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belethlegwen · 2 days

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#4 #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t writing #g/t author #gtauthor #author thoughts #gt #big little thoughts #poll

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entomolog-t · 3 months

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🖋 G/t Writer Appreciation Challenge🖋

Just in time for February! Let's show the writers in the community some extra attention and engagement and let them feel our appreciation 💕

This challenge involves interacting with others, so please remember to be respectful and have fun! This is a great opportunity to interact with new creators or a wonderful excuse to leave some extra love on a fic that's near and dear to your heart!

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t prompts #g/t writing #size tumblr #GtWAC #WACPrompts #WAC Prompt list #Gt Writer Appreciation Challenge #g/t challenge #g/t writers #g/t author

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justagiantpotato · 3 months

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An opinion about g/t media and the consumers.

Never thought fast-consumed media (pictures and drawings) will become most of what the g/t community is based on now. Back in the day you could read and sometimes you would see decent art here and there. Now? If you do not draw you don't get any notes. No one seems to care enough about your writing if you don't create art for it, of it or before it. I'm taking this off of mainly @entomolog-t 's posts as of right now (sorry for the tag, I do not mean to bother you with my meaningless rambling). But. I see their posts about their characters at least a hundred times a day; the art. ALWAYS the art. I started reading the actual stories and I was confused why those posts didn't have as many notes; simply, people care about the characters enough to like the g/t art made about them, but not enough to actually sit down and read about them. Most g/t writers are swept under the rug, even if their stories are incredibly, because they do not have art that includes g/t in it. And that says a lot to me. I value the artist, you can see how much time and effort goes into the art. But. Where is the value to the writers? Those that sit down and put in so much effort to please the people that love their character, only to be let down by only getting the half amount, if that, of the notes they, or artists receive on art. It makes me feel weird. Kinda makes the effort meaningless if you see posts about scribbles, G/T SCRIBBLES, get hundreds of notes, but amazing writing about 40 notes.

As someone who loves to write and put myself out there, it sucks the hope out of me, knowing because I can't draw, I'll never be recognized. And before you think 'oooh someone's jealous', no. Just simply, frustrated. Frustrated at how media works.

Now, I do not need to be flooded with hate comments, but I would love to hear other's opinion about this.

#g/t #g/t community #g/t art #opinion #g/t writing #g/t author

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t3a-tan · 11 months

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This is the second time Oliver has approached James specifically to request assistance. After he approached the police man and saw him perform an arrest the first time, he came to the conclusion that James is a human who would be good to have as backup just in case... James is confused, but the tiny man who keeps asking him for help always ends up leading him to people who are in need of help, so he goes along with it.

But of course, they become friends. And Oliver, as per usual, takes things too literally.

James offered his pocket, but Oliver prefers being mobile and unrestrained when possible. Having the borrower standing on his shoulder is slightly nerve wracking though...

#g/t community #ocs #my oc art #borrower au #borrowers #g/t #g/t au #giant/tiny #oc story #g/t art #giant/tiny art #gentle giant #g/t fluff #g/t artist #g/t author #g/t comic #borrower oc

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narrans · 3 months

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My Borrowed Son | 2 | Decisions

Amanda hated this. She hated this whole this. Curses, she really hated this.

Amanda had managed to shove her current troubles aside just long enough to focus on the thumb sized boy hiding under the park bench. After everything that happened, Amanda determined a few things.

One, the boy was real. No hallucinations could move real blades of grass and whimper and cry like a real human child.

Two, the child was alone at the moment. He kept looking around expectantly but refused to leave the pole more than a few inches before scurrying back to its perceived safety.

Three, he needed to be taken care of. He had obviously been there for a few days, but Amanda couldn’t be sure.

Finally, she needed to leave him alone. If he was more animalistic, Amanda didn’t want her scent or whatever to taint him. She thought some kind of parent might be back to collect him any minute. She knew some animals would leave their young for days on end while they hunted or lured off a predator, but she didn’t want to even consider the later. She also knew the law and abducting children was not something she wanted on her record - no matter how small or how in need the child was.

