G/t - Blog Posts

What if we make a G/t story that the human is smart,not academic smart,not sport smart,but a literal common sense or even nonchalant, I would see some humans when they see a borrower they would freak out but I havent seen a human that would be absolutely chill when they see them like not even give a freak Like I want them that whenever they see a borrower they would not care or they tryna help but try to act like they dont care.I know that this isn't accurate but what if that human has depression or sort of like that like they got depress to the point they wont even care when they see something unusual.If you can make this type of story pls show me🥺🙏

Hold up the boy

Bnha g/t prompt where burrower Denki Kaminari uses his quirk and short circuits/goes brain dead, and unknowingly ends up wandering out into the open to where the giant is.

Bro is NOT happy

Picture this: Fidgeting

You’re not even sure how it started.

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was habit. Maybe they just needed something to ground them. But now, you’ve found yourself nestled in the crook of their hand, no more than a fidget to them—a living, squirming, whisper-soft thing to be idly toyed with.

Their thumb strokes over your back in slow, absent arcs. Over and over. Not unkind—never cruel—but aimless. Comforting for them. Your body shifts slightly with each motion, pressed into the warm plane of their palm, legs sprawled across the bridge of their fingers. You’re pliable, yielding. Small enough that they can wrap their entire hand around you and still feel like they’re being gentle.

They squeeze.

Not enough to hurt. Just enough to feel you. To remind themselves that something small and real and warm is there, with them. Their fingers curl slowly, pressing your body between pads of skin the size of sofa cushions. You let out a quiet breath, barely a noise, but they hear it.

And they smile, lazy and fond, their thumb dragging lightly over your chest.

“Cute—,” they murmur, their voice a rich vibration that thrums through your spine. Their thumb taps your head. You flinch, half-playful, half-defeated, and they chuckle low in their throat like you’ve done exactly what they needed you to do.

You’re rolled gently between two fingers next—a shift of pressure here, a twist there. Stretched, squished, repositioned. Like putty. Like something soft and satisfying to keep their mind from spiraling. They don’t even need to look at you. It’s all instinct now.

And weirdly? You don’t mind.

There’s something comforting in being used like this—absently, affectionately. A warm, fidget-sized tether keeping their anxiety at bay. Their hand is a fortress. A place where pressure is control, and touch is intimacy.

Eventually, they let out a deep sigh. Their fingers uncurl slightly, opening like a flower to reveal you, tousled and breathless.

“Still alive?” they ask, teasing, brushing your hair back with a fingertip the size of your face.

You just nod, flushed and blinking up at them.

They press you into their palm again and exhale—steady now.

:P

Oh to kick my little feet from atop a giant’s big intertwined hands....

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dinner date

Tumblers hiding my posts & not showing them in the tags I've posted them with again, so I'm reposting this so see if it'll play nice :/

the seed for the story

how borrower erich met* his bf :) the very first canon that started the existence of dunces back when I was in college. nothing new or unexpected but they dear to me very much

if you may wanna see the continuation of this seed please let me know in any comf way for you,, ill make it faster and will put 10 times better affort in it :"^) making it for my own pleasure but you know butterflies when someone likes something you've come up with ye?

Part 1 of a short little comic (:

I’ll try and get the rest of it out soon :>

smoking with fairy friend

shelly the gentle young lady.. likes shiny stuff (and fishes)

Tiny pirates living in your walls

(Borrowers AU I was thinking of)

:P

Been trying to find a good way to draw what i’ve been picturing, have my rough draft :/

A quick piece since it’s the end of break and I still hadn’t drawn anything :P

Based loosely on this reference pic ^^

крылышки как витражик

a 5 year old doodle I stumbled upon that made me go "hell yeah"

it's about year or half a year old hmhm some of it im happy with some not some i wanna redraw some um um uhm but but but its a cat its a fish its er and rickert and

