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Your art is so cool and edible. I have a cold rn and its taken me down so maybe some art with tiny caring fir sick giant or visa versa đ
Hereâs a quick sketch! I donât see many sick-tiny scenarios soâŚ
Iâve been sneezing nonstop lately too, so I had to draw this one hehe Feel better soon!! đĽşđ
What if I was cuddling in bed with a sleepy giant who's nuzzling me to their cheek and giving me lazy pecks all over. And just before they doze off they sleepily mumble something like "Man, I'm so glad I didn't eat you when i found you". And I never realized that had been an option. So I spend the rest of the night quietly panicking while being clutched tightly against their face, staring intensely at their mouth and trying to figure out if they actually meant it or not <3
was cooking breakfast again so naturally thinking about doing it with a tiny. sausage links as long as they are tall. a plate of toast and eggs, each one the size of a king mattress. berries as large or larger than their head. butter as big as a bathtub.
but the scale itself is just the half of itâswinging open a fridge is like moving a mountain, and you do it so casually, just to bounce your foot and ponder inside. carrying a carton of eggs would be like lifting a bus for someone of their height, but you do it with ease and delicacy, putting it down as careful as you do them. cracking an eggshell is a couple taps to you, but theyâd have to hit the hell out of it just to crack it, never mind the mess of getting the egg out the shell. waves of heat washing over their little form on the counter while you cook with a stovetop and pan theyâd absolutely scorch themself with if they even tried to get close enough to useâif they could even see over the pan at all.
maybe your hands are too full to hold them when youâre done cooking, so you put them on your plate to ferry to the table. and there, at that great plateau, is where you sit to eat those sausage links as long as they are tall. to carve out a chunk of butter from that tub and scrape it over the mattress-sized toast. to eat your eggs with a fork taller than they are, with prongs just sharp enough to be frightening. to pop the berries as large as their head in your mouth like theyâre nothing, and then offer one with a smile. this is their breakfast, too, if they have the appetite to share.
Finally finished a little comic ⨠Took me way longer than I expected.
(Huge respect to comic artists who do this regularlyâyou guys are amazing đŤś)
Also dropping the âleftoverâ cuts here, because it was too much work throw away đ

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Have you ever thought about doing a possessive giant? Like one of those âIâm bigger than you so only I can protect youâ sort of ones. The fearplay potential always draws me to that concept.
finally got around to this request â thank you so much for waiting đ
iâve been dealing with a bit of an art slump and kept reworking this because it never felt right. still not 100% out of it, but this one felt presentable enough đĽ˛
For this piece, I initially went for a yandere vibe and tried to mimic a "manga" style, but I think my original art style still shines through lol;; đ
iâve got a backlog of requests, but with the holiday coming up iâll be chipping away at them!
Curiosity and Its Answer - Intrulogical Vore
Some strange thoughts itch at Logan as he studies the digestive system, but one side in particular knows his answers to them and is willing to show them to him. Â
Ship: Pred!Remus x Prey!Logan
Word Count: 1.7k
tw: detailed vore, foodplay, chewing mention, interacting with stomach acids
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Moonlight shone around the small blue room as the clock struck twelve. There was a murmur downstairs in the living and, one by one, all the sides started to retire for the night. The mind palace was now much more peaceful and was quiet. Logan looked up from his book as he saw the sides head inside their rooms. Heâd cooped himself up in his room all day, most of the time studying human anatomy, something Thomas took interest in. It was always fun learning something new and it could potentially help with Thomasâ health. He always encouraged them to make sure their health was in good condition and helped them form good habits.Â
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Chase
In which Violet, a borrower, has been seen, and must do her best to escape.
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Violetâs heart was pounding. A hand clutched over her chest did little to calm herself down as the booming footsteps grew closer to where she was hiding. The borrower had been seen, and knew she had to escape somehow, but she was also desperate to catch her breath.
The human had been after her all morning, chasing her from one hiding place to the next, and sheâd only just barely managed to escape his grasp each time. The closest heâd come to nabbing her was the brushing of the tips of his fingers across her back just before she managed to squeeze behind a bookshelf.
