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How to make new friends!!
It’s that time of year again, I have once again made an unofficial prompt list for g/t July. Feel free to tag me if you use this list starting July first!
just been daydreaming about a world where tinies are the primary actors in modern day to create lower budget films
-cheaper transportation from filming location to filming location
-less costs for props and background creation/setup
-cheaper costs for costuming fabrics resulting in much higher quality and more extravagant costumes
-think of the adorable lunches the big producers/camera folk set up for them. huge feasts of fruit and pastries that are specially cubed for easier munching from the tiny crew
TINY ACTORS AND ACTRESSES AHHHHH
Tiny Actor and Giant Fans
Remember how big electronics used to be?
NEW PEAK G/T animated pilot teaser just dropped
Please help this creator gain traction!!! We need this win for the gt community and their animations are so amazing!!!!
Animal G/T planet part 2 | part 1
And with that we finished the documentary. As we saw, Kevin's life is filled with unexpected happenings. He has to be aware! Or baseball balls will fly to his face
It was so satisfying to do this comic, I am happy that you guys also liked the idea of the documentary lol. It was such a random though that I had the need to draw and seeing the response of you peps made me so glad! Thank you very much <3
I WANT TO START A REBLOG CHALLENGE :D
☆ What was the first g/t story you read?
☆ What was the last story you read?
☆ What are your favorite novels you've read?
☆ Tag your friends or cool people on Tumblr
I'll start:
☆ My first piece was by @misamy-art (I saw it on Tumblr and it gave me a whole new lease on life, espero que no te moleste que te etiquete); her story, titled “Friendly,” was my first g/t work and my introduction to g/t. It was a revelation to me and practically a glimpse into a whole new world at my tender age of nine.
☆ A really nice Supernatural fanfic that I think was called “Quiet as a Mouse”—and honestly, I loved it so much (I’ve noticed there are a lot of Supernatural fanfics; maybe I’ll check out the show)
☆ Oh, I’d have to say the works by Ilovegt (Trevor and Bennett) and those by showrunnerihardlyknowher (especially the ones featuring baby Jacob) and also beyond the beanstalk by Yippeesizedgoeshard.
Those are the ones I’ve consumed the most since I rejoined the g/t community.
☆ @ilovegt @idophotosynthesis @gtbutterfly @ven1segt @chaosofoximodius @joojiana @yell0yt-gt @gtlurker @yippeesizedifgohard @omyrahwrites
(I feel like I tagged too many people; I hope I'm not bothering anyone with this :c)
Hi! Thanks for tagging me, I guess I’ll start things off,
* What was the first g/t story you read?
I dunno, as a kid definitely Jack and the beanstalk, which is the most common one. As part of the gt community though, I read a lot of stories on wattpad before I knew tumblr was a thing, I couldn’t name specific’s though, since it was so long ago.
* What was the last story you read?
Probably not the last but a recent one I read is the forest guardian by @purplemusingsgt! It’s still going and it’s one of the few stories I’ve seen with a sfw female giant. It’s really good and underrated and I recommend it.
* What are your favorite novels you've read?
In terms of books I mainly read comics, marvel and such. Sometimes when I wanna read a classic novel I find a comic adaptation of it, like how I read Frankenstein and 1984. It’s been a bit of a while since I read a normal book, but I liked story theives by James Riley, Romeo and/or Juliet by Ryan north (though it has illustrations and is more of a choose your own adventure book) and though it’s not a story novel, I’ve been reading the animation survivals guide by Richard’s Williams to self learn animation. In terms of gt I’ve read mistress mashams repose by th white, which is an old gt book from like the 1940s. It’s pretty good.
* Tag your friends or cool people on Tumblr
Uh there’s a lot of people that were already tagged that are my friends since me and Colleen are mutuals. I already tagged @purplemusingsgt since I mentioned their story. Other cool people I like are
@diegogtratty, @so-very-small @friendlyfoxpal @kix-mm @jules-secret-borrower @gt-daboss @afraidparade @lilegite @jules-secret-borrower
(Sorry if I’m bothering anyone by tagging them)
Idea for later, but long ass prompt coming up
Two siblings grow up together in a giant hunting creed. They're trained and conditioned from childhood to hunt down and kill giants, not given any other choice. Giant hunting is all they know, the pain of training physically everyday, the horror of giants told to them in stories by the leaders of the creed, telling them why they must hate and kill these massive beings.
