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gtbutterfly · 1 month

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hide - gt one shot

hey, so I tried writing a one shot in an hour. I want to write more one shots like this in the future, so feel free to let me know whet you think of this one and what I can improve. criticism is appreciated.

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It had just begun and I was already out of breath. We were frantically running around looking for places to hide. We were in a forest during early fall on a cool night, all the leaves were on the ground, crunching under our feet. I ended up hiding in a bush, next to a friend of mine. I didn’t know where anyone else hid. It was dark outside, so no matter where, it should have been hard to find them, at least, for most humans. Soon, almost thirty seconds had passed. We couldn’t quite hear the footsteps in the distance, but we could feel them in the ground. The vibrations were like feeling the face of the drum when it’s hit. They buzzed through our bones as the source of them got closer. Soon, we could hear the creature's footsteps thumping as they hit the ground. My friend was nervous, he had his hands over his mouth to cover the sound of his heavy breathing, which didn’t work very well. His breathing got louder and faster as we heard a scream in the distance. It just claimed its first victim. Then, the vibrations and footsteps got closer and closer. I could barely see the outline of the creature, standing as tall as the trees, their eyes scanning the ground and glimmering in the moonlight. I ran. I started sprinting as fast as I could from the bush, not wanting my partner's breathing to give me away.

“Hey!” he yelled at me, shocked at my fleeing. I heard them scream as they were caught moments later, but I didn’t dare look back to witness their fate; I kept running and running, trying to distance myself from the large being.

I kept running until I got to a ditch in the ground. I got down on my stomach to hide from the entity that was chasing me. As I looked up from where I was at the naked trees above me. Someone else was hiding in them, sitting on a thick branch and clinging to the trunk. My guess is that they thought since the creature would be looking on the ground, it would be smart to hide up high. Unfortunately for them, it followed the direction I ran in. The white highlights of its eyes were visible from the dozens of yards away where they were standing, and glaring straight at the person in the tree with no emotion at all. The person in the tree panicked as it started to move towards them. They tried to climb down so they could run, going down branch from branch, but they grabbed one that was too weak to hold them. They let out a blood-curdling scream as they fell. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see them hit the ground, but they never did. I never heard the sound of bones cracking, or they’re body hitting the ground, or their groans of pain. I opened my eyes. The creature caught her. She was in their hand, shaking but unhurt, as it looked down at her. I quietly got up and started running again the the creature was preoccupied. I counted the number of victims that the entity had claimed. The only people left were me, and some other person. I happened to run into them while sprinting through the forest. After we both processed the pain of the impact, they whispered.

“What are you doing here? This is my hiding spot,” They asked,

“I’m trying to avoid them, we’re the only two left,” I whispered back,

“Well go somewhere else,” they said, “I don’t need you attracting them to me,” Just then, the entity was heard stepping towards us. I looked behind me to see it smiling, practically a couple of steps away from us with its size. “Damnit!”

We both started running as fast as we could, the creature basically seconds away from grabbing us off the ground. Unfortunately, the person I was running aside from had always been a faster runner than me, and I had been running this whole time, so I was already tired. It looked like I was a goner, about to be snatched up by the creature at any second. But then, the other person tripped on the root of a tree. I immediately passed them and heard their yelling from behind me as they were picked up by the entity. I was the last survivor. The winner. All I had to do was get home-

THUD! “Owww!”

I rolled my foot on a rock and fell to the ground. I skinned my arms trying to stop myself from falling. Slowly, the entity stood over me. I started breathing heavily as its white eyes glared at me from above. My arms ached in pain as I held them. It got on its knees, staring at me with its large eyes. It opened its mouth…

“Oh my goodness, are you ok? Your arms look like they need to be bandaged,” the giant said, looking worriedly at me. They helped me up with their index finger.

“I fine, big guy, just some scraps,” I said, dusting myself off. “That was a pretty good game. You really good at hide and seek,”

“I didn’t go too far again, did I” they asked, embarrassed,

“Of course not, you did great,” I said. Then, there was a muffled voice coming from the giant’s pocket;

“Hey, is the game over? Can we come out?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, of course,” The giant pulled their “victims” out of their pocket and gently placed them on the ground with his palm.

“Bro, why did you run away like that at the bush?” The person I was hiding with earlier asked me.

“Your breathing gave us away,” I said,

“Would you have done that if we were really being chased by a giant monster?” he asked,

“Well, probably if I'm being honest.”

