NOT REALLY SPOILERY BUT HEADS UP ANYWAY.Been Looking Forward To Antman And The Wasp For Two Years And

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

i just read a washington post article on romcoms aging poorly due to the pushiness (and oft-stalkery conduct) of the male characters therein, and it got me thinking about pride and prejudice, and specifically darcy saying, “one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

because, like, that’s the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isn’t it?

a dude being willing to say, “i understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’ll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.”

so simple, yet so wonderful in its basic human decency

Will you ever continue your broken series? I really loved it. (If not that's cool)

maybe! i know it sucks to see that answer, but i’ve been hit with a lot going on in my life and i think i was writing that about 2 years ago? it’s hard to jump back into a work when you’re in a completely different place than you were when you were writing it. irl my field is the fine arts - and its hard to juggle expending so much energy on that and i find i have almost nothing give to my writing, which definitely breaks my heart a little. hahaha i definitely didn’t mean to give such a long answer to this - but i guess this is also a life update! i’m hoping to continue more with my “displaced” story because i’m super into high fantasy right now. just know that “broken” is def on my mind and something may be posted in the future - and thank you for your kind words and interest- i hope this wasnt too disappointing! 

Secret Weapon: Part 4/9

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The giant glanced away, illuminating a thick concrete wall embedded with chains holding it in place. “The last of a lost race,” it said, enigmatic and sorrowful mall at once. Its tone soon turned bitter. “Now I’m a prisoner, a beast to be locked away and starved into submission.” It looked up, to the faintest rectangle of light framing the small hatch, and said, “They use the energy of my god to power their war, but they allow me so little of it.”

She didn’t often feel compassion, but the sincerity in the giant’s tale cut her to the quick. She herself had been a prisoner once, as a child; she felt a pang if sympathy for the giant’s plight.

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G/t Content Creator Masterlist

[ List current as of May 20, 2018 ] Search tag is: G/t Content Creator Masterlist

(There will be a permanent link to the list in my sidebar)

Hi all!  Since it’s quite long, I’ve placed the list below the cut and it’s sorted ALPHABETICALLY based on the name of the art blog.  If anyone’s information changes at anytime (ex. username changes, commission sheets/information added, etc), feel free to let me know and I’ll update it.  Also, if you were not included in the original post but would like to be added in, send me your information and I’ll do that for you!!

IF I FORGOT ANYONE WHO SUBMITTED AN ENTRY (I AM SO SORRY!!), PLEASE LET ME KNOW IMMEDIATELY!!! I’LL ADD YOU IN ASAP!! 

Please contact me if you notice any incorrect information or dead links! Thanks!

Also, because there was some confusion, here’s what some of the abbreviations mean:

SFW: Safe for work

NSFW: Not safe for work

G/t: Giant

GTS: Giantess

SM: Shrunken man

SW: Shrunken woman

M/m: Large male x small male

M/f: Large male x small female

F/f: Large female x small female

F/m: Large female x small male

NB: Non-binary

DISCLAIMER 1: Some blogs are marked as “not exclusively G/t.”  Blogs are listed as such if:

They explicitly specified that to me in the DM

They don’t have an artist tag and reblog non-g/t related things to their blog

Please check them out anyways!!

DISCLAIMER 2: ALL BLOGS MARKED WITH NSFW MUST BE VIEWED BY PEOPLE 18+!!!!! Please be aware that the range of NSFW can vary from suggestive bulging to nudity to full on sexual/explicit, so view them at your own risk/discretion!!  I understand that the line becomes a little blurred when some blogs post primarily SFW content, but on occasion post NSFW content (if the work is tagged, minors can blacklist the NSFW tag to avoid it).  Just please be aware and respect the blog ratings before proceeding.  Thank you!

