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HEAD-SHOT:
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Outline Only -- $10usd
Sketch Only -- $5usd*
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HALF-BODY:
Full Color -- $45usd
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Outline Only -- $25usd
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*added rough colors to sketches may include additional costs
Note: Additional characters (of similar proportion) added to the same commission will come at a 15% discount! Yay!
Note (the sequel): Since these are G/t based commissions, there will obviously be some leeway and exceptions with some of these prices. For example: If you request a full body of a giant holding a full body of a tiny, I won't charge you for the tiny as if they were at full-scale (since they'd likely appear a lot smaller on the page/canvas and not take as much time/effort). Or if you want me to draw a tiny, close up, in the hand of a giant, I will most likely charge the giant hand as a "prop" rather than as an additional character.
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NSFW/Kink/Fetish/Vore
Complex mech characters
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Wholesome/soft/fluffy interactions
Cute/romantic/affectionate interactions (cuddling (includes under a shirt/sweater/sweatshirt to an appropriate extent), and kissing, and similar vibes if you have other ideas!)
ANGST! DRAMA! ACTION! HURT/COMFORT!
Light blood, some injuries (such as black-eyes, bruises that imply broken/sprained bones, etc...)
Unintentional fear-play (I do not fuck with the sadistic giants, sorry!)
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Idk why this is textured in such a way but uh.. anyway putting my animation degree to good use! (aka fighting animation burnout for the first time in a while good LORD do NOT go to Art School (I am kidding (or am I?))
This is just a wip for right now!! I'd like to continue it but like I said erm uhhh burnout!!!!!!!!!! First time animating a hand so large/close up!!!
The thing about Mya is that she's the OC I give most of the angst and sad scenarios to but it's all evened out by having papa Oliver and that's HURT/COMFORT, BABYYYY!!!!
I just want to yap about her for a bit so here are some (non borrower au) doodles of her from over the years...!!
Also my special talent is not being able to draw a face the same way twice (joke but not really) but these are all Mya (and sometimes Oliver (and others))
I yap quite a bit so I will add the rambling/doodles below the cut!!!
Doodles of the first time she accidentally calls Oliver "dad" (BEST FOUND FAMILY TROPE OF ALL TIME!!! GRRAAHHH) and after she is way more well adjusted and comfortable around him (early on she would NEVER EVER EVER thinking about pulling bro away and telling him to "quit the chit-chat." she's usually like "oh my bad sorry for existing" which will be most of the doodles ahead lol)
I also love doodling her with a mad looking expression because she does NOT express that a lot. To cope with her lack of anger management, she plays softball at her high school <3 I also forgot her moles in the second sketch below do NOT mind that.
Also other (usually sad) expressions <3 completely different styles from doodle to doodle I KNOW I KNOW DON'T REMIND ME!!!!
Talking to (eventual) Mama <3 This woman (her name is Autumn) and Oliver work at the same library and eventually start dating <3
Mya is sad and lonely but she DOES have a bestie (which was created by MY IRL bestie!!!)... Robin is her name and she helps Mya break out of her shell. She's also very good at reading people and very blunt about it. LOL
My favorite cry-babies <3 but also Oliver being a good dad because Mya's grandparents (who are her legal guardians at the start of her story) are terrible and WILL be sent to the nursing home asap.
And here are some random doodles including a soft-redesign (mostly her shirt changing), her THINKING she's getting away with hiding a fever (she looks so smol), and then ACTUAL smol Mya because I forgot I doodled her having an insane fever dream that represented her Fear Of Being Perceived Positively because she doesn't think she's worth it </3 (she's being held in a hand even though it's kinda hard to tell since I drew it in like. 3 lines LMAO)
Then ending things off with a mini comic I made a while ago <3 stemmed from the idea of Mya's awesome super cool Woman Softball Coach (aka one of her only support people, even before Oliver) having to take leave for whatever reason for a bit and so she's replaced temporarily with a terrible no-good mean Man (softball coach.)
The backstory for the shoe-print on the back of her jersey is Male Coach (/neg) having a lot of bitterness coaching a girls softball team and at some point he decides to pick on Mya out of everyone. When she stops running laps for a SECOND he "gently nudges" her to keep going. Well, that's not gonna work for Oliver, no sir.
