Size is a Construct

G/t is a good aesthetic and I should write more of it. Semi-participated in Whumptober 2019. I try to tag everything, so let me know if you need anything tagged or if I miss something.

[giantseverywhere]

Guys we always talk about Tinies who leans into the Giant's touch, like when they are gently brushing the tip of their finger on the Tiny's cheek

...BUT WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHEN IT'S THE GIANT WHO LEANS INTO THE TINY'S TOUCH.

Cuz WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IMPOSSIBLY GIGANTIC BEING IS LEANING INTO THE TINY'S TOUCH. THEIR TINY HAND ON THE GIANT'S CHEEK.

And the Giant just- MELTS.

[doglets-deactivated20140515]

we’ll we’ll we’ll if it isn’t autocorrect

[lillagrim]

Holding my monster boyfriend’s hand.

[so-very-small]

[averagegtenjoyer]

Being loomed over. Receiving little flirty comments from someone a hundred times your size. Your difference in size and power is nearly indescribable - you can barely comprehend how large they must be even as you look at them. Their voice comes out as a low rumble, their body moving slower than normal due to the dilation of time caused by their size (or, perhaps, your size), and as their hand reaches down towards you impossibly slowly, you still cant escape it, in all of its vastness. A finger taller than you are poking you in the stomach and causing you to nearly topple over. The larger is on another plane of existence, in a way. But as they look down at you with such infatuation, regardless of your survival instinct telling you to run, your pounding heart, and your trembling form, you feel oddly safe. Its nice to be doted on a little. To be observed by eyes larger than your torso. To be treated gently by something that could crush you like a bug. To be loved by something beyond comprehension. Erm. Yeah.

[paracosmic-gt]

Free to use G/T emojis inspired by the blursed emojis used in all my discord servers. For when you're feeling smol and when you're feeling tol. They're a bit crusty but it'll be small anyway 😉

Credit isn't needed, but if you do use them or add them to your server, it would be really nice to see. I wanna feel like I did or made something for the community that everyone can enjoy and use together.

If you have any ideas for other simple g/t emojis, send them in the ask box. I can do vore, but please keep it sfw.

[so-very-small]

It really won’t hurt anything.

The plate of cookies is right there, on the coffee table. They smell like almond and icing. Next to it is a glass of milk, the beads of condensation shining from the light of the tree.

So I go for it. Cookies for Santa are meant to be eaten, and if not me, then it’ll be the parents. I slip out of a crack in the walls, taking a quick glance to make sure the coast is clear, before darting across the room and scaling the table.

The cookies are almond, and they are so worth it.

I sit down in the glow of the lights from the tree, taking nibbles off a hunk of cookie the size of my head. It’s nice. A Christmas gift to myself. It’s utterly serene, until the overhead lights flick on.

Fight or flight, cookie falls from hand, rising to feet, scout quickest escape route-

“Santa?”

The small word makes me stop in my tracks. Glancing up, in the doorway is the smaller of the human’s little ones. Her pajamas are rumpled, hair in a hurricane, but her eyes shine brighter than all the trees lights combined.

“Santa!” she says, in a half whisper, moving just a step closer.

And I could run. It would be very, very easy.

Alas.

It’s Christmas.

“You’re supposed to be asleep!” I say, demeanor shifting instantly. I wag a finger lightly. “It’s far past your bedtime, Casey!”

At the drop of her name (overheard many times by playing siblings and fussing parents), her eyes go wide as saucers. She bounces a little on her feet, still too nervous to come close, and I can’t help but smile.

“It really is you!” she exclaims, “Did you bring my bear? Why are you so small? Aren’t the elves supposed to be small?”

I lift up a hand, silencing her excited rambles.

“Don’t be silly, the elves are the tall ones! They have to be big, to make all the toys and games and surprises! And I have to be small, so I can look at the presents re-e-eal close to make sure they’re perfect.”

I step closer, sliding my borrowing bag off my shoulder, lifting it up. I’m so glad I dyed the cloth with raspberries, the bright red helping with my new identity.

“I come down chimnies, but you don’t have a fireplace. I’m small so I can slip in through the keyhole! I keep all the presents in my bag, here, and I grow them big when I’ve set them under the tree.”

Casey nods along with every word, the beaming grin on her face never faltering. I chuckle, shouldering my bag once more.

“But, my magic won’t work if anyone’s watching,” I say, “Go to sleep, Casey, and you can look for that bear in the morning.”

