Well, well. I decided to post something. So here it is: fan art for @tea-potato-gt featuring their original characters, Briar and Jace, as sea creatures. I admit Jace might be a bit hard to recognize, since I tried to draw his hair underwater—not to mention he ended up looking much older than he actually is. I think that’s because I drew inspiration from a pose I found on Pinterest. Anyway, let's just say time has passed for them. I also wanted to include Layla in the background, but I ended up scrapping the idea. Maybe next time—who knows? Oh, and yes... I’m the anonymous person who asked for the color palette. In fact, I had already started, and the result looked like this.
Yes, I know, it looks much nicer with dark colors xD I showed it to my cousin, and she said Briar looked like a maggot in yellow... That’s why I asked for the color palette: for their lower bodies. Anyway, I love @tea-potato-gt story and characters, and since I’m by the sea right now, I wanted to draw them in their aquatic forms—even though I don’t claim to be an artist. Like I said, I traced the poses from an image I found on Pinterest;
(I’m not sure if that translation is very clear).
Sorry if this is hard to understand. I still don't speak English and I still don't know how to use Tumblr. The text was translated using Google Translate.
You wake up in a grumpy mood. You quickly learn that you're not the only one.
You wake up after a night of sleep, but it didn’t particularly feel restful. Your dreams, while not explicitly nightmares, were difficult and annoying to deal with, and have left you wishing you hadn’t experienced them in the first place. You force yourself out of bed, groggy and in a relatively sour mood, and drag yourself out of your room.
You’re not ready to take on the day, not by a long shot, but you are awake regardless, and will just do your best to power through it. As you begin to make your way to the kitchen, you hear footsteps behind you, and they’re approaching you quickly.
Just as you’re about to turn and greet whichever brother is behind you, you cry out as, instead, two arms reach down to swiftly scoop you up. You quickly find yourself in Erik’s grasp, and he holds you close, greedily so, as he makes his way back upstairs to his room.
You sigh quietly as you lean against him. You’re not super eager to be held, but you’re not complaining either. He keeps quiet as he cradles you, one of his hands on the side of your face as his thumb strokes your temple.
He enters his room and immediately approaches his bed, sitting down and turning to lie down on it. As you settle on his chest, you look up to see him laying back and looking up at the ceiling with annoyance evident in his eyes, clearly not in a great mood either. He huffs beneath you, but the moment he tilts his head down to focus his attention on you, it all melts away as he meets your gaze with warmth in his eyes and a soft smile.
You hadn’t noticed his sweater until now. He gestures his head to direct your attention to the edges of it that he’s holding up, waiting for your response. You nod your head, lowering yourself down completely on his chest as he tugs the edges of it together before carefully zipping it up over you, tucking you snugly against him. As if that wasn’t enough, he pulls his blanket up to cover you under it with him, and then finally, his arms drape across you, holding you even closer to him.
He doesn’t say anything as he keeps you tucked so close against him, he just lets you be and holds you. You’re grateful for the quiet distraction, sighing as you try to think about anything other than your stressful dreams.
Erik begins to absentmindedly run his hands over your body, and you feel him take in a deep breath himself. You know he’s noticed your sour mood, and you wonder if he’s doing this more for your sake or his. You don’t care, either way, as you’re clearly benefiting from this.
You nuzzle your face into his chest and snuggle in, feeling safe, secure, tucked away. He hums softly, affectionately, in response to you making yourself at home. You press your ear against his chest and listen to his heartbeat, hearing it beating slowly and soothingly. He takes a deep breath, squeezing you just a bit under his sweater before releasing it slowly.
You find yourself feeling nice and cozy, all bundled up on his chest like this. Enveloped in warmth and darkness, you’re left to your thoughts. You think to yourself about the growing relationship you have with the brothers, how comfortable the three of you are with things like this happening. You don’t question your safety with them even remotely, even when they scoop you up out of nowhere. As you contemplate, you take a deep breath yourself and release it in a soft, content sigh.
You feel somewhat isolated from the rest of the world as he keeps you hidden away, a feeling that you realize is calming you down. Here, you don’t have to worry about anything except for Erik, and you’re able to focus on the incredibly comforting aspects of this time you’re spending with him.
You sigh again, this time with a soft hum as you let yourself fall limp, and you feel him chuckle again as he calms further himself.
You look up as you feel the mini-giant lift his arms, seeing light shining in as he lifts the blanket and unzips his sweater enough to peek in at you.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice rumbling beneath you.
You eagerly nod, nuzzling into and clinging to his shirt. He responds with a hearty chuckle, zipping his sweater, pulling the blanket back up and resting his arms over you again. His voice still comes through, but it’s ever so slightly muffled under the fabric.
“Good. Sorry for kidnapping you, I just saw how you were walking, and I wasn’t feeling great either, and I kinda wanted to just, y’know… wrap you up a little, see if that would help.”
“Mhm,” you mumble, burying your face into his shirt again as you listen to and feel him talking. His actions have helped tremendously, you’re much more at ease now as he keeps you close.
You’re well aware now that this is exactly what you needed to help cheer you up, your sour mood having long since been lifted as he just holds you to himself. There’s something so comforting about just laying on his chest with him like this, curled up and taken care of as he rests and holds you close.
You hear and feel him yawn, feeling the urge to yawn overwhelming you as you too reveal just how sleepy you still are.
“Aww, do you want to try and get some more sleep? I’m not going anywhere.”
