#petite-pocket-bee

[somedaynotsoon]

CALLOUT POST

Thank you for reading this shitpost

I actually greatly enjoy all three of these people go follow them they have good blogs @giantessfeferi @scarfofsilver @petite-pocket-bee

[strawbunny-slime]

Sweetheart, would you kindly befriend me and my town?

Somehow, it’s only a few minutes after you’ve sent this message that the world around you turns very nearly pitch-black, the sun overhead either having quite suddenly vanished in the western skies for the night - which seems unlikely, since it’s not all that late - or having been replaced by something big enough to block it out. A rain cloud, perhaps? It seems to be the only plausible explanation. Your brain brings one other explanation to mind, but it seems so unlikely - you only just sent the message, after all, and aside from that, in the world beyond Sugar City, few believe the city itself is even real. It seems too good to be true.

And yet, your curiosity gets the better of you. You step away from your computer to investigate your house’s surroundings - and out of the nearest window to you, all you can see in one direction is a translucent wall of pink. Your heart nearly stops; you weren’t quite prepared to see something this big, especially not so soon. Pictures and stories and hearsay just don’t do it justice; you live in a decently-sized town, but compared to the mountainous wall of sludge that seems to have simply appeared at one edge of the outskirts, you don’t think there’s a single mark of civilization in the world that the goliath slime-rabbit - that’s who it has to be, no doubt about that - couldn’t hold on one hand…no, on one fingertip.

You’re at an absolute loss for words. Were it not for the fact that Sweetheart, in rumored conversations with others, has always been described as friendly, you’d be convinced that your entire town was due to be absolutely pulverized in a second or two, and from the hundreds of stories of particularly destructive giants around the planet over the last few months, your hind brain insists that it’s high time you packed up and moved out of town as soon as you can - and yet, transfixed by the infinite ocean of pink muck on the horizon, you can do nothing more than stare. Unfortunately for you, the slime-rabbit’s face is silhouetted by their position in the sky, their head blocking out the sun - or you would have seen that they were staring back at you.

Without a word of warning, a single, heart-tipped pillar of pink gunk slams into the earth with enough force that the crust of the planet itself should have been broken apart - and yet, you realize, you wouldn’t even have noticed that the finger, wider around than your town and a few dozen acres of empty space around it, had even arrived on the planet’s surface if you hadn’t just seen it for yourself. There’s no tremor, no distant, explosive thunder, no intimidating cracking as the planet’s crust is broken apart beneath your town - just an ominous silence and, occasionally, the rhythmic sound of leaves on trees shuddering to the breath of the miles-tall slime.

The ground below you lurches; you’re hurled to the floor. In the distance, beyond your window - beyond the edges of your town - the pink mass shifts in color, slowly but surely. You can identify a patch of hotter pink, a tuft of fluff-shaped sludge on what you assume is their chest, an enormous buckle made from glinting silver and an almost incomprehensibly large wall of pastel pink leather. For just a minute or two, the horizon is occupied by a hot pink heart-shape hovering in the sky, almost attempting to replace the sun - so close to your town, relatively speaking, that you’re starting to fear that a single drip of misplaced saline, if the slime-rabbit can even produce any tears in the first place, could swallow your town and a few miles of land surrounding it.

Don’t be afraid. You’re safe now!

Down below, a whisper, sweet and bubbly and all too cheerful - barely audible to the slime-rabbit, and yet impossible for anyone in your town to miss. Now other folks in other houses are starting to look outside. Starting to panic, you realize, and yet the slime-rabbit takes no notice. Atmospheric haze quickly bathes their eye, then their face, in a distinct blue tinge as the finger presumably positioned under your town lowers itself to just below…something on their collar. You blink a few times in confusion; rumors of Sweetheart say they have a heart-shaped charm dangling from their collar, and yet the only object you can identify here is a bottle just big enough for your town, suspended from their collar by a thin-looking chain - thin for them, at least, but each link is wider around than your home town.

With one free hand, they unscrew the shimmering silver cap from the bottle itself; you barely catch sight of a few holes poked in the top of the bottle. Something to make sure you - and the others in town - have enough air. For a second, you feel like you’re in free-fall, the world around you bathed in pink - you’re weightless, you could float up to the ceiling - and suddenly you’re on the ground again, and gravity has returned to normal, and everything has gone quite strangely still. Your town has been bathed in an ominous darkness, a wall of shifting, bubbling sludge - like the inside of a lava lamp - taking up everything to the relative south, a ceiling of glinting silver suspended too many miles above the rooftops for anyone inside to have any means of getting out. A sweet humming sound, gentle and kind and inexplicably welcoming, fills the air around you and everyone else in the neighborhood; the initial panic quickly settles down.

That’s another rumor you’d heard about them, isn’t it? They’ve been known to collect cities - and your home town, and everyone in it, has just become a part of their collection.

[littleleoheart-archive]

(🕂☎) " U-Uhm.... hey. Us Tinies need to... st-stick together, right? You seemed really nice so.... may we be friends? "

:33 < of course! i’m always up fur making new friends

[somedaynotsoon]

Giganimal Crossing with Petite-Pocket-Bee, Part 2

First part is HERE.

The tiny mayor, sitting on his perch, had no idea what to ask Isabelle. “I don’t know if I can ask any good questions, miss Isabelle! I simply wouldn’t know what to ask about a big dog like yourself!” He looks her over once more, and adds “there’s a lot of you to ask about, from my perspective! I don’t know where to start!” he didn’t quite know what else to say, so he just sat and waited for her response. 

