Hello everyone! My name is prism and welcome to my G/t blog! I will primarily post/reblog G/t related content on here. My main is skyn0va. Header image drawn/commissioned by entomolog-t.
She/her late 20s. Asexual. I made this blog purely for my interest in g/t (giant/tiny - if you don't know what that is then what are you doing here?), as it consumes my life and I needed somewhere to express my interest for it. This blog will not contain any v*re (aside from mentions of it, or potentially mouthplay/fearplay).
MINORS DNI! 18+ I am an adult and I do not want minors interacting with my blog/work. I will be reblogging some nsfw g/t fics/writing on here but there will not be nsfw art/fanart reblogged onto this blog.
I do aim to upload some of my g/t writing onto here when the mood takes me. I also like anime, cartoons, video games, Disney, Marvel, and various other fandoms.
My fandoms that I am currently hyperfixating on:
Baldur's Gate 3
Transformers
Sonic the Hedgehog
I also like various TV shows, cartoons, Marvel, anime/manga, and video games.
I also cannot follow back on this blog as this is a side blog. My main is @skyn0va which contains all my other interests not including g/t.
My tags:
prism speaks - my thoughts/daily brainrot which is pretty much always related to g/t
prism writes - any writing that I upload on here will be 100% g/t related, can be fandom related or my own original work
Bite-Sized - g/t focused Baldur's Gate 3 fanfic, primarily focusing on Astarion and my borrower oc, Ria.
Handle Me With Care - g/t focused Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic, takes place immediately after the events of the Sonic 3 movie. Follows the story of my tiny mouse oc, Kaia, and her relationship with Shadow the Hedgehog.
My art blog - my blog dedicated to purely my own art, there will be g/t art content as well as non g/t related content
Click here to read Chapter 13 of Handle Me With Care on ao3
Summary:
In search for the next Chaos Emerald, Shadow, Kaia, and Sonic arrive at Glyphic Canyon and find an old temple created by the Black Arms. An unexpected visitor awaits for them inside the ruins.
Pairings: Shadow x tiny!mouse oc (purely romantic/fluff, slow-burn)
"There he is!" Freya shouted as they stepped onto the docks of the inn where Tav and Astarion were waiting for them. She could barely contain the joy of gloating to the vampire about this moment. She turned to Lilia and pointed to one of the pilings on the dock by him. “Help me over there.”
Lilia gave her a wry smile and wrapped her arms around the borrower before taking off.
“Oh, Astarion!” Freya called out as they landed on the wooden pillar. “Guess what I did!”
Tav smiled as they looked over the group of refugees lining up before the flaming fists. “It looks like you guys went on an adventure.”
“We sure did.” Freya beamed. “I helped save these people; even saved Minthara from getting attacked!”
“Oh, you should have seen her!” Lilia jumped in the air. “She was shooting bastards in the eyes left and right! They couldn't even swing their swords at us!”
Freya had to hold back a laugh as Lilia continued to embellish her actions. She looked up at Astarion who remained ever so silent for once. “So Astarion… still think I can't help out?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, sure.” He replied with a distant look in his eyes. “Tav can discuss that… excuse me, I must go.”
He slipped away, leaving Freya more confused by his response.
“What was that about?” Lilia asked.
A solemn look glazed over Tav's face. “There was a woman who wanted Astarion to bite her… she wouldn't take ‘no’ for an answer until I intervened.”
The air weighed heavier around them. Freya looked over at Lilia who went quiet as well as they both came to the conclusion that gloating at a later date seemed irrelevant. Ignoring his consent for what… live out some vampire fetish? It was sick. “Will he be okay?”
Tav gave a soft smile. “I think he just needs some space.”
Freya nodded and silently swore that if she ever met that drow later, well she would give her a piece of her mind.
“Hey soldiers!” Karlach marched over with a wide grin on her face. “We need to head inside to celebrate! Maybe even show Minthara how it feels to be on the right side.”