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In The Walls (scott lang/ant-man x borrower!reader)

request: well, i got some free time. it took me so freaking long to get to this because i go way too hard but i did it. scott lang meets a borrower in the most unpredictable way… i had way too much fun with this. (i love scott so much he is such a JOY to write my god)

a/n: for story purposes assume he shrinks to three inches tall and not ant sized

taglist: @nightmarejasmine @burrpoetry @thepoolofthedead @the-original-space-cowboy @gttrash @smolkuriboh27 @tiefling-trickery @teenygiant @bittykimmy

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Ever since becoming Ant-Man, Scott has been more… perceptive. He sees when even the littlest thing around his house changes; maybe the wind blew a piece of paper upside down, or Cassie knocked into a plant while she was playing. Scott noticed everything now, and the bits of missing food were no exception. The peanut that was resting sideways on top of the other peanut was missing. There was a small chunk of cookie taken out of the side. The faucet was dripping.

Scott used to chalk up any of the missing food he noticed to ants. But of course, now that he told them “please don’t take my food anymore,” the fact that things were still going missing puzzled him.

So, naturally, he set up a stake-out.

He didn’t really know what he was looking for—a mouse, maybe? He had put a small piece of cheese on the counter and ducked behind the couch, binoculars fixated on the food. He had his Ant-Man suit on, just in case something crazy happened. He hadn’t used it since Germany, but this felt like a situation where being small could benefit him. He had actually figured out how to put it on without disturbing his ankle monitor.

So, he waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally, there was movement. It first came from behind the toaster, where Scott noticed the cord had shifted. His eyes followed along the back of the counter to where a cereal box rattled a bit.

“This is it…” Scott said to himself. With that much movement, it had to be a mouse. But he looked away for a moment to itch his leg, and when he looked back up, the cheese was gone.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me!” he yelled, clicking the side of his helmet. He ran toward the counter and shrunk, skidding to a stop next to the napkin he laid the cheese on. He whipped his head to the left and saw the tail end of something running behind the toaster.

“There you are. My food stealer!” Scott ran behind the toaster and raised his eyebrow when he saw a hole in the wall. Has that always been there?

Nonetheless, he leaped through and gasped when he laid his eyes upon an intricate work of tunnels. Nails in the boards seemed to make ladders and stepping stones both vertically and horizontally along walls. String hung from places so high it disappeared from view. What was all this?

Again, movement caught his eye.

“Wait!” Scott called out, running toward the movement. “I-I know you can’t understand me, but, uh, please stop taking my food!”

He used his instincts to trust that the way he was running was the right one. He jumped along nails and used the splintering wood to keep up with this mouse.

He kept running before suddenly bumping into something that shrieked, nearly falling over. He looked back to see he had bumped into… another person.

“Sorry, sorry!” he said. “I-I’m just trying to catch this mouse that keeps taking all my food!”

You watched, absolutely bewildered, as a man the same size as you in the strangest clothes you had ever seen had just… whizzed past you. You didn’t know there was another Borrower in here! Or a mouse…

Scott kept running, wondering why someone else was parading in his walls.

And then he stopped. Wait… wait. What the hell?

He turned back around. You were frozen, staring at him, eyes wide and cheese in your hand. Slowly, Scott walked up to you. This… this is who has been taking all my food? Who is this person? Why are they so small? They’re not even wearing a suit.

The mysterious man walked back over to you. He was wearing the strangest helmet you have ever seen. In fact, you had never even seen a Borrower wear a helmet. And he had on a skin-tight suit? Was he one of those obsessed with human culture and he was trying out his Halloween costume?

“Hi,” he waved his hand. “I-I’m Scott. I—”

“Are you another Borrower?” you blurt, groaning in your head at how stupid that question was. Of course he is.

A Borrower… what is a Borrower? That’s what Scott was thinking in his head. That’s what he was going to ask. But for some godforsaken reason, he responded with “Yes.”

Your eyes lit up. “Oh my gosh! Wow. I-I’ve never met another one of us here before. T-this is crazy. I thought I was the only one. Where have you been living all this time?” You pointed up. “I live up there, next to the human’s bedroom.”

