Hello!

Welcome to my blog! I don’t have a lot here yet but that will change over time.

This is a space where I plan to post stories about my various characters, all of which will be heavily themed around G/t (giant/tiny, extreme size differences). While some of these will involve romance, all of them will be strictly sfw aside from occasional language. None of my stories will involve vore.

This list consists of stories and characters I am actively developing and writing about, though I can’t make any promises about an upload schedule. If you want to throw any prompts my way though, feel free and I’ll see what I can do!

POV

Shorts that I write from the reader's point of view!

'Asleep'

Snuggled Up

Pocketed

Warm Hands

Wisps and Shadows

Kova and Hazel, enemies-to-friends, must figure out why their forest has fallen ill and what they can do to save it.

Comfort in the Shadows (one-shot)

Swept Away

A borrower, Violet, finds herself the victim of a flash flood, losing her home, and nearly her life. A human, Ian, spots her struggling in the current and saves her. Violet has to cope with losing everything on top of being seen, and Ian does his best to adapt to her struggles and needs while keeping her existence a secret.

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Chase (one-shot)

Sterling and Penelope (title pending)

After losing her father, Penelope inherits something she never could have imagined. A being made of energy and light named Sterling has promised her his protection, and he can power and operate a sixty-foot tall metal vessel. Struggling with her grief, Penelope learns to cooperate with both Sterling and humans to battle both her emotions, and high energy magical storms that threaten their society.

Kay and Eva

K’hadrion (Kay) is a being from another world who finds himself trapped in an astral/spectral plane without a physical form. He needs the help of a human to escape and after a few attempts of randomly reaching out telepathically, he finally makes contact with Eva, who agrees to help him. The two bond over time as they relate to each other’s social struggles, and become close by the time he’s able to return to the physical world. Eva then learns that not only is Kay a giant, but he’s also a prince.

Azlier and Sophia

Sophia has always been an outcast in her village, hated by its people for reasons she doesn’t know. After her father dies, the last protection she had from the rest of the villagers, they chase her from her village and she inadvertently stumbles into the territory of the fallen god Azlier, a towering being known for his cruel past toward humans. He saves her life, but he’s not happy about it, and they must both learn to adapt to living together.

Jessie and Dylan

Jessie and Dylan have been together for a while, but Dylan always had some odd behaviors Jessie could never quite wrap her head around. She discovers that the reason he’s so dodgy is because he’s a size shifter, and can’t always contain his true natural size all the time. Jessie learns of past failed relationships because of this, and she is determined to stick by his side, as he’s done for her, and make it work.

Don't Be Afraid

A story I wrote when I was much younger, preserved and re-uploaded here!

One-shots!

Stories that don't take place in an established story setting.

Dreaming of Him (Kova character introduction)

Spice

I find that I really struggle to write scenes where a tiny is waking up after being held and cuddled by a giant while they slept, because then I imagine myself in that position and think about how I wouldn’t want to do anything else but lay in bed with the giant all day.

Usually this just leads to me giving up and writing another scene where they fall asleep together again, and nothing productive gets done 😂

“Let sleeping giants lie”

No, no, I want to lie with the sleeping giant.

Had a dream where I was tiny in a really dark house and there was a giant (roughly 40 feet), he knew I was there and trying to be playfully threatening and I was, naturally, freaking out and terrified as he was getting closer.

He then realized I was actually really scared and stopped immediately, and tried to comfort me instead. He got closer, lowered himself onto his knees and reached both hands out toward me, palm up. I calmed down and walked over to him, and put my hands on both of his, grabbing the tips of his fingers, and I remember smiling while holding onto him.

It was still really dark (idk why he didn’t turn any lights on lol) but I remember the shapes of his hands really well, even if I could barely see them. Once we made that contact, I was much more comfortable around him. I don’t remember what happened after that, but it was just a really sweet moment I’m glad I got to experience 🥰

Hoodie Pocket (Tiny PoV)

One of the best parts of living with giants, you’ve realized, is that there’s no shortage of places to simply just hang out. In their hands, on their shoulder, curled up on their chest, all are fantastic choices at any given time.

Today, however, you’ve hidden yourself away in your friend’s hoodie pocket, relaxing comfortably in the cozy, hammock-like environment as it cradles you close to them. The warmth is soothing, and you’re allowed decent airflow from either entrance of the pocket, keeping you nice and comfortable as you lay tucked away.