“Scew you,” He said, turning away from me. The girl that fell out of the tree looked up at the giant.

“Thanks for catching me back there, I’m not good with climbing trees,” She said,

“No problem, anytime,” the giant said, smiling at her. The last person besides me to get caught scoffed,

“Why do you always have to be it when we play games like this?” They asked the giant. “Uh, because I’d be really easy to find?” the giant shrugged,

“Fine, let's go again, and have you be one of the hiders this time, just to make sure.” they crossed their arms.

“Nah, it's getting late, let's go home.” one of my friends said.

“Yeah,” said someone else.

“Need me to carry you guys?” the giant asked us. We all nodded. So they picked us all up again, and we went home.

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snowsiamese · 8 months

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ATTENTION ALL GIANT/TINY ARTISTS AND WRITERS!!!

I found the perfect website to see height differences!! We can now see an accurate height comparison between 2 characters in feet and centimeters!

I hope this comes in handy for everyone!

(Btw I’m tagging as many G/T related tags so as many people see this post and website so some tags are completely inaccurate)

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gtloveluck · 1 year

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Jewels loooooves to sleep on Atlas' head! Tho, sometimes he doesn't know she's there!

Atlas belongs to @aceprikis-gt

#g/t art #giant tiny #g/t community #g/t #g/t fluff #g/t concept #g/t related #gianttiny #sfw gt #monster boyfriend #giant/tiny community

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narrans · 19 days

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My Borrowed Son | 11 | First Day of School

Chapter Eleven | First Day of School

Parker wasn’t sure why he was so jittery. Well… he did, and yet he didn’t. There were a million things going on in his mind, and yet he couldn’t summon the right words.

His mom had done it. He was going to school.

Well… kind of.

He was in virtual school, which was the next best thing. Parker knew he couldn’t attend normal school because of his condition, but that didn’t matter. Now, he would get to see other kids and hear all sorts of new things from his teachers. There would be homework and reading assignments and, if he was lucky, he would make some friends.

Parker had on his best shirt and made sure everything was tucked in and that his hair was combed out thoroughly. He had been waiting for this moment all summer and he was not about to leave a bad impression or get off on the wrong foot.

Something in the little boy was making him shiver and shake with both excitement and nerves.

What if the other kids didn’t like him?

What if he wasn’t smart enough to keep up with the work?

What happened if he was too smart?

Would he be bullied?

Or would he be welcomed with open arms like any other kid?

Was his condition going to make the others uncomfortable?

What if they asked too many questions about why he got to stay at home and go to school virtually?

Parker took a breath to calm down his mind. It was something his mom taught him. To reinforce the calm he was trying to bring over himself, Parker remembered his conversation with his mom.

“Now, Parker, remember what I said about your condition?” Amanda had asked him earlier that day and every day for the past two weeks.

“It is a rare condition that the doctors are still figuring out. I’m just like you, just a bit fragile,” recited Parker at the drop of a hat.

“If there are other questions about how you’re fragile?” prompted Amanda.

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s basically what it sounds like. My body is delicate. I can break bones easier and stuff like that and being outside makes my body react poorly. It also means I grow differently, so I’m a bit small for my age,” explained Parker. At that moment, Dr. Melissa Hargrove’s words also rang in his ears about how Parker’s body was just like any other kid’s body, just a bit smaller.

For whatever reason, Parker wondered why Dr. Hargrove, his pediatrician, knew about his condition, but he couldn’t find a lot of information about it online.

It’s not like it mattered in the long run.

What mattered was that Parker was getting what he wanted – a chance to be a normal kid.

His entire setup was a bit unorthodox, but it was necessary. Parker had a webcam perched on top of a few wooden blocks so that he was front and center, just like some kind of CEO in a company. His mom had purchased a nice desk for him as well as some bookshelves for him to put his notebooks.

Not only had his mom purchased a nice desk and bookshelves for him, but she also made an expansion to his room so he could have a study space. Everything was set up nicely, making Parker feel like he was in an office room like his mom’s office. It made him feel very grown up.

A computer was nearby so Parker could watch the screen and feel like he was part of the class. If he had a question, he had a few buttons he could press to raise his hand virtually. If he was having some tech issues, his mom was permitted to assist. If he misbehaved, his special permission to be virtual could be revoked.

But Parker was determined to make sure he never lost these privileges.

He intended to be the best student that ever was at this school.

