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G/t Story Starters ❤️
1. “OW- You know us tinies are very fragile!”
2. “Wait- you want me to call you little one?”
3. “Eat you?!! Are you kidding me? God I hate those giant stereotypes…”
4. “WHEEEEE- Catch me!!!!”
5. “I’m sorry- I didn’t see you there little guy.”
6. “LET GO OF ME YOU FOUL BEAST-“
7. “When I said pick me up from work- THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT-“
8. “I pray you have car insurance because uh… I might’ve sorta stepped on your car…. Heh…”
9. “Why are you dressed as a chess piece- I told you- human chess is dangerous!”
10. “No don’t cut me a smaller slice! I want the same portion you have!”
#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t idea#g/t concept#g/t scenario#g/t fluff#size difference#tinies#g/t writing
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I've been reading this old GT book from like 1947, and I've developed severe "borrowers are the descendents of kidnapped lilliputians from Gullivers travels" brain rot
#it's such a good concept#technically i already thought of it in jen and Gabby#but damn#im really into it now#the book im reading isn't even about the concept of borrowers in particular#just the descendents of lilliputians living on the mainland#imagine borrowers thay live in human houses and steal stuff to survive meeting lilliputians that farm and build tiny houses for themselves#normal tags now#g/t#gt community#g/t community#giant/tiny#sfw g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#borrowers#lilliputians#gulliver#gullivers travels#giant tiny fluff#tinies#gt prompts#giant tiny concept
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A Match Beyond Measure Pt 2
(Name may be subject to change)
“Y-you… You’re the only one outside?”
“Far as I can tell, yeah.”
“Outside the Grounds and Sounds cafe?”
She waited with baited breath for his answer, that last damning piece of evidence, “Yeah, looks like it. Are you sure you’re alright?”
No, no she was not alright. She was anything but alright! The person outside was Garret, the giant outside was Garret! This whole time she had been talking with a giant! The giant outside was waiting for her!
Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she sat there curled up on the floor. What was she supposed to do? Out of all the things that could have gone wrong!
“Uh hey, you still there?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice, this time knowing the owner was looming right outside the door. Did he know? Did he know she was human? He couldn’t have. He sure acted like he was expecting someone… someone more like him.
What should she say? Did she really want to let him know? What would happen then? She shivered as hundreds of scenarios entered her mind all at once, all of which horrified her. But she had to say something! If she didn’t he’d remain standing out there and get more and more suspicious.
“Garret” she muttered, “I’m a…. The cafe you're standing in front of, that’s the cafe I work at.”
Silence on the other end.
“Wait what?” Cecilia couldn’t think of anything else to say, she was… she was-
Suddenly, the ground jerked so violently it catapulted Cecilia from her seat with a yelp. She caught herself before she could smack her head on the floor, releasing a shaky breath as everything went still. Her phone had been knocked out of her hand and was now lying on the floor, cracked. She grabbed it before rolling over and backpedaling back to her spot pressed up against the cabinets. After a few seconds of more silence, she slowly straightened her legs and pushed herself up, turning around as she did so.
Her heart nearly stopped. Outside, practically taking up the entire glass wall, was a face. A face turned sideways trying to peer in with two blue eyes the size of dinner plates. A massive hand was holding something that looked like a phone the size of a car against the side of his face. Garret’s face.
His eyes widened when they fell upon her. Cecilia watched his mouth fall open in shock, revealing massive teeth that she couldn’t help but imagine morphing into sharp fangs.
Just as soon as she had stood, she fell back to the ground, trembling, “Wait!” the shout reverberated through the walls. She snapped her eyes shut, clasping her hands over her ears. Just go away, her fingers clawing into her head and grabbing bits of her curly red hair, “Wait come back!”
She winced, squeezing her eyes even more shut. Just go away! She pleaded.
“Cecilia?”
Everything seemed to freeze once again. Her name rang in her ears. Garret’s voice rang in her ears, only not the thunderous one she’d heard moments ago, but the one she had gotten to know. Slowly, she let her hands slide off her face and into her lap, still shaking.
That had reminded her that this… this was Garret.
What difference does that make?! One side of her screamed, get out of here now!
She glanced to the door leading to the back and the back exit. If she was quick about it, she could slip out and run for it. But…. she looked at her phone, laying on the floor next to her. She couldn’t just do that, giant or not, he at least deserved an explanation.
