#not quite gt

[wybienova]

ghost trick fans will literally say shit like "play ghost trick" and "i can't tell you anything about it" and "it has the best dog ever" and "spoilers in tags past this one"

[verefex]

sometimes if you look up you may see a giant. But he also sees you

[arrow-gt-ace]

babysitting for a friend

[gt-daboss]

Two Different Worlds

CW: slightly depressing/unequal world? (I'll add more if asked)

Any giant, for whatever reason, can enter human cities. Be it a business negotiation or visiting family and friends, the city will welcome them all, for a price. With giant societies being the proprietors of nearly all the wealth in the frontier, humans are treated as faux second-class citizens. Not generating enough influence to really matter when a problem is presented, especially one where the sole cause is the giants themselves. For but a small cost, any of them can enter a human city, with free reign over everything we've built. Stomping their way through with little regard for the 'equal' citizens below, humans are forced to make way for them as the giant ooh's and aah's degradingly at the city miniaturized for their liking.

Every Human grows up with the constant, oppressive weight of being considered lesser, No, physically BEING lesser. Smaller, tiny, insignificant, a pest, a human. But to be presented with a person so fabulously wealthy, so physically above you and your peers, and all they do when they see your city is laugh...

It's like living in a separate world.

[st4rsinthenight]

★Currently thinking about a giant trying to soothe a tiny that is in distress by showing them affection. Such as scooping them into their hands and firmly— yet gently locking their heaving form onto their chest, or maybe even holding them up to their face, looking at them with a soft expression as they shush up their cries in an oh-so gentle manner, not realising— or just plainly ignoring, that their little acts of delicacy may just be adding more fuel to the tiny's fire of nothing but sheer panic.★

[olivexing]

They are IN LOVE! and being so brave about it!!!

[miniscule-meow]

Isabell and the Lads (15)

Masterpost Wordcount: ~2.5k First Part | Last Part | Next Part

The quiet morning slipped pleasantly into the afternoon. Zeke brought her pancakes for breakfast, along with water for a hot bath, assuring her that ‘the internet’ said she was allowed to get her stitches wet now.

She’d never had access to that much water, never mind hot water. Going to collect water is enough of a hassle, but having to heat it up too? It’s almost never worth it, especially not for something like a bath. Hygiene is important, absolutely. Staying clean is an important part of staying healthy. But she achieved that through practical means, like with dips in cold puddles after a storm, or with a collection of lukewarm water from a leaking pipe.

Zeke wasn’t stingy when he placed a full bowl of warm water on her shelf, like it was nothing to him.

Her own mind tussled with itself for a moment, warning her that she can’t get used to something like this. Food being brought to her, warm baths being made for her. It feels like a luxury, but she needs to consider the cost. If she stayed like this, she would be no better than a pet. She could survive cold showers if that meant that she had her freedom.

Of course, her worries melt when she submerges herself in the pleasant water. Feeling weightless, the tension unwinds from her shoulders, a sigh escapes her lips. This might be the happiest she’s been in weeks. A human gave her this. It’s still so baffling to her, but she can’t make herself worry about it when everything feels so good right now.

After taking the time to just enjoy the water, she gets to work scrubbing herself clean. She takes extra care around her wounded leg.

Now she’s full, she’s clean, with a fresh bandage on her leg, and she’s just finished combing out her hair.

She feels like a new borrower.

Now comes the matter of getting dressed. Her old clothes are obviously ruined. She washes what she can save, but for the most part her outfit is shredded and stained with blood. So, she turns her attention to the pile of doll clothes Zeke placed in her room. He had taken the Velcro off of them, and upon her stuttered request, he gave her a needle and thread so that she could make her own modifications to the garments.

She sorts through the pile. There are a couple large t-shirts that would be practical enough to wear, but aside from that her options are mostly limited to dresses. She holds one up. It’s…. pretty. And entirely impractical. The powder blue fabric would blend in with nothing. The layers of the skirt only go to her knees, but she can imagine the flowing ruffles getting snagged on everything.

