my hottest take is that the purity culture (for lack of better terms) around g/t is why there’s so much internal shame in this community.
g/t and macro/micro at the end of the day are both about control. it’s inherently about power dynamics. the content people chose to create from that is what makes it sfw or not.
and i know from the outside perspective, most people assume all size differences are inherently kinky. ik the sfw community fights tooth and nail to prove they’re nonsexual. but that does not mean nsfw enjoyers are the enemy.
and obviously sfw spaces are important for minors. that feels obligatory to mention bc i know if i wont somebody else will.
but i’m talking about a general 18+ space where sfw and nsfw can coexist. it’s like people are scared to enjoy macro/micro and/or they’re embarrassed to enjoy content parallel to that material. so they point and judge others, which puts us in this horrible little loop.
don’t yuck others yums! let people enjoy what they want! let blogs be entirely sfw, entirely nsfw, or maybe a mix of whatever they enjoy!
Man I always hate to see people eating each other alive cuz "SFW IS BETTER" or "NSFW IS BETTER" and both are like. Shaming EACH OTHER IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE OTHER SIDE.
G/T IS ENTIRELY HARMLESS.
Either enjoy both or stay in your little world enjoying what YOU WANT TO. NOT SHAMING X PEOPLE CUZ "OH BUT G/T IS SFW" or whatever
The world won't end cuz someone is drawing NSFW or SFW G/T bro lol
I personally enjoy BOTH SFW A N D NSFW; AND THAT'S OKAY, just don't go attacking people cuz they like something you don't
purity culture is everywhere. whether or not you disagree, i think it’s gotten way out of control. you can enjoy g/t in any way you want. don’t make it other people’s problem if you don’t like it
On the topic of g/t media can I talk about another, more niche thing I wish we saw more of? Giant men. Hear me out.
Giantess enjoyers eat SO well, specially in anime. Like, what the heck? Aashush I guess it's because it's more common to like female giants than the reverse but, I'll explain. In the latest games I've been following I've gotten two examples of giant women, back to back, Phantylia from Honkai Star Rail and Izanami from Onmyoji.
Both are bosses from their respective games and I mean, Look at this!!! You guys are eating so good!
Not to mention the other countless examples of giant women in media like Susan from MVA, the entirety of Steven Universe, Diane from Nanatsu, that superhero I forgot the name of from BNHA, even Gigantic, the canceled movie, would have a girl as the giant character.
There's so much content of female giants in media and there's so few male giants in comparison. What examples can we give aside from kids' cartoons? Sho? Gulliver? The giant from Jack and The Beanstalk? And that's it, I think.
When we do get male giants, they're mostly beast-like. Give me elegant male giants, give me princely, ikemen type of giants. Make them nice to look at! I want more healthy masculinity portrayed in media that has g/t, compared to the countless examples of healthy feminity we get.
Just pointing out the discrepancy in content and, I mean, we can guess the reason for that, right? But I really wish we could see more g/t content in media involving men lmao Mostly because I find it cooler, as well as more appealing.
Back to HSR, there's a future villain that is the god of destruction that Might deliver what I'm looking for but it's a big question mark at the moment. But if he does, maybe I'll finally get a bit of what I want to see more of? I sure hope so cause look at this guy-
Okay I feel like it's my obligation to point out we did get a few good examples here and there like Atom Smasher and Ant Man, with Atom Smasher being the latest example. Sadly they were side characters, so my point still stands, I wish there was more!
A little something that came to me in a burst of inspiration a few evenings ago. I had so much fun writing this one 🤭🤭 Hope you enjoy! (And to the person reading this whose creativity inspires me every day, thank you. The circus has come to town.)
SYN: A giant castle guard tries to win the princess's heart by using every cunning insight he has into her own.
OC content | Premature themes (14+) | ~1,300 words
Winning Affections
Bellametre
“A hundred men,” the giant began, leaning against the castle wall beside Eleanor’s balcony. His guard’s helmet was tucked beneath one arm, and his gauntlets hung from his belt. He tipped his head back with a smile, bright blue eyes flashing as though he could feel her watching him. “Did you know giants have the strength of a hundred men?”
