Hi there you can call me Roxy or whatever really, pronouns are She/Her, im pan and also 2 inches smol. I love G/t, DnD, Art, Writing (Etc, Etc...) I wil be posting my art and writing here! though this blog is mostly nonsexual, there is (soft/safe) vore, mouthplay, angst,whump and toxic relationships. What can I say, I need pain to feel alive, sue me â( ´- Ď-`)â
Lol I guess I should make a masterlist cause I'm gonna post more stories eventually and its getting annoying scrolling all the way to the bottom of my blogđ
Here ya go!
Tall Tales Pt1
Tall Tales Pt2
Tall Tales Pt3
Tall Tales Pt4
Tall Tales Pt5
Tall Tales Pt6
Tall Tales Pt7
Dead by Twilight Pt1: A- encounter
DBT Pt2: just a taste
DBT Pt3: ill get a title someday
DBT Pt4: The vore part; skippableâĽ
DBT Pt5: Anxious
DBT Pt6: Examined
Starlet- Oneshotâ¨ď¸
The Freak Circus đŞ :
Ha-Harlequin what are you doing with that jar!?! (Unfinished)
Period cramps LEAVE HER ALONE!!! Sorry you had to see that, ladies, I just get so passionate about feminismâŚ
How would you think Pierrot could react if Y/N just suddenly got to a bitty size?
btw love your art man
Hmm-! I would imagine he'd be concerned at first, but I also feel like he'd think Y/N is super cute. And, of course, would somehow have an exact replica miniature version of Y/N's room for them to stay in... >v>
How do you think Pierrot, or more so Y/N, react if Pierrot just suddenly got to a giant size? How would he interact with Y/N?
Thank you~! đŤś
Hmm-! Oooh- It's almost the same dynamic I would think? Since Y/N would again be tiny in comparison to Pierrot. Difficult for me to say, but maybe Y/N would give extra care to let Pierrot know he's loved. (Just in case he's worried he would scare Y/N) Also, could kinda work for either, but Y/N would probably enjoy sitting on Pierrot's head and looking at the stars from high up. (I imagine anyways~ >v</ )
You're the only one who has done tfc g/t and I looooooooove your work
Omg đł I have found my niche lmaooo
Donât worry I have plans to make a g/t scene for each character
My idea is âwhat would happen if X character found MC first when they had shrunken downâ and I have rough (like rlly rough) outlines for Pierrot, Harlequin and ofc the doctor my pookieeee
Working on mommy and daddy soon đ
Thank you so so much for reading I had lowkey given up on this blog after a bit but this is rlly sweet and is helping ignite my spark again đŤśđŤśđŤśđŤśđŤś
Iâve decided to grace you with another âThe Freak Circusâ centric writing cause my last one did bad and Iâm sad about it! (Probably cause I went a little kooky, my b I was off the meds :P) But here this oneâs fully done, itâs a period comfort cause I do what I want no one can stop me, and Iâm saying itâs a oneshot (itâs probably not gonna stay that way who am I kidding)
â ď¸CW!: mention of blood, bleeding, periods, and ambiguously-sexual nudity (depends how you interpret it) as well as canon typical noncon themes , y know being poisoned and all that, and Iâd say this counts as a sickfic? Idk never done this before đ¤ˇ
Iâm calling this one:
âPeriod cramps, LEAVE HER ALONE!!!
Sorry you had to see that ladies, I just get so passionate about feminismâŚâ
Bro periods suck you know what also sucks? Cramps, you know what sucks even more? Being tiny and having no access to pads in ur size Luckily our resident Doctor /loves/ blood - h-helping people feel better! ... even in his own strange ways.
You know what else sucks? ; vampires, also.. me .. in both ways .
I had to write all the puns Iâm not sorry.
Our favorite big bird bro would absolutely carry around sanitary pads and easily track down a tiny, bleeding MC whose probably got some more pressing issues than their period, but he can address those after he gets a taste of that intoxicating red- Oh right , yes, treats your cramps and gets rid of that .. blood ! Right! Yeah youâll be safe in here, no the others wouldnât know how to help.. you gotta stay in here, Yep, doctors orders! (Iâm so normal about him)
âSweetie, that is not proper recovery position âŚâ
You groan as he drags your arms out from under you, gently nudging you onto your side with a finger the size of your whole body.
God he was already so massive, now youâre sprawled out before him barely the size of his palm, and worse! Your time of the month decided to strike early..
He had found you outside the food court, hobbling, drenched in that sweet red-
*Ahem* bleeding onto your clothes, clearly terrified and in pain.
Hearing the dreaded, colossal footsteps come too close to you, you finally looked up and up into the expressionless, red eyed mask of the Doctor.
you couldnât even scream.
