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@size-shifting-astronaut
autistic sizeshifter who grows when they unmask and it’s a metaphor for learning to stop making yourself smaller for other people and becoming unafraid to take up space and be the biggest, most authentic version of yourself. is anyone listening
How to hold a giant
Here’s a dumb little sketch from my idiot clown hands anyways I want to loom over somebody but like; affectionately
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Pocketed
In which you spend the day with your friend tucked away in their pocket.
After enough time spent getting ready for the day, you find yourself gently enveloped in warm hands before being deposited into a deep shirt pocket. The moment you find yourself caught by the fabric beneath you, you relax and settle yourself in. You look up to see their face as they smile softly at you before a tiny pillow and blanket are carefully slipped in with you.
Despite being comfy enough already, it’s even easier to make yourself at home as you position the blanket and pillow to your liking. They provide additional support and comfort as you lay suspended in the fabric that keeps you safely contained, and just like that you’re ready to go.
Today is errand day, which means plenty of variety in stops, guaranteeing that you won’t be bored. You snuggle up as they leave your home and close the door, briefly reaching your hand out to place it on their chest over the fabric. They reciprocate by pressing their entire hand over you, tucking you close to them for a tender moment before letting you go.
After they take a few steps, you hear the sound of a car door opening, followed by your stomach dropping as they sit down in the driver’s seat, and a light slam of the door being shut. You hear the engine turn on, and soon enough, you’re moving. The motion of the car is something that once unnerved you, but now it soothes you as you lay tucked away.
Aside from the movement, light jostling from a turn, or the occasional music playing on the radio, there isn’t much else to focus on, and so you lean in close, covering one ear and pressing the other to their chest. You’re able to easily listen to their heartbeat and breathing, enjoying the moment of closeness together. If the ride were longer, you were sure you could have fallen asleep. They park, exit the car, and begin to make their way across the parking lot.
While the drives were nice, it was feeling the smooth sway of their stride that relaxed you the most, their footsteps constantly reminding you of just how much bigger they were. Not that you needed the reminder, though, as you currently resided in their pocket.
You hear them retrieve a package from the car, a supply shipment the two of you worked on to send to a mixed-size friend group you consider family. In it were clothes that would fit those of your size, snack options you’d made for all sizes, and letters from both of you. You’re eager to send it off, curling inward as the thought of their reactions excites you.
As they enter the post office, you hear idle chatter from other people sending off packages as you feel your giant take their spot at the end of the line.
You hear someone recognize them, and suddenly find yourself enveloped in one of your favorite parts about pocket rides. The sound, the feeling of their voice surrounds you. It’s calming, their tone warm and friendly to whoever it was that recognized them. You feel it rumble through their chest and into your entire body, relishing in the comfort of being so close to them.
“Oh! Did you bring the little one with you out and about today?”
You can’t help but smile as you too are recognized. Though you may not remember this particular individual, the idea that you’re important enough to be brought up even if you’re still nervous around strangers heartens you. You once more feel a hand gently press you close to them, their display of affection for you obvious in the gesture. You place your hand where their palm is over the fabric, then return your arm to the rest of you bundled under the blanket.
Their chat continues, and you listen in as they discuss matters relating to other mixed-size friends, the contents of the package you’re sending out, and other various topics as the line slowly moves.
After their friend sends off their mail, you hear them depart, and now it’s your turn. The exchange is short, shipping is paid, and the package is sent off.
Once more, you’re in the car, this time heading to the craft store to pick up fabrics you’re running low on. As you enter the store, you begin to awkwardly stand up in the pocket. Your arms reach up, trying to grab the opening of it, unsuccessfully given the depth of this particular pocket. You hear a soft chuckle before their fingers reach in slowly. You grab hold of them as you’re then lifted to the top, grabbing hold of the fabric and leaning over it with your arms crossed before you, keeping you stable and secure. Your legs dangle in the depth beneath you, and you idly kick them as you’re taken to the fabric section of the store.
You’re presented with numerous types of fabric with different patterns and material, both of you going over various options. You reach out your tiny hand occasionally to feel the fabric you’re interested in, the other clinging tight to the lip of the pocket to keep you from falling back in prematurely.
Once you’re satisfied with the fabric choices you’ve made, you’re content to dangle for a bit longer as you go through the rest of the store, making sure you point out other items you’d want to have around.