Okay I think that's it. Sorry to ramble so much about an OC that isn't even fully a g/t OC on my g/t dedicated blog but look. I love Mya she is my sweetie-pea so I have to share the love u_u
More borrower Myaaaa!!!! (And human Oliver hands) Drew this on my iPad as opposed to Clip Studio on my 'puter 🙂↕️ been messing around with Gradient Maps so was practicing that as well as hands. I feel like my style changes a bit depending on the hardware I'm drawing on 😭 oh well!!!
I imagine in this scenario, very shortly following my last doodle, Mya was trying to run away but she's hella injured, in her leg of all places, so she can't make it very far. Still, she tries! Eventually Oliver can't stand to watch and plead anymore and although he feels terrible for scaring her, he knows he has to scoop her up to help. 😭 🥺 So this is that moment!
Idk what happened but at some point throughout my life I went from loving the sound of thunder to low-key kind of dreading it. Maybe I associate it now with my fear of like dangerous storms but I wish I didn't because I do think thunder can be calming!!! I listen to thunderstorm sounds on my phone at night!!!
But irl, if the thunder is too close (paired with high winds and heavy rain especially) I'm like. So fearful. So I'm like, yeah if there was a giant irl that would be so cool but also the thunderous voice or thunderous footsteps may freak me tf out.
Or maybe the most ideal situation is that now that giant could "shield" me from the scary thunderstorms 🤔
Decided that a couple of my non-G/t ocs would make for a great borrower AU so this sketch stemmed from that idea teehee. reaching hand means NO HARM!!! but still EEEEK SCARY!!!
Also a bit of hand practice. Did this without a ref so please mind that <3
Original OCs I based this au on below the cut <3
MY BELOVED OLIVER AND MYA!!!!!!!!!!! They're based in the 1970s <3
These drawings are a couple years old but still pretty much accurate (^-^)
And they are, you guessed it, yup, found family. nod emoji nod emoji nod emoji
Decided to write something a little inspired by @gt-jar's 2nd prompt from this post!
I feel like this kinda drags on more than it should--I'm kind of bad at condensing scenes that can very easily be condensed lol.
Also have a "first time being carried on someone's hand" trope KIND OF.... not in any major detail, but it's there.
Anyway sorry if this is bad or cringe but hey first meaningful writing featuring Osweald and Eliza right here yahoo!!! Also I am not good at writing confrontation or fighting uh so bare with me. BARE!!! WITH ME!!!... BEAR WITH ME!!?!?!??!?!? WHERE?!??!?!?!?! haha I kid. I kid. I joke. This is not me distracting you from reading below the cut because I am INSECURE. IT ISN'T! IT'S NOT!!! You sound CRAZY!!!!!!!!!
Anyway...
(Content/Warnings: Implied past trauma/abuse/kidnapping of Eliza (mentioned), found family tropes, emotionally repressed teenager (fork found in kitchen), good ole angst, a little bit of hurt/comfort if you squint but Eliza has walls up as fuck. UHHH I think that's all I can think of right now. Teehee. Idk if any of this is technically canon but also maybe it is. Teehee x 2.)
Exhausted.
That’s the only word Eliza could think to describe herself at this very moment. The sun was setting, the next village was still miles ahead of her, her back ached too much for a young fairy her age, and—
“Are you sure you don’t want to catch a ride on my shoulder?”
—And the pushy, dumb human she was guiding to their next destination wouldn’t stop pestering her with pointless questions.
She shook her head aggressively, and continued to walk a couple feet in front of the man, using the sun for direction until nightfall. Usually, she was more apt to be eye-level by crawling across tree branches, or climbing over plant-life. It was safer that way, especially when walking along-side a bigling, but after running around that village like headless chickens, all of her limbs felt like poorly-mixed jelly… Regular ol’ walking on the ground would have to do.
Osweald hummed a thought behind her, causing the already irritated teen to grate her teeth together. She ignored him.
“Hm, hm, hm…” He continued, almost sing-songy. “We still have several hours to go, correct?”
“Yes.” Eliza responded—one of the few words she’d spoken aloud since they left the previous village.
The man continued to ponder for a moment, then he stopped.
It only took Eliza a moment to notice, since humans walked so loudly for no good reason. She whipped around, ready to crane her neck up just to yell at him for delaying their travels, but she froze.
The man was knelt down, a pleading look in his eye. “Please, little one,” He spoke softly, “we’ve had quite the day. You, especially.” He held his hand out, on the ground, waiting patiently.
