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This is the second bit of writing I got from @chibi-writings. It’s a continuation of the last one, set a little after the first. they’ve been talking and getting closer since they met. CW for a bit of violence on this one. Edit: now with art by @ferns-n-fables
The forests around the Kaldorian cities were always very lush and beautiful, and Elias always had a twinge of envy for the natural beauty that surrounded where the giant races decided to make their homes and buildings. Humans were so different when they came into contact with nature and tried to build their cities, as it usually involved the destruction of whatever habitat that was originally there.
The Kaldorians were so different; despite being so much larger than humans it seemed as if they were somehow able to weave both nature and civilization together seamlessly, to the point where there were trees growing right from their buildings as if woven into them somehow.
Humans could learn a lot from Kaldorians, he thought with a little wistful sigh as he looked around. The trees towered over even Raum, as it seemed that where the giants lived everything grew bigger in comparison. It was actually a little intimidating to think about just how large these trees were, and the thought of climbing to the top of one of them made his head spin. He quickly tried to pull his mind away from it, instead turning to the one next to him.
“Next” to him being a little bit of a misleading thing to say, as Elias was currently sitting on the edge of the cliff while Raum stood right next to it, as he was more than tall enough to keep talking to Elias even in his current position. The cliff came up to the king’s shoulder, so he was able to turn his head and smile
and talk to Elias as much as he wanted, while not having to bend down to speak to him in the process.
This spot had become one of their favorites for this reason, as well as the fact that it afforded them a bit of privacy.
Such things made Elias want to flush a little, even though he told himself there was hardly a reason to do so. It was not as if the two of them were doing anything wrong or immodest, hardly that! They were just two friends, and recently he had been feeling close enough to share some of his personal life and inner thoughts with Raum, things that he dd not feel entirely comfortable with others overhearing.
Raum was much the same, and Elias was soon learning personal little details about his life that he was certain Raum did not tell to just anyone, and he knew he was very privileged for being handed this information. There was a trust being placed in him that was clearly not on the same level that Raum trusted others in, and he wanted to prove himself worthy of this trust.
Suddenly, in the midst of their conversation where they were laughing and bantering with each other, he heard the enormous sound of footsteps approaching. It was nearly impossible for Kaldorians to sneak up upon someone, their bulk was simply too huge, and they always shook the ground with noise whenever they walked.
Another of Raum’s kind was approaching, no doubt looking for their king, and if that was the case then it likely had to be something important.
Hearing Elias fall silent, Raum looked to him in concern for a moment, before he too heard the noise that was approaching. “Ah, duty is never far from me, it seems,” he said with a look of clear regret to Elias. “I can go see what they want, quickly, if you don’t want to get wrapped up in the conversation.”
Elias had become something of an object of curiosity to the other Kaldorians as of late. Not in a bad way, of course, as the Kaldorians were a gentle people, but he did feel like that there was quite a bit of gossip going on among them. They always looked at him kindly, though there was a little bit of a knowing gaze in their expression, as if they knew something that he did not. It was hardly something that troubled him, but at the same time it did always make him flush to see it, and Raum perhaps wanted to spare him a bit of embarrassment for once.
“I can come with you, so you don’t feel like you are abandoning me,” he said bravely, looking up at Raum with a smile.
The answering one from Raum was brilliant. With how much larger he was than a human, his expressions seemed to shine through with more force, more energy and joy than what a human was capable of. “You are very generous,” he said as if completely aware of what Elias was doing. “But I will not take long. Sit here for a few minutes and I will be back soon.”
He waved a little at him with a hand that could have easily cradled his entire body in its palm, almost in a little bit of a joking manner, before he turned and began heading towards where the steps were coming from. His blue robes swished as he walked with each step, making him look like some sort of enormous, graceful titan as he glided serenely through the trees and vanished far quicker than anyone would have thought possible.
Elias never tired of watching it and never stopped being amazed by it; how something so large could vanish so quickly and completely was always a mystery to him, and no matter how many times he saw the Kaldorians do it he felt like he would never get used to it.
He was left surrounded by the peace and serenity of nature. Glancing down, he saw the edge of the cliff he was on dropping down before him, a sheer face of rock that was nearly vertical in its shape, so he had no chance of survival if he managed to fall when Raum was not around to catch him. In fact he was up here in the first place because of the king, as climbing the rock wall would have taken hours on his part, and would have likely needed some sort of special equipment, whereas Raum simply picked him up and placed him on top of the cliff in a matter of seconds.
Without the Kaldorian around he felt far less secure sitting so close to the edge of the cliff than usual, and he quickly stood up and took several steps back from it, as if it was somehow dangerous and lunge for him when he least expected it. He told himself he was being silly, that he should not be so easy to spook like this, but his brain was having a difficult time listening to its rational side.
