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[miniscule-meow]

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Hi! My name is Apple. I'm a performer, I play Roller Derby, and I write G/t stories!

No posting schedule, I'm a subject to the whims of inspiration and vibes alone, unfortunately.

Ask box is always open! Come say hi, it'll make my day :3

Thank you for being here!

Tumblr is my main hub, but you can find me on AO3 as well!

New Stuff!

Charlie & Felix: Hangover Cure

Everything else is below the cut!

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Isabell and the Lads

A borrower takes a big fall and two college roommates help her back on her feet. Antics ensue. Will a friendship form, or will she run from them the first chance she gets? (Slice of life, fluff and angst)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen

~Shorts and Standalones~

Zeke POV- Be Patient

Isabell and Zeke-Short 1: Closer

Isabell and Zeke- Fidget

Isabell and Zeke- Christmas Kisses

^ Art by the lovely and talented @mariposita24 ^

In a world where special powers are common, a size shifter goes off to college, and is befriended by the most stubborn girl you'll ever meet.

Prologue: New Beginnings

1. Making Friends

2. The Way I Am

3. Books and Caffeine

4. Little Miss Beauregard

5. Emergency Contact

6. The Aftermath

7. Hangover Cure

~An array of stray chapters that may or may not be canon~

Prompt: Felix Drunk

Prompt: Felix Shrinking AU

The Next Best Thing

Not Nothing

~Old Stuff that's almost certainly no longer cannon, and also a little redundant to what I've re-written.~

First Impressions (remastered chapter)

Prompt: You’re Not a Monster (old version)

Prompt: Please Don’t Cry

Clouds and Clovers

Bad Times (1)

Bad Decisions (2)

Prompt: Please Don’t Make Me Look Up

Something Unexpected (Revised)

When a reluctant bard is forced to ghostwrite love letters for the crown prince, he expects a boring job—not a fae princess. What begins as courtly obligation soon unravels into a dangerous tangle of deception and desire. As secrets stack higher and tensions rise on both sides of the treaty, the line between duty and choice grows perilously thin. With war looming and hearts on the line, playing pretend may cost them everything.

Chapter One: In Accordance with Duty

Something Unexpected (Old)

It is arranged for a fairy princess to marry a human prince as a peace-offering between the two kingdoms. She attempts to escape her fate, but only ends up making things so much more complicated for herself. Can she ever return to a normal life?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9/ Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12/ Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16/ Part 17/ Part 18/ Part 19/ Part 20/ Part 21 / Part 22/ Part 23/ Part 24

Borrowed Time

A size shifter (who doesn't know he's a size shifter) meets a borrower (she also doesn't know that he's a size shifter). I wonder what could happen next!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Miscellaneous

A small collection of one-off works and Sizey thoughts

Prompt: Why are you so big

Study Date

Accidents Happen

G/t Nightmares

Fanfiction!

Mary & Clyde: First Meeting

Mary & Clyde: Caught in the Rain

[kawareo]

screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

[miniscule-meow]

I'm doing that thing again where I am fixing all my old stuff before writing new stuff. It's just what the ol' brain will let me work on. I'm very glad to be writing again though.

So, pardon my dust as I rearrange things...

these are living documents lol

[miniscule-meow]

Charlie and Felix: Hangover Cure

Masterpost Wordcount: ~1.6k First | Last | Next

Waking up feels like being dredged out of the muck. Staying awake doesn’t serve her any better. Charlie flops onto her back with a low groan, rubbing the grit from her eyes. When she finally forces them open, she’s greeted by the pale light of early morning filtering in through the front window. Her brow furrows at the audacity of the sun to be shining. She burrows a little deeper into the couch for a moment, before sighing and turning her focus to the table in front of her: glass of water, bottle of acetaminophen, her cellphone- plugged in.

Felix did all that for her? That’s… nice. For as prickly as he can be, he’s honestly really… nice. She still can’t believe she called him last night, almost as much as she can’t believe how he actually came and helped her out.

The reality of her situation slams into her like a bus loaded with bricks. She stifles a groan with the pillow as vignettes of her royally embarrassing herself play on repeat in her mind.