“So with a hundred and one soldiers,” Eleanor said coolly, looking away as the glow in his eyes brightened, “I could cut you down and carve out your heart?”
The giant chuckled. “That’s not very princessy of you.”
Eleanor sighed and turned her attention back to her mirror, fingers massaging around the half-finished braid plaited along her aching temples. She had sent her ladies-in-waiting to fetch lavender oil, honey cakes, and mulled wine.
“Adopted princess,” she corrected.
“Fine,” the giant said. “And yes—you could carve out my heart. But giants are terribly sentimental about their hearts. You’d have to run off with it over the mountains.”
A pause. Eleanor lowered her hands.
“Don’t,” she warned softly.
“What?” the giant said, all innocence. “You’re inferring things, Ellie. I didn’t do anything.”
“You were going to. Don’t pretend—”
“Oh, Majesty,” the giant simpered, spreading his hands. “I’ve been such a monster. Fetch the fire and pitchforks and we’ll get right to the slaying.”
“I’m not queen yet. You can’t call me Majesty.”
The giant lifted an eyebrow. “How about masquerador?”
Eleanor twitched. “Quit it.”
“Oh, you find me charming,” the giant said, standing to stretch his back. He set down his helmet and stepped in front of the balcony. It reached only his chest, and his face filled nearly the entire window.
Eleanor’s eyes flicked toward him despite herself.
“Face it,” he said, grinning. “You’re entranced. I’m glorious. Otherworldly. And I know exactly how to coax you away from your noble responsibilities.”
“Name a single time that’s worked,” Eleanor said dryly.
“Winning the heart of the queen herself? The most famous maiden in the land?”
“I’m not quee—”
“Progress is being made,” he cut in with a shrug. “I’ve had a tactical advantage ever since I joined the personal guard.”
Eleanor snorted.
“You’re not very resourceful,” the giant chided. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”
“I doubt that very much.”
There was the turn of a heel, then a swift and surprisingly silent departure, and Eleanor was alone. The air stirred where he had stood, lifting the apple blossoms scattered across the tiles. A few fluttered down onto her coverlet.
Eleanor gripped the seam of her dress, her heart beginning to pound. She rose and hurried to the railing, the stone cool beneath her palms as she leaned over the edge.
“See, now that’s something,” the giant said, suddenly popping up from below the balcony.
Eleanor jumped and stumbled back, nearly tangling herself in her robes. Her cheeks reddened, and a scolding about leaving a princess unguarded welled up in her mouth, but then the giant smirked, and the words died on her tongue.
“What is?” she asked, defeated.
“Awfully archaic traditions, don’t you think?” the giant went on, lifting a hand beside his face to gesture toward her. “Stuffy gowns. Heavy jewels. Scalp-tearing braids. It’s all a bit much.”
“It’s my coronation.”
“A coronation you don’t have to attend,” the giant said quietly. His eyes were all sky and ocean. “Come on, Ellie. I could whisk you away anywhere you want to go. You only have to ask.”
Eleanor studied him for a long moment. “Why?”
“Hm?”
“That’s what I want,” Eleanor said. “Answers. You’re a guard of the highest rank, a position every other giant in the kingdom covets. Every need you have is provided for tenfold. Why are you so determined to lose that by persuading me to desert?”
The giant tilted his head to the side. “Why do you think?”
Eleanor threw up a hand. “To say you did it! That you persuaded a member of the royal family the monarchy is nothing but folly. That you convinced me to run away of my own volition. That you accomplished something… impossible.”
“Or,” the giant said, stepping closer, “maybe it’s because, since the day you appointed me, I noticed the shadows under your eyes. Or how you sit on this balcony and look toward the mountains whenever you have a free moment. Or how, at the end of the day, you still manage kindness to me, even though this burden is killing you.”
He paused.
“Maybe I thought it was time someone returned the favour.”