He should just sit there and wait for Raum, though he supposed it was rather smart to not put himself in any sort of danger while the giant was away. If nothing else he would not want to see Raum get worried in any way.
It all happened very suddenly, with absolutely no warning. One moment he was walking backwards, about to stop and then look for another place to sit while he waited for the king to return, the next there were hands on him, a weight crashing on him and restraining him.
Elias yelped and thrashed out of pure instinct, his brain struggling to understand what was going on, but his efforts were in vain. Whatever had happened these people had been prepared for it, that much was obvious.
“Got the giant-lover here!” he heard a triumphant voice yell from somewhere above his ear. “Let’s take him back!”
“No, we don’t have time! Let’s do it right here!” another voice argued with the first, all the while Elias still struggled against his captors’ hands with no result.
What was this all about? From the sounds of it and the fact that this had happened at all, these people must have been waiting nearby the whole time, waiting to do who-knows what, and now that they had Elias they had the perfect opportunity to do it.
He frantically turned his head to try and get a look at the people who were holding him, and so far all he saw was a group of five people, humans obviously, and they were helping hold him in place.
“Let me go!” he demanded, anger boiling up inside of him. He opened his mouth to yell, to call out for Raum as the giant would definitely hear him, but before he could one of his captors shoved a rag into his mouth and tied it behind his head as if he had been waiting for that moment.
“No calling for your oversized friend, traitor,” the man snarled at him, in a voice that sounded sincerely angry, and it made Elias freeze in fright. “This is between us humans.”
The way they talked… Elias was beginning to suspect who these people might be, and it was making his blood run cold.
Not all humans were accepting of Kaldorians or liked them very much. Some of these groups were even quite vocal and demonstrative about it, saying that humans needed to stand on their own and not cozy up to “giants,” and those were the best of them.
There were others who simply hated Kaldorians, who thought that they were some sort of abominations or freaks of nature, and that the less of them were around, the better. They were barbaric and brutal, and Elias knew that with some of these groups the only thing they hated more than the Kaldorians themselves were humans who associated with them, considering them traitors to their own species.
It seemed like his current captors were precisely those types. He and Raum had actually dealt with some of them before in the past, so he knew precisely what kinds of things these people were capable of, and his heart began to pound even faster in his chest. None of the people around him looked or sounded familiar, but that did not mean much at the end of the day.
“We gotta teach everyone a lesson about what happens to those who get too friendly with those giants,” another one of the men said, and Elias noted with a thrill of fear that he had a club in one hand.
“Starting with you.” He could not move to run, as he was still being held in place, and the blow landed into his stomach with a force that would have driven the breath out of him if he had not had his mouth gagged. He coughed, wheezing a little, but there was no time to recover or even brace himself as another hit landed from somewhere else. With five against one, it was impossible to brace for every single hit or fight his way past all of them, especially when he already was being held by at least one of them.
Still he tried, thrashing about again to try and break free from the grip holding him, and though he heard his captor cursing and struggling against Elias’s weight and strength, it ultimately proved useless. He was held tight and barring some sort of outside help, he wasn’t going anywhere.
A fist came next and slammed into his cheek, dazing him from the force of the blow and causing him to stop struggling for a moment as he tried to right himself. Then another blow hit, and another. It was becoming difficult to tell what was going on, as the blows and their subsequent pain seemed to be coming from all directions at once. The moment Elias thought he righted himself and got a hold on what was happening something would then come and destroy it all over again. He knew he had to be fighting at least a little, on instinct if nothing else, but it was hard to tell precisely what was going on.
Both his sight and hearing seemed to be getting mixed up, something he could hear but not see anything, sometimes he looked at the scene of the angry humans in front of him but could not hear what they were saying.
At some point the hands holding him captive abruptly let go, causing him to drop to his hands and knees
immediately. The sensation was incredibly painful, and it was done because of his body’s natural reaction more than anything else, and a groan of pain escaped him. He shuddered all over from it, his body one big knot of agony, and no amount of time or air he sucked into his lungs seemed to be able to help. Struggling to his feet proved useless, as his limbs seemed to not want to cooperate with him properly in order to make it work.
How long had they been beating him? Where was Raum?
“Oh no, we’re not done yet,” he suddenly heard one of the men say with a laugh, as if he was replying to someone else. “We’re just getting started!”
Then he landed a swift kick to Elias’s ribs, causing the man to cry out as pain lanced through his chest and he was thrown onto his side. Before he could push himself to his feet a boot pinned his arm against the
ground and another blow landed on his back.
