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[altairasart]

Need or Want?

[so-very-small]

reminder: g/t is not about trying to Get A Good Grade In Morality. g/t isn’t about making things palatable to others. you can use those fucked up ideas you have. you can draw that NSFW. not all g/t content has to be Ideologically and Morally Pure. you can do whatever you want actually. preferences and likes in fiction do not equal IRL values. fiction =/= reality. write that fucked up g/t shit

[pipinpali]

Doodle,,,,,,,,,,

Get scooped loser

[fabuloustrash05]

Bulma: It’s perfectly normal for people to flirt with someone who’s in a relationship. It’s not like they’d know right away.

Goku: So you wouldn’t mind if another woman flirted with Vegeta?

Bulma: Oh no, I’d punch that skank into next week, but that’s besides the point.

[nomstellations]

the vore community has been, and will continue to be a place that is unsafe for both minors and victims of any form of abuse or grooming suffered within it. people have proven time and time again that they will refuse to acknowledge or in fact, violently defend abusers for any reason they can cook up because they do not want to face the consequences of doing so- all people want to do is consume vore content thoughtlessly and if ignoring their favorite artist's grooming allegations means they can do it, then so be it. ignorance is bliss- that's why so many blogs around here are still firmly in the "i don't care who interacts with me!!" boat if it means they don't have to think about it. believe it or not, you have to think about your actions in a kink space even if you don't see it as one.

you can't just excuse away the harm you're enabling with "i didn't know," or "i don't want to talk about that, i just wanna vibe and look at pictures of people eating each other!" that is still enabling, that is still causing harm, and that's just proving to hurt people that there's no one they can trust and when it comes down to it, no one will stick up for them when they open up about the things they've suffered. it's always the victims who are wrong for standing up for themselves or calling attention to people that have been or are still doing harm (especially if they aren't cordial and nonthreatening in the way they talk about it, even though they have every right to be upset), because there's no way your favorite artist could do something bad! their art is too good! their writing is too well-done to be made by someone bad! so it must be them who's wrong, because the abuser said so and the victim was mean! why don't we all attack the victim for daring to open up and nitpick how they did it, because surely that is what prevents people from being hurt! ignore how nobody's actually done any of these things, btw (and if they did, they get ignored immediately).

at worst, these people are callous and cruel and are abusers themselves. at best, these people are enabling harm to be perpetuated because they don't want to acknowledge it. or they're too scared to be dogpiled too, or whatever other reason there is. this culture this community fosters needs to die out or people will continue to be used and abused.

this blog will never come off hiatus. not while this place and people i used to admire and trust continue to prove themselves to be the kinds of people that will justify the sexual abuse i endured for years in this community.

[i-am-beckyu]

In the Hands of my Tormentor

Yelloooooo! Been a lil bit since I've posted any writing! Been a bit hard getting much written with life and work at the moment but I had this random g/t thought and ran with it to get this lil fic. So enjoy another random oc created for the purpose of this fic lol.

Premise: You've been transported to another world where giants see humans as lesser and have ended up the pet of a Count.

cw: Fear, fear of death, fatal scenes mentioned, panic, mentions of being eaten alive, death mentions (no one dies tho), anxiety, torture, manipulation. Just the opposite of what I usually post lol. wc: 2318

Terror. 

That’s all I could feel as I watched in horror as the giant noble scarfed down their meal. Giant fangs tearing through meat 100x my size, as if it was sliced bread. I forced myself to not react as I heard them swallow, knowing full well should they tire of me- their pet, I may very well be the next one sliding down that wretch’s throat. 

In this world, Giants didn’t see anything smaller than them as intelligent. If you were found, the lucky ones either died or were crushed between teeth as big as boulders like food. And if you think ‘How’s that lucky?! That’s horrid!’ Be glad you’re not the one being digested alive.

But even that was a mercy compared to my fate. 

Every day I tread the thin line of a tightrope; a timer hanging over my head. Forced to live life as a performance, every step perfect in order to please my Master.

“TWIRL!” He’d demand.

“JUMP!” He’d spit.

“SING!” He’d sneer- and I’d do it without hesitation or face death itself.

