Daybreak

Daybreak

I decided to do a little bit of writing based on a prompt that was floating around earlier:

Darius woke to the first rays of dawn shining through the inn room window, squinting his blue eyes in protest against the unwelcome intrusion of light that yanked him from his deep and restful slumber. He had grown so used to sleeping in makeshift camps in the woods during his travels that the modest comforts of the tiny inn were a veritable palace for him. For several long moments, the dark-haired swordsman wrestled with the idea of simply closing his eyes once more and letting the softness of the mattress below him coax him back into slumber’s gentle embrace, but discipline ultimately won out. They had a long way to travel today, and it meant getting on the road as soon as possible.

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<3 yes!!!! aa i immediately thought of epoch as well!! 

here are some others that this reminded me of :

https://www.deviantart.com/misu-pahana/art/Short-story-Changes-290878942

https://www.deviantart.com/nicole08196/art/When-You-re-Gone-Chapter-One-355214062

https://www.deviantart.com/nocturnalbirdie/art/Coming-Back-Part-1-396796923

G/t idea

Imagine two friends who moved away from each other as teens and haven’t seen each other since, in that time apart one of them mysteriously grew three times their normal height and now that they’re both adults the bigger is travelling hundreds of miles to see their old buddy.

Of course they forget to mention over the phone that they are now an actual giant (obviously it’s become pretty normal for them over the years) so they’re just extremely excited and overjoyed to meet their friend again! When they arrive at the door and their much smaller friend opens it the giant excitedly pulls their friend in for a very big bear hug, the rather bemused and slightly frightened friend can’t say anything as they just stare up at their now huge friend.

Once the giant places their friend back on the ground they realise that the friend is slightly scared of them, backing into the doorway as they shakily watch them with wary eyes- this absolutely breaks the giants heart and after trying to explain what’s happened while absolutely panicking they burst into tears at the sight of their friend so afraid, where they come from everyone’s used to them being big!

The smaller friend realises it’s just their old pal and they nervously try to calm them down, when they get close again and look up into their eyes the nerves vanish- they might be huge but this is still the same person. The friend tries to hug the giant, putting a smile back on the giants face as the tiny friend apologises for being initially afraid- they invite the giant inside (it’s a tight squeeze to get through the door but they manage eventually)

After a while of talking and hanging out the twos bond is as strong as ever, the smaller friend invites the giant to stay permanently- of course the giant is absolutely overjoyed and accepts the offer instantly. The two go on to have many adventures and mishaps together- the smaller friend still trying to get used to having a friend three times their size and the bigger friend trying to remember to be gentle and less energetic.

hey who else loves when couples at weddings smooch right after shoving cake in each other’s faces cause I do 

and i know i just made Trisha and Ivy but here is their wedding day photo

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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These Giant Feelings

Part 1 of a 2 part story. Soulmate Au prompt where the first words spoken to you by your partner are on your wrist. A big thanks to @gatlily for the writing prompt.

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Sage hurried down the dark alley picking her drenched skirt up to run faster. There had been another fight between the humans and giants, and things were getting out of hand fast.

She clutched the package to her chest, it was a measure of herb, picked from the outer walls. It was very rare, and very effective, increasing the streagth of anyone who ate even just a pinch of it. Thunder clapped overhead as she made her way through the crowded back alleys of Trives city.

Ten minutes later she was at the door of an old apothecary shop. She knocked twice, waited a second and knocked again. The door opened a crack, just barely enough to let her squeeze through.

“It took you long enough!” A man snapped, taking the package from her. The room was packed with people, about two thirds of them had weapons. Plants and lamps hung from the roof beams, casting shadows on the walls. Pots filled with different concoctions bubbled on every table surface, their fumes made Sage want to gag.

“I am sorry uncle Jones, the outsider was detained. Another fight broken out in the market.” Sage explained as she weaved through the crowd trying to follow her uncle.

“The red or public market?”

“Public.” Sage confirmed.

He nodded knowingly and a tad sadly. “ We heard, that is why we’re making our move tonight.” A cheer went up around the room only to be shushed down by Sage’s uncle.

“Shut up! Shut up you idiots! Do you want to draw the guard to our front door?!” He reprimed them.

“Ah you worry to much ol’ man! The storm is enough of a cover for our cheers.” A young man buried in the crowd yelled eliciting more cheers. Uncle Jones shushed them all again rolling his eyes.

“It’s a good thing the package arrived tonight, honestly it’s just good fortune.” Uncle Jones muttered.

“You’re doing it tonight?” Sage asked worriedly. As if he suddenly remembered something Uncle Jones turned to sage.

“You need tell the other message girls to stay back,” he said moving a culdron aside and opening the parcel. “We don’t need anymore pre-found deaths on our hands.”

Sage and many of her peers were what people of all sizes called pre-found, meaning they had yet to find their soulmate. Everyone, man, women, child, and giant, had a phrase or word written in black on their wrist. The words were the first thing they said to you. Once said, the words turned from their dull black to a shining gold in a bright flash. It could happen at any age, and it could be any words. If the words were to disappear, it meant your partner had died. Sage’s own words were, “Watch out.”

Sage bit her lip. “But we can help! We can fight! We want to—”

“You girls aren’t found!” Her uncle interrupted. “And we’re not letting anyone who hasn’t been found under twenty-five fight anyways.” He nodded firmly as if that settled the matter.