She puts it on anyway.

The halter neckline ties around the back of her neck, then the dress ties together at her low back. This leaves her back entirely exposed. Leaning against her crutch, she turns in the mirror, and frowns. Something like this wasn't made for something like her. Isabell can see the dark edges of bruises blooming across her ribs all across her right side. Over her shoulder there’s an old scar from a run it with a rat. Then of course, there’s the bulky bandage holding her leg together. She’s got more bumps and scrapes than anyone would know what to do with. With her rotten luck, it’s a miracle that she’s still alive.

Despite feeling as though the beauty of the dress is lost on her, she leaves it on. At least for now. It’s soft. And besides, when else would she have an opportunity to wear something so frivolous?

She spends some time sewing, resolving the undergarment situation, and making some shorts to wear under the dress.

Eventually, footsteps approach once more. Her heart stutters, and her wide eyes jump to the curtain. She holds her breath, waiting. But the human doesn’t come over to the shelf at all. She hears the squeak of a chair, then the rhythmic hum of a sewing machine. Zeke. She’s sure that before this month is done, she’ll be able to tell the humans apart by their footsteps alone.

They exist in this space for a while, near each other, yet separate. Zeke sits at his desk, sewing, and Isabell stays on her shelf, doing the same. Honestly, it’s kind of nice. It makes everything seem a little less lonely. There is no pressure to really socialize. There's no having to confront the reality of their vast size difference. It's just nice. After a while, he breaks the comfortable silence between them.

“Hey Isabell,” his chair shifts, but he doesn’t approach just yet. “I can grab that stuff out of your room, if you’re ready.”

“Alright,” she calls out to him, setting aside her project.

He finally comes over, his shadow darkening the curtained wall before his fingers reach in, pulling up the fabric dividing her from the rest of the room. Despite his size, he doesn’t feel imposing. She doesn’t know how he’s managing that. It could just be that she’s more relaxed now. It could be how purposeful his movements are. It could be that she trusts him. Her, trusting a human? Impossible. But she does. At least, she trusts him enough to know that he’s not just going to grab her. It's not much, but it's a start.

When he does reach in, his movements are slow and intentional. She doesn’t even flinch as he clears away the napkin from her breakfast, and the bowl she took a bath in. Once he’s cleared the stuff away, he glances over to find her sitting comfortably on her bed. Her dark hair is down, and mostly dried now. It’s curling in gentle waves over one shoulder. He does a double take when he sees her, and her pulse quickens now that she’s the sole focus of his attention. She hugs her arms to herself, suddenly aware of how bare they are.

“You look nice,” he breathes quietly. Her cheeks flush, his words catching her off guard.

“T-thank you. I, I’m uh, It’s good that I don’t need to go out borrowing like this. I- this isn’t exactly subtle,” she attempts a smile, fluffing out the fabric of her skirt. “I don’t think I’d blend in with anything wearing this.”

“Probably not,” his lips pull into a humored smirk, the look sends a warm flutter through her stomach. “Are you feeling better?” he asks.

“I, yeah. I feel a lot better.” Honestly, she feels better than she has in months, minus the pain in her leg. But even that has numbed to a bearable thrum now that she’s actually been staying off of it.

“That’s good,” his nods, “I’m going to take a break here in a little bit, for lunch. I can just leave you be and bring it to you when its ready, unless you need anything?”

“I-I’m alright. Thanks.”

He nods, pulling his gaze away from her. He reaches to pull down the curtain wall once more. He’s entirely content to just… leave her alone. It’s such a little thing, but it means a lot to her. All morning, he’s been willing to let her do her own thing. He hasn’t wanted to toy with her, or observe her, or have her entertain him. He’s let her simply exist. He's really unlike any other human she's ever had the misfortune of meeting. She thinks back to the meager trust she's built with him, and before she can overthink it, she speaks up.

