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Is this cause I got u into G/t @kipperzz ?? 👀👀

Hello hello!! Im still not dead! Ha! Cant get rid of me that easily!

Uni is 🌟 kicking my ass 🌟 lately but with it finally being pre-halloween *all of september* there may just be.... More Dead by twilight ...

If we are lucky... Ill get writing inspo for tall tales (comment ideas like pls im so stuck).

And! I offer you; lore dump on the galaxy bros if this gets 10 likes!

And Definitely more 18+ on Ao3 , like tonight.... Right now... Check it out if ur gayyyyyyyyyy...

Hi all, i apologise for being dead on here for a minute, i had to switch devices because im an idiot and had difficulty signing back into my accounts... By the time all this was handled it was quite a bit past g/t july but im not waiting a damn year to post this!!

This will be split into a few more parts (2 or 3, havent written it all yet) cause I went insane with the ideas lol, enjoy cringe ass celeb crush fic👍

Wish you were Gay✨ pt 1

Screaming and bright lights drown out kayla's shouts as the star excitedly hops around the stage, hyping up the crowd and enjoying herself.

Goddamn she was incredible, her voice and happy energy was part of what made Billie her favorite singer. Kayla shouted the words happily along with everyone as the lights strobed, the crowd cheered and danced and she felt herself succumbing to the music and the bounce of the crowd.

A shout from the mid center of the crowd, seeming more frightened than excited, tore some peoples attention away for a moment. Kayla didnt notice, being caught up in the angelic voice, but someone was holding a gun.

Security hadn't ignored the strange shouting, jumping into the crowd, they raced to subdue the potential assailant.

The music stopped as the band realised the danger and started to run backstage. The frantic crowd followed their lead, screaming and cramming themselves towards all possible exits.

"No! You will be mine!! Billiiiie!!" the (probably drunk) fanatic shouted, they pointed the gun at the stage, starting to aim, but as they pulled the trigger a guard leaped onto them, tackling them and shifting their aim away from Billie, and right into the crowd.

Kayla was blinded by a flash of bright white light hitting her square between the eyes.

And then everything went to hell.

Kayla felt herself fall a short distance, hitting the ground on her hands and knees with an "oof"

She could hardly see and her ears were ringing, the disorientation made trying to get out of the theater, the logical next step, quite impossible.

She sat (read: flopped) down on the sticky floor, surprised that she had enough room to do so.

the ringing subsided and she could hear the panicked shouts of hundreds of people tromping around her.

As she started to regain sight, she was horrified to see a stampede of impossibly large people whizzing past, shoes the size of busses flew above her head, and she shrieked as an enormous tread barely missed her.

Panicked, kayla rushed to the most clear spot she could find, what was apparently right under her seat.

Everything around her was enormous, the metal chair she'd been sitting at could support a whole building, the house lights had turned back on and were almost blinding her, the sounds were so loud they could deafen someone, kayla was even more glad she had worn ear protection.

But the people were the most terrifying, they moved erratically trying to escape like trapped rats, crowds could already kill people at normal size, kayla felt sick imagining what they could do to her.

With that thought she heard a harsh scraping of metal against the ground before something hit her in the face and chest, hard.

Vague senses surround the shrunken girl, her chaotic surroundings hurt her head and the ringing in her ears returned, she knows she should try and stay awake, stay... nooo...

Kaylas body hits the sticky concrete, and she lies there, hardly aware of anything thats going on until...

Cold...

" mmmm..." kayla groans, she can feel something cold and sticky coating her body.

Opening her eyes she can see lots of the crowd has cleared out, though a few remain by the doors to try and catch the drama, a few officers are inspecting the area around kayla. In her state; dazed, scared and also apparently drenched in blue rasberry slushie, she r e a l l y doesnt want to be seen by normal sized people-

Lucky to be on the ground floor and not having to climb down any steps, kayla starts to make her way towards the stage where nobody is walking.

Sneaking under the metal chairs, her shoes stick to the ground with every step. She can vaguely hear the police chatter though she isn't really paying attention.

"no shots fired", "none injured" they say.

She makes it to the fence blocking off the stage, climbing easily through the holes in the wire, she hears more chatter.

" no, listen, I saw some wierd light shit come out of that thing, check the footage or something, I dont want anyone hurt."

Kayla recognised that voice...

"no, dude, I can pack up my own mic, they're gone, I'm 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦" the voice replied to someone Kayla couldn't hear.

