Thoughts

Hands are safety, love, closeness, security, yes.

But they can also be claws, choking, destruction, terrifyingly dextrous tools used to fish things or people out of hiding places. They can be battered and bruised and calloused, or used to rend a building down to its foundation. Claws so sharp, something so small may feel they’re in a bear trap rather than someone’s palm- fingers curling over them like a cage.

"Welcome, Mr. Nilsson. You may open your eyes now."

Giles Nilsson blinked deliriously at the sudden bright light and the sterile white of this holding cell. He was seated in a chair, a white chair, at a table which was also white, and he wore a pitch black suit that he knew he didn't own. Across from him sat a stranger in white, the man who had addressed him a moment ago. This had to be some kind of weird dream. How did he get here?

"You may be wondering where you are right now," said the stranger in a calming baritone. "Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to say. Anyway it doesn't matter. You are here because I have a choice to present to you. Once you have made this choice, you are free to go."

The stranger pulled out a small black box and placed it on the center of the table. On the top of the box was an enormous round red button.

Nilsson perked up suddenly. "Hold on, I know this one. It's one of those sadistic choices where I have to push the button or die. Who are you again?"

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself," said the stranger. "I am Loki."

"Uh, like the norse god?"

"Exactly," he said. "I am he."

"You're a god."

Loki nodded. "Yes. The gods are real. All of them. All of them except for Set."

Nilsson was sure he was being pranked. "Wait, why Set?"

"It's obvious," Loki replied. "I don't think I need to explain it."

"But all the other Egyptian gods are real?" Nilsson asked.

The god rolled his eyes. "It feels like we're straying from the topic a little. Mr. Nilsson, I have brought you here as I have brought many others because there is a choice you need to make - a choice that will determine the course of the rest of your life."

"But all choices determine the course of the rest of my life," said Nilsson.

"Shut up. Wouldn't you like to know the choice?"

Nilsson thought for a long moment and then nodded. "But if you're going to offer me money on the condition I kill people or something then the answer is no."

That answer seemed to please Loki, who smiled slyly. "Nothing quite so obvious. See, you humans are always so concerned with morality and feelings. Far too few of you are easily tempted to murder, even for millions of dollars."

"Then what happens when I press the button?"

"Patience, Mr. Nilsson," Loki said, waving one hand casually in the air. "If you press the button, you will be shrunk. And - "

Tap. Giles Nilsson had already pressed the button.

Loki paused with his hand still in the air. "What are you doing?"

Nilsson shrugged. "You said the terms. I pushed the button. Can I go now?"

"I don't think you understand, young man," said Loki, a look of confusion crossing his face. "If you press the button, you will be shrunk a little. For real. I am going to take inches off your height. I am a god and I can do that."

"Neat," said Nilsson, pressing the button again. Tap.

"Stop that! I haven't even explained the other part of your sadistic choice."

Nilsson froze. Somehow he had forgotten that. What if someone had to die because of him? He'd pressed it twice! Were two people already dead? "Oh god, what's the bad thing that happens?" he said, his voice flat.

"That is the bad thing!" Loki growled, grabbing at his hair in frustration. "I'm going to shrink you, but…"

Tap.

"Mr. Nilsson, I don't think you understand. Your choices are cumulative. For every time you press the button, I shrink you more."

Tap.

Loki yanked the box back out of his reach. "Okay, you have to wait until I finish talking. For every time you press the button, I take an inch of your height in exchange for cash. The more you press, the smaller you get, but the more money you make. The pot starts at 1 dollar and doubles every time you hit the button."

"But then I shrink," said Nilsson.

"Then you shrink," Loki repeated.

"Okay, so what's the limit? How many times can I push the button?"

The god looked genuinely unsure. "Nobody's ever pressed it more than… wait, that's none of your business."

Nilsson took advantage of his brief confusion to reach across the table and wrest the box out of his grip. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Why isn't this thing working? I haven't shrunk at all!" Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just as quickly, Loki grabbed the box right back. "You get shrunk all at once at the end of this. I don't think you realize. This is permanent. You'll be tiny forever!"

"Give me that!" Nilsson cried, diving over the table and tackling Loki to the ground. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Well I hope you like being a little guy!" Loki roared. "I lied about the money! I am the trickster god. You've fallen into my trap! You are - "

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

the tiny taking good care of their giant and always makes sure they are getting all of their needs met by getting reminders to eat, wake up on time/go to bed early, etc…

giant feels bad about this bc since not having a job and/or being in a slump up till this point, the giant always provided for their tiny, and having the role reversed is foreign to them…

however, they both make the most of it, and I’m seriously convinced that whenever the tiny goes shopping for their giant after work, they bring home their giant’s favorite things but they can’t always bring home all of it bc the tiny goes all out in loving their giant partner….

also also bonus points:

if the giant is a pc gamer during their time being unemployed LMAO. I picture the giant is wearing a gaming headset, invested in their game and they can’t hear their tiny partner walk through the door with all of the goodies they brought home.

omg also to make this make sense more— if we are going off of traditional tiny and giant lore:

it would make sense for the tiny to want to provide and collect for their giant (especially when they can’t do so back) bc of old borrower values. (let’s just assume in this scenario that giants and tinies coexist, and borrower values have been long since omitted— however that instinct of providing and collecting still resides within their instincts hehe)

New Coffee maker here is how to use it.

The work has gotten harder but thankfully there's a new friend to help.

A thief has broken into the Cafe and she will step on you if she catches you.

my parrot is a democratic socialist

my arctic fox is an anarchopastoralist

KH characters don't have last names 🤣🤣

Scenes from the great short “20min Walk From Nishi-Ogikubo Station, 2 Bedrooms, Living Room, Dining Room, Kitchen, 2mos Deposit, No Pets Allowed” by Studio Khara which can be viewed here:

I can’t be the only one who has wondered how the earning of money works in mixed size communities, right?

Cause like, tinies comparatively use way less space and way less materials when compared to a giant, with the giants being opposite of tinies, using many more materials.

So like…. Do giants and tinies make the same? And houses for tinies are inexplicably the same amount as a giants despite the building and spacial costs being much less, and or foods cost the same despite a tiny eating much less? Kind of making it unequal for the tinies as their costs are inflated for nothing more than keeping a status quo. Or is it on the opposite side with tinies paying much less compared to their giant counterparts (while still making the same wages) leading to an exorbitant amount of wealth growing within tiny communities while giants with the same jobs struggle to get by

Or is there a separation of wages, so tinies make less and giants make more. Which I guess is comparatively a bit better? But what if a tiny wants to buy something for their giant friend? The cost for them would be so much higher and the only fault of that is the wage difference. Sure, you could argue that tinies get a discount, but then there would be a raging market of tiny bought goods for giants, and oh the economy!!!