Evie

Hi all! I'm Evie, I use she/her pronouns, I'm in my 20s, and I wish I was 3 inches tall. As you may infer from that last line, this is my g/t blog. If you don't know what g/t even is, here's a great post explaining wtf I'm rambling about. If that's what you're here for, great! This blog is going to be a mix of my original writing and art as well as reblogs from other amazing community members in the g/t community (of course).

If you'd like to know what to expect more specifically, keep reading.

What type of content you can expect (and not);

A lot of fluff, angst, and romance. Occasional darker themes and content (more on that under content warnings in a minute), but nothing that's intended as kink content nor explicitly sexual. I'm ace and gt is not a kink for me (no hate to people who feel otherwise though!). I mostly just write and draw things that interest me, from original works to fandoms. Occasional v.ore mentions, I'm not super into it as a thing overall so there's no actual v.ore but the potential is a fun horror/angst trope like "Oh no man eating giants (but they're not)" or "friendly giant is sad bc everyone thinks he's a man eating giant". Regardless, any such mentions will be in content warnings so you can avoid easily. Or find easily, whichever lol. Maybe occasional horror adjacent stories, I write non gt horror on occasion so who knows. Will also be included in content warnings if you're just here for the fluff. Finally maybe occasional "suggestive" content - nothing actually sexual and always between consenting adults but I write romance so there might be a "behind closed doors"/"fade to black" scene at some point. Again, will also be in content warnings. I think that's everything I can think of for potentially objectionable content that might show up; for more on content warning system keep scrolling. If I write something that begets updating this section it shall be updated.

Content warnings;

All of my original works have content warnings at the top for any content I think might reasonably need to have a warning, including swearing, injury, angst, fearplay, etc. I'm additionally planning on, moving forward, adding tags for each content warnings so people that would like to filter by tag can do so as well. If you're planning on sticking around and there's a content warning I'm not currently using but you'd appreciate being used (eg, specific phobias, certain words, etc), let me know via ask or message and I'd be happy to add it! Tumblr and the gt community on here is thankfully small enough that I can reasonably do that

DNI;

Minors!! This is a sfw blog, if you want to follow that's fine BUT I'm in my twenties, there's no reason we need to be interacting beyond that. In fact, if you're a minor and you're reading this, be suspicious of any adult who feels otherwise tbh, it's not a good or safe standard to set.

Anyone promoting or subscribing to any kind of bigotry, including transphobes, homophobes, racists, etc

Exclusively nsfw/kink blogs, I'm ace and have trauma and would prefer to not interact. If you just have NSFW content amongst other content this doesn't apply to you, my thought process is just if ur blog is exclusively kink based/NSFW I don't have what you want here and you don't have what I want there so we don't need to interact further lol

Pedophiles, abusers, etc. I have no idea why this sort of person would follow a dni anyways but you will be blocked if you're posting things sexualizing minors or encouraging pedophilia or abuse or it comes out you're messaging kids or something because wtf.

Organization;

My master post for writing and art is here

About me;

♡ I go by Evie

♡ pronouns: she/hers

♡ age: in my mid 20s

♡ im autistic

♡ im a tiny (in my dreams)

♡ tv shows I like: Loki, Criminal Minds, Scooby Doo (don't get me started)

♡ favorite genres: horror or romance. Polar opposites (except when it's both at once. Love a good Gothic romantic horror. Hate a dark romance tho)

♡ favorite artists: lord huron, hozier

zoey wandering around the dark desert and running into a giant:

Dave when he remembers he has to work with a giant at the job he took to work with a giant:

Easton, on next to no sleep, when influencers show up and ask him to pretend to eat them for the gram:

Park visitors who werent paying attention to the recent publicity stunt in the news showing up and seeing a giant behind the visitor center:

cw: some angst, mention of male models exploding (theyre watching zoolander), giant worried about hurting tinies (doesn't happen), cursing

word count: 1776

previous chapter

Easton's POV

I was only half paying attention to the movie. Maybe a bit less than half, actually - my mind kept floating back down to the small forms sitting on my desk. The small people sitting on my desk. I wasn't sure if I'd ever fully get used to how small humans were. The fact that all three of them could have sat on my laptop's keyboard and still had room to spare exemplified their tiny size. 