Your terrified gaze only spurred him on, before you could even think to run, he had snatched you up, hidden beneath his cape, and sped back into his tent, instructing the fool outside that he wasnât to be disturbed for the rest of the day.
After awkward reassurances, terror, tears, and reluctant acceptance, you let him help you , in his own.. odd way.
You whine as he maneuvers you so youâre propped up, laying on your side. You know heâs following medical procedures technically, but did any of that even matter at this size?! Youâd rather just lay face down and bleed into the enormous pad, to not have to look at or confront this nightmare scenario, but he was right.. it did make your cramping worse.
âWe will wash up later, for now, just try to help the painâ he says.
You groan And nod reluctantly.
A giant digit glides down your back, rubbing circles at the base of your spine , mindful not to nick you with his claw.
âHeat and pressure should help here..â he mutters, mostly to himself , noting the blush creeping onto your cheeks as you turn your face down into the crook of your arm.
âHelping, sweetie?â
You nod, still pained and flustered, but feeling less anxious than before.
âHum humâ he chuckles,
âitâs alright, I know, sweetie , do not worry.â
A tiny whine escapes you as he pinches your torso between his thumb and pointer, pressing down on your bloated stomach with the same gentleness, rubbing, seemingly trying to massage the pain out of you ..
Blood starts to seep out of you, you whine as it flows down your thigh
âD-doctor-â
âShh, shh , let it flow..â
He effortlessly rolls you onto your back, your eyes widen, your front now fully exposed to him.
âDoctor- I-i â
You look up into the masks red eyes ⌠His huge yet gentle fingers press down on your hips , it relieves some of the pressure you had felt- and opens the floodgates some more.
âAch-!â You cry, you could do nothing to stop it now, though it certainly wasnât much, to you it felt like you were gushing blood,
your arms grew tired from holding your torso up- but you found your back supported by the doctors other hand.
âSit up, better for flow..â
âWha-why ? â you ask, not quite concerned, more-so curious.
âHm? Ah, it will lessen time spent in bed rest.. less blood to release slowly, much more can come out nowâ
He stops pressing on your hips, his thumb returning to the gentle rubbing below your belly, helping stimulate blood flow and massage the tension out of your body.
âYou are taking this quite well, sweetie.. not so afraid now?â
He asks.
âIt.. w-whatever youâre doing.. itâs working, I-I feel .. less pressure , less cramping ..â you mutter
âOf course, I am your doctor after all , it is my job to make you feel better.â He asserts, slowing his ministrations.
âR-right..â you blush, though we are definitely past blushing now.
Iâve definitely been gone longer than I planned to, and thatâs not for lack of trying⌠Iâll tell you all whatâs been going on.
I caught the AO3 authors curse đŤŠ
You guys know about a certain political shooting that happened at a certain school somewhere in Utah ?
Yeah I was there when it happened , I know I said Iâd never share anything about my personal life but there were like thousands of people there so good luck finding me âď¸
Anyway, Iâve been taking my time to process, and that kind of thing doesnât usually inspire many people to write silly little fearplay scenarios.
SOoo
I got some therapy, stopped jumping at every sound , and I may be back?
Iâve recently been inspired by âThe Freak Circusâ an indie horror/ yandere visual-novel-game.. thing , Iâm sure you tumblr freaks are familiar.
It also happens to be Harlequins birthday ⌠so Iâm thinking Iâll give you a taste of whatâs been (FINALLY) brewing in my dumbass brain for the first time in months
Inspired by this Pinterest post:
TW for : Noncon elements, Yandere, Fear, claustrophobia, and other things that coem along with being shrunken down in front of a kinky clown.
I present to you the opening snippet of;
Harlequin.. what are you doing with that Jar !?!
-shitty outline stuff first, needed for context-
You visit the doctors tent again like he suggested, he realizes you hadnât eaten all day, but knows he canât offer you his âspecialâ candy, instead, he hands you a cake slice (pierrots that he never used from a few days ago)
The cakes poison /should have/ worn off by then but instead the effects changed and
Oh whoops!! Itâs a shrinking potion now :]]]
The effects donât hit right away, you munch on the (slightly stale) desert on the way to harlequins tent , finishing it around the time you get there , stopping outside you realize you had missed his performance ! (The doctor kept you too long, examining and all that..) Harle catches you outside as the other guests are leaving, itâs late, that was the last show of the night .. he notices the nearly-finished cake in you handsâŚ
-actually good draft starts-
âhow are you feeling, dear? Perhaps you need something to wash that down?~â
You donât catch his innuendo
âI-I well..â you feel strange, a bit ticklish, your skin is tingly, your clothes feel too loose , you feel like youâre falling to the ground. You try to take Harleâs hand to steady yourself, but his is now much larger than your own- you really are falling now ! H-how-
Harlequin wasnât trying to catch your hand- your tiny body lands with an âoomphâ in his gloved palm..