But what if he got angry? She felt herself cringe at the thought of those huge features twisting into a visage of rage.
She hit herself, shaking her head. Stop it! Stop thinking like that! If you are anything close to a decent human being you will say something!
Her phone felt ten times as heavy as she picked it up and lifted it up to her ear.
“G-Garret?” she managed to mumble.
“Hey” his voice responded sheepishly, “Didn’t mean to scare you there, heh. This is just a little unexpected”
Cecilia let out a mumble of agreement.
“But uh hey, I could stop blocking the door and you can come on out and-”
“No!”
Cecilia slapped a hand over her mouth, looking down horrified.
There was an audible pause on the other end, “Is something wrong?”
How is he being so cool about all of this?!
“I uh….” she racked her brains for what to say, “It’s uh…”
“It’s not what?”
“It’s not your fault.” she blurted out.
Garret fell silent. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad.
“What’s not my fault?”
“That I’m… that I’m-”
“I’m going to stop you right there” Cecilia went still, “I know this isn’t what you were expecting or what we had planned, but hey, I haven’t much experience being around humans but have always sort of wanted to”
Can’t say I feel the same way.
“There’s a restaurant a couple miles from here that’s got some of the best burgers I’ve ever had. If you want we could go and hit it up.”
She cringed, clearly he had no idea what she had meant before, and now she felt like she had dug herself into a deeper hole. Her lips were dry as she tried to come up with the right words, “T-the thing is, I’m…. not really….” She knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. What if he got offended? That was the last thing she wanted to do, for more selfish reasons if she was being honest.
“I don’t mean to be rude or anything, I just…. Your…. Your-” Just spit it out dammit! “Your kind make me feel uneasy”
Uneasy seemed like the most harmless word to use, but it didn’t at all really describe how she felt at all. She didn’t really even want to think of the words to properly describe it in case it just made those feelings worse.
“Uneasy?” Garret still sounded confused. Sheesh, he really hadn’t spent much time around humans. Uneasiness was said to be quite common in many folks when first interacting with the other kind, though they seemed to always get over it quite fast. Not Cecilia though, for some stupid ass reason that she didn’t know.
“I-I haven;t much experience around…. your kind either.”
“Well like I said, neither have I. It would be a fun first for both of us.”
Fun?!
She wasn’t sure what to say without the possibility of offending him. None of her words had really landed and he still seemed to have no idea what she was getting at. The hallway leading to the back and by extension, the backdoor was starting to look really appealing.
If she was careful… if she was quiet…. Her bike was chained up to a pipe right out back. If she could make it out there without being seen, she’d be out of this mess. She’d be able to ride back to her apartment, explain herself to him over text instead of…. Instead of… right now and…. Right here.
Pocketing her phone, which was still on the line, she unfolded her legs and began to crawl towards the back. A couple of cups and bottles of flavoring had fallen and shattered to the floor, she maneuvered past them so as not to get sliced in the knee and cry out. When she made it to the back hallway, she pressed herself against the wall. She stiffened when she felt her phone vibrate and the vague sound of Garret’s voice. Ignoring it, she continued to crawl the length of the hallway, the backdoor always in front of her, teasing her.
After what felt like an eternity of slinking along the tiled floor, her nose was inches away from the door. She looked over her shoulder before standing up and fumbling with the door knob. The creaky old door seemed louder than ever as it hinges squealed. She cringed, pushing it all the way open and stepping out. Her bike was on the left, chipped blue paint looking more beautiful than ever before.
She scrambled over to it, grabbing the bike lock and frantically clicked in the code. The lock snapped open and she didn’t hesitate to pull it away from the building and mount it. She began to pedal, her eyes fixated on the thin alley across the street that she had always used as a shortcut to her complex.
Suddenly, she heard movement. The rustle of fabric and a low grunt right before a growing shadow appeared feet in front of her. She had but a millisecond to turn her bike harshly to the left before something bigger than a decent sized car crashed down in front of her, the impact throwing her off her bike and sending her skidding across the pavement. The ground rocked once more before everything stilled.
Cecilia groaned, her elbows and calves burning from being dragged across the ground.
“Shit!” she froze as that same deep voice rumbled from far above her. She didn’t want to look up, but her body at that moment seemed to be on autopilot as her neck strained to look upwards.
