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[ittybluebell]

꧁༺Blue's Garden ༻꧂

welcome to my garden - a complete guide of my growing creative works, all g/t! i don't do vore and i don't post nsfw (not on tumblr, anyway) (*eyebrow wiggle*)

i'm all about that fluff and angst, baybee!!

creative priority is basically whichever concept/fic i am more interested in at that moment, as i am riddled with attention deficiency and don't know how to effectively juggle projects

I have a Ko-fi!! I will draw for money :3

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

AO3 FICS:

Itty Bitty Brains, an iZombie G/T fic about a borrower named Atom who moves into the morgue. He becomes besties-maybe-more with Ravi while navigating the difficulties of being tiny in a giant, undead world. Fluff and angst! With drama and a slow burn romance on the side.

Nine, a Sense8 G/T fic about a borrower named Clover who is part of the main cluster and the sensates experience the world in a way that is completely new and fascinating to all of them. Drama with a serving of wacky perspective shenanigans, hurt/comfort, and found family.

Roommate, a Daredevil G/T fic that focuses on Finch - a borrower who moved into Matt's apartment - and Matt trying to coexist and all the trials and tribulations that follow. Hesitant roommates become tentative friends as Finch pretends they don't give a damn about a human and Matt's desire to protect who he can slowly turns him into a mother hen. Angst, dry humour, reluctant (platonic) bonding, and some trauma sprinkled on top.

Little Devil, a Lucifer (TV) G/T fic centred on Lex, a lone tween borrower who, unfortunately, becomes the Devil's newest interest when he catches her. Despite Lucifer's general dislike of children and complete disregard of boundaries, Lex latches on to the only adult in her life and Lucifer is bamboozled into the role of an unwitting father figure for a girl that is smaller than his hand. Found family/accidental baby acquisition. Lucifer is Lucifer, in which he grows as a person thanks to the people around him; expect lots of drama and feelings.

A Little Mouse Told Me..., a G/T fic set in the TV show, The Boys. Whisk is a borrower that gets captured by Billy Butcher, who believes this tiny person can be nothing else but a Supe sent to spy on them. Butcher threatens Whisk and intends to do much worse until his team realizes something isn't right here. A LOT of angst and coarse language, but also threats of violence and physical harm; the comfort sprinkled on top is merely a band-aid.

The Wolf and the Songbird, a Marvel (specifically, TFATWS) G/T fic starring Sam Wilson, who has been shrunk by Pym Particles and falls into the care of Bucky Barnes. A slow burn reluctant friends-to-lovers that focuses on size dynamics, trust, and learning to be vulnerable with each other way more than the romance.

Here is the older draft with a LOT more content (9 chapters, 28k words) that also features Zemo being a meddling bastard.

TUMBLR FICS:

Itty Bitty Brains || latest chapter (3) || chapter 4 snippet

Roommate || latest chapter (3) || in the cupboard (Matt's pov) || the last straw || what is the horned figure? || long-ass post about Matt feeling protective of Finch || stuck in the glue trap

A Little Mouse Told Me... || snippets from chapter 1

Little Devil

The Wolf and the Songbird

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐀𝐫𝐭 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Itty Bitty Brains: Atom (old) || Atom, meet glass cup || doctor's little confidants (old) || Cav

Roommate: Goldfinch || terms and conditions (meeting with matt murdock)

Hazbin Hotel: Batsy (oc) sketches (Batsy sketches the squeakuel) || Catch Her in the Rye

Little Devil: Lex got yoinked oh nooo

A Little Mouse Told Me...: Billy Butcher bags a borrower

[ittybluebell]

i was drawing something iron lung x phm related and i made this wonderful, proportionate arm for simon in the perfect pose... and then i Remembered.

damn. i gotta chop this guy's arm off again

[ittybluebell]

the arm is going on another layer. simon may not be attached to it anymore, but i am

[ittybluebell]

i was drawing something iron lung x phm related and i made this wonderful, proportionate arm for simon in the perfect pose... and then i Remembered.

damn. i gotta chop this guy's arm off again

[officiallygoblin]

*Wears this to my own weddding*

[motherblackcap]

I heard it was that time of year again.

[mycabbagesmycabs]

clicking Mark’s new video and him ending it with “I can finally escape the blood ocean and curl up into Ryan Gosling’s arms” made me put my head into my hands.