like they're a terrible liar or awful at hiding evidence but despite that theyre committed to never admitting it.

im thinking like, theyre normal sized and standing in front of their own giant footprints and when asked about it do a terrible job of acting surprised like "oh! where did those come from? I hadn't even noticed! they look like footprints? leading up to me? no they were probably just caused by...a rockslide. where are the rocks? they kept sliding idk."

or they slip under a locked door while tiny and when questioned how they got in they're like "I...climbed in the window. On the fifth floor...I've been getting really into parkour. It was also locked? Yeah it's crazy what you can do with parkour anyways-"

a/n: Sorry chapters are taking forever. Thankfully (knock on wood) the ao3 curse hasn't gotten me again, I've just been busy with classes. Anyways there will be a Movies: The Sequel for the next chapter which continues this and is from Easton's pov. Also I'm apparently over 20k words into this silly little story all together now? If anyone's been reading and enjoy, thank you for your patience and for coming along on this weird venture 😂

Word Count: 1647 words

CW: n/a, pretty much just fluff

Previous

Zoey's POV

It felt odd standing on Easton's desk, its vast size making it feel more like Angie, Penelope, and I were instead standing on a stage. The various giant objects - like a mug towering above us a few feet to my left - didn't do much to dispel the feeling we were on a stage for some sort of surreal play featuring gigantic props. 

When I'd been completing a theater degree I had so far ended up using a grand total of zero times, I'd taken a series of classes on set design. At one point, our professor discussed how the set of a play could reveal just as much about the world of that production as the dialogue could. A set designer had to work in tandem with the lighting designer and director to craft an environment that would tell the story being told, from obvious things like where entrances were placed to more subtle details like what the props set on a character's bookshelf said about them. It was that last part I was thinking of as I took in the expanse that was Easton's desk, and his room beyond it. I leaned against one of the folding chair - currently folded - Easton had suggested we bring as I took in the sight. 

There was the aforementioned mug, sitting on a coaster a few feet from us. It was a soft, grey blue color. I didn't recognize the logo on it. Probably something from Easton's planet. The coaster beneath it was a light wood, almost but not quite the same color as the desk we stood on. From my vantage point, I couldn't see if there was anything inside the mug. All the same, I wondered what would be in it, if anything was. How did Easton like his coffee? Or maybe it would be tea. He seemed like someone who might like tea. Were coffee or tea even a thing on his planet? 

Then there were the posters that covered the wall behind us and the desk. Most of them looked to be scientific diagrams of various kinds of plants, some looking alien enough that I suspected they might literally be so. Then again, I knew little enough about plants that they could very well have been from Earth and I was none of the wiser. Still, it seemed like it would be in character for Easton to have information about plants from both planets. The two actual plants that sat back across the wall, meanwhile, were almost definitely from Aphiria, based solely on their sheer size. I was pretty sure flowers from Earth weren't usually larger than I was. 

I wonder what the logistics of bringing all of this here was. Or making things that were suitably sized, if they weren't from his planet. 

Travel by portals was the usual method of interplanetary travel for anywhere outside of our solar system, which Aphiria definitely was. Most portals I'd seen - in media, not in person - were closer to human sized. I wasn't familiar enough with the intricacies of portals to know if that was for convenience or some sort of actual constraints that would have made making larger portals harder. I supposed Easton, and various items from Aphiria, being here was a point for “not impossible, just convenient” for portal sizing. 

Aside from the plants on the table, there was a small stack of books towards the back with titles written in a language I didn't recognize - not the “universal” one most of us these days used. It wasn't actually universal, of course, but it was commonly taught in schools on enough planets that it was often referred to as such. Next to the books was a laptop. Or at least something that looked like one, though its absolutely immense size also made it resemble a movie theater screen with a gigantic keyboard attached. 

I presumed that would be what we'd watch the movie we'd come over for on. Beyond it lay the rest of Easton's room, which was almost mind bogglingly in its immensity. Well, relative immensity anyways. It wasn't a particularly huge room compared to him, especially considering that it was the entirety of his living space. It was set up similarly to some tiny homes or trailers I'd seen on social media, albeit not as picture perfect, though I found it hard to take in many more details due to the sheer size. I hadn't even really finished processing everything on the desk - seeing normal sized objects towering over me was a lot more attention catching than I would have thought. It was surreal. Trippy, really. 

