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Hello! This is our G/T blog! Main is @anxiety-problem. We are the Loveletter Collective! Any posts will have the name of the poster in the tags.
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G/T July day 11 ; Colony
(based off of this list ; here) Lil snippet from Mister Acres
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Trans Masc giant who one of the things they are exitced for when they get top surgery is that their tiny friend can now rest on their flat chest
thats it that the post
*puts you in my pocket, but it’s the thigh pocket on my cargo pants so while you are technically safe you also feel every step i take and get thrown around a lot and feel kinda nervous about it*
Warm Hands
In which you’re slowly freezing to death, but find yourself rescued.
You’re absolutely freezing.
You’ve been wandering through the park for hours, trying to climb over the roots of trees and keep out of sight as you desperately try to find shelter and warmth. The temperature has dropped drastically, and while you’ve been able to find brief spots to hunker down, you know you’ll have to rely on a heated building to make it through the night, and the sun is quickly setting with none nearby. You’re able to make it through by hiding beside trees anytime the wind gets too bad, and you’ve made good progress so far.
Your luck’s just about run out though, your heart sinking as you watch thick snowflake clumps begin to descend from the sky. All it would take is two or three of them to drench you, and that’s the last thing you need right now. You’re already trembling in the cold as your tiny body struggles to keep you warm, and all you can do is watch as the snow quickly falls and begins to cover the ground. The nearest building is still so far away, and you know at this rate you wouldn’t make it dry. The risk of being wet and hit by a gust of wind is too high to consider moving anywhere else right now.
At this point, all you can do is dart to the closest tree and huddle in the roots, hoping that maybe it will be a short bit of snow, that it might not stick, or it won’t be too high if it does. All of these hopes are dashed, however, as the snow continues to fall, and you’re helpless to do anything but watch.
It begins to build up on the ground, and your trembling becomes full-on shaking as the cold nips at you more and more. You can’t feel your fingers or toes, and you’re now seriously concerned about frostbite.
As the snow covers the ground in white, your dark clothes begin to stick out a bit more as it piles up around you. All you can do now is curl up, close your eyes, and hope this isn’t the end for you.
It’s then that you hear it. The sound of footsteps effortlessly passing over the snow and thudding on the ground catches your attention rapidly, and your eyes are opened widely as you try to seek its source. Off in the distance, you see the massive shape of a human wandering through, their boots massive and perhaps slightly overkill for the weather from their perspective. They’re also wearing a thick trenchcoat, and you can’t help but envy their size and protection from the weather.
Part of you knows you’re not supposed to be seen, that doing so could be a death trap, but part of you also knows that this massive human could present a slim chance of survival if you get their attention. You’re conflicted, but you don’t have to think about it for real long before the decision is made for you.
The footsteps pause briefly, and you see their gaze shift. Slowly, the footsteps draw closer and closer, clearly headed in your direction now as the human sees you. You can tell they’re surprised, but past that you can’t see if it’s a positive or negative surprise. The thudding sounds are upon you now, and you look up to see curious eyes locked onto you.
“I didn’t think… could you be…?”
You watch them reach their fingers out toward you, and you instinctively recoil and crawl back as far as you can against the tree, using the last of your energy to do so. Watching them gasp as they realize you’re moving, you feel relief as their hand then pulls back.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you. I thought I’d heard rumors of tiny people, but I wasn’t sure if they were true or not.” You watch them shake their head. “That doesn’t matter, you need help.”
You can’t muster any kind of response, instead you continue to stare at them and wait to see what happens next. You watch and cry out softly, the only thing you can do, as they remove gloves from their large hands, reaching toward you to scoop your tiny, trembling body from the dirt and snow.
“Shh, come here, it’s okay.”
You know you should be absolutely terrified, that your fate is sealed, but the moment you feel the warmth of their skin, their massive fingers enveloping you, all of your worries are tossed aside as you immediately nestle against them, soaking up as much of that warmth as you can. You hear a soft chuckle as you’re gently wrapped up in those hands, their thumbs rubbing into you to heat you up more quickly.
“You’re not going to last out here much longer like this, I can take you somewhere warm and safe for the night so you don’t freeze to death.”
At this point, you have no energy to fight the elements on your own, so you just weakly nod your head and snuggle against their palms, greedily taking advantage of their offer.
“Okay, good, my place isn’t too far away from here.”