She feels the tremors behind her as something, no - some 𝘰𝘯𝘦- jumps off the stage, landing right behind her. Kayla jumps and squeaks, then covers her mouth hoping she didnt alert them to her-

Eep!-

Something grabs kayla from behind, she is trapped by something soft that lets off a natural heat. Slowly making the connection she realises its someones 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.

Squealing she begins to struggle before being tucked away somewhere dark, being deposited into a soft fabric pouch. It hugs her body tight as her back sinks deeper in.

She grasps desperately at the fabric, sticking to it a bit, and starts to frantically climb before she hears a 𝘻𝘪𝘱 .

"no! No, no please-"

Something presses firmly onto the small girl, scilencing her cries as she is squished against the warmth of the giant body.

Kayla ceases her struggles, reduced to shaking in the little pocket prison as she is jostled around. She cant even tell where they are for a while until her confinement plummets as they sit down. The rumbling of an engine starts and Kayla infers that they are in a car.

She was being taken somewhere new, somewhere she wouldnt get back home from even if she escaped, at least, not at this size.

God, what had happened to her? the dull aching of her head and limbs told her this was no dream, she could even feel the pulsing pressure on her brain. There was no possible chance she had... actually shrunk? right? But....

She remembered, the crowds, the pulsing lights, the cosmic horror that the crowded theatre had become, reducing her to a bug amongst screaming children at play.

It was all too vivid to be simply imagined...

She shivered again, they hadnt even noticed her.... How was she even still alive... And would she be kept that way? she could only hope and pray the derranged maniac who caused this didnt wish her harm. If that was even the person who had her... Were they caught? She had been too focused on getting to the safety of the stage that she hadnt even cared about who mightve been around her.

That voice though...it... It couldnt be , that would be too cliché wouldnt it? Being taken captive by your celebrity crush...

Gah- these stupid thoughts werent helpful... Kayla refused to give up now, she needed to know where the hell they were going so she could find a way to escape-

As if on cue, the car slows to a stop. The small girl hears the doors open and feels her captor step outside.

Their brisk pace pins her to their warm body, making her sweat. Thankfully they step into somewhere with AC.

The opening and slamming of a door makes kayla jump.

𝘡𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘱

She pales at the sound, her fingers clenching and face scrunching as the dark pocket fills with light.

The girls eyes begin to adjust to the light.

And finally, she can see the unmistakable face worriedly looking over her.

"Ah-I- y-you're - wha-" Kayla's words stumble over eachother as she tries to comprehend her insane situation.

"hey"

That voice, rich and raspy and sweet, it almost calms the awestruck girl with its lightheartedness.

(im literally so g a y for her you guys please-)

Billie reaches in, plucking the trembling girl out of the pocket. Kayla lets out a small squeak but does not resist.

Placing the tiny girl into the center of her palm, billie looks confused and concerned as kayla backs up into curled fingers.

"Are you... Ok?"

Billie Eillish writing LUNCH:

But fr that song was what inspired the cringe train behind what will probs be my next short story-

I heard it and immediately was like oh... oH and then i was a gay disaster the rest of the day.

I want to be wanted to the point I become a craving. I want to be loved to the point they feel starved without me. I want to be needed to the point they just can't resist keeping me as close as possible.

Had to go to ✨Homophobic lobby✨ the other day for supplies they didnt have anywhere else (💀🤢)

But i was able to enjoy their miniatures section :3

Please tell me why this:

Cant be my apartment??? Like hello??? The cost of living is impossible and this thing is like ??? $30 ??? You dont even have to make monthly payments??? Just let me be small and live here so i can be happy 🥹🥹🥹

Also rare sighting of me!

A tiny pan :33

I really love this, its so cute and wholesome🥹 i feel like its a tight knit community aswell since g/t creator are few and far between, so when you find your people you stick close, its like a size varied family over here..... Oohhh maybe we should start a cult......

honestly i love that g/t as a fandom doesn’t have a particular source material. like people draw inspiration from tinkerbell or the borrowers or what have you, but the g/t fandom is centered around the concept of size, vs a specific piece of media like most fandoms are.

i like this because it means everyone has OCs and everyone is so excited to hear about other people’s OCs. it’s like having a built in fandom for your diy blorbos. it reminds me of show and tell, we all take turns standing in the front showing off our tall/small guys and then everyone else claps politely

Alright, ive started several projects and im nearly finished with the first chapter of one, and i thought it would be hella cringe cause.... It ....its about billie eillish ok, you cant stop me.... BUT im honestly really proud of it!! I think I set the scene really well and I hope yall will enjoy it 💖💖

Just realised that its G/t july and im so happy cause i realised the oneshot im writing was missing something... And that something was a fireworks scene.....