One day, they grow up and officially become giants hunters. The older one goes on to become an infamous giant slayer, killing the most powerful and strongest of giants in the land. The younger one is more hesitant and frightful thanks to the stories told to them, and they never end up killing one. Frustrated with him, the creed sends him to kill a giant by himself, telling him he will succeed, and slay the beast, fail, and perish, or refuse to slay it, and be abandoned by the creed and everything they've ever known. (Or killed by the creed, if you wanna make them really evil)
So after weeks of the younger sibling not returning, the creed decides to send the older giant slayer to the giant their sibling was sent to. The sibling goes there, believing their kin to be dead at the giants hands, ready to get revenge...
Only for their sibling to still be alive. Instead of killing them, the giant took pity on how the younger one was raised and took care of them itself, being the first person to show the younger sibling genuine compassion. The older sibling, however, is confused by this, and refuses to accept it. They attack the giant, causing the younger sibling to fight back. And they get into a fight, and they yell at each other, and there's so much angst, and eventually they understand each other and GOD I NEED TO MAKE THIS
Today is my birthday!
Uhh send me asks about my ocs pls
Can I give Emil/Amber a hug? I feel bad for them
Amber would usually never dare touch another person, but when it’s dim and Victor isn’t around to cause the human stress, Amber would not struggle if lifted, even getting comfortable in your arms.
He might cry a little when he realizes just how much he has missed this.
If I could shrink at will, I would carry around a backpack with a small light and blankets and snacks and maybe small books or something, and whenever I feel overwhelmed or tired or whatever I’d just go into the bag and rest for as long as I wanted to alone. And if someone stole the bag I’d grow back and beat them
Friendly reminder that if you ask about my OCs, you are actually doing me a huge favor.
You are:
Letting me know that my character/fic is important to you, which is so very important to me.
Making me think deeper about my character and therefore expanding his/her personality or backstory.
Making me think about my character which helps me to overcome writer’s block.
Encouraging me in my writing (which, let’s be honest, it’s a battle)
Letting me know that I am seen and that I’m not doing this for nothing.
So thank you, and don’t ever feel like you are wasting my time by asking me anything about anything.
This has been a PSA.
Reblog if you don't use Generative AI to write fanfics/original fics or to create fanart/original art.
The Witch's servant (1/3?)
I'm finally back! I've finally finished the first part of a (probably) 3 part story I thought of. I wanted to make a one-off to get back into writing but the best I could do was a 3 parter. I hope you enjoy! criticism is appreciated!
CW: Angst, fearplay, body parts stored in jars for potions, cat attack, threats, technically kidnapping.
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“Well well well…”
The witch loomed over the broken glass and liquid on the floor of her shop. Her eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the room. She glared downwards at a small humanoid figure at her boots, no more than 4 inches tall, soaked in the purple liquid that was once stored in the bottle that lay broken on the ground. The tiny person held their head, confused, before slowly looking upward at the massive witch towering before them. They let out a yelp before trying to run, struggling to get on their feet due to the liquid on the ground. The witch bent down and grabbed the intruder, holding them in a tight, restraining grip before bringing them up to her face.
“It seems a little thief has broken into my shop,” the witch said, coldly. Her grip tightened over the shrunken intruder, causing them to strain a bit.
“Pl-please! I’m sorry,” the thief said, forced to face the witches' frowning face with her glowing yellow eyes. “It…it's not what it looks like…”
“It looks like you were attempting to steal my wares, and you accidentally spilled a shrinking potion on yourself. Am I wrong?” the witch asked.
“Well…n-no…but-”
“Pathetic. Truly pathetic.” the witch said, interrupting the thief whose life was in her fist. “How often do you think a fool who wrongs a magic user ends up cursing themselves instead of the magic user cursing them as punishment? I don’t even know what to do with you now…” the witches grip tightened again. The thief panicked.
“I-I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t want to! Please don’t hurt me, Please. I don’t want to die!” the thief pleaded for his life.
“People who don’t want to die usually know better than to steal from witches!” the witch exclaimed, causing the thief to jump at her sudden raise in voice. “That was the only shrinking potion I had. Do you know how rare and expensive the ingredients to size changing potions are? I don’t even have a growth potion, so I couldn’t change you back if I wanted to!”
“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I…I didn’t even know what it was…” the thief said, tears in his eyes. “I didn’t want to do this, I-”
“I don’t care what your reasons are. You are going to stay here until you pay off the price of the damage you’ve caused. That includes the shrinking potion, and the price of a growth potion, if I decide to change you back. Do you understand?” the witch asked, staring daggers at the human trying not to cry in her hand.