At the same time, she couldn’t just leave him.

So, she compromised with herself.

She sat at a neighboring park bench, the whole time keeping eyes on the chipped base of the bench and the little tuft of sandy brown hair she could see. For hours, she sat and kept an eye on the small boy while also researching “tiny humans” on her phone.

Sadly, she only found communities of authors and artists fascinated with small people with tails called “Littles,” which was part of a larger series written by John Peterson. There were other references to small, human-like beings who possessed sentience, but who knew what the little boy actually was.

In all honesty, Amanda was focused so intently on the boy not only because of the whole situation, but because the distraction was a welcome one. It was far from relief, but it was a good way for her to keep her mind preoccupied at the very least. The tension of what to do next with her life and what to do with the boy loomed over her like the impending night.

What made the evening even more tense was that the neighborhood kids came and began to play on the playground, kicking their soccer ball dangerously close to the thumb-sized boy’s hiding place. It was on the second time that Amanda moved back and sat on the bench just over the boy’s hiding spot that her anxiety began to calm.

By the time it was sunset, the children had gone home with their parents and friends, leaving Amanda alone with the little boy. Amanda checked again and again and, sure enough, there was the little boy slumped over, barely awake.

He had to be so tired.

He looked so small and helpless right there, barely sitting upright against the cold metal pole. She looked into his dreary eyes and could see the spark of life draining away with each passing second.

Amanda had been won over by her irrational, caring side. Whether the child was abandoned or not, he needed help. Amanda would return the next day with the boy if need be, but he needed help now.

Nerves made her hand shake more than she thought as she knelt down and caught the eye of the small boy again. Dark circles were under his eyes, and he barely moved when she pulled the grass blades to the side. He was obviously exhausted to the point where he couldn’t even run away anymore.

Amanda didn’t want to just grab him. He was probably very fragile.

At the same time, she didn’t want him to run away either. A rough plan was in the forefront of her mind, and she was risking everything on it working.

Based on all the fictional pieces she read about “The Littles,” all a “human bean” had to do was reassure the small person (because they really were just little people with mouse tails) and then the small person would trust the human.

It seemed ridiculous, but it was the best laid plan that Amanda could come up with in her emotionally exhausted state.

So, straining a forced smile, Amanda laid her hand onto the grass in front of the boy a few inches away. He whimpered and curled in on himself, hiding his fear filled eyes from Amanda. The way he shied away made Amanda think that the boy was bracing himself to be grabbed or pinched. The sight made her heart ache.

So, she withdrew her hand ever so slightly and smiled again, making sure to appear as non-threatening as possible.

“Hey, sweetheart. You’re okay. You’re safe now, okay? I’m not going to hurt you,” said Amanda gently. Was she losing her mind? Was this some sort of acceptance her mind needed to go through to begin recovering from her divorce? The boy’s eyes blinked away tears as he looked back up at Amanda.

“Come on sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. Let’s go home,” she said. The child looked around but didn’t seem to find what he was looking for and, to Amanda’s shock, yielded to her request.

He stood shakily, picked up something, and toddled forward until he stood at the tips of Amanda’s fingers. She held her breath as she marveled at the child as he glanced from Amanda’s hand to her eyes. Amanda felt her features soften involuntarily as she gazed at the boy.

“I’ll protect you. You don’t have to be scared of me,” she said tenderly. “Come on. Just step on up, okay?”

The sandy haired boy seemed to glance around once more, looking warily back toward the bench. Was he looking at something? What was keeping him there?

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Amanda coaxed again.

Then, turning away from the bench and his little hiding place by the bench, he lifted his foot and crawled up onto her hand.

A shiver ran through her body as she felt his weight in her hand. Amanda thought he might vanish or that she might wake up at any moment, the whole thing being a dream. Instead, this impossibly small life crawled into a ball in the center of her hand, shivering and casting uncertain glances at her every few seconds.

She couldn’t believe it. His weight was like a stack of just a few quarters in her palm. He wiped his eyes with the back of his dirt smudged hand. He looked up and met Amanda’s gaze once again, making her heart skip the next few beats. All at once, the fear and anxiety of being around this little boy in her hands melted away and was replaced by a protective surge she wasn’t expecting.