She needs no further prompt, and she races off to bed. I take a second to breathe, and then I take a big crumb of cookie, and then I go home.

When the family opens presents in the morning, I stay by the crack in the walls and listen.

Casey gets her teddy bear.

[becdecorbin]

extreme size difference couples with one partner being too big to fit in a normal double bed and even then sinking into it and their partner slides next to them

ahahahaha

haha. I find that stuff super cute

is this a “draw the squad” thing? heck I’d like to see stuff like this. size difference is Great

[fattyatomicmutant]

Solution is the little one sleeps on top of the big one!

[becdecorbin]

you know what? that works.

[so-very-small]

“Does it get easier?”

“Oh, gods no.”

The Elder taps their cigarette, dried tea leaves wrapped in a sliver of a leaf. Minuscule ashes fall off, resting on the windowsill before the wind topples them off the edge.

The Elder is scarred, long thinning hair falling down to cover their missing eye. A cane fashioned from a knitting needle rests in their lap, and their wrinkles crease as they exhale the smoke from their pursed lips.

“I’ve been a borrower my whole life,” they say, “Wasn’t one who was shrunk, or a fae, I was born into it. I grew up in an old factory on the edge of town.”

“A factory?”

“It’s where the humans make their things. It all comes from big buildings, with dozens and dozens of them working inside. Like chips, or pencils. I lived in a pencil factory.”

“Oh,” I say. I had never really thought about where the humans got things.

“My mother died when I was sixteen. It took me two years to get from the factory to this residential neighborhood. Lost my eye from a cat on the way, and this scar here is from where an automobile kicked a rock at me. I almost didn’t make it. I’ve lived in this home ever since.”

My eyes are wide, fingers curled tight around the edge of my loose shirt. Half the words are unrecognizable, but I won’t dare interrupt. Getting an audience with the Elder is nothing short of a miracle in itself.

“It’s been dozens of years. I cannot tell you the amount of times I’ve brushed death, or worse.”

The Elder takes another drag, and I try not to stare at the scar on their shoulder.

“The world isn’t meant for us,” I say, eventually.

The Elder snorts.

“If we weren’t meant to be here, we wouldn’t be,” they reply, smoke spilling from their lips. “If you weren’t meant to be here, you wouldn’t have made it this far. But you did, kid, and that means something.”

They pause, their legs swinging softly as they dangle from the edge of the windowsill. Before us spreads the beans garden, soft in the early morning light, the glints of dew almost casting a magical appearance over the green.

“Borrowing never gets easier. For us, living, it doesn’t. You’ve come a long way to see me, child, I see it in your eyes, and I know you want some special wisdom that will make all of this okay. But the truth is, it will be a constant struggle.”

They pause, a worn hand reaching down to smother their tea cigarette before flicking it over the edge.

“But there’s the morning light,” They say, gesturing out before us, “And it will always come. You’ll always be able to see the dew in the grass, feel the warmth of fresh borrowed food, the feeling of curling up to sleep after a long day of work.”

They reach over, their wrinkled hand clasping my smooth one. I hold on tightly, and they give me a soft squeeze.

“Struggling is our birthright,” they say. “But eventually, you’ll see all the things we struggle for, and realize it’s worth it. The wind on your cheeks, the laughter of a friend, an entire stolen cookie.”

They let out a small chuckle at the end, giving my hand another squeeze before releasing it.

“We’re made so small so we can see the beauty in these small things, my child. And once you see that beauty? It makes it all worth it.”

I nod, turning my gaze back out to the garden. It’s not the answer I traveled here for. Futility, burden, the overwhelming state of my existence still burns heavy in my chest.

But the dewdrops on the tomato plants catch the light in a way that makes them sparkle. Flowers unfurl gently, a small breeze teases its way through my hair, and from inside I can hear someone beginning to practice piano.

It’s nice.

“Thank you, Elder.”

They pat my hand.

“You’re never in this alone, child.”

And together, we sit and watch the sunrise.

[gigagendergt]

You know what? I’m the corrupting influence on g/t tumblr. I wanna fuck a giant inhuman creature, and I’m sick of pretending I don’t. Fight me

[so-very-small]

hear me out. the big and the little bathing each other

Sometimes when I sit in my bath, I think about how nervous I was in the beginning. Being seen at all by him, as tall and imposing as he was in his youth, was terrifying. I dressed different back then - baggy clothes, long hair. I think it was my way of hiding. I didn’t like being seen, and it took being put under a metaphorical magnifying glass to get that out of my system. Being in the palm of a giant for a couple decades, eventually you get used to eyes on you.

