!!!!JUST KEEP SWIMMING!!!!!

!!!!JUST KEEP SWIMMING!!!!!

YALL 

so this is a rough sketch of my two characters from my displaced  story!! yohoo alexa and elijah :-D

BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DO DIGITAL ART HELP MEe. im a fine artist irl but i have no experience drawing on my wacom and i want to practice so any tips would be so appreciated!! help me dear god this is so hard  also i need some recommendations for free drawing programs (i used to have photoshop but the subscription got too expensive rip im a poor college student) 

anyways thank youu for reading i hope it looks ok so far!!

In The Walls chapter 2

a/n: hOOOOOO boy, i have been MIA because school has started, which means class all day and work all night. but i was FINALLY able to find time to do a highly requested part 2 to this. i decided to have this one go at least four chapters since im in a bit of a block rn (so sorry if this sucks lmao) but HERE WE GO

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Scott was not expecting that. He thought you’d scream, or run away, but pass out? He was temporarily stunned before snapping out of his shock— he had to see to it that you were okay. He ran into the bathroom and got a small washcloth. He gently slipped his hand under your unconscious body and placed it on the towel.

“Water. They need water,” Scott muttered as he slid down the stairs. He filled up a small cup that Cassie had gotten him as part of a doll set (it was still pretty big when he shrunk, but it was useable), grabbed a few Saltines and rushed back up to his room.

“There you go, bud,” he said, gently placing the food and drink next to the towel.

“I’ll just, uh…” Scott flipped his helmet backed up and pressed the button, shrinking back down. He sat next to you and waited for 30 minutes before you finally came to.

“…come on, (Y/n), please wake up!”

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, which sent a sting through the back of your head. Your head! It was throbbing. You let the pain fade away before trying to remember what just happened. You pushed up with your hands, and immediately you were met with something… soft. You looked down. You were sitting on a… towel?

“Oh! Thank god you’re awake.”

You froze. Why was there someone talking to you?

Your eyes snapped open, and you remembered. The borrower. Your room. The dresser. Scott. He had shrunken back down again and was now standing next to you, which just boggled your brain even more.

You felt your hands starting to shake as you tried to push yourself up. Your arms were jelly.

“P-please…” you whimpered. You weren’t even sure why you were whimpering that considering you were the same height now, but that was all you could get out before he started talking.

“It’s me! Scott. Are you alright?”

You nodded your head yes, a little confused. He was acting like nothing happened.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly. “I-I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything like that.” He pointed next to you. “There’s some food and water.”

‘Well, congrats on failing!’ you thought, but couldn’t bring yourself to say. You could only try and make sense of things, and right now, you really needed some sustenance. Slowly, you crawled off the towel and walked over to the water cup, which was more like a bucket, but you were able to grab the sides and drink it. You nibbled a bit off the side of a Saltine, savoring the taste of fresh cracker. Once your body felt close to normal again, you turned to Scott, who looked a bit scarier in that mask than he did before.

“S-So… y-you’re not a b-borrower,” you said dumbly, instantly regretting it. Of course he’s not.

Scott laughed lightly. “No, I’m not. Honestly, I’m still not really sure what that is.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re…” you gestured toward him. “And I’m…”

The light went off in Scott’s head and he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, “I’m just, I’m so confused. How… what are you?”

“This suit allows me to grow and shrink at the push of a button,” Scott pointed his finger to the button on his hand. “Trust me, I don’t really know how it works either. I just wear it.”

“But… why?”

Scott shrugged. “Well, it’s pretty great for stealing stuff.”

You scoffed. “What do you even need to steal? You can just go anywhere and take anything. You’re a human.”

Scott brushed off how uncomfortable he got when you called him “human” like it was a bad thing.

“Well, it’s not that easy! You’re not supposed to take things that aren’t yours.” He looked down to his feet. What a hypocrite he was saying all this. “People get… real defensive about that stuff.”

“Yeah, like when you set up a trap for me so you could catch me?” you snapped at him.

Scott let out a nervous laugh. “I thought you were a mouse or something—”

“Why did you pretend to be a borrower?”

Scott went silent. You kept going.

“You don’t… I don’t know much about humans, but I do know that they get to see other humans a lot. It’s not th-the same for us! Borrowers are lucky if we get to see others… ever. I really thought you were…”

“What? Don’t you have… parents?”

You shook your head. “I mean… yeah. I do. Did. It’s… it’s pretty easy to become separated.”

Scott got the gist of what you were saying and did not want to press further. 

“(Y/n), I’m really sorry for scaring you before. I shouldn’t have pretended to be a borrower and I definitely should not have just… grown out of nowhere. But I was just so fascinated by you I wanted to keep following you!”

You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or creeped out.

“Look, I know you have this… perception that all humans are bad. A-and I’m sure some of us are. Or have been. But… I’ve been stuck in this same house for nearly two years now.” He saw your confused expression. “I know, long story. But I feel awful that you’ve just been… hiding that whole time! I really could have used some company.”

“Why would you ever want me for company?” You didn’t mean to ask that, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “I mean, I steal your food… among other things.” You definitely whispered that last part. “And, I mean… well, look at me. You can be huge. Why would you choose to be small?”

Scott smiled and put his hand on your shoulder, which made you jump. “It doesn’t matter what your height is, (Y/n)! A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

Scott was proud of his reference before realizing that there was zero chance you’ve ever even heard of Horton Hears a Who. “Well, anyway. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to do anything to you or trick you or anything like that. I just want you to know that I’m here for you! And… I can help.”

You were confused. Why would a human want to help you? But you suppose he did bring you food… and water… and something soft to sleep on…

“How?”

