G/T Dialogue For Story Inspiration!!

G/T Dialogue for Story Inspiration!!

“That’s it. I’ve had it. In my pocket you go.”

“I can make that jump! You just have to trust me!”

“Little one? No please don’t hide again!”

“Christ- you’re huge. Wait- is that offensive? IM SORRY-“

“Stop moving! I don’t wanna drop you-“

“Cities look entirely different from this point of view…”

“Why are they running? I just wanted friends…”

“See this needle? You do NOT wanna be on the other side of it- big guy!”

“You literally bought me a tiny Remote control car…”

“God you’re adorable! I might just keep you like this- kidding! Unless-“

i havent seen many people talk about this, but i know it from experience so....

Misophonic Tinies !!! (misophonia is when somebody hears a trigger sound, like chewing, or seeing a trigger movement, like finger tapping/knee bouncing, and then experiencing things like extreme anger, panic/anxiety attacks, and the extreme urge to escape. i struggle with this myself and though id love to be around a giant i know this stuff would impact me badly)

explaining misophonia to a giant

never eating with the giant

HEADPHONES. SAVE ME.

flat out walking away bc you can hear the giant breathing

getting frustrated easily during conversation bc I caN HEAR YOU CHEWING THE INSIDE OF YOUR LIP QUIT IT

"you have a bird in your nose." (nose whistling iykyk)

can't lay on giant bc of normal bodily fluid noises

feeling bad bc you can't be around the giant for so long even though you care about them

never hanging out in a quiet space

the "sorry man, not tonight, I was around a dripping faucet all day" and staying on call instead

hands are good, hands don't have sounds AND I can hide in them from all the sounds

"oh my god WHY CAN I HEAR YOUR THROAT CLICKING WHY?????"

I can see. your finger. it's twitching. i can see it out of the corner of my eye please. please.

giant tiny sentence starters

1. “please don’t be sick in my pocket.” 

2. “So are you just going to keep me in a jar forever, or…?” 

3. “This is insane! People don’t just shrink!” 

4. “I’m not scared of you, not really. You’re just… big.” 

5. “You’re so small, I’m always worried I’m going to accidentally hurt you.” 

6. “I like being held in your hands. They’re warm and gentle and safe.” 

7. “Please put me down! I don’t like heights!” 

8. “Ha! You can’t get me now! You’re too big to fit in here!” 

9. “I have to admit, finding a tiny person hiding in my _____ was not what I was expecting out of my day.” 

10. “Are you going to be okay? I mean… you’re so small.” 

11. “What are you doing?! You can’t just walk around at your size! What if someone sees you?” 

12. “I know I must seem big and scary to you, but I don’t mean any harm, promise.” 

13. “Wow, you’re big. I mean, I knew you were big, but now that I’m right next to you… you’re really, really big.” 

14. “Do you plan to come out of my pocket any time soon, or do you just live there now?” 

15. “Oh please, you won’t hurt me. You may be big, but you’re also a big softie.” 

16. “”You okay with riding on my shoulder?” 

17. “I don’t care how big you are, I will fight you!” 

18. “Please don’t try to fight someone literally ____ times you’re size.”

hug a giant day !!!

this is just a collection of small little blurbs from my favorite characters i've written!

Rehabilitation (featuring Oliver and Goosefoot)

Oliver was coming home from a long night shift at his janitorial job. He hardly got to see his brother anymore, and he hated it.

"I'm...I'm not what he needs. He needs a father and a mother, not a brother." He admitted to Miss Goosefoot one early morning.

"You're doing the best you can," She said, side hugging his wrist. "Carter knows that."

The Date (featuring Ezra and Sal)

It had been a month or so since the date, and Ezra was excited to go to work. Sal was fairly used to him now, and a few others at the office liked him too. It had taken a lot of work, but he was happy to know that people weren't terrified of him anymore.

The morning was slow, as nobody needed to give anything to anyone else, but eventually the Boss called him in and said he needed to deliver a note to Sal. Ezra had smiled and accepted the task with a nod, quickly heading straight to Sal's office. He had to remind himself not to blush too much, as there was no way Sal would ever like him that way, especially not after the disaster of that very first date. However, he was still excited to see them again.

"Sal, the Boss had a note for you," he said, smiling through the balcony window.

"I know," Sal said, a smile on their voice. They came out onto the balcony and looked as though they were up to something instantly. "Do you want me to read it to you?" They asked, holding back a laugh. Ezra scratched the back of his neck with one hand, and offered Sal the note with the other.

"Um, am I going to regret-!" He gasped as her felt Sal wrap their small arms around his finger. He blushed hard, fingers trembling lightly before he let out a soft exhale. "May...May I pick you up for a proper one?" Sal nodded with a smile. Ezra delicately plucked them up and brought them close to his heavily beating heart and he tried not to smother them into his chest so much.

"Thank you." He said, holding them close.

Best Friends (featuring Simon and Nikki)

Nikki was still small, as it had only been a few hours since Simon had used the gun on her. He had brought her to his house during that time, regretting the fact that his desk and floor were a mess. Nikki hadn't said much, but Simon had certainly thought a lot. He was mostly circling one thought, why don't you ever think before you act?

