One of my favorite aspects of g/t is the gentle testing of boundaries between the two. Especially if there is a communication barrier involved, and the giant can’t explicitly ask for consent or explain what they are doing.
The giant gently trying to test how much their tiny is okay with, while trying not to scare them in the process:
• Gently caressing their shoulder with a single finger
• Playfully poking them on their chest
• Cupping their fingers around them without fully touching
• Slowly scopping them up and lifting them closer
The whole time the giant is looking for any miniscule sign to indicate whether or not the tiny is okay with this. Waiting to see if they should stop immediately, or are good to keep going. Backing off the moment they hear a tiny whimper or yelp, or gently pushing further as they recieve no signs of protest.
Meanwhile the tiny is wracked with nerves - all they can do in this situation is hope that this giant is trustworthy, and will actually stop if they express their discomfort. They have no power to actually stop the giant if they want to pick them up, hold them, pet them, do anything they want to them. They can only hope that their boundaries will be respected.
There’s a giant holding you captive. They’re huge, completely towering over you, even on their knees. They’re huge overpower you in size, weight, and strength, and are capable of doing whatever they want to you.
But you aren’t in a cage, or a jar, or in any kind of container, nor are you being kept in the giants large hands and inescapable grip.
Your in front of them, standing on the ground by your self looking up at there massive frame, while they gaze back at you, sitting on their knees.
You can walk around or try and run away, but before you’d even get halfway too far, the giant just grabs you before you can even process it, and puts you back where you started.
All the time, they’re just staring down at you. Is it just to keep an eye out so you don’t get away? But the more you look up at this giants face, it becomes clear that,
They’re smiling.
You don’t know why. Are they planning to do something horrible to you? Do they find some amusement in seeing you run around them to get away? Do they just find you cute due to your size? You don’t know. All you can do is try to talk to your giant captor, and hope their intentions are good, or that they won’t hurt you. After all, it’s not like you could escape,
cuddle the mech pilot you adopted. no, really snuggle her. don’t let her sleep at the foot of your bed. she thinks she doesn’t deserve to curl up with you like a person and will sleep down there huddled up like a dog if you let her. don’t let her. tell her gently but firmly that you want to touch her and that she’s going to get under the blankets with you and you’re going to spoon her
she might cry a bit. pilots aren’t used to that kind of affection. just wipe her tears and tell her you love her and it’s ok for her to cry. and then fall asleep together
personally I love the giant aspect of g/t stories when someone becomes a giant. The realization that nothing is built for them anymore, and that they have to be infinitely careful around everything. People are afraid, and they have every right to be— but it still stings that it takes ages to gain even the most basic amount of trust. That the world they knew their whole life has shunned them, and now with their size and strength it would be so easy to break.
There is a being whose hands are larger than your entire self, its gaze located so high above it need not care for the lives of those below.
The same gaze of one now fixated on you, attempting to see as you see yourself, to find every single detail imprinted on your skin, so as to remember you properly.
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One day i saw a random post reblogged with a screenshot of my old art all the way back from 2024, and I really wanted to redraw it since then. Just that redrawing it 1:1 was boring and lame, and most of all it just didn't carry enough of the gt vibe i want in a piece of gt art.
Thus i reverse it: what would be the POV of the tiny being observed so as to capture all their details that the naked eye would miss otherwise?
My favorite thing in size difference is things involving hands. It can vary so much depending on the size difference. Having a 6ish inch tiny and picking them up. The giant's hand is as large as their entire torso. The giant's fingers wrapping around the tiny's waist. The giant being so gentle with wrapping their fingers around the tiny, making sure one is wrapped under the tiny's armpits so they have some support and make it more comfortable. Or the giant using both hands and picking up the tiny from under their armpits. At this point while they're picked up a variety of things could happen. The giant could just admire their tiny. Maybe they were picking them up to help them reach a taller area. Leaning in to kiss or hug their tiny. But what if the tiny was smaller. Like 3ish inches. The tiny is so small that a hand is larger than their entire self. The giant has to pinch the tiny to try and lift them, being so careful to hurt them. Using their thumb and index fingers + a extra fingers to help pick the tiny up. The giant can then drop the tiny in the palm of their other hand. Or maybe the giant lays their hand down and lets the tiny climb into their palm. The tiny sitting in the giant's palm as they get lifted. If the tiny is in the giant's palm I think the giant could do the same thing of admiring them, letting them off at a different area, or once the tiny is in the giant's palm the giant leans down to kiss them, their lips enveloping their entire body and squishing their body into their palm temporarily. I think if it gets tinier than 3 inches these kinda stay the same. What if the tiny is extremely comfortable with their giant's hands. The tiny laying down on their back in their giant's palm, head dangling of the edge of their palm. A tiny perched on their giant's finger. The giant cupping their tiny in their palms. The giant and tiny trusting each other enough that the giant will softly toss the tiny onto soft surfaces like a bed. What if the tiny doesn't know the giant or doesn't like being grabbed. The tiny wriggling loose in the giant's fingers as the giant tries to carefully stop them from thrashing. The giant having to be way more forceful to stop them, gripping them tightly but making sure not too tightly. Maybe the giant is more scared and cautious and grabs the tiny by their leg and dangles them away far from their face. And there are like loads and loads more things I just haven't thought of them.