They stand to their feet, and you’re relieved they have you so secure in their hands, with no way to even try to look down. All you can pay attention to is their kind eyes as they watch you make yourself at home in their hands, a smile of wonder on their face.
“You’re gonna be alright, I’ve got you.”
You nod your head, feeling your hands and feet begin to warm back up. You’re still trembling, but at least you don’t have to worry about frostbite anymore. You’ll take the small victories for now and worry about the bigger problem later, when you’re not on death’s doorstep.
Despite the danger of the situation you’re in, you find yourself feeling more comfortable the longer you’re curled up in their hands, their thumbs softly massaging more warmth into you. It’s oddly soothing, despite coming from such a dangerous being. You're definitely not about to complain.
It’s a short walk back to their home, no more than another five or so minutes. By the time you arrive, the weather’s taken a turn for the worse, with strong winds and increased snowfall. You’re well aware that you would have perished if this human hadn’t seen you.
Thankfully, it’s not a concern anymore as they carefully scoot you into one hand briefly. You hear the sound of jangling keys, a door being unlocked and opened, then closed again. Immediately you feel warmth in the air and smell a hint of cinnamon and spice. You’re carefully rested onto a small table by the door, immediately curling in on the hard surface as you watch them take off their trench coat.
“Here we are, how are you holding up?”
You wave your hand in a ‘so-so’ gesture, still feeling cold but no longer freezing to death.
“Alright, well let’s get you out of that jacket then, that should make it easier to warm you up.”
You nod, shuddering as you slowly pull the sleeves of your own jacket off, tossing it in front of you. You shiver briefly, but you’re now much more exposed to the skin of their hands as they scoop you up, and you’re cupped in them once more.
You feel movement as they wander toward the living room, sitting down slowly on the couch and smiling softly at you. They start to gently rub their thumbs against you again, the tension in your tiny muscles begins to release, and you find yourself melting in their hands as the warmth seeps in.
“There we go, you’re gonna be alright.”
You nod your head, exhaustion taking hold of you as you’re lulled into a state of deep relaxation. Your eyes close, and you let yourself give into the urge to let go, to completely put your trust in the hands of this human. For some reason, you feel entirely safe with them, and with that in mind, you let yourself fall asleep.
Underrated G/T prompts (in my opinion)
Giants being scared of tinies. Don't get me wrong, I love reading stories where a tiny is terrified of a giant, but I have yet to see one where the roles are reversed. Maybe the tiny is some kind of powerful supernatural creature or is maybe a well-known giant slayer. Maybe the giant is just simply terrified of tinies the same way a human might be scared of a spider. Maybe the tiny even takes advantage of the fact that the giant is afraid of them and manipulates the giant. Idk, I just think it's a pretty cool concept haha.
Giants ripping off the roofs of buildings. Idk what it is, but this is one of my all-time favorite g/t scenarios and I get so excited each time I see it. Some tinies are in a building, maybe a house or something, and suddenly, the entire roof is ripped off at once and a gigantic looming face stares down at the people inside. Maybe the giant reaches in to grab some of the tinies as they try to run. Maybe the giant has been searching for one specific tiny and they've finally found them. Idk it's just a really fun concept.
G/t where neither character is human. In most g/t settings it's either giant/human or human/tiny. While I do love these (especially giant/human) I think it'd be interesting to see a scenario where neither character is human. For example, a giant and a mermaid. Or a robot and a tiny alien. Or a fairy and a werewolf.
Giants in cities. When I do see this trope, it's usually used when a giant is destroying a city. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind that stuff, but it gets kind of tiring seeing it only used that way. Give me a curious giant who stumbled across a human city, peeking inside the windows of buildings and picking up cars and some humans even. Maybe the humans are afraid and running, maybe they aren't, maybe they are even excited. Either way it's a pretty cool concept.
Tinies that aren't afraid to stand up to giants. Maybe the giant is the kind of patronizing giant that doesn't realize that constantly teasing and infantilizing the tiny annoys them, or maybe they are just straight up mean and have no regards whatsoever for the tiny. Meanwhile the tiny has just about had it, and puts their foot down, letting the giant know how they truly feel and just what they think of them. They've been holding their true feelings in for a while, and now it all comes pouring out. Maybe the giant is ashamed and listens, maybe they snap as well and shout at the tiny, maybe they simply don't care, looking down apathetically at the tiny.
