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Me when i hop on the power fantasy tag and i see power fantasy stuff (i get really mad)

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Since the topic of the GT community being problematic is out again. If you have any issues with me or my writing, state it and I'll try to clear it up and/or explain things from my point of view.

Additionally, if you think my content isn't suitable for minors, you should also tell me now so i can change my blog to 18+ ratings.

thank you.

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For the borrowers:

If a human is back before you could hide in time, stand in front of a picture. Chances are you will blend in with the photo and won't get noticed.

Note that this may not work if your human is observant

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On One Lordeth And An Other Serveth [G/T]

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Title, but the lord is not lording and the servant is not serving. Same characters as Eggs from Another Basket, but one of them gets doxxed (name reveal 🗣️). Also it's a first encounter because I am big fan. of first encounters.

CW because it's fearplay: mentions of death (no one dies)? I'm really bad at content warnings. Tell me if you think there's others I failed to notice pls.

Some kind of additional explanations (language related) at the end for reasons I will specify later.

“A piece of advice: Do not anger him. Your job is to serve.”

He walked along, the end of the corridor becoming clearer with each step towards what he guessed was certain doom, the way the escorting guards looked at him, eyes filled with pity.

He nodded.

Before he knew it, the doors were in front of him.

Now that they were so close, his next step felt heavy, and the air was suffocating. He could not enter. He could not go in. He would meet a fate worse than death if he did.

He was pushed through the set of doors.

Behind him, the doors slammed shut. A small “click!” followed, sealing his fate, and possibly spelling his doom. Only then he realised what he signed himself up for. 

Too late, however.

“Wait! No!” he turned towards the closed doors, pounding them with his fists. “LET ME OUT! PLEASE!”

The doors, famously renowned for their inanimate nature, did not pity his situation, and thus he remained a prisoner in an infinitely large room.

He was helpless.

And he would be even more helpless.

He sat at the door, abandoned by hope. Fear, in turn, came to greet him when he saw a figure in the distance.

Mountains do not move, yet there was one walking before his own two eyes.

“It’s okay.” He approached closer, prompting the other to back away, and move towards a corner. “I won’t do anything to you.” 

He must be lying. He did not trust his words one bit.

When his back made contact with the doors, he pressed himself harder against the polished wood, praying that he could dissolve into it. Unable to see the irony that the god he was praying to is right in front of him, standing so tall he could reach the skies even if he put no effort into it.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he did not feel hot.

Tears flowed from his eyes, but he was not sad.

He could only look down, his limbs trembling. He wanted to be sick. He wished he could fall unconscious, anything, anything to avoid acknowledging the fact that this is real. He had the power to do anything he wanted to him. It would be a mercy to be unconscious and not know what would happen to him, than to be awake and experience horrors not even the most creative writer could conceive.

The only thing within his control was to not look up and accept this nightmarish reality.

Do not look up.

Do not look up.

Do NOT look up.

“They sent you here, I suppose?”

He should reply, but his body would not listen.

“You… do speak, right?” This time, it was said more slowly, with a hint of caution. Was he warning him to obey or suffer the consequences?

“Do not anger him. Your job is to serve,” was the only advice he had been given prior to this. What would happen if he was angered? Was he willing to find out?

Terror struck him the way lightning would strike a tree. What would he do to him? He would definitely not want to know.

“Y-yes! I was s-sent here.” He choked back a sob.

“Oh, good.” He replied casually, “I thought you could not speak.”

He watched as the newcomer cowered by the tiny doors, sobbing quietly, as if afraid of his wrath if they cried just a bit louder. With every new introduction, he felt less of a human and more like a monster. The way all of them feared for their lives if they even dared to look at him… 

It hurt him to do this, over and over again. To them, he is an unapproachable, intimidating god. But he is as human as they are, and so he had to keep trying. To find someone, anyone that could look beyond his size, his height. Someone who will think of him as human.

Putting some distance between them, he cautiously sat down on the ground, pretending to look around his room instead. That way, hopefully, he would feel more at ease.

He turned back to face the man after a while, and caught movement of him hastily whipping his head down at the floor.

