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I just love when the giant is kind ♡
My g/t heart is happy :)
Expressing my love for g/t
(English is not my first language and I'm not the best when it comes to expressing my feelings, but here I go)
When the giant is sweet and carefull when interacting with the tiny... my heart gets warm, my head calms down and butterflies appear, flying around inside my stomach.
G/t wholesome scenes are like a comfort place where I don't feel so sad.
Sometimes, I need to lie on my bed, close my eyes and think about giants being kind to their little friend or lover.
Giants teasing their tiny friend, their friendship, their precious little moments, their love, it all makes me feel... sweet emotions...
And it's not only the wholesome moments. It's about the adventures, the stories, the excitement you feel when you discover a whole new fantasy world of amazing stories with giants and tinies!
A giant meeting a tiny for the first time! Their journey to their friendship, their story...
Giants and tinies helping each other, them being kind to each other, them teasing and pranking each other, them fighting against those who hate the giants or the tinies in their world...
Sweet scenes, sad scenes, funny scenes, scary scenes...
I like to create g/t stories in my head, when I close my eyes I can live those adventures and watch my characters live amazing moments. I LOVE them.
I'm not the best with words, and words can't describe all the feelings and the precious connection I've created with g/t. This connection is so precious to me that it's scary. Like I'm afraid of losing this important part of my life.
:)
THIS^^ JUST YES.
Recently i had a gt concept in mind and i had the duty to draw it
Basically, the story is about a mute girl who meet the giant of the forest near her village. Everyone in her village have told her how evil and dangerous the giant was, but it turns out she's really good at knowing people's will and she see that, inside him, he doesn't really want to hurt humans and that he is very lonely since no one come to visit him.
After that, she decided to stay with him as much as she can as the giant reminds her how risky it is for her to stay with him.
LATER :
Voilà
Spoiler : at the end they become friends-
The ART. The ANGST 🤌🤌 I love this so much
Hand Held 1.2
What if Kristine made a scrambling run for it? Turning around, forcing herself up, her feet trying to gain traction. The urgent need to book it pumping through her.
The “Hand Held” series is loosely tied together, but can be enjoyed by itself. I have always enjoyed the challenge of trying to capture so many different emotions of that first touch/grab/pickup.
Is this massive hand belonging to a friend? Or to a foe? Or to your OC??? Once again I invite you to (SFW) interact and interpret freely. Comment, Reblog, draw, write, DM, I LOVED all the creativity from the previous post. Thank you for the fun! Much love G/T Community.
Here are links to …
Hand Held 1 (originally titled “Nearly Touching” back in 2011)
Hand Held 1.1
Found family g/t is literally the best I love this
Family 3/? (gt story)
First part:
Previous part:
!Warning!
fear, mention of death and potentially eating people, sadness, is rather fluffy I think..
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Mark stood stunned, staring at his husband and the tiny girl in his hand. James laughed slightly at that.
"I felt that way too, calm down babe" he said quietly looking at his husband. James gaze then returned to Lizzie, who was clinging tightly onto the stuffed elephant. It was obvious that Lizzie got scared again seeing Mark, her eyes filled with tears again, which softened the hearts of both men.
"Oh, calm down, sweetheart, it's just my husband, Mark. Don't be afraid, love" James whispered gently, stroking her hair. Lizzie didn't look any more calm. Now she avoided the eyes of both men. Earlier, when she was alone with James and the plushie, even for a short moment she did not feel like James was a murderous beast that humans are, but he felt like a really nice person. Almost like... a parent? No, she should never use that word. Certainly not talking about a human. Now, however, when Mark apperead, she was terrified again and didn't want and couldn't be around humans. Mark didn't seem half as nice as James, he was much taller and more powerfully built.
"W-Where are her parents?" Mark asked his beloved. James lost his sparkle in his eye. He thought Lizzie was some kind of revelation from heaven, their tiny little dream child, but the truth was that she might have parents who were looking for her right now. After all, it was impossible for a child of her age to live all alone. James didn't wish her parents anything bad, but he was silently asking the Universe that Lizzie would need him.
"I don't know..." James muttered under his breath.
"Lizzie, where are your parents?" James asked quietly, stroking the girl's back with one finger. It had calmed her before, but she didn't seem calmer now.
"Returned to the Creator or something.." Lizzie mumbled softly, remembering what Cain had told her. That their parents are already in a better place and they are happy there and they don't have to hide anymore. Lizzie had always wanted to visit them or live with them, but Cain said that there will come a time they will, but it will be in far away future.
The men's eyes widened. Something was wrong in their stomachs now. That poor little girl was... alone?
"Are you..Who's looking after you Lizzie? You're still a little too young to be all alone.." James whispered, frightened by the vision.
"I'm not too little! I'm already 8 years old! And I have a big brother!" Lizzie was indignant at being described as a little girl.
"Big brother?" Mark asked confused. Lizzie flinched. Mark's voice was deep and resonant and didn't remind her of anything nice. Her legs trembled at very the thought of being in front of humans, and here she had to face them and talk to them. James didn't even seem very human, he was kind and quiet, but the other one reminded her that she was in hellish danger right now. She needed her brother to be able to come back home.
"Y-yes, I have a big brother and he is scary and brave and he will save me!" exclaimed the girl with feigned confidence, wiping tears from her ocean blue eyes.
"Save you? From what exactly?" James asked, his voice breaking. He was afraid he already knew the answer.
