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just realized i never made a pinned for this blog sorryyy

hi my name's corrie (they/them) i'm 28

this is my g/t blog!! yay

it's not anything special, mostly reblogs but i hope you enjoy. i like both fluff and fearplay so that's what you'll see. this blog is sfw

my g/t pose reference pics made with 1/12 scale figures can be found here

follows from @forbodium

(i also have a whump blog @tender-traps (sometimes nsfw)) (i have a tag for tiny whump over there)

thanks for visiting :)

#corrie was here #< tag for my original posts

ajaxiscat

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AHHH I LOVE THIS

Instagram clocked me again

gt-zel

I drew @pudding-gt ‘s character Owen as my half of an art trade <3

pudding-gt

THIS IS THE PRETTIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN GO GIVE IT SOME LOVE🗣️‼️‼️‼️

@gt-zel thank you so much your art is so amazing 🥹💕💕

so-very-small

Gordon Ramsey: What the fuck is taking the food so long?

*he storms out of the dining room and into the restaurant kitchen, which is being entirely manned by borrowers*

Gordon: Oh, fuck me. They got tiny little creatures in here. Freaky little tinies. Christ. One just fell in the soup. Okay. Fuck.

smol-lucy

Skilled Hunter (1/?)

Imagine you are a borrower/tiny and you sneak into a house of the wrong person...person who is far better at playing hide and seek than you think...a hunter who has sensitive hearing and sense of smell and then you realize it's too late to run now and can’t even hide 💔

loirendormi

The whump potential in g/t is just so good whether it's intentional or not

Yes! Hide that injury from your friend out of insecurity and then let it get jostled when they pick you up, making both the initial injury and your chances at a swift recovery even worse! Hope they don't notice your wincing and shortness of breath because it would force you to have an emotionally honest conversation!! Don't reach out for help until the last minute because accepting it makes you feel even smaller than you are! Repress!!

Refuse to acknowledge when someone is being too rough when messing around and is actually hurting you! Hide those injuries later, too! Worry about what would happen if you did say something! Would they stop? Acting more gentle in a way you can't help but feel is condescending, pretending you're so fragile (are you?) Or what if they don't stop? You can't really make them anyway. What if they brushed it off, telling you to toughen up? Would that be worse? Would they even feel bad if they knew? Better to not deal with the possibilities at all and just stay quiet for now. That way, it won't get any worse (it will)

Make that character spiral!! Yes!! Reach a boiling point "out of nowhere" because you refused to show any vulnerability!

vt-scribbles

Tiny hands, my only weakness.

Some wholesome size difference/ GT to unwind~

beyondthereeds

This is my borrower costume design for one of my classes! I'm still working on the sets because they're not quite looking the way I want them to, but I'll post them as soon as I'm done!

The costume is based a little bit on knights because she's very adventurous. I also gave her acorn knee pads because I think they're fun.✨

solarmooon

Tinies shaking, sobbing, freezing cold or soaking wet or covered in smoke from the elements and desperately trying to keep themselves up, barely held together by their arms and legs on the ground, tears that have been flowing for so long that they don’t even realize they’re still crying, little chest heaving, tiny fingers clenching into the dirt of the ground or clawing at their hair in frustration and exhaustion, just to be scooped up by big, warm, gloved hands.

Hearing soft cooing from above them, feeling the pressure in their limbs loosen because they don’t have to support their own weight anymore. Everything is muffled except for the thumping of a massive pulse travelling through the giant fingers after the gloves have been slipped off. More cooing, sweet nothings, their damp hair being pushed back, the mud caking their cheeks being wiped off by grooved fingertips. Their limbs being gently maneuvered to check for any other damage, soft tsks when they shiver harder at the warm sensation. They can’t process anything they’re hearing but they can feel how big the voice is, they’re being spoken to but all they can feel is relief and nothing else. Curling up into a ball, hugging onto the fingers, smushing themself against the huge face that looks them over, crying even harder now. Death gripping onto this giant. Frantically nodding when they’re offered to be taken inside and warmed up and given food and cuddled. Melting at the sound and feel of soft chuckles vibrating all around them, leaning into the comforting, grounding touch and soothing squeezes. “Sweet thing… you’re safe now, you’re alright.”

Giant firefighters.