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ALL MY G/T PROMPTS. ﹆. ۰ ⸼ ۫ ◌ °

‎⃗ 'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ໑ ≽ ‣‣‣ all sfw [ g/t prompts )

“Woah— it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“I just want to protect you.”

“Does this hurt you?”

“Could I.. pick you up?”

“You are so small—”

“I see us as equals, size doesn’t matter.”

“Did that scare you? —I am so sorry.”

“I’ll be careful next time, little one.”

“It’s scary out here, good thing I can protect you.”

“Don’t be afraid, the scariest thing in the world is here to protect you, you know?”

“I can’t only buy shirts with pockets—”

“Wake up, squirt.”

“Well.. what do we have here?”

“Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

“Hey.. it’s alright.. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“You, intimidating? Well, I guess if someone finds giant teddy bears scary— maybe.”

“Gah! you scared me, stop appearing from random places!”

“I’m convinced you have little tunnels all around my house.”

“Beans.” “It’s ‘Beings’, idiot.” “Shut up! it’s beans!”

“Get off of me, you’re heavy!”

“You didn’t need to stab my eye.” “It was instinct, shut up.”

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REborn ANIME OP REborn ANIME OP

So obvi I used the op for Attack on Titan because what else is there to use? No other songs exist ❤️ anyways per usual this is chalk full of lots of lore and symbolism so please enjoy the meal 👩‍🍳

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ITS DONE 👹👹

TW: Minor blood

This only took me ten years 💀

I am exhausted- but so, so excited to finally be finished with this animation! 😭

I had a lot of fun with symbolism in this one- and lots of fun shoving heapings full of LORE into every nook and cranny

Also I updated Annoras child design and Fugis adult design! Yipee!

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"Are we still friends?"

Looking into eyes that were so warm

It was jarring to see nothing but fear.

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oh btw my askbox is open if anybody ever wants to give me ideas or ask questions about characters or anything. I'm super friendly and I'll respond to literally anything lmao

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Mini Giant x Reader Snuggling Thoughts

I am filled with desires to be held by someone like 10-15ft/ 3-4.5m

so have some thoughts I can't get out of my head

Being gently scooped up and grabbed like someone would a cat by the giant before being rolled into their arms snugly. Their one arm cradling beneath your body, keeping you stable and secure, while the other wraps around your side, holding you close to their chest.

From this position, your legs hang loosely over the side of their arms, while you can easily snuggle in and listen to their heartbeat or squish yourself further into their soft, warm chest, where you can feel the rumble of their voice as they talk gently to you.

Lying down with them and their arms resting over you like a comfortably heated weighted blanket keeping you held close.

Or you and the giant comfortably cuddled together them being the big spoon by a large margin. The giant's back pressing against your arms, surrounding you, keeping you safely caged in. You can feel their gentle breathing pressing their chest into your back in a soothing and comforting rhythm as you both relax

Getting nuzzles from the giant that cover your entire chest, intense affection given as softly as possible, you're probably still going to lose your balance or simply be squished into them until the giant is content

The giant getting a teeny case of cute aggression and having to gently squish your face or simply all of you into them to get it out of their system because they can't process how cute and small you are

✨mini giants ✨

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a little sneak peek into what i'm working on currently, which is related to the post I reblogged recently about size shifting triggers

well first, I think I'm going to call this series 'and they were roommates' because the two characters are roommates but ONTO THE PART YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO READ !!

Grant and Marley are roommates. They do normal roommate things, like watching Netflix on a laptop and helping each other study. They also do non-normal roommate things, like the time Marley brought a squirrel that had been injured and helped nurse it back to health. Even though Marley does lots of silly things like that, Grant knows that the things he does are sillier. He only uses pens, in fear that the lead of a pencil will snap when he uses it. He's extra careful with his backpack when he swings it on his shoulders, since he wouldn't want to rip one of the straps. Every time he bumps into something, he has to ensure his secret is kept. No one, not even Marley, can know Grant's growing secret...

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geese are traitors

Thimbleweed's memory of the incident causing their eye loss was unfortunately clear in their mind. They knew they had been picked up by some random female human who had laughed at the way they nearly drowned in a gutter. Thimbleweed had been snatched away just as they were returning home, and at first, they enjoyed the warmth of the humans hand around their shivering form.

But the minute Thimbleweed had entered that house, their torture had begun. The more Thimbleweed tried to repress the way they had been thrown to a hard countertop, then strapped to it with some sort of sticky adhesive, the more it haunted them.

Fortunately, Goosefoot was happy to stay by their side as they recounted every harrowing detail of it, from the knife to the way the human eventually grew bored and promised she'd be back for more. Thimbleweed had stared at themself in the mirror for so long, that eventually Goosefoot removed the mirror once they finally passed out from exhaustion again. There was a dull ache in their left leg, and when they tried to walk, they limped. They had fractured a bone in their lower leg, Goosefoot had explained quickly, at their side in a moment even though she was an older woman. She assured them that she could do all of the food retrieval, and though Thimbleweed protested, claiming it wouldn't be fair to her, Goosefoot refused to let them out of her sight.