The human? Scott wondered before realizing that they were talking about him.

“U-Uh, that’s where I live too,” Scott said awkwardly, not really thinking. “B-but on the other side of the wall, of course.”

You raised an eyebrow. You would have seen him for sure if that was the case. But you shrugged it off. You were talking to another Borrower, after all.

“I-I don’t want to be rude, but, where did you get those clothes?” you asked.

Scott panicked. What was he supposed to say? Oh, this is my high-tech super suit that allows me to grow and shrink at the push of a button?

“These are my… pajamas.”

“Your pajamas? You wear a helmet to bed?”

Duh! “I-I wear this when I leave my room—my room, next to the other room—the, uh, human room, like you said… in the walls.”

Okay, something was definitely up with this guy. You just couldn’t quite place what.

“W-well, I grabbed this piece of cheese from the counter,” you said, holding it out. It was about the size of a basketball. “Do you want some?”

Scott just stood there, lost for words. Thankfully, you kept going.

“It was crazy. It was just sitting right out there! Right on a napkin too. The human hasn’t left his house in so long, I’ve lost count of how many days it’s been. I haven’t had food this clean in forever…” you trailed off, noticing how convenient this borrowing was when you said the details out loud. Then, it clicked.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

“I-it was a trap,” you said, frantically looking around. “T-the human obviously left it there as a trap! Oh my god, now he knows I’m here.” You stopped to take a breath before remembering something this new Borrower said earlier. “Wait, didn’t you say there was a mouse trying to take your food?”

“Yeah, b-but—”

“Oh, god, that’s even worse,” you panicked. “The human knows I’m here and there’s a mouse. I… we gotta get out of here,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “Come on.”

“Get out of here? Where are we going?”

“We have to leave the house!” you said like he asked the world’s dumbest question. “We can’t stay here if the human knows.”

The two of you ran—well, you ran, and Scott was dragged along. He was in too deep now, and you seemed to have a real resentment for him.

“What’s your name?” Scott asked, wanting to know more.

“(Y/n),” you said in between breaths.

“What’s so wrong with humans, (y/n)?” Scott asked as you skidded to a stop. You began pulling a rope down for the platform. “The ones I’ve talked to are… nice.”

You stopped pulling. “You… you’ve talked to humans before?”

“Oh yeah, plenty of times. They’re pretty cool, for the most part. What’d they ever do to you?”

You were absolutely floored.

“Y-you’re lucky,” you said grimly, pulling the rope again. “I used to know a few Borrowers who talked with humans. They started out curious, but then…” you trailed off. “I never saw them again. It’s why I’m here, alone. It became too risky to live with the others.”

Scott felt his stomach sink. “How long have you been here?”

“About two years,” you said, the platform finally coming into view. “It’s been pretty nice. The human is pretty unassuming.” Scott wasn’t sure if he should take offense to that or not. “How long have you been here?” you asked as you stepped onto the platform. He looked at you funny.

“Well? Aren’t you getting on?”

“O-oh, right.”

Scott stepped on and held the rope as you let it go, the two of you flying up.

“So?”

“W-well, I’ve been here… as long as I can remember,” he responded, still looking in awe at the contraption he was on.

“Really? It’s really weird that I’ve never run into you before.”

“I… go out a lot,” Scott said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But not lately, really.” He looked down at his ankle. He could feel the monitor still strapped on.

“Huh.”

There were a few beats of silence.

“Did you build this?”

You were surprised by his question. How else would it have got here?

You nodded. “How do you get between the levels?”

“The stairs,” Scott said before shutting his lips closed. He was not good at this.

“I’m sorry, the what?” you asked, but you didn’t get a chance to hear his answer. You had reached the top.

“Come on,” you said, running. “We’re gonna stop by my room first, and then we can go to yours.”