It makes me feel like this

[i-am-a-fish]

please do not look up to me. I am 1 inch tall. I'm down here. if you look up you won't see me

[fae-of-the-forest01]

I just finished watching Candy Cane Lane on Prime and guyssss theres so much g/t content with the ordiment people!! They're in it a lot and there's a lot of good perspectives, and a pocket ride. It's so cute! And it's a cute silly christmas movie in general!

I'm not good at making gifs but here's some I found.

[ittybluebell]

Ugh I need more Frenchie being a sweetheart to borrowers !!!! Love the way you write them

aw, shucks! thanks :3 i need more of that, too!

[ittybluebell]

hmmmm. i'm cooking something up here...

i'm obsessed with Project Hail Mary lately, and my lifelong obsession with The Borrowers and g/t in general is giving me Ideaaass

i'm thinking... borrowers living in grover cleveland middle school. a few families with kids - five kids, to be specific (i've already planned them out) - who are utterly fascinated by ryland grace's lessons. these kids sit in the walls or ceiling, looking through the vents and learning all sorts of things that borrowers typically never even hear about. their parents know, of course, and tell them to be so careful - especially around that science teacher

then... one of those borrower kids gets caught. it's an accident; they didn't mean to fall. over the years, that spot in the ceiling had built up water damage until the fateful moment when-!

Grace walks in, juggling papers and not noticing at first - until he looks up. There is a tiny child clinging to the model he made of the sun. They could fall! It's just string and paper, not meant to hold any weight! Grace scrambles to get a chair and he steps up, trying to reassure this terrified kid tinier than his hand as he rescues them like a kitten in a tree and quickly sets them on his desk. He's in shock. He's in awe! A teeny little person, real and breathing and-!

But they're just a kid; they're scared. He takes a seat.

"You're not one of my students," he says, peering down his nose and over the rim of his glasses. "Are you?"

The kid is speechless. Grace looks at the ceiling again - at the little hole in the tile behind the projector. He makes a comment about getting that fixed. Then, he says, "What were you doing all the way up there? You can't live on the sun, don't you know?"

Unable to help herself, the kid blurts, "I know that! I was waiting. I didn't mean to fall."

Grace asks, "Waiting for what?"

The kid grows shy, mumbling her answer as she scuffs a shoe on the desk.

Grace didn't hear her; he asks her to repeat herself, cupping a hand around his ear. 

"For you!" she shouts, cheeks cherry tomato red.

"For me? Wha- why would you-" Grace pauses. He blinks a couple times. "Unless... you are one of my students, and I just didn't know it. Is that right?"

Meekly, the teeny kid nods.

Before he can ask anything else, the bell rings.

aaand that's all for now :P gotta save some for later!! currently, it's just some rough scene drafts (i write *officially* in past tense) and a bit of character blurbs. but i like this idea! gentle giant grace with some borrower kiddos!! it's the perfect amount of wholesome.

our five kids in the roster are:

Autumn (15), the most responsible and most aware of the danger humans pose (that doesn't stop her from enjoying their lessons).

Brook and Clay (13), twins and - of course - troublemakers; Brook finds school boring while Clay is her stark opposite (he's a space nerd).

Dewey (12), Autumn's anxious younger brother who loves everything dinosaurs - and reading in general.

And Eden (9), our Patient 0 for being discovered; she is the least scared of humans and the baby of the group. She sneaks off on her own far too often.

i literally made a list going A, B, C, D, and E and then came up with fitting borrower names lmao. they're all named after something you would feasibly find or know of in a school setting. brook and clay were going to be brook and creek, but i didn't like how creek sounded as a name (i made up an inside-joke that brook's parents were going to call her 'brick' but changed their minds; clay teases her about it)

it took me forever to find a name for eden. she was gonna be eve - short for 'evening', specifically - but that was too close to eva, whose name is already an allusion to eve, the scapegoat, soooo (edit: i finally watched Iron Lung. i unknowingly made a bloodymary reference with 'eden')

[little-paperhat]

Lowell to the rescue!

<< <back . >

[ittybluebell]

omg. i can't believe it - we finally have an AO3 tag!! 'Giant/Tiny Relationships'!! this is not a drill, people! i went and tagged all my (relevant) fics with it

[beyondthereeds]

My finished borrower house designs for class!

