Thatâs Althea Cromeâs work. Youâve seen her work before if youâve ever seen the movie Coraline because she did the teeny tiny star sweater and gloves for the stop motion puppets to wear.
More parental g/t please! Maybe a giantess pulling her child away from a cookie jar?
She should always keep the cookie jar closed, especially with a tiny kid. She canât be mad at her kid though, and he still gets a little chocolate chip.
Is it just me or is there less engagement in the g/t community nowadays?
This doesn't necessarily apply to me/my posts but I have the feeling people used to interact with other people's post a lot more, e.g. reblogging prompts and adding their own thoughts or exploring it more in depth or continuing a prompt/loose story thread. Simply adding more to it.
But nowadays the reblogs are mostly empty or just include the standard tags.
I'm not saying you have to interact with others (there's nothing wrong with being a lurker), but I miss going through reblogs and finding yet another great prompt/idea from someone that is just as passionate about xy as op! Just two creative minds that think alike sparking each others interest, maybe even going back and forth adding more ideas with each reblog.
I also stumble across phenomenal prompts from people that are relatively new to the community and said posts have little to no likes/reblogs. Maybe people simply scroll through the main tags less often and prefer to go through their fyp/blogs they follow?
Is this my imagination or has someone else noticed this too?
Nah youâre right. Seems thereâs a few tags or reblogs that add stuff but for the most part they donât. Iâve even seen it in other communities/fandoms. Hell Iâm guilty of just adding the basic tags but I often try to add extras ESPECIALLY if it got me thinking about it for a long time. Itâs almost sad but also understandable. People are probably nervous to add their thoughts in the tags like they did in the past. Cause in reality tumblr is like the only site that does such a thing. Tumblr is a very unique social media site in that aspect and maybe people got used to other social medias and just transferred their way of doing things there to here. I like the tags cause then I can go to someoneâs page and scroll through just the g/t stuff or just the fandom stuff etc etc. but when thereâs unique tags Itâs like getting the secret thoughts. Idk though maybe Iâm just old school or something lmao
Hehe, Bennett, you were riding on his shoulder exactly like this on this same day last year. Right there on Trevor's reliable shoulderâŠ
Seeing how close you guys still are really warms my heartâŠ
Giant prince that âhiresâ a human to be his maid. The other giants in the castle are confused by why he would hire a human, because he knew himself that the human canât do anything. But the prince has his reasons: reason being that he was crushing on this human and needed a reason for them to be close.
Even if that means giving them silly things to do, so they donât grow suspicious. Silly things like putting cuffs on his suit, fixing a button, and etc.
Giant prince that âhiresâ a human to be his maid. The other giants in the castle are confused by why he would hire a human, because he knew himself that the human canât do anything. But the prince has his reasons: reason being that he was crushing on this human and needed a reason for them to be close.
Even if that means giving them silly things to do, so they donât grow suspicious. Silly things like putting cuffs on his suit, fixing a button, and etc.
Bobby and Pietro having some fun that took a bit of an unfortunate turn. Pietro reminded how careful he has to be with his tiny friends that thankfully didn't turn out worse. He got caught up in the moment wanting to show off just how fast he can go (he may not have super speed in this, but he's still one of the fastest, even despite his size), but that is apparently a bit too much haha... Poor Bobby got skipped like a pebble and then ate shit. He's lucky he didn't get seriously hurt or drown, but he did probably star to drown after taking such a tumble and then being stranded in the ocean.
He really is putting a lot of trust in Pietro tho, being his only lifeline out in the open ocean going swimming, and even falling asleep in front of him is a sign of trust. Where Pietro just sees his mistakes (dropping him), Bobby just sees that Pietro just saved him yet again! He's already saved him multiple times in his eyes, and he basically trusts him with his life. Pietro is used to everyone else mistrusting him due to his size and not being careful enough that having that trust in him for a change would mean... a lot. And he doesn't want to lose it.
Felt like drawing Trevor after a while⊠and specifically, I was in the mood for his younger, delinquent self again. So just a quick doodle before bed.
That fragile, high-strung tension, like he's desperately brandishing a razor to ward everyone off, mixed with that gloomy lethargy where resignation just follows him everywhere. The fact that both of those feelings actually stem from the same despair of feeling powerless⊠ugh, heâs just such a compelling character during this period, no matter how many times I look at him.
