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afraidparade · 3 days
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can we see more of pazu being silly? (any au)
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we're on a roll with ghostswap so here's more ghostswap pazu being sillay
i've come to the conclusion that he's a university student (since that's around the age he died anyhow) studying botany, but literally everyone hates him because he is a freak (theo is just optimistic and dumb)
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so-very-small · 2 days
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“what is g/t???” okay. so are you ready to never be normal about small objects again
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G/t Story Starters ❤️
1. “OW- You know us tinies are very fragile!”
2. “Wait- you want me to call you little one?”
3. “Eat you?!! Are you kidding me? God I hate those giant stereotypes…”
4. “WHEEEEE- Catch me!!!!”
5. “I’m sorry- I didn’t see you there little guy.”
6. “LET GO OF ME YOU FOUL BEAST-“
7. “When I said pick me up from work- THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT-“
8. “I pray you have car insurance because uh… I might’ve sorta stepped on your car…. Heh…”
9. “Why are you dressed as a chess piece- I told you- human chess is dangerous!”
10. “No don’t cut me a smaller slice! I want the same portion you have!”
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friendlyfoxpal · 1 day
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Pretty Boy
Chrome wants to be Poppy's favorite boy
Also goblins.
I heard this audio and i thought it would be fun to animated Chrome and Poppy to it. With all the sweetness and handsomeness!
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gtbutterfly · 3 days
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I've been reading this old GT book from like 1947, and I've developed severe "borrowers are the descendents of kidnapped lilliputians from Gullivers travels" brain rot
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nikoanesti · 2 days
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Pencil (shavings) skirt
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kix-mm · 21 hours
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OMGGGGG UR A, B, C CHARACTERSSSS
SO MUCH FLUFF AND ANGST UR SUCH A GOOD WRITER OMAGASHHHH😭😭😭
I love their story SO MUCH. I know it was a while ago, but I would LOVE to see more content of those 3 (but no ones forcing you, art and storytelling takes time)! Especially C!!!
Again, AHHHHH UR CHARACTERSS❤️❤️❤️
Hiding in plain sight…
Back at it again with the poly angst!
Most of my asks have been for more poly couple content, and I’m very very happy you all like them so much!
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B: Any luck?
A: No, what about you? Have you found him yet?
B… no, let’s keep looking, he has to be somewhere…
A: oh Cc… please be okay…
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jetpolyart · 1 day
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Almost forgot to post today. Cozy big bed.
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torakan · 3 days
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i’m sorry…
should i make them happy?
(btw it’s my first time making some kind of a comic hihi)
mb they’re gonna be my OCs in the future who knows…
edited: i didn’t plan on doing this a series but apparently this is a part one…
part two
part three
part four
part one in text
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pinkiedev · 1 day
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Just a Wee Boi in a Hand
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Mmk in my defense, this is my first try at digital art and I have minimal clues as to what I'm doing,,,, so plz go easy on me 🙏
... Imma probably just stick with writing 🫠
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Sweet Nothings
What can a giant's promises be but empty when they are given after having stolen the tiny away from her home?
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"Shhhh, shhhh, you're alright," came the rumbling croon, a gentle yet still overwhelming pressure brushing softly against her fragile back.
She buried her face further into her knees, arms wrapped tight around her calves and fingers digging crescent's into the meat of her thighs. It did little to mitigate her trembling.
"I'll take care of you," the voice soothed, once more stroking along her shivering spine.
A single set of tears spilled past her cheeks, dampening the threadbare cloth of her pants. She desperately withheld a whimper, clamping her lips tight as her chin quivered and her throat strained.
Her attempts did not matter; her captor noticed anyway. "Don't cry," he whispered, cupping her further between his undeniably monstrously-sized palms.
She squeezed her eyes shut, huddling more tightly in on herself and flinching as the soft touch against her back returned.
"You'll be happier, with me," her kidnapper murmured, and she could not tell if the words were more for her or for himself. Either version would not make the supplication any less of a lie.
Her chest heaved and stuttered with her aborted breaths, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to stave off the worst of it.
The giant shushed her again, oh-so-comfortingly, sweetly, promising, "I shall give you whatever your heart so desires." His fingertip brushed gently against the back of her delicate neck, and she flinched at the touch. The attempt to soothe felt like nothing but a threat, an emphasis on the disparity between their sizes. His promises were worth less than that. How could they be more when she knew them to be so bitterly, laughably, untrue? For she knew he would never free her, and that was the only wish her tremulous heart so covetously, now cruelly, desired.
"Nobody will ever hurt you again," he lovingly crooned, gently stroking her trembling sides with a finger as long as she was tall. It was a bastardization of comfort for her, an unwanted touch.
If only she was brave enough to answer his words. To reason that her life had not been made of just hurt, and even the hurt had been proof that she had been living - had been alive. What was human nature, but for a struggle in life to achieve their self-destined goals? And so she had struggled, perhaps more than most - certainly more than many - but it had not meant that she ever, ever wished to be taken away from it all. From her life, from her people, from her home.