I've got many more I like but these are a few. Maybe I'll make a part two.
I NEED unintentional fear play gt content INJECTED into my VEINS
Giant finds tiny and grabs them so they don't get away, and the tiny starts shaking a pleading not to he hurt, and the giant just has to try consoling them even though the tiny is scared out of their mind
Giant *yells* at a tiny, perhaps out of genuine anger, maybe even squeezing them by accident, and the tiny just starts crying, not knowing what to say or do, and the giant slowly realizes they took it to far and just just completely shift 180 into being soft and comforting, trying to fix their mistake
Giant thinks their being good and nice to the tiny since the tiny is going and agreeing with everything they say, but the tiny is actually scared out of their god damn mind, only going with the giant out of fear, which keeps building up until the tiny accidentally screams or runs away or does something that lets the giant know how scared they were, which just devastates them
AAHHHH I NEED!!!!!
late night thoughts so maybe incoherent but i had An Experience(tm) earlier today while reading a g/t story and i then thought about It for the rest of the day. the basic premise was a sort of bonding experience for mixed sized couples where the giant partner hunts down the smaller partner. it ended happily in actuality but i was still super anxious even after i put it down. the situation presented, at least for me, was MORTIFYING for some reason i couldn't place at first. it was basically just a game of hide and seek, it really probably wasn't supposed to be quite so terrifying to the reader, but for some reason it was for me. it was strange, because i'm typically completely fine with evil giants, fearplay scenarios, giants with malicious intent, and other stuff like that. its one of my favorite things to explore. i'm so... normalized, almost, to daydreaming about being around giants that they had almost completely lost all sense of fear factor for me, and it had started to even impact how i wrote initial reactions. because, yeah, if that were me, i think i've daydreamed enough to not really be afraid. i've practically run through every potential route i could take in reaction and dialogue that it felt almost as though i was prepared for it. being grabbed? well obviously i wouldnt try to escape because that would end up worse for me. being chased? running is a fools choice, hiding between something tight and relatively strong is a much better approach. but that removes any idea that you're going to be scared and irrational. ive daydreamed so often that ive forgotten what it's like to be scared again, and im so grateful that this story instilled that in me again. because i absolutely, 100%, would be scared.
suddenly, out of nowhere, there is no realistic way to approach this interaction with a giant without fear. pushing it down is an option, but honestly i'm too much of a wimp to manage that on the first try. this giant is so insurmountably larger than you that there is nothing you can do if they decide to harm you. when it's someone you know, hunting you down for sport, they catch you and tell you how amazing it all was? it makes my skin crawl. the way you are so easily reduced to prey for the sake of enjoyment is frightening. because for you, it wasn't fun, it wasn't filled with joy, no, it was filled with blood, sweat, and tears. the adrenaline clouds your judgement and perception of everything around you, making it ten times harder to navigate even if you're in familiar territory. any source of light blinds you, your pupils are so blown that you're simultaneously taking in too much visual stimuli and yet not enough, your body feels too free in it's movement and yet you do not ache, you're moving too fast and yet not fast enough, everything's racing to keep you alive and yet it isn't enough. you are fragile, you are by all means insignificant to the giant, and this blatant display of the sheer power difference only makes that ten times clearer. but at the same time, you are aware of the fact that you are not insignificant, in fact, you are so significant that you are being hunted, so you sprint on in a vast landscape knowing deep down that it will not be enough. then, suddenly, it's all over as you rise into sky on the worlds most awkward elevator. your breathing does not slow, your eyes struggle to adjust.
"let's do this again sometime," your giant says, disheveled in a completely different way. "that was exhilarating," they say, their pupils blown with their own gleeful adrenaline fueled by a prey drive. their clothing is a mess, covered in twigs and brambles and leaves. their hair is wild, poking out in strange directions, and their smile practically reaches from one ear to the other. they almost don't look like who you know them to be, and realizing that while in the state you're in just makes things worse. you know that there's a thrill in the hunt, but you hadn't expected it to get your giant quite this high. you remain silent for a second that feels too long and yet not long enough, as they slowly start to come down from just how wonderful they thought it was.
"is something wrong?" they ask, poking you with a finger. you flinch, but do not freeze. for some reason, you look up at them and crack an incredibly shaky smile, but you've successfully assured yourself that they can't tell because of the size difference.
