#ultra micro

[somedaynotsoon]

Gift for Infinitetesimally

@infinitetesimally - I present, a piece of an anthro Sylveon, playing with her reeal smol trainer, two days late. 

Contains: paws, ultra micro/macro, furry, playful domination, continuous shrinking, socks, and so on

“Let’s see...at last measurement...” She holds the ruler next to you, standing against it on tiptoes. It has a bunch of added markings between each number, and though the distance between each one is imprecise, as a whole this modified foot-ruler has been an extremely useful resource. 

“You were...40 micrometers yesterday, right?” Your Sylveon asks. Her pink hand-paw is unsteady, and the ruler occasionally bumps your behind, nudging you forward a bit, towards her crouching, massive body, clad in naught but undies and sock, neither of which match her natural pink and white fur patterns. She’s a bit stocky, with a bit of chub and what cruder folks would call “plump thighs”, but really it’s just that she’s a bit thick in every part of her body. Also, “sock” IS singular. She’s only wearing one, the other one fell off a few minutes ago and she hasn’t really gotten around to putting it back on.

“Well, good news! You’re 4 micrometers today! Maybe 3! How exciting!” Her cheery voice flows over you like a cotton candy windstorm. She slowly lifts the ruler, and stands back up to her full standing height. She shifts a bit closer, almost standing directly over you, and leaning over a bit. She moves the tips of her feet towards you, as though pointing with her legs to show everyone where you were. Not like anyone without QUITE good eyes could see your speck-like body, anyway. 

“Alrighty! Is my teensy trainer eager to get back to fitting between my toes or what?” She cheered, and each of her fluffy pink toes on her unsocked foot thumped down in rhythm, creating a localized series of magnitude 6 earthquakes across the floor where you stood as long as you could before falling over from the shaking. Her other foot, socked in a weird color that you couldn’t quite place but knew didn’t jazz well with her pastel colors, followed suit. The frayed, somewhat disheveled fibers almost seemed to be struggling to hold her foot back, as though they were a fiber cage for the beast that was her sole. You could see her massive toes between the fibers, and thankfully the fabric dampened the earthquakes from this foot.

Not that she’d wait for your answer, because she knew it was yes. She splayed the digits on her bare foot, lifting so you could see the pads on the underside of her foot, and chuckled as she brought her heavy paw above you. Her heel thudded down first, then the ball of the foot, supported by soft, plump, pink pad, and then her first two toes, landing to either side, creating a wall around you. You looked up, between the toes more than several thousand times your paltry height by a large margin, up the leg which towered over them, to the titantic, fluffy body of the Sylveon you’d evolved not too long ago. She wasn’t quite *THIS* affectionate when she was an eevee. Certainly not this hands on, and nowhere near as excited that her trainer was microscopic.

Still, you couldn’t complain, not when - 

*SCRUNCH*

The toes hugged tightly on either side of your minuscule form, as though she were trying to pop a grape between her toes. You were too tiny for that, though. The squeezing rubbed at you, and you found yourself slowly get lost in a small, difficult to detect groove on Sylveon’s toe. 

Your uber-massive pokemon then started pacing around, looking for her dropped sock, causing shift after shift in gravity from your perspective. Each step was a roller-coaster, each THUD of her paws against the ground an earthquake to the tiny passenger between her thick, yet petite digits. Her fur blotted out all but slight glimmers of light, each strand swaying with motion, a canopy of warmth which eclipsed you utterly.

Of course, that warmth intensified as she lifted that paw, tugging the found sock up over her toes, creating a new color of sky, and trapping you for the rest of the day against her tight toes, under the sky of warm, worn fabric, in a tiny indent along her foot.

You felt yourself shrink ever smaller.

[somedaynotsoon]

Sounds for each size

A distinct catalog of the audible-ness of tinies, by size.

Contains: macro/ ultra micro, audioplay, descriptive fetishes/mentions of smell, feet.

All of these measurements and observations are under the assumption that the listener is close to or next to the speaker, outside of a public space. Public spaces tend to have very active airspaces, and do not make for good auditory science.

6′ - 3′ ~ Very clearly audible, can raise their voice to be frustratingly loud. Lower end of this scale features decent singing voices and fun verbal quirks. 

3′ - 1′ ~ Tone tends to be somewhat tilted, words lilt or fade out near the ends, but everything is still more or less 100% audible. Can still be somewhat loud. 

1′ - 4′’ ~ Tinies in this size range begin to experience symptoms of pitch-change phenomena. Voices are greatly raised in pitch, putting a damper on some extreme or harsh “s”, “p” or “ee” sounds, which are high enough that they end up not sounding very good or pleasant. Thankfully, their voice is also slightly quieter, though the lilting effect is increased. 95% audible.