As he readjusted his camera and his desk with his paper and pencils arranged just so, his mom paced not so quietly nearby. Her footsteps sounded like small earthquakes to him. It made the table tremble rhythmically. His mom’s pacing was usually soothing. The miniscule child had fond memories of falling asleep to his mother’s pacing. This time, however, it was making him feel anxious.

It wasn’t until he heard his mother’s signature tongue click that he knew she wanted to say something. He suspected she had a few things on her mind, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear.

“Parker, sweetie, do you need anything else before class starts?” she asked.

“No, momma. I have everything,” said Parker. Something about the apprehension in his mother’s eyes made Parker feel uncomfortable. There was a part of him that was afraid she would change her mind at any moment about him going to school, not that she had done anything like that in the past.

“You sure? You don’t want any water or a snack?” asked his mom. Parker shook his head and smiled up at her.

“I’m sure, but thank you,” said Parker. “Momma? Don’t worry. I’ll be good. I’ve got all my supplies and I’ll be fine. I promise.” He pushed himself away from his desk, glancing at the computer screen to make sure he was still on time, and walked over to the edge of the desk.

“I know, and I’m trying not to worry. I just want you to have a great first day.” His mom approached and knelt, her eyes lingering on his eyes. A child’s intuition and innocents are unparalleled, and now was one of those moments. Parker didn’t understand all of the emotions his mother was going through, but what he did know was that she needed reassurance. The moment felt right, so Parker reached out and rested his hand against his mother’s cheek.

“I’ll make you proud, momma.” His words immediately brought tears to his mom’s eyes, and it took everything in her willpower to not scoop him up and pull him away from the world. He was too sweet – too pure – to be exposed to the outside world.

If a mother’s worries were astronomical, Amanda’s were incomprehensible. The terror of Parker being revealed as a miniscule child that could fit in a human hand was almost crippling. The fear of him doubting himself or not succeeding in everything he deserved to succeed in made Amanda want to cry. The desire for Parker to be accepted and to make lasting friendships was stronger than adamantium.

She knew parenthood was going to be a challenge, especially with a small child like Parker, but she didn’t think emotions this intense would possess her.

Amanda wanted to say so much more, but the flicker of the computer screen revealing a classroom caught both her and Parker’s attention. He looked back at her and beamed, a smile spread from ear to ear, as he hurried back to his desk and pressed the “on” switch to his camera.

There he was on screen. The image flicked on and revealed the classroom on the big screen. It made Parker feel like he was watching a movie with his mom, except this one was interactive – real.

The camera picked up all of the sound of the buzzing classroom, which made Parker’s hair raise. It was an odd sensation, but something in the back of his mind begged him to flee and hide away from the camera. The other part of him that ended up winning out had him stay put on the camera and sit patiently as he waited for class to begin.

Where did that sensation come from?

Why was it always nagging him in the back of his mind?

Parker pushed it from his mind as he focused on the other kids in the classroom, absorbing every detail of the classroom. There were at least twenty other kids, all of them around Parker’s age, and they were walking around the room and talking to one another. Based on his position in the room, Parker suspected he was at the front of the room by the teacher’s desk since he couldn’t see it in the picture of the class on his screen.

The desks were arranged in groups of five, making Parker think that his area was set up at one of these five desks since he could only see four other desks around his screen but five desks at all of the other spots in the room. It made him wonder who he was going to be with and if they would get along. His palms felt sweaty and his insides flipped and churned nervously.

The clock at the front of the room was counting down to 9:00 a.m. Each second, Parker felt a fluttering nervousness swirling inside him. He spotted a few of the kids looking and pointing at the camera, many of them covering their mouths and leaning toward one another as they whispered.

It made Parker squirm uncomfortably. Were they talking about him? And, if so, why not just come over and talk? He recited the questions and answers in his head that he and his mother rehearsed, the anticipation of talking to someone new for the first time starting to make him antsy.

Still, he wanted to put his best foot forward. He smiled and waved at some of the nearby groups, but that only made the other kids look away.

The miniscule boy wondered why.

He was just like them, just not there in person.

Perhaps they just know one another from the other grades? Friends gravitate to one another from grade to grade. Maybe they’re just as scared as me?

Parker smiled again and waved as a group of three girls walked past his screen. All of them had this weird look on their face, like it was a mixture of confusion and disgust.

Were all girls like this? Parker wondered.