“So… what’s your name?” He tried again.

The tiny body trembled violently again. “Please… Please, h-have mercy…”

“I’m not going to kill you.” He would have been dead long ago if killing him was the goal. They both probably knew it was a lame reassurance. Words mean nothing most of the time, but hopefully it meant something here.

“What’s your name?”

“My, my name is Ying’an, sir.” The person below him stiffened. “Ying’an, my Lord!” More tears landed on the ground, barely visible to him.

Ying’an still refused to look at him, though he seemed to have calmed down.

He gave a slight smile anyway, one that could not reach his eyes. “A pleasure to meet you then, Ying’an.” His smile widened more when Ying’an finally raised his head. “Sir,” he added mischievously.*

One word undid all progress made.

Ying’an collapsed to his knees, kowtowing to him, sobbing and trembling and pathetic. “I-I apologise, my Lord!” Ying’an cried, yet he could not console him, aware the opposite effect would surely occur instead. “Please forgive my disrespect, I did not intend to offend! Please…”

What did he do wrong? All he did was try to lighten the mood, but instead it… went back to the start.

“Hey, hey,” he started, unsure whether it would make him cry more. He was quieter now, but whether Ying'an was deliberately holding in his sobbing or he really had calmed down, he could not know for sure.

Regardless, he had to continue trying, to clear up this monstrous impression of himself. “I was just joking, you don’t need to be so formal around me.”

“Y-Yes, my Lord.”

“You don’t need to address me as such either. Although I might in all senses of the word ‘lord over’** you, it isn’t compulsory to point it out, you know.”

He just wanted a friend.

But no one would make friends with a “god”, would they?

“Relax. Address me as though I were a friend. Can you do this for me?”

“Yes, my L—” Ying’an interrupted himself before he could finish. “Okay.”

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Additional information! This work was partially written in Chinese (dialogue only), and then elaborated further in English. This has unfortunately caused a some issues where some jokes are. well. lost in translation.

"You can call me... Ying'an, my Lord." "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Ying'an."

*大人 can mean multiple things, such as the word for "adult". In this context it's a formal show of respect, similar to "your grace" or "my lord". It's usually placed after the name. Here it is separated by a space acting as a comma, but the next line omits the space between so it became Ying'an's title, as if he is the one who should be respected.

"Yes, my Lord." "(You) also don't need to address me as such. I may be tall, but you don't have to point it out either."

**However, it's also made up of two characters: 大, big, and 人, man/person. In this case, it's just a pun of "my lord" literally being "big person", or y'know, a giant lol.

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Eggs from Another Basket 2/2 [G/T]

[Word count 940] Part 1/2

Is preparing a meal a form of love, or simply performing a duty?

I might continue this as a series of short stories, I'm quite happy with this even if the writing process was... extremely unconventional to say the least, compared to anything else I've written

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He had to rise before the sun did, for what he was about to do will no doubt earn a punishment for defiling their religion.

Carrying a large tray of food, he couldn’t help but wonder how many people could eat from this alone. Twenty? Thirty? Surely it could feed thirty people with more to spare. It was so much food for him that he could hardly comprehend how much the god really needed to eat, even if they had dined together more than once.

The god would only complain that this amount is too little for him, though. It still felt unbelievable to know that a portion that can feed a family for a week is hardly more than a couple bites for him.

Then again, he isn’t just a normal person.

He entered the god’s private quarters through a door made to fit people his height, still carrying the tray. The tray was heavy. He didn’t complain, however. He chose to do this.

His footsteps echoed in the large room as he made his way to the bed.

The bed looked less like a bed, and more like some impossible cubic structure with a gigantic figure resting upon it, still as a statue. The god was also as quiet as a statue, apparently. He could pass as a dead man if he slept in a coffin instead.

He would have let him sleep for a little while longer, but it was better to eat while it was still hot.

“Hey, wake up.” He pulled on the rope, ringing the bell on the infinitely high bedside table. “It’s time for breakfast.”

A hand slammed onto the bell, making a final “dong!” sound, followed by a second of loud silence.