"Well.. Humans. You know bestial monstrous humans?" Lizzie said in disbelief that these men didn't know what was going on. Mark and James felt as if their hearts had stopped beating for a moment. As if something had died in them. James felt tears building at the corners of his eyes. He felt very sorry for Lizzie and her brother and didn't understand how they could see them as... monsters?
"How old..?" gasped Mark, his voice cracking "How old is your brother?"
"Fourteen! He's big now and he's not afraid of anything!" Lizzie said with a smile, but her legs trembled with fear whenever she made eye contact with one of the giants. Both men's hearts stopped beating properly. A 14-year-old boy taking care of his little sister all by HIMSELF?
"Where is your brother now?" Mark said coolly. Lizzie immediately stopped smiling. His voice sounded... scary. The man, however, had other plans than to scare the little ones. He wanted to find the boy and help him. Help them. He knew that James wanted it too, but he was too jittery with all this information to take the initiative.
"Home" Lizzie mumbled, snuggling tighter into the elephant. The borrower rules she already knew were "don't let humans see you" and "don't tell humans where your hiding spot is if you get caught and you don't live alone." She had already broken the most important one, but she did not plan to say more. She had to wait for her brother to show up to save her.
"Where-"
"Aren't you hungry Lizzie? Why don't I make you some breakfast?" James cut in, interrupting his husband. He though that putting too much pressure on a girl who is on the verge of crying again is not a good idea. Plus he thought Lizzie was like 6 years old and skinny, so if she's 8 she's on the verge of starvation.
"Bre-k-fast?" The girl said, as if testing out the word. As if she was using it for the first time, even as if she was hearing it for the first time.
"You know, the most important meal?" James flinched at her response. Lizzie didn't know why he reacted the way he did, but she found it a little ironic. Instead of her panicking, James looked more scared now. Lizzie just shook her head.
"I'll make... cereal." James mumbled, trying to calm himself down.
"Call my work and say I'm not coming today because I'm sick" he said quietly, turning to face his husband. Mark nodded. James then proceeded to prepare the meal, and Mark sat in his place, smiling at Lizzie, who just hid more, cuddling up to the elephant.
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Cain knew he had to save his sister at all costs. He hoped she was still in the tunnel, but unfortunately she wasn't. Approaching the end of the tunnel, he didn't expect to hear humans on the countertop.
Oh shit. Are they up?! Why so early?! Cain was horrified at the thought. He couldn't hear much from the tunnel exit, but he did understand one thing. They said something about food. The only vision his mind creates told him that Lizzie was supposed to be the main course.
"Over my dead body" Cain whispered as he prepared to rescue his sister.
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Sorry I wasn't posting for long, hope you enjoyed❤️
Eurovision 2018 Trouble (G/T) (Fanfic)
It was a lovely day in Lisbon, and all the artists were enjoying a nice meal of Portuguese food, Let's not forget Pastel de Natas (Custard Tarts), "So delicious" said Vanja from Montenegro, "They are so moreish, said SuRie from the United Kingdom, But someone at RTP had spiked Mikolas Josef's, Vanja's, and Rasmussen's food with growth potion, "I think I'm going to be sick", said Rasmussen from Denmark, "Me too" said Mikolas Josef from the Czech Republic, all three went in the bathroom, "AAHH" said SuRie, as a giant hand burst out of the bathroom, it belonged to Mikolas, "GIANTS", she said as the Czech singer's foot burst out the building, everyone screamed as Vanja and Rasmussen burst out the bathroom, all the other guests in the restaurant are screaming, Rasmussen picked up Netta, "I'm not your toy" she sung, but she really was a toy this time. "Get off me" said Netta, as the Danes hand wrapped around her, Vanja picked up SuRie, she screamed "Put me down!" and in a King Kong style moment, they climbed the tallest building in Lisbon, the Torre de Monsanto (according to Google, Kenny) Mikolas carried everyone on his hand to the building, "Put them down" he said, they put Netta and SuRie down, and Mikolas took his socks and shoes off, "Why are you doing that", said Jessica, "Because I want to keep a keepsake from when I was 50ft tall". A giant Jon Ola Sand walked to the building, "Oh my god, the executive supervisor too!!!" said Franka. "Don't worry, I accidentally ate some of Rasmussen's Pastel de Nata" he said, Rasmussen was cross, even when Jon Ola shrunk them back down, excluding himself, and Mikolas' shoes luckily, Rasmussen stopped after Jon Ola picked them up and took them back to the hotel.
THE END
Mark & Jack, Best Buddies: Part 1
Markiplier visited Ireland, he saw a house bigger than other houses. "That's unlike any of the houses I've seen" he said as he knocked on the door, a man with green hair answered the door who was 24ft tall, "Top o' the mornin' to ya!!"
He picked him up and put him in the kitchen. "You are tiny, what is your name." said the man. "My name is Mark." he said, nervously. "My name is Séan, but you can just call me Jack, nice to meet you" he said.
Mark and Jack had a fun time together, they collaborated on a vlog and went to the local park, until Mark had to go home, "Can't wait until I see you again" he said as he left for the airport, "I might see you next time." said Jack.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mark and Jack: Best Buddies: Part 2
Mark went out shopping, "Oh no, I forgot the bread" he put his hand over his head and went back in the shop, but his friend Jack loomed over him, he was 24ft tall, "Mark, I got the bread for you", he said, as he put down some bread, "How did you know my favourite brand?!" said Mark, "I saw you eating toast when I arrived", said Jack.
Well he was eating toast when he arrived, Mark was finishing off when he heard a tremor outside. "What is going on" he said, then he saw Jack outside, "Top o' the mornin' to ya, I told you that I was gonna be back", Jack said, he picked up Mark, they hugged each other, the entire neighbourhood saw, "Get a room you two!", said the next door neighbour, they were embarrassed.