The meals she made were traditional groundling meals - soups made of various herbs and rabbit bone broth, dandelion salad drizzled with honey, and Thimbleweeds favorite, tarts covered with black raspberry jelly. Sugar itself was a rarity, and the price to trade for it was often too high for Thimbleweed to justify. Even if sugar wasn't rare, black raspberries were hard to keep from perishing for longer periods of time, even though they were far superior to regular raspberries. But the moment they confessed it was their favorite, Goosefoot never stopped making it. She seemed to never run out of sugar, and they wouldn't have to wonder about why for too long.

One fateful night, Goosefoot had left to gather more ingredients, leaving Thimbleweed to their own devices. Their leg had healed, and though they still walked with a limp, it was better than being bedridden. So, they decided to explore Goosefoots home while she was away. Though she didn't seem like a very secretive woman by the way she carried most of their conversations, Thimbleweed would soon discover otherwise. Every outfit she owned wasn't made from traditional materials, it was instead made from human fabrics. That in itself wasn't a crime, and since she appeared to not live in the woods it would make sense.

But then Thimbleweed found a crack in the wall.

They peered through, curious as to what may lay on the other side, and they were met with a view of a countertop. The anxiety began to creep in, settling uncomfortably in their stomach, but Thimbleweed kept watching. There was the smell of food cooking, the sound of boiling water, but the noise was far too loud to be from a groundlings pot. Their tail fell flat against the floor as they spotted the hands of something much, much larger than they were; a human. And Goosefoot was sitting near the hands, and clearly having some sort of conversation. Despite Thimbleweeds twitching fingers, they remained in place and listened.

"Carter's doing better in school, thanks to you." The human presumably said. His voice wasn't as loud as the female humans that Thimbleweed had encountered, but it still held a power to it that filled them with dread. "He's gotten less self-conscious, trying to make new friends."

"Oh, that's wonderful. I knew he had it in him." Goosefoot replied with cheer. Thimbleweed stared at her, studying her face for any sign of fear. Why was she working with them? Was all of this just a scheme to sell them off to some human?

"But enough about my week, how have you been? I haven't seen you as much recently." The human said, stirring the boiling pot and turning off the stove with a click.

"Well, I took on a particularly rough case recently..." Goosefoot began, and suddenly she looked very tired. "They were...injured by a human."

"Oh. I..." The human replied, sounding shocked. "Do you...get those often?" More dread bubbled up in Thimbleweed.

"Luckily no, but they've...well they're the worst case I've seen. They lost an eye, and one of their legs has a fracture. I...I watched them just...stare at themself. For hours. I watched it until I couldn't watch it anymore and removed my mirror." She paused and sighed, "I don't know what to do. Usually, I can just introduce my patients to you and everything sorts itself out. But this? This is..." Thimbleweed's eyes stung with betrayal. So this was some sort of way to sell them off to a human, to put them back into torture. They left before they heard the humans reply, returning to the bed to go stew in their feelings.

"We'll just take it at their pace. I promise I won't do anything to hurt them, I won't seek them out at all."

And had they heard that, Thimbleweed may not have done what they did next. The very minute Goosefoot returned home and came in to check on them, they directed their anger at her.

"You work with them?" They demanded an answer, watching as Goosefoot floundered. "You're a traitor, aren't you? Sucking up to the humans, presenting them with-with sacrifices to keep yourself safe, doing everything they want like a good fucking pet!" Thimbleweed could no longer contain their rage, they could no longer stay here. They needed out now.

"Thimbleweed, you don't mean that. I only want to help you, as does-"

"Shrew-shit. You'd do anything to save your own skin, wouldn't you? You don't really care if I live or die, as long as my insignificant life isn't in my own fucking hands!" They stood, facing Goosefoot directly as the tears came streaming down their face.

"I will never do anything to let you get hurt, I promise. It's not my intention or my purpose. I meant what I said when you first woke up, my job is to make you better, to help you heal and navigate what you went through." Goosefoot said, holding onto Thimbleweed's hands in an attempt to calm them.

"You're still a liar, no matter how you try to deny it." They spat with venom. "I didn't need anyone before, and I sure as fuck don't want anyone, especially not you, now!" They yanked their hands out of Goosefoots and stormed off, trying to find an exit. The older woman trotted after them.

"Just go and have a lie down, I promise I can explain all of this and you will feel better. I'll make you black raspberry tarts and we can talk about the feelings you're feeling right now, because they are still valid even if I don't agree with them." Thimbleweed's ears pinned back at the attempted bribery.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" They asked, spinning around to face her.

"Of course not, dear-"

"Then don't treat me like a child. I'm a normal fucking person, just like you!" They screamed, though now their head ached and all they wanted was to go to sleep and pretend all of this was a bad dream.

"I never said you weren't." Goosefoot replied, voice still even and calm. Their attempts to rile her had failed, and their anger began to fade. It was hard to remain full of rage when the opponent was not. "You are a normal person, Thimbleweed, and I want to help you adjust to your new normal. Oliver wants to help you too, in any way he can, because he is a good human. Humans are just like us-"

"No they aren't!"

"Just listen to me for a moment." Goosefoot asked gently. "Humans are just like us. Some are good and some are bad. I will never let any other groundling come into contact with a bad human if I can help it." Goosefoot explained, and this time Thimbleweed let her touch them. "I can see you're tired, child. Please, stop fighting me and let me help you." She asked, pulling them in for a hug. Thimbleweed didn't reject it, nor did they really accept it.