For as humiliating as it was, being ‘keep’ worthy; even for a derogatory laugh, it was better than being deemed useless and ready for brutal discarding. And with how little manic glee he’d been having with me lately, that may be sooner than not. For if I have no worth, what’s stopping them from doing away with me?

Tonight I was on display at another one of their dinner parties. Parties they threw more to show their class standing and possessions than for company. Sometimes I’d be in a cage forced to sing like a songbird, other times I’d be kept on the table with a ribbon clamped around my ankle to perform tricks or be petted by gloved fingers.

The guests would often have varying responses at my presence.

“Such a rare delicacy humans are and you're wasting it as a pet?”

“What a wretched little thing it is. Why not just eat it and be done?”

“As amusing as it is, why keep it around when it’s a better snack?”

After a while, you learn to tune out the loud voices. It’s just a reminder I’m only seen as food, insignificant, a pest. I only listen to the Master's voice. He’s the only one that matters. I sit just to his right today. The ribbon on my ankle is too tight, and I can feel the way my foot has started to go numb from the lack of blood flow. I look at it absentmindedly, the phantom pain of a blade forced against an angry scar, throbs against the ribbon. Strange I can’t feel my foot and yet still feel the pain of past escapes. I stopped trying a long time ago. Better to submit then endure his sick pleasures again.

I try not to think about the will I’ve given up; the life I’ve submitted to and try to listen to the giants conversing overhead.

Had it not been for the size difference and ignorance to the obvious, the giants were just like us. Take away all the power-hungry madness and torture of the little guy and the giants were just like humans if they were living in a medieval fantasy. Perhaps in another world, I would have been one of the guests…

“Dance, Human.” Master demands, and I stand and let my body move the way I know it pleases the giant. I don’t even think about the steps anymore, I just let myself move as if I were a robot programmed with the steps.

The giants above me laugh, clap and snicker. I know I’ve done my dance right. They’re all talking around the table, some whispering to each other with cruel gazes locked on my form. Others are spitting profanities at me and joking to my Master about making me do more tricks. 

There was only one giant that didn’t seem interested in my suffering. They sat at the opposite end of the table silently, and hadn’t moved much beyond drinking from their cup. I didn’t pay them much mind. One less giant drooling over me was a blessing. 

I let their voices blend together as I continued to move, the only voice I was listening for was my Masters, and I knew he was grinning ear to ear with all the attention on his greatest possession. 

His rare and desirable human.

“Now sing.” He says sickeningly sweet and my mouth obeys as I sing old scales used to warm up my voice whilst I continue to dance.

He never said I could stop.

I don’t know how long this continued for, the time always blurred together with every order and step at these events. All I know is the giants are enjoying it for the time being and all hungry eyes are on me. I will do as they want till I’m so desirable, that Master snatches me away- just teasing the lessers with what they can’t have. I can see the manic glee in their eyes at being so close to myself. I know what they want, and I scold my expression to not let the fear show on my face. 

My legs ached, but I pushed on; my voice wasting away from overuse. Everything was starting to burn from the effort it took to do both. I sang a long high note and began to spin, a bad combo but my brain was on autopilot. How much longer till I collapse?

“Stop.” Master demanded; my saving grace but not by much. I stopped immediately, finishing the pirouette and ceasing my song. I didn’t dare move despite my labored breathing, fully aware that the command wasn’t just for me, for in the corner of my eye I saw it. 

An outstretched white, gloved hand reached for me- and it was not my Masters.

That was all that was said before the ribbon around my ankle yanked me back, sending me tumbling forward as I was reeled in. I kept my head down, biting my tongue to stop myself from screaming as I felt the glazed wooden table burn against my hands and knees as I was dragged. My performance was done. And so was the fool of a giant that had tried to take me. 

Or so I thought.

Giants had tried to take me from Master before that was a given, but I was his snack (as he liked to remind me) and those that had tried to take what was his, had been dragged out shrieking. But this one had the room silent. Someone with a demanding presence other than my Master had the room freeze.

“So Ed,” 

“That’s Count Edwin, to you.” Master spat at the other Giant.

“May I remind you who the Duke is here, Count Edwin.” the Duke replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink. I saw the way the Master's hand tensed at the notion. 