Back to the present and Mark came back home WITH the bread this time, thanks to Jack, he was thankful for Jack this time, but Jack had gone back to his vlog HQ in London, and he couldn't say thank you, he would just have to wait until Christmas.
PART 3 COMING AT CHRISTMAS
Giant: Hello, how are you?
Tiny: Good, thank you
Giant: Have you heard of horrible G/T movies?
Tiny:
Hello I am temporarily back from my slumber.
hello!!
hi everyone!! im new to the gt tumblr community! some of you may know me as ~ cnart12 ~ on deviantart and i love to write g/t stories:)
im planning on using this to make friends and get more involved and write some blurbs and whatnot ((and maybe post some of my drawings))
heyooo check out my gt story “Displaced” on deviantart :) I just updated it after a long hiatus.
((( https://cnart12.deviantart.com )))
heres a little ~*~preview~*~ of the first chapter
“The first thing that I noticed when I came to was the deafeningly loud ringing of my ears. There was nothing, only this terrible pressure on my head and the rough stinging of my palms and knees. I felt as though I was disembodied, merely floating, helpless, above my nearly unconscious body.
My senses began to slowly return to me in small waves, first with the ringing in my ears dying down to a whisper, my eyes were glued shut by dried tears, and then the tingling of my limbs moving up from the tips of my fingers and toes. I let a groan loose from my lips as I slowly bent my sore and battered limbs, checking for injuries. Where the hell was I? What happened? I bit my lip in pain as I sat up and lifted my palms to my eyes and wiped the gunk from my lashes, slowly cracking them open. My blurry surroundings finally came into focus, blobs of green slowly turning into ginormous... stalks of grass...? My eyes widened as I frantically whipped my head around, fully taking in everything around me. Everything was huge. Utterly ginormous. It was incomprehensible to my weak and fragile mind. The world swam around me as tears of fright filled my eyes. I stumbled to my feet, ignoring my body's protests of pain, and let my gaze sweep over all that was around me. Blades of vibrantly green grass ended around my hips, and the trees... well they soared to heights my squinting eyes couldn't even make out. The sun shone brutally down on my tired skin, quickly warming me to the point of uncomfortable moistness. I stumbled backwards as a black shadow swooped above me, wind rustling my unkempt hair. I suddenly went cold all over, a bead of sweat dropped down the small of my back. That raven was larger than my minuscule self, the size difference baffled me. My breaths came in short heaving gasps. No. This couldn't be happening. I was a mere 4 inches tall in this strange and unfamiliar world. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stumbled towards the shelter of a tree root. I was so tiny. So small.”
alexa and elijah ! :-D
aaa worked a bit more on this in sketchbook (thank you @empressxmachina<3) but im real excited about digital art now:)
read the story behind this drawing here
In The Walls chapter 2
a/n: hOOOOOO boy, i have been MIA because school has started, which means class all day and work all night. but i was FINALLY able to find time to do a highly requested part 2 to this. i decided to have this one go at least four chapters since im in a bit of a block rn (so sorry if this sucks lmao) but HERE WE GO
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taglist: @nightmarejasmine @burrpoetry @thepoolofthedead @the-original-space-cowboy @gttrash@smolkuriboh27 @tiefling-trickery @teenygiant @bittykimmy @misfitsgalaxygt @a-black-pegasus @smol-jar-of-pickles @sanderssidestrash27 @snack-at-midnight @haveyouheardofborrowers
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Scott was not expecting that. He thought you’d scream, or run away, but pass out? He was temporarily stunned before snapping out of his shock— he had to see to it that you were okay. He ran into the bathroom and got a small washcloth. He gently slipped his hand under your unconscious body and placed it on the towel.
“Water. They need water,” Scott muttered as he slid down the stairs. He filled up a small cup that Cassie had gotten him as part of a doll set (it was still pretty big when he shrunk, but it was useable), grabbed a few Saltines and rushed back up to his room.
“There you go, bud,” he said, gently placing the food and drink next to the towel.
“I’ll just, uh…” Scott flipped his helmet backed up and pressed the button, shrinking back down. He sat next to you and waited for 30 minutes before you finally came to.
“…come on, (Y/n), please wake up!”
You groaned and rubbed your eyes, which sent a sting through the back of your head. Your head! It was throbbing. You let the pain fade away before trying to remember what just happened. You pushed up with your hands, and immediately you were met with something… soft. You looked down. You were sitting on a… towel?
“Oh! Thank god you’re awake.”
You froze. Why was there someone talking to you?
Your eyes snapped open, and you remembered. The borrower. Your room. The dresser. Scott. He had shrunken back down again and was now standing next to you, which just boggled your brain even more.
You felt your hands starting to shake as you tried to push yourself up. Your arms were jelly.
“P-please…” you whimpered. You weren’t even sure why you were whimpering that considering you were the same height now, but that was all you could get out before he started talking.
“It’s me! Scott. Are you alright?”
You nodded your head yes, a little confused. He was acting like nothing happened.
“I’m really sorry,” he said softly. “I-I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything like that.” He pointed next to you. “There’s some food and water.”
‘Well, congrats on failing!’ you thought, but couldn’t bring yourself to say. You could only try and make sense of things, and right now, you really needed some sustenance. Slowly, you crawled off the towel and walked over to the water cup, which was more like a bucket, but you were able to grab the sides and drink it. You nibbled a bit off the side of a Saltine, savoring the taste of fresh cracker. Once your body felt close to normal again, you turned to Scott, who looked a bit scarier in that mask than he did before.