They returned to the bed, though they refused to eat the tarts Goosefoot had made for them. Thimbleweed would fall asleep that night and dream about the torture again. There was no such thing as good humans.

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Y'all should know by now I am enamored with emotional shifters

BUT

I feel like more random/circumstantial shifting isn't appreciated as much.

Like- size shifting when they get wet?? Maybe even temperature has something to do with it? Like growing with hot water, shrinking with cold?? (The sheer curse it would be to forever have luke warm showers to avoid outgrowing your shower???) I call this H2grow

Or a shifter who grows when they eat, and shrinks as their body uses up the energy?? Like midnight snacks leading to - oh fuck I'm 12ft tall. Overexertion leading to shrinking??? AHH I love it. Calling this one sizeable appetite

Or being cursed that you shrink/grow with a certain cue?? My gosh like a some flirt who's a bit of a womanizer pisses off the wrong person and all the sudden theyre cursed to shrink whenever they touch a woman/someone they're attracted to/insert other rom com adjacent group

I just love unconventional shifting, uncontrollable size. It's just so fun and filled with weird potential

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a new friend pt 5 [FINAL PART]

(pt 1/pt 2/pt 3/pt 4/pt 5)

Caleb got sleep that night, but not the kind that leaves a person well rested. It was the kind where he woke up with puffy red eyes and a shiny nose. It was the kind where he couldn’t even eat, the kind where he felt dirty even after a shower. He didn’t bother to unpack any boxes either, he just sat in the lounge chair and sulked. That was, until he heard a soft scrape from the kitchen. He stood up in an instant, crashed into the doorframe of the dining room, and spotted Snake almost instantly.

“Snake! You came back!” He charged at them, ready to hold them so close for deciding to hang out with him. But Snake hissed loudly and pulled out a sharpened nail. Caleb halted quickly, “S-snake?” They quivered under his gaze, and it was now he saw a different bandage on their hands. “Took care of it yourself, huh?” He smiled, letting his head fall to be eye level. Snake kept the sharpened nail in their hand, though they didn’t hold it to his face.

“Look, I’m so sorry, I-” He was cut off by his own voice crack. Snake raised an eyebrow cautiously. “You were so afraid of me! I-I didn’t know what to do!” Caleb cried out, sobbing. He watched with teary eyes as Snake ran for the opening in the walls after dropping the nail, but he didn’t want to let them go. He grabbed them without a second thought, not even paying attention to the way Snake bit at his hand furiously or the way they seemed panicked. “Snake,” he said softly, his hand and Snake so close to him. They did not cease. “Snake, please try to understand,” he began again, and Snake stopped their attack, huffing. A quiet hiss came from the back of their throat at him. 

“I-I didn’t think you-” he sighed, “I guess I just didn’t think.” He opened his fist to become mostly flat. “Listen, I don’t want to fight you, or hurt you, or, or scare you or anything like that. I just want a friend. I know I’m…I’m not small like you, and I know I’m threatening. I don’t want to be. I want to understand your signs, really! I…I need someone right now, Snake. And I’m sorry that I kind of…kept you like some toy. I-I shouldn’t treat you that way. But, I…we could still try to be friends?” Snake huffed in his hand and their tail flicked. Caleb’s eyes drooped. “I-I’ll let you go now, okay?” He set them down gently. They signed something, something he recognised from his mother. There was recognition in Caleb’s eyes.

“W-wait. That meant ‘thank you’, right?” Snake nodded slowly. They were instantly whisked up again and pulled tight to Caleb’s cheek. “I understood! I understood!” He pressed them into his soft cheeks. When he pulled them away, he asked, “can you teach me your signs?” His eyes stayed focused on their face, only now noticing the two scars on their face. But that was a question for another time. They nodded and shook their fist up and down at the same time.

“Did…Did that mean yes?” Snake repeated the motion while nodding, this time a small smile forming on their face. Caleb’s fingers tensed to scrunch with excitement, and he only kept himself from clenching his fists because Snake was in them. His face pulled up with a huge grin and he went up on his tiptoes. Snake tensed in his hands and their smile dropped. “Sorry, sorry,” he began, trying to contain himself, “I’m not trying to scare you.” He set them down, “just, just give me a minute.” He smiled and jumped up and down, giggling like a child. He clenched and unclenched his fists rapidly and shook them as he closed his eyes. When he panted, now finished, he looked at Snake. They just looked confused, but put a thumb up anyway.

“So, we’re friends now, right?” He asked simply, crossing his arms on the counter and arching his back so he could lay his head in them. Snake nodded with their hand. Caleb pulled a hand out from under his chin and copied them. “That means yes, right?” Snake’s little face grinned happily. 

This could work. Caleb could do this. So long as he had his new friend there to help him along the way.

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a new friend pt 4

(pt 1/pt 2/pt 3/pt 4/pt 5)

Snake couldn’t get off of the table. There was so much room, and yet it felt like so little when compared to the rest of the house. The white box in front of them was the only thing to explore, and even then, all it had were weirdly cut potatoes. Sure, the weird, rectangular shape made them not look like potatoes, but the minute Snake knew they were, they found them a delight. There were more in the box of course, but Snake couldn’t store them anywhere. They couldn’t get off the table, and it annoyed them greatly. It was weird to not be able to do whatever they wanted, honestly, they hated it, but now that the human knew about them? It seemed he’d never let them out of his sight. Their father had always said getting caught was a bad thing. And now, Snake was captured. 

