not-in-your-walls :3

Ello, I'm Eryn (not my real name). I'm a long time enjoyer of the g/t community and while I do explore both the sfw and nsfw sides, my content is mainly sfw. Any pronouns

[not-in-your-walls]

Still very much a work in progress. I dunno, I plan on finishing it at some point (not anytime soon). I got art block cause I didn’t originally like the third panel so I finally changed it. Originally she was just supposed to be all the way in the pocket in a position like she had just fallen, but I like this new one better. A little more interactive.

I’ll translate the dialogue when (if) I finish it

[not-in-your-walls]

An old couple is basking in the light of dawn breaking through the dimly lit sky; stars gradually replaced by sun. An old man holds his wife between his hand and his chest. She is resting, as would he soon enough. He rests his back against the grassy field and closes his eyes as the sun slowly peaks through the horizon. His chest gradually moves up and down. The rhythmic thumping of his heart encompassed the entirety of his wife’s form. It lulled her, keeping her still and fully relaxed.

Until it was no more. The thumping that vibrated her entirety came to a halt. The mountain of his chest that steadily moved up and down slowed.

It was no more. She opened her eyes without much of a response initially, but even in a tired state, her unconscious knew something was amiss, even if her conscious self hadn’t been made fully aware yet. She tried to crawl out of his hand which still rested atop of her, but it had grown stiff. Panic overcame her. She frantically used all the strength she had in her frail old body, but it was a struggle to get out. She desperately called his name. Louder and louder and louder her voice grew.

She let out a choked sob.

She had finally escaped his grasp and frantically ran up his chest. She clambered onto his face and grabbed ahold of his nose. His lips were curled upwards, smiling. His eyes were shut. His nose wasn’t cold- none of him was- but there was an absence of heat that was unmistakable.

There wasn’t any warm air- none from in front of her, nor from behind.

He wasn’t breathing.

She slid down his cheek and screeched his name into his ear, but all of it was for naught. He didn’t budge. She fell to her knees and cried silently, staring up at the mountain sized man whom she had grown to love and cherish. The man whom she had lived with for decades, built memories with, built a family with, built her entire life with. She was still, as was he. She let out a breath.. She used the folds of his shirt to climb back up. She managed to climb onto his face and knelt on his forehead. With her hands- wrinkled and aged, yet callous and strong- she brushed wisps of hair out of his face and spoke, “My dear. My sweet dear. My love. There will never be anything, nor anyone like you. I cannot bury you for I am too small. I only hope that you chose here and now because you want this to be your final resting place. I will let the children know you have passed. My dear,” she traced the wrinkles on his skin, “I know you would not want to be mourned, I know you have said before that you would want us to celebrate the life you lived rather than mourn its end. For you, I will. My beloved giant. My beloved Esra.”

She stood up and leapt off of him. She took a moment stare at him, admiring every wrinkle and every little “imperfection”- one last time. She started into the woods, only looking back once. A new set of tears rolled down her face, but she quickly wiped them away with the back of her sleeve.

She moved onwards.

Reminder that all those g/t couples that you love have to die eventually. Those friendships, parents, all of them. One without the other. I’m not sure what sparked me to write this specifically, but here you are.

This was inspired by this set of lyrics specifically:

[amerlcanapparel-deactivated2020]

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

[straighthater]

when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes

[timelordpillbug]

when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia

[hikingnerd]

When Russia sends you nudes

[dr-thackery]

[dismantlerepaired]

[ilovepretzelrods]

[thegingerbalrog]

[onwardwall]

[miss-jaxon-flaxon-waxon]

#what the fuck happened here

[her-eyes-dared-me-with-danger]

This is my favorite post in all of tumblr

[kyloschuyler]

reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia

[tree-of-blue-squirrel]

reblog it, because Russia can´t

[maradaisykat]

Thanks Obama 

[my-sisters-eyeball]

Wtf

[roomba-with-knives-taped-to-it]

When Russia makes this post illegal

[earthnicity]

I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS

[dovahdez]

I will reblog this every goddamn time I find it on my dash

[a-wondering-thought-deactivated]

I have a piece of tumblr history on my blog now

[hellsitegenetics]

String identified: atgctactttaatcaaaaattcaTattattatttgaagtcaacatTaaataattgaATCTgtgattaaacttg

Closest match: Bombyx mori BmN4 cell DNA, chromosome 24, sequence Common name: Domestic Silk Moth

(image source)

[willifolts]

When the domestic silk moth sends you nudes

[scp-threats-is-back]

Domestic silk moth is just being friendly

[yoink-a-doink]

Now the moth is banned in Russia

[fantasylover4538]

…well what the fuck is this

[kingofkaumidy2]

Art.