He was irritated. 

Very few had the nerve to undermine him and make it out unscathed. So far nothing had happened to this Duke, which made him a threat.

“I understand you invited me here tonight to make a deal.” The Duke asked.

“Yes, that’s correct.” The grit in the Master's voice confirmed my suspicions. He’d interrupted his showing off. They were treading on thin ice. 

“I wish to put a natural water irrigation system to my crops from the south river. The river in question however, borders the edge of your land and in order for me to utilize it, would require access to your land.”

“And you want me to allow your filthy hands access to my river.” The Duke remarked.

Master's hand tightened on his utensils. Whoever this man was really had the Giant getting into a tizzy, which was never good for me. For all the time that I’d been here, it was very rare that anyone dared to go up against Master, let alone insult him. I felt a slight sense of justice from the thought. Even if it would never be me to do it, at least someone would knock them off their high horse.

I couldn’t help but glance up to see what such a person looked like and was surprised by what I saw. It was the uninterested giant from before.

Just like their attitude, the Giants' features matched their blunt, cold attitude. Jet black, side swept hair and dressed in a navy blue velvet coat, adorned with gold trims and fine sapphires bigger than my head, the Duke- the most regal man I’d ever seen in all my life, was listening to my Master with an icy cold stone stare. 

The man seemed bored of this tedious exchange and I could tell their patience was beginning to run thin as my Master blabbered on and on about the Giants river.

I wondered how long the fire would build behind the Duke’s eyes before their tolerance met its peak, and would put my Master in their place. For once I was glad they paid me no mind.

“I have much gold to offer in return for the river and with the greater yields we would produce, I’m happy to offer 5% of the total harvest.” Master’s smile curled into a grin as they folded their hands. They did that whenever something they wanted was about to go their way.

I averted my gaze back to my feet at this. They always got mad when they caught me staring. How sad I knew what his tells were.

“While your offer is good Edwin, as a Duke with the amount of land I have, your offer is insignificant to me. Why give you access to my river when I produce five times the amount you yield in a year?”

Master lost his composure at that, clearly not expecting such a response. Unsurprising when he acts like a toddler who has never been told no. “Well yes but-” 

“If you expect me to share such a precious resource, I expect a greater sum.” The Duke cut him off. “Or an offer with something of rarity to actually compensate for the price. Something like…” 

No. No, he can’t mean…

The duke took a sip from his cup as if contemplating, but only a fool didn’t know he’d already made up his mind the second he set eyes on me.

“That human.”

The Duke slammed the cup down, hitting the table with a clink as my head shot up and snapped straight to the Duke, my worst fears confirmed reality. The Duke’s ice blue eyes bore into my small figure. If I thought my grubby Master was scary then the Duke was sheer terror. 

His eyes pierced my very soul pinning me in place, and I stared straight back, unable to hide the terror on my face despite the consequences. Though it could have just been adrenaline, I swear I saw their eyes soften when they noticed my expression change, though it did little to put me at ease. His presence was terrifying and it hit me then why the room was so quiet. Why Master was so mad he had no control over this Giant.

This was a man with power.

I knew if I was what it wanted, then no one would be stupid enough to say no twice. Everyone in the room knew what his eyes were locked on. 

“You want me to trade my human, for access to the river?” The Count replied as he dragged me closer, pulling me away from my terror. “That hardly seems fair seeing how incredibly rare and delightful they are. It’s just about bored me enough that I'm peckish. I love to break their spirits just enough that they’re kicking and screaming to the end.” 

At this, I was flung into the air with a yelp before the Count caught me in a harsh grip. I cried out in pain as he squeezed my ribs tight to the point I was sure they’d break.

“It would be a waste to let all this time go to not enjoy them myself.”

“It’s the human or nothing.” The Duke insisted. “You have nothing more that I want.”

I risked looking up at the Duke again, the fire in his eyes seemed to have tripled. “It’s as you said, humans are incredibly rare. Are they truly worth a yearly supply of better income?”

My Masters hand began to squeeze tighter around me and I’m only lucky that the air had been forced out of my lungs enough before I could scream. His anger being directed on the only thing he could control in the moment, only for the pressure to leave as quickly as it came and I found myself falling.