(Though I get this total dilemma where I feel so bad for him that it's hard to go back and re-read these parts of the original story because it's just too sad.)
On a different note, I've always really admired those high-contrast styles other artists do, with the bold black shadows and everything. It's so cool, so I tried to mimic it a bit. But man, itâs tough.
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OH MY GOD, IT'S DAMN GREAT.I'm actually just as surprised that someone perceives the teenager Trevor so... like..He looks really cool here (not in a bad way!I'm even glad)
DAMN BRO, HOW DO YOU DRAW WRINKLES SO WELL?, GOD WASH IT OFF.
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It's hard for me to go back to those parts too, to be honest.And by the way, I also love this contrasting style, it's really hard, but you did a great job!
I like the thought of them sharing things from their cultures with each other and stuff that they like, but sometimes that gets a bit harder in the food department... Apparently raw giant squid tastes like a mouthful of bleach and black licorice bc of all the ammonia lol rip to Bobby. He didn't want to disappoint his big, beautiful, chesty merman bf tho. But I think next time he'd try preparing more of what he might bring so he CAN try and eat it haha
I'd like to think at some point, Bobby gets to share some cooked and seasoned food with Pietro tho and he'd be like the cat with the watermelon (warning for eating sounds):
Bobby probably brings a full roasted chicken and tells him to watch for the bones and proceeds to watch him crunch it and can't help but gulp a bit at his bone crushing teeth and what he could do with those if he wanted. Maybe a bit scaroused. Sadly even those bigger things aren't much to keep him fed, but he could still at least get a taste. He'd want to try all sorts of things when he gets to be human.
Itâs been an hour and a half, and you still cannot get your brain to shut down and fall asleep. Youâve been tossing and turning in bed, trying every position you can possibly think of in the hopes that one of them will be comfortable enough to knock you out. None of them have, and youâre finally at your witsâ end when you hear the telltale thumping of your giant friendâs footsteps. You watch him approach, his eyes locked onto you with amusement.
âI thought you were taking a nap?â
ââŠI canât sleep,â you admit.
You watch him bend down to meet you at eye level, folding his arms at the edge of the table your bed sits on and resting his chin on them.
âHmm, and why do you think that is?â he asks with a glint in his eyes, as if he already knows exactly why you canât sleep.
You look away in defeat. Youâd wanted to see if you could give him a break from holding you all the time, to finally use the bed heâd painstakingly made for you, but your efforts to fall asleep without him have been fruitless.
âI told you it wasnât going to work.â
You huff in frustration, but it doesnât last long as his hand reaches toward you, his index extending outward to brush over the top of your head, trailing down the side of your face before tilting your chin up toward him. You feel weak in the knees under his warm gaze.
âI know you think you bother me, but might I remind you that youâre only three and a half inches tall and barely fit in the palm of my hand? Itâs really not that hard to take care of you.â
You find yourself cowed as he so intently reminds you of your size difference, looking down meekly when he pulls his hand back and hiding under your blanket. You hear him laugh softly.
âYouâre such a dork, câmereâŠâ
You gasp when you feel his hand gently wrap around you, scooping you up in your blanket and lifting you to his chest.
âYou keep focusing on how you think I feel, but youâre not taking the time to consider how I actually feel about this. Youâre not a burden, and you need to stop treating yourself like one,â he gently scolds as he tucks you close to him, his thumb stroking over the little bundle in his hands as you continue to hide beneath your blanket.
He slowly walks from the bedroom to the living room, and you feel a moment of vertigo as he lowers himself onto the couch. You feel your weight now resting on his chest as he cuddles you close, holding you over his heart. His chest vibrates deeply as he speaks.
âNow then, do you know how I feel when I get to hold you like this all the time?â
You peek out of the blanket just enough to see his eyes watching you with warmth and love. He smiles as he sees you, and he carefully pulls the blanket back just enough to see you a little bit more. He strokes his thumb across the side of your face.