“Actually, Zeke?” Her words cause him to pause. “Can, um, I know you’re probably busy, but could I- um, if you don’t mind, a-and I could entertain myself I just… I could be… out there. We could hang out? I mean- I mean I’d let you work, I could just read or something but. O-or I could stay in here, I just. Either way,” she stammers through this, butchering the request entirely. Zeke looks at her for a moment, mentally deciphering what it was that she was asking of him.

“Oh. Yeah, of course you can come out here,” He reaches back in, slowly resting his hand down in front of her. "I'd be happy for the company," he adds gently.

She places herself in the center of his palm, settling in, letting him carry her over to his desk. This whole 'trusting a human' thing is tentative and new for her, but it’s enough that she’s comfortable letting him hold her, at least for such a short trip. She knows he won’t grab her; she knows that he’s careful. This should be fine.

It should be. But once he stands, he doesn’t get further than one step before halting suddenly enough to jostle her. She twists to look at him as he sucks in a sharp breath. His stoic features reveal very little, but something is wrong. Instead of continuing on to his desk, he pulls her up closer to his face, turning his hand to see her back again.

Oh, right.

She didn’t consider that her gnarly bruise would be fully on display for him in this dress. The open back showcases the purples and blues smattered across her entire side, letting him see just enough to know that it’s worse moving under the fabric. Her heart pounds against her chest, her shoulders tense. Isabell twists to look at him again, but he’s observing her so closely, all she’s met with is his furrowed brow, and his giant green eyes filling her entire field of vision.

“Let me see,” he says firmly, twisting his wrist again to position her where he wants her.

Right where he wants her. And what could she possibly do to get in the way of what he wants? He's the human after all. She's the foolish little borrower that thew herself directly into his hands.

Her breathing quickens, growing shallow in her chest. The intensity of his gaze against her exposed back skyrockets her pulse and sends cold sparks down her spine. She feels so bare, so vulnerable, so tiny.

“Is that from me?” He asks, his voice low, dangerous. Every alarm in her head is going off at once.

“It-I- It’s n-no. No,” she barely chokes the words out. “It’s- It- It’s from- um- It’s- uh- from before.” She squeezes her eyes shut, bunching two fistfuls of her skirt in her hands. She tries to remain calm enough to form coherent sentences, but she can’t seem to catch her breath.

“Isabell,” he sounds dead serious.

“Can- can you- can you put me down?” The words spill out of her, her whole body is trembling now. It’s hard for her to breathe, harder for her to focus on anything more than the panic igniting through her veins.

Zeke hesitates, and for one terrible moment she’s certain that he’ll say no. The sprouting blooms of trust have withered inside of her. This was a horrible mistake. She put herself right in this situation, and now she's going to be surprised that this was the outcome? She mentally scolds herself. Of course this would happen. He's a human, she's a borrower. They mix like oil and water. She can only expect that things will just get worse from here.

“Put-put me down,” she insists, growing frantic. She twists to face him again, “Zeke? Please?”

“Okay," he blinks, pulling her away from his face. "Okay, I’m sorry,” He moves her to his desk. As soon as his hand touches down, she scrambles from his palm, taking her crutch with her. Not wanting to keep her back the the human any longer. She whirls around quickly, her skirt twirling around her. Zeke stands over her, retracting his hand slowly. His eyes are glued to her with an intensity that is doing nothing to calm her sporadic heart rate. Is he afraid she'll run? How much running could she possibly do with the state her leg is in. No, she's trapped and he knows it.

Zeke sits in his chair and leans down slowly, putting his massive form on her level. Or at least, making an attempt to do so. His eyes flick across her form, taking her in, assessing the damage.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “Your side is… that’s pretty bad, huh?”

“It’s not from you,” she asserts firmly, shaking her head. She focuses on slowing her breathing down before telling Zeke about her failed borrowing mission, and the misfortune she faced even before slicing through her leg and winding up stuck with them. “The guy, like, kicked me across his entire living room,” she finishes. Zeke just looks at her. The way he's chewing his lip piercing and fidgeting with his hands tells her that he is uncomfortable, even though he has yet to say anything. “I think that he thought I was a mouse,” she offers.