She wasnât sure how much more of this chase she could take. Would he ever give up? Would she be able to escape unscathed? Only time would tell, but time was quickly running out for her.
A foot slammed down terrifyingly close to where she was hiding, a nook between the fridge and counter in the kitchen. She cried out as he knelt and obstructed her entire view, trembling as she tried to crawl back further.
âThere you are. Where do you think youâre gonna go now?â
Her breathing quickened as he spoke, his tone dark and dangerous, and she began to evaluate her options. She knew she couldnât toss her hook from the angle she was at on the floor. There were no cracks in the wall for her to dart into in this particular spot, and all he had to do if he wanted to get to her was move the fridge just enough to slip his hand through the gap and catch her.
He took her eyes off of her, standing and placing his arms on either side of the fridge to do exactly that. With him not watching her, she took the brief moment of opportunity the distraction afforded her to run out from the gap past his feet, hoping he wasnât quick enough to notice and grab her immediately. The sound of the fridge scraping against the floor had her covering her ears, stunning her briefly, but not long enough for him to snatch her up. She scrambled away from his feet as he returned his attention to the exposed crevice, where she was no longer hiding.
âHey!â
She stumbled as he yelled, having to take precious time to recover her footing. Her adrenaline at its peak, she watched him scan the room, knowing he was trying to see which direction she ran off. She looked around for places to hide, spotting the entertainment cabinet she could hide under, knowing there was a crack in the wall behind it if she could get to it. Sheâd have to navigate herself through the living room first, though. It wasnât the closest option, but she knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand, and made a run for it.
âNo, youâre not getting away this timeâŚâ
The sinister inflection in his voice sent chills down her spine, reminding her of what sort of fate awaited her if she wasnât careful, if she was caught.
She couldnât allow that to happen. Violetâs tiny legs carried her as fast as they could as she sprinted across the wooden floor of the kitchen, knowing he wasnât far behind her as he stomped closer toward her. The stomping suddenly stopped, confusing her until she saw the shadow of his hand approaching, turning her head back to look behind her. She yelped as she saw him knelt down, reaching toward her. She felt his fingers touch her, but rolled out of the way just before his fist closed in, his hand grasping nothing. He tried once more, but she was too nimble, barely able to bolt away in time.
âQuit being so damn quick!â
She shook her head in response as she stepped onto the carpet and slipped beneath the couch, pausing for another moment to catch her breath. Her respite wouldnât last, however, and it wasnât long before the couch moved, and there he was looming over her again. She shrank back under his intense glare, frustration evident on his face as he reached for her. She backed away as his hand came closer to ending her escape, turning and sprinting to the other side of the couch. Hearing him grunt in annoyance, she sighed in relief as she once again evaded him.
Seeing that the cabinet wasnât too far, only a few feet away, she booked it in that direction before stopping as several loud booms came upon her, and he stepped in front of her to block her path. She fell back before scrambling as she got up again, turning and dashing back to the couch and hiding under it again. Her energy was quickly fading at this point, and she wasnât sure how much longer she could keep avoiding him when he moved so much faster than she could.
His persistence continued, and her heart sank when she watched him lower to the floor in front of the couch, laying between her and the entertainment cabinet. Violet cried out in terror as his arm reached under the couch after her, his fingers coming dangerously close to grabbing her.
A whimper escaped her as she tried to scuttle back from them, but they kept on reaching. Her legs were burning, and her lungs were screaming at her to rest, there was no way she could run to escape this time. She felt her chest tighten as he kept sweeping his arm under the couch for her, jolting when he finally bumped into her. His fingers grabbed empty air a couple of times before her leg was inevitably caught between his index and thumb.
âGotcha.â
Gasping as she felt her leg in his grasp, she kicked at his fingers to try to free her leg, and when that didnât work, she tried desperately to cling to the carpet as he slowly dragged her out from beneath the couch. For a moment, it seemed as if he was enjoying her terror, letting her latch back onto the carpet and crawl before grabbing her again, much like a cat toying with its prey. He taunted her as she fought back for what felt like forever before finally snatching her up into his hand.