“So you want to have fun with giants, huh?” someone shouted above him, and from the sound of it he had a feeling that they had been shouting something like this before. “You want to turn your back on your own kind and take some overgrown mutant over us! Here’s what happened to giant-lovers!”
If this was what happened to friends of Kaldorians, then it was obvious why someone preferred their company over than of humans. It was a rebuttal that popped into his head in an instant, and even if he would not have been gagged he would not have spoken the words anyway, as he knew that would have set them off even more. But where was he wrong all the same? From what he had seen of the Kaldorians they were far more accepting of humans than humans were of them, and he could not help but think how incredibly sad it all was.
These thoughts lasted only a fraction of a second though as they flitted across his mind, because the pain from the blows and kicks they were raining down on him were destroying all of his thoughts in waves of pain.
He had no idea if he was merely bruised, or if anything was broken. It felt like there was not a single part of his body that did not hurt somewhere and was currently not screaming in agony. He wanted to just get up and run, but they were pinning him down and he felt like he would not have been able to even if they were not. It was hard to move and coordinate his body, his limbs felt like they were no longer obeying him and they lashed out mindlessly, usually rewarded for his efforts with another swift kick, and then the whole cycle would begin anew.
“Let’s be done with it soon, before that giant comes back,” he heard one of the men say in a low voice, panting and excited through his exertions.
How much time had passed? It felt like an eternity, but he knew that Raum could not have been gone for that long. He said it would be quick and Raum never lied to him, even if whatever drew him away was more complicated than he thought It would be he would still have come back for Elias, that he knew for certain.
Another groan left him, an attempt to call out for help, but another kick silenced him with a gasp of pain.
“Shut up!” another man hissed at him, kicking him again for good measure.
“I think we got the message across,” the voice who first spoke said again. “We need some time to get away, still.”
So even despite all of their bluster, they were still cowards at the end of the day who knew they could not face Raum, or any Kaldorian for that matter, on their own. They would rather wait until they were distracted to inflict some sort of damage, rather than face Raum head on! It angered Elias to hear it, how they thought they were so clever when all they were were a bunch of pathetic cowards, but that anger did little to help him. It did not take away his pain nor help him get out of his current situation in any way, just help him realize what a truly lowly group of people these were.
“Let’s go then, quickly.”
Elias thought that meant that they were planning on fleeing and leaving him there for Raum to find later,
as a message. The thought of it was a terrible one, as the last thing he wanted was for Raum to see him like this. To watch the gentle, beaming face of his friend darken into sadness was one of the last things he ever wanted to see, and his heart pounded at the idea that it would happen. He did not want to make Raum sad or to worry him, and a part of him wondered if he could limp his way back to the Kaldorians himself before the king saw him, but he knew right away that was a foolish idea. What was there to do, though, aside from lay there and let the king find him? That was--
His thoughts were interrupted by hands roughly grabbing him under the shoulders and dragging him, causing him to cry out in pain as the agony of it jolted his entire body. It felt like it was on fire, and he panted, kicking a little again and listening to his captors cursing in anger. “Damn it, come and help me with him already!”
Then more hands grabbed him, lifting him off the ground entirely. Where in the world were they going? What was happening? In a daze he looked around, before he noticed that they were heading back towards the edge of the cliff.
Understanding crashed on him in a wave of pure dread, and he thrashed in their arms again, his aching body putting up such a sudden burst of strength that they did almost drop him, and he heard their curses again filling the air as they tried to keep a hold on him. “Stop that!” one of them shouted, and a blow to the head rocked his world so much that for a moment the edges of his vision went grey.
He was limp again, groaning a little, and felt himself being carried again, before he was thrown off the edge of the cliff.
For a moment he felt completely weightless and free, the bright sunlight in his eyes nearly blinding him and making it hard to realize where he was or what was really happening. His mind knew it, but at the same time it was hard to grasp it completely with his senses. It all felt so surreal, wrapped up in the haze
of pain his body was in and the past few minutes. He felt himself falling, and then there was thunder, a noise that seemed to split the earth and sky open and a great darkness descended on him, or maybe rose up to meet him? It was hard to tell which direction was which, all he knew was he landed on something far softer and warmer than the unforgiving ground which he had been heading towards.
He did not understand at first, not until enormous fingers closed around him protectively and he realized that he was in the palm of a gigantic hand.
Raum’s voice thundered around him in pure rage, so overwhelming and loud that he clapped his hands over his ears out of pure instinct, as the sound of it was painful to listen to. Within the confines of that protective hand he had no idea what was happening, no inkling of the outside world, but he did hear terrible noises coming from outside.
Some sort of crashing sounds, almost what he would liken to an earthquake, over and over again. Was it Raum making those sounds? Were they running somewhere? He could not imagine at all the kind, gentle king of the Kaldorians unleashing such a wrath upon anyone, and yet he had no other explanation for what was happening. Only a Kaldorian could be the source of those world-shattering noises, and the only one around him was Raum.
