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smol-n-smol · 12 minutes
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Sometimes I think about being comfy with a Big Guy. A Giant Guy. Both of you completely trusting the other.
The air smells like the beginnings of a storm yet the sunset had never been more beautiful. Seeing it from so high, on top of their shoulder or nestled in their hair. When it finally starts to pour they make sure to keep you dry, the two of them laughing and teasing about getting a cold or smelling like a wet dog. For the rest of the night the two of you out on a movie, feeling the warmth of the other as Mother Nature sends her wrath upon your roof. The sound is calming, but not as calming as their breathing. You both eventually fall asleep. The TV still plays quietly in the background. The cold of the night is staved away by them, and their nightmares are dispelled by you. You are home, and you are happy.
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smol-n-smol · 13 minutes
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smol-n-smol · 13 minutes
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Once again my other social media feeds have unknowingly given me g/t content
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smol-n-smol · 14 minutes
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Ignorant/gullible borrowers who grow up thinking the world is like all the tv and movies they see in the humans house that theyve always lived in
- believing some humans have super powers
-thinking theres giant sharks in the ocean (they watched sharknado and jaws ok??)
-they have nightmares about the aliens capturing their humans (their humans have watched way too much ancient aliens)
-they totally believe in all the cryptids
-they think snakes on a plane was based off a true story
When discovered by the human…the tiny has so many baffling questions about human society and the outside world causing the human to hurt their tummy from laughing
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smol-n-smol · 16 minutes
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inktober day: 18 cuddle
just sketchies of edian being way to big for harvey’s bed but still being determined to lay in it
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smol-n-smol · 22 minutes
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Angy Teeny Boi
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hehheheehe
... and my outlining skills are - so brilliant. If you zoom in, it actually becomes visible wow
still haven't figured out a name for this little dude yet
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smol-n-smol · 26 minutes
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cleanup commission for @ donnyannes on twitter :D
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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Hii, I'm new to the g/t community, at least to the posting stuff. Recently I've felt inspired to make a story with one of my ocs and I'd love to share it.
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The tiny character is Akiko, my long lasting oc, and the guy... Idk his name yet, I have the story not the name, or full design, he'll probably change when I post again cause I can't decide 😞 any suggestions??
Enjoy the doodle (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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You ever think about how in European countries like Britain (where the borrowers was written) they have super thick, well made walls, and in America, our walls are thin and made of paper. So it makes sense that borrowers would have enough space to live in a European houses wall, but in an American houses wall, they'd be crammed in like, a two inch wide space covered in dust.
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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G/T trope I like
Tiny cooking for the giant
Giant taking their time to eat the food despite being able to eat all of it in one bite
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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https://x.com/FrolixK/status/1785325663160803534
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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being in a pocket, feeling each movement the giant makes, as i feel their thigh lift me up and set me back down over and over again. seeing the light above me come and go, it so high above me with no escape, and yet it feels safer in their pocket than in the outside, feeling their warmth through the thin clothing.
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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Some Ben doodles with monster!Sam. Cause I can. :'3
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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Okay but I feel like a borrower would complain about this too because how are they supposed to borrow anything when there's nowhere to hide?? Where are their secret exits supposed to go??
I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth
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smol-n-smol · 1 hour
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Fruit seller, I am going into battle and require your strongest fruits
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smol-n-smol · 11 hours
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reminder that it’s okay to just write ‘the fun parts’ of a story if you want. if you get joy from writing the same scenario (like, a g/t meeting, certain comfort scenario, a specific fearplay moment) you can just write that. you don’t have to feel guilty for not writing build up or a whole story around it. if it’s just for you, it doesn’t need context. and if you wanna share it with others. a quick ‘hey these are my OCs [with possibly a brief description] when they [scenario here]’ is usually enough context for readers to enjoy it as a short story.
this applies to drawing too. write and/or draw what you want. let yourself go wild with ‘the fun parts’. you deserve to have fun.
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smol-n-smol · 12 hours
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When I say brain rot, I mean it. Please accept this poor sketch of baby Ollie (kraken) when he first meets Aurelie (human). He’s so smol but he’ll grow to be much *much* bigger in a few years
I do plan on writing a couple of snippets for these two but please accept this for now
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That tiny lil octopus-mer you saved from being stranded in a tide pool and released back into the ocean? Remember them?
Whelp, flash forward a couple years later, you’re at that same beach you found the lil mer at. One problem though, that lil octopus mer is now the size of a massive kraken, looming over you with a happy look in their eye.
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