“But uncle Jones!” Sage began.

“No buts! You already run our messages, our deliveries and cause distractions too! No, you tell them I don’t want to see a single message girl there understand?” He looked her in the eye.

Sage looked down defeated. “Yes uncle.” He gave a small smile and started preparing the herb.

She heard a voice behind her sneer. “It’s because girls are weak and pathetic, we wouldn’t want them to break a nail.” It was her cousin Goffer, he was a found. Uncle Jones turned around and whacked Goffer over the head with a spoon.

“It’s because if anything, there to valuable to lose you nitwit! Remember when we used messenger boys? Oh that was a disaster,” he began to rant. “boys running around blabbing their messages to the wrong sort, fights breaking out every other day over who took what message or packet, who did more messages than who,” he shook his head. “If anything you are more expendable! Now go join the ranks before I call my sister to get you!” He threatened. In the crowd a women held up her pitch fork and shook it.

“You better not be causing trouble Goffer!” A shrill voice piped up. Goffer turned tail oppisite of the voice and hurried into the crowd. Sage giggled.

“Now get going you! You need to hurry as well!” Uncle Jones said turning to Sage, but she had already left for the back door, to warn her fellow messengers.

Later that night, Sage found herself spying on the fight, despite her uncle’s wishes.

It was chaos.

The Giants were clearly out numbered, but they had the power to keep the humans at bay, even with the herb most of the human fighters had taken. Lightning flashed illuminatatimg the iron breastplates, and steel plated shields the giants carried. Compared to the handcrafted weapons of the humans,… well it was sorry indeed.

Amidst the thunder and rain, a great bolt of lightning struck, and set fire to the the weaving mill.

“Oh no.” A feeling of horror filled Sage as she watched the straw roof of the building, burn up like dry sheep’s wool. She ran out from her hiding spot to the well, other girls she recognized as Messengers came running to the well from different corners of the market.

“Emma?”

“Sage?”

“Yes we’re all here and we all know each other!” A girl named Ruth snapped sarcastically. “So let’s stop gawking and start pulling up water!”

“Your right let’s go!” Sage agreed. They lowered the buckets hastily and ran at the fire. Most of the fighting had stopped, Giants and humans were both actively trying to take out the fire, a few humans had started moving the horses from the nearby stall away just in case.

Sage tossed the water onto the fire and started running to get some more when she heard a scream from Dawn. She looked to see Dawn pointing up at the top window of the building. An old woman waved her hands and cried for help, but not many people could see her through the smoke and darkness of the night.

An idea popped in Sage’s head. It was risky but it was the only thing she could think of, she turned around and ran to the nearest giant. He was using a large cloak to smother the spreading flames, and didn’t see Sage run up to him.

“Sir, please I need your help!” The giant took a step back and searched for the voice, nearly stepping on Sage in the process. “Sir please!” The giant looked down in suprise. Having finnally gained the his attention, she pointed her finger to the top most window of the burning building. The giant nodded and followed her over to lift the women out. Carrying her to the well he placed her in the care of a group of humans.

Sage gave a sigh of relief and turned to get more water. At that moment, a flaming wooden support beam cracked, and leaned slowly towards Sage, who had her back turned.

“Watch out!” Someone bellowed. Her wrist shone brightly at the words, blinding Sage with the sudden light.

“What in the—?” Her feet left the ground, her torso was enclosed in something warm and firm. Sage looked up to see the face of the giant who she had gone to for help. “Hey, Put me down! I can walk on my own thank you very much!”

But he kept running, running to the other side of the battle where the giants took a temporary base. He was taking her prisoner.

“No! Wait! Let me go!” She thrashed around wildly trying to get him to drop her.

“Stop that.” He said in a frustrated tone as he lowered her to the ground. As soon as her feet touched the stone, she tried to dart off, but his fingers held her by the arm.

“Will you please stop that?” He asked as Sage beat his hand with her free arm. When Sage wouldn’t stop he gave a small sigh and lifted her to his knee. Taking the glove off on his free hand with his teeth, he shoved his hand into her view.

Sage had turned her head away, assuming he was about to crush her, but after a few moments when she realized she wasn’t dead yet, she looked. His wrist caught the light from a flash of lightning and allowed her to read the words “Sir, please I need your help.”

They were gold.

He took the arm he had pinned between his fingers and held up her wrist. It was also gold and read “Watch out.”

“No…” Sage gasped. Something dropped in her stomach. Something that burned and twisted on the inside. “It can not…”

“Yes it is, we’re bound, you and I.” He had set her down again hoping some space would help her process it all.

Sage took a few shocked steps back. “No, what would, my uncle—, my mother—!” Sage shook her head, and turned on her heel to dash away.

“Wait!” The giants voice boomed behind her, causing a pen of startled horses to brake free. They began to stampede, galloping in Sage’s direction.

Caught in the middle of the herd, she tried to fight her way out, but something hit her head, and she slumped to the ground.

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Trives: Danish for prosper

Hope you enjoyed!

Fun fact: In World War one and two, they used girl guides as spys and they did a lot better than their male counterparts. I’ve always found that interesting and funny, a bit of the story is based on that.

Feel free to drop a writing prompt anytime!

@sammie-skele-turtle @nightmarejasmine @gatlily

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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