Its Snowing In The Woods.

it’s snowing in the woods.

the trees are so full of snow, it’s as if their leaves have come back white, branches encased in a frigid cocoon. it’s quiet, aside from the wind’s howl. the currents of the forest have slowed to a crawl. nothing travels far. i do as i always do in these storms: check for little things. sometimes it’s an injured deer, a bear whose cave has collapsed, or—my favorite—a little lost traveler. huddled beneath the frosted branches, they always freeze when they see me: emerging from the swirling snow as a towering bundle of woven layers, snowflakes settled on my head like a frozen crown. sometimes they run, when they see me. they never get far, wading through waist or chest deep snow, limbs sluggish and stiff. sometimes they hide, climbing into trees or burying themselves between roots—and it takes some coaxing to convince them to leave their temporary safety for something more secure. sometimes, they come entirely willingly, collapsing into open hands, curling against upturned palms and clinging to warm fingers, melting the snow from their frozen faces. no matter how they initially react, they find themselves given murmured promises of shelter as they’re tucked between the folds of thick wool. if there is any struggle left, this is where it usually calms. between the blizzard and the giant, they tend to pick the latter. the weather has no compassion for little things, or anything at all. it is not its job, to be compassionate. but the little things are safe with me, shielded as i carry on my search, heavy heartbeat drowning out the wind’s howl through the sea of trees.

it’s snowing in the woods, but there is nothing to fear; i’ll keep the cold at bay.

I don’t talk about shrinking enough for someone who really fucking loves it as a trope, but today i was thinking about like...holding someone, feeling them shrink before your eyes rather than just watching. And I'm obsessed with it rn. So here...have this..

They were facing you at first, next thing you know they stumble and you catch them, arms under theirs, their head on your shoulder for a brief moment ‘til it’s not, for the change starts to overcome them rapidly; and soon you feel their weight drop against you entirely as their feet leave the ground and you realise, looking down to see their head barely at chest height, that you are holding them up. Their legs are dangling and you quickly crouch down, trying to keep them standing while still supporting them; their hands clutching the fabric of your shirt, fingers getting smaller by the second. But it’s not stopping yet. You can see panic in their eyes, fear even as they get even smaller; their weight feeling less and less against you as you sink to your knees, following them down to the ground; you don’t want to pick them up and humiliate them, you’re trying so very hard to keep their feet on the ground...but soon you’re less standing there with them, supporting them; and more looming over as they clutch in panicked desperation at you. Your arms don’t fit under their own anymore, but your hands do, and you wrap them round their chest to keep them from falling as the change overtakes them; with abject shock you realise your fingertips touch as you fold your digits around them. They’re tiny now, smaller than you ever thought possible for another human being to be, and you can feel a miniature heart fluttering against your palm; tears pricking in their eyes as they crane their neck back to look you in the eye. You can almost hear their thoughts.

It’s not stopping.

It’s not stopping, why isn’t it stopping?

They’re petrified, not of you, however. You suck in a deep breath as you feel them shrink in your hands, smaller and smaller until your palms engulf their entire torso; they’re like a doll now, and you realise the time has come to give up trying to keep them standing. You feel an overwhelming urge to protect them, hold them close just to give them some semblance of comfort; and so you do. You whisper an apology, terrified you might frighten them; and then you tighten your grip ever so slightly and lift. Tiny hands clutch at your digits, a gasp so small you can barely hear it rises from a shocked face, but they do not begin to squirm; though, looking at the toll the ordeals having on them you wonder if they simply do not have the strength to do so anymore. They dwindle more and you adjust your hold, able to grasp them one-handed now; the gentle squeeze of your grip surrounding their body and legs as you wonder just how small they can go. It’s hard to truly read expressions on a face that small, but you hope and pray that terror on their face isn’t directed at you. As they continue to shrink down you do the only thing you can think to do; you bring them up to your chest, and you hold them there in as close as a hug as you can manage. You lay your palm against them, pressing them right over your heart with a gentle touch; trying to ignore the fact you can feel their outline getting even tinier as they are held between your shirt and the plush surface of your hand. What are they now? Two inches tall? You can’t see them, they’re engulfed, hidden from view; and, as you try to focus on calming your own panicked breathing, it seems the gentle pressure against them does the trick. You feel their shrinking slow, grinding to a halt as they lay there; you wonder what they’re thinking, what it’s like to be in that dark, soft crevasse right over your heart. That little safe nook you made just for them, protecting them by surrounding them; encasing them in comfort. You feel them shift, and you briefly tilt your hand to peer down at them….