“y-yes…I-I understand, just…please don’t hurt me ... .please…I’m sorry…” the thief said, closing their eyes in fear. The witch stared at him for a second before sighing and carrying him somewhere. She went to an empty bird cage that hung near the back of the shop, and dropped him inside. The thief fell against the hard metal floor of the cage, landing on his arm. He looked up at the witch through the bars, who was still looking at him cold and angry.
“You're pathetic.” the witch said. Before walking away to whatever room she was in before the thief was caught. The shrunken human laid on the cold metal floor of the cage, hugging his legs as he started to cry himself to sleep.
The sun rose the next morning, light came in through the windows of the shop and seeped through the bottles stored on the shelves and tables everywhere. The captured thief woke up to the feeling of heat hitting his skin. It felt nice, having spent all night on the cold metal floor of the cage. He stood up, yawning and rubbing his head. He looked down, remembering the night before and what had happened to him. He looked at himself, at how much smaller he was now. He didn’t feel any different at that moment, though he remembered feeling sore and tingly the night before. He looked past the bars of the cage he was in at the witches shop. He hadn’t gotten too good of a look at it before since it was so dark.there were small round windows that let light in and tall shelves against the wall lined with potions. There were tables with bottles organized on them as well, with labeling in front of the potions for the customers. The one he had bumped into still had broken glass under it from when he broke the shrinking potion. He sighed and put his head on his knees. He sat there in sadness for a minute or two, before he flinched to the sound of footsteps coming from the back room.
Its her,
The witch stepped into the front room of the shop, glaring at the bird cage her tiny captive was in. The thief saw her clearly for the first time out of the darkness. She was pale, with pasty smooth skin and black, almost greyish long hair. Her eyes were yellow, though no longer seemed to glow out of the dark. She had a dark gown with buttons and a long skirt and sleeves. She wore a hat with a tip which pointed downwards over a large brim, which kept her face still covered in shadow. She approached the cage with a neutral expression.
“Good morning, thief.” she said in the same calmly cruel tone she had the night before. “How was your rest?” she asked, sarcastically.
“I- it was…”
“Shut it.” the witch said, not letting him finish. “First things first, what is your name, thief? I need to know what to call you,” she asked,
“....my name…?” the shrunken thief said, pointing to himself, “Devon…my names Devon,”
“Devon,” the witch repeated the name back to her captive with a level of spite. “Today is the first day you will be working off your debt. You will remain here acting as my assistant until you have paid off the price of the damages you have done. Thats…” she looked down and opened a pricing book, “300 sovereigns for the shrinking potion you knocked over, and 700 for the growth potion, if I choose to turn you back,” she said, putting the book down on a nearby table. “That's 500 for the potion itself and 200 for the gathering of ingredients and brewing labor. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes. Yes ma’am…” Devon said quickly, not wanting to anger the witch any further.
“Hmph,” the witch said to herself, undoing the latch on the bird cage and reaching her hand inside. Devon backed away a bit before being suddenly grabbed without permission by the witch. She held him tightly in her fist again, not so much to the point where it was painful, but where it was still uncomfortable for Devon. He tried not to squirm so the witch would be frustrated at him. He looked down at the floor, which was stories below him from his perspective. He shook in fear, both from fear of falling and of the witch. The witch didn’t acknowledge his fear. She brought him to the back room where she stayed and dropped him onto a table that was littered with ingredients. Devon only fell a few inches, or a few feet from his perspective, but the sudden drop was still shocking to him.
“Devon,” the witch said, causing him to quickly look up at her. “As my assistant, you will have to get me ingredients while I’m brewing my potions. Everything on this table should be labeled. Memorize them.” the witch said coldly before walking away. “I am going to clean up the mess you made last night. Try to leave, try anything, and you will regret it.” she said, grabbing a broom by the doorway and walking out.
“Y-yes ma’am,” Devon said as the witch left, “th-thank you…ma’am….” he said before sighing after she left. He left some relief not being in her massive presence. He turned towards the potion ingredients behind him. They were in jars, bowls, bottles and other containers. Some of them were animal parts, some were bits of plants plucked off or grounded up. Some were wet, some were dry. Some seemed like cooking spices, others Devon had never seen or heard of before.