“Oh, absolutely!” Lilia beamed as her wings perked up, ready to take flight. She then tossed her arm over Freya's shoulder. “I know she needs one after the fight she had.”
Freya laughed but turned back to Tav. “Are you going to join us?”
“Go on ahead.” Tav replied. “I need to talk to Halsin about the curse.”
“Oh, alright. See you later.” Freya kept her smile but she felt her heart crack at their response. Warm hands scooped her and Lilia up.
“We'll make sure we save some ale for you.” Karlach grinned. “But we can't keep the party waiting!”
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The joy from the party was infectious. From the bard playing tunes, to the ale pouring into mugs. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits even with the darkness that loomed over the lands. The threat still lurked in the shadows and there was more work to be done, but this was their moment, and the former prisoners were going to enjoy their newfound freedom again.
Despite the joy, Tav still infected Freya's mind. She waited for them by the table with Jaheira, Karlach and Lilia. She wore a grin as more alcohol poured into her thimble but she couldn't help but glance over at the door across the room where Tav was. She thought that maybe the conversation with Halsin would be brief; after all, what more could Halsin say? The comatose man that may have been a link to the curse still laid there, muttering the name Thaniel over and over again. With no more leads than what they already had, Freya could help but feel annoyed at Halsin for holding Tav up.
Lilia crashed into the side of Freya with a loopy grin on her face. “And then this one shot the warden at about ten meters from the perch she stood on!”
“Knock it off, Lilia.” Freya scolded as she tried to wipe off the ale she spilled on her linen top. “Astarion's not here to lie to.”
Hmm, true…” Lilia leaned back to take another swig of her drink. “But I figured we should keep the bit going in case he comes around. Don't want anyone else to call you out if he talks to others.”
“Well the party's winding down, so I doubt others will hear about my ‘tales of heroism’ now.”
“Perhaps you should just tell the bard to pluck a tune that keeps your tales alive.” Jaheira chuckled but downed a glass of wine. “Gods know my ballads convince people from knowing reality.”
“Not a bad idea.” Karlach mused. “But we should probably bring up the fact that I cracked a few hits at that warden.”
“Oh absolutely!” Lilia squealed. “It could be like: ‘As the warden relished in her own kinds’ torture, our fiery friend drew the first punch to free the tieflings.’” She cackled and stumbled on her rear. “Or something like that, I don't know…”
Freya let out a titter at the drunken pixie. “None of that rhymes.”
“Well duh, I'm not a bard.” She huffed out. “We need to get that tiefling to figure that out… What was her name again? Alflie?”
“Alfira.” Karlach corrected.
“Yeah her!” Lilia beamed up at Karlach. “You're so smart.”
Karlach chuckled and reached out to lightly scratch Lilia’s head. “Appreciate ya, dropplet.”
The creaking of the door alerted Freya and she broke away from the banter and hopped over to the edge of the wooden table. Seeing Tav step out made her brighten up tenfold. She waved her hand over. “Tav! Tav! Over here!”
They crossed over with a tired smile on their face. “Enjoying yourself?”
“I guess so.” She shrugged as she took in the monk's appearance. Their orange robes were speckled with blood, dirt, and sweat; dark circles colored the bottom of their eyes. They looked utterly exhausted but Freya just smiled and leaned against a bottle of wine. “You look like you could use a drink.”
“No doubt about that.” They chuckled. “But I don't think I have the energy to enjoy the festivities.”
“Not even for one drink?” Freya gave a mock pout, but her eyes danced with a mischievous glint that challenged the monk.
“I don't think I could even handle a drink after the amount of undead we had to fight just to get back here.” They replied.
“Quitter.” Freya scoffed as she tried to hide the disappointment in her voice.
“Aw come on, that's not fair.” Tav argued in a lighthearted sense. “I didn't get to enjoy a relaxing boat ride like you did.”
Freya still wasn't convinced.
“How about I owe you a drink tomorrow?” Tav suggested. “Then we can have a drinking contest.”