[gt-zel]

It’s so good OH MY GOSH ITS SO PRETTY AHWHDUEBEJWH THE GLOW IN THE DARK STAR!??! GENIUS!! Oh my gosh this is like the best design for a borrower home ever!!! I want to live there

[ittybluebell]

Excerpt from my slow burn SamBucky fic!

The Wolf & the Songbird, Chapter 2

CONTEXT: Sam got shot with a shrinking dart full of Pym Particles during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and Bucky has to keep him safe. Right now, they need to make it to the airport to go consult Zemo. There's just one problem... a few, actually.

- - -

In order to reach the closest shop that sold helmets, they had to take the motorcycle. The dilemma was obvious, and Sam refused to sit in such an open, hazardous space.

"What if I drive real slow?" Bucky hedged. "There's gonna be traffic, anyway."

Sam acquiesced - only under those conditions. A fall from this height was fatal on its own; Sam didn't enjoy envisioning how a fall while hurtling down the road at sixty miles-per-hour would end. Sam was tempted to ask Bucky to go switch jackets. What was wrong with the leather one? It worked just fine! Sure, the pockets were more spacious, which left room for even worse bouncing around, but then Sam wouldn't be crammed so close to Bucky's chest...

Y'know, maybe it wasn't so bad.

The motorcycle revved to life and Sam slammed his hands over his ears. How could Bucky stand that without a helmet? And with enhanced senses? Jesus.

Bucky rolled his bike out of the parking garage. Honking and idling engines that had been a distant echo became cavernous applause. Sam endured.

"Wait," Sam hollered, impossibly pitching his voice over the noise, "isn't it illegal to drive without a helmet?"

Bucky took off without a word. Sam knew for a fact Bucky was ignoring him.

Sam put all his focus toward holding on. Bucky grew up here, right? How much could a city change in... shit, eighty years? A lot. But it was fine! Presumably, Bucky knew all the backstreets and alleys. Plus, Bucky said the shop wasn't too far; Sam taught him well in digital navigation.

The bike lurched over a manhole cover. Sam held on tighter.

It might've been five minutes, it might've been half-an-hour. When Bucky finally pulled his bike into a parking space, Sam's ears were blessed to be rid of its roar. He couldn't hold on and protect his hearing.

Bucky marched into the store and b-lined for his goal. He purchased a helmet without preamble and walked out the door. Bucky kept walking, farther than Sam remembered the bike being.

Bucky stopped. "We're alone," he said. "Get in."

What a gentleman.

"Damn, not even gonna buy me dinner first?" Sam teased while he pulled himself upright.

Bucky stated, "I made breakfast."

-Skipped some stuff, but you can read the whole thing!!-

Bucky flipped the helmet and eased it over his head. Padded walls came down, and the helmet's confining fit forced Sam to squeeze right up against Bucky's neck. Reacting to Sam's presence, Bucky twitched his head. Muscles in his neck spasmed against Sam's side. This was so much more intimate than either of them signed up for. This was worse than the goddamn interlocked thighs exercise.

"Don't tell me you're ticklish, man," Sam pleaded. God, Bucky was so warm. It was like standing next to a furnace.

"Just- feels weird," Bucky rumbled. The power of his voice buzzed through Sam, sending vibrations straight into his bones. Bucky's larynx hummed like a strummed guitar through his skin, and Sam felt every note. The helmet only amplified it. Bucky said, "Keep the wiggling to a minimum, alright?"

Sam shuddered. The sensation was comparable to hugging a giant subwoofer. "Hey, no guarantees."

Bucky returned to his motorcycle. Its growl was muffled, for which Sam would've sank to his knees in thanks if he was in any position to do so. As he was, Sam half-stood, half-leaned against Bucky's neck and tried not to think about the visceral throbbing of blood through Bucky's arteries - a feeling that was unbelievably surreal. If Sam stretched, he could see out of the bottom of the helmet and watch Bucky steer. Sam opted to close his eyes. The thing smelled like a new car, so he pretended it was. He was just going for a ride with a buddy. A buddy that was so close, Sam could measure his pulse. A buddy whom Sam slept beside and awoke within touching distance.

"I'm on a nice, sunny beach," Sam said to himself, trying to banish all other thoughts. "Clear skies. Warm air. Sipping on a fancy cocktail."

"Sounds like a date," Bucky lumbered.

Sam's face was warm. He blamed it on the living furnace. "I make it out of this alive and Sam-sized again, we're taking a vacation. I need a couple beers and a lawn chair bad, man."