“Deal.” 

And that was the only warning I had before everything flashed a violent white. My whole body was in complete and utter agony and yet I couldn’t even scream. I could feel silent tears dripping down my face as my vision began to dance with black blurry spots. This is where I died.

Everything felt cold, until it wasn’t. 

I felt myself engulfed in pure warmth as careful hands moved and cradled my broken body. I could hear muffled voices shouting and moving before the slamming of a door ceased all else. Dark blobs broke in between the black and I knew deep down I was in the Duke’s hands, but the soft warmth they provided blurred all other judgment. I hadn’t been warm- truly warm since I’d been brought here, and yet somehow I was now at ease. 

Perhaps it was just my mind twisting the truth as a last mercy to let me die peacefully.

“Rest now,” A voice whispered over head as the world faded to black. “I’ve got you now.” 

Funny how my mind could create such a promise after so much pain…

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Don't worry, the Duke's actually the good guy in this lol. I have it head cannoned that he fixes them all up and helps them get home.

I may write onto this, I might not who knows! The fact I've written in a different pov to me is wild though! Thank you to squishy, xyz and especially munchkin for beta reading this. (Seriously savior on my grammar qwp) Thank you if you read this far and I hope you enjoyed!!!!

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(also side note: other wips are still being written. I am aware JORNOS has not updated in months but it's not been forgotten <3)

[2g-1k]

2G1K - Chapter 8

GET OUT! 🗣️

...and they were roommates... /no

Thanks to everyone who showed support towards me and my writing! I really appreciate it. That being said, I did not check this before posting, as unfortunately being the author I am forever cursed to hate what I write.

Masterpost

This is why I fucking hate the capital, Callen thought as he was surrounded by four buff guards who looked like they grew up without any sort of parental love, but instead popped into existence as full adults, in the Royal Guard. And he was probably right, given how their faces showed the same emotional capacity of a rock. A rock he would’ve used to bash their faces if he could get his hands on one.

It was simply too bad he possessed neither brains nor brawn. Well, Callen didn’t exactly want to think he was stupid, but given that life hasn’t exactly been very smooth sailing lately, it would basically prove him to be an idiot if he didn’t admit he could’ve been smarter about this.

If he decided to stay for the night to drink with Lucas. If he accepted Lucas’ countless offers to live with him in Montaroule. If he never decided to move to the middle of nowhere.

If he had never left the capital in the first place.

He left that hellhole only to be ferried back right in front of the gates of Hell. With two of them gripping his arms, one in front and the last one behind him in a diamond formation just so he couldn’t go running off like he tried the first time. And the second. And the third. And whatever, because no one wanted to count anymore, so they restrained him.

“Your goal is to communicate with him,” said the temple priests when they invaded his peace and quiet, “determine what the gods have in mind in regards to our fates.” Like he cared, all of them are going to die someday, this intangible entity supposedly watching over everything must be laughing their ass off right now. If they cared so much about the people living here, Callen wouldn’t be here. He would be back in the middle of nowhere enjoying his quiet life painting.

The gates of hell were ironically made of highly flammable wood. That could be plan B though. Arson tends to bring more trouble than it’s worth.

The gates opened, and out walked a man, looking as if he just saw a ghost. His complexion was nearly as pale as the white robes he wore, and his forehead was dripping beads of sweat.

The man jumped upon seeing Callen, almost in shock to see another person taller than him.

Callen couldn’t help but feel glee upon watching someone feel the exact same sort of suffering he had been through in the past few days. At least someone gets how fucking terrifying it is to be near…him. There was nothing to pity Carleau about anyway. His meeting was temporary. Callen’s might just never end depending on how useful he was to the Temple and the Crown.

“Hey, Carleau.” Callen greeted him with a hint of mockery. “You look really healthy, wow— I can almost see through your skin, can you be a bit more scared next time?”

Much to Callen’s disappointment, Carleau simply glared back and left without a response. What a fucking killjoy. Couldn’t even let him get a kick out of his reaction before being thrown behind those gates for who knows how long.