The giant above rose to a sitting position, rubbing his eyes. When he stopped, his half open eyes seemed to look at him, blinking a few times. Perhaps not expecting him to arrive this early, the sky still a pleasant rich blue, with weak rays of gold signalling the start of the day.

“Mmh…” he yawned, and his gaze drifted towards the tray of food. “Are those…eggs?”

His jaw didn’t drop open, but he did notice his eyes were wider and his back sat a little straighter compared to ten seconds ago. He then bent down a little, squinting his eyes to focus on the smaller person beneath him, casting a shadow and blocking what little light the sun provided.

“Yeah.” he held up the tray a little, even if it would not do much in helping the god see better. “I believe you’ve never had eggs ever since you arrived?”

“I believe so too, I think.” The god stood up, and he could no longer see his visage as clearly anymore. “Have you eaten?”

“Of course not, I was the one doing the cooking at the crack of dawn.”

“Then… join me for breakfast?”

The god kneeled down, an action he did not mind, but would probably earn gasps of horror from the other people if they witnessed this. A hand was placed in front of him, fingers beckoning him to climb aboard, or leave the tray in his hand so he could carry it instead. He waited for a response, but only silence replied. The smaller person, although facing him, his eyes did not seem to focus on the larger being. Or so he thought, as expressions were harder to observe from this height and size.

“... Is there something wrong?”

“No…” His answer trailed off. “Do you think I’ll get a worse penalty if they knew I served you eggs and joined you for another meal?”

Why would he get a penalty for serving eggs as part of a meal? What was wrong about eggs in the first place? He had explained that he could not dine with him due to his status as his servant, but…

“Am I not allowed to have eggs?”

The tinier man gingerly set the tray in his palm, but remained in place.

“Eggs as an offering are forbidden. It would be considered disrespectful, because of where eggs came from…would be considered impure.”

Luckily, the towering being above him seemed unconcerned about the impurity of certain foods.

He was suddenly whisked into the air by a force pinching his garments, before landing on another soft, uneven surface radiating warmth.

He could see his face again.

The god smiled at him from above, his happiness radiating another form of warmth.

“You already disrespected me long ago, what’s the matter if you gave me a few more eggs?”

“You were the one who told me to drop the formalities first!” he exclaimed, slapping the palm underneath him, which the god would not even have noticed had he not been looking at him. The god simply beamed, possibly delighted that he was so at ease around him that he tried to inflict pain, however insignificant it would be.

The man felt a light sway, and it was only then he noticed the god was making his way to the dining table.

His footsteps were as loud as his own when he first entered the room.

The hand supporting him was then lowered, and he happily hopped off and let out a sigh, inaudible to all but himself.

They took their seats and began to feast.

“...Thank you.”

“There’s no need to.”

It was unnecessary to show gratitude for someone who was paid to do his job.

Unfortunately, the god is insistent and stubborn. “No, really. Thank you for your company.”

“Well, if you really want to thank me, you can start by paying for my retirement.”

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Eggs from Another Basket 1/2 [G/T]

[Word count 848] Part 2/2

There is a story behind every individual, even gods. Perhaps one that involves eggs.

Dialogue focused. I tend to put little dialogue in my works, so I figured some practice would help. Enjoy.

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The larger being looming before him picked at his dinner with his fork, idly stabbing at the various meats offered to him, not paying attention to the much tinier man sitting before him. The smaller man lightly shuddered, trying to ignore the scene. The god had the power to do this to him and his people if he wanted. If this is the strength displayed if he was not focused, imagine the power he could wield if he were malicious.

Yet, the god was not.

Instead, he invited him to dine together. He looked at his meal, delicately cut from the god’s own portions. He took a bite. Meat was a rare delicacy for the common people, not especially expensive, but would be costly to eat daily.

Somehow, his life changed. Now, chicken, beef, pork, and mutton made regular appearances on his plate every day. He was like a toad getting to feast on a swan.

He did not deserve this kindness.

He was just doing his duty, as the god’s servant.