He clung to the palm he was in, noting that his initial assessment was not incorrect. He did fill up the giant palm quite nicely, just enough room in there for him to lay underneath the curled up fingers without
sticking out of it. It might have frightened someone else, being so trapped within this hand, the strength of which was so great that it could likely crush him without a second thought. But for once Elias was finally not afraid. He felt the infinite gentleness with which the hand held him, how lightly Raum actually put any sort of strength into his hold, and he knew without a doubt that the king was far more afraid of accidentally hurting him than Elias was of being hurt.
It seemed like the noises went on and on forever, and yet when they finally, abruptly stopped, it felt like it was too soon. Like some sort of terrible thing had descended down all within a second and had happened
so quickly that no one had any time to really understand what had happened. Elias was left lying in the palm, groaning a little in pain, before he finally moved and reached up to undo the knot of his gag. He spat the cloth out with a small cough, feeling his body aching in response to it.
Gingerly he tried to move, to wiggle his hands and feet and other limbs to see if that hurt at all, and it very much did, but at the same time he was fairly confident that he had somehow managed to not break anything. At least, he thought that if something was broken it would hurt a lot more.
Then the fingers uncurled and the light of the day shone in, and he winced and held up a hand to shield himself from the glare of it. Within moments the light disappeared, shade descending upon him, and he lowered his hand to see Raum’s face peering down at him, sadness and worry tightening his features and making Elias’s heart ache at the sight of it.
However there was also a fire in his eyes that Elias had never seen before, a narrowed glare of anger that almost at once had his heart seizing with fear, even though he knew he had nothing to be afraid of. He was not the one who did anything wrong, after all.
“Elias, what did they do to you?” Raum asked, his voice rumbling through the air even despite the fact that he was clearly trying to speak as gently as he could. There was a thread of anger coloring his words, and Elias wondered at that what had happened to his assailants.
Raum had clearly not seen nor heard the whole ordeal and for that he was grateful, but when he was looking upon Elias now…
He did not even want to look at himself. He knew he must have been a mess, but he tried not to acknowledge that to himself. The only thing he wanted to do was assure Raum that he was fine and alright, that everything was better now that the Kaldorian was here, though it was hard to make the words come to him at the moment. “Nothing too bad,” he said, knowing that was a ridiculous lie, so he added after a moment as Raum’s face scowled at him: “The throwing me off the cliff was the worst part.”
The hand around him quivered, and he sensed the huge muscles beneath him tense as Raum had to restrain himself. His other hand, though, had nothing inside of it to warrant caution, and Elias watched as
the huge hand clenched into a fist, cords of muscle as thick as logs standing out against his skin. “They were trying to kill you,” the king said flatly, not bothering to hide the truth.
He flinched a little at the words, though he knew it was true. Why else would they have done that other wise? Whether it was to send a message or to make sure that he could not identify his attackers later, they clearly did not mind taking his life for their ideals. “That surprised me too,” he said, trying not to groan at how idiotic that sounded. Surprised was one heck of a way to downplay it. “I thought they were just trying to beat me up, really.”
“Why did they do it?” Raum asked, his voice still tense with anger, before a huge sigh escaped those enormous lungs like a great gust of wind. “No, I do not need to ask that. I know why they did it.”
Elias gulped and looked around, seeing that the top of the cliff now (which he was eye level with in Raum’s hand) looked as if a tornado had come through it. Branches littered the place, smaller trees had been uprooted completely, utter destruction coming from everywhere. He blinked, wondering where in the world his attackers could be in that mess. Kaldorians were extremely pacifist and a peaceful people, but only they could have caused such havoc within a short amount of time. And to anyone who was caught in the way… “What happened to them?” he asked, not even sure if he truly wished to know the answer as he looked at Raum.
The king gazed back at him with a flat gaze, still lightly tinged with sadness. “They won’t hurt anyone ever again,” he said, his tone final.
No, he realized he did not want to know. Whatever Raum meant by that, he was glad to know at least that no other humans would end up on the receiving end of what he just endured. It was terrible, his body still ached everywhere and every smallest movement reminded him of the agony they had put him through.
“I am sorry,” he said, reaching to give the hand he was sitting in a pat.
Raum looked to him like he had just lost his mind, his eyes very bright and green in their shock. “Why are you apologizing?” he asked, sounding as if he truly did not understand why he was doing so. “What do you have to apologize for?”
“Well, nothing, really,” Elias said, his tone a little sheepish as he tried to give the king a reassuring smile.