Oh, drunk Charlie… what did you DO? She is certain that she’ll never recover from this.

She eyes her keys on the coffee table. Felix is probably still asleep. The idea flits across her mind. She could just… go. Then she wouldn’t have to face him. It’s tempting… But she would have to see him again eventually. Leaving now might make a bigger mess of things. Staying just feels like the wrong choice, but leaving definitely feels worse. She wishes that she knew the rules for something like this.

What would a normal person do? She wonders.

They probably wouldn’t get themselves in this situation in the first place.

Finally, after deciding that arguing with herself about hypotheticals is a futile venture, she pulls herself up and faces the empty living room. She gladly takes the medicine he set out for her, hoping it will quell the dull ache behind her eyes. Then, bracing herself, she checks her phone. One look at her notifications, she puts it right back down again. It’s too early for that.

She wasn’t surprised by this, but she had nothing from her friends. Not an apology, not even a ‘did you get back safe?’ Nothing. All of her messages are from Jeremey. He was probably blowing up her phone all night. Dumb, overprotective-

The consequences of her actions can wait.

She rises to her feet and trudges down the hall to the bathroom, putting some much-needed distance between her and the inevitable lecture she’s going to get from her brother.

Washing her face and brushing her teeth help her scrape together the crumbs of her dignity and leave her feeling almost human.

She faces the mirror, oh right. She’s wearing his clothes. He had given her the shirt and sweatpants to wear, but she’s remembering now; she pulled on his hoodie while it still had his warmth clinging to the fabric. It was a cozy feeling. It still is, or it would be if she wasn’t so embarrassed by her own shameless audacity. Especially considering immediately after putting on his hoodie she just went and- alright that’s enough, thinking privileges revoked.

On her way back to the couch, she notices the house properly. She’s almost surprised her footsteps don’t echo here. Open floor plan, high ceilings, concrete floors, she supposes it makes sense for Felix. Or, at least, it makes sense for what Felix can do. She can hardly imagine a room large enough to contain him, but maybe the lofty ceilings would give him a bit of wiggle room, should he need it.

Given the size of the house, he could host quite the party here. The space isn’t designed for that at all though. Despite furniture existing in the space, it’s all very utilitarian… maybe even lonely. There doesn’t appear to be art on the walls… or really, any decoration whatsoever. At least, not any that she’s found. It’s very different from her dorm, her walls are covered in pictures, and her shelves and desk are cluttered with trinkets. It’s a pseudo-organized chaos, and it makes her smile. This isn’t the sort of space that smiles back at you.

She flops back onto the couch with a sigh, happy for a chance to leave her wandering thoughts and revisiting sleep. As she drifts off, she wonders if she should paint him a picture or something.

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The hour is much more agreeable when she wakes up again. Her headache has subsided, her mouth doesn’t taste so bad. She reaches her arms above her head in a lavish stretch when she hears his door open and his footsteps approaching from down the hall. In that instant, she wishes for an ability. Invisibility, teleportation, time travel. Hell, even something that would just make everyone forget last night. As always, she’s got nothing. She sits up, resigning herself to the fact that it’s time to pay the piper, so to speak.

“Well,” he says, leaning one shoulder against the wall at the entrance to the living room, “you survived.”

“Barely,” she grumbles. “Thank you, by the way for…” she hesitates, “do we need to talk about… all of that?”

“Oh, definitely,” a wicked grin spreads across his face. “What do you want to start with? We could talk about how you climbed me like a tree, or how about how  you were pissed I wouldn’t let your drunk ass snuggle me all night long?”

Of course, the one time he isn’t avoidant and standoffish. He had to pick now to be the most straight forward he’s ever been. She buries her face in the blanket, managing only a strangled noise. He laughs easily.

“Relax,” he crosses the room and plops down on the couch next to her. “Good deeds look great on my record. A few more of those and maybe they’ll let me go back to Rosehill,” he chuckles.

She jumps at the opportunity to change the subject, “I thought you said you just decided to transfer here.”

“I lied,” he shrugs. “The board sent me here; I didn’t have a choice.”

“Why would they do that?”