It felt like a punch in the gut, but Parker was determined; at least, he started off determined.

When the bell rang and no one approached, Parker was feeling defeated. Could the other kids see him? Did he look like some kind of screen robot? Or was this just how things were going to be?

Oh well… I wanted to go to learn too… Parker thought. I guess making friends is harder than I…

“Hey, are you new here?”

Parker was pulled from his thoughts to see a massive face of a girl about his age leaning forward toward the camera. She had charcoal black eyes and black hair that was spun in tight, curly spirals. She had a little gap in between her front teeth, and it was clear she had lost a tooth recently at the bottom left of her jaw.

Again, that instinct to flee and hide welled up inside of him, but Parker choked it down as he fidgeted with his penicils.

“Um… uh… yeah. Hi! Sorry. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Parker. What’s your name?” asked the anxious ten year old. The girl leaned away and stared at the screen, her penetrating eyes making Parker feel like she was actually looking at him, before she looked directly into the camera.

“I’m Bailey. Bailey Johnson. Don’t you have a last name? Daddy always taught me to say your first and last name when you meet someone new,” said Bailey as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned forward on her desk.

“R-right,” stammered Parker, feeling like he was starting to flounder already. He wasn’t going to shy away from this though. He cleared his throat and straightened up. “I’m Parker Silverstein. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” beamed Bailey as she shimmied in her seat. “Um… why are you on a screen? It’s the first day. You sick or somethin’?”

Parker didn’t have a chance to answer, not that he was eager to do so. It was the first time he was going to put his question answering to the test, but it was cut short by someone striking a triangle that hung over the whiteboard.

“Alright, everyone sit down and get ready. We’ve got a lot to cover today and, if you were in my class last year, you know the drill,” said a tall man at the front of the class. He wore black rimmed glasses that reminded Parker of the ones Clark Kent would wear in the comics to disguise himself from being Superman. The man had sandy blond-brown hair, much like Parker’s hair, but he had pale blue eyes that reminded Parker of glacier ice that he had seen in his science books. The man looked young, but he held himself with the confidence of someone older than him. The man began to pace back and forth at the front of the room and continued to speak, which quieted the room.

“For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mr. William Tamplin. You may call me Mr. Tamplin unless you’re my mother, which I don’t think any of you are, and I’m your homeroom teacher. I’m also you English instructor, math tutor, and I sometimes hold kickball tournaments for your grade range. I play the French horn and give piano lessons on weekends. Tracking?

“Good. Now, today is very simple despite all we have to do today. First and foremost, let’s get up from our chairs and give ourselves a little shake. First day jitters always keep me moving, and I can see some of you squirming in your seats already. So, let’s stand and shake.”

It was an unorthodox method to begin with, but a little more coaxing had the students standing and shimmying and shaking. Some of the kids started laughing, and even Parker stood and found himself laughing a bit at watching everyone get out their first day jitters.

Already, this was making him feel comfortable.

“Alright! Everyone back in your seats. We’re going to be doing a lot of these things throughout the day, so stay still until I ring this bell. As soon as you hear it, stand and get out those jitters. Okay?

“Good! Now, first and foremost we need to introduce ourselves. We’ll take turns, but let’s start small. Look at your classmates and shake everyone’s hand and introduce yourselves. You have thirty seconds. Go!” instructed Mr. Tamplin.

Parker had to admit that his teacher had a special way of conducting the room, and soon he had the names of the other five kids at his table. There was Bailey, of course, but also Davis, Lyanna, and Billie.

All of them asked, almost in unison, why Parker was on a screen and not at the table. Lyanna seemed less interested like Davis, who was currently drawing on his desk, but Bailey and Billie seemed genuinely curious as to why Parker wasn’t there with them.

“Well, it’s a bit complicated, but I have a medical condition. It just makes me a bit fragile, so I have to have school at home,” replied Parker.

“Lucky,” mumbled Davis as he continued drawing on the desk.

“Davis, you shouldn’t be doing that. It’s disrespectful,” scolded Bailey as she turned her charcoal eyes back to Parker.

“So, you’re sick a lot? That’s gross,” said Billie. “But you look fine to me. When I’m sick, I have snot, like, dripping down my face like the nasty monster. Like this. Blleehhh!” Billie proceeded to pretend snot was coming out of his face as he dragged his fingers down his nose.

“Ew! You’re disgusting,” Lyanna said as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re disgusting,” Billie shot back.