Her eyes widened, a mountain of mass stood before her, reaching at least forty meters in height. Her mouth went completely dry when her eyes met with two familiar blue eyes, staring down at her.
She quickly looked back down, only to be met with the sight of those massive shoes only about two feet away from her.
“You alright?” Cecilia flinched at the voice, “That looked pretty rough.”
“I….I…” her lips quivered.
“Why’d you come out this door? I could have moved out of-'' he paused, Cecilia tentatively looked back up to see the eyes of the giant before her narrow. “You cold or somethin’? You’re uh…” he chuckled, “You’re shaking.”
To her horror, the enormous body before her started to get closer, beading down and taking up more of her vision if that was even possible. Her arms shot out in front of her, instinctively shielding herself. The movement around her stopped. She looked up to see Garret straighten back up, his eyes wide before something seemed to click in his brain.
“Is it me?”
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Sweet Nothings
What can a giant's promises be but empty when they are given after having stolen the tiny away from her home?
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"Shhhh, shhhh, you're alright," came the rumbling croon, a gentle yet still overwhelming pressure brushing softly against her fragile back.
She buried her face further into her knees, arms wrapped tight around her calves and fingers digging crescent's into the meat of her thighs. It did little to mitigate her trembling.
"I'll take care of you," the voice soothed, once more stroking along her shivering spine.
A single set of tears spilled past her cheeks, dampening the threadbare cloth of her pants. She desperately withheld a whimper, clamping her lips tight as her chin quivered and her throat strained.
Her attempts did not matter; her captor noticed anyway. "Don't cry," he whispered, cupping her further between his undeniably monstrously-sized palms.
She squeezed her eyes shut, huddling more tightly in on herself and flinching as the soft touch against her back returned.
"You'll be happier, with me," her kidnapper murmured, and she could not tell if the words were more for her or for himself. Either version would not make the supplication any less of a lie.
Her chest heaved and stuttered with her aborted breaths, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to stave off the worst of it.
The giant shushed her again, oh-so-comfortingly, sweetly, promising, "I shall give you whatever your heart so desires." His fingertip brushed gently against the back of her delicate neck, and she flinched at the touch. The attempt to soothe felt like nothing but a threat, an emphasis on the disparity between their sizes. His promises were worth less than that. How could they be more when she knew them to be so bitterly, laughably, untrue? For she knew he would never free her, and that was the only wish her tremulous heart so covetously, now cruelly, desired.
"Nobody will ever hurt you again," he lovingly crooned, gently stroking her trembling sides with a finger as long as she was tall. It was a bastardization of comfort for her, an unwanted touch.
If only she was brave enough to answer his words. To reason that her life had not been made of just hurt, and even the hurt had been proof that she had been living - had been alive. What was human nature, but for a struggle in life to achieve their self-destined goals? And so she had struggled, perhaps more than most - certainly more than many - but it had not meant that she ever, ever wished to be taken away from it all. From her life, from her people, from her home.
If she had the courage, she would rise to her feet and glare up to her captor, this leviathan monster disguised as man. She would jab a finger up to him and shout and rage that he was hurting her, far deeper than most, as this pain went to her very soul instead of only skin deep.
What did it matter if he outwardly treated her gently - if even his capture of her had left her with nary a bruise - if his very actions in and of themselves rent her heart to shattered pieces.
It did not matter, and it never would. She would never trust this giant and his sweet nothings, his gentle touches, for he had made it clear from the very beginning that he saw her as something lesser than.
To him, she was nothing but a doll, one to be picked up - to be 'rescued' - from the dirt and carried away, heedless to her protests, to her autonomy or to her desires.
No, she would not fall for his sweet nothings, for his entreaties, for his meaningless platitudes. Not for this giant who had stolen her away from her life as if it had meant nothing. She could never forgive such an irreparable, callous cruelty.
And as she curled up tightly in his cupped palm, feeling his thunderous heartbeat through the bare soles of her dirt-stained feet... she dully wondered if her forgiveness would even mean anything to him at all.