“Hey little guy, I never got your name.” He stated once he came back into the kitchen. Sure, Snake could see him unpacking boxes and getting distracted by the things in them because there was no wall between the two, but they weren’t sure how to get his attention. He hadn’t understood what they had told him earlier. The human sat in the chair again, the scraping against the ground grated against their ears for the second time. “I’m Caleb.” He smiled, crossing his arms and laying his head in them. Snake held their arm perpendicular to the ground and kept their hand in a fist, hoping he would get it.

“Fist? Your name is fist?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Snake rolled their eyes and shook their head, repeating the motion, but this time following with others that signed the rest of the letters for their name. Caleb didn’t understand, still looking confused. Snake huffed and slumped to the ground, tail drooping though flicking at the very tip. “Sorry,” Caleb rumbled, looking away from them, “I wish I understood what you were saying. Can you speak? Do you even understand me?” Snake nodded for both. In theory, they could speak, but in practice they were too conditioned not to. Their father always warned that if they spoke in a house with a human resident, they would find them. But, they guessed getting found didn’t matter anymore. So, they took a deep breath and…

“S-Snake.” The first letter sounded like one of their hisses, a sound picked up from the nature they grew up in. The rest felt unnatural. It was an action they hadn’t done in a long time and it left them feeling odd. Caleb's eyebrows perked up as he raised his head a little.

“Can you repeat that? It was really quiet.” Snake’s fists shook at their sides and they stuttered it out again.

“S-Snake.” Caleb smiled, bringing his head closer to them. Snake took a step back.

“Snake, right?” They nodded, keeping their tail close and holding it in their hands. They fiddled gently with it. “Hello, Snake. How are you today?” Snake’s tail flicked itself out of their hands and their face pulled into a small smile. They pointed to their chest and then splayed out their fingers and tapped the same spot with their thumb three times. I’m fine, they signed, but Caleb’s face drooped and he retracted his face back to his arms. They didn’t bother to ask him back after seeing that.

“Can you say that and not sign it?” Snake shrugged. They didn’t particularly want to speak again. It felt wrong to. Caleb sighed, and the gust of wind blew past them. He pouted, “sorry, Snake, I can’t understand you.” He appeared sad about it, which made Snake feel a little bit better. They took a step closer, reaching out for him, but they didn’t know how to make it better. So, they looked at the white box and got an idea. Caleb kept his eyes focused on something in the distance as they grabbed one of the potato sticks from the box. They came closer, close enough to touch him, and offered it. Good food always made them feel better, so maybe it would help Caleb, too. Maybe he could understand this. But Caleb didn’t pay attention to them. Snake bit their lip, hating what they had to do next. They reached out a hand and touched Caleb's big, fleshy arm. The skin was so unbelievably warm and Snake resented him for it. Things that were dangerous weren’t supposed to need comfort. 

“For me?” He asked, looking down at Snake. He raised his head and unfolded his arms, which made Snake back-pace a little. He reached out to them with a thumb and index finger. Snake offered him the potato stick, holding it as far out from their body as possible. They did not want to be pinched. He grabbed the cold potato stick and brought it up to his face before he stopped. “Thank you.” He smiled, putting the potato stick back in the box. Snake frowned, hoping he could see it. They trotted back over to the box and grabbed it again. They wouldn’t react like they had this morning, it would be unfair by now. They had realized shortly after that the human had only been hungry, and that there was no threat posed to them in that moment. He had seemingly not understood the apology, so this was the best they could do.

“No, Snake, I-” but they just pushed it at him again. Caleb sighed through his nose, taking up the food again. He opened his mouth slightly and Snake looked away. A mouth that big scared them. A mouth big enough to swallow them whole was unnatural. They shouldn’t be here. They couldn’t be here. But they could for him. They needed him to know that it was okay. That they were doing this for comfort's sake. Caleb set the potato stick back in the box again. Snake frowned and hissed. “No!” He got louder and Snake’s ears twitched. The human's eyebrows furrowed and his fingers clenched into fists. Snake took a small step back, tail swishing. They had to remind themself not to hiss as their chest began to rise and fall with each breath. The anger on Caleb’s face melted. “I don’t-” he began, reaching out to them with both hands, though he paused when Snake back-paced further. He sighed, standing up again.

“I have to get back to work,” he muttered, but Snake wouldn’t let this go. They wanted, no, needed to get off this damned table. They hissed and tried to follow, stopping when the table ended. Caleb turned around again, “what is your problem?” He rumbled the words dangerously. Snake crossed their arms and hissed again. Then they gestured at the table, hands shaking once pulled away from their body. “Oh.” Caleb noted simply. He set his cupped hands down on the table and waited for Snake to get on. 

“All of this so you could get off the table, huh?” He asked sarcastically. Snake signed quickly, shut up, asshole, and Caleb sighed through his nose again. “Well, where do you want to go?” Snake pointed at the stove. There was an entrance to the wall there, and they were completely done with Caleb forever. They let them off there and watched them head for the cracked tile. “Wait!” He put a hand in front of them, startling them. They looked back at him.