“Hey there,” she said softly, curling her fingers so he wouldn’t accidentally fall. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

The boy locked eyes with her and blinked. Was it just her imagination? Or was there some recognition in his eyes at her words? Then, amazingly, he offered the first little smile she had seen since discovering him. That look on his face alone created a wordless connection between them. Amanda could see the boy’s insightfulness, even at his young age, and it only strengthened her resolve to protect him.

Without severing their eye-contact, she stood and began the trek back home. Amanda never had such a nerve wracking walk back to her apartment. Keeping the boy steady in her hands step after step was a terrifying venture all on its own. Still, the most terrifying events were yet to come.

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welcometomylittlelife · 18 days

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To my friends...

Hey there! My name is Parker and I'm a little new here. I like writing, poetry, tinkering, and I stream games and stuff from time to time. I'm also a bit of a space nerd and I usually have a favorite book every month, but my all time favorite is probably The Hobbit.

I hope you all like my stuff. I'm just putting it out there to get over my stage fright (fingers crossed).

Anyway, nice to meet you through the screen. If you have any story suggestions I should read here or cool art I should check out, just let me know!

Look forward to hearing from all of you out there and, hey, welcome to my little life!

So long! Parker

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angstylittleguy · 5 months

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The Sink Incident

Bennett and Dalton are hanging out alone when Dalton has a shrinking spell. Good thing Bennett noticed what was happening.

tw: almost drowning

character context: Dalton is a size-shifter whose height is affected by his emotions. Bennett frequently gets stuck in time loops and the only way to get the loop to end is for him to survive the day.

word count: 1.3k

-> In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong masterpost link: Here

-> character introductions and moodboards: Here

“Yo, Dalton,” Bennett called from his spot on the couch. “Are you coming back or what?”

The pair had been watching a movie and eating ice cream, celebrating the end of final exams for both college students. It had been the most stressful week of Bennett’s life and he really needed time to just lay back and do nothing. He originally planned to have Rory and Dalton come over to his dorm to hang out, but his roommate, Josiah, was still not done with his exams and needed the space to study. Rory couldn’t come, either. She said she had a migraine and would rather die than leave her room.

With Dalton being the only one of the group also finished with exams, he had invited Bennett to come over to his apartment. It had been just the two of them for a couple hours, but a few minutes ago Dalton had taken their empty bowls to the sink to be cleaned and had yet to return.

Bennett turned around on the couch to face the kitchen. “Dalton?”

He paused, listening for a response. Had he left the room? There was a rattling from the kitchen that caught his attention, but Bennett thought nothing of it.

“Dalton, dude, where’d you go?” More silence. “You’re missing the movie!”

There was a distinct noise coming from the kitchen that Bennett couldn’t place. He stood from the couch, stretching his arms over his head after having been lazing around for the past few hours.

The rattling from the kitchen grew more intense, and Bennett headed over to investigate with caution. Dalton’s phone was left by the sink, the drain plugged and filled with warm water. The rattling was coming from the dishes that were soaking in the water.

Bennett’s eyes widened, putting two and two together. “Oh, shit. Dalton?”

Without a moment of hesitation, Bennett plunged his hands into the dirty dish water. He carefully removed the dishes in an effort to find wherever Dalton had managed to get trapped, and blindly slid his hands around in the water to see if he could feel Dalton’s body.

“Oh, god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.”

Eventually, Bennett’s hands found him, and he pulled Dalton out of the water and placed him carefully on the counter. He was small, only a couple of inches tall. He felt weightless in Bennett’s hands. So unbelievably fragile. Dalton immediately started hacking up water, turning over to cough it out of his lungs.

“Shit—are you okay?”

Dalton continued to cough, trembling as his arms shook to support his weight in an upright position. Bennett’s hands hovered uselessly over him, not sure what to do.

“Dalton, buddy, oh my God. Talk to me. What do you need?”

