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Giant that has marks like moles/freckles/beauty marks something that'd be sprinkled all over the body and you get a tiny kid who knows the giant well enough to be around them and you give them a marker. Little kid sees all these marks and starts connecting them like you would to make a picture. Nothing mean or anything just innocent kid wanting to draw on stuff

Giant eventually is like "What are you doing" and the kid shows them the work they've done on the giants arm. The tiny kid could be connecting the dots or that they were making constellations or just making stuff using the natural marks on the giants body

You could do this with any kind of markings really

I kinda rambled is this anything jgsjsgmzb

Can the macr0ph!la community just leave us alone??? Like, I'm sorry, I have OCs who are minors. Idk why they're even engaging in my content. If you're uncomfortable with a child being portrayed in a certain way bc you can't help but fetishize it, that's not a me problem. G/t is not a fetish.

#g/t rant #g/t related #ts pmo #g/t community

neytui

BeholLD MY TINKER HICCUP FAIRY DESIGN!!

Been having this on my head for a whilee and really wanted to give the desing a go. Why? I don't know, but a Neverland au sure it's fucking cool

neytui

The fact people keep going crazy about this idea

I really love the ones that say I combined their childhood favorites 🥹 it reminds me how much time has passed

Thank you so much for the support

gt-wierdo

Giant grabbing the tiny in their sleep and hugs them like a plushie

Like I can't sleep without hugging something. Wether its a pillow or a plushie and all I can think about is a giant that does the same but accidently grabs the tiny instead

Its even funnier if the tiny and giant aren't friends yet

The giant is just having a nice dream and meanwhile the tiny is about to shit themselves

gt-wierdo

Giant grabbing the tiny in their sleep and hugs them like a plushie

Like I can't sleep without hugging something. Wether its a pillow or a plushie and all I can think about is a giant that does the same but accidently grabs the tiny instead

Its even funnier if the tiny and giant aren't friends yet

The giant is just having a nice dream and meanwhile the tiny is about to shit themselves

gtcommunityconfessions

dude that one person who brought up the racism in the g/t community is so correct. im not calling this community a bunch of slur-throwers but some of your "tropes" are unintentionally racist. stop trying to make slavery seem cute. you guys need to get more woke, im serious.

theres gonna be a snarky person responding to this asking why im making this about race. everyone knows that slavery isnt strictly based on race but you guys need to check yourself more often on how you treat the subject. many of you see it as something cutesy for a fearplay trope. please check yourself guys.

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gtcommunityconfessions

This is probably just a me thing but I don't trust men who love tiny women, especially if they like fearplay with a giant man and tiny woman. I think that yes, it can be done well, but idk I get...weird vibes from some, it really depends.

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jules-secret-borrower

Tw: Animal abuse

Some believe that a borrowers worst nightmare is a human, but that isn't true. At least not for me. Humans are selfish, invasive, and cruel. If I was caught by one, I would surely be killed or sold off to some science lab and experimented on. There are endless possibilities of what a human could do to me, but somehow, they're not my my worst nightmare. Dogs are.

I fear them. I hate them. Any negative feeling about dogs is what describes me. I don't understand how humans can have these huge slobbering beasts as pets. I've heard stories before of humans being attacked by them it just doesn't make sense to me. If they're so unpredictable, why keep them around as companions? If I were a human, I think I would still fear them. These monsters who can rip you limb from limb the second they feel like it.

It's funny, though. Despite fearing and hating these creatures with all my heart, here I am. Standing right in front of one willingly and refusing to back down or leave.

Why?

Why am I so close to a creature a hundred times my size? An unpredictable being that preys on other animals? One that could see me as a squeaky toy and rip me apart in an instance?

Because

Because I couldn't sleep

I didn't live in the building of this human. I lived in the one right attached to it, and all night every night, all I could hear was the screams of this animal. Abusive master. Would come home drunk and do despicable things to their dog every night. It disguisted me.

