Here Birdies, Come Get Your Breadcrumbs Brainrot.

Here birdies, come get your breadcrumbs brainrot.

This ones pitifully soft for you guys.

Imagine a sizey dynmamic where they've just gotten used to eachother. My mind immediately goes to human/borrower given some cultural differences that could come into play but really this works with any sizey dynamic.

So the pair has gotten to the point where they're comfortable with touch. The borrower testing their limits, walking on them, sitting on them etc. They find hands especially comfortable with how soft they are.

The human is lounging on a couch, one leg handing off, and the borrower, instead of asking to be lifted up, just does things the borrower way and climbs their pantleg up. They go to walk up to the humans chest to strike up a conversation but fall short as they reach the abdomen.

Oh.

It's soft.

Frankly unless the person is absolutely shredded to the gills, most body types are gonna have at least some softness, especially at that size, so this scenario can fit a myriad of body types.

They, possibly a bit too comfortable with the human, and not at all familiar with what might be a bit awkward, flop down saying something particularly embarrassing like "Oh- you are soft."

Maybe borrowers like softer/heavier frames, maybe due to their small size they don't hold weight very long- but regardless, they don't see the act as intimate or embarrassing (whichever avenue you're heart wants).

Perhaps the human is a bit insecure, or maybe its just something so out of the blue and oddly intimate that they are just flustered to max. They try to move their friend, but now that an area has been put off limits?? Its far more enticing to the borrower, who's now dubbed it their favorite spot.

"Noooo! It's comfy!"

The human is red. Face burning all the way up to the tips of their ears.

When they realizes it flusters their friend?? Even better. They get a little rise out of the way they squirm, not used to feeling like the one that holds all the chips.

YOU GUYS SEE THE VISON?? YOU GUYS PICKING THIS UP???

UGH. Gimme.

Another weirdly specific brainrot is plagging me-

Imagine finding some item at a pawnshap/garage sale/thift shop, Maybe the item is a little figuring, maybe it's a book- whatever it is, the item is fairly small. Upon bringing it home, you start feeling weird. Your head hurts. Thinking it's a migraine, you grab the item and go to head to bed, only-

It yelps.

In a panic you drop it.

It screams.

At first you're quite freaked out, but upon realizing that the item is far more freaked out, you start to calm down. They, whatever it is they are, have been bound to that item, fully aware and conscious- able to feel and perceive, yet completely helpless and unable to do anything. Just an inanimate object. You're the first person that's been able to hear them. They're desperate for your help, though you can tell they're still terrified of you. You're huge to them, and they are quite literally unable to do anything except beg you be gentle.

It's odd, comforting an item, especially one so very terrified of you, but you do your best.

After some time, through conscious actions or random happenstance, you're able to figure out how exactly they're bound to the item- a small binding insignia scrawled on the surface of the item. All you'd need to do is interrupt the lines of ink and they'd be freed, returned to whatever body they came from.

Maybe you've grown close, and the notion of them leaving is sad, maybe the item is absolutely annoying and you're so very excited to get them out of your hair- whatever the case, you do it.

Though things don't work as expected.

They don't return to their body... in that, the item doesn't just go silent as the bound soul zips off to reunite with its body. No- instead, the item glows, taking on a human shape. It grows, but to your horror- it doesn't stop at 6ft. Not 7 or 8.... the once-object-now-person keeps growing beyond the limits of what's humanly possible. Are they 12ft? 20?? 50?? Up to you- but they're clearly far too big to be human, and suddenly, that feeling of powerlessness they once felt is now very unpleasantly relatable.

Is it a magic mishap? Are they from another world? A different species? Perhaps they're dangerous, bound for a specific reason. Are they grateful? Annoyed? Angry???

Adhdjsfjdjd I just think there's so much odd potential from what is essentially a very odd size swap. Lots of potential for both angst and sillys and very unique fearplay, and that combo is my go to happy meal.

misc. g/t writing prompts!

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1. “I thought giants were supposed to be scary.”

2. “Get down from there!”

3. “You better watch your step, Godzilla.”

4. “If you grab at me again, I will stab you.”

5. “Your shoe is the size of my car!”

6. “I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming.”

7. “Do you… hear that…?”

8. “I’ll catch you, I promise.”

9. “Dude, back off!”

10. “Dammit! Get back here!”

11. “Take a deep breath, it’s okay. I promise.”

12. “You’re… you’re not gonna bite me, right?”

13. “Are you kidding me?! You broke it!”

14. “I hate cats.”

15. “Keep your freakishly giant hands off of me.”

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MASTERPOST

LOOOOOOOORE

LINEAR STUFF

Rehabilitation (ft Carter, Oliver, Goosefoot, and Thimbleweed)

Plush

Grit

Prologue (to the main story)

(COMING SOON) Read the Signs (ft Caleb, Snakeweed, and Pix)

ONE-SHOTS (may be subject to becoming two shots)

The Date (will they? won't they? I don't know, but one of 'em seems scared!)

Best Friends (reckless boy meets quiet girl. what happens when recklessness leads to trouble?)

prologue

Miss Helga Goosefoot was a groundling from all over. She had been from the wild, until her family moved into human suburbs when they began to take over their home. When she was a rebellious teenager, she had dubbed herself the name of Helga and ran off to the city. But now, she was a far more relaxed, older groundling. She now resided in a calm human home in which her safety was guaranteed. Her name was known to many by now, most groundlings referring to her as Miss Goosefoot.

But why was she so famous?

Well, that would be because of her rehabilitation program.

Because of the guaranteed safety in her house, many groundlings sought out her home after being discovered or getting injured. She would help them, for however long it took, until they were ready to move on to a new house or back out into the wild.

But the thing that made her house so safe wasn't that, perhaps, it lacked humans.

No.

It simply contained two of the nicest ones she had ever come across.

But no one else had to know that.