Eleanor shook her head, but she couldn't tear her gaze from his eyes. They were too blue, like lapis set into living marble by a master sculptor. Eyes made for bewitching. For promising wild, crystal-cold adventure in places far beyond the mountains.
“Maybe it’s destiny,” the giant continued, inclining toward her. “Maybe it’s because you’re meant to accomplish something impossible.”
Eleanor shifted her weight, but she didn’t move away. “I’m meant to accomplish the impossible?”
“Uh-huh,” the giant whispered. His breath drifted over Eleanor’s bare arms and neck, rustling her hair.
And then his hand. It rose over the balcony slowly, carefully closing the distance and curving behind her, hovering, not quite touching. It was calloused, clean, and larger than her whole body.
“Something perfectly impossible.”
“What?” Eleanor asked, turning her head toward the creases and whorls of his fingers. He smelled of leather and rainclouds, nothing like the monstrous things the kingdom’s gossip liked to imagine. “What impossibility is that?”
The giant’s eyes caught the light. They glowed so blue it seemed they were the only points of light in the world.
“Fly away.”
Eleanor inhaled sharply. She felt the weight of his palm as it finally settled against her from heel to crown, each pulse in his veins a slow, steady rhythm where their skin touched. Her own heartbeat roared in her ears. For a moment she imagined his enormous fingers curling around her waist—firm, but gentle—and the rush of wind lifting her hair as he carried her into the open sky.
She could scarcely catch her breath.
“Lydan…”
“Ellie,” he answered softly. “A hundred men, Ellie. They’d never stop us.”
And then Eleanor laughed.
The giant paused, then pulled back to consider her, his expression searching.
Eleanor shook her head. “I can’t believe you managed to turn that into another proposal.”
“What?” the giant asked, letting Eleanor push his hand away. “I’m easily the greatest opportunity you’re ever going to come across.”
“Don’t,” Eleanor warned, though she was still smiling.
“Well, you can commission me to pillage the castle and steal you away anytime you like,” the giant went on, entirely unperturbed. “Right in the middle of your coronation ceremony. Maybe even—”
“Enough!” Eleanor said. “You’re insufferable.”
“Naturally.”
“And distracting.”
“You like it.”
“Perhaps,” Eleanor admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll—uh—“
The giant laughed. “Run away with the resident monster?”
“Yes,” Eleanor said. “I won’t be running away.”
“So you say,” the giant remarked.
“But I appreciate the effort. And I enjoy your company.”
“I know you do,” the giant said easily. “I wouldn’t bother you if you didn’t.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“No.” He reached out with one last experimental finger to brush gingerly against her side. “What are you so afraid of, Ellie?”
Eleanor sighed and stepped back. “I take my oaths tonight.”
“Ah, yes,” the giant murmured, standing back to his full height. “And then you’ll be a proper queen.”
“I will.”
“And you’ll leave this tower for the throne room.”
“Yes.” Eleanor hesitated. Swallowed. She knew she had command, but… “What will you do?”
The giant grinned.
“Oh, I’m following you there too,” he said lightly. “Winning a queen’s affections sounds far more interesting than winning a princess’s.”
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You can also find this story on my Wattpad under the same username, in my G/t oneshots collection Offset. Constructive comments and feedback are always welcome.
Its not great but the g/t hyperfixation is coming back tenfold and I don't know what to do, perspective and hands are so difficult and thats basically 80% of g/t...
Chapter 9 of "Minuscule" ! The long awaited moment is finally here ! Gustave and Verso finally meet in person. What will happen now ? How are they going to react ? This chapter is the biggest to date, I hope you'll like it !
Aaaaaand you have it ! After more than 100 pages (god) they're finally able to talk to each other ! Sorry for the slow burn up until this point, I hope it was worth it !
The story will obviously continue, but I'm gonna take a break : first because this chapter drained me I'm not gonna lie xD (need to do something else a bit, like sleep) and also because I need a little bit of time to properly write the following chapters ! I have ideas, but I must organize them into a cool story that holds together. I hope you will like it.
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