1′ - 1/8th inch ~ Distinct squeak is added near the end of words, and the pitch is further increased. This size is the most typical of cliche “high-pitched” tiny voices. A noticable drop in audibility occurs around the 1/4th inch area, and certain very sounds fall out of the range of hearing for normal individuals. 85% audible. To be heard, all a tiny must do is not mumble or screech.

3.175 mm to .5mm ~  Contrary to belief, most tinies in this range ARE still audible, distinctly so. However, certain particularly loud sources of white noise and strong air movements near them may redirect these sounds away from listeners’ ears. As such, as long as one attempting to listening to a tiny on the floor isn’t moving their legs, feet or toes to a large degree (including walking), the tiny should be audible. Tiny voices don’t get much more high pitched than this. A larger range of vocalizations fall under the “inarticulate squeak” or “too high to hear” range, so simple language is encouraged. 60% audible. To be heard, a tiny must speak clearly and directly without letting their voice fall below common “indoor voice” range. Shouting, but not screaming, encouraged.

.5mm to 10 micrometers ~ A particularly wide range of sizes, all things considered, but not much change occurs. Audibility drops gradually until reaching about 30% just before hitting 10 micrometers. Mid-range white noise, certain air-disturbing jerks, including those of excessive toe-wiggling and especially of feet fidgets and foot-taps, will cause the voice-redirecting phenomena, preventing accurate hearing of the micro’s words. A majority of words will fall into the inaudible section of high-pitched, “blurry” speech, as well as inarticulate or inaudible noises. Notably, in this range, particular areas of thick air, such as a noticeably cold room, or the airspace quite close to musty places, or distinctly odorous or stinky feet, or any musky areas, will greatly hinder tiny speech capability and their ability to be heard. A tiny should keep this in mind and keep their voice raised at all times to be heard in this range.

Below 10 micrometers ~ Making out individual sounds becomes impossible a greater level of proximity to the tiny, as well as proper airspace. The tiny at this size can end up experiencing a vocal phenomenon wherein the air becomes slightly too large, thick, and soupy, preventing most distinct sounds. The result of this is that most ordinary tinies at this scale will only be able to express themselves through homologous-sounding vocal expressions. For most, this will be naught but a squeak of varying pitch, intonation, and length which can fairly accurately express emotion, even if actual meaning is lost. There are few exceptions to this. 10%-1% audibility. It is not recommended standing over a tiny you are attempting to hear, especially as any presence of foot-odor will totally annihilate their ability to vocally commune. This goes for cold or musky areas, as well. Cleanliness does not necessarily negate this factor. A tiny wanting to be heard in this range can basically forget about it, and hope someone hears their squeaks and goes for a closer inspection.

[somedaynotsoon]

A shrinking animation I did. It’s fast because it’s sloppy, and I wanted to focus on how I might hypothetically do animations of a larger size. I lost one of my laptop pens, so I basically had to eyeball every frame since working with individual pixels was impossible, despite me working in a pixel program. Plus, I just really wanted to be able to show that I could make A pixel animation after all this time. 

It’s like a splurge animation. 

...It took me like 30 minutes, AAAND it shows.

[somedaynotsoon]

Real short

Both the post, and the character discussed within.

Ultra micro.

Probably the shortest and dumbest splurge writing piece. I could’ve posted this on twitter.

How about a character that’s so minuscule that they by default are too small to be seen? Instead, their voice is amplified by an amazingly high factor by virtue of some device (megaphone, microphone, etc) that not only can you identify where they are, but can make out with precision the details of their voice.

There’s something special about the concept of tinies to small to be seen being found via other senses, though other examples I could list fall more into scenarios than characters.

[somedaynotsoon]

Today’s mood is:

Foot-related, descriptive fetishes.

Nanos under or within the absolute worst socks you can think of. Soaked with sweat through every last fiber, pungent to unreasonable extents, and worn by someone big enough that the fibers are like the diameter of earth to them. Such power in every stomp, such oceanic depths are produced each time a bead of sweat falls from the sweatlogged, worn, discolored foot cover. The smell, especially, is so sickly sweet, a scent equivalent of eating so much candy that you get cavities. And then, the wearer of said foot, with a playful smile, crushes their foot down, toe-first, upon the nano with such incredible force that it cracks the floor beneath them. The nano, of course, is fine; throttled up between fibers to cling to the side of a stinky toe. If willingly, to earn their macro’s favor. Otherwise, for shelter and sustenance.

[somedaynotsoon]

Stray species idea #2

A bunch of micros small enough that they can be blown away by the wind that live on a flower, and use it as shelter from the gentlest of breezes by hiding on its underside, while relaxing on its top part and down under its shade. Might be a sexual dimorphism thing in that the other sex of that species is reasonable in size, and looks after the flower and its occupants in return for being semi-playful.