Dalton, instead of responding, just waved his arm up at Bennett as if shooing away his worries. He still did not turn around to look up at him, his breathing rapid as if he couldn’t catch his breath.

Bennett started opening drawers in the kitchen until he found a clean hand towel, and he carefully draped it over Dalton’s shoulders. Bennett watched as he wrapped it further around himself before he lowered himself to his knees to be more eye level with him.

“You sure you’re alright, man?” Bennett cautiously asked, the concern in his voice still prominent.

Dalton nodded, his brown hair flat against his head. “I’m okay,” his quiet voice finally answered. “Just shaken up.”

Bennett couldn’t help the relieved sigh he released at hearing his friend’s voice. “Dude, I thought you had drowned.”

“Sorry…”

There was an awkward bout of silence between them.

Bennett had questions. What happened to trigger Dalton’s ability? How did he manage to fall into the sink? Instead of asking. however, he traced a careful finger along Dalton’s back, hoping to offer some comfort.

Dalton flinched at the unexpected touch, sitting up straighter.

“Do you have a change of clothes I can grab for you?” Bennett asked, “so you don’t have to sit in your wet ones?”

Dalton adjusted the towel wrapped around him, eyes trained on the sink to his left and trying to ignore the booming voice of his friend behind him. The wet fabric of his soaked clothing clung to his skin uncomfortably, but Dalton shook his head. “I usually don’t have to worry about clothes.”

Bennett wanted nothing to more than to make a joke about that, but he felt it wasn’t appropriate right now. He wished Rory were here, so he could whisper his joke to her, yes, but also because she was better at handling situations like this. Bennett seemed to always mess up when he was around Dalton. He didn’t know how to handle him when he was small. He didn’t know how to help.

Bennett stared at Dalton’s miniscule form, wrapped in the hand towel and shivering. He loomed over him, despite being knelt by the kitchen counter to avoid doing just that.

“Dalton…” Bennett muttered, thrumming his fingers on the counter subconsciously. “What can I do to help you?”

Dalton still hadn’t looked at him. The realization was like a punch in the gut for Bennett, but he couldn’t blame him. He wouldn’t want to look up at someone bigger than a house either. The idea was terrifying. Still, it hurt that Bennett was the one who was causing this fear.

Dalton shrugged his shoulders. The silence was so loud.

“Can I ask what happened?” Bennett questioned, eyes glancing over to Dalton’s phone. He could check himself; he had an inkling that the cause of Dalton’s distress had come from something he had seen. But Bennett figured it would be better for the both of them if Dalton just told him.

“I, uh, my final project just got graded,” Dalton answered. “Sat on the counter, saw the grade, got small, fell in the sink.”

Bennett grimaced. “You didn’t do too good?”

Dalton shook his head sadly.

“I—I’m sure it won’t affect your grade that much! And that number doesn’t define how good you are as an artist! It’s just a number at the end of the day.”

Dalton, for the first time, turned around to look at Bennett. His eyes were red with tears, his lips pressed into a thin line as if he were fighting back a sob. “You don’t understand,” Dalton said, voice strained. “My professor called my art lazy. And simple. She said she could tell I didn’t try my best and that I should be disappointed in myself for wasting my time as well as hers.”

Bennett knew that Dalton had tried his hardest on that piece. He had been working on it for over a month, staying up late at the studio nearly every night. To say his art was lazy was more than a slap to the face.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. She’s just an asshole.”

“An asshole that controls my grade.”

Dalton buried his face in his hands, the hand towel falling from his shoulders. He shivered.

Bennett gently placed the towel back over his shoulders before resting his hand palm up in front of Dalton. “Let’s go get you warmed up,” he suggested quietly. “And then we’ll figure this out.”

Dalton looked from the hand back up to Bennett’s brown eyes before sighing. He climbed onto his hand.

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zero00o0 · 2 months

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Sneaky Peeky

I meant what I said - I am rewriting Quiet!! I hope to be done soon, but I'm always busy so I'm gonna work on it whenever i can lol

It's not a spoiler by any means, but if you don't want to see any sneak peeks of the rewrite, don't look under the cut!!