"I'll clear my calendar."

Sam piped down for the rest of the ride. Mostly, so he didn't have to feel that again if Bucky answered him. Partly, because Sam didn't know how to respond to what might have been an invitation to hang out - and definitely wasn't a date.

The plane was ready to depart when they arrived at the airfield. Bucky flipped open his visor and awkwardly greeted somebody who was expecting him. Sam shuffled around to the back of Bucky's neck so he wouldn't be spotted, and Bucky reacted by hunching his shoulders and wringing his neck. Luckily for both of them, Bucky walked past the airman with only slight judgement; there were perks and downsides to a public name like his.

"Watch it," Sam hissed, fighting to keep his footing as the world shifted on Bucky's axis

"That tickles," Bucky hissed back.

"You said you weren't ticklish!"

"I never said- just- stop-"

"You stop! I'm 'bout to go splat if you don't get your shit together, man!"

Bucky squared his shoulders and straightened his spine. Sam braced his shoes on the back of Bucky's collar and huffed out a sigh. Bucky rolled his inert motorcycle up the plane's ramp by its handlebars. Nobody waited inside; it was just the two of them again. The ramp closed and idling engines powered up. Bucky claimed a seat, mindful not to lean back.

"Think it's safe?" Bucky suggested.

"I don't know," Sam groused, feeling petty. "You tell me."

"...we should be in the clear."

- - -

aaand there's a couple snippets!! i am very proud of this fic, and rereading it just now brought a smile to my face. the dynamics are so fun and - I WILL SAY IT - squee-worthy. how do i know? because I squeed. i just wanna roll them up in a ball and squeeze them like play-dough. my middle-aged men with problems they should share. my tired men that should be vulnerable together and know each other like two moons orbiting the same planet, only for that planet to suddenly just... poof! away

(i've been obsessed with project hail mary don't @ me about the space metaphor) (steve, you left your boys!! now they only have each other... ohh noo....)

[ittybluebell]

oh, here's some art! just some sketches i've never posted lmao

sam hiding in the car RIGHT after shrinking. ik you can't see his face, but this man is TERRIFIED

^ THIS is from the slumber party. sam slept on the couch... until he diidiiin't ;)

just a zoom of sam undah dah seat

[ittybluebell]

Excerpt from my slow burn SamBucky fic!

The Wolf & the Songbird, Chapter 2

CONTEXT: Sam got shot with a shrinking dart full of Pym Particles during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and Bucky has to keep him safe. Right now, they need to make it to the airport to go consult Zemo. There's just one problem... a few, actually.

- - -

In order to reach the closest shop that sold helmets, they had to take the motorcycle. The dilemma was obvious, and Sam refused to sit in such an open, hazardous space.

"What if I drive real slow?" Bucky hedged. "There's gonna be traffic, anyway."

Sam acquiesced - only under those conditions. A fall from this height was fatal on its own; Sam didn't enjoy envisioning how a fall while hurtling down the road at sixty miles-per-hour would end. Sam was tempted to ask Bucky to go switch jackets. What was wrong with the leather one? It worked just fine! Sure, the pockets were more spacious, which left room for even worse bouncing around, but then Sam wouldn't be crammed so close to Bucky's chest...

Y'know, maybe it wasn't so bad.

The motorcycle revved to life and Sam slammed his hands over his ears. How could Bucky stand that without a helmet? And with enhanced senses? Jesus.

Bucky rolled his bike out of the parking garage. Honking and idling engines that had been a distant echo became cavernous applause. Sam endured.

"Wait," Sam hollered, impossibly pitching his voice over the noise, "isn't it illegal to drive without a helmet?"

Bucky took off without a word. Sam knew for a fact Bucky was ignoring him.

Sam put all his focus toward holding on. Bucky grew up here, right? How much could a city change in... shit, eighty years? A lot. But it was fine! Presumably, Bucky knew all the backstreets and alleys. Plus, Bucky said the shop wasn't too far; Sam taught him well in digital navigation.

The bike lurched over a manhole cover. Sam held on tighter.

It might've been five minutes, it might've been half-an-hour. When Bucky finally pulled his bike into a parking space, Sam's ears were blessed to be rid of its roar. He couldn't hold on and protect his hearing.