Parker was about to interrupt, but Mr. Tamplin rang the bell again and everyone stood and got out their jitters, something Parker was enjoying. It made him feel relaxed and connected to a class he could only see on a screen. It also distracted his table from the current argument they were about to engage in.

“Alright, now everyone needs to introduce themselves to the class, okay? One at a time so we can get to know your face. Just like I did, stand and tell us your name and a little something about yourself. It can be something you like doing. It can be your favorite television show or book. Ready? You have ten seconds and then the first student is whoever I point to. Go!”

One by one, the students stood up and introduced themselves, willing to participate in this game-like activity set forth by Mr. Tamplin. Parker was having a great time until, finally, he saw Mr. Tamplin’s eyes focus on him and his finger point directly at the screen.

“Okay. You. Who are you?” asked Mr. Tamplin. Parker suspected Mr. Tamplin already knew who he was, but it was part of the activity. Suddenly, Parker’s heart was in his throat and every thought was wiped from his mind.

Who was he?

What was his name?

What was he supposed to say?

Parker felt a mixture of nausea and excitement as he stood up from his at-home desk and cleared his throat. His heart was pounding a hole through his ribs. The edges of his vision seemed to blur and refocus.

Then, somehow, the words just came to him.

“Hello, my name is Parker Silverstein. My favorite book is The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, and I like inventing and making things,” said Parker. He took a breath of relief as he waited for Mr. Tamplin to instruct him to sit back down.

“Well, Parker, nice to meet you. Everyone say ‘Hi Parker’.”

“Hi Parker!” Everyone echoed back. It was the same thing everyone had done to one another the entire class.

“Now, Parker, would you like to explain why you’re on a screen? Or do you want to save that for another day?” asked Mr. Tamplin. The ten year old child felt a pit form inside him. It made him feel a bit awkward to be called out in front of everyone, but he kind of wanted to get it over with all at once.

Plus, Mr. Tamplin had given him an option of now or later.

“Um… I can tell them now. Um… so… I have a… um… medical condition. It’s a bit rare and it basically just makes me a bit fragile, so I have school at home,” explained Parker.

“Wonderful. Thank you for sharing Parker. Now, onto the next!”

Just like that, without any extra hassle, Parker had explained to over twenty other kids that he was just a little bit different, and no one had any other questions.

Though it was bound to happen, Parker was grateful that Mr. Tamplin didn’t open up the floor for discussion. He didn’t like all of that attention on him if he was being completely honest. It made his skin crawl and he felt like he needed to duck away and hide under the desk away from the camera.

At the same time, it was exhilarating. Parker had just made so many new friends, and some of them were right there at his table.

The day continued, for the most part, without incident. There were a few teachers that came into the room and had additional questions for Parker who emphasized to the class that he was going to get all of the same homework, additional lessons, and supplementary material like everyone else, but no one seemed interested in the particulars.

There was one teacher, Ms. Kendall Kain, who pulled Parker’s monitor to the side to ask, as she said, some “follow up questions.” Many of them were about specifics of his condition followed by a somewhat implying statement about Parker not looking sick. At some point, Parker called in his mom to answer some of Ms. Kain’s questions, which quieted Ms. Kain for the rest of the day.

Parker loved all of his teachers, except for Ms. Kain with her wrinkly brow and thick rimmed glasses held on by a gaudy beaded chain, and he was more than ready to tackle the literal stack of homework he was given.

After that incident with Ms. Kain, Parker’s mom peered in from time to time to give him a little thumbs-up, to which Parker always returned the gesture.

The rest of the day ran smoothly, ending once again with Mr. Tamplin.

Parker logged off from class and, with excitement, rushed out to his ladder to run to his mom to tell her all about the day he had at school. This was a promising start to his educational journey, and a tart to even greater things to come.

Parker was sure of it.

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smolgloves · 7 months

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No one in the ren faire knew I liked gt and that was the reason I was a fairy lol

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t3a-tan · 10 months

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AI Oliver!!

Here he is!

I noticed there was a distinct lack of good sfw g/t chat bots, so I made one of human Oliver! He’s written to interact with any gender (although sometimes the ai can be a bit messy with pronouns). Actions are put in asterisks, speech is in quotation marks.