“But I am sorry it happened, so I felt like I should say that.” The Kaldorian let out a sigh, his expression dropping even more. “If only all humans were as noble and kind as you,” he said after a moment, his gaze wistful. “Then nothing like this would ever happen in the first place.”
There was a moment of silence between them, Elias knowing deep in his heart that Raum was correct.
Humans really did not make the best name for themselves at times, and yet he knew that there was a great deal of potential to be had between them and the Kaldorians. He just hoped that incidents like this would not put his kind into too bad of a light to others.
“Humans are messy,” he said at last, trying not to around like he was justifying their behavior or making excuses for it. “We have a long way to go, but there are a lot of people who are sincere about wanting to be friends with Kaldorians. But, well, there’s a lot of different opinions around.”
Raum nodded at him, almost a little absently, as his eyes focused on Elias again. He could almost feel how those eyes pierced right through him, as if Raum could somehow see every single injury of his in the smallest of details. It was almost uncomfortable, how sharply those eyes looked at him, and the sadness once filled the king’s gaze. “We have to have someone look at your injuries,” he said, bringing Elias closer to cradle against his chest, as if he was afraid something else in the world would come by to try and hurt him. “I am sorry I left you alone for so long.”
The sound of his huge heart boomed against his chest, filling Elias with a feeling of deep, peaceful serenity. It was such a magnificent thing to listen to, beyond words. How that huge, powerful beat pulsed underneath him, through him, and how incredibly safe it felt to be there.
“You don’t have anything to apologise for,” he said, reaching out to pat his chest a little through the robes. “You could not possibly have known.”
The king made a noise in his throat, almost like a rumble, but it was a much more soothing sound than the word implied. “Now I do, and I will not let such a thing happen again,” he said, his voice firm as he began walking back, away from the cliff.
He wanted to apologize again, somehow, but he knew it would not help. Apologizing was not even the issue, the problem was that he simply wanted Raum to be happy again. Happy and carefree like they were before, and now that the king was upset he wanted to do everything he could to take it away. He could not, though, not without erasing what had just happened, and that was impossible. So instead he sighed a little himself, sadly, and rested against Raum’s chest while the other carried him close to his heart
I love the idea of a borrower being adopted by a bunch of frat dudes. I always see videos about frat dudes adopting babies and dogs and I think that concept with a tiny would be so cute, even better if the tiny is a little kid.
Like, you have all these huge frat dudes that the tiny thinks are so scary and intimidating, but they're all softies who do everything they can to make sure the tiny is taken care of. They spoil the hell out of the tiny and it's so sweet and loving because they all take on responsibility without questions...
My finished borrower house designs for class!
Underrated G/T prompts (in my opinion)
Giants being scared of tinies. Don't get me wrong, I love reading stories where a tiny is terrified of a giant, but I have yet to see one where the roles are reversed. Maybe the tiny is some kind of powerful supernatural creature or is maybe a well-known giant slayer. Maybe the giant is just simply terrified of tinies the same way a human might be scared of a spider. Maybe the tiny even takes advantage of the fact that the giant is afraid of them and manipulates the giant. Idk, I just think it's a pretty cool concept haha.
Giants ripping off the roofs of buildings. Idk what it is, but this is one of my all-time favorite g/t scenarios and I get so excited each time I see it. Some tinies are in a building, maybe a house or something, and suddenly, the entire roof is ripped off at once and a gigantic looming face stares down at the people inside. Maybe the giant reaches in to grab some of the tinies as they try to run. Maybe the giant has been searching for one specific tiny and they've finally found them. Idk it's just a really fun concept.
G/t where neither character is human. In most g/t settings it's either giant/human or human/tiny. While I do love these (especially giant/human) I think it'd be interesting to see a scenario where neither character is human. For example, a giant and a mermaid. Or a robot and a tiny alien. Or a fairy and a werewolf.
Giants in cities. When I do see this trope, it's usually used when a giant is destroying a city. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind that stuff, but it gets kind of tiring seeing it only used that way. Give me a curious giant who stumbled across a human city, peeking inside the windows of buildings and picking up cars and some humans even. Maybe the humans are afraid and running, maybe they aren't, maybe they are even excited. Either way it's a pretty cool concept.
Tinies that aren't afraid to stand up to giants. Maybe the giant is the kind of patronizing giant that doesn't realize that constantly teasing and infantilizing the tiny annoys them, or maybe they are just straight up mean and have no regards whatsoever for the tiny. Meanwhile the tiny has just about had it, and puts their foot down, letting the giant know how they truly feel and just what they think of them. They've been holding their true feelings in for a while, and now it all comes pouring out. Maybe the giant is ashamed and listens, maybe they snap as well and shout at the tiny, maybe they simply don't care, looking down apathetically at the tiny.