“Y-you aren’t fully healed yet.” Snake maneuvered around the hand and pulled the tile out of place to demonstrate how they could manage before crossing their arms. Sure, it would make things more annoying, but they had stashed some of the potato sticks in their side-sack. Caleb's brows furrowed with sadness and his eyes dropped. “Oh.” His voice dripped with sadness. Snake nodded. We’ve known each other for less than a day, they thought bitterly, stepping into the darkness of the walls. They looked back for a minute and spotted Caleb’s face. He looked as though he were going to cry. 

“St-stay, please?” He looked ready to beg. “I won’t- I won’t hurt you, just please, don’t go.” They huffed, stepping further into the walls. “I-I don’t want t-to be alone, anymore, okay? D-Don’t…Please, just stay.” He continued to stare at them. They hissed quietly, following the path they had made when they first moved in. They could hear Caleb whining and begging through the walls until they got far enough away. 

Their room was the way they had left it, but instead of a sweet return, Snake felt sour. Caleb was weird. He didn’t have a telltale pattern of emotions, they just sort of…spilled out. That unpredictability left them uncertain and shifty. They hated it.

But why did they still feel bad?

Well, that was easy - Caleb was an absolute mess. He acted like a child who didn’t understand complex emotions yet, nor how to process them. Snake knew that humans were finicky in nature, especially when it came to Groundling or Avian contact. They wanted to help him with whatever he was going through, because it didn’t feel fair to let someone suffer because they were scary. 

Well, that settled it. Tomorrow morning, after they got poultice on their cuts and a sufficient amount of rest, they would go and confront Caleb.

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a new friend pt 3

(pt 1/pt 2/pt 3/pt 4/pt 5)

When Caleb woke up, he had expected not to see the little person he had found last night. However, it seemed the little guy had stayed and even maybe slept well on the stack of scrap fleece he had left over from a few projects. He sat up in his bed, watching them. They were so cute from this angle, but Caleb knew he shouldn’t think that. He shifted to get up and the little person startled awake. Caleb was able to hear their labored breaths accompanied by the heaving of their little chest. He leaned down closer to them, almost perfectly above their head.

“G’mornin’,” his voice was deeper and raspier, though he still managed to keep it quiet. The little person’s ears still dropped. Their tail flicked. Caleb held back the urge to coo when they yawned. “Did you sleep okay?” They hesitated before shrugging. Caleb still wasn’t sure how they knew such a human gesture. There was a moment of empty silence as Caleb yawned and stretched before scratching his head and tipping down one of his hands, “breakfast?” The little person raised an eyebrow in confusion, but climbed into his cupped hands anyway. It was nice that they seemingly trusted him so easily.

“You know, the first meal of the day?” The little person shook their head and fidgeted with their hands. Now Caleb was confused, how would someone not know about breakfast? He didn’t know what the little person knew, and it was weird. Putting a pin in that thought, he lifted them up close to his chest and went off for the kitchen. He only had leftovers from last night’s take out, which he hoped the little person would like. His stomach rumbled, and he hoped there would be enough for the both of them. After all, he had no clue how much the little guy would eat. The kitchen wasn’t clean, boxes still littered the floor and there was dust on the counters, but Caleb would deal. He set the little person down on the dining table and reached into the fridge.

“You aren’t picky, are you?” He asked, not looking at them. He had hoped the little person would speak up, but they didn’t. He repeated the question, “you aren’t picky, right?” He closed the fridge and caught them shaking their head rapidly. “Good,” he sighed, “I don’t have much variety right now.” He set down the styrofoam box in front of them and the little person was interested instantly. He watched as they pushed in the notches that held it closed, and saw them startle when the lid popped open quickly. He held back the urge to chuckle. He went to move closer and watched as they kept outside the box.

“You can have some,” he offered, reaching his hand down to grab one of the fries from the box. They were soggy now, but he didn’t care. He chewed and swallowed, “go on.” But the little person just stood there, gawking up at him. His face burned red and he covered his mouth, looking away. He hadn’t even been eating that fast. “Seriously,” he began, taking another fry and offering it to them, “have some. I’ve got plenty.” The little person looked to the fry, then to him, and maintained eye contact as they grabbed it. He smiled softly and let go, letting the weight of the fry fall into their little hands. Their tail swished - a movement Caleb guessed was excitement - and they sat down to eat. Caleb watched as they dismantled the fry, picking off each individual grain of salt before even taking a small bite. And when they did, he watched their eyes swell with satisfaction and they continued eating with more gusto. The way they ate made him feel more comfortable, mostly because they seemingly ate the same way - as if this food would be their last meal. So, he licked his lips and greedily took up the quarter of veggie sub left from last night. He happily chowed down, not even trying to savor a bite. He only stopped when he saw the little person staring up at him with terror. Their eyes were transfixed on his mouth and their hands had long since covered their ears.

“S-sorry,” he muttered, and a piece of lettuce fell from the sandwich. The little person jolted up and left the fry behind, running and hiding behind the box. “Th-that’s okay! I get it, I wouldn’t want to watch me eat either,” he said without considering the way he absolutely towered over them and just how scary eating could be to someone so small. He was quick to hunker down, trying to make himself smaller, and finish his meal.

“Um, I-I’ve gotta keep unpacking now, okay?” He said when he was done. Their little head poked up just above the box. “Let me know if you need anything.” He got out of the chair as it scraped across the hardwood floor. He actively chose not to watch as the little person winced and covered their ears again. But, just as he turned, they stood and waved their hands up to get his attention. He paused and looked at them. They looked at their feet, making a small clockwise circle with a fist on their chest. It was clearly some sort of sign, but Caleb didn’t know what it meant, so he smiled awkwardly, nodded, and left.