“That… doesn’t make any of that any better,” he says numbly.

She doesn’t have a response for that.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were hurt?” He asks.

She doesn’t have a response for that either. She opens her mouth, but no real sound comes out. She shrugs, resisting the urge to just curl in on herself.

“If I had known I… I could have been more careful. I mean…” he shakes his head. “Did I hurt you last night?” He asks, leaning in a bit closer to her.

She has an answer for this one, but she would really rather not give it to him. Putting everything in perspective, he didn’t really hurt her. But then, she remembers the panic she felt when he grabbed her, and how she thought she could fight her way out against someone whose hand is larger than her whole body. The metallic taste of blood in her mouth. The vertigo of being tumbled to his other hand. His thumb pressing firmly into her tender ribs. The air being briefly forced from her lungs as she was shoved against his fingers. She shudders at the memory. Zeke takes her haunted silence as her answer.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again looking away from her.

“It’s… I don’t blame you. If anything, I deserved it—” Zeke doesn’t interrupt her, but from the intensity of his gaze snapping back to her, she knows that she’s said the wrong thing. “I-I just, I mean, I… I bit you.”

“So?” He practically growls the word, “That doesn’t mean I just get to retaliate however I want to. I could have handled that whole situation differently, then you wouldn’t have felt like you needed to defend yourself. I… You can’t seriously believe that you deserved to get hurt.”

“I bit you; you squeezed me. It’s just… It’s a-a natural turn of events. It makes sense. Cause and effect,” she grumbles. “It wouldn’t have been a big deal if my ribs weren’t already messed up.”

“Are you sure it’s just a bruise? Nothing is broken?”

“I don’t think you can do anything for a broken rib. You’re just supposed to deal with it and… avoid breaking anything in the first place,” Zeke responds with a dissatisfied hum.

“You must think we’re monsters,” he sighs after a moment, not looking at her now.

“No,” she says with heavy consideration. “Not you. Not Marcus.”

[sugarsweetvirgo]

ANGST!?

It's still in the oven but we're cooking over here 🍽️🍳

[eightballspecial]

what do you mean. what do you mean matpat is semi quitting game theory. what do you mean

[pocket-prosecutor]

it's not always that bad maybe. sometimes it's fun, even

[belethlegwen]

The Stranding - Chp 74 - Aches and Pains

Good afternoon my lovelies <3 I hope you've all been well!

Can you guess what's the ache and what's (who's) the pain? :D

I'm being a little unfair, everyone is tense and on edge in a situation none of them were really as ready to face right now as any of them thought they were, but there are still aches worth examining and pains worth working through and figuring out how to soothe.

Thanks as always for reading and enjoying, I appreciate you all immensely and hope you're all doing as well as you can!

Loves ya a bunch <3

~ Belle

[gtbutterfly]

Quincy and the forest giant

(this was written before I came up with the title)

I'm gonna try coming up with a real name for this story later. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, criticism is appreciated.

Here's the previous part,

CW: angst, threats, mild squeezing,

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It was twenty or thirty minutes later. Ella moved me in front of the window to see the rain. It was pouring outside, the water turned the dirt to mud and left splashes in the lake. The wind howled through the branches and blew sticks and what was left of the leaves around with the water. Lightning would flash every so often with the roar of thunder, which didn’t seem too loud given the footsteps of the giant that had taken me. I turned towards her to ask something,

“I’m…really stuck here until tomorrow?”

“I’m not any more happy about it than you are, kid,” the giant said, leaning on the window still. “They can’t control the weather, so you’re just gonna have to wait it out.”

“Um…what will happen until then?” I asked,

“You just, stay here I guess,” Ella said, before sighing. It was awkward being alone with her. She clearly didn’t want anything to do with me, and I was too scared of her to try making conversation. So we just sat around in silence. I guess eventually she got fed up with it because at one point she tried talking to me.