“I don’t think they’ve ever had to deal with someone like me before. They didn’t like that they couldn’t control me, so they sent me here. That’s what really happened,” he’s being surprisingly candid.

“Sorry, that’s the policy? Send volatile supers to this little mundane school and just, what, hope for the best?”

“Ooh. Volatile,” he says the word playfully, but his eyes flash dangerously. “Is that what I am?” He quirks a brow her way, slinging his arms casually over the back of the couch and consequently, behind her. His arm doesn’t drape over her shoulder, or even touch her, but he’s incredibly caviler about the distance between them. She doesn’t know what to make of that.

“No offense,” is all she can really say.

He shrugs, “It doesn’t matter.”

“It just… that seems really dangerous, you know?”

“Yeah. It is. For me.”

She looks at him strangely.

“I mean, really. Cause a scene here and I would probably never see the sun again,” he scoffs, but there is a tightness to his tone. It makes sense, they wouldn’t send him here and hope for the best. They would have a plan. It wasn’t just a simple transfer so they wouldn’t have to deal with him, it was an escalation. “They probably want me to mess up. I’m not stupid. I don’t fuck with mundanes. They can’t fight back,” then he adds, with his signature cocky grin, “where’s the fun in that?”

He sort of sounds like he’s joking… but she doesn’t think he is.

“And the first time we talked doesn’t count, I guess?” She raises a brow, matching his ‘probably joking but maybe not’ tone.

“Please,” he rolls his eyes, “you weren’t in any danger,” he says with a shake of his head.

“Really? None of what happened seemed dangerous to you? You dropped me.”

“I pretended to drop you. Besides, I thought you might have had an ability. I just wanted to prove a point and scare you off. It obviously didn’t work.”

He finally looks over at her. He is closer than he needs to be with his arm not quite around her. He pulls back, his arm retreating only far enough to catch a lock of her hair and twirl it gently between his fingers.

She goes still, not daring to even breathe.

“I’m glad it didn’t work,” he adds softly, tucking the strand of hair behind her ear. “So,” he moves on like nothing happened, “what are you doing today? You want breakfast or something?” He stands, and heads to the kitchen, leaving her alone on the couch, cheeks burning as she reels from what just happened. Again she thinks, drunk Charlie... WHAT did you do?

Then, just like that, the moment has evaporated. That was so casual, but it wasn’t.

That wasn’t proximity born out of necessity, it wasn’t him tolerating her as she invades his personal space. That was deliberate. She lifts a hand, touching near her ear where his fingers had been.

“Um, y-yeah. No plans. Breakfast sounds good,” she manages, hoping she wasn’t too obviously dazed for too long before answering him.

Even if she did have plans today, she would have cancelled them.

She gets up, following him to the kitchen and takes a seat on a barstool.

“How do you like your eggs?”

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“It’s just eggs, Charlie. Let’s manage expectations here. Honestly, I’m hoping you say ‘scrambled,’ because that’s really all I can do.

“Sounds good to me,” she smiles.

“And, hey, I don’t want to brag or anything, but I have a box mix, so pancakes can definitely happen too.”

“Woah. Where is your Michelin star?”

He huffs a quick laugh and gets to work.

[miniscule-meow]

Hiiii,

Hope everything is OK!! We miss you around here you know!

❤️

❤️❤️❤️

So, major life update from me, I had a baby! She's cute, and likes to party at 2 am. I had to spend some extra time in the hospital because I did almost die... I got a ✨blood infection✨ ...and a bunch of other stuff. I don't recommend being hospitalized for 2 weeks, it was not fun. But anyway, I'm fine now.

I'm honestly not sure when I can write, but I've started feeling inspired again! So, I'm around! I've been missing y'all too! ❤️

[miniscule-meow]

Please tell me you’re continuing the Charlie and Felix story I just read all of it and it’s so good!!!!

Thank you 🤩

Nothing has stopped or finished. I'm just on a writing hiatus right now, so it might be a HOT minute.

[miniscule-meow]

I'm a bit curious, are any of your characters queer?

Maybe!

That's probably a disappointing answer. It's not really what my stories are about, so I honestly haven't put a ton of thought into most of my character's sexualities.