“Well…” he hovered his thumb over the button, and your eyes widened. You gulped as he shot up to human height and bent down, extending his open palm to you.

“We can start with getting you something better to eat than crackers.”

You nervously eyed his gloved hand.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure normal ol’ humans would be clumsy, but me? I’m not your normal human,” Scott joked with a smile.

“You sure got that right…” you muttered, stepping onto his hand. Scott flinched slightly, not really anticipating what it would feel like to have a tiny person climb onto his hand. It was almost… comforting.

“You ready?” he asked. You nodded warily, clinging onto the fabric as Scott stretched out to his full height and carefully walked downstairs. He didn’t really know what to expect having a tiny person actually ride around in his hand, but it was almost cute, watching you bob around to the movement of his hand. He could feel your tiny fingers gripping his glove.

“I can’t believe this…” you said to yourself. You watched, half in amusement and half in frustration, as the world it takes you an entire day to navigate was suddenly behind you in seconds. Going to the kitchen and back is a multi-hour journey in a house as big and old as this, and Scott just bounded down the stairs like it was nothing.

He set you down on the counter. It made you anxious sitting out in the open like this, but you had to keep reminding yourself that Scott was friendly. He was fine.

“Okay, so, I don’t know if you saw, but Cassie and I made tacos a few nights ago and I still have a ton of leftovers.” He reached into the fridge and pulled out some hamburger, cheese, lettuce and tomato. “I’m just gonna go ahead and heat this up.” He turned back to you and smiled to himself at your look of awe. “I’m betting you’ve never really had hot food, huh?”

You shook your head. You certainly couldn’t remember the last time you had something at its proper temperature, hot or cold.

“Everything is either… lukewarm or stale,” you said, laughing a bit at how ridiculous it was to tell a human that. Scott laughed along with you.

“Well, that’s just not right.” He took the taco meat out of the microwave and pulled out a tiny strip for you. He put a single chunk of tomato, a shred of lettuce and a few small pieces of cheese on top and slid it in front of you, breaking a small piece of taco shell and placing it on top.

“Well, it’s nothing special…” Scott said, taking a big bite out of his own food. “Eat up!” he said with a full mouth.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You finished your food before he finished his, and it was easily the best meal you ever had in your entire life. Hot food… hot food was delicious. Scott snickered watching you scarf down food at an almost alarming rate.

“Good, huh?”

You nodded happily.

“Good. Now I think we should—”

It was then that Scott’s phone began to buzz. He pulled it out: An unknown number. He raised an eyebrow but figured he’d take the call anyway.

“Heyo, this is Scott La—”

“Scott, what the hell are you doing with my suit?!”

Scott’s stomach dropped. Of all the times to get back in touch…

“H-Hank! Uh, I-I can explain—”

“Save it. Germany was bad enough, Scott. But now you’re using my suit for personal adventures through your house?!”

“Hank, I—wait, how did you even know I was using the suit?”

“We keep tabs on everyone who’s a security threat, and that includes you!” Hope’s voice shouted from somewhere in the background. “We didn’t want to have to talk to you ever again, but we couldn’t just…”

Scott stopped listening to Hope. He stopped listening to the voices coming from the other end of the line altogether. He cringed at the thought of Hank and Hope watching his every move for almost two years, but he quickly forgot about it when his eyes landed on you, looking at Scott fearfully from the counter. His stomach panged when he realized that if they saw him in the suit, they must have seen you, too.

“Listen, Hank,“ Scott cut him off, “I know what this looks like, but I promise, you’re just seeing things.”

“HOW CAN I BE SEEING THINGS? YOU’RE WEARING MY SUIT RIGHT NOW!”

“Yes! Okay! I’m wearing the suit. But I’m the only one here! I swear!”

“Scott, what the hell are you—”

That’s when the ant cams found their way toward you, exposed and vulnerable out on the counter. That’s when Hank saw, for the first time in over 30 years, a real life borrower. 

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The Less You Know (GT) (Part 1/2)

This is prompt from the 100 (GT) Themes Challenge. Feel free to send a number/word from the list for me to write about, and a specific character to go along with it, if you like!

For this prompt I chose Robbie and Claudia from Midsummer Nightmare, a piece I wrote for a contest. This is an AU of sorts, where the events of Midsummer Nightmare did not happen.

Claudia leaned back against the wall, drumming her knuckles on the bricks as she grew more and more impatient. The night club Arcadia had cleared out half an hour ago, and she had followed the crowd out, not wanting to make Robbie suspicious that she was going to pounce him. Again.

She totally was.

He was still inside, taking his sweet time. It was strange. Claudia swore she had never seen a single custodian or the like at the nightclub. Maybe they came in during the day, but hell, there wasn’t even a bouncer or any sort of security at night. She’d never heard anything about an owner. The only staff she’d seen was the bartender, but he always vanished before closing.

Which left DJ Robbie. The guy that no one seemed to remember existed until they stepped into Arcadia.

The door swung open, and Claudia perked up. She waited until she heard the door lock before making her move. Strangely, she didn’t hear a jangle of keys before the lock clicked, as if Robbie somehow had a way to lock the door from the outside without anything in hand. Just another strange thing about him to add to the ever-growing list.

As he came out from alcove, Claudia leapt away from the wall. “Robbie!”

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NOT REALLY SPOILERY BUT HEADS UP ANYWAY . Been looking forward to Antman and the Wasp for two years and it did not disappoint!!! Already saw it twice and highly recommend any gt peeps to go see it too if you’re able to!! . I ship scott and hope so freaking hard. Can’t wait to draw more of them!! One of the best parts of the movie was seeing them all concerned and freaking out over each other’s well being. Oh, and Scott being the CUTEST GIANT EVERRR