Today, the god himself looked distracted. He always was, though at least he would still attempt to make conversation every dinner. He did not like it at first, the looming presence always made him feel a primal terror deep inside him.

He never realised how silent it was when the god stopped talking.

It seems that it was finally his time to make conversation, whether he enjoyed it or not.

“You look upset,” his small voice piped up.

Upon hearing his words, the god gently set down his cutlery without making a sound, and his gaze turned towards him. Waiting for him to continue.

“Do gods feel sadness too?”

“I told you already, I’m not a god,” the god sighed. 

“You are one to me.”

How could he not be one, with all the might he possessed within his powerful body?

“You’re just a bit smaller than me, we’re not all that different.”

Nonsense. He was barely the height of his finger. The difference is very substantial. How could he use this excuse over and over again, every time he pointed it out? His hand alone could crush buildings, that is very much a feat a person like him could not perform no matter how hard they tried.

When he at last learnt to speak to the god while reining in his fear, one of the very first questions he asked him was the name of the god’s race, when he insisted he was not a god.

A human, he had answered then, and he learnt that gods were as mortal as he was, only with much more power to shape the world to their liking.

Which could be considered a god’s power.

“Technically, you’re the one much larger than us,” he stated. Yes, size is relative. The truth is also what the majority believes too, though. That would mean he is the larger one, as there is only one of him believing they are smaller, and many of them believing he is larger.

Nevertheless it was a topic he no longer wanted to continue, as it would eventually lead nowhere.

They both knew this. It was time to change the topic.

The smaller person stood up from his smaller table and gave a deep, mocking bow. “So, my Lord Almighty Human, what brings such melancholy to an existence such as you?” He flashed a grin, and sat down again to continue eating his meal.

The god smiled wistfully, stars in his eyes. “Nothing. I simply miss home.”

It took a second for him to register what he said. It did not even occur to him that the god once had another life before he simply appeared to his people one day. How did he live then, before being thrown into this new life?

What was his story?

“A…home?”

The god nodded.

“...What was your home like?”

The god frowned a little, puzzled by his question, perhaps? “It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. I lived with my family, and we talked, ate, spent time together, things like that.”

He looked at both of their dinner plates. “What do you usually eat back home, then?”

There was a pause. He seemed to consider his answer, before replying, “I guess eggs were a common dish. My family weren’t the best at cooking, but eggs were easy enough to prepare, so we had eggs quite often.”

“Eggs?” He questioned.

“Eggs, round things from a—”

“—No, I know what eggs are, thank you very much.”

The god chuckled a little, then reached out to him with a finger as tall as he was, gently ruffling his hair. “Why did you ask then?”

“It was an unexpected answer,” he retorted back, pushing his finger away. Two hands lost to a finger. “Besides, who knew you eat eggs?”

“What’s surprising about me eating eggs?”

“... Nothing.”

He finished his meal, and requested to leave, saying his duties require him elsewhere for tonight.

Much to the god’s disappointment.

He knew, but no attempt was made to stop him.

He simply wished him goodnight.

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Peace Land is basically AOT but it actually feels GT. Also yeah i got lazy while finishing this how could you tell

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So y'all are into first person POV?

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Whatever this is

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Indomitable human spirit, but humans are giants

really love it when humans are depicted as unpredictable godlike beings yap yap

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"Take him away I can't stand his tomfoolery!"

"Aha-! TOMfoolery, you say? Looks like your English has improved!"

Captain dreams of the day where throwing this tiny mf into the ocean is no longer a controversial decision

Bro after he joined a gang of giant pirates and learnt jack shit (they're all gay, it's literally just a fuck ton of men on a ship)

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Bro after he joined a gang of giant pirates and learnt jack shit (they're all gay, it's literally just a fuck ton of men on a ship)

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I have an idea for a story about a pirate borrower heist but i would first need to study sailor terminology to write this and. Well. I'm pretty lazy.

💀 we'll see ig

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Subtle fearplay, the giant does nothing but just simply shows you how easily they can do shit to the tiny but they don't because they tolerate them.

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Ngl watching tinies struggle is amusing. Somewhat apathetic giant being forced to spend time with humans story when

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