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;( kjsjhf BIG sad, mah bad. Highkeeeey wanted to make it so the giant does have a legit reason? Or at least thought he did bc of some misunderstanding or smthn - but for now, here's some more unresolved angst! :D
but fr this was uhh a lil (a lot) depressing ngl, but uhhh ye hopefully you liked?? :DDDD *sweats*
#g/t#g/t community#giant tiny#giant/tiny#gt writing#g/t angst#unintentional fearplay#sweet nothing#tw kidnapping#g/t writing#depresso espresso#angst
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My Borrowed Son | 16 | Friends and Curiosities
Chapter Sixteen | Friends and Curiosities
Parker couldn’t believe it. Within such a short amount of time, he suddenly had a dozen followers and friends on his page.
Sure, he didn’t know them personally, but everyone was welcoming and polite – two things he was eager to report to his mom when she expressed concern. The miniscule boy also made sure his mom knew he was being safe, not giving out too much personal information, and that the topic of his condition hadn’t even been brought up.
One person commented on his profile picture being interesting, which was a picture of Parker standing in front of his computer screen, but he just explained it was a background and that he wanted to showcase the platform he was publishing on. Karl was the kid’s name, and evidently he and Parker were the same age.
All in all, Parker was pleased with his interactions and the people he was meeting. Lots of them had advice and things for him to check out, and he liked all of the things he was seeing.
There were sketches of space and vast mountains as well as the everyday interactions. There were hundreds of stories from writers just like him.
It felt nice. It felt like some kind of community with people supporting and helping one another. A sense of satisfaction filled the young teen every time he checked his notifications and saw he was getting the chance to meet someone new.
“Just look here, mom,” said Parker eagerly as he showed his mom the latest post he made. “It has almost fifteen likes!” He looked up into his mom’s features and saw her beaming with pride.
“That’s so great, Parker,” she complemented. “Are you going to post your latest story from Mr. Tamplin’s class?”
“I… think so. I don’t know yet though. It doesn’t feel done,” he replied, feeling his cheeks getting warm. The latest story he came up with for Mr. Tamplin’s class was a fiction fantasy story about a sprite named Tal’el. It essentially was his backstory for the Dungeons and Dragons campaign he and his friends started.
Basically, he was a small fairy-like person who was a poison master for his people until he decided he wanted to go out adventuring and exploring. The Dungeon Game Master said it was fine if he played a smaller character, thankfully not questioning why he would want to do such a thing and found a special class for him to play as.
The story actually won a young adult author award for his class and Parker had Mr. Tamplin to thank since it was he who tutored him through his writing slumps. He was now refining it for his literature class.
“Well, don’t be scared to post it sweetie. You’re such a great writer and can do whatever you set your mind to,” encouraged his mom. “Now before you get sucked into checking your notifications, finish your homework and get ready for bed. You have a long day tomorrow.”
“Yes, momma,” Parker replied, rolling his screen back into place in the main area. The structure walls rumbled as his mom closed the outside walls to his home. It was hard to believe it had been a whole month since he “moved in” to this new space.
Parker loved it, in a weird way.
Not to sound ungrateful, but having his own space to roam around, especially in a space that felt suited to him, made him feel just a little bit normal. He liked that he was usually at eye-level with his mom instead of having her loom over him. Just the thought made him shudder involuntarily, and he wasn’t sure why.
It made him feel guilty every time the sensation seized him.
But, now was not the time to dwell on that. It was time for bed.
Parker walked into his room and rummaged through his dresser to find his oversized space t-shirt and elastic band sleep shorts. Then, he went back to the computer and finished submitting his assignments. The words filled the page and Parker hoped that his paper on the evolution of technology was going to be good enough to get him the grade he needed.
Parker’s other assignments were a breeze. Math was simple enough and the biology project about documenting the growth of plants was going smoothly. It was his other project, his story for his literature course, that he was worried about. It was his same story that he was using for his channel, but it was more a mild fear of rejection and lack of perfection.
His online friends liked it, but would his teacher? His followers?
Parker sighed and leaned against the wall before slinking down further into the chair. His eyes focused on the blinking line in front of him as he stared at the end of the fifth chapter he had been editing. Something about this story felt particularly personal, but Parker remembered hearing once about how writers put more of themselves than they’re aware of when they’re making characters and stories.
Perhaps this was just part of that feeling?
The teen sighed and stretched when, suddenly, his lights flickered up above him.
Confusion injected itself into his mind as he stared at the wired lights on the ceiling. His eyes flicked over to the wall switch.
Perhaps just a fluke?