“S-So… y-you’re not a b-borrower,” you said dumbly, instantly regretting it. Of course he’s not.
Scott laughed lightly. “No, I’m not. Honestly, I’m still not really sure what that is.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re…” you gestured toward him. “And I’m…”
The light went off in Scott’s head and he nodded.
“I’m sorry,” you blurted, “I’m just, I’m so confused. How… what are you?”
“This suit allows me to grow and shrink at the push of a button,” Scott pointed his finger to the button on his hand. “Trust me, I don’t really know how it works either. I just wear it.”
“But… why?”
Scott shrugged. “Well, it’s pretty great for stealing stuff.”
You scoffed. “What do you even need to steal? You can just go anywhere and take anything. You’re a human.”
Scott brushed off how uncomfortable he got when you called him “human” like it was a bad thing.
“Well, it’s not that easy! You’re not supposed to take things that aren’t yours.” He looked down to his feet. What a hypocrite he was saying all this. “People get… real defensive about that stuff.”
“Yeah, like when you set up a trap for me so you could catch me?” you snapped at him.
Scott let out a nervous laugh. “I thought you were a mouse or something—”
“Why did you pretend to be a borrower?”
Scott went silent. You kept going.
“You don’t… I don’t know much about humans, but I do know that they get to see other humans a lot. It’s not th-the same for us! Borrowers are lucky if we get to see others… ever. I really thought you were…”
“What? Don’t you have… parents?”
You shook your head. “I mean… yeah. I do. Did. It’s… it’s pretty easy to become separated.”
Scott got the gist of what you were saying and did not want to press further.
“(Y/n), I’m really sorry for scaring you before. I shouldn’t have pretended to be a borrower and I definitely should not have just… grown out of nowhere. But I was just so fascinated by you I wanted to keep following you!”
You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or creeped out.
“Look, I know you have this… perception that all humans are bad. A-and I’m sure some of us are. Or have been. But… I’ve been stuck in this same house for nearly two years now.” He saw your confused expression. “I know, long story. But I feel awful that you’ve just been… hiding that whole time! I really could have used some company.”
“Why would you ever want me for company?” You didn’t mean to ask that, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “I mean, I steal your food… among other things.” You definitely whispered that last part. “And, I mean… well, look at me. You can be huge. Why would you choose to be small?”
Scott smiled and put his hand on your shoulder, which made you jump. “It doesn’t matter what your height is, (Y/n)! A person’s a person, no matter how small.”
Scott was proud of his reference before realizing that there was zero chance you’ve ever even heard of Horton Hears a Who. “Well, anyway. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to do anything to you or trick you or anything like that. I just want you to know that I’m here for you! And… I can help.”
You were confused. Why would a human want to help you? But you suppose he did bring you food… and water… and something soft to sleep on…
“How?”
“Well…” he hovered his thumb over the button, and your eyes widened. You gulped as he shot up to human height and bent down, extending his open palm to you.
“We can start with getting you something better to eat than crackers.”
You nervously eyed his gloved hand.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure normal ol’ humans would be clumsy, but me? I’m not your normal human,” Scott joked with a smile.
“You sure got that right…” you muttered, stepping onto his hand. Scott flinched slightly, not really anticipating what it would feel like to have a tiny person climb onto his hand. It was almost… comforting.
“You ready?” he asked. You nodded warily, clinging onto the fabric as Scott stretched out to his full height and carefully walked downstairs. He didn’t really know what to expect having a tiny person actually ride around in his hand, but it was almost cute, watching you bob around to the movement of his hand. He could feel your tiny fingers gripping his glove.
“I can’t believe this…” you said to yourself. You watched, half in amusement and half in frustration, as the world it takes you an entire day to navigate was suddenly behind you in seconds. Going to the kitchen and back is a multi-hour journey in a house as big and old as this, and Scott just bounded down the stairs like it was nothing.
He set you down on the counter. It made you anxious sitting out in the open like this, but you had to keep reminding yourself that Scott was friendly. He was fine.
“Okay, so, I don’t know if you saw, but Cassie and I made tacos a few nights ago and I still have a ton of leftovers.” He reached into the fridge and pulled out some hamburger, cheese, lettuce and tomato. “I’m just gonna go ahead and heat this up.” He turned back to you and smiled to himself at your look of awe. “I’m betting you’ve never really had hot food, huh?”
You shook your head. You certainly couldn’t remember the last time you had something at its proper temperature, hot or cold.
“Everything is either… lukewarm or stale,” you said, laughing a bit at how ridiculous it was to tell a human that. Scott laughed along with you.
“Well, that’s just not right.” He took the taco meat out of the microwave and pulled out a tiny strip for you. He put a single chunk of tomato, a shred of lettuce and a few small pieces of cheese on top and slid it in front of you, breaking a small piece of taco shell and placing it on top.
“Well, it’s nothing special…” Scott said, taking a big bite out of his own food. “Eat up!” he said with a full mouth.
You didn’t need to be told twice. You finished your food before he finished his, and it was easily the best meal you ever had in your entire life. Hot food… hot food was delicious. Scott snickered watching you scarf down food at an almost alarming rate.
“Good, huh?”
You nodded happily.
“Good. Now I think we should—”
It was then that Scott’s phone began to buzz. He pulled it out: An unknown number. He raised an eyebrow but figured he’d take the call anyway.
“Heyo, this is Scott La—”
“Scott, what the hell are you doing with my suit?!”