Eliza stared at him, and then his hand, in bewilderment.
Absolutely not.
She didn’t care how nice he’d been. ‘Nice’ was dangerous. So was ‘dumb’. So was ‘friendly,’ ‘harmless,’ ‘giving,’... It didn’t matter. If she, a flightless fairy, surrendered herself to the help of a human, it was always dangerous. There would be no where to run, no where to hide. It would be her and her sharp teeth versus massive appendages that could crush her in an instant—and what can teeth even do when you’re trapped in a birdcage above a poker table in the cabin of a ship that smelled of booze and tobacco?
Nothing.
“... Eliza?”
The little fairy blinked out of her daze, her eyes narrowing at the hand, and then back up at Osweald.
“We’ll set up camp.” She turned on her heel, her tail flicking behind her, pretending to look for openings in the wilderness to hunker down for the night. “We both need the rest, anyway.”
Nightfall came, and the two had their uncomfortable, make-shift sleeping arrangements set up in front of a weak fireplace. Osweald was clueless when it came to wilderness survival, so Eliza had to start the fire with the tiniest flame, while the human went ahead and added more leaves and sticks in hopes of sparking more warmth for the both of them.
Osweald was sat, leaning against a tree, writing in a journal and picking at a loaf of bread—both of which he had picked up at the previous village. Eliza made herself comfortable a couple feet away, atop the stump of a tree long-gone. She stared at the flames in front of her as if it were telling her stories… And maybe it was, but they weren’t stories she could ever understand.
“Are you hungry?” Osweald asked, snapping Eliza out of her hypnosis.
The girl looked over, surprised to notice his hand right next to her, holding out a couple pieces of bread.
“No, I’m—” As if on cue for a cruel twist of fate, her stomach growled. She doubted Osweald would have heard, (she didn’t notice a change in his expression if he had), but that didn’t stop the embarrassment from flooding her face. She cleared her throat, and carefully reached over, “I’ll just take a piece.”
With a gentle smile, Osweald kept his hand still until Eliza took her preferred portion. Then he slowly withdrew his hand, and proceeded with his journaling.
Eliza slowly chewed on day-old bread, glancing between the fire and the bigling next to her. He seemed harmless… And even helpless, as far as the forest was concerned. Still, every second, she waited for the other shoe to drop. For him to lunge forward and cup her in his hands, or to trap her in a jar, or maybe the necklace he so easily gave up was some kind of trap or magic device meant to trick her, or hurt her, or—
Snap!
Eliza tensed immediately, her eyes darting to the sound of snapping twigs in the near-distance. She looked over at Osweald, who watched her with overwhelming concern.
She cleared her throat, and forced herself to relax her shoulders, smoothing out her temporary leaf-blanket. She nervously chewed on her bread, now unable to take her eyes off the darkness just beyond the dim flames of their lame campfire. If she was able to split her focus, she’d notice Osweald staring out into the woods just as intensely, but with a lot less fear.
After about an hour, Eliza couldn’t keep her eyes open to watch out for threats, and slowly lowered herself to the stump she set up on…
The fire appeared dimmer as her eyes slowly closed, her muscles relaxed, and the crackling of flames and the sound of ink to paper lured her to sleep…
And then, for a moment, it was darkness. Dreams even started to form. She was drifting as if she hadn’t had the most eventful week she’s had in six years…
“... Well, you are disturbing us. Leave. Now.”
Osweald? Ugh, she already had to put up with him in real life, now he was in her dreams? Annoying!
“All I ask for is a moment near your fire. I mean no harm…!”
Wait… That was a voice she didn’t recognize.
Slowly, the fairy’s eyes flickered open. For a moment, all she saw was the blurry glow of a dying fire, and then two figures… One of them had to be Osweald. His back was to her, though, and he stood barely a foot away from her stump.
Sitting up, she noticed another man, dressed in a hood he had since lowered during this apparent confrontation. She furrowed her brows, trying to get a better look at the stranger.
The man caught a glimpsed of her—the look in his eye sent a chill down Eliza’s spine. Osweald was quick to block the fairy from the strange man’s view even more.
“I said leave. I’m asking nicely.” Osweald’s voice was low, and carried a weight with it that Eliza didn’t even think was possible from such a smiley fool. Was he asking nicely?
“Listen,” the stranger started, hands up in defense, “I’m not armed. Just a moment by the fire, that’s all I ask…”
At this point, the fairy was starting to seethe. What part of, ‘get lost!’ did he not understand?!