“So…what were you doing when you saw me?” ‘Ella asked,

“Uh, why do you ask?” I said,

“Just wondering. Y’know, kids like you shouldn’t really be up that late,” Ella said,

“um…I was star gazing…I have trouble sleeping sometimes…” I said, looking down,

“Doesn’t your town have a curfew or something?” The giant asked,

“I was doing it from out a window…” I said, before realizing something, “How do you know about the town's curfew?” Ella was silent for a moment. She looked almost embarrassed at what she just said, how she revealed something she wasn’t supposed to. Then she sighed.

“You know what I said about asking those kinds of questions,” Ella said. There was a pit in my stomach as soon as she said that. I backed away from her, remembering the threat from earlier.

“I…I’m sorry, I didn’t….I don’t……please, I…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, you not in trouble this time,” Ella said, “it's my fault for bringing that up in the first place.” she sighed again. “All I’ll let you know is that they give me news about what happens in that little town of yours. That's all I’m telling you about my job or why I’m here, nothing else. You already know too much, so don’t ask.”

“Um….so…..what can I ask about?” I asked,

“Anything that isn’t about what I am, or who I work for, or what I do, or why I’m here,” Ella said, “and nothing annoying,”

“Um…so….what do you…” I think about how to phrase this sentence for a moment, “what do you do apart from work? Like…to pass the time?”

“Books, radio, playing cards, going on walks…” the giant answered.

“Um….were you…on a walk last night?” I asked,

“No, I was….” Ella sighed, “that's not important,”

“Ok…” I nodded. Whatever she was doing last night must have had something to do with her job, which she doesn’t want me to know anything about. I decided to change the topic,

“So…I'm guessing you don’t have any…technology…here…”

“It would just break here, anyways,” Ella said,

“...break?” I asked. Ella was silent for a moment again. I heard her cursing to herself before looking back at me.

“Do you know what an EMP is?” she asked,

“...no?” I said.

“Good.” Ella turned away from me with her arms crossed. I looked up at her. She looked stern and closed off. The room went back to silence, as more rain hit the windows and thunder roared outside. The lights would dim and brighten occasionally from the weather. I swallowed my spit and spoke again.

“Is this place…usually like this?” I asked,

“What are you talking about?” Ella said,

“...quiet……”

“Well, it would be, if you weren’t here,” the giant looked down at me.

“Don’t you ever get….bored? Um….lonley?” I asked,

“I’m fine alone,” Ella said. “And my job keeps me from being bored,”

“....um…” I paused for a moment, “...sorry, it’s kinda hard…not to ask about your job…”

“Well maybe just don’t ask about anything,” She said,

“....do you just….live here alone?” I asked,

“Alright, I’m sick of this,” Ella said, grabbing me off of the window sill. I nearly fell as she readjusted her grip around me. She carried me back to where the couch was, but kept me in her hands as she sternly stared down at me with her massive eyes.

“Now I’m going to ask you some questions, how does that sound?” She asked.

“I…uh,” I could hardly get my words out. Her thumb was wrapped around my arms, and her other hand had a tight grip on my legs, preventing me from kicking or squirming.

“So, you're an orphan, right? How’d your parents die?” She asked, clearly just trying to be insensitive towards me on purpose.

“Uh, they went missing in this forest…when I was a baby….” I said, not wanting her anymore angry at me anymore.

“Interesting, do you have a last name, Quincy?”

“Um, I think they said…it was Mora…” I said, “Q-Quincey Mora,”

“Any idea what happened to your parents when they went missing?”

“N-no…no one does…” I said,

“Really? No idea?” She said as if being rhetorical, “Do you think something like that could happen to you? Like, you could just go missing, and never be found, and no one would know what happened to you?

“Um…maybe?” I answered, my heart now racing. She squeezed her hand around me more,

“Would you want that to happen to you?” she asked, bringing me closer to her face,

“N-no ma’am,” I said, my head spiraling in fear. “Did….are you…what made those people go missing?” she squeezed me tighter for my question. I let out a small yelp of pain.