The notion was dismissed when the lights flickered two more times, all of his lights dimming and glowing systematically.
Something raised the hair on the back of Parker’s neck. He felt like he was on pins and needles, the anticipation of a drop while suspended in mid-air. Cautiously, the curious teen stood up and walked over to the switch, examining it closely.
It was still up and wasn’t jiggling or loose.
The lights flickered again.
It felt like he was in a spooky movie, of which Parker had only ever seen one in his life along with a couple of older “thrillers” like Alien and Jaws. Even those movies were censored because his mom didn’t want him to get too spooked.
Was there something wrong with the plug?
Parker glanced at the window at the back by the stairs and, just for a moment, he could have sworn he saw something.
It looked like the quick flick of a shadow.
It was quick and Parker wasn’t even sure if he knew what he saw. He did just step out of his room after all, and he had been staring at his computer screen, which he knew sometimes made shadows appear when there weren’t any.
He held deathly still, his entire body locking up like a perfect figurine. His body fell naturally into the position as he slowly crouched and laid his hand against the floor, as if he could detect any trembling or motion.
He didn’t get a chance to investigate for long though. Before he could make his way to the stairs in his crouched position, there was a knock on the table that made Parker nearly jump out of his skin.
“Parker? Are you going to bed soon?” Parker’s entire body shivered as he pushed himself upright and heaved in a few deep breaths. Every nerve in his body felt electrified. While his heart continued to thrum rapidly, he cleared his throat and called over his shoulder to his mom as the sides of the walls began to open.
“Y-y-yeah, mom. I’m ready for bed,” said Parker. He glanced up at the lights stayed on without the slightest hint of a flicker. The walls opened fully and, instantly, Parker saw his mom’s brow furrow quizzically.
“Everything okay? You look a bit pale,” she said. The maternal instinct in Amanda kicked in and she reached forward and pressed the tip of her finger against Parker’s forehead. He shied away from it, which was typical teenage behavior, but something else felt off about Parker that Amanda couldn’t quite place.
“Y-yeah. I’m fine. I just…” Parker stopped short. It felt like something physically squirmed in his mind, preventing him from saying something about the shadow and the lights. He shook the notion loose, confused as to why this instinct flared up in him, and proceeded with his thought. “I just saw the lights flicker and got spooked.”
“Oh?” Amanda replied as she glanced over and looked down at the power strip that fed electricity into Parker’s Place. Nothing looked off about it to her, but she still knelt and glanced around the ground.
Still nothing.
“Well,” she sighed as she stood and walked back over to the front of Parker’s tiny home. “I don’t see anything. It looks like it’s all plugged in, but we’ll check on it tomorrow. Okay? For now, it’s bedtime.”
“Yes, momma,” replied Parker as he walked up to the edge and accepted the kiss on his torso that his mom gave him. With that, Amanda smiled and watched as Parker curled under the blankets, forming an almost imperceptible lump in the bed. “Goodnight momma. I love you.”
“I love you too, Parker. Sweet dreams my love.” Amanda closed the walls and secured them tightly before tiptoeing out of the room and to her own room to turn in for the night.
Just in the other room, Parker laid there with his heart still fluttering nervously. Everything in him was still on edge, and the curiosity of what was going on with his lights was really bothering him. Parker enjoyed a good mystery or puzzle, but he generally liked ones he could solve.
This one wasn’t solved yet.
For what felt like a couple of hours, Parker tossed and turned in his bed as a mixture of homework assignments and curiosities about the power outlet swirled like a mist in his mind. The more the young teen thought, the more it annoyed him that he didn’t have the answers.
He had had enough.
Parker pushed himself up and decided to go and check out the source of the flickering lights. If it was a cable going bad or possibly the breaker being loose, he needed to get a new one as soon as possible. It would be terrible if he was in class and his power went out. His mom said they would do it in the morning, but Parker knew himself; and he knew he couldn’t sleep if he didn’t at least go and see it for himself.
He couldn’t afford to not check it out with his presentation tomorrow.
The teen stepped noiselessly through his house and exited the front door. As he walked around, he noticed a few things that just seemed, in a word, natural.
Sound was amplified. The darkness in the corners of the room seemed brighter. He could feel every tremble in the desk from his footsteps.
As he made it outside, a choice presented itself to him. For a moment, he considered going down the climbing line he installed himself on the backside of the desk.