It’s stopped. It’s finally ended, and there they are; so impossibly small and yet unharmed, safe and sound there with you. They look up, and you almost burst into tears as you meet that pinprick gaze. The smallest lips part, and for a moment you fear they’re going to scream; can they even recognise what you look like now? They’re shorter than your pinkie finger….you must look like a monster.

But then, so quiet anyone but you might miss, a single phrase is spoken.

“Thank you”

And you wonder if they can feel your heart skip a beat against them.

posts a draw just to post a write,,sizeshifter button au

Amber had been trying to motivate him out of bed, but she ended up slumped against it, knees propped up, with a groggy teddy-bear sized Jules in her lap.

“what are you thinkin’ about, little guy?”

He grumbled against her chest as she ran a finger through his hair. “I have to study. For exams.”

She hummed sympathetically. “I’ll help you.”

“But you have your own thing.”

“I finished early.”

He pulled back to give her a hopeful glance, before sinking back against her legs. “I don’t want to eat into your free time.”

Amber curled up tighter to press him into her, pressing a warm kiss to his forehead. “You’re my free time, tinkerbell. Let me help you.”

Her hair fell around him and he pushed it out of his face, giggling. “Not tinkerbell-,”

“Like that one?”

“God, no.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

“Anything tasteful?”

“Tom thumb.”

“Hm.”

“Thumbelina.”

“those are basically the same thing.”

“Pipsqueak?” He blushed but recoiled. “How about…my love? Little dove? Darling? Little mouse?” She loomed above him, elbows on her knees. “Morsel?” She purred. Jules probably didn’t even realize he was shrinking until she tilted his chin up with a finger to see his face, flush and rosy with a smile he was failing to suppress. “Ahh. Gotcha.”

He rolled his eyes, peeling away from her gaze, arms trying to hide himself. “You can’t just do that.”

“I can do whatever i want, I’m a giant.” She shifted down the side of bed, making him stumble against her.

“You’re cruel.” He propped himself up on her belly.

“You’re pretty.” Her teasing grin faltered for a moment. She’d meant it to throw him off, but she found herself meaning it. The little man in her lap was used to her teasing, but his shell cracked easily, green eyes widening under tousled blonde hair.

He stammered. “I thought you were trying to get me out of bed.”

She took another moment, breath slowing, before a more genuine smile tugged at her lips. “That’s right. You can stare star-struck into my eyes as i make breakfast.”

Jules scoffed and climbed into her awaiting hand, where he stumbled and caught himself on her fingers as she rose to her feet. She could tell his energy was already draining.

He sunk sleepily against her neck as she placed him on her shoulder. “Thank you for helping me.” He said quietly. Amber didn’t pause as she donned her slippers before stepping into the cold kitchen, chuckling softly.

“I love you. You’re not my burden.”

V ON TWITTER V ON TWITTER *throwing table through wall* *walking through hole firing sixguns into air* V ON TWITTER

digital shenanigans ... the idea of borrowers on social media is so funny to me

They are my very favorite new G/t thing.

If V and Avery swapped sizes for a day what madness would be unleashed.

omg this is such a good question !! if the two swapped sizes all kinds of funny business would occur.

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Avery’s super chill, she is calm when she talks and doesn't make many sudden movements. She also doesn't get angry very easily - sure, V can annoy her, but she never yells or gets physical. V has never been particularly scared of her because her tone of voice and demeanor make her easy to be around.

V, on the other hand, talks a lot with her hands and is very energetic and loud. So if the pair woke up one morning to their current sizes swapped it would probably go like this:

Avery was not scared of V (because they've been dating for awhile and V would never hurt her), but she was concerned that V would not know how to behave around a tiny person (she was right - it took V awhile to learn to talk quieter).

After the initial commotion of this change wore off, the girls got dressed for the day. Sometimes when they have impromptu sleepovers, V gets lazy and sleeps with her dress and ribbon on. Avery usually sleeps in a sports bra and shorts, and she soon realized the only thing that would fit her were V's other dresses (she was not very thrilled).

Now that V is appropriately sized to do human things, she has a ton of stuff she wants to do. 

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here’s some fun little drawings of them chilling at home !!

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now if Avery was a borrower and V was a human, their paths probably would have never crossed because Avery isn't reckless and V would have been disgusted to find out a small person was living in her walls.

wanted to draw some cutesy gt~