Introducing a secret merman to alcohol. What could go wrong?

✨ drunken size shifting ✨ back to his old merm self, in front of his friend! 🫣

Check your hand sanitizer y'all

Just paused contact with some family members. It feels horrid and it feels light. This guilt that is starting to fester is part of the reason why it needed to be done. I just needed to put it out here to process it somewhat.

The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤

Monster X Human

do you think the house-roaming borrowers might have mold immunity or at least hardened digestive processes due to developing alongside humans that frequently live in moldy environments (because usually it is not actually prominent or dangerous)?

me, greeting my single size-shifter friend: heya bud! hows the love life?

them:

me: that’s rough buddy :/

Big fish, small regency house 🧜‍♂️🥲

If shrinking feels like tensing up, is growing like…stretching?

Is it freeing, or does it feel like being pulled on from all directions? Any thoughts on this?

GT CONCEPT :

In a world where human and tinies live together, Agent A, a high experimented spy, work for a secret organisation. He is one of the best spy in the world but he needs to find a teammate in order to achieve one of his mission.

Ends up he has to work with a young and cute fairy (he's a guy btw) who is full of energy and magic ✨

Problem is that Agent A is old, professional and he doesn't like fairies that much...

(spoiler they become friends at the end)

a blacksmith making a custom sized ring for his giant wife. if that's anything to any one of you

Trap a little dream.

how borrowing feels:

how borrowing actually is:

trope i'd like to see more? mmmmm being stuck with a giant while they're still in feral mode. the most pressing danger is over, but the larger doesn't recognize that. in fact, they're solely focused on you. being cradled to a chest with a clawed hand. held precariously between two fingers and inspected for injuries, pinned under the gaze of two massive, clouded eyes. trying to sneak away only to be met with a sharp, booming growl. all that stuff.

maybe some progress is made, and you're able to walk away long enough to retrieve some supplies, pretending like you don't hear a whine echoing behind you. coming back, and whatever new materials you have being sniffed curiously, cautiously. eventually, you settle down. neither of you are sleeping tonight. not the giant, clutching you to their chest or neck, ready to pounce at anything that so much as twitches towards you. certainly not you, flight-or-fight still roaring, both from the altercation and the presence of this behemoth. you can only pray the lucid, reasonable person you knew soon returns. but...

in the meantime, it is kind of nice to be cradled to a massive, warm chest. to know, like your own name, that anything that tries to harm you wouldn't be around to do so much longer.

U are a predator and I realistically am your prey and yet we get along and touch and love each other and enjoy time together despite our stark difference in stature and power. You could kill me with the mere flick of your wrist and yet you use such strength to carry and cuddle and show affection to me in all of my smallness. Maybe thats what its all about baby

An old comic I forgot to finish

One of my favourite moments from Chapter 15 of "The Art of Love and War", by @fireflywritesgt <3

these two will be the death of me just you wait juST- im dskjhfdjhfsijdf