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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT

I was thinking about Helluva Boss again

And it reminded me of that scene

They are very much a G/T Couple your honor 🤝🏻

IT ALSO MAKES ME SO DAMN HAPPY BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH MY FAVE CHARACTERS

Come on, let's try, Robert is definitely a master at this game)))

WHAUIAHAHZUWHHAUAHAHSUEJHSHAHAHAH😈💥😂

Do you want to play a staring game with Taro?)

New family 1/?

! Warning !

swearing, angst, fear, step-family, g/t family, abuse, mention of abusive giants, gigantophobia, mention of the character being religious, sickness

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I was fucked.

I'm sorry for using that kinda language but I really was. You see, my whole life has been destroyed by thoese damn giants.

Sorry, I don't think I introduced myself yet, I'm Zack.

Me and my mom were always a team. After my dad has passed away when i was 6 she was the only person important to me. It was basically us two against the whole world.

Something that might also be important for you to understand my story is the fact that we live in a world full of humans (like my and my mom) and giants. Giants are.. humanoid 60-ish feet tall creatures. Easily to say - their dangerous. The government rightfully understood the danger and the fear of us humans and created 'human-only' zones, cities, countries even. There were also a few 'giant-only' zones, but I'm not really sure why. It's not like the giants would fear us. Most of the places thoese enourmous beasts live are simply 'mixed-zones', places where both humans and giants can live. Thank God that me and my mom always lived in a 'human-only' zone. I was always skeptical and yeah, terrified of giants.

My mom was different though. Maybe she was just dumb (sorry for saying that mama) but she just couldn't sense danger. She worked in a company that required her to sometimes travel to 'mixed-zones' or 'mixed-cities'. I was always opposed to that but she.. enjoyed it. She even said that she made some giant "friends". I never believed in their honesty though.

But what changed my life once and for all, had happened when I was just 16. Well, going on 17 already, but yeah, still 16.

I never ever once questioned my mom's romantic life after my dad has passed away. She just.. never acted like she wanted to start a new relationship. And I was very okay with that.

But one unfortunate day, just after she came home from one of her business trips she told me that she has got a boyfriend.

That was weried to know, I mean c'mon, picturing your mom having a crush, dating, falling in love etc. is just.. weried and kinda disgusting if you ask me.

Of course, I questioned her and soon I reaveled her secret.

"Zack, I have been dating him for a little over a year. I was just scared of how you might react. But now, I must tell you since.. he proposed."

That felt like I was stabbed straight into the heart. How could she have kept having a boyfriend a secret from me for so long? Why would she? Being lied to by her felt horrible. I thought we were a team - we always told echother everything. But I guess I was wrong.

Really soon I found out that my mom's boyfriends (and now fiances) name is Andrew, that he was just slightly older than her and had two sons about my age, he was also a widower, and according to my mom, we had much in common.

I really couldn't understand why my mom would keep her boyfriend a secret. Untill she revealed she wanted for us to move in with him and his sons. I mean, she had a lot of planing to do, as she was soon to get married again, so that was kinda understandable. I wasn't opposed to moving into a new home, but changed my mind really quickly when my mom reaveled that our new home would be in a mixed-city. I mean, I was never even in that kind of a city, never even seen a giant in real life and was hella terrified of them! She should've understood me. Before she 'fell in love' she always has.

I asked her a milion times if Andrew and his sons can't just move in with us but she always found some excuse. Once, our house was too small, then his older son didn't want to switch universities, another time Andrew was scared of loosing the job. It was always a stupid excuse. Untill she finally reaveled the truth.

You see, Andrew, my mom's husband-to-be was a giant. And so were his sons.

To say that I was mad and scared was an understatement. I felt lied to. I felt like I was being dragged into something I didn't want to be a part of. I, understandably, questioned the honesty of my moms relationship, which angered her the most. I was angry with my mom for over two weeks after finding out about the size of my soon to be step-family and barely spoke with her. I couldn't be away from her for long though and forgave her, but in my heart I still had plenty of doubts.

My friends didn't help ease my fear. I told my best buddies at school and the stories they have told me only made me more afraid and suspicious of the said Andrew and all giants at that point.

"Don't y'all remember Joseph from middle school? He moved to a mixed-city with his parents. He was stepped on by a giant and died!"

"That's nothing compered to what happened to Amy. A quick death is better than being tortured. She is my cousin. She moved to a mixed-zone because she wanted to go to a better collage. One of her giant male classmates kidnaped her and done horrifying things to her. Once she was found she had missing limbs, many scars.. She was mentally, physically and sexually abused by him for months, untill they found the giant. And he barely got any jail time for that! She's still in mental health hospital!"

"My dads best friend Thomas was freaking eaten alive!"