She squirmed and struggled in his grasp as he slowly stood, trembling as he lifted her up into the air. He eyed her with satisfaction at finally having caught her after chasing her for so long. He opened his hand flat, leaving her shaking in his palm as his other hand approached her.
This was it, sheâd failed to escape. He was going to do to her whatever he wanted to, and she was helpless to fight back.
âAny last words?â
She curled inward with her eyes closed as his fingers approached her.
Violet, however, never truly expected pain or death.
Instead, the borrower felt a gentle prod at her side, followed by a ticklish sensation as the human wiggled the tip of his finger against her. Her eyes opened as he touched her lightly, and her terrified facade quickly disappeared as she began to laugh.
His menacing expression softened to a warm smile as he playfully tickled her, adding more fingers to the attack to overwhelm her. His other hand curled in to prevent her from rolling off as a result of losing control of herself, and she continued to laugh until she was breathless and her eyes teary. Her tiny hands tried and failed to push his fingers away.
âSt-Stop, stop it, Ian! Iâm gonna pee!â
He laughed heartily at her frantic words, watching as her face turned red and her legs began to kick. He then let up on his method of âtortureâ and allowed her to catch her breath. She laid flat in his hand as she recovered, placing both hands over her face in exasperation as she wiped tears away with her fingers.
âYouâre the worst,â she said, pointing an accusatory finger at him, and he responded with a smug grin. She placed her hands on the soft padding beneath her as she sat up, noticing his other hand cupping behind her for security as he walked to the couch and slowly sat down.
âYou alright?â Ian asked with a warm chuckle in his voice, sending her heart fluttering.
She nodded her head, a smile on her face despite her annoyance as she fixed her tousled hair. She leaned back against his cupped hand, taking a deep breath before addressing the dayâs events.
âYouâre getting better, that was much quicker than last time.â
Ian nodded his head, all of his attention on the tiny borrower he held so carefully in his hands.
âYou are too, youâre not as predictable anymore. Youâre taking more risks, though. I almost caught you multiple times.â
Violet smirked and clasped her hands in front of her.
âWell I canât keep hiding from you all the time. Itâs not as much fun without a bit of a chase.â
âI suppose, itâs fun watching you scurry around.â
She grinned as his thumb came down from above her to smooth over her hair. Her hands reached up to grab hold of it as he continued.
âHow about my acting, hm? Was I frightening enough for you? Was it too much?â
Violet laughed and shook her head, letting go of his thumb. Despite her own display of fear, every time Ian tried to sound scary or imposing, she would laugh internally. It was such a stretch from how he usually was that it was comical, yet she would keep up the terrified act anyway for the sake of immersion.
âI donât think itâs possible for you to be too frightening to me even if you tried, Ian.â
He gave her a bump with his thumb, knocking her over with a smirk.
âYouâre probably right.â
Always, he was concerned that he would go too far and somehow break her trust in him, but he knew that he had to trust her too, that she would let him know if she was genuinely scared.
He felt her tiny hands along his palm, wincing as she sat back up and groaned. His thumb returned to her, softly brushing down her shoulder as he leaned in closer to examine her.
âAre you hurt?â
âNo, but my legs are gonna be sore tomorrow.â
âWell, Iâm right there with you, I banged my knee on the coffee table trying to get on the ground.â
She snickered, of course he did. Ian always managed to injure himself somehow during their games.
All of the energy she used trying to get away from him started to catch up to her after finally being able to take a break. She slowly slumped back in his hands, feeling his fingers behind her and resting her hands on them. He spoke more softly to her.
âTired?â
âMhm.â
âAlright, come on. Letâs get comfortable.â
She nodded her head, grabbing his shirt as he brought her to his chest before he stood. With one hand keeping her secure to him, he used the other to arrange the pillows on the couch to one side. Bringing his other hand to cradle Violet, he sat on the couch and turned to lay down on his back, resting his head on the pillows.