As much as Freya wanted them to stay with her tonight, she couldn't argue when Tav looked as exhausted as they did now. And she wasn't going to selfishly keep the halfling here if they were mentally drained. “I'll allow it.”
“That's the spirit!” Tav reached over and patted Freya on the head. The soft touch made Freya lean it a bit, yearning for Tav's intimacy. But then they pulled away before she could get lost in the bliss. Tav gave her a warm smile that melted her heart and headed for the exit. She stared at them for a bit before snapping out of that daze before calling out: “Bye Tav!” in a higher pitch than normal.
The moment they were gone, Freya turned back at her mates to see matching smirks on their faces. “What?”
“Not very subtle.” Lilia snickered.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Freya insisted.
“Ah young love.” Jaheira teased. “I remember when I tried to deny my own heart's desires.”
Freya's cheeks flared up. “No no, that's not at all what that was!”
“Come on Freya, we all see it.” Karlach chuckled. “Don't act like you don't have feelings.”
“Yeah, Jaheira and I just met you and we see it clear as day.” Lilia said while she sauntered closer to the borrower.
“Then get your eyes checked.” Freya glared at Lilia who had a grin so smug, she thought about smacking it off. But her eyes would dart to Jaheira and Karlach who shared similar grins that made her cheeks redden.
“I think it's time I cut myself off for the night.” Freya pulled out her grappling hook and descended down the table. The buzz she felt made her stumble a bit once she landed on the ground but she willed herself to look sober as she walked across the floor and into a crevice of the nearby wall.
Alone in the darkness, with only the distant chatter and the aching wood that groaned with each step she took; Freya had a moment with her thoughts.
‘They weren't serious.’ She told herself, it's just a joke because of how close she grew with Tav; like when Astarion teasingly flirts with them. Surely they understood why a borrower and a larger being couldn't be together.
A dim light led Freya out of the inn. The cool air filled her nostrils to clear her head of the wine. She just needed some sleep.
“Hey, Freya!” The shrill voice made Freya look up and spot Lilia buzzing over to her in an erratic pattern, holding a thimble of what was likely alcohol. Her feet hit the ground in a stumble and gave the borrower a toothy grin.
Freya just rolled her eyes, thinking about how there should be a rule about flying intoxicated. “What do you want now, Lilia?”
“Can't I make sure a friend makes it back to camp safely?”
“So you can continue to harass me?” She crossed her arms. “No thanks, I'm good.”
Lilia let out a sigh, dropping that impish smile. “I'm sorry for that, I just wanted to let you know that it's okay to have feelings for Tav.”
“I don't have feelings for Tav!” Freya snapped back. “Besides, it wouldn't work out for obvious reasons.”
“For obvious reasons.” Lilia repeated with a cocked eyebrow. “You really think you two can't be together because of your size?”
“It's a little hard to show affection in a traditional sense when a larger being has to pick you up just to kiss you.” Just saying that out loud made Freya's cheeks grow red. She had thought about this so many times. The idea of Tav trying to kiss her, only for their plush lips to engulf her face. They could never wrap their arms around her, never go on dates in public, and intimacy? Forget it! Nothing between them was going to happen.
“Larger beings,” Lilia snorted. “You make them sound like they're gods walking among us.”
“That's just what my colony called them.”
“Really? Gods, did you live in a prison?” The corners of her lips perked up into a playful smirk.
“Sometimes I felt like it.” Freya couldn't help but share a smile, although her mind drifted back into the colony. She had grown so accustomed to traveling that the colony felt like a lifetime ago. For the first time in a long time, Freya felt free from rules… but her heart still ached when she thought of Skaars Hollow.
“Then why do you still adhere to their terms?” Lilia took a step closer. “The big people aren't special just because they're bigger than us.”
“Force of habit?” Freya squeaked out.
“Look, you may be inclined to use your home's descriptions of the big people but it's obvious you don't view Tav like that.” A mischievous mask slipped off of the pixie to reveal a more genuine smile. “So why not take the chance and tell them how you feel?”