"Uh, Simon?" Nikki asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Are you going to set me down anywhere?" Simon cringed, hating the thought that maybe Nikki was thinking of all the ways he could hurt her. He set her down on the desk quickly, before sitting in his chair.

"I need to figure out a way to get you back to normal." He remarked, wishing he could go back in time and fix everything. "But...I don't..." He sighed, dropping his head on the desk, causing Nikki to jump. He groaned into the wood, eyes starting to burn. That was, until there was a soft touch to the side of his head. He turned slowly to see that it was Nikki hugging the side of his head.

"Look, we'll find a way out of this, okay?"

best friends

this was inspired by this post bc it gave me the juices and i just had to write something with it...the potential was too great

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Nikki and Simon were best friends. Ever since kindergarten, the pair had never been apart. They each completed each other in a way. Nikki had never been all that good at communicating with others, especially not when she was younger. That was mostly caused by a speech impediment, leaving Nikki insecure and afraid that people would make fun of her. Oftentimes, that left Simon to do all the talking, which he was completely happy to do.

"Friends don't let friends be scared," He'd say with a wink whenever Nikki hid from someone new.

But now they were older, and Nikki had grown into a better, more well-adjusted teen. She had eliminated her speech impediment for the most part, and she had grown to be far more comfortable with people other than Simon, even if she didn't know them. Simon, though, hadn't changed. He still acted childishly and foolishly, often not thinking about the consequences of his actions before he did them. He got rougher with the ways he showed affection, always squeezing his hugs a little tight or hurting someone with what was intended as a playful slap on the back. Nikki had heard something about him tackling another person to the ground, but she hoped it wasn't true.

He had all these crazy ideas that usually ended in careless destruction, like her fifteenth birthday when he broke in through the window at six in the morning just so he could be the first to wish her a happy birthday. It was a sweet gesture, but the shards of glass that littered her floor after told a different story.

The worst of it was when Nikki could tell he was feeling bad about something, but when she asked he'd change the subject.

All of that was fine with Nikki, of course. She knew that he was still a good person. He was still a good friend, even if emotions made him run and he was never vulnerable with her. That didn't bother her. It didn't bother her at all.

...

Okay, maybe just a little. But Nikki had gotten closer to finally getting Simon to be real and not just some cartoon facade he put on to make himself seem more fun.

That was, until he found a raygun at a pawnshop and decided he wanted to surprise test it on Nikki.

He had asked her to meet him at their childhood playground, right by the swings they had shared many conversations on. She agreed, and she instantly spotted him when she made it to the park.

"Nikki! I bought something from the pawner!" Simon waved, kicking his legs out on the swing. She stood in front of him.

"What even is that?" She asked, pointing at the raygun.

"I don't know what it does," he admitted, fiddling with it in his hands, "but I was hoping we could test it out together?" He looked at her with a glow in his eyes.

"Okay, sure. I haven't got much else to do." Nikki shrugged.

"Great. Now hold still." He closed one eye and aimed the raygun at her.

"Wait, wha-"

ZAP.

Nikki closed her eyes the minute the bright light had fired, but after a few minutes, she opened them again. The mulch ground of the park now looked far, far bigger than it should have been, and as Nikki's heat began to pound in her chest, she looked up to see Simon squatting over her.

"Wow. Now you're really short." He snickered, setting the raygun down. "There's no way I could've guessed it would do this! This is so cool! Look at how tiny and cute you are!" Nikki's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. How could this have even happened? It wasn't scientifically possible! She was snapped out of her thoughts as the shadow of Simon's hand descended upon her. She yelped, though she didn't scream, and pushed his fingers away. It did almost nothing, as Simon was quick to scoop her up.

She resisted the urge to scream again when he brought her right up close to his face and she saw a scratch on it which only reminded her more of his carelessness.

"S-Simon..." She stuttered, uncaring that her impediment had returned. "Ple-please...put-put me down." Her voice was at a whimper.

"Huh? It's...it's me, Nikki." He sounded nervous, which made her even more nervous. "It's just me-"

"That's-That's exactly the problem!" She yelped, and he pulled his face back a little in shock.

"What...do you mean?" His lower lip twitched, and for a minute Nikki thought she could see his eyes gloss over.

"Simon- you-you're loud! And clumsy! And you hurt people all the time without realizing it! I-I don't want my life in you're hands! Especially- Especially not if you're going to treat it like it's funny that now I'm the size of your finger!" She shakes as she says it, but letting it out makes her feel better. "Just- for once in your life! Treat this seriously!" Simon doesn't look at her, his fingers twitching.

"You know I'd never hurt you," Simon said, biting his lip, "right? You do know that, right?" He still couldn't look at her. Nikki glanced away, thinking about all the times he had grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her someplace he thought was cool, the times when she had come home bruised on the back from when he thought something was particularly funny and slapped her on the back. She looked at him and finally recognized the doubt on his face. At least he was taking this seriously.