Her fear fleeting in favor of anger, Eliza hopped off her stump and stomped on the forest floor to the two, giant figures.
“Hey, creep!” She called up as if she wasn't 3 inches tall, fists clenched and teeth bared. “He said beat it, so beat it, before I—hey!”
Osweald carefully, but quickly, slid his boot in front of the little fairy, keeping her from getting any closer to the man before them.
Eliza craned her neck up at Osweald, tensed and furrowed brows only softening when she once again saw that pleading look of his. He slowly shook his head—a warning, she understood, of what exactly the stranger before them may be capable of if provoked.
With a grumble, she backed down, but remained peeking behind his leg. She felt like a helpless child.
The unwelcome guest stared down at the fairy, “Quite the little firecracker you have, there.” He let out a chuckle that could only be described as condescending.
“She was trying to sleep before you disturbed us.” Osweald spat.
The other man smiled wickedly, “Even a good luck charm’s gotta rest, yeah?”
“... What?” Osweald’s voice was bone-chilling.
“Hey, I get it. It’s all superstition, but what could it hurt, right? You win any games with that little trick of yours?” The stranger pointed his head towards Eliza, who now felt sickness stirring in her stomach.
Before the fairy could process anything else, Osweald gently pushed Eliza away, back toward her stump, with the back of his boot.
The fire was so dim now, and her vision blurry, she could barely see anything in front of her—but in a matter of seconds, she did hear a loud,
CRACK!
THUD.
Eliza blinked wetness out of her eyes, and looked up at where Osweald stood, now holding his fist close to him. She followed where his gaze was locked, down, down, down onto the forest floor… The stranger now laid unconscious.
Osweald turned on his heel to gather up his things, though it wasn’t much, then he kneeled in front of Eliza who backed away on instinct.
He once again held out his hand, the other one that didn’t crack the jaw of a stranger. “We should go.”
Eliza nodded, her mind feeling jumbled. She stared at his hand.
“You need to sleep, little one.” He continued. “I know what direction we're heading. Please, just for tonight, let me carry you.”
Something stirred within the little fairy... Something warm, and something that, if she were anymore awake and coherent, she'd call 'stupid emotions...'
But then, very, very carefully, and with shaky limbs…
... She stepped onto Osweald's warm, waiting palm.
Been sort of depressed/busy so sorry for the lack of posts T_T
BUT I finally, finally, FINALLY have a job interview for a book store job I want coming up! I'm so excited and also really nervous. It's a local business too!!!
I just hope I say the right things and give a great impression 😭
I could end this post right there but I wanna talk about a specific scenario.
I'm not entirely sure about the circumstances that lead to the scene I have in mind, but let's say that the tiny and the giant are traveling together. Not traveling as in going on vacation but as in walking from one town to another.
Maybe the tiny is someone important and the giant was paid to bring the tiny to a certain destination or the tiny heard that a giant was traveling to the same destination as them and chose to accompany them because it would be much more dangerous (for the tiny) to travel by themself.
Just giving a few examples here, there can be numerous reason for them to travel together, the why isn't all that important.
What is important though is the fact that they just met.
They are basically strangers.
That and... the tiny prefers to walk on their own.
(don't ask me how that would work if they are traveling together. You can easily change the set up if you want to. The travel part is not needed for the scene I have envisioned to make sense)
As I'm writing this I realize that I'm digressing (like so often). Sorry. The tiny just needs to be on the ground for this to make sense... duh. The rest is not really important. A reason why they can't/won't go their separate ways would be neat tho.
Where was I going with this?
Ah, right! Tiny hiding behind giant's leg~
This scenario works great if...
1. The giant can't stand the tiny, but the tiny is very insistent and won't leave the giant alone (kinda like an unwanted/annoying sidekick)
2. The tiny is deathly afraid of the giant + the giant is trying very hard to gain the tiny's trust.
In both scenarios a threat in form of another giant appears. Said giant is only a threat to the tiny though (Has no good intentions! Would 100% snatch the tiny up. To do what or why? Your choice).
Our giant could be on edge because of said "threat" or not fazed at all, either way neither of the giants has the intention to throw hands with the other, but our giant still stands their ground in a way (you know what I mean?)
So while the other giant won't harm our giant they definitely could and would harm the tiny, if it weren't for our giant.