“A cabin, in the middle of some of the most isolated woods in America?! THAT’S what you had in mind?!” George gawked at Sapnap as Karl loaded the last of their luggage into their car. “This is your last ditch effort to kill me and dump my body in the woods, isn’t it?”

Sapnap laughed as he patted George on the shoulder, completely ignoring the man’s outburst. “More like: a nice ass cabin, away from a distracting internet connection, in some of the most beautiful woods the country has to offer!” Sapnap gleamed. George could practically see the stars glimmering in his eyes as he put his trademark positive spin on George’s words. Much to his agitation.

“It’ll be just like camping,” Karl’s voice came from the back of their car as he forcefully pushed his purple suitcases into the pile of luggage. “But with electricity, and indoor plumbing,” his voice strained as he fought to keep the bags from falling out. “And we won’t have to sleep on the ground in a tent!” The boy poked his head out from the back and smiled at George. He must say, Karl had a way of making his frustration diminish.

George groaned in defeat. “Fine, whatever. But I’m riding shotgun.”

“Nope! Already called it!” Karl giggled as he scrambled into the front seat, much to George’s dismay. They tussled for a few moments before George inevitably gave up and begrudgingly took the back seat. As Sapnap hopped into the driver’s seat and pulled out of their driveway, George cast one last wistful look at their home. An entire week without an internet connection was the exact opposite of what George was expecting. But as his roommates began to chit-chat about the ride ahead, laughing together as they turned the radio up, George could feel his hesitations dwindle. Sapnap was right; he needed this. A week getaway with his two favorite people on Earth. What could happen?

#mcyt g/t #quiet mcyt g/t #g/t author

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faeintheointment · 2 years

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When your giant friend gets a bit too curious about where you live.

Hey, least they got you a cake.

#giant tiny #g/t #gt community #sfw g/t #gentle giant #g/t fluff #giant #size difference #g/t community #giant/tiny #gt fluff #tiny #gtfluff #sfw gt #g/t art #g/t scenario #g/t writing #gt #g/t author

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addictedtofunandmagic · 7 months

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Art i did for the last post but only finished today, plus im currently working on a bunch of scetches (plus college assignments) and in 1-2 weeks will probably sit down to write part 2

#giant tiny #g/t #g/t art #g/t author #g/t community #why are they so stiff

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belethlegwen · 3 days

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Dying at the idea of a fairy au for any of the idiot brigade and extended cast 😭

I'm not sure if you mean the Idiot Brigade finding a fairy, or the Idiot Brigade being fairies but oh my god the chaos of either of those things delights me to no end hahaha

Also I just got a very strong image of a sour, sharp-tongued Devon-fairy and giggled like a dingbat.

#asks and answers #fairy au #The Stranding #The Stranding AU #Idiot Brigade #Miller would be the most troublesome-but-also-helpful fairy ever #Elves-and-the-Shoemaker level kind of 'oh damn this thing that needed doing sure did get done'#but with 'hey why are literally all of my cookies gone and who knocked over all my houseplants' spice added #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t writing #g/t author #gtauthor #author thoughts #gt #big little thoughts

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entomolog-t · 3 months

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GtWAC Day 1:

Reblog your go to comfort fic

If you have not read The Stranding (and by extension, The Rescue) by the darling @belethlegwen you are deeply missing out! The sheer amount of content is truly a blessing, and considering its still being updated?? ASDFJHSLK

Belle is an incredible story teller, and this shines through in her writing so well I feel like I'm getting flashbanged by talent.

You know that typical writing advice about not introducing too many characters, especially early on as it divides the reader's attention?? BELLE STOMPS ON THAT.

AND

IT

WORKS

I genuinely can't get over how much I am in love with her characters. I must admit- I am the typical reader with one too many bonks to the head that can't seem to focus on/ remember/ care about more than 3-5 characters- that is not the case here.

Every character she introduces has my interest piqued- each one feeling alive and at home in their setting. And its not just likeable in the sense of "oh I'd be friends with them" (and she absolutely has many characters I'd love to be friends with)- its these raw and real characterizations that make you like them as a character.