“Stop asking things, Quincy. You know I can make you regret it very easily,” Ella said, still stern, glaring down at me almost with disgust. “Don’t make things worse for yourself. Just stay quiet, and stop asking questions, kid. If you do, things will be worse for you. Much worse. Understand?”

She said that last part with such malice. The sound buzzed through my throat and my lungs as she spoke just feet away from me. I hesitated to speak.

“i…I…but…”

“Do you understand?” she repeated herself, even louder and more harshly than before. Her voice caused my heart to drop. She squeezed me harder, to the point where it actually started to hurt. My eyes widened in fear and pain.

“OK! OK, I’M SORRY! PLEASE LET GO OF ME, PLEASE!” I yelled.

“Alright then,” the giant said, dropping me out of her hands. I landed on my arm, the couch barely cushioning my fall. I immediately ran and hid behind a pillow on the side of the bench. I lost control of myself, I started crying and holding my body, shaking in fear of the giant looming over the large pillow I was hiding under.

“Geez, overreacting much?” Ella said before she heard me weeping. Wait, are you…crying?” She stood up from the couch and got on her knees, looking at me in between the pillow and the side of the couch it was leaning against. I backed away from her, still crying. She started to look guilty,

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you that upset, I just..” Ella paused for a moment, while I kept crying, “I wasn’t acually going to hurt you or anything like that, I just..I was fibbing, I just didn’t want you to ask me those things. Just, come on out of there, ok?”

The giant reached towards me. I backed against the back of the couch and hugged my legs while covering my face with them. She looked even more sympathetic than before.

“Hey, I..I’m being honest, I don’t want to hurt you, really. You’re just…” she paused for a moment like she just realized something. “You're just a kid.”

I kept crying. She sighed and looked down, before getting up and walking away from the couch, leaving me to cry alone.

[loupy-mongoose]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!

I was looking through your old posts, and saw THIS!

OTHER MEWTWOS PLANNED?!?!?!

(the post it's from:https://www.tumblr.com/loupy-mongoose/738113029784354816/for-a-mew-that-technically-died-young-mo-has-like?source=share)

Yup! :3 I've got a few sitting in my mental freezer.

[phantriicks]

The Most fashionable duo around @fyeahghosttrick's Ghost swap exchange 2023, Swap Recipient is @dreamdancerdotfile

It's wild to think this is the final ghost swap, it's Ghost trick's 13th anniversary AND and it wont be long until the remastered port of Ghost trick releases. What a good time for ghost tricking!

So what better way to celebrate it then with Inspector Cabanela and Missle being snazzy per one of my swap recipients requests ~

[gt-daboss]

Nightmares (page 3)

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[st4rsinthenight]

★..random g/t thought. again.★

— CW: Dehumanisation, infantalization (?)

★So, I'm imagining a tiny yelling at a giant because they are so so so fed up by the way that they are acting with them, coddling them, treating them like a baby or heck even— a pet, rather than a person who has their own conscious decisions, all because of their small size. Though, as they are frustratingly screaming their little heart out— the tiny is unaware to the fact that their little protests are not being heard and in fact, to the giant's point of view, their heartfelt angered words sound nothing short off like..squeaks. Squeaks that makes the giant let out a little a laugh, finding their miniscule noises rather funny, as they do not realising that their tiny friend/captive (ect) is actually mad at them.

Or even if they did notice that the tiny was angry with them— or acknowledge their disapproval as to how they they treat them, I doubt that they'd be able to hold back their amusement, as while knowing that they are upset and done with them, they still view the tiny as a cute helpless and harmless little creature.

Y'know when a pet is annoyed and the owner can't help but find it funny ?? That's what I'm going for with this.

They may even coo a bit at sight of the tiny persistently stomping their foot on the counter/table/floor (you name it) as they go on and on with their annoyed grumbling, only stopping to glare confusingly at the giant once their chortle rumbles through their form.

Excellent candidate for angst I think erm. I'm normal, I believe.★