But he knew if he slipped on the rope and got hurt, which he never did, his mom would make him take down the line.
He decided to risk it.
It was late. She was asleep. Parker was as sure footed as a goat and knew he would be fine all the way down. The temptation was also too great for the teen to resist. Plus, it would be a lot faster.
There was something about the experience that was, in a word, liberating. The free fall. The catch. The feel of the rope in between his fingers.
It felt natural.
The urge to climb and fall and hide never failed to fascinate parker. Whether it was something his condition genetically programmed him to do so or if it was some personality trait he possessed, he didn’t know.
What he did know was the sensation was addictive and he was itching for a good climb.
Parker snagged the line in between his fingers and leaned over the edge of the desk. There was a mild sense of vertigo that swelled inside him, but he loved it. The weightlessness seized him as he let himself slip over the edge, hands and feet firmly in place and secured on the line.
The line burned against the teen’s palms and against his legs as he quickly descended. It felt like something a secret agent would do, and it felt epic.
The moment Parker’s feet hit the ground, he felt himself instinctually look around and crouch low. Silently, he stepped across the planks of wood that constructed the floor and walked toward the power strip that was only a few feet away. The whole thing was four times Parker’s size, but he navigated through the wires with ease.
His hands worked quickly to check the buttons and reset panels, and the teen could find nothing wrong with any of it.
Perhaps something is up with the electrical cover in the wall? Parker wondered silently. He jumped over the stiff cord that led to the wall and approached the trim on the wall which had small notches in it, so he didn’t need to snag a ladder.
As he approached, Parker noticed something by the very base of the electrical cover that made his hair stand on end.
It was a drill bit.
Flat head.
It was a tad bit rusty, and Parker didn’t recognize it from his mom’s kit that she used to help construct his space. He approached and picked it up, realizing it wasn’t as heavy as he thought it would be. In his hands, it was about twice the size of the drill that his mom used, and he realized he could probably carry it around easy enough; but where did it come from?
I don’t think this is mom’s drill bit. How’d it get here?
Parker glanced up at the electrical cover and felt his heart skip a beat as he noticed the screw for the wall socket was protruding from the wall ever so slightly.
His entire body was shaking now, but he wasn’t sure why.
Had his mom messed with the electrical cover with some old tools that she forgot about?
It didn’t seem like her.
Parker stepped up on the trim, balancing precariously and using the cord to stabilize himself, as he pushed on the very bottom of the electrical cover.
With almost no effort, the piece wiggled free and the screw clattered to the ground. The end looked a lot shorter than the others. He knew because he helped his mom replace the covers a few weeks ago.
The young teen took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he dared to peek inside. Engulfing darkness belonging to the wall consumed his vision. There was something exciting and enticing about the darkness in front of him.
It felt, in a word, familiar.
But why?
Parker felt his head beginning to throb as his mind stirred some fragmented memory, but it was hazy and distant.
What really set the teen on edge, however, was when he dared to push himself up onto the ledge to peer better into the wall and noticed something else that made his insides fill with nervous energy.
There was something that looked like a pencil mark. Two lines with a triangle on top followed by a little check mark on the inside. To Parker, it looked like a kid’s drawing of a house with a check mark inside of it.
Was this something his mom did?
Or was this some kind of construction mark?
What was this?
What did it mean?
The teen stared at the marks and then back to the darkness of the wall. Just like the shadows of the room when he stepped out of his house, the looming abyss of those narrow spaces between the walls didn’t seem very dark. It almost seemed inviting.
There was something about that confined space between the drywall and the studs and exterior boards that made Parker feel like he was back in his space. It was familiar.
But why?
Parker hadn’t realized that he had been learning forward to the point where he was barely hanging onto the edge of the electrical cover and leaning into the walls. It took the sound of his foot skidding against the wood and nearly tumbling headfirst into the space in front of him.
Startled and shaken, Parker pulled himself back out of the entryway into the walls, forced the electrical cover back onto its perch, and hurried back to his room. He was in such a tizzy, the young teen didn’t even realize he had gone straight to the secured line he left and climbed up it in record time, ignoring the staircase mere feet away.
His little feet barely made noise as he scurried back to his room, securing the door and slipping under his covers without so much as a squeak.
Parker’s mind was racing. What was that he just saw? And what was that weird draw he had toward the walls?