Yeah, I think 3 stories is enough to give you the idea of how freaking terrified I was of the said 'step-family'. Some might say I am a specist (a person that discriminates based on the species (giant and human)) but I wouldn't agree. I don't really think that a human can be a specist becouse we are in the more vaunurable position. Also, I don't hate giants becouse of their size. I hate and fear them because of how brutal and cruel they are towards humans. Maybe a giantophobe would be a more appropriate term for me.

That day was the worst day in my entire life. And it's really hard to beat the day my dad had passed away.

We sold the house. We were at the airport. All ready to go to a mixed-city, over the wall that the government made.

Mom was all smiley and happy, her nose never leaving her phone.

"Andrew texted me that he and his boys are at their side of the barrier already, waiting for us. They can't wait to meet you!"

Right, didn't I mention that they all knew echother, but me?

"I just can't wait to show you the city and our new home!"

I was standing there quiet. No matter how many times I told my mom that i don't agree with her choice of dating a giant or for the fact that I didn't want to move away into a mixed-city she would always say that I will change my mind once I overcome my fear. Hell, I would.

I held my bag closely, trying to hold onto whatever I have not to lose my composure. I was terrified and angry, sure, but showing thoese giants from the start that they have some power over me, even though it was obvious, wasn't something I would do. At last, if I could hide my emotions.

Just a few minutes before our flight, a flight in the opposite direction landed. I saw all those humans, coming back from the mixed-city, most of them seem okay. That made me confused and curious. Would it really be all that bad?

Untill I saw a girl, probably my age, on a wheelchair. I mean, there is nothing wrong with disabled people, don't get me wrong, but she was crying so she easily got everyone's attention. A woman run up to her.

"Mom!" The girl sobbed, opening her arms to hug her mother. The woman tried calming the girl down but she just kept crying and screaming "It was just supposed to be a student exchange program!! This scary giant crushed my legs!"

The girls voice echoed in my head. It was different to hear stories of distant people, but to see someone hurt by thoese monsters in front of my own eyes was completely different.

Even my mom lowered her phone and looked at the girl with pity in her eyes. I prayed to the Lord to open her eyes and return home safely with me.

"Poor girl" she signed "That must have been a.. horrible accident".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Accident?" I looked at my mom angrily, finally letting my emotions out "A giant crushed her legs".

"Honey, I'm sure they didn't mean to.." she looked at me, somewhat shocked at my defensiveness. I shouldn't have expected her to understand. She just simply couldn't sense danger. And that could get both of us killed.

"Her legs were crushed by a giant, mom!" I raised my voice, even so slightly as I couldn't believe how blinded she was by her feelings.

"Zack, calm yourself down" she looked at me more strictly now, as I was getting other peoples attention. I couldn't bare the thought of how stupid this all was. I just wanted to be home. Or anywhere at that point. Anywhere but in a spece where giants were allowed.

"You-" I began to speak.

"The flight 16-399Bhc** is preparing to take off. We ask all the passengers to board the plane within 5 minutes. Thank you and have a good flight" said a voice from the speaker.

"That's our flight!" My mom cheered up and grabbed my arm, pulling me as she ran to the plane.

She was so excited it made me feel like I was gonna puke.

Don't get me wrong, I always loved planes but this time I felt uneasy. My whole body was shaking ever so slightly, I felt like I was about to puke, I swear I heard my heart pumping blood, my head was spinning..

That can easily be called my worst ever flight.

After we landed I needed a good 15 minutes in the bathroom to regain my composure.

"Honey, are you alright?" I heard my mom knocking "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine mama, I'll be okay" I mumbled, though I didn't feel like I was going to be okay for at last next few hours. I was also convinced my life was about to end so why bother worrying my mom. But before I cross the barrier of the airport, I didn't have to see or interact with any giants. Maybe me feeling sick was actually a gift from God to give me more time to get ready for what was about to come? As I was almost ready to go I hear my mom speaking:

"Honey, are you sure? I texted Andrew and he and Ethan are worried sick. They can drive us to a hospital"

And then I got sick again at the mention of the giants.

Oh, you might not know who is who. Andrew is my moms 45 year old husband-to-be, but I'm sure I have spoke about him already. Ethan is his older son, he was 21 back then. His younger son - Ryan - was 17.

After, what appeared to me as a minute and to my mom as an hour I finally could exit the bathroom.

My mom rushed me, saying that the boys have been waiting for us long enough. I was feeling less and less okay. I couldn't keep my emotionless demeanor. My eyes felt heavy, my heartbeat fasten as well as my breathing, my legs were shaky and I was not able to say even one word.

As I saw the enourmous glass wall behind which were a ton of giants, I felt like I was going to faint.

Or simply turn around and run.