"You're...scared of me?" Simon finally looked at her, sounding very close to tears. "I know I can be a lot...and I can be careless, but I-I'd...I thought you liked it?" Nikki slumped, feeling gross. "You...I...I can be gentle...with you." Nikki still couldn't look at him, now overcome with the weight of guilt. She felt humiliated and scared and guilty all at the same time.

"God...I'm such a coward," she admitted quietly to herself.

"No, no you're not...I'm the coward. I-I never took anything seriously, and that was wrong-"

"No, I-I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. That was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm just so tired...tired of feeling like you're acting like you're okay when I know you aren't." Nikki sighed in his hand.

"I...Sometimes I feel bad. Like the time I broke your window. But I don't know how to say sorry." Simon admitted, sitting on the ground after setting Nikki down. "I just feel like...maybe sometimes you don't want me around anymore."

"No! That's not true at all!" Nikki was quick to say. "I'd never want you out of my life! You were my first friend! There's no way I wouldn't want you around anymore!"

"You...do you mean that?" Simon asked, leaning forward.

"Yeah. You mean a lot to me."

"Thanks. You, uh, you mean a lot to me too."

Plush (day 3 of gt July)

Carter loved his teddy bear, just as any other eight year old would love the plush they cuddled to sleep at night. But, after he had brought it to school, a rip had formed at one of the seams.

"Oliver, Bartholomew has a rip!" He whined to his big brother the morning following the incident.

"I told you it was a bad idea for you to bring it to school." Oliver tutted, pouring milk into the younger boys cereal bowl. Carter harrumphed with exaggeration. Oliver set down his breakfast, then sat across from.his little brother. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Can't you fix it?" Carter asked, fiddling with his spoon in his cereal. "You have all that thread and the pointy thingy." Oliver smiled warmly, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, I promise it'll be all fixed when you come back home." Oliver said, grabbing his little brother's backpack. "Do you want me to walk you to school, or do you want to go with Ray and her mom?" Carter pushed out from the table and scampered to get his backpack.

"I wanna walk with Ray!" He said, excited. "Please." He added, remembering the conversation they had about being polite. Oliver opened the door.

"Okay kid, you have a good day!" He called as Carter rushed to catch up with his friend.

"Bye!" Carter yelled back. "I love you!"

Once Oliver closed the door, he knocked on the wall.

"Miss Goosefoot? Would you mind helping me out?" That was the thing Carter didn't know about the needles and thread. They weren't exactly for human use. Oliver had no idea how to sew.

Soon enough, a small woman in a dark pink dress emerged from the walls, still putting her brown hair up in a bun. Her tail flicked and her long ears perked up as she approached, walking on the countertop of the kitchen.

"What would you like me to help with?" She asked nicely. Oliver offered her a hand to stand on.

"Carter's bear has a rip." He admitted. "I was hoping you had the time to fix it?" Miss Goosefoot nodded.

"I haven't got a groundling in the program at the moment, so you grab that radio and some thread and we'll make a day of it." She winked, stepping onto his hand and sitting down gracefully. Oliver smiled, carrying her to his bedroom and dropping her off next to his alarm clock, which doubled as a radio. Once Miss Goosefoot hit the button on the side, he went off to grab the bear and thread.

When he returned, he sat at his desk right in front of Miss Goosefoot. Once she was settled and found the right position to sew up the bear, which was about five times her height, he pulled out his laptop.

"You wouldn't happen to have any advice for a resume, would you?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Well, I can't exactly write your letter of recommendation, but I do know that you are most likely qualified for whatever you wish to do." She said, threading the needle with ease. "I'm just glad you finally quit that janitorial job. I did miss you, you know. Can't blame an old lady for not staying up until midnight." She joked.

"Yeah, at this point I just want a decent paying job without being on the nightshift. Carter didn't like that much either." He sighed, propping up his head on his hand. During that time, Oliver almost never saw his brother. It was breakfast, dinner, and then he had to leave. Carter hated it, especially because he couldn't fall asleep without someone else in the house.

"Ah, yes, I remember." Miss Goosefoot replied without looking up from her stitching job. She tied the last knot and finished it off cleanly. "I just about revealed myself when he woke up crying that one night." Oliver clicked something on his computer.

"I know, and again I'm sorry you felt like you had to-"

"Oliver. You know I'm perfectly fine with humans. You and Carter don't scare me." She looked at him.

"I-I know that." He paused, closing his computer with a sigh upon realizing he wasn't going to get much job hunting done. "I'm just worried about his reaction to meeting groundlings." He ruffled his hair. "He doesn't know how to be gentle yet, I can't let him hurt anybody and he certainly can't start seeking you out, what if you have a patient and they get spooked because he started calling out for you? I refuse to jeopardize your work." Miss Goosefoot was silent.

"I appreciate all that you do for me and my patients, but maybe it would be good for Carter to learn about all of this?" She asked, not saying exactly what she wanted to, which was: If not now, then when will you let him learn?

"Not today. Probably not tomorrow either. I promise I'll find a good time, and I'll teach him."

When Carter came home, Oliver was waiting for him with Bartholomew in his hands. Carter was happy the bear was fixed.

And Miss Goosefoot was happy that her humans were happy.