Harlequin looks down at you , his grin disappears for a moment- he quickly looks around, making sure nobody had seen anything-
His fingers close around you and you whir through the air as he whisks you into his tent.
Finally still, you sit up and look dazedly around as if you were waking from a dream , nothing feels real, itâs all too bright, too loud, too big-
Looking up at Harlequin from the imposing palm, his quizzical look has been replaced with something like .. fear? Concern? .. his green pupils dart over your newly tiny form, scanning each minuscule part of you. A clawed finger appears, pinching and lightly tugging at your leg, threatening to drag you down his palm.
âH-hey-!â You yelp.
Your itty bitty noise of protest seems to amuse him, and the classic grin returns to that menacing masked face ..
âWhat on earth happened to you, dear?â
He inquires, as if you would know.
âM-me? I didnât.. t- the doctor!- he gave me ..â
your words falter as you take in the reality and danger you are now in, a minuscule doll in this sadistic pervertsâ hand.. your mind and heart start to race.
âThe doctor?â Harlequin says, not noticing your words catching in your throat âhmm, he isnât one to bake sweets.. like that .. how strange..â he mutters to himself before turning his gaze back to your tiny form
âand even so, nothing like this has ever happened before..â he says , lost in thought. Absentmindedly, he pinches at your hand, rolling your little palm between his gloved fingers, and finally he notices your shaking, and your despaired look.
âOh, all quiet suddenly? What, you arenât scared or something, are you~?â
He teases, his open palm starting to close in around you as his grin widens.
His playful demeanor, usually just annoying or even exciting, Is absolutely terrifying in your current state.
âYou really are so small .. and you donât have a clue whatâs going on , hm? .. poor little thing ~â
Your breath hitches. You look pleadingly up at him, and you can see the conflict in his eyes, deciding if his amusement was worth your terror.
He sighs and his expression softens, as does his hold on you.
âFine⌠fine .. youâre right. Iâm sorry dear one , this is probably truly frightening for you.. itâs not time to play just yet ~â he recognizes.
âYou arenât hurt, are you? Physically?â
You take a deep breath to calm yourself, and then shake your head.
âHmm,, and do you feel any different? Other than the obvious ..? â he seems unsure of his questions.
The tingling you had felt before had mostly subsided , your body still felt a bit warm..? But everything else was normal .. it didnât seem like you were going to change again at least.
âNot too different.. a bit- a bit shaky, a-and I feel warm in my chest .. â you squeak out
Ugh.. Harlequin thought, this would be more of the Doctors expertise.. but he didnât really feel like sharing his prize right now ..
âHm-hm , warm you say? Thatâs what most would call a blush, my dear ~â he chuckles, though it seems less callous than before.
Humph.. well it wasnât Not thatâŚ
You give him a grumpy look and he chuckles, covering his masked mouth.
âOh stop it, now youâre the one teasing me with how cute youâre beingâ
âI-I am not-! Im not trying to be .. cute..â you huff, why did he always have to be so flirty ?!
â Youre about three inches tall and pouting in the literal palm of my hand, itâs impossible not to find you adorable right now~â he sings.
-Fin-
Perhaps more eventually .. we will see how this does đââď¸
Hey everyone! Been a minute since an update, and I have a question for yall ; if I made an instagram posting my art and links to writing⌠would it get flagged?
I genuinely would love to make something thatâs more accessible to ânormiesâ who would otherwise have no damn clue what g/t is ⌠but idk what instagrams algorithm would flag, obv any fetish content is staying out of there, hell, I keep that stuff off my tumblr, even!
I think it would work⌠but Iâd love ideas and feedback, I havenât found many insta posts pertaining to this kind of content, but I think I can make something cool! lmk your thoughts! And happy new year!
so yeah I was on a call with a friend while we were gaming and he had to take something from another room. He then said: "wait Imma take you with me " and took his phone to the other room. When he said that I felt it so gt coded like I got butterflies and then imagined fake gt scenarios in my head
Has anything similar happened to you? I'd really like to know >âĄ<
My classmate, who doesn't know what G/t is from the word at all, one day in the middle of a boring lesson, he just started talking : "Damn, it's a pity that there is no pocket Einstein, imagine how convenient it would be!You put it in your pocket, you brought it to school, and he'll do everything for you," and he also showed me with his hands how he takes out this pocket Einstein, and I... AAAAAA, I tried not to scream from G/t panic right in class AAAAHHHH