Hopefully, his mom would have the answers.
First thing in the morning, he would ask her. She would make everything better, right?
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just thinking abt a tiny requesting a human to go to the beach and they find a tide pool so the tiny can hang out w a few starfish or riding the back of a sea snail on a rock. the tiny hurriedly calls up to the human when they discover the sea snail was actually a hermit crab 🐚
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You know what I wanna see??
Borrower stories where the human isn't just your everyday citizen.
Borrowers who realize they're living with a particularly dangerous psychopath, a spy, some mystical being they didn't realize existed, a mad scientist, ANYTHING.
I want the borower to feel like the normal being compared to whatever frick frack is going on with the human.
I want it to be incredibly weird when they meet.
Like both of them catching the other in the act of something they definitely weren't supposed to see. Both of them being utterly baffled by one another.
Forget the single sided "human realized borrowers exist"
I want a duel sided ball drop moment.
A killer caught in the act by a borrower-
An alien taking off their disguise and just hearing a tiny scream from under the furniture
A spy catching a tiny being rummaging through very confidential documents and immediately thinking this is some wildly advance spy tech
A scientist finding a tiny being staring in horror at the experiments locked up in their lab
A vampire getting caught drinking blood by a curiously tiny lil human
JWHFDLKAFHKL
Goodness- I need WEIRD borrower stories.
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Being loomed over. Receiving little flirty comments from someone a hundred times your size. Your difference in size and power is nearly indescribable - you can barely comprehend how large they must be even as you look at them. Their voice comes out as a low rumble, their body moving slower than normal due to the dilation of time caused by their size (or, perhaps, your size), and as their hand reaches down towards you impossibly slowly, you still cant escape it, in all of its vastness. A finger taller than you are poking you in the stomach and causing you to nearly topple over. The larger is on another plane of existence, in a way. But as they look down at you with such infatuation, regardless of your survival instinct telling you to run, your pounding heart, and your trembling form, you feel oddly safe. Its nice to be doted on a little. To be observed by eyes larger than your torso. To be treated gently by something that could crush you like a bug. To be loved by something beyond comprehension. Erm. Yeah.
#g/t#giant/tiny#sfw g/t#gt#giant tiny#g/t writing#i love giants i love tinies i love the dynamic so much eep#we do a little time dilation as a treat#big slow lumbering giants my beloved#giant: i could eat you rn#me: twirls hair and then what
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*Wears this to my own weddding*
#gt#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t talk#g/t community#sfw g/t#g/t shitpost#g/t fluff#g/t related#g/t meme#g/t writing#g/t scenario
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Too many ‘normal’ people in g/t stories I think.
Give me a germaphobe human that loses their mind finding out a borrower has committed the ultimate sin (walked on their counter)
Give me deaf borrower who thinks their being quiet while borrowing, and the human just plays along, pretending they don’t hear all the noise they’re making
Give me autistic giant who holds a human captive simply so they have someone to infodump to
Give me human with visual and auditory hallucinations that just thinks the little guy they’ve seen running around their house is a hallucination
This isn’t even mostly about representation, I just think applying these to the g/t dynamic makes an even more interesting dynamic
#g/t#gt community#g/t scenario#g/t story#g/t writing#giant/tiny#gt#g/t community#g/t concept#g/t prompt#g/t idea
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GUYS MY FRIEND IS ONTO ME- WHAT DO I DO
#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t idea#g/t concept#g/t scenario#g/t fluff#size difference#tinies#g/t writing
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giants in fantasy worlds. except they're not stereotypical and brutish but like normal everyday people. academics, sculptors, librarians. you name it.
gimme a giant who carves the most intricate tools out of entire trees please. or one who chisels boulders the size of houses into beautiful statues! a giant with the largest collection of books and literature in the kingdom that gets so excited to share it whenever a human passes by. giants who study the magical properties of the world and write boring-ass research papers about them, alternatively spending their time debating philosophy with human scholars.
or give me a giant who's a bit of a brute, but a damn kind and gentle soul too! one who's powerful and not afraid to fight, but also caring of the humans around them. so many depictions of giants in fantasy media make them gross and brainless, i swear. gimme one who showers every day!!
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Borrower AU (welcome Home Au)
AU is Created by @cloudy-dreams. a human being transferred to the neighborhood, with a noticeable difference in their appearance, is that they’re small. I had a giant brain rot for this Au. Check out more of @cloudy-dreams Au Here.
