose. The whole place shook and rattled from the impact. Even the bell on the door rang softly.

He crumbled straight down with a loud yelp holding his head with both hands.

The old woman cackled with glee louder than she had since they had come into the store, ignoring him and keeping her eyes locked on Hazel.

"Oh that's just wonderful! I had hoped you would let me see you! It's been so long! I haven't seen one of you since the war. This is just the best Christmas wish come true," the old woman shouted clapping her hands together.

"Hazel it's lovely to meet you, I'm Penny." the old woman said.

"How did you know I was here?" Hazel asked warily.

Ben groaned and muttered rubbing his head in a massive heap on the floor filling most of the aisle.

"Oh but of course I knew you were here dear. A pact lingers even if one of you goes. Although sadly your side never seems to make it if the human gives up the ghost first." Penny said wiping her eyes that seemed to be tearing up.

"You were..." Hazel started saying before the old woman interrupted her.

"Yes I was in a revealing pact with one of your kind for many many years. Jacob was his name. Jacob and his whole family lived with mine for many, many generations." Penny said with a smile at Hazel.

"Ever since, I always could feel when one of you was near. But it's been decades since I felt it. But sure enough as soon as your large lad here came in I knew I could feel it like it was yesterday. I am so glad. We have so much to talk about." *** End Part 1

[st4rsinthenight]

★g/t thought of the night★

— |★| A giant and tiny have been friends for quite a while now, and in fact- they are pretty content with each other, with the tiny showing no sign of fear when they are around their giant pal. All is good. Though one thing is that, whenever the giant tries to make any sort of physical contact with the tiny, they always squeal and still with surprise, which is something that may concern the giant- putting them in thought that their little friend isn't as comfortable as they thought they'd be with them. One thing that don't seem to consider though, is that the reason as to why the tiny always flinches when they give them the slightest of prods and such, is because their freezing cold hands and touch are too much for their little friend to handle.

[demonicfreakish]

| Shadow of Me | :Creature Concepts: Pt.1

Small update collection of some of the finished concepts of the creatures found in our headworld. Some of these are the lore/designs my husband Abaddon/Obsega(ObsidianAssassin) came up with. And some are mine. But we both did the writing on them all and developed their lore. I will tell a bit about them but not a lot. Most of their lore can be found on my Patreon~

Staggsguld - "term used for referring to the sun deer"

These creatures mainly feed on nectar from various flowers they find in Chreshera. But during high noon in the scarlet fields they will freeze themselves and open their membrane hoods to soak up the sun's rays for more sustenance. Sometimes you can catch whole herds standing still like statues doing this. Some males that live long enough for their crystalline horns to grow so large they begin to twist around themselves like trees. Even grow moss on them. This creature is also the flagship creature of our lore.

Chimerah - "term used for referring to the shade-toothed panther"

Though large and bulky these creatures are as silent as the chill of a cold voided room... Even the Staggsguld cannot hear them coming. The only chance you have at some hint of their presence is the prickling sensation you feel as all the hairs on your body stand up. Obligate carnivores in nature, their bodies made up of different animal parts. That most of which are from snake, feline, ursidae, and draconic. Like most if not all creatures in Chreshera they give off a soft bioluminescence. But they can fade, even turn this off, when hunting their prey...

Piquies - "term used for referring to the guinea hog sauropod."

These creatures are large in size but not nearly as large as the cows of our lore. Though being the pork in our world they still hold a lot of use rather than just as food to feed various cultures. They also serve as hearty steeds or as pack holders for weary travelers. Not much bigger than a Clydesdale horse these small creatures toddle along but aren't very speedy due to their robust stature. They mostly chew on various grasses and tubers for their sustenance but when farmed its more preferred to feed them a rich diet of various fruits and veggies for a more sweet meaty taste. Though be wary the small ones like to bunt your legs if you are not paying attention to them.

Those are just a few of the creatures from our lore, when we finish more I will likely make another post like this one. If you want to see more and our work in progress on this world and the story they hail from- Check my Patreon for more~ (Oh and we have started on the lore book to our world- the Penumbraverse/Penumbra Universe) Check the link below for more:

[mysticcomfort]

Happy Pride month, from my idiots to yours!

[narrans]

Here it is! My Borrowed Son in print! Kickstarter and preorders soon to follow.

[stupidgtblog]

Random G/T thought number 6... or 7 idk

(this is more of a g/t scenario buttt I'm not changing the title.)

I like the concept of a giant being such an ass they don't talk to anyone and the normal-sized people just think "Oh it's a beast of course it doesn't talk blah blah" and like when the "giant-saving-tiny" trope happens and tiny is like "..Thank you-" and the giant, being an ass, probably cuts them off and says something like "Shut up."

Now tiny is like "You can talk? You just were choosing not to talk to me this whole time?! Seriously!?"

giant has anger problems (bc of course they do) and goes on a rant- "Maybe I don't want to talk to you! Maybe you all hate me whether I speak or not! Maybe I should've left you there to die, so I wouldn't have to deal with this!"

Obviously, due to being vulnerable and scared, tiny is now crying. Giant (despite how much they don't show it) feels absolutely awful. They hesitate, and apologize. They put their hand out. "Sorry. Really. I shouldn't have done that, it was mean - just... please, please stop crying. You must be terrified-"

tiny then leans into their hand, calming down, also getting giant to calm down (and maybe gasp at the sudden contact... maybe blush a little?! >:] )

yeahhh and then they kiss mwahmwahmwahmwah