I've got many more I like but these are a few. Maybe I'll make a part two.
you know how some people sleep with guns or knives under their pillows for protection? KEEP YOUR KNIGHT IN YOUR BED INSTEAD!! FOR SAFETY REASONS!! THAT'S YOUR LIVING WEAPON!!!! #mylivingweapon
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i saw this post and laughed so hard at this idea that i simply needed to draw it. its literally them in a post !!!
in all realness, this image ushers in my return as i FINALLY finished my exams. nothing stops me now !!! i hope to post chapters and art more often now that i'm on summer break !!!
just been daydreaming about a world where tinies are the primary actors in modern day to create lower budget films
-cheaper transportation from filming location to filming location
-less costs for props and background creation/setup
-cheaper costs for costuming fabrics resulting in much higher quality and more extravagant costumes
-think of the adorable lunches the big producers/camera folk set up for them. huge feasts of fruit and pastries that are specially cubed for easier munching from the tiny crew
TINY ACTORS AND ACTRESSES AHHHHH
Tiny Actor and Giant Fans
Giants that never have been drunk before + a very jumpy tiny
Could you imagine? A tiny’s giant went out for a party, swearing they’d be back in a few hours. The tiny reluctantly agrees. Of course the giant sets the tiny up comfortably before leaving.
And what do you know, the giant comes back drunk. Yet this giant has never been drunk before, so they’re stumbling around and calling for their tiny (their only source of comfort). They start rummaging everywhere, lifting things and calling out. The tiny is already hiding, terrified of this now extremely clumsy giant. But inevitably the giant finds the tiny.
The giant is saying stuff like: “Awww!!~ You got even more adorable than before!” “My cute little buddy, let’s get you all comfy again~” or “Come on!! Let’s cuddle up together~”
And they just keep cooing to their little tiny, and the tiny is just utterly freaking out.
Love when giants get flustered because it’s like you’ve got this big, scary, deadly thing and they’re crumbling and blushing madly at one compliment and all of a sudden the fear factor is replaced with AWWWW okay big guy
g/t ideas: being forgotten
- Tiny riding around in a giant's pocket, or bag, or something, and the giant forgets that they're there. do they get left there? does the giant do something that almost hurts the tiny? or does the tiny have to escape?
- tiny forgets that their giant is, well, a giant. bringing them a gift that is much too small, calling out for them but not close enough to be heard, asking them questions that make no sense
- inverse of the last one. giant forgets that their tiny is so small. getting gifts too big, making too much noise, asking to see something and being surprised when the proportions are off, etc
- tiny forgets something out in the open at the Giant's place. giant discovers it. do they think it's cute? are they careful with it or do they end up messing it up? do they keep it? or give it back? does the tiny remember it?
- giant has a fear of bugs, tiny forgets this and tries to bring over their pet bug. elephant and a mouse situation
- giant forgets that even domesticated animals can be dangerous to tinies until the tiny hides from their pet cat, or whatever animal it is
all of these could be taken in any way. fluff, angst, crack, whatever
Intersex fairies with wings like this
hello i present to you trevor and bennett doodles, I was trying different brushes and painting styles and decided to use them as my test subjects muahahahaha
trevor and bennett belong to @ilovegt!!! love your story, keep making art, you're a truly inspiring artist 💕💕💕
ugh. gentle giants manhandling a tiny for leisurely purposes. massive eyes dilated and locked onto them, maybe the giant has their chin rested on folded arms on the ground or a table, while they carefully poke and prod and drag and squeeze and it’s INSANELY overwhelming for the tiny but they know they aren’t in any danger.
They can see the giant’s eyes crinkle at the corners, soft chuckle vibrating through the ground. Thumb and forefinger squeezing their torso, pinching their cheeks, dangling them upside down, pressing into their spine. Holding the tiny’s hand between their massive digits and squeezing just enough that their little fingers are splayed apart so the giant can feel each of them individually. Cooing, pressing the pad of their finger to the tiny’s face to feel their lashes and nose. Stroking their hair and tickling under their chin, muttering sweet nothings and repeatedly emphasizing how little and cute they are. Shoving at their limbs and tucking them into a little curled up ball to see just how small they can get. Pinching the back of their clothes to dangle them up to their eyes, drop them back into their palm and roll them around a little more. They push just enough to reach the tiny’s limits, if they squeeze too hard or lift too rough and the tiny yelps or expresses any pain then the giant immediately starts fawning and cooing and being extra gentle but by no means are they putting this tiny down.
and the best part is it can either be fluff, or the most terrifying fearplay experience, all depending on the tiny’s perspective on it. The nausea either way. sedative sedative sedative oh my gosh I need to be sedated I can’t get this out of my head
Wonderful Night 💸✨
I didn’t mean to go so hard on the rendering but I reached a flow state on one of the frames and just went with it 😭. Took me a whole month to finish but I enjoyed the process. Hope you guys enjoy it too!!