My house's human would do nothing about it. I hated him. I hated how he could clearly see the abuse this human was doing to their pet and chose to ignore it. I hated him so much, and then I started hating myself, too, for not being able to do anything.

I knew that by investigating what was going on, it would only overwhelm me with guilt seeing the condition the canine was in, but I just had to see it, and now here I was standing in front of the dog

Its huge brown eyes looked towards my tiny body as it lay down in the corner of the room. It just stared and stared at me. Thank God. I don't know how I would've reacted if this monstrous sized being started to approach me.

"... Hey there, doggy are you hurt?" I asked, making the dog tilt its head. Why was I speaking to it as if it could possibly comprehend what I was saying? Maybe this was just helping my nerves.

The dog let out a small whimper as I started approaching it more.

"A-are you scared of me?" I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry I won't hurt you?" Not that I could if I wanted to. I was the one who should be scared right now.

The dog weirdly seemed to calm down as I spoke to it, and right before I knew it, I was standing right besides its paw. My hand reached out hesitantly to pet its fur when all of a sudden, it lowered its head on the floor, trying to get a better look at me.

Their nose was nearly half the size of my body and exhaling hot air all over me. For a few minutes, we just stayed like that looking at each other before I decided to try petting it again. This time, I got closer to its face and put my hand on its nose. The dog started wagging its tail, happy to have some sort of physical contact that wasn't cruel. The poor thing. How could anyone abuse such a gentle giant? How was I supposed to just leave it knowing what was going to happen? This was a mistake. Now I didn't have a choice but to get involved. I had to save this dog.

(This is really lazy writing as it only took me an hour to write, and I'm only doing this bc I can't sleep, but I hope someone enjoys it atleast also I was gonna kill off the dog but got too lazy to write that thankfully)

parentalgtwriter

Good Hair Day

(This is a one-shot I'm just experimenting on with characters that will be in a future story. Also, this is not a pet trope story, but without knowing the characters' backstory, it will look that way in case anyone doesn't want to read)

Connor's heart ached as he continuously watched his owner come home from school every day and lay in her bed crying. He wanted nothing more than to speak to the young girl, comfort her but he was merely a pet and a tiny one at that. He was afraid if he said something it might upset her. His owner wasn't cruel or anything. In fact she never put him in a cage and while she was away she would let him watch movies on one of her electronics. She was still a child though and children were the most unpredictable out of all humans.

The young borrower would simply watch whatever movie the child put on for him, never touching or messing with the screen but today an idea came to mind. He wanted to do something to surprise her. Something that would probably take him all week to learn but for her it was worth it. On Sunday after he spent hours every day watching YouTube and reading Google articles to help the child, he had asked her to grab a few things when she went to the store with her foster family. The things he asked for were definitely out of the ordinary and made her skeptical he was sure. Hopefully she didn't figure out his plan yet.

It felt weird being so excited for this human to come back. He had never felt this way before with any of his previous owners and he wasn't exactly close with this one either. Sometimes it was still scary being around her but maybe despite the fact he was just a pet, as an adult he felt partly responsible for her. He wanted this child to have a safe and happy life. He was willing to contribute to that if he had too.

It took a couple of hours but the young child came home and as he heard her booming footsteps get closer to the door, he took a deep breath telling himself not to mess the surprise up.

“I got the stuff you asked for!” His owner, practically shouted as she held up a grocery bag and set it down besides the borrower. Her voice was often way too loud for him. Something he was still struggling to get used too.

“Thank you Marley.” He smiled, looking up at the giant girl with a smile, before looking at all the stuff in the bag. “Ribbons, conditioner, oil, toothbrush, mousse, gel. It's all in here. You did a great job.”

“Are you going to do something with your hair? Can I help you?” The child asks and the tiny borrower couldn't help his smile grow wider seeing how innocent and completely unaware this child was.