Freya glanced away, arguing her point was tiresome. As much as she tried to deny it, she knew she desperately wanted it to work with Tav. But even if borrowers and larger beings could be together, would it matter? Would Tav even feel the same way?
“I think you should quit worrying and take a leap of faith.” Lilia gave Freya a knowing look and shoved the thimble into her hands. “Take a shot, loosen up, and toss aside what you were told at least for this moment. You might be surprised.”
Freya couldn't hide the smile that crept up on her face. “Is this a shot for luck?”
“If you want it to be.”
Shaking her head, she pressed the thimble to her lips, a bitter taste hit her tongue but Freya chugged through. If she could down this piss water, then she could summon the courage to tell Tav her true feelings. “Thanks, I needed that.” She said as she handed the thimble back to the fairy.
“Good luck.” Lilia flew back up in the air but stopped short just above her. “Oh, and if things work out well with you and Tav, I could probably tell you a few things Karlach and I did that might help you two out with the intimacy issue.”
Freya's eyebrows shot up. “Wait, what?”
“Good luck.” Lilia said with a giggle before soaring back to the inn. Leaving behind an arousing thought within Freya's head.
The borrower shook off those wandering thoughts, telling herself not to even go there right now. There would be no sex if she didn't even try to ask out Tav.
She walked briskly back to camp rehearsing the words she wanted to say. Would it be better to outright tell them about her feelings, or should she dance around the subject of being in a size difference relationship and see how they felt? The more Freya thought about it, the more her heart pounded, the pep in her step faded into a trudge. The doubt threatened to pull her back to the inn and drown her feelings in more drinks but once she stepped into campgrounds and saw the emptiness, confidence bloomed in her chest. Good, there won't be an audience around.
Except for Astarion.
Freya silently groaned as she saw the pale elf standing at his tent. Worst of all, Tav was there too. If anyone was going to tease her for this, it would be him. But he was not going to stop her! Once they were done talking she would get Tav alone and finally tell them how she felt.
And so Freya slipped into the tall grass and snuck over to his tent. Each step was as quiet as a mouse. Maybe it was risky to eavesdrop on a conversation had by two of the most perceptive members of the group, but she was not going to underestimate her own stealth. Once she got close enough, she peered through the grass to listen in. She looked up at the unaware giants and noticed that distant gaze was still on Astarion.
“It would have been so easy to just bite her.” Astarion's voice had a different tone in it; the loud flair that he often used to charm everyone into listening to him was gone. “A moment of disgust and then I could just go on about my day… like the last two hundred years.”
They were talking about that drow. Gods, she must have been so vile to make Astarion this shook up.
“I would never ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with.” Tav replied with a warmness that made Freya's heart melt. Gods, they were so understanding.
“And I'm grateful.” His face turned crestfallen. “But also guilty.”
Tav raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Astarion drew in a breath. “I had a plan… a nice simple plan, seduce you, sleep with you, make you fall in love with me that way you'd never turn on me.” He let out a chuckle in an attempt to lighten the situation. “Two centuries of practice should have made this easy. All you had to do was fall in love and all I had to do was not fall in love back… and that is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.”
Anger threatened to force Freya to pop out and snap at Astarion for doing such a thing. She understood his desperation to keep safe while traveling but to use Tav in such a way, that was awful.
“Astarion… y-you didn't have to do that.” Their voice grew quiet.
“I wish I hadn't.” Astarion met Tav's eyes. “You're perfect, and you deserve something real… I want this to be real.”
No! There was no fucking way Tav would ever go for someone who used them for sex! Freya's heart beat furiously in her chest. How dare he have the audacity to do such a thing and then confess his feelings to them!
But what made Freya's heart drop was when she saw a smile grow on Tav's face. They took confident strides over to Astarion and wrapped their arms around his waist. Their head buried in his stomach.