I'm gonna bet that every writer has been daydreaming on and off about making (even if it is waaay out of their skill range) at least one animatic/animation of their story and of course I'm no exception :)
This is probably never gonna be made but I like to imagine.
"Meta" (kinda? If there's a better word for it please let me know) scene for my main story "Two Worlds among the Stars" (not canon):
It's dark.
And it's cold.
...
Noah is alone.
Even when he's surrounded by other people he feels alone.
He's been alone for years now. He's used to it.
...
It's fine.
He's not fine.
...
Noah cradles his heart in his cupped hands and holds it close to his chest as he stands alone in the dark.
He's careful not to squeeze too tight. Because a heart is something delicate. It needs to be handled with care.
Or else it might shatter.
And putting a heart back together is not easy. Even more so when you have to do it all on your own.
No one likes to deal with a broken heart because of its sharp edges.
He has cut his hands many times.
Noah is not sure if it is worth all the pain effort. The end result doesn't look all that pretty either.
His thumb brushes over the uneven surface, he can feel every crack, every crevice, every fracture, every imperfection.
It's a mess. He's a mess.
That's why he keeps his heart close, hidden from others.
Protected.
Sometimes he fails though and an old crack splits open again.
He knows hearts are meant to be shared. Not his though.
Noah doesn't expect trust someone else to handle his heart with care.
It's too fragile, too ugly.
It's better this way.
...
Suddenly he's no longer alone.
John's outstretched hand appears in front of him, palm facing up.
It's simply.... there.
It doesn't do anything.
No.
That's not true.
It's.... waiting.
It's an invitation.
It's an offer.
The hand could just grab him, but it doesn't.
Instead it waits.
It's Noah's choice whether he climbs on or not.
No pressure.
It's still overwhelming in a different kind of way.
Noah hesitates.
Taking the first step isn't easy, neither is the second.
But with every step it gets easier. Not easy. But easier.
Progress.
It's slow.
But it's there.
Eventually he reaches the hand.
Noah pauses.
He almost wants to take a step back. He does.
The hand remains perfectly still. It doesn't pull away. Patiently waiting for him to climb on.
The hand lays flat on the ground, so it's easy to step on.
Still Noah hesitates and holds his breath.
This might be a trap. Or a joke. Or a misunderstanding.
...
Eventually Noah steps on.
The hand still doesn't move.
It waits.
It's waiting for him to settle.
Once Noah does he notices how warm it is.
A moment or two pass and nothing bad happens.
Noah takes a breath.
Then the hand ascends.
Noah is unsure and doesn't really know what to do.
It's strange. And foreign. But it's not bad.
Noah still keeps his hands close to his chest.
John's other hand appears next to him.
Next thing he knows, he's cradled in both hands.
It's even warmer now.
It's kinda.... nice.
Still strange. He's not used to the warmth. But he could get used to it.
Noah's held the very same way he's holding his own heart. Like he's something fragile that is worth has to be protected.
Like he's something precious.
It's tender. It's loving.
His tense muscles start to relax. His hunched shoulders sink down and with them his cupped hands fall into his lap.
Noah breathes.
This is nice.
Noah doesn't feel the need to keep his guard up anymore.
For the very first time in a long time Noah feels safe. Like nobody nothing can hurt him where he is now.
He looks down at his heart, somehow the cracks seem less visible now. Maybe it's not as ugly as Noah thought.
Maybe he doesn't have to hide it.
It's a nice thought. And maybe that's all it is. A nice thought. Too nice to be real.
And yet....
Noah looks up into a kind face. Kind eyes look back at him.
They are full of love affection warmth.
And despite himself Noah lifts up his heart.
...
Only for the scene suddenly to change.
...
Noah is alone. Again.
It's dark.
He's kneeling on the cold hard ground with his hands cradled in his lap.
Before him - shattered into tiny pieces - lays his heart.
Maybe even more pieces than the last time.
It's a mess.
...
Noah doesn't cry. His tears have run dry.
There's no use in crying. There's no need to cry.
He should have known better. Should have seen this coming.
It's his own damn fault for getting his hopes up.
And now he's paying the price.
He stares blankly at the shattered pieces on the ground and starts to sweep them into a pile with his hands, only for him to stop not even halfway.
There's no point in putting it back together. It's beyond saving. It's junk.
It's not worth it.
He wraps his arms around himself and lets out a shuddering breath.
It's cold.
@shybuns I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not implying anything lies. This is not supposed to hint at anything. Nope. Nuh-uh. Nothing at all.