Here is my Idea of Borrower Y/n. I like to imagine this little borrower being a bit more adventurous and even a bit... Rebellious. Cause according to Cloudy-dreams, Wally absolutely not letting Y/N leave home.
So This little borrower does everything in their power to escape home. And they Did.
Only cause Home, one day took pity on the 5 to 6-inch tall neighbor. Home gave them a 10-minute head start while they kept Wally inside.
Y/n used this time to explore. Bully Eddie with their intimidating small frame, and tried to haggle prices with Howdy.
#borrowers#g/t art#g/t writing#sfw g/t#g/t prompts#g/t community#sizetumblr#size tumblr#welcome home fanwork#welcome home fandom#welcome home arg#borrower au#ditigal art#my art#art#eddie dear#welcome home eddie#howdy pillar#welcome home howdy#welcome home#wally darling x y/n#wally darling#wally darling au#wally darling x reader
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G/t thought
Yeah, yeah, I love all the fluff and all the borrower/human and human/giant friendly stories and all the disappearing fear and friendship building, but… sometimes I need some angst. Some trauma. Some realistic fear. A borrower who has witnessed a human hurting/killing another borrower will not trust the human easily. Maybe the human/giant does something out of order when their angry. Or maybe they're just evil and don't care how they make the tiny feel. Hell, maybe they even like it when they're scared.
I live for some good angst.
#g/t#giant/tiny#gt related#giant tiny#gt community#g/t concept#g/t writing#gt#g/t related#g/t angst#g/t scenario#gianttiny#giant#g/t community#g/t fearplay#g/t idea
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imagine waking up...
imagine waking up next to a giant.
your eyes flutter open and your breath immedietly catches with awe. the person beside you takes up nearly your whole vision, and you're only taking in their torso. the slopes of their immense shoulders so far above you, the overwhelming length of their legs out of sight as they're tucked underneath you. they're almost too much to take in all at once.
the shape of their sleeping form seems to be a crescent, like they've cocooned themselves around you. the soft breaths they take in and out wash over you, the rise and fall of their chest so pronounced in front of you. you're hyperaware how the mattress just slightly receeds under them as they exhale. even sleeping, they're so much. despite this, you've never felt so safe. you feel shielded from the world beyond their form, protected.
their hand is gently draped over you, a comfortable pressure that provides such comfort. they asked, while you both were falling into a pleasant sleep, if they might hold you. the fact they take such care when you emody so little of them warms your heart. you place your own over their thumb in front of you. your palm covers so little, and yet you find no discomfort in this. the person in front and over and around you stirs, just slightly- letting out a content little breath. the sound, although just a small exhale for them, fills your mind.
•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•
imagine waking up next to a tiny
your eyes flutter open and your breath immedietly catches with awe. the person beside you is tucked so neatly beneath your hand, which you placed over them ever so gently as you both began to drift to sleep. you broke the comfortable silence to ask in a mere whisper, as not to startle them, if this would be alright. now, in the early morning light they doze under you.
you can only see their little torso poking out from your hand. their little shoulders can't take up more than an inch or two. you can barely make out their chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm against the mattress, the sound of their breaths imperceptable. they are so small, and yet they they're sleeping so soundly against you. you can't help but feel protective for them, you want to shield them against the world that's so much larger to them than it is for you.
you can't scarcely believe how much this person has placed their trust in you, when you must be so much to them. not wanting to disturb their slumber, you gently brush their shoulder with your thumb. even your thumb covers so much of them, yet you find no discomfort in this. they stir ever slightly, their shoulders raising ever slightly against your diget. you can barely make out a content little breath they let out. despite being nearly imperceptable, the sound rings out like a bell to you.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
#g/t#g/t community#sfw g/t#giant/tiny#g/t writing#g/t prompts#g/t scenario#now the question is who would you want to be hehe#let me know!!#brain worms kinda went wild on this one
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me: I'm a demanding reader, only a very complex plot and characters are capable of get through me emotionally
writer: and then the borrower started to slowly fall in love with the human they once feared
me: sobs omg the borrower started to slowly fall in love with the human they once feared
#g/t#giant/tiny#size difference#g/t community#g/t writing#it gets me every. single. time#i wont ever be tired of this trope
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