The guards walked him through the gates and threw him down onto the ground, earning them a string of curses from Callen himself. Then they quickly saluted once before hastily leaving, shutting the gates again before Callen could run after them.

He is now alone, isolated from every person in the universe except one. But could he really be a person when he is less of a person and more of a living, breathing, mountain sized entity that could do anything as he pleased to Callen?

The difference between them is absolutely disgusting. One single finger could topple the Crown off their high horses like ragdolls. They probably couldn’t even fit his entire body in the largest room of the Royal Palace, if Callen were to bet on it. Even when he looked down to avoid looking at him, he could still feel the relief from the heat simply by being under his shadow. Everywhere in this godforsaken place was him.

Callen’s surroundings darkened even more. Forced to look up, he saw the stupidly big hand descend towards him, and— 

Yeah, no. He wasn’t fucking doing this again.

He ran towards nowhere. He ran into a corner. The hand kept following above him. He ran towards another corner, yet the hand never stopped, still getting closer.

If Callen thought about it a bit more, he would have wondered why he wasn’t already trapped in a fist.

However his focus was elsewhere— his eyes darted in every direction for places to run, his brain working overtime to produce enough adrenaline to keep him running, his quick feet prepared to dodge at a moment’s notice.

His eyes, somehow, saw everywhere but in front of him, and just like that, he crashed into a wall, which comically bounced Callen off the wall and fell onto— not the ground, but another soft surface cushioning him from falling. Sunlight reached his eyes, blinding him for a moment long enough to pretend he was back home enjoying the weather, with no annoying people or giants or shitty situations.

But couches don’t exist in hell.

Callen turned around. If the hand is no longer above him…

…Then that was his hand.

He looked at the wall that wasn’t a wall. A thick grey cloth draped over it, stained with dirt and blood in some areas. Callen didn’t bother looking further. He ran away, again, to the furthest corner he could find, from the bloody giant and his bloody fucking hands.

This time, the hand no longer followed. Those hands better fucking stay away, I swear to whoever the fuck cares. Callen loved hands. He loved painting them— hands that belonged to men, women, nobility or of common birth. This giant belonged to no category. He was one of a kind, and he hated that even more for its nature.

Right now, Callen’s hatred towards the hands triumphed. He looked the giant in the eyes and why the fuck is he smiling? Fuck off! Callen tried to grab something off the ground, hoping to score a mythical pull— a large rock to throw with. It was simply too bad he got the lamest thing instead: a fistful of sand, which Callen tried his hardest to toss it towards the oversized idiot. 

Unexpectedly, the sand pathetically dispersed in the air like it never existed.

No one expected them to be playing a secret game of UNO in which the giant played a reverse card, sending a gust of wind to blow the particles of sand back in Callen’s face. Coughing and sputtering, the only thing Callen could do was to give the living mountain fuck a generous serve of his middle finger.

“Go— COUGH— fuck yourself in the— COUGH— ass, you stu— COUGH COUGH— stupid bitch!”

He could hear a wheeze from above.

Callen fixed himself up, dusting the accursed sand off his clothes. He glared at the smiling giant, who innocently raised both of his hands, looking as if he’s trying not to burst out laughing.

Asshole.

What does he want? How the hell would Callen even know? “Communicate with him” his ass, they don’t even speak the same language as far as he knew. Shouting at him was just a futile attempt to get his point across anyway. Actually, maybe not, since he at least wasn’t being picked up like some toy like last time.

So he finally knew he despised being treated as a thing to be held and marvelled at, then.

Now what? Callen is stuck here for the time being, with absolutely nothing in this place— where’s the bed or change of clothes or something?! It would be understandable if the giant didn’t have those provided for him, but not even for Callen?

So much for doing them a favour, he thought. They didn’t even bother having me owe them favours.

Callen looked at the giant. He looked back and waved at Callen.

To be polite, Callen responded by giving him the finger.

Usually, by this time people would start being absolutely pissed at Callen and start leaving him alone, believing he isn’t worth the effort to talk to. People are tiring, save for a few necessary interactions he needed to survive in this world.

So why did it not work on him?