Well, I definitely won’t be able to escape from here any time soon… Devon thought to himself, might as well do what she says and hope this witch has some mercy on me,
He began walking around the table, reading the names of the jars and containers of ingredients and trying to remember their looks. Some were easy, apple seeds, lizard skin, daisy petals, pepper, literally just kitchen seasoning pepper. Some were more off putting to Devon, like cursed plants that seemed to glow, or ooze that smelled bad, small animal bones, or any human parts that were there. There was a jar of hair, a tiny bottle labeled “tears of the innocent,” a storage container of blood that Devon really hoped was either donated to the witch with consent, and a large jar filled with water and eyes. It didn’t say what species or who the eyes were, they were just eyes. Eyes floating in liquid, varying in size and color. Some of the eyes were the size of Devon's head. Some were bigger. Devon couldn’t help but stare at the eye jar, despite being disturbed by it. It seemed like the eyes in it were looking at him, or at the very least were facing him. It was weird. He stared at the eyes until he heard a sound from somewhere off the table. He looked at the door the witch left through. She hadn’t come back yet, so it wasn’t her. The sound was light, barely noticeable. Devon kept walking around the table. He tried focusing on the potion ingredients and the labels, trying to memorize them. He knew if he didn’t, the witch would be upset with him, and gods only know what she would do. But as he kept roaming the table, reading labels and repulsing at the sight of what was in the jars, Devon kept hearing the slightest movement around him. He kept turning his head trying to see whatever it was, but he never saw it. He tried ignoring it,
It's probably just my thoughts playing tricks on me from the stress of everything, he thought. He took a deep breath as everything seemed silent again. Relaxed, he turned his head.
“Hiss!”
A black cat came out of nowhere, pouncing on the shrunken human. Devon screamed as he was knocked backwards by the cat's paws and pinned to the ground. It was extremely fast and overwhelming. The cat hissed more, showing its sharp teeth to the tiny that was trapped under it. Devon squirmed in between the cat's claws, desperately trying to get free as its sharp teeth got closer to his face. He closed his eyes and braced himself to be eaten.
“Klaus, No!” a voice spoke out from above. It was the witch, stepping into the room with a shocked expression as she stepped towards the animal. The cat let go of Devon just as the Witch picked him up by his scruff, tossing him aside to scold.
“You are not to touch this human without my expressed word to do so! He is my captive!” the witch yelled at her pet as it hung its head low in shame. “If you are to lay a scratch on him, you will be no more than a stray to me! Do you understand?”
The cat whined and ran off. Meanwhile Devon cowered, looking up at the witch which was yelling over him. Her voice boomed in his lungs and rang in his ears. She seemed more angry at the cat for harming him than she did towards him the night before. After verbally assaulting her pet, The witch then turned her attention towards Devon, the tiny thief that cowered at her feet, covered in sweat and cat spit and such. She glared down at him before bending down towards her shrunken captive, still looming far above him. Devon had a pit in his lungs as the witch looked down at him, but her expression seemed different now. Worried, sorry even.
“Devon…did my wretched Klaus hurt you? Are you bleeding anywhere?” The witch asked with genuine concern. Devon didn’t know what to make of it, if it was the witch playing a trick on him or his own mind. Still , he answered anyway.
“n-no…I- I’m okay,” he said, sitting up and trying to catch his breath.
“You’re sure? No wounds, no bite marks, no bumps or bone breakage?” the witch asked, carefully examining the tiny before her.
“No, none that I can tell,” Devon said, looking down.
“Good.” the witch said with a sigh of relief as she closed her eyes. When she opened them, her face seemed to return to the state of stern indifference she had before. Devon swallowed the saliva in his mouth.
“Um…” the thief rubbed the back of his neck, “thank you…for saving me from your cat,”
The witch looked down at Devon once more, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Something fell in Devon's stomach.
“There is no need to thank me, small thing. I’m simply protecting my property.” The witch said starkly, before lowering her hand over the tiny and picking him up. Devon didn't squirm or try to escape. Her grip was tight, but not painful. Her hand was warm, but also imprisoning. She stood up with her thief in her hand, holding her to her stern face, before her yellow eyes. “For as long as you are in my debt, no harm will come to you.” the witch said, “...except from my hand. Do you understand?” she asked.
“Y-yes…yes ma’am,” Devon answered, intimidated.
“Good.” the witch said, her expression lightening just a bit. “You will be safe, as long as you belong to me, my assistant.”
You know what? Fuckit. I'm doing a G/t reblog game!
