idk who but I can absolutely see sunshine saying this to Reese lol
6. “LET GO OF ME YOU FOUL BEAST-“
and absolutely not getting their wish. our just getting dropped lol. malicious compliance
Contains: Reese is an asshole, but what’s new?
Wordcount: 343
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Something that always entertained Reese was how these little people talked. Some of them talked with enough slang that made no sense to him, and others talked like they were Shakespeare. It was kind of fun to listen to the differences.
At the moment, he was lying on his stomach outside of town, watching a little festival going on. He wasn’t sure what it was about… something, something, eggs? Reese hadn’t really been paying attention when Cade had explained it to him, but he didn’t mind watching all the little people running around and having a good time. There were, like, tiny chickens that were being appraised and judged and someone had brought out a prize egg that they assured Reese was absolutely massive, and he guessed it looked pretty big in their little hands.
The true big buzz of activity in the festival was a swooper egg that Reese had brought to show off. Everyone had been impressed at the size, even though it was smaller than the chicken eggs that Reese remembered from his world.
All in all, it was a nice day out.
At least, until Reese heard a fight breaking out not far away from where he was lying down and watching. He turned his attention away from the very pleasant music and dancing to see what was going on.
Two men were getting in each other's faces, growling and shoving, and Reese waited until one of them actually attacked the other to grab them both up.
Instantly, they both started shouting at him.
“UNHAND ME YOU FOUL BEAST!”
“THIS DOESN’T CONCERN YOU, GIANT! LET GO!”
Reese grinned and dangled them both by the back of their jackets over the ground, raising his arm to make sure they could see the big drop beneath them. “You sure I should let go?”
That made both of them shut up, so Reese brought them back down closer to the ground.
“Let's be civil, hm?” Reese flashed all his teeth at them in a twisted grin. “I’d hate to ruin the festivities.”
5. “I’m sorry- I didn’t see you there little guy.”
After a good amount of back and forth, I decided that you would get to see some Beryl in his pre-imprisoned state! Done in second person! Don’t worry, this didn't get gory even though Beryl was very much an asshole here!
Contains: Some angst/suspense, Beryl being careless with tinies, and I think that’s it.
Wordcount: 821
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You had a very simple life, as a shepherd. Most days were just watching and defending your sheep. You had a very healthy, hearty flock under your care, and were lucky enough that wolves were scarce in this region. No diseases ran rampant through your flock, and the rivers were slow and shallow, lazily winding their way through the landscape.
A light doze in the warm afternoon sun turned into a bolt of sheer dread that had you sitting upright, your crook clutched tightly.
Something was wrong.
Your eyes scanned the flock before you, every sheep looked to be accounted for, but they had all gone very still, very quiet. All of their heads were turned towards a direction, just watching.
Slowly, you rose to your feet to see what might be approaching. For a long moment, you saw nothing that would justify the dread in your chest. And then, you saw it.
A shadow, black as night, was stretching and morphing and racing across the ground, steadily getting closer and closer to your flock. At the crest of the hill, it paused, gathering and swelling into a large mass that began to raise from the ground.
The deep shadow gave way to dark blue skin and a human-like shape took form. Dread turned into terror as yellow eyes appeared on the face and sharp teeth became visible.
You knew this being. Beryl. One of the Gods. A bringer of death and destruction and chaos.
The sheep began to bleat with terror and run in any direction away from this massive, horrid being. You had half a mind to join them in panicked fleeing, but the rest of you knew that they would not be able to survive, scattered across the fields unprotected.
You tried to herd the terrified animals into one direction, but you felt the ground buck beneath your feet. Beryl was moving, taking steps towards you and your vulnerable, scattered flock, leaving the ground a flattened mess in his wake.
“Stop!” You changed your course, sprinting towards the towering being, waving your crook above your head to get his attention. “Please! My sheep! Stop! Do not trod on them!”
A shadow fell over your head, a massive foot that was falling from the sky, set to crush you into mud.
“Please, my lord!” Your knees hit the dirt with your plea, every muscle in your body bracing for the end.
Nothing.
Your heart continued to pound in your ears, but your life was not snuffed out. The shadow above your head shifted, and the foot shifted back and settled on the ground not an arm’s length before your face. You lifted your head and saw yellow eyes locked onto your minuscule body.
“Apologies, my lord.” You whispered. “My flock is in your way, please do not destroy them. Give me a chance to move them to safety.”
Yellow eyes blinked, and a voice like thunder rumbled from behind fangs. “I didn’t see you there, little one.” Fingers larger than yourself suddenly seized you from behind and raised you to the giant’s face, locking you in a steely trap. “Silly little mortal, I almost squashed you. What has you throwing yourself beneath my feet?”