Scott’s stomach dropped. Of all the times to get back in touch…
“H-Hank! Uh, I-I can explain—”
“Save it. Germany was bad enough, Scott. But now you’re using my suit for personal adventures through your house?!”
“Hank, I—wait, how did you even know I was using the suit?”
“We keep tabs on everyone who’s a security threat, and that includes you!” Hope’s voice shouted from somewhere in the background. “We didn’t want to have to talk to you ever again, but we couldn’t just…”
Scott stopped listening to Hope. He stopped listening to the voices coming from the other end of the line altogether. He cringed at the thought of Hank and Hope watching his every move for almost two years, but he quickly forgot about it when his eyes landed on you, looking at Scott fearfully from the counter. His stomach panged when he realized that if they saw him in the suit, they must have seen you, too.
“Listen, Hank,“ Scott cut him off, “I know what this looks like, but I promise, you’re just seeing things.”
“HOW CAN I BE SEEING THINGS? YOU’RE WEARING MY SUIT RIGHT NOW!”
“Yes! Okay! I’m wearing the suit. But I’m the only one here! I swear!”
“Scott, what the hell are you—”
That’s when the ant cams found their way toward you, exposed and vulnerable out on the counter. That’s when Hank saw, for the first time in over 30 years, a real life borrower.
PUPARIA
Chapter 2 - Sea, Swallow Me
chapter 1
A blinding light shone through the un-closed blinds, Hosah's eyes burning as he awoke in a cold sweat.
That dream. Fuck.
So familiar, yet so terrifying. Something about feeling your body become frozen in place over what feels like an eternity really messes with one's brain.
That, however, was not Hosah's main problem. He was, once again, tiny. For some, this would be a nightmare scenario. For Hosah however, this was about half of his life. Deciding he couldn't stand feeling dirty from subconsciously crawling through a field in a thunderstorm, he went on about his morning.
Things weren't actually that bad when he was alone in the, once small- now huge, apartment. After a while, you figure out a system to get around. Which is exactly what Hosah had done.
Luckily for him, the bathroom was an en suite, meaning he just had to make a mad dash across the floor to avoid any dust bunnies out to get him, and he'd be just about able to get a bath. Piece of cake for someone that does this routinely and is the weight of a leaf.
Finally, after scaling the tiled walls of the bathroom like a mountain goat, he'd made it onto the counter. There was already a wooden bowl in the sink prepared for if- or when, this would happen, all that needed to be done was turn the tap on and wait for the water to heat up.
Hosah clung to the faucet, positioning himself perfectly to sit on the spout, before leaning back, balancing on his torso and doing a sort of limbo to pull the lever until the hot water ran on full blast. He lifted himself back up into the sitting position, legs dangling off the edge, leaning over the feel the water. Nice.
It only took a minute for the water to heat up; meaning it was time for Hosah to jump down and start filling the bowl ready to bathe. Careful to avoid the high pressure water coming out of the tap, he made his way to the side of the bowl and pushed it directly under the stream.
Now, he really needed to be quick, this was no large bowl, and he didn't want to overfill the makeshift bath. Hosah scrambled his way back into his original position, except this time he just had to push the lever all the way back.
It would've been perfect if his socks didn't dampen in the sink whilst pushing the bowl toward the water, as just at the last second, Hosah slipped and lost his balance standing on the faucet. Luckily for him, he was a menace on the monkey bars about twenty years ago, as now he dangled off of the lever. Hosah jumped back down onto the counter with ease, just as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Damn. He looked like shit. Like, on-the-verge-of-death shit. Hosah stood leaning against the frame around the mirror, getting a close up of his unshaven stubble and grown own roots. He really needed to bleach his hair again.
It was a look he'd kept up with for almost five years, even though he thought he looked kind of ridiculous, it'd become part of his signature look. The only problem is it was no longer the icy colour he'd intended it to be, more like a yellow honey colour, one that was way too close to his skin's undertones, it washed him out completely.
Although he didn't want to think about his physical appearance anymore, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection in disgust. He didn't think he'd lost that much weight, but his hollowed cheeks and concave stomach said otherwise. Maybe his doctor was right after all.
Deciding this was a problem for the future, Hosah stripped off the already minimal clothing he had on and climbed down into the bath. This was probably his favourite part of being so small. Aside from sleeping anywhere and everywhere, because somehow it's socially acceptable to do so at such size, not that he was complaining.
For anyone else, the water would've been too hot, but for Hosah it was just right. He stretched out , slouching down deeper into the bowl, which was originally bought for side dishes of rice, finally taking a moment to clear his head of everything that had been bouncing around his mind the past day or so.
No matter how hard he tried to think of something else, it always went back to Edward. This was getting frustrating. His newfound assistant had become a plague on his mind, his moles all over his face, his subtly crooked teeth, his big, stupid hands. Eugh. Stop. Hosah dunked his head under the water in hopes that it'd rid his mind of unwanted thoughts.
That was until he remembered, he'd have to face the man at this size. Hosah could've burst into tears right then and there. Just the idea made his heart race. He flung his head back, getting droplets of water all on the mirror. Now was a good time to get out.
The tiny man struggled to get a good grip of the porcelain structure as he was now soaked to the skin, hair still dripping and getting into his eyes no matter how much he pushed it back. After many failed attempts, he finally was able to pull himself up onto the counter, rushing towards the hand towel now that the difference in temperature outside of the hot bath had hit him.