And the tiny knows that (does our giant know that as well? Or do they react based on the tinys reaction/body language? Maybe even just subconsciously?)
What happens in both scenarios is that the tiny is hiding behind our giant, grabbing their pant leg, the whole shebang, maybe slightly peeking out from behind to see how the scene plays out.
Our giant handles the situation like a pro (calm and confident) and the other eventually leaves.
What's different is how the giant and the tiny react. The threat may be gone but the tension is not.
For dynamic 1)
The tiny notices the threat before the giant does and darts behind them and grabs onto their leg. Holding on with all their might, hoping the giant won't try to shake them off immediately.
The giant is about to say something, probably something along the lines of "get your grubby hands off of me before-", when they notice another giant approaching them. While they talk the giant notices that the other's eyes keep drifting towards the ground and they (our giant) subconsciously straighten up, preparing themself for.... something. There's something off about the other giant.
When the other giant eventually leaves they don't say anything. They don't do anything. They still stand their ground. They still feel tiny fingers digging into their pant leg. They can feel minuscule quivers.
They may not like the tiny but they aren't heartless. So they wait for the tiny to calm down and to let go on their own.
Once the tiny does, neither of them acknowledge what just happened. Maybe the tiny apologizes curtly.
But after that the giant can't help but wonder how desperate for shelter and protection the tiny must be to be seeking that from them. Someone who's made it very clear (multiple times) that they're (the tiny) is not wanted.
Doesn't the tiny have someone else? Don't they have family? Friends? Are they... all alone?
For dynamic 2)
Our giant could be in the middle of trying to convince the tiny to please let them help. To do this they crouch down a couple of steps away from where the tiny is standing. (To be closer to the tiny in a way but still giving them enough space.)
If you're still on board with the traveling part, here are some examples.
Maybe the tiny is obviously tired and they offer to carry them for a bit. Or they set up their camp for the night and it's getting cold and they tell the tiny they are welcome to come closer to the bonfire if they want to. Or they bought a treat for themself at the town they just passed and offer a piece to the tiny.
But the tiny won't take any of it :(
Our giant is trying. So. HARD.
Out of the corner of their eye (because the tiny has their full attention) they notice another giant approaching. What they also notice is the tiny freezing up (even if it's just for a second). They rise from their crouched position and step between the approaching giant and the tiny.
They immediately have a bad feeling about this giant but decide to stay polite, asking if they can help them.
Their gut feeling turns out to be correct. The other giant asks them if they need help... dealing... with that tiny. How they would gladly take the tiny off their hands.
The other giant steps closer, intentions clear.
In that moment our giant feels a tiny weight slamming into their ankle from behind. Thin arms wrapping tightly around it. Tiny fingers holding on for dear life.
They freeze for a second before they tell the other giant off. Their voice dangerously low, something very out of character for our giant.
Once the coast is clear they want to reassure the tiny, to tell them the threat is gone now. But they are too afraid to break the spell. Selfishly wanting this tender moment to last a little longer.
Before they can get the words out the tiny lets go of them as if they have been burnt. And sprints out of reach.
The giant's heart sinks, but at least they know now that the tiny will come to them if they ever are in danger. It's a start.
I hope you find any of this chaotic chunk of text... idk... inspiring? useful? Fun to read?
Because maybe it would have been better if I made this post short and cutesy after all.
Alternatively: Tiny hiding behind their giant's leg, because they are shy around other/new giants and the giant is their safe space.
You come home after a bad day, and your giant partner knows just what to do.
You’ve had a rough day. The general public was particularly ruthless today, and you entered your section of your shared-size house, slamming the door shut and trying not to immediately break down. You hear the telltale footfalls of your partner approaching, not sure if you have it in you to deal with them right away, but you know you can’t just ignore them, either.
“Is everything alright?” they ask, their voice slightly muffled through the walls.
You sigh, it never ceases to amaze you just how accurately they can tell how your day went just by hearing the way you open and close the door. Biting back a full meltdown, you begrudgingly climb the stairs leading up to the platform you knew they were waiting at, exiting the small doorway leading out to it and letting it close with another sigh.
You brace yourself for an eager greeting, waiting to feel their hands scoop you up before being bombarded with affection, but you feel something different. Their hands reach down, of course, but they instead gently gather you into their hands and bring you close. Just the way they hold you, already knowing that you’re going to need comfort… They don’t even have to say anything else before the floodgates open, and you break down.