“My flock is in your way.” You managed to speak without stammering, despite the drop beneath you and the fangs before you and the crushing grip surrounding you. “I need them, and I merely ask to be able to move them in a way you will not crush them.”
“Flock?” The being looked around and then looked back to you. “I will never understand you humans and your obsession with these little animals.”
Your heart leaped into your dirt as the giant crouched down and with a wave of his fist that still held you tight all your sheep suddenly stopped mid run and slowly returned to a group off to the side. Their movements looked so stiff, so forced, and they were extremely still once herded again.
“There. No need to throw yourself under my feet.” Beryl brought you back to his gaze and shifted you into an open palm. “Such a brave and stupid mortal. But, you know your place.”
Something heavy landed hard on your back and pinned you solidly in place. A shock of cold, followed by searing heat flared across your back. You all but choked on your muffled cry, but before you could even realize what was happening, you were dropped onto the grass in the shadow of the deity, finally freed from his grip.
“Goodbye, little one. Not every being like me would stop.”
And like a breeze, he was gone. Your back stopped spasming with pain just as your sheep seemed to come alive again, calmly wandering around like before he had shown himself. That night, in a bucket of water, you were able to lay your eyes on the brand that was left upon your skin.
saw a post with a spelling mistake and somehow my brain interpreted it as accent, so...
imagine a giant with such a thick regional accent that the tiny fully cannot understand them, thinks they're speaking a different language.
Meanwhile the giant is a little incensed that their guest is ignoring everything they're saying! They told them their name like half an hour ago! There's no need to keep calling them 'giant'! A little demeaning if you ask them.
Tiny is living an alien abduction film, and the massive person holding them is starting to look ticked...
-Ra :)
Oohhh that is really interesting! One-sided language barrier!
I'm sure that the giant in this situation isn't too happy about being seemingly ignored. Hopefully the tiny tells the giant they can't understand sooner rather than later!
10. “No don’t cut me a smaller slice! I want the same portion you have!”
~Omie
This version of the prompt will be Borrower!Heather and Doomguy. I took a bit of liberty with the prompt, but I think you’d like it
Contains: Just some tiny shenanigans.
Wordcount: 374
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The Slayer and the other large-scale inhabitants of the Fortress had plenty of systems in place to make sure that the smallest residents were not in any danger. This included a small chime the borrowers could use to indicate where they were to the bigger inhabitants.
He heard the chime ring out loud and clear and glanced down to see who had joined him in the kitchen. On the floor, near the base of the counter, stood Heather. She was one of the youngest borrowers here, a little thing he had taken from a human that had been keeping her like a pet in one of the quarentine zones. She was deaf, and only just learning sign, so conversations were slow, but steady between her and the others.
She saw him look at her and waved the little device above her head, making it chime a few more times.
With a chuckle, he bent down and let her climb on his hand to bring her up to the counter. He had been putting a sandwich together, and maybe she was hungry.
Up on the counter, she slid onto the surface and almost immediately locked onto his sandwich. She looked up at him and made that soft little ‘ah’ noise and pointed at the sandwich.
‘Hungry?’ He signed and got a big nod in return.
The Slayer finished up making the sandwich and went to cut a little piece off for Heather, but she pushed at his hand, making a little squeak of protest.
He tilted his head, but stopped to see what she wanted.
‘Bigger.’ She pointed at the sandwich.
After a moment, he angled the knife to cut a little more off for Heather and looked back at her for confirmation.
‘Bigger.’ She signed and pointed again. She made a little dividing motion with her hands.
He paused and then shifted the knife to cut the sandwich in half.
Heather bounced on her feet and nodded.
The Slayer chuckled softly as he cut the sandwich in half and let the little girl claim her piece that was so much larger than her. She couldn’t eat that much, but she apparently had a point to make, he could wait before claiming what was left.
would you prefer to suddenly shrink, suddenly grow, or be the person now responsible for a friend or family member who suddenly shrank or grew?
also, what scale would you find most preferable for your choice?
In a g/t fanfic world, i'd like to suddenly grow. It sounds fun.
Realistically, I would rather be responsible for someone who suddenly shrank. Be a giant without all the problems that come with realistically being a giant.
It was the second ever multi chapter GT story I ever wrote, the first time I wrote a polycule, and it is my favorite because it's the first story I completed that I can look back on and feel HAPPY that I made it. The first chapters are.... okay. And I loved the confrontation bits between Jackie and the borrower clan.