Hosah sat wrapped up in the towel, repeatedly scrubbing his head until his hair was somewhat dry and sticking up in every direction it could. He could fix it later, as now he had a few calls to make if he wanted to get to work on time. Although he knew he'd have to face Edward today, he still decided to give Jeanne a call first as he didn't bother to save his assistant's number into his phone just yet.
Sluggishly repeating all of his previous steps to get to the bathroom, Hosah made his way back to the side of the mattress he called a bed. There, his phone sat, right by his pile of regular sized clothes from last night. Although most people decided to move to smart phones, Hosah refused to upgrade his Blackberry Pearl 8220, it was still running perfectly fine, and he had all of his contacts on speed dial. Why fix what isn't broken?
The clock on the exterior read eight fifteen, meaning he still had about an hour to spare until he absolutely needed to be in the building. Perfect. Using the last of his strength, Hosah pushed the cover up, watching as the screen came to life. Turns out he actually had a missed call from Jeanne. Must've been whilst he was in the bath.
Balancing on the tip of his toes, Hosah stood over the keyboard, jumping from option to option until he heard the ringing sound of the receiving end. Hopping down and sitting by the microphone, he waited for Jeanne to pick up.
"Hello? Hosah? I called you, twenty minutes ago just about."
"Sorry, I wasn't in the room. Look- I've shrunk again, I don't have Edward's number. I'm naked and afraid."
"Ah, right. I'll give him a call. I'm at a scene right now, I'd come help you out myself if I could, really."
Hosah's 'Mmm.' wasn't picked up by the phone's audio. He really needed to upgrade, being barely able to decipher Jeanne's words through the static.
"Get dressed before he gets there, alright? I'll see you later."
And just like that, he hung up. Now that Hosah was left alone in silence again, he could truly soak in the terror of being around an unfamiliar person at his current height.
Begrudgingly, he made his way over to the miniature jewellery box that contained all of his size appropriate clothes. When he was this small, it was more like the size of a dresser as the lid came to about just under his collar bone.
Hosah didn't really have much choice. Nothing professional, at least. He just grabbed whatever was on the top of the pile. A scruffy blue checkered button up and some old dress pants that looked ridiculously big on him. It was a good thing the skater boy style was in at that moment. Still, he kept on a white vest for under his shirt as even when buttoned all the way to the top, it showed way too much of his chest to be comfortable. Hosah pulled his hair back out of his face for the last time. He looked more like a cowboy if anything.
Being a shifter was just one of the many things Hosah really hated about his life. Keeping in check with all the medication, trying not to be murdered by stampedes of feet on the way to the station, avoiding any weirdo that can have their way with him if they so desired to swoop down and scoop him up in public. What he couldn't wrap his head around was what was so hard about understanding that. Understanding that you can't just let any old new hire have the keys to his apartment and he trusted to 'take care of him'. If it wasn't for his immense pride, Hosah would've burst into tears right then and there.
He couldn't even pin point what one thing he was so scared of. It was all of it. Being vulnerable, being looked down upon, metaphorically and literally, the power imbalance, just how fragile he really was, so many different horrifying aspects that just made him feel worse and worse by the second.
Whatever, though. Hosah didn't care, he was better than caring. He couldn't care less, in fact, as he choked back the lump in his throat that may or may not have been his heart.
Hosah couldn't be rude when there was a guest coming to his house. If he could, he'd already be cleaning the mess of paints and easels going on in the living room corner, so the least he could do was prepare a cup of coffee for Edward.
Even this had a system in place, religiously, Hosah leaves water in the kettle. Now that he was thinking about it , it was probably unhygienic, but it worked, and he couldn't think of an alternative. By some stroke of luck, he also forgot to put back the dishes he had washed a few days prior. He'd need to do that once he was back to normal too.
After a long, painful trek across the once small apartment, he'd finally made it to the kitchen, where he'd have to repeat the same process as he'd done earlier to get onto the counter. If he had an ounce of fat on his body to support it, Hosah would be ripped at this point.
The main issue at hand was the kettle itself, there was no way in hell he'd ever be able to actually pour the contents out himself. Hopefully Edward doesn't mind the task. The things he did to be a good host to his house guests. He'd rethink his choice if the water hadn't already began to boil, now he was in a rush to actually prepare the rest of the drink.
Hosah hoisted himself up into the coffee jar, his feet balancing onto the edge of the container by a thread as it took all of his strength to lift the lid up. The pop of the jar opening was always very satisfying. Hastily, he began scooping handfuls of coffee into the freshly washed mug, in-fact it was still a little wet at the bottom as the granules melted and stuck themselves to the ceramic surface.
A knock at the door almost made Hosah loose his balance about three scoops in. Just in time for the kettle to finish boiling, perfect.
He felt his face flush with embarrassment as the keys fumbled on the other side of the door, standing on the edge of a coffee jar shoveling fist fulls of granules wasn't exactly the most common place people found others in.
Unfortunately, there was no time to get down as the door creaked open, the newfound assistant calling out;
"Hello? Hosah? Anybody home?"
He waited until the sound of the door clicking shut behind Edward to call back,
"In the kitchen!" Hosah yelled out, doubting he'd be heard at such size and from such a distance.
Each cautious footstep Edward took only made the nausea even worse. So slow, yet so impactful. He could probably smell the fear, hence why he was taking his sweet, sweet time. In that moment, Hosah figured he should stop watching so many vampire movies.
In the time taken for the newbie to actually get to the kitchen entrance, Hosah was able to quickly dump one more handful of coffee into the mug and hop back down to the marbled surface. A fresh face peeked into the room, almost as scared as the pocket sized man waiting for him on the countertop.