As the day progresses, and various other errands are completed, the sun eventually begins to set, and the warmth disappears with it. The next time you leave the car, a chilly breeze blows past you, and you begin to shiver. You give your giant a couple of taps on the chest with your hand to get their attention, and watch them pull the pocket open with a couple of fingers to acknowledge you.
“Hm? Oh, are you cold?”
You nod your head, tucking the blanket tighter around you. It could only keep you so warm with the air circulating around and beneath you. They’d only taken a few steps away from the car, making it easy for them to turn back and retrieve their jacket. You feel the pocket sway as their arms are slipped through the jacket, and suddenly you feel more pressure around you as you are tucked snugly against their chest, making sure you’re nice and warm. They leave the top of their jacket open enough for air to still flow freely, but the chill no longer affects you.
Before, you would lightly bump into them every now and then, but now you’re pressed right up against them, feeling their warmth, breathing, and heartbeat against you. You make yourself cozy as they approach the grocery store, the last stop of the day. Thankfully you’d made a list and didn't need to be ‘present’ for this part of the trip, which meant you wouldn’t have to endure the full volume of shopping carts all around you. You’re free to simply enjoy the warmth and comfort of being so close, protected from the outside elements.
You ride out the store run with ease, not even bothered by the occasional bending down to reach something on a lower shelf. You’re held fast with no chance of falling out of their pocket, though you still feel their hand over you as they instinctively react anyway. You smile to yourself at just how mindless it is at this point for them to keep protecting you. Even if you aren’t in danger, you know you’ll always be safe with them.
After they check out with your groceries, they head back to the car, pack it all up, and you feel them sigh deeply as they prepare for the return journey home, your final stop of the day. As you feel the exhaustion wearing you down, it is incredibly difficult to not pass out as they sit down in the driver’s seat. Everything is muffled aside from their breathing and heartbeat, and as they sit down, you’re tucked even more snugly to their chest. As the car begins to move, the motion soothes you further, and you’re finally given the opportunity to sleep through the ride home.
pov: not only are u trapped in a liminal space, u were trapped there by some sort of giant cosmic being
aka I have never seriously attempted to animate anything in my life sorry if I unknowingly broke every rule pertaining to it. I had a dream and access to YouTube so here's my rough attempt regardless
aaka art version of this
justin stewart
Promising my tiny friend id never ever hurt a tiny but one day they get cornered by their fellow tinies and I swoop in and save the day by. Hurting tinies. And despite the fact that I save their life they can’t help but see me differently from then on out
hangin by a chain
Sketchbook page I did when I was in a PHP at the beginning of da year :P … felt like a LAB RAT!!!
quick doodle !!!! Oh To Lounge On Farmland And Trace The Backroads With A Finger…
“Are you… are you trying to run from me? You’re kinda bad at it.”
“Listen, you giant motherfucker, I have bad knees.”
“Aren’t you like only 30?”
“I’M TWENTY SEVEN.”
“That’s even worse. Why are your joints so-“
“CAN YOU JUST GRAB ME OR LET ME LIMP AWAY? PLEASE.”
I NEED unintentional fear play gt content INJECTED into my VEINS
Giant finds tiny and grabs them so they don't get away, and the tiny starts shaking a pleading not to he hurt, and the giant just has to try consoling them even though the tiny is scared out of their mind
Giant *yells* at a tiny, perhaps out of genuine anger, maybe even squeezing them by accident, and the tiny just starts crying, not knowing what to say or do, and the giant slowly realizes they took it to far and just just completely shift 180 into being soft and comforting, trying to fix their mistake
Giant thinks their being good and nice to the tiny since the tiny is going and agreeing with everything they say, but the tiny is actually scared out of their god damn mind, only going with the giant out of fear, which keeps building up until the tiny accidentally screams or runs away or does something that lets the giant know how scared they were, which just devastates them
AAHHHH I NEED!!!!!
dating someone 60 feet taller than me. call it a long distance relationship
i hate when people are like “i really understand what it’s like to be Prey… to look up into the jaws of a predator and know it’s my purpose to be Consumed…” like bitch no, prey runs away, you’re some other shit
i know what its like to be Burger 🍔....
How do we feel about crops? Any crop enjoyers here?