They have their own mystery to them too- even if its not direct. Her characters make you wonder more about their past and why they act the way they do. They can be frustrating, immature, stubborn, even cruel- but they feel so deeply real.

Both written works from Sizeable Ship Wrecks are among my favorite things I've read- both inside and outside of the G/t sphere to the point I feel as though I could shamelessly recommend this to someone outside of the G/t community and be confident they would enjoy it.

#I LOVE THIS WORK SO MUCH AND Y'ALL SHOULD TOO #ALSO SET IN CANADA MAKES MY HEART GO BRRR #gtWAC #g/t #g/t community #g/t writing #G/t author #The Stranding #Henry is a king and I love him to bits #Mel is a shitdisturber and it makes me absolutely feral #Daniel Grant made me understand the emotion my dog must feel when I take away a toy she desperately wants to chew on #You know when dogs get something in there mouth and do the lil head shake thing??? Visceral need to do that to that man #MILLER??? SWEET BOY MILLER??? MY LOVE. DEAREST BOY. I WOULD GO TO WAR FOR HIM. PRECIOUS PRECIOUS BIG LITTLE MAN #Devon is serving cunt- as the kids say #I would crawl through 6 miles of broken glass in the dead of Canadian winter just to here Peter Martellis yell at me for “Decorum.”#Lionus makes my heart go thump #Kendrick??? ADORABLE. Belongs in a pocket. Affectionately #I COULD GO ON AND ON BECAUSE THERE ARE STILL SO MANY MORE CHARACTERS??? AND THEY ARE ALL SO GOOD ???

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rosella35 · 2 years

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G/T Stories Appreciation

For everyone who’s followed my stories over the years, you may already know that I’m a pretty inconsistent contributor to the G/T community, but this year has been by far the most challenging! As much as I’ve wanted to keep writing Borrowed Courage and post more art (and fanart) on here, I’ve been struggling through the final year of my psychology degree at university, and while it’s almost over, it’s taken up a lot of the time that I used to spend engaging with the amazing creators here on this platform.

So basically, I’m writing this post to give all of my favourite giant-tiny stories (and their authors) a well-deserved shoutout! There have been a few series that I’ve binged while stressed from thesis-writing this year, and a heap more that got me through high school and plenty of other stressful times in life, so without further ado, have some recommendations!

A Tall and Small Collection by @narrans - Definitely one of my staple reads this year! For anyone wanting a wholesome yet angsty story about a borrower family and their resident human, this one is a must! Narrans is an incredibly talented writer, and I can’t wait for the much-anticipated paperback of ATaSC coming out soon!

Watch Your Step by @not-a-space-alien - Hands down one of the most creative takes on the ‘human catches fairy’ trope. Thistle is such a well-developed character, and the interactions he has with his human roommates are so entertaining (and have literally made me laugh out loud at times!). If you’re after a slow burn trust-building story, then I couldn’t recommend this one more!

Nobody’s Fool by @ratcatcher0325 - I binged this whole story the other night after submitting an essay and it was incredible! I usually don’t read too many pet trope works anymore, but this one warmed my heart for a good reason. I loved the journeys each character went on throughout the story; especially Penn’s. It's always so empowering to read about a character overcoming prejudices and using their story to inspire others!

A Fraction of Justice - another one by @ratcatcher0325 which deserves just as much praise as Nobody’s Fool! Alexander is such a strong yet vulnerable character, and I am loving he and Natalie’s story so far. Seriously amazing writing, especially during the emotional scenes!

Online Dating Can Be Hard by @duckit7 - Seriously such a sweet story about two people developing feelings for each other in a mixed-size world. I love the world-building in this one, and how realistic the characters and their struggles are. Definitely worth a read if you like slow burn romance with a sprinkle of angst!

Gulliver’s Children by @rosabea6 - This one’s a webtoon about a teenager with a size-shifting disease. Once again, some crazy world-building, and scarily realistic scenes. Also, the art is absolutely incredible! I’ll flag that this one is for mature audiences since there are some violent scenes, but overall hands down the most amazing G/T themed comic I’ve read!

