#not quite gt

[tinyliltina]

The hallways were quiet. They normally were in the manor, save the usual hustle and bustle of workers trying to maintain the estate. Chris meandered down a corridor. She was eager for a break after making lunch and dinner for her employers. They’d been planning a summer banquet among themselves and staff, and the preparation left the brunette with an aching back.

She stepped into one of the media rooms, hoping to catch a show or two before heading off to rest. As she stepped in, she paused. In the middle of the room was a massive figure, curled up in a ball. His wings were spread slightly, covering some of his bulky stomach, paws stretched out on the carpeted floor. Tan scales reflected the light of the food network on screen, and the dragon’s red mane looked a mess. She took another step.

A story I wrote with my character Chris and @sindumpster’s/Wiggs’ character Jake in our Rich!Verse AU! I love Jake n Wiggs is super cool, if you don’t follow them and like vore+good storytelling, go check him out!! Rest of the story is below! ^^

One of Jake’s ears twitched, though his breathing remained even, steady. Chris moved closer. Her eyes shifted to one of the couches lining the room, and her hands grazed a blanket. She pulled it with her. This was a unique opportunity. It was rare to see Jake in his full form. Rarer still to see him openly dozing. Last she’d seen him, he didn't seem sick…so no indication for her to put her medical skills to use.

She crept forward, bundling the blanket up as she moved closer. Closer. She could feel the heat radiating off of Jake. His breathing, accented with snores, remained slow and steady. Eyes closed. All good signs. Now, for the tricky part. Chris lowered herself to the ground, trying to get a good angle with his wing. She tilted her head. If she lifted it just a tad…she’d be able to wriggle underneath. Probably. Hopefully without waking her boss.

Chris inched forward. Cautious fingers nudged the edge of Jake’s wing. No response. She gently pulled on the wing, lifting it slightly. How many humans had this opportunity? To be so close to a living, breathing dragon? Her brief interlude of thought was interrupted by a shift. Jake’s wing lifted up and over the human, then wrapped around her back. Before she really registered it, she was ushered to Jake’s side, against his plush middle.

She barely restrained a squeak. Chris sucked in a breath. Jake seemed to shift slightly, before he settled down, his wing now covering Chris and holding her against him. She couldn’t get a look at the dragon’s face from this angle…no doubt he’d done it in his sleep. Wouldn’t be the strangest thing she’d seen Jake do while dozing.

She twisted slightly. Jake’s stomach burbled beside her. From here, she could feel it rising and falling with his quiet snores. It was soft to the touch, malleable, like a pile of warm dough. She could feel his scales brush against her, but they didn’t feel hard per se. Maybe that had to do with the size of him… According to Kurt, by dragon standards Jake was big. Granted, he ate enough for three people his size. Chris would know. She prepared most of his meals.

All things considered, this was comfortable. Maybe not quite what she’d expect being cuddled by a dragon, but definitely not uncomfortable. In a way, the gentle sounds of his sleeping reminded her of being inside…without the drool and his cocky snark, of course. Filing the information for later, she stretched out. Waking Jake most likely meant sleeping inside his stomach, rather than next to it, and she had no desire to take the many showers that followed tum time.

May as well enjoy the cuddles while she could.

~~

Jake settled around the little cook, eyes drifting closed once more. He’d been curious when the human came into the media room, almost thinking she’d come to prank him, maybe draw another mustache on him in his sleep. When she’d started coming closer, he almost snapped her up just for the hell of it. But…instead, he’d ensured she’d be nice and close. She’d blame it on him sleeping, surely.

His wing relaxed around the added presence. When she woke him up inevitably, he’d revert back to his usual snark, and make her regret it. Couldn’t have her getting too comfortable…though this felt…nice. A little nice. Not that he needed the attention. Besides, for now, he didn’t have the energy to eat her. He was too tired. The dragon let out a short sigh.

May as well indulge in the attention while he could.

[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.★

[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 ~

[dingbatnix]

hey I'm not leavin the dsmp/mcyt fandom btw, not anytime soon, just to let y'all know

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss

[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.★