Like Freya, Astarion was taken aback by Tav's hug. He slowly dropped to his knees to hug them back, now pulling them close to his chest for what felt like a long time. Then tav pulled away, giving a longing look in Astarion's eyes as their hand traced up to his angular jaw. “I'm so happy to hear you say that.”
Tears welled up in Freya's eyes. She staggered back, clamping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sobs as she ran away. By this point the tears blurred her vision, she didn't care where she stumbled off at this point. Confessing was pointless. How stupid was she to think that a borrower could compete with a larger being?
A/N: I said I wasn't going to apologize for the absence but while I was writing this, something happened.
Back in February I had to say goodbye to my beloved Cat who was with me since I was 13. Simba was the best cat I ever had and during that time I found it difficult to write. So now this is the first chapter I have completed since his passing and I am dedicating this chapter to him. I hope I have healed enough to continue writing at a decent pace but even if I don't just know that I am determined to continue this.
If you have any pets, I ask you to give them extra treats, spend time playing with them, and hold them close tonight.
Shot in the Dark Bonus Scene: tumblr exclusive - “First Kiss”
Spoilers for 2024 Shot in the Dark below
This takes places sometime shortly after the end of book 1. Sylvia’s POV. Very rough, but still fun and Anne and I think about this bonus scene all the time! Their first “REAL” kiss— we hope you enjoy!
TW: none, very fluffy!
@kendsleyauthor
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“You’re sure you’re okay?” I asked.
My heart was still racing from the spectral plane. We’d made it—it was safe and it was incredible. I still felt the ghost of Jon’s strong arms wrapped around me as I looked at him across the bed, wiping away the last of the blood trickling from his nose.
“Doesn’t even hurt,” he assured me, his tone even and pleasant—so I knew he was telling the truth. “I’ll bet it’s just a consequence of visiting as a human.”
He tossed the tissue aside and rolled to face me, his eyes bright in the lamplight. I chewed my lip—nerves and excitement and what the fuck am I doing with a hunter all clamoring inside me.
The straps of my bralette slipped down my shoulders as I sat up, legs folded on pillow. I moved closer to him, away from the spectral rune of dirt we’d formed on the bedding.
“I’ll admit, I’m getting so used to seeing you covered in blood, it might be strange to see you without it,” I said. I wrinkled my nose, smirking. “I’m worried I’m into that now. Would that be terrible?”
Jon snickered softly. “I’ve heard far worse.”
Stars, he was handsome. Something tender in his eyes shifted as he looked down at me, intensifying. My throat tightened as resolve took hold of his expression, and he reached for me. I wondered if Jon would ever know what it was like to have a hand the size of a wall racing toward you. Surely not. But he was more delicate day by day, and his touch was feather light as he cupped my side, brushing up my arm with him thumb. Catching my cheek, caressing the traitorous swirls on my face.
I had to look so fragile and pathetic to him here. It was hard not to glance back at the spectral rune—surely, he would want the same. He’d want to touch me properly. But his gaze, the growing tension in the air between us, made me bite my worries back.
What is he thinking?
Slowly, haltingly, Jon rolled toward me. He leaned down—my heart racing at the nearness because here, unlike the spectral plane, I could feel his heat and the smell of him and it drove me wild—close and closer until he was all I could see. My entire world.
I shut my eyes, gripping the side of his hand. Jon’s lips brushed against the side of my face, warm and featherlight pressure. He pulled away in my shocked silence to read my expression.
“Was that—“ he swallowed, frowning. “Too weird?”
I opened my mouth, but words failed me. All I could think was how small I had felt against him—and equally treasured. The taste of his skin was fresh on my tongue.
A sigh cut above—Jon dragged a hand over his face, color quickly flooding his sun-kissed skin. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He trailed off, and I showed him mercy—smiling, lounging back with my head tipped back lazily. I gazed up at him like he was something to be devoured.