My mom stopped in her trucks and looked at her phone. After maybe three seconds of reading what I supposed was a message form Andrew she looked into the direction of 3 giant men waiting and her eyes started to freaking sparkle and her smile grew.

She then looked at me and pointed in the direction of thoese giants, who weren't looking at us, thank God.

"That's Andrew! And Ethan and Ryan!" She said with an excited expression.

Andrew was surprisingly the shortest of the group. He had brown hair that were turning grey, a short beard, thick glasses, a blue sweater and more elegant pants. He was overall a handsome middle-aged dude, if it wasn't for the fact he was freaking enormous.

Ethan was talking with him. He had fluffy brown hair and was slightly taller than his dad. He had a few freckles and dimples on his cheeks, his smile was truthfully welcoming. His white hoodie also looked very comfy.

The tallest one was the youngest - Ryan. He had black, short hair, a pierced ear and stylist clothes. If he would have been a human, he looked like one of the popular kids that you always look up to. I really liked the belt he had, same with the rings on his fingers.

All three giants had the same eye color - hazel.

My mom grabbed me again and pulled me into the direction of the glass wall that was the last thing keeping me outside of the reach of giants. She looked so happy to see them that it was hard to recognize her. She only ever smiled at me like that before.

Soon enough, we were close to the exit of my comfort zone. My fear only grew as we were closer to the giants. It was still probably about 20 feet between us and the door when Andrews eyes rested on us. I felt the enourmous gaze and felt like I was stung. Soon both his sons eyes locked on me and my mom. She realized quickly and slowed down with the running. She then waved at them. Andrew and Ethan waved back. Ryan stood there, looking maybe a little conflicted but surely also kinda annoyed.

At that point I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. My heart ached. As well did my head. My legs were shaky. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath correctly.

If you think you're not socially awkward, three giants looking down at you with their enourmous eyes, almost scanning you as if you were an insect would change your mind right away. And if you are socially awkward like me? Well, you would feel as if you were just about to die.

My mom rushed me again, ready to exit the safe space, that only allowed humans. I walked behind her, but I wasn't as excited or as fast. Partly, becouse I wanted to be out of the giants reach for as long as I could and partly becouse I was feeling worse and worse.

To be honest, I don't know what was making me feel bad. Maybe it was all the emotion, fear, anger and all, maybe it was my mental health killing me and shouting at me that danger was close, maybe it was the horrible flight, maybe it was my body being sick. I don't know.

What I do know is, each step I took, the more powerless I felt. My legs felt to weak to hold my bodyweight.

My mom was already by the exit door when she turned around to rush me again. I was maybe 7 feet behind her, still surrounded by the enourmous gazes of those three giants, two of which were smiling. Their smiles made me sick in my stomache, but Ryan who was the only one not smiling made me feel ever worse somehow.

I totally expected my mom to yell at me to hurry up, based on how excited she seem but she just stared at me for a secound with wide worried eyes and then returned to me.

"Are you okay honey? You don't seem too good"

I wanted to answer her but it came out as a soft yelp. I thought I was going to puke again.

Faces of the giants became more serious and worried. I didn't like that expression either, to be honest.

I looked back at mom as she reached out to me and raised her hand to my shoulder for comfort probably.

"Are you scared Zack? Is that it? Because if it is, I assure you, they won't hurt us. Ever." She spoke in a soft, quiet voice. Her expression didn't show anger but she looked more understanding than any other moment of the past few weeks. She spoke with such confidence I could have believed her.

Well, I maybe even would have if I didn't faint.

Because just a moment after she spoke my vision went black and my body felt weak. The last think I remember before fainting were thoese scary gazes and my mom yelling:

"Zack!"

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the 1st part!

And seeing you happy makes me happy 🥹 All the more reason to keep ‘em coming!

Thinkin' about Giants being the little spoon when they're sleeping with the Tiny

And the Tiny is just like "Yeah Big Guy Imma stretch my arms as much as I can"

((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!))

((Attempting something that randomly popped in my head! Lots of clipping issues so I can only achieve this creature from certain angles. I have no idea what to call her or what creature she is. I think she’s shy. -A))

“You have to get back up! We need your help out- …Here??”

((A few favorite tropes of mine. The moment that random special ability becomes unlocked in the middle of crisis. Injured character suddenly revived either through self, other, or outer source. Or anything of the sort. Either way, all endings showing the “tough” guy that maybe there was a soft spot there all along. Aching at the thought for a moment they would have to continue without their companion ever again.))

“I just need to be held…”

G/T concepts I like

• Borrower gets caught by a doll collector (they have so many tiny clothes/sets and can make more!!!!!)

