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whenever i make a post about being tiny or a scenario from a tiny pov and people reply like “me but i’m the giant :)” that’s like. my favorite thing. i LOVE hearing from giants who love to be giant. it’s so cute y’all daydream the same scenarios but the other way around. giants i love u

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Sometimes I wish that any future Star Wars seasons/series would have at least one shrinking episode, I would watch it in a heartbeat!

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them: so, why do you fantasize about being kidnapped by a giant? why would you want to leave your life behind?

me:

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Who called exterminator? 🐭

Skie!

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Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

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Reblog if you recognize that Jesus Christ is Lord

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Found this on Pinterest, but count this screenshot as a reblog

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Giant with irresistibly massive hands and painted nails you can see your tiny reflection in and fingers longer than the span of your body… giants who dont hesitate when they want to pick you up and giants who are touchy feely. Giants who are so rough with your tiny body but have a gentle soft cooing voice that is soft on the ears… save me

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A hawk or falcon that swoops on tinies and carries them off to deliver to their giant.

Scared tiny, after first meeting the giant and nervously trying to make conversation: So, uh, your pet, what’s their name?

Giant, following the tiny’s gaze: The bird is my friend. As for my pet… what was your name?

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*Wears this to my own weddding*

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reblog if you think it’s ok to have plushies at any age

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There is a life size Polly Pocket Airbnb! Good way to live out your g/t dreams!

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do any other tinies wanna start a secret club? no giants invited. im thinking we can just hang out and when we’re bored we can either make it a nightclub or a cult. like we can vote or something

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I'm always watching you Pt. 1

Here is where we've got our borrower being the oblivious one, and our obsessive giant just can't get enough of her~

TWs: stalking, invasion of privacy, and lowkey (highkey?) yandere

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It'd been a couple of months now since Leela had moved into this new home, her last (being the one to the right of this one) having become uninhabitable after the humans had all moved out for good, leaving nothing for her to scavenge.

She was thankful for the final spur to change her own place of residency, though. Her new home and its singular inhabitant were much better - it wasn't even a fair comparison! He always had food laying around to take crumbs from, he was a bit of a klutz with losing small things and forgetting about them (much to Leela's continued joy), he lived alone and didn't entertain guests, and he was perfectly, blissfully oblivious to her existence, not suspicious at all.

It was nothing like her last place, with a whole family of humans to worry about spotting her and more than one of them being meticulous cleaners to the point it had become quite the task for her to scavenge enough food for a single full night's meal.

Really, the only small, insignificant issue she had here was this... feeling that she'd been getting. It'd started only a day or two after she moved in, and from then on, it'd become a near constant thing.

Honestly, at this point, she'd grown quite used to it, brushing it off as a quirk of moving homes again for the first time in so long.

But every now and then, it'd catch up to her, that feeling, the creeping, prickling sensation that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and sweat bead along her spine. If she had to equate the feeling to anything, it was like the one time she'd been prowled on by a cat, barely managing to escape with her life.

It was the feeling of being watched - watched by a predator.

Now, she shook her head, firmly pushing aside the notion. It was obviously untrue, and it wouldn't do her any good to feed into her paranoia.

No, she wasn't in any more danger than usual for a borrower, and she most certainly wasn't being watched.

Huffing softly to herself with a wry little smile, she hoisted her sack over her shoulder and set out towards the entrance to her nest, ready for another day of successful borrowing to further stock up her stores.

The only actual problem she had with living here was that the giant tenant was something of a shut-in, seeming to work from home, and he rarely ever left. In fact, even his groceries seemed to be delivered straight to his doorstep!

But that was okay. Really, it was!

Her new giant was rather... lacking, in terms of self-awareness.

She muffled a giggle to herself, pressing her palm to her lips to smother her grin as she recalled the few (or, well, more than a few now that she thought about it) times where the human had walked right into the room she was in and never even came close to noticing her, even when she was practically in plain sight!

She finally allowed herself a little smile at the recollection, fondly shaking her head.

It was almost endearing - for a giant.

And it meant that she felt perfectly safe to go out to do some foraging now, even in the broad daylight with the oh-so-tall giant sitting right at home.