You feel the blanket lift again as he awaits your response. You tilt your head to look up at him, yawning again and earning a less audible, more visual ‘aww’ on his face as he briefly admires you. You bury your face and smile to yourself as you curl inward, clinging to his shirt and closing your eyes.
“Yeah, go ahead and get some more sleep then. I’ve got you.”
His tone is calm and reassuring in the same manner that his voice rumbling beneath you is. His hand continues to soothingly stroke you, a constant reminder that he’s still paying plenty of attention to you. The gentle weight and pressure above you, combined with the warmth, breathing, and heartbeat beneath you send you into a doze not long after.
Just before truly falling asleep, you’re woken by the sound of footsteps and a voice.
“There you are! Have you seen- oh, I see. Nevermind, then.”
You quietly laugh to yourself as Drew realizes what’s going on, and Erik gives you a couple of soft pats to ensure he knows where you are.
“I was originally going to say I’ll be making lunch in a bit, but I can wait. Think about what you want. Oh, and uh, I call dibs next time!”
Knowing now that you’ll have to be on the lookout for Drew later on has you looking forward to the rest of the day, a far cry from how you were feeling earlier. No matter how you feel, these two always seem to be able to cheer you up.
With that in mind, you snuggle in before falling into a doze once more, but this time, you’re able to follow through. All bundled up with Erik, completely obscured from sight and enveloped in warmth and comfort, you drift off peacefully, finding much more restful sleep this time than the night before.
Personality: To put it simply, a shithead. If you’ve got any coin or item they deem worthy, it is sure to disappear mysteriously from your grasp (and put into their pocket.)
With that, they’re also very terrible with socialization in general. Constantly irritated and without much social experience, they are often incredibly blunt- only giving somebody the time of day if it is necessary or intriguing to them.
Fernlyn Pip will rarely accept help, let alone ask for it. They were raised to be independent, and any ‘suggestion’ that they even might need assistance enrages them.
Background: Raised in a village far within the forest, forgotten by their government, Fernlyn was abandoned at birth by their biological parents and left to be put in the closest thing the town had to a foster care system. This however didn’t last as a long chapter of their life, the human escaping from the system at only nine years old and finding their footing in survival as a thief. This earned them the nickname ‘Pip’, due to their annoying nature amongst the townsfolk.
Thievery also proved to be a worthy tactic, their short, childish frame lowering people’s guard and allowing for secretive movements. Even when caught, locals were unable to catch them due to their agility and deceptively fast pace- still, nobody put much or a search or bounty on them for being a simple petty thief, a young one at that.
That was until they stole from a wealthy man, visiting the village for business.
It was little more than a few coins to buy a couple of meals- but the amount didn’t matter to a man whose ego was as much as his wealth.
He put a bounty on Pip, not for the return of his money- but for a message. Upon capture, he ordered them banished- with nobody around that had enough care to object.
Through their journey in the forest, Pip nearly dies- not having the adequate skills to survive a winter in the wilderness. That is until they are found by a giant.

They’re for a G/T rp I’m doing…not much actual g/t in this post but I haven’t posted in a while so I wanted to prove I’m still tossing and turning!
Pssst, new around here and you are clearly more familiar - is there a tag for g/t structures/environments/buildings? I’ve seen stuff tagged as “dollhouse” for tiny environments but none of the search tags for “oversized structure, big structure, etc” have come up with anything for large environments!
Honestly shocked and grateful that I'm considered like a 'familiar' person in this community 😭
But as for your question, I don't really understand what you're asking. I guess if you're looking for model fit for tinies, you could look under #miniatures, #dioramas, #models or a mix of the three. If you're looking for people making scaled-up versions of tiny items (buttons, pins, etc.), you could look under #borrowers people make items there.
As far as I know, there is no widely used tag post for posting g/t environments. Sorry if this wasn't helpful!
Having a silly Giant/tiny brain is great because like when you feel like total shit you can imagine yourself being picked up by one of your favourite characters as they like. Fight against the negative shit.
Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk. I'm here all week.
You know that 'Post like you're in the Omegaverse trend'? What if we did that with g/t?
Like assuming borrowers (of different species, or even different sizes), humans, and giants all coexisted in the same universe, because it would be so hard to communicate (especially for tinies and giants), wouldn't people use social media to connect?
Ahhh, it would be so cool!
I'll start I guess, feel free to reblog or tag it with like #gtiverse or something if you wanna continue
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As a borrower (I know the term is dated but I personally identify with it) Do y'all like tell the humans whose house you're living in you're there?
Like, for example: I moved in to this apartment a couple years back, nice area, good work schedule, plus the bean always had food on the shelves (unlike the college student I borrowed from, some five years ago. Ugh! Only packaged junk food and Uber eats! It sucked SO BAD.) Anyways, so I've been noticing that the bean seems to suspect something?
Usually I'd just move on to the next hide, especially the moment they put out rat traps. But the bean instead has been like, leaving food on the counter? Idk it's weird maybe they just got sloppy or something?
And before anyone comes for me I know they have tiny homes and like human co-living program for borrowers and such. But I have can't trust it, it's like what if they're getting us all in one place to do something?
Plus, even with all of the tiny person rights bills passing I still see segregated resterants everywhere, I know they claimed it's for safety but like, come on. How hard it to hire a tiny person work crew and chefs? It CANNOT be that hard.
I've been watching the human go about their life, and they seem fairly normal. Idk, I'm scared that if I reveal myself, they'll get scared and try to squish me or kick me out. Or, God forbid, they're part of that HANDS (Humans Against Non-normal Dimensioned Species)