The giant reached towards him again— hell, fuck no, leave me alone already! Callen couldn’t even do anything to stop those hands. Fuck, no, he couldn’t even stop a finger! Callen was ready to struggle his way out of those wriggly tree trunks when he was inevitably picked up again, only to find that hand to rest on the ground, palm up, in front of him.

A twinkle of hope shone in those green eyes, and Callen knew what he wanted.

“Don’t even think about it.”

The other hand approached, his index finger tapping on his palm. Almost like he was actually respecting his consent this time. Fat lie though, like he of all people needed to care how Callen feels. It’s just a trick to get his trust, then who knows, maybe he’s saving Callen as emergency food or whatever, seeing how there wasn’t even food here.

“Get out of my sight,” Callen grumbled, turning away to face the actual wooden wall. He heard the hand slowly retreat, and only the sound of the wind and the giant’s breathing remained.

If he tries this again in the future, Callen will find a way to cause some trouble, regardless of his identity as a god or monster or some secret other thing.

[sugacoco77]

Omg I I'm so happy I'm getting video like this on my tiktok now~~ it just keeps getting smaller! Such g/t vibes

Link to original tiktok

[evieismol]

Guess who's no longer in the hospital and LIVED BITCHES

[dreonite]

carsbytobi.com

[cyncerity]

in celebration of a dsmp lore stream in 2024, here’s a short comic for the Hiraeth AU

ignore my messy watercolors

oh the inherent tragedy of not only not knowing where you came from, but being clueless as to who could have taken that knowledge from you

[pain-is-too-tired]

Not enough g/t pjo content tbh.

Which is surprising, like the gods canonically tend to stay in giant forms on Olympus and in their realms. You're telling me there's hardly any fanart of Big Apollo or Poseidon snuggling their children?

Disappointed in y'all /lh/j

[sm0lprism]

Low-key sad that when I look for new bg3 g/t content all I see is my fic. G/t community, I need you to get on board with bg3 please 🥺

[sarah-kings]

Alright, listen up folks, consider this:

Giants that are astronauts amongst a human crew.

Hear me out:

They could fix large damage and could take care of ship maintenance

They'd be large enough for their space suit to potentially have an entire oxygen generator, so they could spend more time fixing the ship from the outside

They would make a great bodyguard for the crew members if their ship were to be attempted to be seized by another space crew that tries taking over theirs

Moving heavy cargo would be way easier

Of course, this only gets more hilarious the bigger the giant is and the smaller the space ship is and there could be a bunch of interesting scenarios.

A five meter tall mini giant on a space ship for humans? They keep bumping their heads into doorframes to the point that the medical officer knows them on a first name basis after week one (and yes the giant also bumps their head while entering medical)

Giant aboard a larger spaceship? No problem at all! Just gotta keep in mind that there still probably aren't any rooms that they could comfortably sleep in without getting cramped

You want personal quarters? Yeaaaah, no, sorry. Oh, but we can definitely offer you that cargo bay full of boxes!

Getting a panic attack? Don't! You'll breath up all the limited air that you and your crew has. Fun! So this would make for some great angst of every tiny on board trying to calm down the giant unless they wanna die.

The temperature regulation broke? Everyone come huddle up, the giant can offer the warmth until that's figured out!

If giants in space are a new thing you can throw in a bunch of humans who aren't fond of it and keep bickering with the giant constantly

Picture cocky giants and strict commanders who just pull them down to eye level and intimidate them by telling them off despite at least being half their size.

I'm sure there are so many things you could add with mini giants and giants that I can't think of, but please, I crave the sci-fi gt that includes giants as the odd ones out for a change!

Tinies amongst a human crew is great, but what about my giant bois?!

[secretsofdbz]

Dragon Ball fans arguing about "what's canon?" and "what's the true story" and "what's just filler" when it comes to Daima, DBGT, DBS (manga), DBS (anime) and so on.. Gets old real quick. They're all canon. They're just not in the same continuity.

(because the true, factual, no doubt about it, official continuity of events is Dragon Ball SD)

[gt-needs]

((This is not my photo but we have been having a beautiful Aurora and I own 2 of these. This comes from a 12 foot skeleton community page but it’s too beautiful and intimidating not to share!))