THE GREAT DATING is catfish au timeskip date when boys meet each other after education and it's restaurant and feelings and. 😧 sex

I'm not a porn fan but erotica beckons me like micro blowjob...

i love the idea but i absolutely failed the realisation and thought ok maybe next time MAYBE NEXT IS NOW BOOOM

no. im just trying to beat the record of 50 likes on undeserved rickert in hand on pink blackground post it is bad its bad

and recommended posts looked good together(

Yeah I’m sick and I feel awful and I should be sleeping instead of finishing this up, but who cares :P

Little kith :))

The Masses Have Spoken

Have my rough drafts you hungry (or process/aesthetic appreciating) feinds

Finished version is done now!

Based on this reference;

I had to

G/T Fairytale

I'm currently writing this very elaborate g/t au fanfiction and I ended up making this as a sort of, fun exercise to get the plot down for the first act? Anyway, I turned it into a fairytale and it kinda works as a stand-alone thing, I like it a lot so I wanted to share it!

A Folktale for the Big and Small

Once, there was a young man in a world of giants. 

Eager to search the world for what little adventure it might offer, he left his small town in hopes of bigger stories. 

But in his search, rather than stories he found Massive, Vicious beasts. One such beast stole him away and locked him up in a tower so that he might never breathe free air again.

The young man, small as he was, passed many days and nights in the big bad man’s house, and feared that he was doomed to stay there forever. But, just when hope seemed at it’s lowest; The Big, Bad Giant’s sister helped the Young man escape. 

Go, she told him. And may my evil brother never find you, she said, before helping the Young man into the bag of another visiting giant.

The sister had promised the young man that this giant would be good to him, kind and honest. But the young man, too troubled by his imprisonment of the big bad man, did not take her heed. He hid himself from this new giant, even as they left the Vicious man’s tower together. 

Even as this new Giant brought them both to his home. 

The young man snuck out of this Giant's bag and hid, hoping for the perfect moment to escape. But to his horror, this new house seemed just as much a cruel, locked-up tower as that of the Big Bad Giant’s,. There was no way he could escape! 

Many days and nights he spent there, too, with no chance of escape. But in his stay here, this new Giant didn’t seem so bad. Not as bad as the Big Bad Man from before, at least.

He was clever, The young man could see when he watched the new giant talk to his giant friends. He was a talented cook, who loved to draw, and detested the rude. The young man rather liked this giant, he thought—brave and clever, never letting slip any discourtesy. Everything a gentleman should be.

As the young man stayed hidden in this new tower, over his many days and nights he began to grow attached to the place, to the New Giant. Eventually, he didn’t want to escape as much anymore, he even considered staying. 

 But the young man had grown complacent, clumsy even—leaving traces of his presence all over this new Giant’s house. And when the new giant finally realized what was going on, he was furious!

In a blind rage at such a discourtesy, at an unwelcome guest making a home in his house without so much as a word, he tore the tower apart to find this wrongdoer. 

But the young man was still clever as ever, especially after all his years living with the big, bad, giant. He managed to escape the new giant’s grasp, even if by no more than a hair. When The New Giant had looked in all the places he could think to, checked every cranny and opened every nook, he gave up. 

After all, he couldn’t continue to ruin his home all for one discourteous guest. Perhaps, with all this ruckus, the intruder had left and his search was fruitless after all..

But the young man had not left. He was frightened and reminded terribly of his old captor, but he could not leave even if he tried. 

 Still, the young man knew well that he had wronged this giant—-so he left him a note. Apologizing. Though he couldn’t leave his message without reprimanding the Giant for all of the hardship he had put the young man through—that was one dreadfully nasty fit of rage!

A little more sure in his ability, after evading the giant once, the young man grew more bold. He left traces behind, but in all the wrong places. He watched as the Giant tried and tried to find him—but he was always one step ahead. 

This young man had been watching for so long, that he could imagine anything the giant might do, and soon enough even the giant realized it. 