“No sweetie.” He shook his head. “All of this stuff isn't for me… I… I noticed how your foster mom struggles to do your hair and… and surely she's trying her best, but I thought maybe I could… help?” For some reason he felt nervous as he asked that question. If the child didn't want help from him then he needed to respect that. After all he was still just a pet and -

“... Really? You want to help me?” Marley's eyes started to water with tears. It was as if no one had ever offered to help her before and seeing her reaction had almost made the tiny man want to run and hug her.

“I want to try. I've never done hair before but I used your tablet to do research. I think I can do something nice… just please don't be upset with me if it doesn't turn out very well.” Before he continued with this he wanted to be sure this child wouldn't get upset or throw a tantrum and hurt him.

“I won't get upset.” The little girl assures him, making him nod his head.

“Okay. Maybe we can set a towel down on your bed just in case we spill anything and you might want to grab your tablet as well. It'll take a while to do your hair. I wouldn't want you getting bored.”

The child surprisingly listened to him with no complaint. After she grabbed all her stuff and started the show, he had her open up the containers for him. Small 8oz bottles that he might struggle to reach into but he could manage. He asked her before to look for a specific brand. It was a good thing the store she went to had them. After everything was ready, he put leave-in conditioner on her hair before sectioning off parts of it, and twisting two strands together. Putting it in small ribbons at the end to keep it in place. This was a continuous process that he had to do since the braids were quite small. According to the internet as long as the child took well care of her hair this would last a few weeks. Along with the fact it seemed to be the easiest he could find made this the perfect choice!

Hours passed after he started doing her hair. Every 30 minutes it seemed the giant child was asking him if it was done but besides that she stayed pretty patient and didn't make too much movement. Her favorite show My Little Pony played and she seemed mainly distracted by that.

“Finally, I'm done.” The borrower groans in pain, feeling exhausted. He barely had the energy to climb off of Marley's hair but it wasn't like he would get the chance to anyways because as soon as he said he was done, her massive hand reached out and plucked him up, bringing him to her large smiling face.

“Really you're done!?” She asks, as she sets him down and runs over to a small mirror in her room looking at her new hair. Connor couldn't see her face as she was looking away from him and there was a moment of silence making him worry that he messed her hair up or upset her somehow.

“I- I'm sorry if it's not how you wanted… I could redo it…” There was not enough energy in him left to redo it but he didn't want the child to cry or be more insecure than she already was.

“No one has ever done my hair before…” He half expected her to jump around or squeal like he often had to deal with when she got excited but instead she only continued to stare into the mirror.

This was the only thing that the child wanted. To feel comfortable and happy with the hair she was born with. For a moment Connor didn't feel like a pet anymore. He almost felt like a parent who just created the first important bond with his daughter. He wasn't sure whether it'd be best to continue to let her cry or say something to cheer her up. This was the only time a human had been so vulnerable with him.

“Your hair is so pretty, you know? From now on, I'll help you take care of it.” That was a promise. This child didn't deserve to have her hair neglected just because it was a bit more difficult to deal with. If no other adult was going to step up and help her, then he certainly would.

solarmooon

being overly cautious of men makes the concept of gentle male giants so insanely appealing to me because oh my gosh. What do you mean you are literally physically capable of so much harm, capable of dehumanization and weaponizing masculinity, capable of belittling and erasing any desire to embrace femininity for the sake of a traditional dynamic, yet we’re SO gentle. So careful. Lowering your voice, making your actions known before they’re performed, making it feel GOOD to just be little and protected 😭 like, going from being overly cautious and terrified to actually trusting a male presence because this giant has done nothing but prove you’re precious and worth taking care of. Being seen as beautiful and in need of affection. Casual boyishness on a controlled level for your comfort. Devotion. Maturity. Being a soft spot to someone tough. Especially scenarios where this huge guy is doing something so ridiculously gentle like brushing hair with a mini brush between their fingers. Smoothing down skirt fabric between two fingers. Pinching cheeks. It all means so much more when it’s expectations being subverted.