You’re already here, Scott thought as he jogged after you. When he reached your room, he let out a small “woah”—there was a ton of little trinkets that Scott had thought he lost over the years, all converted into miniature-sized appliances. A thimble as a water bucket. A spool as a table. Towels rolled up to make a bed. Pins stuck in the wall to use as hooks.

“This is incredible,” he said, quietly enough that you wouldn’t hear him. He looked over at you, frantically stuffing essentials into bags. It was all hitting him in a huge wave—little people existed. They didn’t need suits. It was physically possible to live and prosper at this size. Wait, is this where Hank got the idea from?

“Sorry I’m taking so long,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’m pretty nostalgic.”

Scott walked around, picking things up and turning them in his hands. Sure, being Ant-Man was fun, but he couldn’t imagine living like this all the time. Plus, there was no way these… Borrowers had the heightened strength he had with his suit. He had never truly felt scared with his suit, but you… you didn’t have the ability to grow.

You didn’t know what was nagging you so much about this guy. He was definitely the weirdest Borrower you have ever met, but he was… familiar in a way. You felt like you already knew him.

“Can I ask you something?”

Scott’s heart skipped a beat. Oh, he was done for.

He turned to you and nodded.

“What you said before. A-about talking to humans… h-how did you get out of it alive?”

Scott felt a pang in his stomach.

“W-what?”

“Everyone I’ve ever known who was caught by a human died. They just disappeared. H-How on earth could you talk to multiple humans and still be… here?” Your head was spinning. Nothing about this guy made sense.

Scott sighed. He felt awful about how horrible humans were. But maybe this was his chance to let you see that they weren’t all bad. After all, Scott at least understood the overwhelming feeling of being so small.

“Come here, I want to show you something,” he said, walking toward where you entered. “How do you get to the bedroom from here?”

Silently, you walked him out to the entrance of the bedroom.

“A-are you sure? The human could be in there.”

“Oh, I can promise you he isn’t,” Scott said, leaping through the crack in the wooden panels. He looked around and instantly recognized that you were on his dresser. You followed him through, utterly confused as to what he wanted to show you.

“Hey, man,” you said, blanking on his name. “I don’t really think this is—”

“I’ve talked to the guy who lives here before,” Scott said, not comfortable with referring to himself as “the human.”

Your jaw dropped. “You what?”

“He’s pretty relaxed. And super nice, actually. Pretty good looking, too.”

You blinked.

“I’ve come to find that if you just give humans a chance, they can actually be very kind and understanding people.”

Your confusion was slowly turning to anger. Of all things, you didn’t expect this weirdo to be a human apologist, especially after what you had told him just moments ago.

“N-now, j-just stay here,” he said, inching toward the edge of the dresser. “And, please, promise me you won’t freak out.”

You didn’t even know what to say. “Uh—wait, wait, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you shouted. He had just… thrown himself off the dresser. This guy was a complete lunatic. He was going to die from that fall.

If there is a God… well, there are some Gods, I-I guess—please, please don’t have this little thing be scared of me, Scott thought as he stared at the red button on his hand. Slowly, he pressed it and shot back to normal size.

You fell backward and almost choked on your breath. Did he just… grow?

You looked in pure horror. You were now staring up at the same Borrower you were face-to-face with a few seconds ago. This guy… this guy was no Borrower.

“No, no, no…” you muttered. You shook in your shoes and clutched onto the bag you still had flung over your shoulder as the person pressed the side of his mask. It folded back, and your stomach could have dropped through the floor as his name finally came back to you. It was him. The human. Scott.

He walked toward you and you scrambled back, looking behind you for the hole in the boards. How was this even possible? Were you dreaming? Was this some kind of cruel, elaborate prank by him because you took his cheese?

“H-hey, please don’t be scared,” he said, crouching down. He had a soft smile on his face and his cheeks were red with embarrassment. It was so strange looking at someone so small. They looked so… helpless. Is that what I look like to everyone else?

He started to reach his hand out before you flung your arm up to cover your face, prompting a look of sorrow from Scott. “I know this is super weird, but…”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you passed out.

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