It’s been an hour and a half, and you still cannot get your brain to shut down and fall asleep. You’ve been tossing and turning in bed, trying every position you can possibly think of in the hopes that one of them will be comfortable enough to knock you out. None of them have, and you’re finally at your wits’ end when you hear the telltale thumping of your giant friend’s footsteps. You watch him approach, his eyes locked onto you with amusement.
“I thought you were taking a nap?”
“…I can’t sleep,” you admit.
You watch him bend down to meet you at eye level, folding his arms at the edge of the table your bed sits on and resting his chin on them.
“Hmm, and why do you think that is?” he asks with a glint in his eyes, as if he already knows exactly why you can’t sleep.
You look away in defeat. You’d wanted to see if you could give him a break from holding you all the time, to finally use the bed he’d painstakingly made for you, but your efforts to fall asleep without him have been fruitless.
“I told you it wasn’t going to work.”
You huff in frustration, but it doesn’t last long as his hand reaches toward you, his index extending outward to brush over the top of your head, trailing down the side of your face before tilting your chin up toward him. You feel weak in the knees under his warm gaze.
“I know you think you bother me, but might I remind you that you’re only three and a half inches tall and barely fit in the palm of my hand? It’s really not that hard to take care of you.”
You find yourself cowed as he so intently reminds you of your size difference, looking down meekly when he pulls his hand back and hiding under your blanket. You hear him laugh softly.
“You’re such a dork, c’mere…”
You gasp when you feel his hand gently wrap around you, scooping you up in your blanket and lifting you to his chest.
“You keep focusing on how you think I feel, but you’re not taking the time to consider how I actually feel about this. You’re not a burden, and you need to stop treating yourself like one,” he gently scolds as he tucks you close to him, his thumb stroking over the little bundle in his hands as you continue to hide beneath your blanket.
He slowly walks from the bedroom to the living room, and you feel a moment of vertigo as he lowers himself onto the couch. You feel your weight now resting on his chest as he cuddles you close, holding you over his heart. His chest vibrates deeply as he speaks.
“Now then, do you know how I feel when I get to hold you like this all the time?”
You peek out of the blanket just enough to see his eyes watching you with warmth and love. He smiles as he sees you, and he carefully pulls the blanket back just enough to see you a little bit more. He strokes his thumb across the side of your face.
“I feel whole,” he starts with a smile. “I love holding you. I love the way you perfectly fit in one of my hands, or how small you look when you’re sleeping on my chest. I can’t get enough of it, and it worries me that you think holding you bothers me.”
You hide back under the blanket, feeling embarrassed that you had your thoughts on how he saw your relationship so blatantly incorrect. He takes a deep breath, continuing to idly stroke you as he talks quietly.
“Do you remember the first time we met, and how terrified you were?” he asks fondly.
You nod your head in response.
“Every time I hold you now, it’s a reminder of just how much you trust me, and how honored I am that I’ve earned that trust.”
You think back to that day yourself, having been cornered after what was by far the worst day of your life. You thought that once he found you, that was going to be the end, only to instead be treated not like a thing or a pest, but like the tiny person you are. You were carefully calmed down, scooped off of the floor, cradled in their hands, and he began to slowly coax you out of your survival mindset. Once you learned to trust him, you found out very quickly just how soothing it can be to be held by someone so many times bigger than you when you know you’re safe with them.
Just as you had then, you start to feel sleepy as his warmth surrounds you. His heart beating right beneath his chest lulls you into a state of deep calm. You curl inward, letting his massive hands cradle you as you snuggle up in your blanket, feeling his fingers gently tighten around you, making sure you feel protected and secure.
“I promise you, if you can’t sleep without me, then I’ll make sure you never have to. You just relax and let me take care of you.”
You feel his thumb move, sharply inhaling when you feel it gently resting on the side of your face. He carefully holds your head down, making sure you’re hearing his heartbeat loud and clear. You yawn as you soak in his attention and affection, and soon enough, you find yourself drifting off, feeling less guilty and more satisfied knowing that him holding you brings him so much joy and fulfillment.
You two may be incredibly codependent, but the bond you share is unbreakable. He’s made it clear that he’s not upset by it, and now, neither are you.
