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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.”

I think part of why I love the giant/tiny dynamic for friendships sm is bc it requires *so* much trust. Like I have such a hard time trusting people irl but at the same time wish it was easier for me to be emotionally close/vulnerable with people. And bc of that the idea of trusting someone sm even if they’re several times ur size and could easily hurt u but knowing that they absolutely never will is such a nice concept.

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

I’ll talk to anyone about anything, I’m pretty old and I’ve seen some frankly weird shit. Also I’m good for music recommendations.

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

OK. With one relationship therapist, I admitted that I like giant women. She says, oh, like 300 pounds? I say, no, like 300 feet. And she looked at me like my head was on backwards. She was wholly unable to process the information. That having been said, my personal therapist was unfazed, and in fact during one depressive episode she ended a session by saying, you know what, this weekend, BE two inches tall. I said, if that happens you will never see me again. We both laughed. I stopped laughing and stared at her. She kept laughing until she saw my face.

I low key think it’s absolutely fascinating to hear what “preferences” someone has within G/t. Like…not just F/m, M/m, etc., but also preferences on how tall a Giant should be/small a Tiny should be, personality traits for either, romantic or platonic or familial, Tiny in a Human world (making the Humans the Giants) vs. Giant in a Human world (making the Humans the Tinies).

Maybe it’s just the psychology stuff I’ve studied? But this stuff fascinates 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.