I know it's not chapter 8 and it's not what I normally write either - heck! It doesn't even really count as g/t, but I like the way it turned out and I'm glad some of you liked it as well <3
NEW PEAK G/T animated pilot teaser just dropped
Please help this creator gain traction!!! We need this win for the gt community and their animations are so amazing!!!!
I'm gonna bet that every writer has been daydreaming on and off about making (even if it is waaay out of their skill range) at least one animatic/animation of their story and of course I'm no exception :)
This is probably never gonna be made but I like to imagine.
"Meta" (kinda? If there's a better word for it please let me know) scene for my main story "Two Worlds among the Stars" (not canon):
It's dark.
And it's cold.
...
Noah is alone.
Even when he's surrounded by other people he feels alone.
He's been alone for years now. He's used to it.
...
It's fine.
He's not fine.
...
Noah cradles his heart in his cupped hands and holds it close to his chest as he stands alone in the dark.
He's careful not to squeeze too tight. Because a heart is something delicate. It needs to be handled with care.
Or else it might shatter.
And putting a heart back together is not easy. Even more so when you have to do it all on your own.
No one likes to deal with a broken heart because of its sharp edges.
He has cut his hands many times.
Noah is not sure if it is worth all the pain effort. The end result doesn't look all that pretty either.
His thumb brushes over the uneven surface, he can feel every crack, every crevice, every fracture, every imperfection.
It's a mess. He's a mess.
That's why he keeps his heart close, hidden from others.
Protected.
Sometimes he fails though and an old crack splits open again.
He knows hearts are meant to be shared. Not his though.
Noah doesn't expect trust someone else to handle his heart with care.
It's too fragile, too ugly.
It's better this way.
...
Suddenly he's no longer alone.
John's outstretched hand appears in front of him, palm facing up.
It's simply.... there.
It doesn't do anything.
No.
That's not true.
It's.... waiting.
It's an invitation.
It's an offer.
The hand could just grab him, but it doesn't.
Instead it waits.
It's Noah's choice whether he climbs on or not.
No pressure.
It's still overwhelming in a different kind of way.
Noah hesitates.
Taking the first step isn't easy, neither is the second.
But with every step it gets easier. Not easy. But easier.
Progress.
Eventually he reaches the hand.
Close. So close.
Noah pauses.
Noah almost wants to take a step back. He does.
The hand remains perfectly still. It doesn't pull away. Patiently waiting for him to climb on.
The hand lays flat on the ground, so it's easy to step on.
Still Noah hesitates and holds his breath.
This might be a trap. Or a joke. Or a misunderstanding.
...
Eventually Noah steps on.
The hand still doesn't move.
It waits.
It's waiting for him to settle.
Once Noah does he notices how warm it is.
A moment or two pass and nothing bad happens.
Noah takes a breath.
Then the hand ascends.
Noah is unsure and doesn't really know what to do.
It's strange. And foreign. But it's not bad.
Noah still keeps his hands close to his chest.
John's other hand appears next to him.
Next thing he knows, he's cradled in both hands.
It's even warmer now.
It's kinda.... nice.
Still strange. He's not used to the warmth. But he could get used to it.
Noah's held the very same way he's holding his own heart. Like he's something fragile that is worth has to be protected.
Like he's something precious.
It's tender. It's loving.
His tense muscles start to relax. His hunched shoulders sink down and with them his cupped hands fall into his lap.
Noah breathes.
This is nice.
Noah doesn't feel the need to keep his guard up anymore.
For the very first time in a long time Noah feels safe. Like nothing can hurt him where he is now.
He looks down at his heart, somehow the cracks seem less visible now. Maybe it's not as ugly as Noah thought.
Maybe he doesn't have to hide it.
It's a nice thought. And maybe that's all it is. A nice thought. Too nice to be real.
And yet....
Noah looks up into a kind face. Kind eyes look back at him.
They are full of love affection warmth.
And despite himself Noah lifts up his heart up.
...
Only for the scene suddenly to change.
...
Noah is alone. Again.
It's dark.
He's kneeling on the cold hard ground with his hands cradled in his lap.
Before him - shattered into tiny pieces - lays his heart.
Maybe even more pieces than the last time.
It's a mess.
...
Noah doesn't cry. His tears have run dry.
There's no use in crying. There's no need to cry.
He should have known better. Should have seen this coming.
It's his own damn fault for getting his hopes up.
And now he's paying the price.
He stares blankly at the shattered pieces on the ground and starts to sweep them into a pile with his hands, only for him to stop not even halfway.
There's no point in putting it back together. It's beyond saving. It's junk.
It's not worth it.
He wraps his arms around himself and lets out a shuddering breath.
...
It's cold.