The borrowerâs tiny weight settled on his chest comfortably. She let go of his shirt once he stopped moving, curling onto her side and cozied up to him as he effortlessly kept her warm. No, she could never be afraid of him.
I NEED unintentional fear play gt content INJECTED into my VEINS
Giant finds tiny and grabs them so they don't get away, and the tiny starts shaking a pleading not to he hurt, and the giant just has to try consoling them even though the tiny is scared out of their mind
Giant *yells* at a tiny, perhaps out of genuine anger, maybe even squeezing them by accident, and the tiny just starts crying, not knowing what to say or do, and the giant slowly realizes they took it to far and just just completely shift 180 into being soft and comforting, trying to fix their mistake
Giant thinks their being good and nice to the tiny since the tiny is going and agreeing with everything they say, but the tiny is actually scared out of their god damn mind, only going with the giant out of fear, which keeps building up until the tiny accidentally screams or runs away or does something that lets the giant know how scared they were, which just devastates them
AAHHHH I NEED!!!!!
I love writing fearplay.
I love finding so many ways to describe just how much fear, panic and terror a poor tiny is experiencing when theyâre at the mercy of a giant. They donât know what the giantâs intentions are, they just know that theyâre giant, and could hurt them even if they arenât trying to.
They could have been seen, chased, caught, and at the absolute limits of what their tiny little heart can take before they pass out from sheer stress, and thatâs the line I love to ride.
Shaking, curling in, crying, responding however their little body directs them to, thereâs also the giantâs reaction to consider too.
Are they only lightly worried about this tiny, or are they absolutely heartbroken to see someone so small feeling so much despair? Do they even care at all, or is this tiny nothing more than a mere annoyance for the giant?
How does the giant try to calm them down? Do they give them space, or go in for the scoop and comfort right away? Does it actually help, or does it only make things worse?
So many possibilities to consider and delve into, and I am so here for all of it.

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Fearplay is amazing, thereâs no doubt about that, but I also really love the amount of relief a tiny must feel when they realize/understand that this same giant that was so scary before actually doesnât have any desire to hurt them, or that their intentions are actually the opposite.
The tiny is still scared, of course, because that fear doesnât just disappear from knowing the giant doesnât want to hurt them. The giant is still absolutely massive and terrifying, and accidents are still a risk, the tiny just knows they wonât intentionally hurt them.
If they trust the giant enough, that all changes when theyâre scooped up for the first time, putting an enormous amount of trust in the giantâs hands. Depending on the situation, theyâre rewarded with all-encompassing warmth and comfort, aid, and/or other forms of assistance. If they befriend the giant, with enough of this over time, the tiny begins to wonder how they could have ever been so scared of them in the first place.
Falling asleep on a giantâs chest for the first time. Said giant leaves their palm right in front of you, being too shy to touch you and you reach out to hug their pinkie with your whole body, like a pillow, and they go jfksjdk-
Don't worry. He's totally into this.
Chase
In which Violet, a borrower, has been seen, and must do her best to escape.
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Violetâs heart was pounding. A hand clutched over her chest did little to calm herself down as the booming footsteps grew closer to where she was hiding. The borrower had been seen, and knew she had to escape somehow, but she was also desperate to catch her breath.
The human had been after her all morning, chasing her from one hiding place to the next, and sheâd only just barely managed to escape his grasp each time. The closest heâd come to nabbing her was the brushing of the tips of his fingers across her back just before she managed to squeeze behind a bookshelf.
She wasnât sure how much more of this chase she could take. Would he ever give up? Would she be able to escape unscathed? Only time would tell, but time was quickly running out for her.
A foot slammed down terrifyingly close to where she was hiding, a nook between the fridge and counter in the kitchen. She cried out as he knelt and obstructed her entire view, trembling as she tried to crawl back further.
âThere you are. Where do you think youâre gonna go now?â
Her breathing quickened as he spoke, his tone dark and dangerous, and she began to evaluate her options. She knew she couldnât toss her hook from the angle she was at on the floor. There were no cracks in the wall for her to dart into in this particular spot, and all he had to do if he wanted to get to her was move the fridge just enough to slip his hand through the gap and catch her.