[somedaynotsoon]

Pokemon Macro Version with Black-Raspberry-Swirl!

((Here we go with @black-raspberry-swirl!  Replies are okay, but anyone other than her I’ll ask to refrain from reblogging and adding text. Thanks! This post is the starter.))

[Note on the setting: The world is scaled for pokemon, which have their own society, kinda like the pokemon mystery dungeon series, but there’s also a much smaller ecosystem of humans below them, too, which acts just like a tiny planet.]

Welcome to the world of (gigantic) pokemon! Here, the Pokemon are quite intelligent, on top of being city-dwarfingly huge! In fact, some of the smaller one’s heights are a million and a half times taller than a person! (We measured!) Yup, in the thousand mile plus range! Thankfully, the big ones have their own giga society with their own giga flora, much like ours! We have a mutual respect for each other, even if they are a bit flaunting of their power sometimes, and the fact that humans can’t understand any pokemon they haven’t caught (and even then, they have to want to be understood). Which is why you, transitioning fully into adulthood, are ready to accept responsibility! Come on down to my lab, and I’ll gift you your very own pokemon to help you on your journey into the world! - Professor Bonsai

Kyle, ready for his very own adventure, made sure his back was packed for heading for the Pokemon lab. Profound Town, while a surprisingly empty and low-area port town, did have a perfect view of a massive ocean, and pristine beaches. The lab, a building which looked like something of a repurposed college lecture hall in terms of structure, was open, and Kyle went right in. There, he met with the rather joyous Professor Bonsai, who apologized for not having a proper starter for the trainer-to-be. Apparently, three excitable trainers had freshly departed, and the normal crop of fresh starters was depleted. Not one to be unprepared, though, Bonsai gave Kyle a reflective, petite orb, which he recognized as a Pokeball. Not one to wait, Kyle...ignored the Professor’s instruction not to, and opened the ball halfway on his way out of the door. The sparkling, electronic effect of the pokemon’s form being summoned out of the pokeball took up several long seconds, and the creature inside pushed the tiny building into pieces just with its growth as it was summoned back into the world proper. Eventually, the silhouette was out, and the looming creature on the beach, having accidentally broke apart the lab, to the surprise of the professor, could be seen. Kyle blinked, trying to see up and meet eyes with his new partner.

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Pokemon Macro Version with Black-Raspberry-Swirl! [Part 2]

[Note: For sake of breaking up the text occasionally, so it’s not almost unreadably long by the end, I’m breaking the RP into parted segments. The post this is responding to is THIS ONE, if my count is right.]

Kyle spoke up rather quickly. “I think we people are still around because of such gentle pokemon like you! Aaand....your toes are pretty tight, actually! I was pretty safe there, but there should be a more...c-comfy? place to keep me.” He put his hand over his face for a minute to hide his blush.

This situation seemed so ridiculous...on his new pokemon’s paw, looking into her almost oceanic eye, while about two fifths stripped, and dripping with her coating - but he didn’t know if he could think of much better. Maybe if his hometown was surrounded by a forest, she’d have been a Leafeon...but that’s not much better, and he felt uncomfortable just thinking about paws like crinkly leaves encompassing him instead. Cold paws like Glaceon, or searing hot ones like Flareon...he didn’t even want to think about Jolteon. He wasn’t sure he wanted an Espeon or Umbreon reading his thoughts, either. Sylveon might’ve been a touch friendlier, but...how would he be expected to evolve her? It’s not like he could pet something so massive. So...Vaporeon...Mercury...would have to be his. Maybe she’d mellow if she had a fellow pokemon? Could he catch another pokemon? He had the stock for it...but whether he was capable was uncertain. He got his mind back on track, he was distracting himself.

“Good to know you’re willing to work with me!” He cheered. The landscape shifted, and he could tell that she was using her paw, the massive, almost nature-like environment of spongy paw - to tease him, and make sure he knew that she loved the power she held over him. ‘Course, while he didn’t like that, he was also nice. “But don’t be too teasing, you know? At least without asking permission first! I’d like to be prepared, is all.” He offered a warm smile, if she could see it. “I’m having fun, don’t worry! It’s a bit surreal to be in this position, really. I’m willing to just sit around playing with ya for a while! I also thought that since it’s still kinda early, we might have time to go hunting for another teammate! It’s important to ask you for your opinion, too, though. So, would you rather do one before the other?” Kyle asked, the flush cooling, and he stopped pulling down his shirt to hide his undies. They still weren’t visible, but he stood up more proudly and confidently. “What do you think, Merry?”