This will be the first time ive ever written actual fanfiction, and i believe it will be the start of a downward spiral of cringe.... However idc cause cringe is dead and ive decided that i love myself enough to write what i want. So dont be surprised when all my celebrity, anime and animated men show up as big ppl in my stories 💖💖

Starting up the drafts for this! Ive also done a l o t more artwork for this concept since posting about it origonally- i love all types of g/t but space stuff hits different for me and i havent found a ton that I super love, and what do we do when that happens??? We make our own!!! So be prepared for probably an art+ lore dump soon 💖

I have way too many oc's and not enough free time to write them all but goddamnit this ones gonna be so cool when i get around to it !

Dead by Twilight- Pt 5

Thirsty for a sadistic bastard and a pathetic Lil guy?!? Well have I got just the story for you! (after like 4 months of waiting but shhhhhh)

Here well discover what it's like to have fucking anxiety ! (Wait you already do??) Well go ahead and cope with the horrors by reading about, you guessed it, worse horrors!

I Luh u guys sm for putting up with me, please enjoy:

Wren sat, silent for a while, still shuddering and disdraught as they tried to think of anything they could do to help themself.

Escape was impossible, this trap was made to hold much stronger animals, they 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 want to talk to the vampire, but perhaps if they did, they could gain some kind of trust... Definitely not sympathy, thats for sure, but they could build a rapport and maybe convince him to .... Well it seemed for now he wasnt going to kill them, would they be fed? Perhaps they could ask for food, but, fuck, maybe he was just going to torture them, use anything they said against them in some sick, cruel way, maybe they would only be given enough food to survive watching them wither as they slowly starved- maybe he would cut them open more, forcing them to bleed so he could fucking- 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 - they almost heaved at the thought-

Then- he- he would heal them over and over again forever, testing the limits until he 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮-

Wren felt a hot tear hit their arm. they hadn't even noticed that they'd started crying again-

The vampire had left, Wren didnt want to wonder where to, only that for now, he wasnt there to torment them.. They cried openly, their pathetic sobs dying in the air as their breath hitched. They tumbled forward, trying to lay down so the tears wouldnt soak their face or clothes, and continued the pitiable display.

After a minute, Wren felt a little better, being able to let out their frustrations had helped and their mind was less clouded

They took shaky breaths, attempting to regain their composure, when they heard dreaded, clomping steps coming up the stairwell.

God no....

Lazarus entered the room quietly, unlike before.

Walking over to wrens enclosure he silently placed a ceramic dish filled with what wren supposed was water right outside it.

He scrutinized the cage, his sight lingering on the shaking borrower.

He walked over to his own bed, selected a small blanket and folded it up

"...... you probably aren't in the mood for this, but I'm going to have to remove you from your.... confinement.. momentarily to make your space more comfortable"

Wren whimpered quietly, looking away from Lazarus.

The vampire took their lack of screaming as consent and opened the enclosure

He again wrapped his clawed digits around wrens shaking form, they didnt struggle this time, understanding that this was inevitable and they would probably be removed eventually for one reason or another.

Soon enough it was over and the borrower found themself on a soft plush material, and oh, oh god water.

They leaned themself over the ceramic dish, drinking in heavy gulps, god the day had been so long they hadnt realised how much moisture they had lost.

When they finished they sheepishly looked around, a bit embarrassed at the desperate display.

"Hm, I didn't realise you would need so much water..." the vampire observed, mostly talking to himself.

".... thank you..." Wren muttered quietly.

Lazarus quirked an eyebrow at them.

"For what, Dear?"

"The... water?" Wren answered

Lazarus seemed a bit taken aback

" well of course, don't want you dying on me."

Wren jolted slightly

" you d-dont?"

Lazarus chuckled

"I certainly don't think so, little one.

You did catch me in quite a percarious position, and, seeing as you are quite close to humans, I can't risk my... habits...being revealed. But still, you are quite valuable, I know many who would pay high prices for something like you, such a potent source of magic just to keep you alive...." he trailed " not that id particularly want to pawn you off right away, no, there are plenty of reasons to keep you around, Darling."

He sure does like to talk.. Wren thought. Though they were still concerned at what he meant by 'valuable', being sold to another being could be even more dangerous than this one since he didn't seem to want to kill them... wait ... magic? They weren't magical?!

"What magic??"

" Ah, right. It's in your nature, little one, you can't tap into it because it's what keeps you alive, though it's also what makes borrower blood so valuable, according to my research book here." He tapped the book resting on the table.

Wren paled hearing the mention of their blood.... God, was that what he wanted with them?! To drain them until they were a dry husk?