Tag yourself with: - Your name and basic information (that you're comfortable sharing) - Your IRL height (if you're comfortable with sharing that. - Your ideal G/t height - How long you've been a G/t fan - What you like to see in G/t content - What you don't like to see in G/t content - What G/t size ratio you prefer - Your favorite official G/t media - What OCs/projects you have, if any - What franchise/piece of media you want to see more G/t fan content of - Tag your Tumblr G/t friends! - Tag some Tumblr G/t people you like (aside from your friends)! I'll start: - Alan, he/him, 18 y/o, male pref. bisexual + homoromantic, AuDHD - 6'3" and counting - 3 inches (tiny) - Almost 4 years at this point - I love fluff, lots of fluff. I also really like fearplay too. Casual, slice of life G/t scenarios are also really cute too! I prefer more animalistic tiny/borrower designs, I just find them cooler than just "normal human but tiny". And of course, I'm a sucker for pretty giant men. ❤️ - I avoid fetish content like the plague. Whenever I see someone who posts that sort of stuff, I block them (unless they fascinate me, in which case I keep them unblocked out of sheer curiosity). Also, I tend to avoid stuff labelled Macro/micro, as that's normally the term used for NSFW G/t. I also really don't like cruel giants, that stuff just makes me sad. - 1:24 works best for me. Borrowers being 3 inches tall, giants being over 100 feet tall. - I must consume every piece of Borrowers media out there. Also kaiju if that counts. - I haven't really made any G/t OCs, but I have been working on fan characters that are G/t. I've also been working on a Vocaloid Borrower AU called Oliver in the Walls (or Oliwall for short, thanks Spinny for coming up with that name), and I've also made a Giant!Utatane Piko x Reader fanfic that I hope to continue. - WE NEED MORE OMORI G/T AND VOCALOID G/T AND WE NEED IT NOW. Tumblr friends (you don't have to partake if you don't want to, but you can if you do): @immemes72 , @spinnymcwinny G/tblr people I like: @deathdestructiondoom , @cyanophen , @underyour-floorboards , @omyrahwrites
Hi guys I'm gonna do this because umm it seemed fun and I was tagged yaaaay
- Soma, she/her, 16 y/o, lesbian, AuDHD !!!
- 5'6. BORING!!! Too average smh.
- I like the idea of being either a giant or tiny, so I think my ideal giant height (though I would prefer to be a human with a tiny companion) would be somewhere around 100–150 ft or so? And if I were tiny. Probably 3 inches.
- literally my entire life LMAO. I read a Jack And The Beanstalk book at like 5 and it was all downhill from there man.
- fluff, obviously. Everyone loves fluff. And some fear play is always good!!! Also I really like borrowers :P and I will always eat up anything where the giant feels guilty in any way. Like if the tiny gets hurt and the giant blames themselves? I am eating that shit UP.
- I mean I kinda like anything, but I'm not usually too much of a fan of language barriers. Also I agree. Cruel giants make me sad. I've mentioned this before, but it's so hard for me to make cruel giants.
- I kinda like anything, but I think if the tiny is like finger-sized then that's peak. Minigiants have kinda been growing on me though. Not including those, I like 2-4 inch tinies (1 inch is alright, but a little extreme) and 100-200 ft tall giants.
- not all that well known in the g/t community, but Sugar Apple Fairy Tale is pretty good. The romance is REALLY boring, but the g/t is cute. Hilda is another good one, but g/t is a little less prominent
- oh goodness. I have so many g/t ocs I couldn't even begin to name them all. My main ones that I've talked about on here though are Vivi + Oli. Shoutout to borrower x princess. I've also posted a drawing of Nerine + Mayari, but it's old and kinda bad.
- Heaven Official's Blessing. Please.
- unfortunately, none of my friends use tumblr, and even if they did, they do not know about g/t 🥲🥲
- these are cool g/tblur people tho !
@gtlurker @ieatbladesofgrass @gtloverandsquarecubelawhater @yell0yt-gt @soleinne
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE MENTION (LOVE YOUR STUFF)
Hello
— I’m Yello, he/him preferred, Autism, 15 (ik shocker), straight as a line and as single as one could be :(
— 5’10” (177.8 cm)
— 6 inches (15.2 cm)
— I’ve been g/t fan since back in mid-2023 when I watched pinkacolla’s content for the first time and loved it
— I love seeing giant women (NOT THE FREAKY WAY YOU DUMB FUCKS) as i feel it could lead to more fluff scenarios but i really love sizeshifter x human/tiny, holy shit its the best.