A heavy pause drew out between us as he watched me. Jon’s expression melted into surprise—recognizing the gesture for what it was: an open invitation. A curious, dark grin took hold. In the cracking silence of the motel room, with only our shared breathing breaking the emptiness, he leaned down with more certainty this time. He kissed my lips—or rather my face—so gently, I wanted to vanish into him.
pet peeve of the day aka me being a bitch real quick,
it annoys me sm how whenever g/t related stuff like shrinking rays or giants or whatever show up in mainstream media theres always people complaining "well that doesn't make any sense, it wouldnt be scientifically possible". bc no shit, its a fantastical element so its very existence in a piece of media suggests the media is including fantastical elements and thus not rooting itself firmly in real world science.
I stg i see it EVERY time (when antman entered the mcu, about every old timey giant monster movie, most recently about The Miniature Wife in facebook comment sections) and its also given sometimes as a reason to why there cant be more non comedy/kids media involving said size shenanigans "bc no one would take it seriously".
I feel like it has to be some form of media illiteracy bc a good chunk of the time itll be in a show that's already very clearly not rooting itself in real world science (like the MCU) and even when it isn't, again, its very existence in a story should automatically cue people in that perhaps the story isn't aiming for scientific realism. One doesn't sit down to watch a movie about vampires and go "yknow what the problem with this is? vampires don't exist in real life, this doesn't make any sense!" that'd be ridiculous to do.
side note: im all for a speculative "ooh would this be possible?" or "how could this be possible?" take like you see with superpowers or sci-fi tech, that is distinct in my mind from complaining about a piece being unrealistic bc it includes purposefully fantastical, unrealistic elements. I feel like it also sometimes has a vibe of "I Am Very Smart" in pointing out sci-fi (emphasis on the fi) happenings aren't possible as if no one else had considered that
(That aren’t just the same “in a fist”/“pinched at the waist”/“plucked by the back of the shirt”/“pinned down”, although I LOVE those too obviously)
Giant’s thumb on one shoulder, opposite shoulder has the giant’s middle finger resting on it, index finger is rubbing the tiny’s head while the other fingers support the side of the tiny’s body. Works especially well if they’re curled up on the couch together
Hooking a finger around the tiny from behind so that when they’re lifted up, all the pressure goes to their stomach and it’s almost painful but not quite
instead of pinching by the shirt collar, pinching the MIDDLE of the shirt in front of them so their limbs fall backward limp and they feel like they’re falling for a second as they’re elevated
Sitting in the giant’s palm but the tiny’s arms and legs are wrapped around one of their fingers, or better yet, legs straddling one finger while the tiny wraps their arms around the one beside it as well, poking their head through the gap between those two fingers
front jean/pant pockets.
in the giant’s palm, with the giant’s hoodie or shirt sleeve pulled over them as a makeshift blanket
sitting on the giant’s lap, with the tiny’s back resting against their stomach/torso/hip bone etc depending on their size
right at the neckline of the giant’s hoodie, securely tied up in a knot or bow with the hoodie strings
scooped up from under the arms. No contact with the torso but they’re still being lifted.
Giant sitting with their knees pulled towards their chest and the tiny sitting on their knee, now closer to their face
Leaning next to the giant’s thigh, especially if on a couch or bed so the weight shift pulls them closer
on a pillow, giant’s arm corralled around the tiny so they’re smushed between their cheek and bicep dsjhjdjjd
Fanart for @sm0lprism and her oc Kaia! This is a sketch I made for her and our discord server about sonic g/t! (The server is +18 but SFW btw if yall wanna join) her character kaia is from her fanfic “handle me with care” and is really good yall should read it!
Click here to read Chapter 13 of Handle Me With Care on ao3
Summary:
In search for the next Chaos Emerald, Shadow, Kaia, and Sonic arrive at Glyphic Canyon and find an old temple created by the Black Arms. An unexpected visitor awaits for them inside the ruins.
Pairings: Shadow x tiny!mouse oc (purely romantic/fluff, slow-burn)