My bathtub is made out of clay, painted a soft blue. I’d watched him make it myself, moving what seemed like a mountain of earth under his hands with the most delicate precision, until it formed a little tub that fit perfectly on the edge of his. We were young then, and he’d always give me my privacy. Such a gentleman, knocks at the door and constant asking if I was decent. I don’t know if we lost our reservations with age, or if we just got comfortable with each other. Either way, it’s easier to bathe at the same time. The company is nice, too.

“Would you like me to get your back?”

When he lifts his hand it’s like a waterfall, watching the droplets rain down and fall back into his bathwater. I nod, and shift myself up, leaning forward in my tub. He swipes up a fingertip of bubbles from his bathwater.

He gently rubs my back, working up a lather. It feels like a massage, the ridges of his fingerprint skating over my skin with the slightest bit of pressure. A small sigh leaves my lips, and I relax under his touch.

“Thank you, love,” I murmur. He hums a small reply as he dips his hand in the water, lifting a finger over my back so the water droplets fall off and wash the suds away. “I can get behind your ears if you want, dear.”

He shakes his head, but he lifts me from the tub. A small string of curses leave my lips - my joints aren’t meant for sudden grabbing, not anymore, plus the air is cold- but he’s gentle. He sets me on his chest, his hand cupped around me, sliding down in the bath so I’m just submerged enough.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” he says. His eyes are already shut, and I almost want to laugh, because his minds already made up. Resting back on his chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the rumble of his voice underneath me, all I can do is smile.

“Yeah,” I say, shutting my eyes, “This is nice.”

[pennibun]

Cute idea time!!

Every Gt story on this website that involves borrowers have the borrower meeting the human at some point. Like we all pretend that they’re incredible hiders, and they’re impossible to find, and each story where the borrower is discovered is “the exception”, but at some point there comes a large enough number of “exceptions” that they stop being exceptions and start becoming the norm. But at the same time, in all of these stories, the human vows to tell no one of the borrower, and that’s how they stay secret.

So, cute idea!

Borrower/human pairs start setting up online shops together to help other borrower/human pairs across the world. Like, there’s one human over in the US who helps her tiny gf set up an online “doll” clothes store for other Gt couples across the world trying to keep their secret. The borrower hand-sews all the clothes to scale, adds deep pockets for borrowing, etc. and the website accepts custom requests where you can put in the exact measurements and get custom fancy clothes or w/e

Another borrower over in Canada who listens in on all of her human’s engineering lectures in uni finds the clothing website and thinks “I bet that’s another Gt couple” and decides to make her own website where she sells working, borrower-scale keyboards and mice for tinies who want to learn how to code! Sites like these start popping up all over the world, all under the guise of “people who are just really passionate about objects that are all exacly 1:17 scale for no reason nothing suspicious here 😊” bc borrowers are supposed to be “secret”

The humans running the site all notice each other’s shops and start dming each other like “so how much of a pain in the ass is your borrower?” And they all give each other discounts for their tiny wares

Pls expand on this idea if u want, like come up with your own ideas for borrower websites!

[gt-references]

Do you still have pose requests open? If you do, could I get a reference of a tiny flopped over a giants shoulder, like in the way a small child would rest their arms on a counter to see what was happening better?

The view is better up here :3

[the-borrower1]

I used to own chickens. Sometimes a welcome committee would run up to me, clucking excitedly, because they know I'm going to feed them or some bullied chickens would run up to me and stand between my feet because they know I'll chase away any bullys. And I'm thinking this scenario but with g/t.

Giants who dont looking like humans or speak their language being welcomed and cheered for by tinies because they know the giant will give them tasty food. And bullied tinies standing between a giant's feet, daring the bullys to come closer.

Those brave tinies would have no fear of the giant that doesnt look or speak like them and they trust the giant with their lives.

[tiny-james]

What do you call a fear of giants?

Feefiphobia

[ibis-gt]

one of my favorite size shifter tropes is when getting Real Big takes a lot of energy but gettin small is like battery saver mode, bc it enables an extremely excellent scenario where the shifter gets super big to defend a human friend, and then they're exhausted and shrink down waaayy small and now the human has to protect them while they're vulnerable

[mochilainey]

Everyone reblog and switch the numbers around in your height and thats your giant/tiny height in a another universe

Im 5'3 -> 3'5