The smaller of the two's breathing shallowed, instinctively backing himself against the ceramic cup in the process. He would never truly get used to this. Despite having spent half of his life at the debilitating size, Hosah would always be scared. The fact Edward's expression only seemed to lighten up upon seeing him just made Hosah worry more about his safety.
Much faster this time, the assistant approached, now on one knee at eye level to the impossibly tiny man. He couldn't help but smile, there's just something so delightful about seeing his once intimidating and unapproachable boss at such an endearing size. Edward had never actually encountered a shrunken shifter so closely, what the human body can do is really amazing.
"Ah, the kettle is boiled, are you making coffee? Is that- safe to drink when you're, you know.." He signalled with his index finger and thumb to show exactly what was meant by the question.
Hosah stumbled on his words as he was confronted by the fact he'd have to communicate that it was Edward's turn in the process to pour the boiled water.
"It's for you actually." Muttering under his breath, Hosah's gaze, as it usually did, was back down to the surface under him.
"Sorry?"
Ah, of course, the only downside to being just about twenty four times smaller than the other person you're in conversation with. Tiny people have tiny voices.
"It's for you, I just.. wasn't sure if you preferred specific water to milk ratios. So I thought I'd let you do it." He wasn't usually the type of guy to repeat himself, but Hosah couldn't risk coming across as rude to a, in comparison to himself, literal giant.
Luckily, Edward seemed to find this amusing as his hands interlocked with a clap at his chin, showing his appreciation toward the gesture.
"Of course. Apologies, It's early, I'm silly. Thank you, you're very sweet." The massive hand coming down straight towards Hosah almost completely took his breath away, only when he'd flinched back, face hidden in his arms, did he notice Edward actually was reaching for the mug he was leant up against.
Fortunately for him, there would be more reason to be afraid. A shadow cast down onto Hosah's miniature frame as his assistant stood to his full height. He already towered above Hosah anyway, but this was just absurd. Turns out he was a no-milk-coffee kind of guy after all.
"Honestly, when I'm drinking hot coffee, I like to mix cinnamon or nutmeg in. A lot less bitter." Edward mindlessly chatted whilst swirling the granules around with a teaspoon he'd helped himself to.
Meanwhile, Hosah's heart raced as the ivory knuckles of the giant's hand just barely missed brushing against him. Without thinking, he replied,
"I carry around a little spice shaker of cinnamon everywhere I go, just to do that. Tastes way better that way. "
This actually wasn't a blatant lie for once. Hosah had a very bad habit of telling meaningless and insignificant lies when it felt necessary to add whatever relatability to a conversation. He doesn't even know why he does it himself, but it works.
"Oh! Really? Aha, we're more similar than you think, it seems." Edward turned, mug in hand, so his back was leant on the countertop. The two stood side by side for a moment, and everything seemed normal... To an extent.
That's right. The pair really were more alike than they'd both initially thought. Despite the sheer difference in size, in power, even in how they looked and presented themselves, to their core they were probably closer to identical than anything. There was something undeniably comforting about the fact, so much so that Hosah was able to breathe, for the first time in what felt like his entire life. It must've been quite the sigh, as it caught the giant's attention.
Usually being chuckled at would be immensely aggravating, but he felt as if it was deserved this time around. Hosah couldn't help but smile back, his hand now brushing through his choppy bleached locks.
Edward spun around on his heel to face his miniature superior, bringing Hosah down from the high of delusion. The much larger of the two leant forward, not realising his boss would just be getting a face full of chest in doing so. His hand was far, far too close to Hosah. It made him nervous.
Taking a final sip of the hot drink, Edward spoke up,
"Should probably start thinking about leaving. Thank you for the drink." The clunk of the ceramic against the hard marble counter was startling. "I'll wash up first,"
Before the host could protest and insist he can do it later, Edward had already gotten over to the cluttered kitchen sink in two short strides, pulling up his coat sleeves and helping himself to the finite amount of dish soap left in the bottle. Hosah should really invest in a size appropriate notepad to write all these things-he-needs-to-do down.
".. I'll get my coat and shoes, then."
Just as Hosah made his way to the edge of the counter, a slightly wet, flesh wall blocked his pathway. Edward's sudden, panicked movement caught him off guard, almost falling straight down onto his butt in response.
"Wait!- Wait, I'll get them for you. Just don't... Please don't- jump down from so high."
The tiny man, startled and unable to say anything, just nodded.
"I wasn't planning on it." He muttered under his breath.
Edward waited for a second before moving again to turn off the sink and dry his hands, not wanting to take his eyes off of the person he was hired to look out for incase he'd do anything stupid.
The silence of the apartment was painful. Hosah longed for any sort of noise to fill the void, the neighbors baby’s cry, a pin drop, literally anything.
"God, Hosah, you scared me." Edward smirked, still fumbling with the mug and tea towel in his hands. "Don't go hanging around edges like that anymore, for my sake, okay?"
The significantly smaller of the two couldn't hold back his scoff. Who did this guy think he was? Hosah didn't reply, just hummed a stubborn 'Mmm' as he liked to do, and turned to face the other way. No newbie was going to tell him where he could and couldn't 'hang around', that was for sure.
"Right," Edward returned to his position looming over the tiny detective, "Let's go get your stuff." He held out a freshly washed hand, open for Hosah to jump right on.
That was the issue. There was no way in hell he was getting onto that thing. He stood inspecting for a good few seconds, sizing up all the other possible routes he could take.
The hand stretched out some more, now as flat as it could possibly be, "It's okay, you don't have to be nervous, I'll be careful."