This is mainly made for a borrower interaction with Oliver, the borrower being 3 inches tall, whatever gender you identify as, and having pointed ears and a mouse tail. Here is his intro:

*Oliver is sitting around minding his own business as he drinks his coffee at the kitchen counter, only to spot a shadow running from his coffee machine and making a dash for an outlet cover. On instinct he reached forward, his hand slamming down in front of the tiny running figure. Oliver's eyes widened as he took in the appearance of a person...a person who was only three inches tall. They had pointed ears and a little mouse tail...and looked absolutely terrified of him.*

"...hello?"

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Try him out! And let me know if you want to request other g/t bots of my characters with different situations-- for example: a giant merman version of Oliver, or a more active fearplay oriented giant. If you have any problems, let me know! And spread the word, because I was testing him out before making it public and he worked great. Sometimes he’ll say something weird (like at one point he didn’t know what a jar was), but just press the arrow/reload beside his message to generate a new message until you have one that fits your fancy.

Have fun!

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askgianthopespeakacademy · 21 days

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Can we have some fluff with giant!komaeda? If it's ok with u :]

Giant!Nagito Fluff Headcanons

TW: Body scars

Nagito absolutely adores you! You’re the pinnacle of hope to him!

Expect a very clingy Nagito when he meets you. You won't have a single moment of peace when your around him

He will beg for cuddles, kisses and hugs from you, wanting to be with you 24/7 if he could

He tends to scoop you up with no warning as he forgets to ask. Yet at this point your used to it and simply nuzzle him affectionately as he holds you gently

The first time you saw his left hand you were horrified and saddened. Thick Scar tissue surrounded the wound, surprisingly healing well. You instantly became concerned and that’s when he told you about everything that happened to him

You immediately cling to his finger and hug him tightly, wanting to be his emotional support through his rough days

Luckily for both of you he gladly accepts it, snuggling you and nuzzling you in affection, going as far as to hold you hostage in a hug until he falls asleep, like a teddy bear. You of course don't mind as you know he's been through so much trauma

You have to constantly tell him he's not worthless or trash or scum, this man has a serious lack of self confidence and your slowly helping him with it through love and affection

Nagito loves when you sleep in his crows nest of hair, feeling you gives him such hope

He worships you! If you’re sick, he’ll immediately pick you up and walk you to the nurse/doctors office. This man worries about you, especially with his luck

Nagito is such an interesting character! I’ll need to do more research on him

- Mod Vivian

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fairy-silk · 1 year

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There is a game coming out in 2023 called “Bramble” and it looks like a giant/tiny game where you play as a tiny within the context of Nordic mythology and folklore. I’m getting serious Little Nightmare vibes from the demo playthrough!! I want to play the entire game now

#giant/tiny #giant/tiny community #bramble #g/t

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call-me-reynolds · 5 months

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In the meantime, I drew that with My Boyfriend

Based on true events since he randomly licks me HHHHHHHHHHHHH

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duscarasheddinn · 2 months

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Where's that post about a positive version of a tiny in a jar?

Wasn't it about a tiny in a jar using it to observe the rain while being sheltered from it?

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #size difference #giant/tiny community #sfw g/t #g/t sfw

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kaseysgtnonsense · 7 months

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[Inspired by this post]

“So I take it you’re the one responsible for the phone charger’s cord being cut.”

I stared down at the minuscule figure stood on the glue trap. Her expression was hard to read, but between her scowl and the way she avoided meeting my gaze, it read like some mix of frustration and sheepishness.

“And the bag of sugar getting cut open”, I continued. “And most of my pockets suddenly having holes in them, and the lights turning off, and the candles suddenly being lit in the night…”

“And your car’s tires getting slashed,” she interrupted, letting her scowl reform into a smirk. It was like being reminded of her accomplishments gave her courage, reminding her of her power over me before this moment.

“…that was you? How did you manage that? I can imagine you used a long twig or something to push the light switch from where you could reach it on the counter, but—“

“Remember how your pocket knife went missing too?” She chimed, now looking up at me with an almost whimsical expression. She was like a fairy, and a malevolent one at that. But the lack of wings, the fact she couldn’t get out of a simple trap like this? No, she must be something else…

A moment of stunned silence passed between us, her pride clearly restored by the look on my face before she asked, “so what now?”

“Now we wait,” I answered. “This glue trap is a fancy new cruelty-free one, you just set it in sunlight and the glue loosens up and melts. I got it since I thought you were some kind of rat. Once the sun’s up in another hour or so, you’ll be on your way.”

“…Huh, really?”