"of course not." you reply, fawning. out of the four options, you aren't sure why that was the one you chose. you can't help but liken your situation to a deer being stared down by a wolf. in the end, your giant's endurance could far outlast yours forever. maybe if you agree to any terms, they won't do it to you again. "it was... fun," you practically force the words out, and your tongue recoils from the lie. your entire body begins to feel heavy. the adrenaline is wearing off, but the anxiety lingers. it's nauseating.
"are you sure?" you watch the peaks of their shoulders start to sag. their face morphs, eyes locked onto you. they run their empty hand through their hair in an attempt to regain their composure. it's for you, you know. you should really be more grateful.
"yes." you say, perhaps too quickly, or maybe not quickly enough. your giant narrows their eyes, scrutinizing you. you are miniscule, you are nothing genuinely meaningful to them, and now you have proof that your worst fears have been confirmed. because, really, none of your other friends were ever so excited by a game of hide and seek. it was filled with giggling, even when it got intense enough to warrant muddy war paint. but this... this was entirely different.
"it just... doesn't seem like you had fun." the statement stabs through you, and you blink slowly as though it will help you process the information. at first you assume it's some sort of insult, a dig at you to make you feel worse than you already do. but why would your giant do that to you? fingers approach you, the walls are closing in. hurry up and answer before they touch you. why aren't you answering them quickly enough? "it's okay." they say, offering you a small smile that ultimately does nothing. they're soft, pitiful. infuriating, isn't it? "did something happen while we were apart?" it's an innocent question, intended to maybe provide some source of comfort, but now you're being touched all over. it's too much it's too much it's too much IT'S-
"I want to go home." you say, trying to fold in on yourself. anything to get the fingers off. anything to regain any sense of normalcy you had before. your giant retreats slowly, stepping away from the spot of your breakdown, away from the place of your realization. somehow, you make it on a massive countertop. you're being scrutinized again. how relaxing.
"will you talk to me now?" your giant asks, and you finally notice that the anxiety has turned to a dull sense of numbness. you're cold, but not in a way that can be fixed with physical contact or a blanket. it's the sort of cold that reminds you that you are unfortunately alive and in an uncomfortable situation. you finally notice they've changed clothes, their face is warm with sorrow, it's almost unsettling how much they've switched up from before. "you were so quiet on the way here that I thought you might've fallen asleep." they remark softly, leaning closer to you. you refuse to meet eye contact, staring in the same direction you were staring in hours ago. the numbness will pass soon, hopefully, and then you can break down again. you can cry and cry and cry until all of the poison is out.
"do you see me as someone you care about?" your voice catches a few times, but you manage. you'll take anything at this point. desperation settled in somewhere around fifteen minutes ago and all you want is to stop being insignificant.
"of course i do." your giant smiles, and fortunately enough for you, it's genuine. their warmth slowly spreads to you. your eyes begin to well up with tears. it seems they've thawed you, if only a little. their small frown makes you want to stop. "did i scare you?" they ask, like it isn't obvious. like you haven't been coming down from an adrenaline high. a meek nod is all you're able to offer, throat still frozen and raw.
"i'm sorry." they offer, cupping their hands around you. it's much more welcome this time, and each gentle tickle thaws your numbness a little more.
"no." you reply before you can shut yourself up. this will only make things worse. you will only make things worse with your foolish thinking. your giant raises a massive eyebrow, and you can see their facial muscles work beneath their skin to accomplish such a feat. "me. i'm sorry."
"what would you-"
"i lied. that was awful." you cut them off, knowing that path only leads to unproductive places. finally, your eyes meet theirs, and you look at them without blinking. "i was only your prey during that game. i hated it." you say, and you look at them for a moment before knowing you have the right of way to continue. "it reminded me of how little i really am to you." you meant it both ways. you were physically and emotionally small to them. almost enough to be completely worthless. unless you were something to hunt, of course.
"okay." they breathe out a sigh, seemingly one of relief with the way their face melts. one singular finger strokes your back, and tears gush down your face. "i won't do that again. not ever." you look at them. you know that to them, it's a sacrifice just for you.
to you, it means everything.
here's where to find it on windows 10
Ugh, it was in mine. It's off now.
IT GETS WORSE
I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.