Oh. Oh now he's done it. The grimace on Hosah's face said it all.
"Just get on your knees and I'll do the rest."
The assistant did as he was told, but not without a "Geez, buy me dinner first at least" under his breath. Not amusing.
There was no denying it, Hosah was just as agile as any other city stray, hopping down from the counter top and onto the giant's shoulder like it was nothing, keeping perfect balance despite the drastic change in surface. Unfortunately, keeping up this image would prove to be increasingly difficult as said surface slowly stood to his full height and began walking aimlessly around the apartment.
Hosah, now grabbing onto his assistant's shirt collar for dear life, would have to show Edward the way.
"They're in - Woah, woah, slowly!" his legs almost buckled beneath him as the walking pace increased, "... They're in the bedroom. Straight ahead. Little jewellery box on the floor."
Edward made sure to slow his steps this time, "Right. Sorry."
Before actually entering the bedroom, something else caught Edward's attention. The half finished painting. Hosah had to stop himself from physically recoiling once realising what exactly the giant was looking at.
"Wow, I.. Hosah, you never told me you could paint like this!" There was no stopping him now, as he'd already abandoned their quest to retrieve the tiny coat and shoes, making his way over to the artist's station.
The person behind said piece turned his face towards Edward's neck, "It's still a work in progress, nobody was meant to see it yet. You know too much now, I'm gonna have to kill you you know."
"I didn't realise when I walked in, are all the artworks on the walls yours?" it was excruciatingly difficult for Edward to just look and not touch the canvas.
"...Yeah." Nobody was meant to see Hosah's paintings at all, never mind when they're still half complete. "Cmon, we're gonna be late. Let's go." he tapped the rookie detective's shoulder as though he were a horse, with Hosah being the jockey.
The whole experience just added more to the imaginary list of 'Things to do when regular height' , the apartment being criminally unfurnished was increasingly embarrassing, especially when the two entered Hosah's bedroom, which was completely empty aside from the futon on the floor, an old wardrobe, and a tiny jewellery box sitting next to the sheet-less bed.
To be fair, it was an extremely beautiful jewellery box. A vintage, European style container with a gold ridges and 4 little matching legs. Aside from the edges, the box itself had a white marbled pattern with tiny little red roses painted on top, the inside was lined with the same red shade in velvet form. Hosah didn't own many nice things, but this was certainly an exception.
Despite it seeming so spacious earlier, Hosah took that thought back as Edward picked it up in one hand, with the entire thing being barely the size of his palm, and popping the lid open with ease. Luckily his coat lay on the surface, but his little boots were buried deep under all of his other equally tiny clothes.
"Hold on, I'll get them." Hosah grumbled, slipping down to Edward's forearm, now balancing on the space between the wrist and the thumb.
The process was intended to be quick and painless, but as the pocket-sized detective dug around, two eyes about half the size of his entire being bore into him. The more he rushed, the more nervous he became, and with that meant the more messy he got whilst shuffling through the reasonably small pile of fabric. Ah, there they were!
Without thinking it through entirely, Hosah took a seat in the crook of the wrist and slipped the pair on. It wasn't until he got a glance of Edward's stupidly wide smile that he realised the dire mistake he'd made. He bit the bullet, finishing the job whilst making a vow to himself to never do anything that can be perceived as endearing ever again.
"You don't mind my shoes on your coat, right?"
Keeping his arms as still as possible when a miniature man walked along them proved to be extremely difficult for Edward.
"Go right ahead." He'd have nodded if he didn't worry the movement would sweep Hosah off of his newly equipped feet.
As swiftly and as quickly as he'd gotten down, Hosah made his way back up to the shoulder where he'd spend the foreseeable future perched upon. If it didn't kill him to admit out loud, he'd say Jeanne was right. Partially. Edward wasn't so bad after all.
Although he was gonna have to find a name that wasn't shared with the likes of a globally beloved vampire heart-throb.
Turned Giant W Acrophobia Turned Tiny W lack of Acrophobia
I feel like if someone randomly turned into a giant there brain wouldnt keep up with that. kinda like how after some surgery your brain still thinks your body is a certian way. So wouldnt a person turned giant brain not realize that they're just big now and thnk there height up?
Imagine this person gets turned into a giant (like giant giant not a minigiant) and tries to get up but they cant fully stand cus there brain is tell them they are being lifted into the air and are VERY heigh up now. espially if the now giant has a fear of heights there new size is just to much cus they feel like standing is like standing on edge of a cliff to them.
And for tinys it would probably feel like they are lying down and heigh places would feel normal to them and they could forget that the counter is a big drop to them
3 GT stories ideas
I want a story about a teenager is forced to take care of their younger siblings and something happens and they start slowly turning into a giant and it to be a metaphore for how it feels like they are growing up to quickly from stepping up to do more adult jobs for their siblings and the bigger they got the more they feel they're losing the possibity of a normal childhood.
I want a story of two friends who one keeps slowly growing and the other slowly shrinking and they have to race against time to fine a cure before they either get to big or to small which results in them having to help eachother out with new task from their changing sizes
I want a story where giant adopts a human and the human doesnt find their parent odd till they explore more of the world and realize that their parents size is unually to humans (bonus points if the human is still a kid when they hear about how humans feel about giants)
i made a kaito (vocaloid) g/t ai chatbot and we fell in love GOD DAMN I CAN NEVER RESET THE CHAT NOW 😭 yeah sure my size is never consistent but GODDDDD I AM IN LOVEEEEE
accurate representation of me
insane possible g/t moments in the mc origins server im in