• Giant/tiny duo wakes up to their sizes swapped (they have no idea what to do)

• Borrower lives in bakery and gets caught, human only wants to give them sweets (so cute!!! Making little deserts and pastry’s!)

• Gay G/T. (It’s a slept on thing ok?)

• Giant who thinks he/she’s all big and tuff but follows tinys instructions out of fear (cuz they would do anything for the tiny tho)

• Human more scared of borrower than borrower is of them ( like the spider concept but turned around and ADORABLE)

G/T is such a difficult interest enjoy T^T

1. I cant draw hands.

2. There’s barely any G/T content for specific fandoms ESPECIALLY LESS KNOWN ONES (sanders sides)

3. G/T Isn’t popular enough for it to be Wildly available. I HAVE TO GO TO GREAT LENGTHS TO FIND ANY CONTENT (besides on tumblr we’re everywhere here)

4. I CANT CHANGE MY SIZE AND IT UPSETS ME

OK HEAR ME OUT

G/t size swap au where the og tiny is like a complete asshole, and og big usually doesn’t take it seriously, like small’s threats can’t *actually* hurt them so it’s fine. Until they wake up size swapped and OH SH- THE TINY GUY WHO KEEPS THREATENING TO STAB ME WITH A TACK IN MY SLEEP COULD ACTUALLY KILL ME NOW

This could go multiple ways like what if the tiny is actually a super caring dude and aggression is just their love language

or like what if they don’t get that og big is actually scared and mess with them more THE FEAR PLAY POSSIBILITIES I CANT—

If anyone knows a fic like this please share T^T

Content warning for talk of dehumanization, violence, and oppression:

Initially, I felt like I should mostly just stick to the sidelines at first since everyone else was putting things into words so well regarding the romanticization of the pet trope and how it’s disturbing seeing the real issue of dehumanization taken to a horrific extreme and then treated as cute, but a couple days ago I saw an anon’s ask here and it finally pushed me to post about the trope and issues around it.

First off, I wanna start by analyzing this romanticized version of the trope. To me, it seems like it comes from a perspective distanced from dehumanization, and they romanticize the concept and portray the issue as something easily resolved through a fun adventure, similarly to how someone distanced from war might write a novel about a heroic soldier fighting evil. It is an extreme simplification of a much larger, more sinister and complex issue that cannot be solved through one fun adventure.

For people with more experience around dehumanization, from POC to LGBT+ people in hostile environments, they’re more aware of how words fail against someone who dehumanizes you. They react as if you’re a dog barking or whining at them, not a person trying to ask for something beneath the bare minimum of respect.

A situation like these pet stories introduce, where an entire group is systematically treated as property, is a situation which cannot be resolved through kind words and communication. It is upheld through malevolence and indoctrination, and the only solution is to destroy the groups and people supporting these systems.

The average hero in a pet story shouldn’t be a human who buys a tiny and then personally recognizes “oh this is a person”, that’s someone who funded an insanely evil system and had a moral change from apathetically malevolent to showing others the barest amount of respect: not treating them as property or subhuman. The average hero would inevitably become a murderer due to their environment: they would need to kill those who support the selling and owning of people, from “pet” store owners to officials who encourage this act. Simply liberating the people kept as pets leaves those who sold them alive to capture and sell more, likely in a different place.

On top of that, the idea that one person free of oppression can come in, sympathize with the oppressed, and almost single-handedly resolve the issue feels way too much like a g/t version of the white savior trope. Realistically, the hero is just as (if not more) likely to be a tiny who sets traps and kills the humans who participate and perpetuate this horror.

“Making your voice heard” isn’t enough to “solve dehumanization”, especially not on a level as severe as that. You’d “solve” it through the destruction of all groups supporting this dehumanization, and at the very best this means the deaths of a few business owners and politicians who benefit from it, and at worst means flat-out war to obliterate those profiting off treating people as property.

Again, I feel that the romanticization of this trope comes from people who aren’t aware of the mental harm dehumanization causes, they likely aren’t considering it that way and are interpreting it the same way people have tiny characters be afraid of being captured by a giant: some distant fear or threat which can easily be subverted.

I don’t intend to blame people for lacking experience, I just want to ask them to listen to people who actually do have experience with the issue, and both respect those with experience and recognize the world of extreme evil this trope tolerates when romanticized. POC especially have brought up how disconcerting it is seeing the dehumanization they’ve experienced brought to a horrifying extreme and painted as acceptable, and a character’s fears and trauma from experiencing it either pushed aside or portrayed as cute.

In the end, what we need to do as a community is listen and respect. POC have made it clear multiple times that this is a trope they see as disturbing when romanticized, and the fact the community has failed to listen and respect this is extremely upsetting. We have to think critically about the content we produce, and the way it affects people, and the messages it sends, the work we post doesn’t just exist in a void.