AHH, AHHH MY HEART, MY EYES AAAAAAAAA ANOTHER MASTERPIECE, OH MY GOD.BRO, YOU'VE COME BACK TO BLESS US WITH ANOTHER MASTERPIECE, OH MY GOD, ZEL, THANK YOU SO MUCH.😭😭😭🙏🙏❤️🔥🙏❤️🔥🙏❤️🔥🙏❤️🔥🙏😭💥😭💗😭💗❤️🔥💗❤️🔥❤️🔥💗❤️🔥💗🛐🛐🛐💖🛐💖🛐💖🛐💓💓💓❤️🔥💓❤️🔥💗💓💗🛐💗❤️🔥🛐💗💓💕💕💕💓❤️🔥❤️🔥💓💗🛐🛐💥💥💓💥💓😭💓😭😭💓😭💓😭💓❤️🔥💓❤️🔥💗💓❤️🔥🙏🙏🙏🙏💥💓💥💓❤️🔥❤️🔥🛐❤️🔥🛐
DUDE, YOU'RE A MASTER, YOU'RE GREAT, AAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL, WHAT WONDERFUL LIGHTING
HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE!!!AAHAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS MASTERPIECE, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!You even worked on the books in the background, let alone the foreground!I actually like the position that Bennett is sitting in, it actually looks very comfortable.GOD, THIS PALETTE OF COLORS IS MMMM, IT'S GORGEOUS, delicious, and now:TREVOR'S HAIR, OH MY GOD!HOW WELL-CRAFTED TREVOR'S HAIR IS!!!Seriously, every curl.It looks so canonical and yet so natural. WOW
I'm ready to bow at your feet, seriously, THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐❤️🔥💥❤️🔥💥❤️🔥💗❤️🔥💗💗💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💗❤️🔥💗💗❤️🔥💗💓🛐💥🛐💥💓🛐💓🛐💥❤️🔥💥🛐🛐💗💗🛐💗🛐💗🛐💗❤️🔥💗💗❤️🔥💗❤️🔥💗🛐💗❤️🔥💗❤️🔥😭💗😭💗😭💥💥😭💥😭💗❤️🔥💗❤️🔥💥💥😭💥😭💥😭💥💗😭💗😭💗💓💥💗💓💗💓💗💓💗😭💗😭💗😭💗‼️‼️💕‼️💕‼️💕‼️💖‼️💖‼️‼️💕‼️💕‼️💕🙏🙏🙏🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🙏🛐🙏
Idea came to me for a GT headcanon where maybe a human and a borrower or a fairy get together, but the tiny still trying to get more comfortable with their giant partner even though they trust them and such. A cute romantic moment fluffy thing I’m writing here for you enjoy!!
“You’re in control, everything is on your terms..” The human tells their tiny as they are leaning on their arms on a pillow where the tiny stands steps away. They had recently come to terms with their interest in each other, but the tiny expresses their fear they’re still overcoming even though they do want have something more with their giant. So here they are, giant lying perfectly still with their face against the pillow as they softly gaze down at the tiny. They were discussing if kissing could be something for them perhaps…
“You initiate and tell me what to do. I won’t do anything without your permission.” The giant breathes softly and the tiny nods before stepping forward. The giant doesn’t move and keeps their face relaxed as they watch their dearest come closer and approach their lips. They try not to move and slow their breathing. The tiny keeps approaching and reaches out a hand to touch their lips, causing them to twitch. They just observe and feel the grooves and softness of them. Their heart beats fast as they try to overcome the instinct to run and get away from being this close. They were use to being in their hands and such bit this close to their face was different. They heard a chuckle as they moved their hand to the corner of the giants bottom lip.
“That tickles?” They ask as it seems to calm the situation. The giant only nods trying not to scare them or speak with them so close and their hand on their lip. They had recently tiny then gulps and steps closer until they can lean forward and kiss the giant. As they lean in and lay the softest kiss against the giants bottom lip they lean more of themselves into the pillow like skin and relish the warmth and plushness. Their hands stroke against it as they’re more cuddling than anything. They nuzzle as well.
Meanwhile the giant might be dying of cuteness overload and the urge to lean forward and kiss them into the pillow. Their inner thoughts are stopped by ..
“Okay I think I’m cool, will you kiss me-“ there’s no time before the giant presses their lips further against them, taking up most of their body. Their hands stroke against comes up cupping the tiny’s back so they can continue to press romantic kisses into them. The tiny is red like a tomato and trying to breathe as the fear is overtaken with fluster. The giant pulls back before nuzzling their nose against their tiny partner and chuckles.
“Everything okay?” And they receive a thumbs up from the tiny recovering before they ask for it again