LOBOTOMIZE YOUR MACHINES
AI is a freacking plague, I share this for any windows user.
damn there really isn’t a lot of sfw/comforting lesbian g/t stuff
kinda grim
seems like the starvation continues no matter what for the lesbian life
The idea of borrowers losing their sense of purpose once they’re found by a loving human who takes care of them and provides them with all their needs. They initially planned on spending their whole life scavenging, hiding, rationing, rebuilding old harnesses, deciding what scraps they need to get the next day, etc. Now that they have big warm hands to sleep in and five course meals for a person their size, they don’t know what to DO. The concept of spending time on their hobby, watching a TV show, reading… learning, finding passion, is alien to them. It’s an existential crisis waiting to happen. What is a borrower if not borrowing?
thinking about the intimacy of being in a jacket/sweater pocket.
chest pockets are great, don’t get me wrong. heartbeat, the rumble of a voice, being able to pop ur head out and still be part of the conversation? 10/10
but the lower pockets have a level of isolation that make is SO personal. nobody knows you’re there except the person who’s pocket ur in. you can’t chime in on the conversation from down there. you’re essentially removed from the room. you’re an observer, who can’t even observe properly bc all you see is fabric, and maybe a hand.
it’s pure intimacy, because you’re putting all you’re trust in the giant to manage the situation and keep you safe. even when you’re not accounted for by most of the room, there is one person hyper aware of your location.
reverence in g/t the thought of a tiny being, a tiny person you can talk to and form a connection with, all the features of a person on a miniature scale, you can hold them in your hands... it must be so magical. and on the flipside, the majesty of a giant, the power behind each of their movements. awe-inspiring that a being could be that huge... and a bit intimidating. like a force of nature come to life.
both sizes worthy of being admired. the adorableness of a tiny, the beauty of a giant. both worthy of being called works of art in their own right.
i think if a giant were to lock tiny me in a hamster cage, for whatever reason, i would be offended and indignant about it. like obviously. but also obviously, once they’re gone, you bet i’m gonna try out the hamster wheel. like just once. i know this whole thing is beneath me as a proper borrower, and i should not engage with any hamster items around me. but. c’mon. just one lap won’t hurt. like just to try it.
“There you are.”
I love this sentence in G/t fearplay. It captures the finality of an encounter in such a terror-inducing way, especially depending on the tone being used. Maliciously, teasingly, playfully, excitedly, either way it’s the worst thing for a scared tiny to hear. They’ve been seen, found, caught, trapped, and it’s that sentence that creates that heart-sinking feeling for them, that lets them know their hopes of escape have been foiled. This is it, they don’t know what happens next, but they know their safety isn’t guaranteed. No more running, no more hiding.
And then, of course, there are the gentle ways it can be said. A relieved giant after locating their missing tiny friend, a comforting giant finding their tiny crying and carefully gathering them up in their hands to console them, or excitement upon a reunion or friendly fist encounter. It still causes that adrenaline rush, but not because the tiny fears for their life, even if they still might not have wanted to be found.
So many ways to apply it, and depending on the scenario, I always get that feeling of excitement or adrenaline myself when I read it because an encounter is imminent at that point.
FURIOUSLY NODDING
“There you are, little one”
“I found you~.”
“I’ve got you”
Any of those little quips are so so powerful-especially depending on context YES. A tiny body cowering, overwhelmed, terrified, all responding to those words in different ways. Responding to the way they shake their bones, to how they rumble in their skull. UghhHhhHHHHH yes.
June 26, 2014
What the heck! As of this reblog, this comic has 21 notes. Apparently a little reblog chain happened, but I don’t really remember noticing. Much higher numbers than my usual 0 or 1. My first taste of success, and I totally missed it!
honestly, if I had a comic take off I wouldn’t mind this one. I still like the joke.
I NEED unintentional fear play gt content INJECTED into my VEINS
Giant finds tiny and grabs them so they don't get away, and the tiny starts shaking a pleading not to he hurt, and the giant just has to try consoling them even though the tiny is scared out of their mind
Giant *yells* at a tiny, perhaps out of genuine anger, maybe even squeezing them by accident, and the tiny just starts crying, not knowing what to say or do, and the giant slowly realizes they took it to far and just just completely shift 180 into being soft and comforting, trying to fix their mistake
Giant thinks their being good and nice to the tiny since the tiny is going and agreeing with everything they say, but the tiny is actually scared out of their god damn mind, only going with the giant out of fear, which keeps building up until the tiny accidentally screams or runs away or does something that lets the giant know how scared they were, which just devastates them
AAHHHH I NEED!!!!!