He didn’t notice the way the little person sagged as he did so.

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a new friend pt 2

(pt 1/pt 2/pt 3/pt 4/pt 5)

Snake was unnerved by the new resident in their home. The new human was much younger and definitely had a better sense of hearing than their previous residents, which they had deduced from the way their hissing grabbed his attention. He was also much bigger in many ways - taller, far less frail, thicker body and fingers. They shivered at the thought of those hands. Those giant, strong hands, capable of unspeakable horrors. Snake could not be seen at all, at least while he was here. The big brute already got the loose button off their overshirt. The fact that they didn’t have a replacement was far more annoying, especially because winter was quickly approaching. Last night had not gone according to plan at all.

The Groundling was instinctually inclined not to get too close… but when they spotted a very, very nice old shirt on top of the human’s lightup? They couldn’t help themself. Snake grabbed the grapple they had fashioned out of a fishing hook and twine and threw it up the table beside the human's bed. They climbed, keeping their long ears perked in case the human came back into the room. He was a late sleeper, which annoyed them further. It left far less time for getting what they needed. However, the easy part was done. Getting on top of the mushroom-looking lightup would prove to be much harder.

For one, the grapple couldn’t hook onto whatever the thing was made out of. It clinked softly with the sound of failure every time they tried. With their growing frustration came desperation, where they came close to tears and whined as time went on. Their frustration grew so much that they didn’t notice the creaking of the floorboards until the new human was much too close. Granted, he was on the other side of the bed from them, but Snake still felt threatened by the wide, gaping maw of the human as it grumbled out a yawn. The sound shook their body and jump started their instinct to survive. The grapple was quickly stabbed into the wood grain of the table, but before they could begin to slide down the rope, the human leaped at them from across the bed, landing on the plush blankets and rattling the floor. Snake hissed loudly from the back of their throat, their face turning mean, and jolted away from the grapple.

“Hey!” The overwhelming voice was unwelcome in their ears and rattled them down to their core. How had they fucked up so badly in just a matter of hours? Snake hissed again, hoping the gigantic brute couldn’t smell their fear. They scrambled to get their back up against the lightup and hissed a third time. The human’s face remained dangerous with curiosity as one of the fleshy hands came toward Snake. They did the only thing they could think of when it came close enough - bite like hell. The human retracted his hand with a monstrous yelp, and Snake's ears dropped at the sound. They made it to the grapple and slid down quickly, before struggling to yank it off. With each failed attempt, their impatience and frustration turned against them.

“Where did you go?” The human’s voice rumbled out the question, and the mere thought of getting caught just increased the strength Snake used to try and pull the grapple. It wasn’t working, and so they whined with a heat behind their eyes. Suddenly, the table was pulled away from them and the twine was yanked from their tight grasp painfully. They hissed, this time from the pain and not a warning, noticing the way the skin of their palms had been ripped up. Luckily, it wasn't too deep, but it was cut up enough that it would be too tender to climb. To make things worse, the human’s big face appeared to their left, as did a hand. This time, the human did grab them. The initial grip was too tight, so Snake hissed and bit once at the hand, unable to even sink their teeth through the thick, fleshy skin. “Oh, sorry!” The human rumbled, and this time he was quieter. The grip loosened at once, and Snake was left to catch the breath that had been mercilessly squeezed out of their lungs. The speed at which they were brought up to his face was dizzying and made Snake want to puke.

“Sorry, little guy, didn’t mean to frighten you,” the closeness of the human’s voice caused the hairs to stand up on Snake’s neck. “I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The concern went unaccounted for and Snake hissed, pinning their ears back so far it hurt. Their chest pumped quickly, and they licked their lips.

“Is all you do hiss like a snake?” The human chuckled, the noise unsettling and causing Snake to back off. They instead chose to breathe. “What were you doing up on the bedside table? OH!” The noise was loud and Snake flinched. The human kept them pinned in a hand. “The shirt. Did you want the shirt?” The human grabbed it up without caution and Snake winced. The human was looking right at them and it was terrifying, but they nodded anyway. They were placed on the table again and the shirt was put at their feet. The human watched, finally not looming so far over them. He had a grin that revealed his teeth, and Snake gulped. They flinched at the way the itchy grass felt on their shredded skin, but put on the much too big shirt and stared at the human. Their hands dripped blood. They whined.

“What’s wrong, little guy?” The massive hand came back towards them, but Snake flinched away and hissed a soft warning. Their throat hurt. The human squinted, retracting his hand a little. “You’re bleeding! How did that happen?” What Snake wished for now more than ever was the instinct to respond verbally. “Oh…” The realization seemed to hit him without a snarky remark. The human looked at the table and the rope attached. “You got hurt when I…I’m sorry.” He apologized, eyes full of remorse. Snake remained as far away as possible.

“Can-Can I help you? Please?” Snake cocked their head. “You’ll sleep here, j-just for tonight, okay? Then… you don’t even have to see me, I promise. I…just want to make sure you end up okay.” Snake hissed, hoping it came across as rejection to the idea. The human’s chubby fingers clenched and unclenched with his distress, though Snake only pinned their ears. “Um, okay. I-I can go get some gauze…” He moved to get up but paused. He cupped his palms and held them out in front of Snake. They chose not to hiss, instead looking at the human's face and then back to the hands.