Like, the plot hasn't made me think about it in a way that's forced me to make a canonical decision. And it's not an aspect I start with in character creation.

The way I approach characters is probably actually very telling that I have a theatre degree... because I'm all about stimulation and response. Like inner monologue and motivation stuff. (((and I'm dialogue heavy but we don't have to talk about that)))

So typically, I have an idea for a scene where characters respond a certain way. Then it's a game of: "alright what is their personality that THIS would be their response when presented with THIS situation." And I kind of work back from there. Then moving forward its like "okay, I know how they react to something like this, what if I put them in THIS kind of situation..." And then I just slowly collect a database of information about each character as I go.

That's sort of how my writing process works. I don't typically sit down and ask myself 101 personality questions to entirely fill them out before I just start playing around and seeing how they react to stuff in the brain sandbox .... Does that make sense?

...Deckard is pan, I know that much.

[whooooomp]

need That character absolutely delirious with fear. recoiling from everything. unable to parse what's happening around them, their mind stuck in fight or flight. shaking and hyperventilating. completely unconsolable even as they're wrapped in a crushing hug.

[whooooomp]

galaxy brain addition thank you

[miniscule-meow]

Are you open to prompts/ideas/suggestions of G/T stories for you to write?

Yeah always!

Life has been wild lately so I haven't had a ton of time to write, but I love getting prompts and such!! I usually get around to them eventually!!

[curiousbadger]

What if smoothie meme but nauseously freaking the fuck out?

Inspired by one of my favorite g/t writers, @miniscule-meow, story, Borrowed Time Go check them out! All their stories are a bop and a half!

Just doodles and notes:

-Used photos of myself holding string because how would someone casually hold string while trying not to throw up was a real mystery for me -Wasn't thinking sbou this a the time but I made all their main colors mixed colors (purple/orange/green) -I switched their main colors for the other persons' background -I kinda like the rounder head Vi (just a sucker for round heads I guess) but I wanted them to all have different face shapes

[gtlurker]

The action of a giant placing there hand infront of a tiny who's walking or running so they bump into it, and then tilting there hand up so the tiny falls in and is whisked away to whatever the giant wanted them for.

I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT.

[miniscule-meow]

Isabelle and the Lads is by far the best g/t story I’ve read. I was wondering if you’re going to write more :))

🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much! That means a lot!!! ♥️

Yes, I am planning on continuing Isabell and the Lads! I'm planning on continuing all my stories tbh. It's just that right now life is 😵‍💫 beyond wild. SO, everything is on a pause for a while. I don't know when... but I'll update eventually!

[mariposita24]

Prologue | Previous

YAY! Chapter Three is up here and on Webtoon!

Just as a heads up, I plan on going forward with Webtoon as the primary platform for all official chapters in the near future. I’ll post a few more chapters here on Tumblr for now, but just wanted to give a heads up. If you like reading their story here, please consider subscribing on Webtoon as well! Thank you for the support!!! 💕

[so-very-small]

heya, little buddy! yeah, i’d love to hang out, let me just pick up my craft supplies :) *spills an entire container of glitter on my borrower friend* oh god oh fuck. shit. my bad dude. fuck.

[miniscule-meow]

Okay. Well, glitter simply doesn't go away. So, don't go blaming me when random places in your house have little sparkle trails. You've cursed us both.

[mariposita24]

here, have a tiktok w.i.p. and a messy, little bit spicy, (very monstery) g/t scribble of ✨them✨

[mariposita24]

Prologue | Previous | Next (coming soon)

Yay! ✨Here is Chapter 2✨

(I promise I’m working on getting their story on webtoon! The hope is to have it up by the end of July!)

[so-very-small]

very much love when the tiny thinks they have the upper hand, and then suddenly realizes they Do Not.

like the giant being restrained somehow, or otherwise unable to get to or harm the tiny. the tiny getting overconfident, feeling totally in charge of the situation. until the giant breaks free. all confidence just washing out of the tiny in an instant, as they remember how small they are. just. the terrifying realization that they are absolutely no longer in control, and that it was stupid to even think they were in the first place.