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.
Bdbdbbdbdbdb :P
(Bowser and King Boo drinking together and complaining over their mustachioed nemeses)
KB: Come on, you have it easy. I've kidnapped the red Luigi plenty of times! He's hardly a threat!
Bowser: You trapped him in a painting as he's sleeping. That hardly counts! Try fighting Red when he's actually awake. Anyway, the green bean is so pathetic, he could hardly hold onto a powerup! Scared and shaking all the time! Just use that against him!
KB: You don't know what you're talking about. You try fighting him and see how much his fear doesn't hold him back! You'd find yourself trapped in a vacuum in record time!
Bowser: *laughing because even drunk he knows he can't be vacuumed up like a boo can*
(later, on his way home, a still drunk bowser decided he'll prove KB wrong and take care of the green Mario problem for him. Kidnaps Luigi in his sleep, because why hasn't KB tried that when that's how e traps nearly everyone else? stupid boo.)
(Meanwhile KB starts plotting a Bowser-style kidnapping of his own to lure Mario to one of his haunted locations for a fight to prove Bowser wrong. He makes his attack in the early morning (still dark out) when Mario is confused and lacking coffee) as to where his brother has disappeared to. KB and his boos attack the castle, startling Princess Peach as she is eating breakfast before getting an early start on her day. Capturing her in a painting, and leaving a few toads to run and inform Mario of what happened. The toads run to tell Luigi and Mario because they know Luigi is who you call for boo problems, but you call Mario for kidnapped Peach problems. but no one can find Luigi so Mario sets off alone to rescue Peach, planning to find out where Luigi is after. He borrows Luigi's boo hunting equipment and calls up Professor Gadd to get some quick lessons on how to use it all before he's off to save the princess.)
(Meanwhile at Bowser's castle things are not going the way Bowser expected (an easy fight) nor does it go the way it would if it was Mario. and oops, is Bowser catching feelings for the green one? oh.)
(Luigi returns home, a bit stunned that he has a date night planned with Bowser of all people. He's still trying to figure out how that happened. To find the toads all freaking out because KB kidnapped the Princess and Mario went after them with Luigi's stuff, but isn't back yet. So Luigi grabs his older poltergust from storage and goes to provide back-up, or straight up rescue them if Mario ended up in a painting. He arrives to find that actually, no, Mario is still standing, still fighting, sucking up boos and ghosts, though not as efficiently as Luigi could with all his experience in doing so. It's still clear to KB that he greatly underestimated the red one.)
Luigi: Doing great, bro! Just smack him around a bit to stun him when you have him caught! I'll let the Princess out!
(Mario does what his brother suggests and manages to capture KB himself as Peach is saved from the painting by Luigi and the three head home (after dropping off the captured boos to Gadd), talking about how strange it was that KB had made such a move. Also Luigi explaining why he hadn't been home that morning. Minus the date. he doesn't know how to get into that development...)
Soft, Flirty & Fluff
Giant/Tiny Prompts
“There you are..” Whispers that still rumble your core as your trembling form is picked up by gentle, steady fingers— curling around you. Theres nothing but affection in the giants voice.
Giants with elegant, sleek hands and subtle clawed nails carefully plucking up a human between two fingers on their back and their thumb to their torso.
“Awh.. don’t tell me you’re afraid~? I’d never hurt someone as cute as you.”
A giants eyes clouded with affection, a distinctive blush on their features. Their eyes are half-open; focused solely on the tiny.
Giants being teasing when sleepy, gently cooing things like “Waking up a monster like me at this hour~? How brave.” or “Aww.. what will I ever do with you?” Their voice is more velvety, the gentle, sleepy rumble thats followed by soft giggles or a yawn. (even better if the giant has fangs)
Gentle giants that ask before kissing their tiny. Even if the tiny knows if they really wanted, anything the tiny said wouldn’t matter. The mutual respect and love.. throwing away the obvious power imbalances.. i love..
“Whats that look for? Sweetheart, im not going to eat you~! how could i ever do such a thing..”
Loving giants that pepper their tiny love in kisses— lips enveloping their torso and whatever else. The slight squirming of the tiny trying to get comfortable while so obviously giddy, and the giant pulling away as their love is either awe struck or sleepy now. (for girls, the tiny having maybe an accidental lipstick mark or two)
Looming over a tiny with a flirty smile, fawning over how cute they are— curling your hands around them or leaning in to scan their features.
Holding a tiny carefully— getting lost in the moment and beginning to massage their back, shoulders and arms with a thumb, patting their hair until they eventually have fallen asleep.
“You’re safe.” While holding a tiny so close, either comforting them from a memory or nightmare.
Giants kissing tinies on their tummy, its a vulnerable place that protects vital organs— so an abundance of trust would be needed. But goodness, would the gentle contact melt them..
Giants waking a tiny up, not bothering to fish them out of their comfort— instead picking them up, comforters, pillows and all.
Giants that purr
Guess who got stranded on a road trip with no pencil ✨
On an unrelated note, I need a new green highlighter
can we talk about the ups strike can we PLEASE talk about the ups strike
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I do, yes! Though generally I give a once-over to their blog beforehand, and block anyone I know I wouldn't want to be mutuals with (terfs, bots, etc.)
Hello everyone, this is my first drawing here.These are my characters, the monster's name is Robert, and the girl's name is Emma. They are in the laboratory, the girl is a scientist, in general, I will make a lot of comics/sketches/drawings with them.
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hey everyone its april fools. but dont worry i dont have anything planned. just going to sit here and...
-18, any pronouns are cool- Honestly this just turned into a g/t account, I don't know how it happened. I like posting my art and I'll probably reblog stuff about Labor Unions/Workers rights every now and then, don't be afraid to interact or make art requests! I might not get to them very quickly, but I'm down to give em a shot. Glad to share my 3am monthly-hyperfixation-related drawings with y'all
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