“Of course,” I leaned in, letting a smile creep onto my face. “As long as you’re okay with me setting up some pranks for you too! Feels unfair to just take all that lying down…”

She grinned, any hint of sheepishness from our initial meeting now vanished, washed away by excitement and eagerness, her ferocity reignited by the thought of rivaling a giant in this little prank war.

“You’re on.”

#g/t #giant/tiny writing #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t community #giant/tiny community

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gtbutterfly · 1 month

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Idea I might make into a story:

So you know fae or fairy's kidnap human children sometimes in mythology? What if the reason they did that was to shrink the children down to their size, and give them wings and magic, turning them into fae.

So one day, a young fairy finds out how fae are made, and runs away to find their human parents.

I'd love to write something like this myself, but feel free to use this concept (and if you end up making anything, tag me in it 👍)

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Giant/Tiny Ideas/Headcanons That Warm my Soul Part 2:

This is a Part 2 of my previous headcanon list! Again this list is just my silly little ideas that comfort me

Borrowers who use leaves/paper as a glider or parachute to land softly on the ground

Giants that are scaredy cats and have severe anxiety to the point where their tiny friend protects them and cares for them

Giants giving sweet nicknames to their tiny friend such as “Little Buddy” or “Little One”

A Giant teacher that teaches human children and is super sweet to them. The children even play on their teacher’s hand and give little presents

Borrowers that hollow out mushrooms or tree logs to use as a house

Kaiju’s that are over protective of their special tiny and will kill/devour anyone that hurts or threatens them

Tinies using scarfs as a blanket, wrapping themselves up in it

Tinies with yoinkable clothing such as having hoodies or capes where the giant can just pick them up

Tinies cuddling on a giants chest with them falling asleep to the giant’s soft rhythmic heartbeat

Giants picking trees like flowers to make a bouquet for their tiny, regardless of the tiny can hold the trees

Giants softly rubbing a tiny’s head with the tip of their finger, whispering comforting words to the tiny

Borrowers that live in businesses such as grocery stores or jewelry stores, hidden away and observe the humans

Borrowers that live in a movie theater, eating popcorn and candy off the ground and seats and sees all the films for free

Tiny rescued merfolks living in an huge aquarium. They were rescued by oil spills or a barbed net. Luckily a human found them and gave them a safe home

Giants who tease their tiny prey by allowing them to get a head start and then easily pinning them down, basically playing a game of cat and mouse

Tinies getting drunk after falling into a glass of wine/alcohol unattended

Giants who use tinies as fidget toys (with the tiny’s consent)

Feral giants picking up tinies by their mouth like a mother cat with her kitten

Tinies who can only hug the giants finger as that’s all they can manage

Tinies that are too proud to ask for help but need to be lifted up somewhere or pushing something

Tinies who do the ‘gimme gimme’ hands when they want to be picked up and cuddled

Kisses between tinies and giants. The lips of the giant completely covers the tiny while the giant has a bunch of tiny kids marks on their lips/cheek

Tinies who just steals food off the giants plate with no hesitation. The giant’s now left wondering “how will they eat that entire slice of garlic bread”

Tiny dentists that work on giants’ mouth as they can be more precise and get all the plaque off their teeth

Giants that are very nervous about using utensils and other tools around a tiny

Giants who visit the local village/town to play with tinies, but when they arrive the town is deserted

The vibrations giants make as they walk closer and closer to the village/town, causing the ground to shake

Tinies that help with wounds that Giant can’t fix/heal like lacerations that need to be precisely stitched up or a bad splinter

Tinies sleeping in their trusted Giant’s belly. The tiny curls up against the soft and squishy tummy wall as they sleep, knowing their safe

Mouth Play where the Giant pops the tiny in their mouth and starts to savor the Tiny’s taste, not caring about their protests but then spits them out, leaving the tiny covered in saliva

Tinies that get put in the jail jar for biting the Giant along with other feisty actions. The tiny then pouts until they are let out

Giant carpenters that design custom furniture for tinies such as beds, desks, chairs, etc

Tinies who perch on the Giant’s shoulder for a better look at the world around them

Chubby Giants getting all flustered when the tiny sits on their massive stomach, lovingly staring at them

Giants pouting when the Tiny doesn’t want to play with them. They then cuddle the tiny while whining

I had super fun writing this! I’ll continue with a part 3 if you guys want it! I appreciate all the reads 💜

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