“I-It’s alright, I won't squeeze.” He smiled nervously. “I won't squeeze,” he repeated quietly, seemingly to himself. Snake remained in place. It was a silent no. The human still held his hands out for them. Snake licked their lips again, their tail flicking behind them. Another drop of blood fell from their hands, and Snake looked down. The drops of crimson were unsettlingly wet and Snake shivered. They looked back at the human's pleading face. Taking a step forward, they inhaled. When their old and worn boots hit the fleshy palm, Snake was caught off balance. They flailed and yelped, causing the human to immediately pull up his fingers to catch them. The heat was welcome, but the touch was not. Snake hissed, though the noise ended up much quieter and sadder than they had wanted. Their throat hurt so bad. There was no way they had ever hissed this much.

“Easy, easy, I’m not trying to hurt you,” the human’s voice was much quieter, though it still rumbled through Snake’s ribs. They licked their lips, hoping wherever the human wanted to go there would be water. They were lifted up much more carefully this time, though the humans walking speed left them a little queasy. They were set on the bathroom sink’s ceramic, and they looked around with wonder. They had never been in here before. The human clattered around noisily in the cabinet nearby, looking for something for the blood.

“Does it hurt?” He asked once he had found a bandage roll. Sure, to Snake, the pain wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but they also assumed the human being around made it easier to ignore. They shrugged, a motion they had picked up from the motionbox the previous humans used to watch. The human’s eyes widened and Snake watched as his circular pupils shrunk, readjusting. He dropped the bandage roll at Snake’s feet and leaned down to be closer to eye level. Snake took the edge of the bandage roll in their mouth and tore it unevenly, ignoring the sting of pain from their palms. They repeated the motion again for the other hand, then tied each strip around one hand. The blood would stop spreading, but they certainly couldn’t climb. The human sighed a relief which gusted up over Snake’s head and they turned their attention to him. The bulky human’s nervous smile returned and he offered his hands again.

“You wouldn’t mind sleeping on the bedside table, would you?” Snake shook their head. There wasn’t anywhere else they could realistically get to without the human’s help. “Okay, okay good.” There was another sigh, and the gust of wind left Snake blinking. They stepped onto his hands again and waited. The human didn’t move, though some of his fingers twitched. Snake hated the amount of the human’s focus was on them. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Then, the human blinked and shook his head lightly, “sorry, blanked out there.” He then smiled and took Snake back to the bedroom.

Snake couldn’t sleep that night, and neither could Caleb, though for different reasons.

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a new friend pt 1

(pt 1/pt 2/pt 3/pt 4/pt 5)

The last night of moving into Caleb’s new house went well. The boxes were all stacked neatly in the living area, a few open on the lounge chair so he could eat off of a regular plate with normal silverware. The people Caleb had bought the house from claimed it was haunted, but he didn’t believe in such things. They had brought up strange hissing noises and weird tapping from the walls occasionally, but Caleb assumed that was just an animal in the house. And to him, they were welcome to stay.

Caleb was raised not to mind the creatures that lived in his house, after all, they wouldn’t survive outside after adapting to the inside of a house. His mother assured him spiders were there to eat the ants and the mice were there to eat the spiders. It was the circle of life. It was a horrible tragedy the night that caring and loving woman died. The house he grew up in and everything in it was given to his sister. The only thing left for him? A box from up in the attic that contained little trinkets they had collected together. So, Caleb moved out for the first time in his life and found a different house owned by friends of his family. They were an old, gray couple who had planned to move into a nursing home. They gave him his new house - old furniture and all. He was very thankful.

It was nearing midnight and Caleb had gotten up from his temporary resting place - the cushy lounge chair - to get a glass of water. He left the light off, relying on the moonlight from the very large windows in the kitchen. He filled up the one cup he had unpacked and chugged it down, but just as he was about to get another… there was a quiet, although frighteningly nearby, hissing noise. It sounded like a child trying to imitate a snake with resounding success. He looked around and caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He leaned down close to the countertop and spotted something very little - a button and a little bit of torn thread.

“What the hell?” He muttered to himself, gently pinching the materials off the counter. Another faint hiss caught his attention and pulled his gaze toward the cracked tile near the stovetop. He sighed, figuring he was either just imagining things, or something outside was making the noise. But that didn’t quell one of the memories from his childhood. He continued to push it away in his mind until he fell asleep in the lounge chair by accident.

“Mama, mama, look! I found something!” Caleb waved his hand up in the air with his find. It was a strange looking little shirt that appeared to be weaved with grass like a basket. His mother came over with a mellow smile and squinted at the shirt.

“Well, I’m not sure where that came from…” she trailed off, the expression on her face scrunching up with confusion. Then, she turned to her son, “what do you think, Cay-Cay?” Caleb hummed thoughtfully for a minute.

“Oh! I know! I know! Little people!” He giggled, pleased with his own imagination. His mother laughed delicately and kindly.

“Oh baby, little people aren’t real.”