[shower-thoughts-last-responder]

[sodom-hussein]

Old iconic tumblr posts gather gimmick blog comments the way DNA mutations accumulate over time

[starmaker-astral]

This is why I love tumblr

[mimosa-sex-tea-people-contrsf]

When the DNA mutations send you nudes

[not-in-your-walls]

Debating between working on the g/t story I spontaneously created at 1am, work on a g/t artwork I’ve been procrastinating on for months, or continue reading Project Hail Mary (no spoilers, I’m avoiding the movie until I’m done with the book)

[nyx1904]

I have a problem, one I think everyone in the g/t community has had. At my school, the end-of-year project, which is robotics instead of science, involves programming a game in Scratch that "solves a problem interactively."In short, the game is narrated from a human perspective—it says—while mistreating an insect. The twist is that the other perspective is that of the humanized insect. The goal of the game is for children to develop empathy, even towards insects.This kind of thing has become so commonplace for me that I barely realize when I think, "Oh my god! I'm creating a game g/t that my classmates, students I don't know, and teachers are going to play. Awesome!" 🤡🤡How embarrassing. Why are we always so ashamed to talk about these things? But, no matter how hard I try, I'm not going to change my mind. I'll make the game with some embarrassment; let's be honest, I'm sure no one will notice. 🤡🤡

[not-in-your-walls]

So I just want to say that this sounds really freaking cool. I’d love to try it out if you’re comfortable posting it.

[thelittledaily-deactivated20260]

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

[not-in-your-walls]

I’m joining art fight this year. Who else in the community is doing it?

[spinnymcwinny]

Tucker, Ione, and Clover

tfw ur just a small folk researcher for fun but then u lwk get roped into a murder mystery plot and the only source of information is a doll that’s been alive for like, three weeks

[not-in-your-walls]

I told my gf about g/t some time ago and she realized that she’s into it lesssgoooo. I can now yap to her about wanting to rest in the crook of her neck or yap to her about wanting to show affection to a miniaturized version of her.

It is genuinely crazy how many people are naturally into it, but everyone knows it as the stereotyped version so no one actually knows they’re into it. Anyways yippee!!!

[not-in-your-walls]

I feel like I’m going crazy, but I swear there was a demon slayer fanfiction that I read during covid where a modern Y/N found a gacha machine or smth and they played it and inside the capsules were demon slayer characters, but they were shrunken and alive. I just remembered that this existed and I would love it if anyone knows what I’m talking about or could help me find it again

[solarmooon]

while I adore my healthy stunning yum yum g/t romances I DO get the occasional intense heart flutter if a tiny is strategically patronized. tip of the giant’s index finger ruffling the hair on their head and cooing; “oh, you poor, tiny little thing…” wow. Yum. Esp if it’s a giant who really does respect the tiny but lovesssss to tease and say/do things like that like yes yes yes give me LAYERS. “you’re just the cutest, aren’t you?” “awwww, do you need some help, sweet thing?”

the giant giggling or letting out a soft chuckle and going “so little…”/“so tiny…” and giving a little scritch scritch under the tiny’s chin. “you’re like a little doll, yeah?” CREDIT CARD. ON THE TABLE. NOW.

tinies that LOVE it from their partner and just going beet red with their heart trying to beat out of their chest. Good stuff. bonus bonus bonus if the giant isn’t usually like this, they’re just feeling super gooey and sleepy and want the tiny to KNOW how their scale is a key feature, so our tiny is totally caught off guard. UGH yes.

[not-in-your-walls]

Giant made of water or smth and they have the ability to turn from a liquid to a solid. So imagine they make the bottom of their hand solid and the rest stays liquid. Boom. Portable hot tub

How they keep their shape while being liquid? Well if a gigantic fully liquid person exists, anything is possible.

[not-in-your-walls]

Btw anyone can make art or writing requests at any time. Keep it g/t though

If I’ll ever get to them is another story

[soulsray]

I need some giant tiny mutuals to yap with me about our ocs and the interest 😔 where are all the people?! Let me see your ocs

Don’t hesitate to start a yap session I love talking about gt

[wadling-of-wadlimar]

Hey yalls! I see G/t book recommendation lists all the time, and I wanted to submit one of my favorites:

"Made Things" by Adrian Tchaikovsky

It's about a community of Homunculi measuring six inches tall who hide in the shadows of a human city.

They can be made from basically any material: the main characters are wooden and metal, but there are others made from cloth, wax and even paper if they are unlucky.

In a world where enchanted objects can be bought and sold, they fear capture by humans would mean getting sold to the highest bidder.

But they've found a human that they may be able to trust. And the book has this journey of them learning about their origins, but in order to solve this mystery they have to trust that this human won't betray them and try to stay a secret while going into all these dangerous human-filled places.

The book is very borrowers-coded with a layer of steampunk fantasy that makes the world itself so unique ans interesting!

[not-in-your-walls]

So I’m revamping my toxic yaoi g/t ocs and I just love them so much cause they’re both perfectly capable on their own (before one of them shrinks), but once they’re alone together, they’re personalities completely shift. They’re both obsessed with each other in different ways and those sides of them aren’t fully brought out until one is literally sitting in the palm of the others hands.

idk, I’m not explaining this well, but I plan on rewriting their first real interaction, after the shrinking. My brain also started fumbling around with an au of them.

might post it, might not.

Anyways, toxic yaoi, especially toxic yaoi g/t is so fun.

[conventionallyconnie]

I think it's really unfair that I can't just carry my boyfriend around everywhere in my pocket or in a locket like a little accessory