He took her eyes off of her, standing and placing his arms on either side of the fridge to do exactly that. With him not watching her, she took the brief moment of opportunity the distraction afforded her to run out from the gap past his feet, hoping he wasnât quick enough to notice and grab her immediately. The sound of the fridge scraping against the floor had her covering her ears, stunning her briefly, but not long enough for him to snatch her up. She scrambled away from his feet as he returned his attention to the exposed crevice, where she was no longer hiding.
âHey!â
She stumbled as he yelled, having to take precious time to recover her footing. Her adrenaline at its peak, she watched him scan the room, knowing he was trying to see which direction she ran off. She looked around for places to hide, spotting the entertainment cabinet she could hide under, knowing there was a crack in the wall behind it if she could get to it. Sheâd have to navigate herself through the living room first, though. It wasnât the closest option, but she knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand, and made a run for it.
âNo, youâre not getting away this timeâŚâ
The sinister inflection in his voice sent chills down her spine, reminding her of what sort of fate awaited her if she wasnât careful, if she was caught.
She couldnât allow that to happen. Violetâs tiny legs carried her as fast as they could as she sprinted across the wooden floor of the kitchen, knowing he wasnât far behind her as he stomped closer toward her. The stomping suddenly stopped, confusing her until she saw the shadow of his hand approaching, turning her head back to look behind her. She yelped as she saw him knelt down, reaching toward her. She felt his fingers touch her, but rolled out of the way just before his fist closed in, his hand grasping nothing. He tried once more, but she was too nimble, barely able to bolt away in time.
âQuit being so damn quick!â
She shook her head in response as she stepped onto the carpet and slipped beneath the couch, pausing for another moment to catch her breath. Her respite wouldnât last, however, and it wasnât long before the couch moved, and there he was looming over her again. She shrank back under his intense glare, frustration evident on his face as he reached for her. She backed away as his hand came closer to ending her escape, turning and sprinting to the other side of the couch. Hearing him grunt in annoyance, she sighed in relief as she once again evaded him.
Seeing that the cabinet wasnât too far, only a few feet away, she booked it in that direction before stopping as several loud booms came upon her, and he stepped in front of her to block her path. She fell back before scrambling as she got up again, turning and dashing back to the couch and hiding under it again. Her energy was quickly fading at this point, and she wasnât sure how much longer she could keep avoiding him when he moved so much faster than she could.
His persistence continued, and her heart sank when she watched him lower to the floor in front of the couch, laying between her and the entertainment cabinet. Violet cried out in terror as his arm reached under the couch after her, his fingers coming dangerously close to grabbing her.
A whimper escaped her as she tried to scuttle back from them, but they kept on reaching. Her legs were burning, and her lungs were screaming at her to rest, there was no way she could run to escape this time. She felt her chest tighten as he kept sweeping his arm under the couch for her, jolting when he finally bumped into her. His fingers grabbed empty air a couple of times before her leg was inevitably caught between his index and thumb.
âGotcha.â
Gasping as she felt her leg in his grasp, she kicked at his fingers to try to free her leg, and when that didnât work, she tried desperately to cling to the carpet as he slowly dragged her out from beneath the couch. For a moment, it seemed as if he was enjoying her terror, letting her latch back onto the carpet and crawl before grabbing her again, much like a cat toying with its prey. He taunted her as she fought back for what felt like forever before finally snatching her up into his hand.
She squirmed and struggled in his grasp as he slowly stood, trembling as he lifted her up into the air. He eyed her with satisfaction at finally having caught her after chasing her for so long. He opened his hand flat, leaving her shaking in his palm as his other hand approached her.
This was it, sheâd failed to escape. He was going to do to her whatever he wanted to, and she was helpless to fight back.
âAny last words?â
She curled inward with her eyes closed as his fingers approached her.
Violet, however, never truly expected pain or death.
Instead, the borrower felt a gentle prod at her side, followed by a ticklish sensation as the human wiggled the tip of his finger against her. Her eyes opened as he touched her lightly, and her terrified facade quickly disappeared as she began to laugh.