Perspectives Series by @hiddendreamer67 and @arc852 - I'm not part of the Sanders Sides fandom, but this series was wild! I can’t believe how many different scenes and tropes you guys managed to write over such a short period; it’s beyond impressive. If I had to pick a favourite, it would have to be ‘Switched Perspectives’, since I’m a sucker for size switching shenanigans (and in this case angst)!

Borrowtober Series by @Nicole08196 over on deviantart - This one doesn’t get old! A super cute story about a family of borrowers and their two resident humans, with a really fresh perspective on the lives of borrowers. Nicholas and Darius would have to be my favourite pair; their guitar practicing bonding sessions are so wholesome!

Trust Series by @creatorofuniverses and @neonthewrite over on deviantart - As if I would forget mentioning the trust boys. This one has a special place in my heart, since I basically went through high school following along with the series (and now here I am at 23)! For those who haven’t read it yet, Trust follows the lives of two viri (who pretty much live like borrowers) and their human counterparts, and has four main AUs so far. Definitely worth checking it out!

Spirit of Adventure - also by @creatorofuniverses , with a supernatural twist! Basically a viri who can see ghosts, his ghostly friend and a team of human detectives out fighting crime. What could go wrong?

The Prince and the Faeling - another amazing series by @creatorofuniverses which you can find at @askthefaeling . It’s an angsty story about a spoiled prince and his snarky fae companion.

Brothers Apart by @nightmares06 - This series definitely takes the throne for most prolific! Even if you’ve never watched Supernatural, Brothers Apart and its many AUs explore just about every G/T theme under the sun, and with incredible writing to boot! If I were to pick a favourite, it’d have to be a tie between ‘Brothers Adopted’ and ‘Brothers Lost’, but all of the AUs are amazing in their own right ^_^

I also want to give a special mention to @neonthewrite ’s Bowman of Wellwood, @keydekyie ’s The Moth and the Bear, and @bittykimmy13 ’s Christian and Gloria stories for being my G/T nostalgia bombs, the first two of which are now published! If you haven’t already, go check them out!

I’m sure there are many more writers who I’ve missed, so please add them in if you’d like! Huge thank you to you all for doing what you do! ^_^

#gianttiny #gtcommunity #g/t community #g/t writing #g/t author #author appreciation #the borrowers

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t3a-tan · 9 months

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That awkward moment when you're nicking borrowing a sugar cube only for a human to RUDELY slam a glass over you. No sugar in my tea I guess.

Basically a shitpost because I wanted to draw my persona

#g/t community #g/t #giant/tiny #borrowers #g/t art #persona #giant/tiny art #g/t artist #g/t author #g/t writer

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narrans · 3 months

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My Borrowed Son | 1 | That Day

It would’ve been the perfect day to rain. The divorce was finalized. The house and everything in it were divided up accordingly, but only two boxes of an entire life together had been cracked open. The rest were still taped and shoved in every free space available.

Seven years. It had only been seven years. Well… they don’t call it the seven year itch for nothing, but why did it have to be her?

Amanda Silverstein sat on the edge of the hard plastic bench just beside the playground in the neighborhood she moved into just one month ago.

The sun shone brightly on the metallic structure that made up the playground. The swings drifted back and forth in the light breeze that didn’t reach the clouds high above. It looked abandoned, but school was in session, so no kids were present yet.

In a perfect world, Amanda could have seen her children playing on a playground like this. The house her and her now ex-husband had was next to a lovely playground.

All of these hopes and dreams were now dry and fading like the link signature on the divorce papers sitting on her kitchen table.

They weren’t, however, dry like her eyes. Amanda hadn’t stopped the slow stream of leaking tears since she went on her walk. The warmth of the sun couldn’t penetrate the barrier of numb sorrow strangling her heart. Every moment, she wondered what she could’ve done differently. Could she have spoken softer? Was it the hours she worked? Her desire for kids? What chased him away? Or was it inevitable? Were there too many differences in the first place? Was there anything she could’ve done?

