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sorry mandela fans i made ur guys giant/tinies

#sarah heathcliff #jonah marshall #adam murray #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #evelin miller #lynn murray #jude murray #ghosttrickanon #procreate #doodle #sfwgt #g/t #g/t art #gtmc #the mandela catalouge g/t

”How do you feel about sizeshifting?” A tmc comic by GHOSTTRICKANON

Yall ever have an idea so good you managed to do it and it works in YOUR favor???!?/1?!?

#traditional art #g/t #Gtmc #the mandela catalogue g/t #Im not tagging everyone you can kiss my lapiz #Ghosttrickanon #Sfwgt #giant/tiny

ok back to being silly, i don’t draw sarah often and i should change that.

#sarah heathcliff #the mandela catalouge g/t #Doodle #procreate #gtmc #ghosttrickanon

is based off of this comic- me gt-ifying these comics is a disease I'm sorry

#cherryflavoredart #g/t #giant/tiny #gtmc #furry #traditional art #the mandela catalouge g/t

Too much time on my hands

Imagine your bestie Cesar calls you (not mark) in the middle of the night, sounds like he’s in trouble (something along the lines of he can’t get out of the house or something- long story short he needs someone to come over) so you drive over. Once there you notice that the house looks really..full so to say, you note that there’s tiny cracks here and there. You knock on the door- you swear you heard something big move from behind it- you’re cautious now, given that those alternates may be behind that door you slowly start to regret coming over. But, you decide against your gut anyways, you don’t wanna leave your friend hanging after all. What you saw behind that door was something you’d never forget. It was your friend Cesar obviously, but he was huge! Like his head was against the ceiling huge, his foot (which was in front of you) shifted a bit- you could see the slight worry on his face as he tried to explain. But all you could focus on was how massive Cesar was, you could use the palm of his hand like a couch- you could use his stomach as a bean bag, you couldn’t help but flush a bit thinking about it. ‘Uh, y/n? You there?’ He asked, You snapped back to reality; you had no clue how to help him- but he could help you~. You sat on his ankle, slowly shimming up his shin, awkwardly looking for the words to - Cesar raised a brow as you obviously are not helping. “Heyyyy Cesar~, you think you could do me a favor?” you cooed. ‘I asked you first.’ ‘Ok but mine will benefit both of us!’ ‘How so?’ You gestured to his hand and then yourself, but he wasn’t getting the signs. Use your words for Gabriel sake. “I need you to hold me.” You sqeaked “How does that help either of us?” He exasperated “I’m tiny, and cute, and you have nice warm hands perfect for me to sit in!” … Cesar looked at you like :|, he was not for your foolery and he was on his last leg at this point. He quickly scooped you up,grasping you tightly (not enough to hurt you though) and held you close to his face, you could feel his breathe on your chest and face. Your silly energy turned into surprise- blushy surprise at that, your eyes widened as he stared at you judgingly. “What’s wrong y/n, where’s all that spunk from before?” He teased. You felt weak under his gaze, but not in a bad way, you pretty much melted at this point. It was going to be a long night or at least you’d hope it’d be Well, you get what you deserve, reader, sorry the author can’t help you this time.

#the mandela catalogue g/t #gtmc #Ghosttrickanon #G/t imagines #g/t writing #Giant/tiny #g/t #sfwgt #cesar torres #To anyone who sees this in the tmc tags just saying this right now A. It’s sfw and B. UH dont make fun of me #This is sort of a spiritual sequel to Sizecliff i don’t habe any size pun related titles so feel free to suggest some :]!

I hope the people in the tmc server don’t find me /nsrs

#mark heathcliff #gtmc #g/t art #procreate #doodle #sketch #g/t #the mandela catalouge g/t #ghosttrickanon #giant/tiny

Miller-Scule - by Ghosttrickanon

Evelin's breath hitched as the finger slowly traced her cheek, moving down to her chest. At this size her racing heart was the size of a fingernail, and her ribs were roughly knuckle sized -maybe a pinch bigger.

She tried to shield her face from embarrassment but she couldn't find the energy to. Though nothing was pinning her down she felt like there were handcuffs around her joints. The finger soon traced over her knees and shin, ending at the tips of her toes. The feeling of this gave Evelin goosebumps- making her shudder. She squeezed her eyes shut, not that she wasn't enjoying this, but more so she's flustered

But who wouldn't, I mean, when you're being caressed in the most loving way possible by a giant hand you wouldn't be 'calm' about this.

'Eve..' A voice called out to her. A hushed one, so quiet you wouldn't hear it the first time.

She drew out a shakey breathe and answered 'yes?'.

Soon Evelin heard the creak of a wooden chair. Two hands gently pressed down on the desk beneath her, soon a shadow appeared over her covering the only light in the room - which was the desk lamp. Something touched her lips - or rather her face. Two lips gently pressed against her, combined with the owner's shakey breath - its apparent that he's never done this before.

Regardless if she opened her eyes or not, for a brief second she wouldn't see anything anyways. But in cases like these it's something you'd need to feel, not see.

Coming up for air, the giant paced out the room, leaving the brunette alone. Sitting up she could still feel the lines he traced over her body and traced over them with her own hand.

Evelin felt her heart, her tiny little heart, beat against her ribs.

The only word that escaped her lips that night-

'Wow…'