Bucky marched into the store and b-lined for his goal. He purchased a helmet without preamble and walked out the door. Bucky kept walking, farther than Sam remembered the bike being.

Bucky stopped. "We're alone," he said. "Get in."

What a gentleman.

"Damn, not even gonna buy me dinner first?" Sam teased while he pulled himself upright.

Bucky stated, "I made breakfast."

-Skipped some stuff, but you can read the whole thing!!-

Bucky flipped the helmet and eased it over his head. Padded walls came down, and the helmet's confining fit forced Sam to squeeze right up against Bucky's neck. Reacting to Sam's presence, Bucky twitched his head. Muscles in his neck spasmed against Sam's side. This was so much more intimate than either of them signed up for. This was worse than the goddamn interlocked thighs exercise.

"Don't tell me you're ticklish, man," Sam pleaded. God, Bucky was so warm. It was like standing next to a furnace.

"Just- feels weird," Bucky rumbled. The power of his voice buzzed through Sam, sending vibrations straight into his bones. Bucky's larynx hummed like a strummed guitar through his skin, and Sam felt every note. The helmet only amplified it. Bucky said, "Keep the wiggling to a minimum, alright?"

Sam shuddered. The sensation was comparable to hugging a giant subwoofer. "Hey, no guarantees."

Bucky returned to his motorcycle. Its growl was muffled, for which Sam would've sank to his knees in thanks if he was in any position to do so. As he was, Sam half-stood, half-leaned against Bucky's neck and tried not to think about the visceral throbbing of blood through Bucky's arteries - a feeling that was unbelievably surreal. If Sam stretched, he could see out of the bottom of the helmet and watch Bucky steer. Sam opted to close his eyes. The thing smelled like a new car, so he pretended it was. He was just going for a ride with a buddy. A buddy that was so close, Sam could measure his pulse. A buddy whom Sam slept beside and awoke within touching distance.

"I'm on a nice, sunny beach," Sam said to himself, trying to banish all other thoughts. "Clear skies. Warm air. Sipping on a fancy cocktail."

"Sounds like a date," Bucky lumbered.

Sam's face was warm. He blamed it on the living furnace. "I make it out of this alive and Sam-sized again, we're taking a vacation. I need a couple beers and a lawn chair bad, man."

"I'll clear my calendar."

Sam piped down for the rest of the ride. Mostly, so he didn't have to feel that again if Bucky answered him. Partly, because Sam didn't know how to respond to what might have been an invitation to hang out - and definitely wasn't a date.

The plane was ready to depart when they arrived at the airfield. Bucky flipped open his visor and awkwardly greeted somebody who was expecting him. Sam shuffled around to the back of Bucky's neck so he wouldn't be spotted, and Bucky reacted by hunching his shoulders and wringing his neck. Luckily for both of them, Bucky walked past the airman with only slight judgement; there were perks and downsides to a public name like his.

"Watch it," Sam hissed, fighting to keep his footing as the world shifted on Bucky's axis

"That tickles," Bucky hissed back.

"You said you weren't ticklish!"

"I never said- just- stop-"

"You stop! I'm 'bout to go splat if you don't get your shit together, man!"

Bucky squared his shoulders and straightened his spine. Sam braced his shoes on the back of Bucky's collar and huffed out a sigh. Bucky rolled his inert motorcycle up the plane's ramp by its handlebars. Nobody waited inside; it was just the two of them again. The ramp closed and idling engines powered up. Bucky claimed a seat, mindful not to lean back.

"Think it's safe?" Bucky suggested.

"I don't know," Sam groused, feeling petty. "You tell me."

"...we should be in the clear."

- - -

aaand there's a couple snippets!! i am very proud of this fic, and rereading it just now brought a smile to my face. the dynamics are so fun and - I WILL SAY IT - squee-worthy. how do i know? because I squeed. i just wanna roll them up in a ball and squeeze them like play-dough. my middle-aged men with problems they should share. my tired men that should be vulnerable together and know each other like two moons orbiting the same planet, only for that planet to suddenly just... poof! away

(i've been obsessed with project hail mary don't @ me about the space metaphor) (steve, you left your boys!! now they only have each other... ohh noo....)

[so-very-small]

*gets in my little RC car* *drives up to giant you* *does a lap around you* *does another lap around you* *does another lap around you* *does another lap around you* *does another lap around you* *does another lap around you* *does anoth

[mikufanclub]

burger girl