[somedaynotsoon]

Giganimal Crossing w/ PetitePocketBee

((Replies are okay, but anyone other than @petite-pocket-bee I’ll ask to refrain from reblogging and adding text. Thanks! This post is the starter.))

The soon-to-be mayor got off the bus, onto the platform leading into town. It wasn't particularly remarkably bustling, but for now, he was just a normal person moving in, and he didn't notice anything strange, in particular. He stood near the platform, not quite able to decide where to go first, Town Hall, or the local store. Both seemed likely places to go to discuss residency.

[somedaynotsoon]

Follower Appreciation Post #2

According to tumblr, I have 50 followers now. I went through the list, though, and I counted 46. Maybe I dropped four along the way somewhere. That’s a bummer

But what’s not a bummer is that first number, which is double the number I had when I did my first Follower Appreciation Post. So, just like then, I’m gonna give a shout-out to just some of my absolutely great followers. 

First up, Follower #50 is @selli-hiddenite . 

Some discord friends who followed me more recently: @mopthelop, more specifically @mop-mod , as well as @diegogtratty and @horhardaho 

Super friendly people I’ve had chats with: @petite-pocket-bee , @your-gt-things , @strawbunny-slime , and @tinyscorpio 

Some folks with particularly impeccable blogs: @charconiantsa ‘s blog is hilarious. @tasty-bayo-sushi ‘s vorecentric blog, and @pywackett-barchetta, which it is very possible to lose yourself scrolling through.

Last and least shoutout to those 4 people I didn’t know no longer followed :(

And hey, if I didn’t announce you, I still greatly appreciate your follow, and hope you stick around and enjoy my blog! 

[strawbunny-slime]

Sweetheart, please show me some of the cities you've collected, would you kindly? I'd love to actually feel big!

It’s late at night in Sugar City when you ask your question, but luckily for you and your recently-bottled town, Sweetheart doesn’t seem to be in a sleeping mood yet - even while the miscellaneous tinier folks in the office (all of whom are, compared to you, still positively enormous, with the tallest of skyscrapers at your size likely not even big enough to reach the ankles of any of the tinies around the room) are quite universally unconscious, exhausted by the stress of days spent protesting and petitioning. The thunderous scratching of a ballpoint pen on a state-sized piece of paper far below your shrunken hometown makes it difficult for the pink slime-rabbit to hear your voice, but after a minute, they pause, glancing down toward the bottle suspended from their leather collar and, quite unceremoniously, plucking one of their floppy lop-ears off of their shoulder - letting it drift down to cover the bottle. You, at your minuscule size, can’t make much of this event, save for the fact that there are now two pink walls blocking off the horizon, but you decide to make your request again - and the slime shifts their ear away from the bottle to think on the idea for a moment.

It’s not long before your town’s bottle is moved once again; miles above, the sound of metal grinding against glass indicates that the bottle’s silvery lid is being removed; the horizons are blocked off by smaller walls of pastel pink. Atmospheric haze makes it impossible for you to see the heart-shaped tips of the slime’s fingers as they should be, but you can still tell that the bottle is being carefully gripped by two pudgy fingers - perhaps a finger and thumb? - and, after a minute, you find yourself feeling weightless once again as the bottle is carefully escorted down to the wooden surface of the desk. When the slime’s fingers are removed from the sides of the bottle, anyone at the edges of town would have an easy time getting a good sense of just how small they are now; little imperfections in the surface of the desk look more like vast craters and endless, twisting canyons at your height.

The sight takes a backseat to something far more important, of course. You can barely tell, from here, that the slime-rabbit is moving in their seat, but after a minute or two of rummaging around in a distant desk drawer, they retrieve a glass petri dish - wide enough around to put the bottle your town is contained in to shame - and set it down on the desktop a few miles away. The distance is short-lived; the gentlest touch from the slime-rabbit leaves a thin layer of pink slime at the bottom of the bottle, and your town is picked up, lifted into the air - and deposited in a patch of green moss at one edge of the petri dish. Even at your size, it’s a little tough to tell what it is you’re looking at - but after a few seconds, you can identify trees and roads, cars, the occasional person or two, and after a minute, an entire city at one edge of the bottle - as tiny, to you, as your own town is to Sweetheart. The buildings just past the edge of your bottled-up town, even at their tallest, wouldn’t quite reach your ankles; even the odd, out-of-place mega-giant that you’re now noticing on the outskirts of the petri-dish city is only big enough for you to hold under one arm, and they seem to be a bit unnerved by your town’s sudden appearance near the city’s borders.

You earn no further response from the slime-rabbit aside from what you can barely identify, from this distance, as a cheerful smile.

[krisispiss]

Freshly Squeezed, Periwinkle, Puple Mountains Majesty

Freshly Squeezed: What excites you?

Lots of things tbh! Certain songs, Anime... video games... Being with frieds, almost being done with work, holding hands with my partner 💕

Periwinkle: What’s something ordinary that has personal meaning to you?

TBH I have a box of stuff thats just kinda ordinary things that I’ve collected over the years, with some marbles, and an old mouse track ball and rocks and a chain necklace and stuff and its all really cool! 

Purple Mountains Majesty: How does someone earn your respect?

Just be a nice person!!!