Amanda hung her head and laced her fingers through her hair by her scalp. Deep breath after deep breath, she was managing to keep herself from succumbing to the nausea plaguing her. Head throbbing, she leaned back and stared at the cloudless sky.

It was only now that she realized she wasn’t shuddering with every breath. She filled her lungs and exhaled the first calm breath she had taken in hours.

What was she going to do now? Work, obviously; but what else? The possibilities were endless, and the vastness was all consuming.

It was too much…

And…

Really…

What she was actually asking herself was what was she going to do without him.

Was it even worth it?

Chest clenching in the familiar aching throb, Amanda felt on the verge of another round of sobs when she heard something.

It was a soft sob, and it didn’t come from her. It was a sniffling sob that sounded close, but a quick glance around revealed no one.

Amanda composed herself and wiped her palm against her cheek, smearing what little makeup she placed on her eyes.

“Hello?” she called. The little sob was close, but no one was around her.

More importantly, the sob sounded like it was… under… the bench.

Amanda swallowed dryly and dared her curious side to peer under the bench as she heard another impossibly soft cry. There was no way something was there, right?

She pulled her skirt to the side and looked, heart skipping every other beat in her chest as she did.

Naturally, nothing seemed to be under there… at first.

Then, after a moment of staring intensely and unblinking at the same spot while allowing her eyes to unfocus, she saw some of the tall blades of grass twitch. Amanda held her breath. Did she just see that?

She focused on the same spot and, once again, saw the tall blades of grass twitch and something pull closer to the pole. Mortified, Amanda pulled her whole body up onto the bench, fearing it might be an injured creature like a mouse.

But… how could it be a mouse? It was a light sandy brown and was too round for a mouse.

Perhaps it was one of those crying dolls that a child lost earlier on the playground?

Amanda dared herself again to peer over the edge and, with the utmost care, pulled the blades of grass out of her field of vision.

Almost instantly stunned, she found herself locking eyes with the smallest boy she had ever seen in her life. Soft brown eyes and gaunt features, a boy no bigger than Amanda’s thumb was huddled next to the metallic part of the pole that supported the bench.

Upon seeing Amanda, the child scurried away to the other side of the pole, peering out only a little to reveal his fear filled eyes.

Amanda felt like she was about to faint. Stunned beyond words didn’t cover the rush of emotions she experienced. Completely flabbergasted, Amanda could only stare at the boy, jaw slack with surprise.

Was he real?

Was he a hallucination?

Was this some kind of manifested stress creature because of everything she was going through recently?

She found herself muttering, “Hey there,” before she could stop herself. The boy, who looked thin and filthy, whimpered, and retreated back behind the pole once again, and he didn’t reappear despite Amanda being able to hear him.

Amanda’s anxiety from her own predicament was immediately replaced by questions and concern about this child.

Was he alone?

Was he real?

Where were his parents?

He looked human enough, but he couldn’t be human if he were that small, right?

What should she do? Should she call the police? Or was he more like an animal and, if she touched him, he would be rejected by his family.

What should she do?

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welcometomylittlelife · 5 days

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Dream Journal

April 26

Weird dream last night. Well... more like a nightmare.

Anyone ever have a dream that feels so real it's like it's actually happening? Like, you think you get your arm cut and when you wake up you check to see if your arm was actually hurt but it wasn't?

I hope this makes some kind of sense anyway.

I had this weird dream that I was really young and was running. I couldn't breathe very well and everything was all blurry. There were these weird shadows all around, like an eclipse, but everything was MASSIVE. Like, everything was hundreds of times bigger than what it usually is.

Anyway, the dream blacks out and then it's completely dark. There are flashes of light here and there and I'm in some kind of boat. Rain is pouring down. I was with some kind of group but, when I turned around, all I could see was them being swept away by the rain. Last thing that happened was that I saw a shadow that dragged me away.

I usually don't get spooked by dreams, but this one had me startled awake. This is probably TMI, but I basically woke up in a puddle of sweat.

Anyway, what were your dreams last night? I could use some positive dreams and good vibes today.

Thanks and welcome to my little life!

So long! Parker

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