If she had the courage, she would rise to her feet and glare up to her captor, this leviathan monster disguised as man. She would jab a finger up to him and shout and rage that he was hurting her, far deeper than most, as this pain went to her very soul instead of only skin deep.
What did it matter if he outwardly treated her gently - if even his capture of her had left her with nary a bruise - if his very actions in and of themselves rent her heart to shattered pieces.
It did not matter, and it never would. She would never trust this giant and his sweet nothings, his gentle touches, for he had made it clear from the very beginning that he saw her as something lesser than.
To him, she was nothing but a doll, one to be picked up - to be 'rescued' - from the dirt and carried away, heedless to her protests, to her autonomy or to her desires.
No, she would not fall for his sweet nothings, for his entreaties, for his meaningless platitudes. Not for this giant who had stolen her away from her life as if it had meant nothing. She could never forgive such an irreparable, callous cruelty.
And as she curled up tightly in his cupped palm, feeling his thunderous heartbeat through the bare soles of her dirt-stained feet... she dully wondered if her forgiveness would even mean anything to him at all.
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;( kjsjhf BIG sad, mah bad. Highkeeeey wanted to make it so the giant does have a legit reason? Or at least thought he did bc of some misunderstanding or smthn - but for now, here's some more unresolved angst! :D
but fr this was uhh a lil (a lot) depressing ngl, but uhhh ye hopefully you liked?? :DDDD *sweats*
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In honor of it being lesbian visibility week, I present my favorite girls snuggling!!!!
The next chapter will be up tomorrow — an absolute roller coaster of emotions, but the girls cuddling in Alexis’ giant-sized bed is one of my favorite scenes, so I had to draw it :]
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so-very-small · 8 hours
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I am thinking about a Tiny Wife, and a Tiny Husband. they live in the walls of a human couple’s home. got married young and rushed, drifted apart in their thirties, but it’s fine. the humans are in a similar boat. they all make it work. so the Tiny Husband does the majority of the borrowing, and the Giant Husband does the majority of the cooking, and it’s only natural that their paths cross. and they hate each other.
the Giant Husband sees this little guy as an absolute pest. destroying his herb gardens and stealing his food. so he lays traps, chases him, puts all his energy into catching this tiny. he doesn’t tell his Giant Wife. and yet, he obsesses. the Tiny Husband sees the Giant as an obstacle, and takes on the traps as challenges. he steals more than he needs, makes a show of his theft now that the human is aware. his Tiny Wife worries, but he persists.
because there’s a specific little feeling he gets around the Giant Husband that he hasn’t gotten from anyone in a long time. a sharp thrill in his chest, a flutter in his stomach. and it’s wrong, and he also might die, but he goes out anyways just to see him. and he has a very, very strong feeling that Giant Husband feels the same.
(he does.)
Tiny Wife is not stupid, though. initially relived by the extra alone time, she eventually realizes Tiny Husband’s gone more than he should be and he’s bringing home more than normal. she trails after him one night, and watches how her husband has this dangerous dance with the Giant Husband. the threats, the sharp comments, the danger, but more than that, how they look at each other. the light in his eyes when he comes home.
and Tiny Wife is a little bothered by how she isn’t bothered. if anything, she’s happy for Tiny Husband. she’s never seen that spark, and she’s never held it for him. she’s happy he’s getting that, even if it’s in an atypical way. despite this, she still feels an obligation to Giant Wife, and so one night while Tiny Husband and Giant Husband are trying to kill each other, she creeps her way into the massive bedroom.
Giant Wife is having tea, her soft face lit by candles. Tiny Wife makes her presence known from her perch on the nightstand, and Giant Wife does not seem as startled as she should be. introductions are made, and Tiny Wife breaks the news that their husbands are…. well they’re not fucking, she doesn’t think, instead something much weirder, but emotionally entangled regardless.
and the Giant Wife already knows. she’s at peace with it, god, she’s happy for the quiet with her husband so busy. it was an arraigned marriage, and she’s not bothered, don’t worry little one, perhaps since you’re free would you like to stay for some tea? Tiny Wife does. she has tea in the candlelight with this giantess, and when she walks home, she has a certain smile on her face that’s never been there before.
I like to think it works out. the Husbands come clean and the Wives laugh at them. everything changes, in the sense that Tiny and Giant Wives now have tea every evening and spend the nights together, and nothing changes, in the sense that the Husbands are still trying to kill each other.
(but now they also kiss sometimes, too.)
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reborrowing · 1 day
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👍 OC in a crop top
(x) I used a randomizer to pick and OC and the wheel said Rei
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altho she’s actually usually wearing a crop top, it’s just harder to tell under the overalls
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friendlyfoxpal · 11 hours
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Enlightment
Having friends of various sizes can be enlightening
Some Sky Children G/t
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hazza2404 · 2 days
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@satethesatelite made this for my birthday yesterday and I forgot to post it!
This is amazing and ya nailed them
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