The morning was a rude awakening. Caleb had drifted into the sound of his angry alarm and groaned. Today was the day he unpacked. He started with the boxes that left him the most curious - the box labeled ‘Caleb’s Trinkets’ in his mothers handwriting. He sliced apart the old tape with scissors and was struck with emotion as he pulled each item out of the box; old animal skulls that had been bleached, the butterflies pinned in a frame, two posters with assorted bugs, a table lamp with a mushroom head, and finally the little grass-weaved shirt. Tears welled up in his eyes, though he was quick to wipe them away.

“Mama…” he mumbled, swiping his sleeve under his nose. He put everything back in the box and headed to the single bedroom in the house. The wallpaper adorned with fern leaves was peeling at the edges and the windowsill looked tired with dust. He hung up the posters and put the mushroom lamp on the nightstand. The butterfly frame went over the top of the bed frame. The skulls he still had to put a shelf up for, but the little shirt was a mystery. For now, he set it on top of the mushroom lamp and left to go unpack the rest of his things.

[yippeesizedifgohard]

NOT Wholesome Relationships in GT

this is basically another entry in random GT thoughts: I always hear about how ppl would love to have a tiny/giant S/O in the, how their relationship would be filled with fluff and wholesome moments, and while I love the sentiment. oh my god does the power dynamics of a one sided relationship make a good story. Giant pressuring tiny to go out with them, not even having to threaten anything because 'holy he's 80 feet tall Imagine what he could do to me if I made him mad'

bonus points if Giant doesn't even realise they are scaring the tiny into a date, they just think that tiny is into them as well and is nervous abt it for normal reasons, only for halfway through the date when tiny hasn't disagreed or voiced their own opinion, 'I suggested tiny to get apple pie as a joke because they're allergic, but they actually got it, why are they acting different all the sudden now that we are alone?' and it all comes to a boil when tiny finally breaks down, breaking their facade and expecting for Giant to get mad at them over it all and giant is MAD but NOT for the reasons tiny thinks, Like they just realized the only reason their 'S/O' went out with them is because they were SCARED of them? like how heartbreaking would that be? And on the other side for tiny they have been trying their past weeks to tip-toe around Giant, only to be 'forced' on a date with someone they don't even feel SAFE around?!

Oh my god this scenario has been living in my head for the past week and i CANNOT get it out of my head. If somebody doesn't write this i WILL don't test me

[yippeesizedifgohard]

G/T questions to help develop your characters

General:

• What would your character(s) do if they switched sizes with their g/t companion for 24 hours?

• What do your characters dislike about their size?

• If your character could choose to change their size for the rest of their life, would they? And what size would they be?

• What is a (human) thing your character doesn't know about but you think they would really like if they did?

Giant:

• If your character had the ability to fix the damage they cause would they?

• Do they enjoy being taller than their friend/SO?

• How aware are they of their size? How does(or doesn't) this cause problems with smaller people?

Tiny:

• What skills has being tiny caused them to gain? Do they sew their own clothes, make their own furniture?

• What do they look for when finding a new place to live? (Close to food? Large network of tunnels?)

• What do they think is cool about being big that's actually not/normal?

[yippeesizedifgohard]

sprites

the little fucks how dare they be mean :( no no it's okay people kinda suck

General Culture:

Sprites don't have a society in the ways that humans or other creatures do, as each individual sprite is born from the earth itself, and often will not know another of its kind for a long time. However, there are some general feelings shared by sprites given the state of their earthly mother and the ways humans have impacted that.

Sprites do not have an assigned physical form - they have full control over what they look like. Sometimes sprites will copy the forms of those around them to fit in (ex: a sprite changing to look more like a faery so they can assimilate and have a community), but most of the time, they will take pieces and parts from other creatures to make their own form. They also have no confined size, though many of them loathe being at the height or size of humans due to the fact that they hate them. But more on that later.

Agriculture:

There isn't really any form of agriculture, given there are no communities, but many sprites will grow their own food, hunt, or gather in their environment depending on their chosen diet. Some sprites will even refuse to feed off of any of the earth mothers creatures, and will instead photosynthesize.

Names:

The name of a sprite is up to them, and due to some never interacting with other creatures, they may not even have names. But, when they do have a name, it's usually given by another creature, so sometimes they'll follow the naming systems used by groundlings or faeries.

Human Relationships:

Around 80% of sprites absolutely HATE humans for harming the earth mother. These sprites will curse humans they see actively causing harm to the ecosystem, even for simple things such as picking flowers. But, they will not ever kill or seriously injure a human, as they are still creations of the earth mother.

19% of sprites have a range of apathy to curiosity to adoration. To some sprites, humans are adorable, simple minded creatures who just don't understand that what they are doing is harmful. To others in this 20%, they couldn't care less about what happens to humans or their dealings. But, the most dangerous sprites of all are the curious ones. Curious sprites will often come out of hiding or even kidnap humans to learn more about them. A curious sprite is a dangerous sprite, though most humans are unaware of this fact.

The final 1% of sprites are sprites that have no hangups around humans, or have overcome their hangups, and befriended humans. This is very uncommon and widely considered just a myth to other sprites.

Communication:

Sprites communicate with each other through rumors and stories. They love gossip and drama, because oftentimes their own lives are very boring.

assorted fun facts:

Sprites possess almost an unlimited amount of magic supplied by any existing trees, and only two things can really harm them - military weapons (guns, bombs) and deforestation

Back in the day, humans would refer to sprites as changelings and witches, but these accounts have been reduced to mere tall tales and myths