“I’m glad you guys could make it!” Easton said. He sat in front of the desk, his blond hair framing his face. It was odd to see it not pulled back as it was when he was working. 

“This is so cool! It's like we're tiny!” Penelope said, looking around the room just as I had been. She paused. “I guess it’s not just like we’re tiny to you.”

Easton laughed lightly, glancing to the side at the sound of a door opening. I saw John appear from a second door on the back wall of the desk that I hadn’t noticed before - not the door to the elevator we’d taken to get to the desk. 

“Ah, you three are right on time!” He said. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be breathing down yall’s necks for the whole movie. Just wanted to come say hi, and that my apartment is up there.” John pointed to the wall across from us, closest to the door he’d entered from. There was a human sized balcony on it, I realized. I’d originally thought it was another shelf. Upon John pointing it out, I could clearly see a railing, and, further back, a metal door. God, there was so much to look at, and so much of it being huge wasn’t helping with taking it all in.

“I’ll just be working on some paperwork if anyone needs anything,” John continued. 

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay for the movie?” Angie asked. He shook his head. 

“I’ve got plenty of work to catch up on, but have fun for me,” he said. His gaze trailed to the folding chairs Angie and I had carried over, then the blankets Penelope currently held. “Well, I’ll let you get set up - have a great time!” 

With that, John exited as quickly as he’d entered through the same door. 

“So, I was thinking you guys could set up the chairs in front of my laptop, however far away is a good viewing distance, and it’d be kind of like a movie theatre,” Easton said. “Minus the overpriced popcorn.”

“That sounds great to us!” Angie said, with Penelope and I both chiming in in agreement as well. The set up of the chairs didn’t take long, though Penelope and I insisted on moving the location of the chairs a few times more than Angie seemed interested in. 

“We have to get the angle right!” I said, pulling the furthest chair slightly to the left. 

“We have to!” Penelope echoed. “Maybe a little further back?”

“Wait, Easton, can you turn the screen on? I want to see what the glare is like from here,” I said, looking back and up at the giant. 

“Sure. I’m just going to lean sort of over you,” he replied. I wondered if he still had to consciously make an effort to announce his movements before moving, or if he’d done it enough by now that it was second nature. I hadn’t seen him do much more than shift his head without announcing it first. It made sense practically, given that a building sized giant making sudden or erratic moves would probably be chaotic at best. And as someone who was far more easily startled than I’d like, even without the size difference it was quite comforting. All the same, I knew from personal experience (albeit, the personal experience of “trying to act like a normal person” instead of “being a giant in a tiny world”) that considering every movement one made could be draining.  

A shadow fell over the three of us as Easton leaned forward to turn his laptop on. The screen came to life, the light washing over us and vanquishing the shadow from Easton’s arm. Penelope took a seat in one of the chairs, staring at the screen. 

“How is it?” I asked. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. I could see Angie give a good natured eye roll in my peripheral - she didn’t seem to care nearly as much as Penelope and I did about where we put the chairs. 

“We gotta move them back a little more,” Penelope said. 

“I can tilt the screen up or down a bit if that helps,” Easton offered. 

I took a seat next to Penelope, then looked up at Easton. He was still leaning over us slightly, though his arm now rested on the table to the side of us. “Will you be able to see it still?” 

“I should be able to,” he replied. 

“Maybe tilt it down a bit, then,” I said. He obliged, once again mentioning he was going to reach over us before doing so. 

“How's that?” he asked. Penelope and I looked at the screen, then at each other, then finally nodded. 

“Perfect,” Penelope replied. 

“Finally!” Angie said. She was already moving to scoop up the blankets Penelope had set on the desk. “Watching you two try to set up felt like its own movie,” she teased as she handed me one of the blankets. 

“It's not everyday you get the chance to put your theatre seat anywhere,” Penelope shot back. 

“Or get the movie screen adjusted!” I took the blanket from her. 

“Well, now that that's settled, can we get the movie started?” Penelope said with a grin.

oh boy I sure hope there isnt a big scary giant in this forest