— I hate seeing sexualized giants in g/t media (in or out the community) and furry giants (NO HATE TO ANY FURRIES BTW)(and i mean full furry, no half human-half animal hybrids count) OH AND THE DUMB MACRO/MICRO TAGS, oh and anything fetish
— I don’t really care but i feel 1:12 (or 1:15) as a tiny to giant ratio is pretty good
— Has to be one of these three (all are pretty good), Secret Life of Arriety, Monsters vs. Aliens, and A Bee Movie
— You already know I got (human and giant) Ray and Raegan, Amelio and Amy (both of these pairs being Genderbend Giants), and Jett and Sakura
— Splatoon g/t. ESPECIALLY ART, and also Persona and Sonic g/t
— G/T TUMBLR FRIENDS: @kruczybieg, @joojiana, @unevenevan, @ilovegt, @gtbutterfly
— (wish i could mention these people again) BUT COOL G/T PEOPLE: @ratcatcher0325, @tea-potato-gt, @guaxinimraccoon, @misamy-art, @isumietokyo, @pipinpali, @afraidparade
Hey! Thanks for tagging me!
- Your name and basic information (that you're comfortable sharing)
I’m gtbutterfly (long name, I know,) I write and draw gt stuff sometimes. I have a main art account that isn’t gt related but my gt account is completely separate from it.
- Your IRL height (if you're comfortable with sharing that.
6’0
- Your ideal G/t height
4 inches, or normal human sized but around giants
- How long you've been a G/t fan
I’d say since like 2021. I first got into it when I found friendly fox pal on deviant art.
- What you like to see in G/t content
I like fearplay, angst, hurt comfort, things like that. I also think chill fluff is very fun. I usually prefer female giants, and I like when the tiny is comforted after being scared. Misunderstandings, accidental fearplay, stuff like that,
- What you don't like to see in G/t content
Hard to say, I guess there’s the pet trope when it’s portrayed as a good thing, like the giant owning the tiny is completely fine. That’s really bad and also fumbles all the drama you could get from it. I don’t really have a problem with suggestive content, but it’s so over saturated when looking for art and stories, especially with female giants when you just want normal stories with fearplay and fluff. And the giants in that kind of content are usually really cruel, which I don’t really like.
- What G/t size ratio you prefer
I don’t know, I love giant and human and human and borrower about the same.
- Your favorite official G/t media
The Godzilla movies? Do those count? In all seriousness, when I was a kid I liked trolls, so maybe that? Other than that not much comes to mind in terms of explicitly gt media I like. Shame,
- What OCs/projects you have, if any
There’s Jen and Gabby, the story I wrote about two borrower siblings being separated. It’s technically complete but I sorta maybe wanna bring the characters back, maybe in a new story or maybe as just like normal ocs that are in one shots and stuff. There’s also Quincy and the forest giant, which is about a kid named Quincy being taken by a lab made giant in the forest that works for an evil corporation against her will. That isn’t finished but I will finish it as soon as I thing of an ending.
- What franchise/piece of media you want to see more G/t fan content of
Wario ware gamer mini game but 9volt is tiny.
- Tag your Tumblr G/t friends!
Shout out to @gt-daboss @joojiana @gtlurker @chiisanakurisu and of course @yell0yt-gt (the person who @ed me)
- Tag some Tumblr G/t people you like (aside from your friends)!
@smolghostbot @friendlyfoxpal @afraidparade @giantologist @altairasart @lilegite are a few that I’m a fan of!
The Forest Guardian: Chapter 5
It was well-known that no one has ever entered the deadly forest and come out alive. For years, rumors surrounded the woods, rumors of horrifying creatures and gruesome deaths. When Jack is exiled to the forest for a crime he didn't commit, he is promised one thing: “You won't last long enough to suffer.”
In fact, Jack doesn't expect to last the night.
The last thing he expects is to find a new home.
Garda
Previous Chapter
Jack turned around and scrambled backwards, any plea for mercy dying in his throat when he saw the full size of the giantess looking down at him. The footprints should have been a good enough hint, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing her up close. With broad shoulders, arms big enough to lift trees, and hands large enough to crush him, it was no wonder the rest of the forest feared her. He doubted his knife could even pierce her thick, dark skin, or if she would even feel anything if it did. He felt like nothing more than a doll lying beneath her, and he didn't doubt that she could effortlessly pull him apart like one.