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Silas bit his lip and shivered in pleasure as he watched his sweet little guest scamper between the shadows along the floor, her hair tied up with a plastic little clip - the pastel blue one this time. It was his favorite one of her collection, and he briefly allowed himself to entertain the fantasy that she'd worn it just for him. His eyelids lowered to half mast at the notion, and he released a low, enraptured hum, a hazed breath gusting over his lower lip.

A moment later, he swallowed languidly, and he nudged aside his idle daydreams with efficiency of many long hours of practice.

She wasn't wearing it for him, he knew. Not yet.

For now, his let his gaze seem to stay unerringly on his computer in front of him as it always did. His peripheral vision was better than most, and it was a trait he'd been making liberal use of in the past few months since his heart-stealing, precious little doll had come into his life - into his home.

He had to bite his lip again to hold back a croon as he watched her climb as nimble as a fairy onto the kitchen counter to his left, with him sitting directly in her line of sight (and him conversely in hers) from where he'd taken up residence at his dining room table.

She only spared him a brief glance, dismissing his presence as easy as anything. If Silas hadn't know any better, he would've thought she was teasing him.

But he did know better, unfortunately. After all, it was his own hard work that had gotten the both of them to this point. His sweet fairy had been so heart-breakingly skittish at first, jumping at the slightest sound and flinching at the mere sight of him.

It had hurt, truthfully, but he'd never dared let it show. It wasn't her own fault after all, that she didn't understand him yet.

Instead, he'd been meticulous in changing her reactions to him. He slowly but surely convinced his precious little creature that he was just a harmless, oblivious human being, nothing like whatever made her so upsettingly wary of his presence.

Why would she have to fear him if he never seemed to notice anything around him to even come close to being able to cause her any harm?

Oh, it had been difficult, and at times he had wanted to cave into his desires and turn to drink in her presence directly (to reach over and catch her with his bare hands and hold her close and-), but he never did. He was rather prideful of this fact. And there was a saying, wasn't there? That slow and steady wins the race?

Silas felt a curl of warmth low in his gut as he watched his adorable guest putter around on his countertop, gathering the fresh crumbs he'd purposefully left on the surface despite his distaste for being so untidy.

Yes, for now, this was plenty. For now, he would sate himself through these less direct means.

It was true that the miniature cameras he'd procured and hidden in her nest never did her justice, but at least they were enough for now as the only way he could content himself with watching her all safe and warm and tuckered out in her adorable little burrow beneath the wooden slats of the closet of the spare bedroom. It had been rather easy to find her precious nest (she almost always headed in the direction of the guest bedroom after she finished her foraging, after all), but it had still been quite the exhilarating discovery for him to pull up a loose board and find what could only be said nest, empty at the time and fluffed with downy feathers and old cotton socks. It was far less than she deserved, of course, and he had had to fight back the immediate, intense urge to find her and scoop her up and away from the hovel. The only reason he hadn't done so was his self-awareness of the misunderstanding such an abrupt turn in his behavior could cause.

And he could admit that her little self-made home within his own was heart-throbbingly enchanting in its entitlement - as if she was staking a claim upon him like he dreamed of doing to her. So he let her be, for now.

One day (one day soon), though, he would watch her sleep before him, curled up and warm and safe in the palm of his hand, his to hold and keep and love forever.

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Hhehhehehuuhuhuhuh yandere giant, here we come!!~~ :33333

Ya'll I haven't given this a read through yet so hopefully any mistakes are minimal!!! Hope you enjoyed tho!~

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honestly i love that g/t as a fandom doesn’t have a particular source material. like people draw inspiration from tinkerbell or the borrowers or what have you, but the g/t fandom is centered around the concept of size, vs a specific piece of media like most fandoms are.

i like this because it means everyone has OCs and everyone is so excited to hear about other people’s OCs. it’s like having a built in fandom for your diy blorbos. it reminds me of show and tell, we all take turns standing in the front showing off our tall/small guys and then everyone else claps politely

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I saw an Instagram post from Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day holding a lady bug 🐞 and it gave me major g/t vibes! Someone even commented saying “punk rocker by night, gentle giant by day.”Then I started imagining how cute it would be if someone wrote a story about Billie meeting a borrower and him ending up adopting them.