âI feel whole,â he starts with a smile. âI love holding you. I love the way you perfectly fit in one of my hands, or how small you look when youâre sleeping on my chest. I canât get enough of it, and it worries me that you think holding you bothers me.â
You hide back under the blanket, feeling embarrassed that you had your thoughts on how he saw your relationship so blatantly incorrect. He takes a deep breath, continuing to idly stroke you as he talks quietly.
âDo you remember the first time we met, and how terrified you were?â he asks fondly.
You nod your head in response.
âEvery time I hold you now, itâs a reminder of just how much you trust me, and how honored I am that Iâve earned that trust.â
You think back to that day yourself, having been cornered after what was by far the worst day of your life. You thought that once he found you, that was going to be the end, only to instead be treated not like a thing or a pest, but like the tiny person you are. You were carefully calmed down, scooped off of the floor, cradled in their hands, and he began to slowly coax you out of your survival mindset. Once you learned to trust him, you found out very quickly just how soothing it can be to be held by someone so many times bigger than you when you know youâre safe with them.
Just as you had then, you start to feel sleepy as his warmth surrounds you. His heart beating right beneath his chest lulls you into a state of deep calm. You curl inward, letting his massive hands cradle you as you snuggle up in your blanket, feeling his fingers gently tighten around you, making sure you feel protected and secure.
âI promise you, if you canât sleep without me, then Iâll make sure you never have to. You just relax and let me take care of you.â
You feel his thumb move, sharply inhaling when you feel it gently resting on the side of your face. He carefully holds your head down, making sure youâre hearing his heartbeat loud and clear. You yawn as you soak in his attention and affection, and soon enough, you find yourself drifting off, feeling less guilty and more satisfied knowing that him holding you brings him so much joy and fulfillment.
You two may be incredibly codependent, but the bond you share is unbreakable. Heâs made it clear that heâs not upset by it, and now, neither are you.
Felt like drawing Trevor after a while⊠and specifically, I was in the mood for his younger, delinquent self again. So just a quick doodle before bed.
That fragile, high-strung tension, like he's desperately brandishing a razor to ward everyone off, mixed with that gloomy lethargy where resignation just follows him everywhere. The fact that both of those feelings actually stem from the same despair of feeling powerless⊠ugh, heâs just such a compelling character during this period, no matter how many times I look at him.
(Though I get this total dilemma where I feel so bad for him that it's hard to go back and re-read these parts of the original story because it's just too sad.)
On a different note, I've always really admired those high-contrast styles other artists do, with the bold black shadows and everything. It's so cool, so I tried to mimic it a bit. But man, itâs tough.
yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.
I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.
Sewing "a little bit" is one of the most useful skills you can possibly have proportional to how cheap and easy it is to learn.
So many of the items in our daily lives are sew-able. A simple needle and thread changes the way you think. When an item breaks, you no longer think, "I guess I must buy a new one..." Instead, you think, "I guess I must fix it..."
How many of these everyday items rest for eternity in a landfill, because of a simple break that a needle and thread could have fixed? How many excess items were manufactured to make up for the forgetting of the humble needle and thread...?
It started off as a humble gift and I get a whole comic in return!? Seriously!? I was shook! It took me many joyful hours to process that I could get SO lucky.
At first @ayayayayyayayaya sent me the two comic pages. Once Simon spirals into panic and apologies Boâs stunned into immediately trying to comfort him.
What started as some fanart turned into a full blown art trade! I had to try to make a comic too!
Guys⊠that last panel? I drew that left eye of hers like four times. I had to give up before I ruined the page. One day! One day my tablet will rise and symmetry will be easier to achieve.
Anyway, afterward (because Aya is so generous) you see Simon try to get it together and part with Bo with kinder words and good intentions. Once Bo makes it outside she just needs a minute to come to terms with the events that -in her mind- she should not have survived at all. Her parents taught her that beans kill on contact. Not only that but could you imagine being with such an emotional roller coaster of a giant?
See? Sheâs fine!
Sorry about all the different lighting. Obviously Iâm playing with filters to make everything easier to see. My house if full of yellow low level lighting lol, I live in a dark little hobbit hole.
But thatâs it! The end of Boâs adventure that day but not her racing thoughts.
This whole experience was such a profound joy to be a part of. Iâm glad I gave them the first picture.
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