Their heart began to pound again..

" a-re you going t-to... " Wren gulped "take my b-blood?" They questioned shakily.

"Mmmm..." lazarus hummed in thought.

" I'm not sure just yet.... I'll have to consult a friend on that. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that answer till tomorrow~"

That was... not the answer Wren wanted to hear.. their chest felt tight again and they winced, staring terrified up at the malicious creature before them.

Lazarus leans in closer to the cage, causing welren to stumble back on the blanket, He chuckles at them.

" You are just too precious..."

With that, he turns back to his bed, drawing the curtains closed as hints of the sunrise peek through the trees.

As Lazarus settles himself in bed, Wren shakily stands and, after a while to ensure lazarus was asleep, they undress, they wash their torn up clothes in the ceramic basin, hoping to scrub away the saliva residue, though most of it had dried.

Wren rinses their hair and uses their wet clothes to scrub their skin, not wanting to climb into the basin and topple it over. They wring out their clothes and hair the best they can into the water before laying everything out to dry.

Feeling far less disgusting, they take a corner of the plush blanket and pull it completely over themself, making a little cave to sleep in.

Feeling more secure now that they are hidden away, Wren grabs up a chunk of blanket, cuddling it close to them. They try and sleep, knowing they would need it, but their eyes refuse to close... still anxious and terrified of their undecided fate...

They squeeze the blanket mound closer to them, evening out their shaky breaths, they slowly tumble into sweet unconciousness.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehhehe so many many plans you guys are going to be bombarded with content-

G/T thoughts

You know what I really love in G/T?

This: The tiny's POV when they're thinking about all the things the giant could do to them without the tiny having any say.

This could be during fearplay or just the tiny's idle thoughts, yk?

Just, the tiny imagining all the ways the giant could hurt or subjugate or even end them, whether or not the tiny rationally knows that the giant would never do that to them.

The giant stroking against their back? It would be so easy for a fraction more pressure to be exerted to have them crushed.

A hand gently cupping the tiny in the giant's palm? A single clench of fingers into a fist would pulverize the tiny's fragile bones like they were nothing.

The tiny kept safe in the giant's shirt pocket? It would be so simple for the giant to forget them there, to make a single, casual move - an itch, even - that would painfully, fatally crush the tiny against the larger being's chest.

A shoe teasingly nudging the tiny's side on the ground? The sole of it could so quickly lift off the floor and come back down to stomp the helpless tiny beneath the heel of it.

Honestly, all this and more. I crave the drama it adds when the giant genuinely would never consider letting any of those things happen, so they don't understand why their tiny is still so afraid of them~

First post from VRChat I finally figured out how to use this shit (posting from shrink room)👍im so happy i never have to leave vr ever again hehehehehe this is so unhealthy-

My motto

Also, my closest friends are basically just anyone I follow lol, u know who u are 💖

Oh....

ohohohoho....

...ohHOHOHOHOHOHO!

(My origin story-)

Hi there hello it's me ya boi-

Hi, I'm trying to find more blogs that post stuff that actually caters to my interests, so please reblog if you mostly post any of the following:

Fearplay

Angst

Evil giants

Malicious giants

Uncaring giants

Cruel giants

Tinies being hurt

Tinies with panic attacks

Looming

Basically any non-fluff/romantic part of the G/t trope. I really don't care about that sorta thing and wanna follow more people with the same interests as me.

The comments on this are dope 💀💀💀

Yall the 🏳️‍🌈 GayAssShit🏳️‍🌈 is coming along quite nicely, production for Tall tales is picking back up and the creativity spirits are answering my prayers, we should have new Tall tales by the end of the month!!

Annnd probably some more 18+ on AO3 for anyone interested

You can N O T call me out like this-

They really get to the ‘tea’ part of tea party.

Wow, even the haiku bot agrees, but fr guys if you take my fucking writing, that ive spent weeks, m o n t h s on and put it through any sort of fucking AI, you bring shame, dishonor and misfortune on yourself and 50 generations after you, that goes for any other writer, painter, sculptor, digital artist, animator, i dont fucking care. Its theft, its stupid.

art is a gift, not a right

Fuck you, have a good night.

Guys moving is hard 😭😭

Hapy 🏳️‍🌈Gay🏳️‍🌈 month I hope all your 🏳️‍🌈Gay🏳️‍🌈 little fantasies come true, says me, knowing full well that once im through this bullshit ill be making some 🏳️‍🌈 G a y A s s S h i t 🏳️‍🌈

Doing a Mer-may and decided to make him smol.

Gosh I love characters~