You begin to incoherently rant about your day, absentmindedly beating your fists against their chest every now and then in an expression of frustration and anguish. As you continue, you begin to ramble about other incidents that didn’t just happen today, realizing that you’ve been holding this anger in for far longer than you thought.
You hear a soft sigh, feeling movement as they head toward their gliding chair, bracing you to their chest for a moment as they sit down. They begin to rock back and forth in the chair, cupping you against their chest with both hands now as you continue to vent. They say nothing in response, simply keeping you cuddled close and stroking their thumb down your back. They don’t try to hush you, or offer you sympathy, they just let you ramble and cry with no interruptions.
After a while, you begin to quiet down, your energy quickly fading away as you’re now lulled into a state of lessened aggression. You’re still mightily upset, but you curl inward now, tucking your arms in close and nestling against their chest.
They wait patiently as you begin to settle down. Your sobs diminish into quiet hiccups, then occasional sniffles. It’s then that they pull you away from their chest, carefully lifting you up with both hands. You watch them lean in close, closing your eyes before feeling a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Still rather irritated and not in the mood for this kind of affection right now, you push against their lips with both arms, feeling them back off rather easily.
It’s not long before they do it again, however, their lips softly pressing against the side of your head and upper shoulder. You let out a frustrated whine at their insistence to kiss you right then and there, shoving back against them once more and huffing as, in a rare occurrence, they ignore your wishes for them to stop.
“Shh,” they hush.
You can hear it in the way it comes out, a firm suggestion to let them do as they please. You’ve had your time to be upset, now it’s time to lighten the mood. You’re still annoyed, almost certain that they won’t be able to cheer you up, but they’re committed.
They continue to kiss you, offering a few more gentle pecks against your shoulder. You grumble at them some more, but they’re not having it. It’s then that the intensity of their affection is kicked up a notch.
Their kisses against you become more focused, forceful and deliberate as they keep their lips against you for longer at a time. They kiss you multiple times in a row, their lips brushing over more and more of your body, only pulling away a few feet each time now. You can feel gusts of their breath on you in between kisses, determination evident in their movements as they begin to overwhelm you.
They brush their lips over your face, against your neck, down your side, and then back up to the top of your head again to repeat the process. The display of affection becomes rougher as they begin to press in against you more, gentleness no longer enough to achieve their goal. You can’t even try to push back now, their strength easily outweighs yours as they press you against their hands beneath their lips, beginning to overwhelm you as they use more strength.
As their lips cover more and more of your body, you feel them slowly chipping away at your foul mood. They’re absolutely smothering you with loving affection, and you can feel your resolve beginning to break. The pressure, both physical and mental, becomes too much to try and stubbornly resist. You feel a small smile on your face, a tiny giggle escaping as their lips continue to keep their claim over you.
This only seems to embolden them, and they double down on their efforts. Their lips don’t even pull away anymore between kisses. You can feel their warm breath washing over you now, a slow exhale before they simply increase the pressure of their lips over you. There are moments when you can’t breathe, their lips so enveloping that all you can really do is lay there and experience it.
The pressure lets up, and you lose your composure. Laughter completely takes over, and you nuzzle yourself against their lips. They move as they whisper softly to you, a smile in their quiet voice.
“There’s my little one…”
You feel chills run down your spine. The whisper trails off as they increase the pressure on you, chuckling quietly against you as you accept that their attempt to cheer you up has worked wonders. You’re not even reluctant to admit it. Since you’ve returned home, they’ve known exactly what you needed. It’s a firm reminder of why you love them, and you gently chastise yourself for fighting back as long as you did.
Your giant hums against you, content with this outcome, and continues to shower you with love and care. You lean into their kisses, fall limp as their fingers begin to massage you, and press your own tiny kisses over their lips in return. The hellish day you’ve had is forgotten, left behind as you allow yourself to fully soak in their affection.
heyyy!! You mentioned something about wanting to start commissions for g/t art! And i was wondering if youve thought about it more and what your thoughts are at the moment
Yes! From the votes on my poll, I think I will open G/t commissions soon. I didn't get many votes on my poll, but either way I figure it won't hurt to just at least post about commissions 🙂↕️ sorry for the delay in update!
I already have basic commission sheets and prices on my main socials, so I'll work on transferring those and making a G/t related commission sheet soon!