His menacing expression softened to a warm smile as he playfully tickled her, adding more fingers to the attack to overwhelm her. His other hand curled in to prevent her from rolling off as a result of losing control of herself, and she continued to laugh until she was breathless and her eyes teary. Her tiny hands tried and failed to push his fingers away.
âSt-Stop, stop it, Ian! Iâm gonna pee!â
He laughed heartily at her frantic words, watching as her face turned red and her legs began to kick. He then let up on his method of âtortureâ and allowed her to catch her breath. She laid flat in his hand as she recovered, placing both hands over her face in exasperation as she wiped tears away with her fingers.
âYouâre the worst,â she said, pointing an accusatory finger at him, and he responded with a smug grin. She placed her hands on the soft padding beneath her as she sat up, noticing his other hand cupping behind her for security as he walked to the couch and slowly sat down.
âYou alright?â Ian asked with a warm chuckle in his voice, sending her heart fluttering.
She nodded her head, a smile on her face despite her annoyance as she fixed her tousled hair. She leaned back against his cupped hand, taking a deep breath before addressing the dayâs events.
âYouâre getting better, that was much quicker than last time.â
Ian nodded his head, all of his attention on the tiny borrower he held so carefully in his hands.
âYou are too, youâre not as predictable anymore. Youâre taking more risks, though. I almost caught you multiple times.â
Violet smirked and clasped her hands in front of her.
âWell I canât keep hiding from you all the time. Itâs not as much fun without a bit of a chase.â
âI suppose, itâs fun watching you scurry around.â
She grinned as his thumb came down from above her to smooth over her hair. Her hands reached up to grab hold of it as he continued.
âHow about my acting, hm? Was I frightening enough for you? Was it too much?â
Violet laughed and shook her head, letting go of his thumb. Despite her own display of fear, every time Ian tried to sound scary or imposing, she would laugh internally. It was such a stretch from how he usually was that it was comical, yet she would keep up the terrified act anyway for the sake of immersion.
âI donât think itâs possible for you to be too frightening to me even if you tried, Ian.â
He gave her a bump with his thumb, knocking her over with a smirk.
âYouâre probably right.â
Always, he was concerned that he would go too far and somehow break her trust in him, but he knew that he had to trust her too, that she would let him know if she was genuinely scared.
He felt her tiny hands along his palm, wincing as she sat back up and groaned. His thumb returned to her, softly brushing down her shoulder as he leaned in closer to examine her.
âAre you hurt?â
âNo, but my legs are gonna be sore tomorrow.â
âWell, Iâm right there with you, I banged my knee on the coffee table trying to get on the ground.â
She snickered, of course he did. Ian always managed to injure himself somehow during their games.
All of the energy she used trying to get away from him started to catch up to her after finally being able to take a break. She slowly slumped back in his hands, feeling his fingers behind her and resting her hands on them. He spoke more softly to her.
âTired?â
âMhm.â
âAlright, come on. Letâs get comfortable.â
She nodded her head, grabbing his shirt as he brought her to his chest before he stood. With one hand keeping her secure to him, he used the other to arrange the pillows on the couch to one side. Bringing his other hand to cradle Violet, he sat on the couch and turned to lay down on his back, resting his head on the pillows.
The borrowerâs tiny weight settled on his chest comfortably. She let go of his shirt once he stopped moving, curling onto her side and cozied up to him as he effortlessly kept her warm. No, she could never be afraid of him.
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Well...Uhmmmm....
so i love g/t fluff where the giant is shown to be not so scary after all but also when the giant is in fact the monster in like a monster horror story or something? that's good too
a giant has strength that renders others helpless against them, but also has the calculation and reasoning of a human being. combine that with a malicious intent and that's scary !! like what do you do when they can just pick you up and you can't fight back can't really run, their strides and their reach are so great that they don't even have to try in order to catch up to you. maybe you can hide somewhere, but they can very easily just figure out a way to lull you into a false sense of security... or just break open your hiding spot to get you. both cute gentle giants and evil scary giants are good