But the giant, the young man did not know, was lonely. Perhaps he had visitors, and perhaps he enjoyed their company, perhaps he had more people to converse with than he could ever wish for—but he was lonely.

His guests could never truly understand him. Could not see him. This young man, although it was hard to admit it, filled a hole in his heart that had been empty for many years. This trespasser, the young man, knew him. Saw him. 

And before long, where once the Giant had been filled with fury for the young man, he found love for him. 

He loved every clue. He loved every small, out-of-place book, every cup, pen or chess piece.

He loved it all. 

Without ever once seeing his face, this new giant loved the small young man as much as one could possibly love another. 

Eventually, the giant wondered if he stopped trying to hunt out the young man, if he would show himself. So he played along—He pulled the books open to his favorite parts, circled his favorite quotes. He filled the shifted cup with tea. Placed a blank sheet of paper beneath the discarded pen. Moved the next chess piece.

I am not angry, anymore, he tried so desperately to tell the young man. But he would not show himself.

Not after the big bad giant from before. 

The young man liked the giant, he enjoyed quotes and the tea, he drew for the giant and played chess with him. 

But he did not trust him. 

One night, their dance was interrupted. A giant, sent by the Big, Bad, man from the young man’s past had arrived. He was there to take the Young man back. 

He stormed their tower of books and tea and struck the young man’s giant, smashing in his legs and forcing him to the ground. 

The young man watched in horror, for he did not know what to do. But, he could not simply sit back and let this life he had so happily made for himself go. He would not let the big, bad giant take his drawings and his chess pieces from him. 

His giant lay on the floor, staring up at the intruder with wide, vicious eyes, fearful that these moments would be his last—but those eyes did not scare the young man. His viciousness did not faze him. They were his to protect.

With nothing more than a sewing needle, stolen from the Big Bad Giant a long, long time ago, the young man lept from the highest point in the tower he could find. With no small amount of strength or courage, the young man drove his blade into the back of the intruder’s neck, killing him instantly. 

He and the intruder crumbled to the ground, a great, booming crash flooding the tower at their fall—but the giant, his giant, heard none of it.

All he could hear was his heart, beating in loud in his ears. Still too hurt to walk, the giant could do nothing but watch as his beloved guest fell, killed, and crumbled.

You are beautiful, he managed to tell the young man, who was suddenly closer than he had ever been before—within arms reach.

You are so beautiful. It was all he could say, because he’d never beheld so much beauty in so small a thing, in nothing larger either though. 

The young man, after defending his giant with his life, finally came closer. Approached his host and wished to beg for forgiveness, but could not force the words out of himself. 

Because he himself was too busy thinking about how beautiful the giant was. They met halfway, the Young man taking hold of the giant’s fingers and then realizing something very, very special indeed.

He loved the giant too, even if it would take a long, long time, before he could ever tell him.

~The End~

Here’s that Timelapse recording of my rendering. Had an actual screen recording but unfortunately my tablet crashed while recording so this is all I got.

good night 💕

something I thought could help if you struggle with hands (which are a crucial part in gt)

probably will do more! it was fun heheh

-> the only rule : credit if traced.

*slips back into his bat-cave*

G/t dancing (?) (:

I made it a thing :D

Sorry for being dead but I haD AN IDEA

Could someone let me nap in their pocket? I think it would do good for me.

I’m alive! Yay! I really wanted to add more to this drawing(like some actual g/t interaction) but motivation ran out so this is what you’re gonna get! (I have some actual g/t + introductions in the works too)

This is Lavender, our tiny! I haven’t fully decided on her size yet but she is around 3-5 inches tall, usually very bold and isn’t afraid to stand up for her morals! This drawing of her happened to be angst so you don’t get to see her usual confident self, but I’ve had her bouncing around my brain for YEARS, so you’re going to see a lot of her!

(If anyone has any questions about my characters or art, PLEASE ask me! Every question helps me expand my characters!)