You, however, haven’t been left alone in here. Hands from either side have occasionally been joining you, idly engaging in softly stroking you, holding you, or delicately fidgeting with you in their fingers. You’ve been responding in kind, leaning into their affection or playfully struggling in their hold as they mess with you.

None of it bothers you terribly, of course. You know that if you want to be left alone, all you need to do is speak up. As it stands right now, with their hands gently holding you to them, you have no intention of doing that. You’re content to lay curled up on your side, basking in the full attention of the hands that keep you nestled close and snug as their thumb softly strokes your shoulder.

You reach a tiny hand up and place it on one of their fingers that curls so carefully around you, earning a soft chuckle from above you as your minuscule gesture is noticed. You feel the gentlest of squeezes closer to them as they respond, making sure you feel their attention on you even if they can’t see you.

You may be hidden, but you’re never ignored, disregarded or forgotten. You can feel all of the shifting of their body as they adjust their position, and you know they can feel your own tiny movements as you lay snuggled against them. Even if their attention is divided, you know that their brain is so wired to being around you that their gentle interactions with you are on autopilot. They can give you the care and affection you need without having to think about it. Their body just knows exactly what to do and how to act around you, so even if they’re distracted or talking with other people, their attention is never fully taken off of you.

You yawn and cuddle yourself up against them, hearing another chuckle and feeling their thumb run down the side of your face for a moment.

“Getting sleepy in there?”

You nuzzle against their thumb and yawn again, letting go of their finger and pulling your arms in to let their hands support you entirely, to show and remind them of how much you trust them. This earns you another soft chuckle, and you feel their hands close in around you slightly, ensuring you feel safe and protected by them.

“I’ve got you. Get some sleep, little one. Sweet dreams.”

You smile to yourself as you begin to drift off, never having felt safer falling asleep.

I’m in such a mood to write G/t fluff but I’m also exhausted and will absolutely fall asleep thinking about what I’m writing happening to me, especially with my weighted blankets and heated mattress pad…

I’ve started working on some PoVs from the giant’s perspective 👀

A giant and tiny who are comfortable enough to sleep together is amazing and great. They’re both so careful at first, but they eventually get to the point where it doesn’t matter if one or the other moves while they sleep. They’re so accustomed to each other that adjustments in response happen automatically while they’re both still asleep.

They both have to take a moment after waking up to figure out their bearings. Where did the tiny end up this morning? Oh, sprawled out right on the giant’s face. The giant? Rotated 90 degrees on the bed at some point. Blankets? Half on the floor. It’s complete chaos but they’re used to it by this point 😂

Stalemate

Who will initiate such close contact first?

It’s been a few months since you’ve met your host. As a borrower, it’s tricky to navigate relationships with any humans, with the standard rule being not to have any at all. Something about this one in particular, though... for some reason, you’ve swiftly gone from being terrified of him to trusting him enough to spend time away from the security of the walls in his home.

You don’t quite understand how, but he’s somehow convinced you to start sleeping in his room with him on his nightstand. You think you heard him say something about the weather getting colder, that he keeps his room warm, that he wants to protect you. You aren’t entirely sure though, given how much he was awkwardly mumbling about it.

Either way, you’ve found yourself snuggled up in a small blanket that’s been bundled up for you on his nightstand. You’ve brought your blanket and pillow from your home, and while you’ve honestly never felt more exposed, you’ve also never been this comfortable while sleeping before. Life as a borrower has never really been about comfort, but you can’t help but let yourself enjoy the feeling of waking up more refreshed than ever before.

You’ve noticed, however, the same feeling of being seen as you had when he first caught you stuck high up after having dropped your hook. You can tell he’s been watching you after you’ve closed your eyes. It would be creepier if you could say you weren’t doing the exact same thing every now and then, watching this enormous being sleeping so quietly just feet away from you.

Something about seeing him sleep so peacefully allures you. You’ve become increasingly annoyed at your mind plaguing you with thoughts of how it would feel to be held by his gentle hands while he sleeps. All it took was one brief moment of consideration, and now the idea just won’t leave you alone. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but you’ve even had dreams about him holding you, protecting you, keeping you warm and safe from a world that’s just too big for you.

You’d been wondering if he feels the same until you two made a brief moment of eye contact. Immediately, you saw the warm, protective look in his eyes, and you know he saw the yearning look in yours to be closer to him. Now that you know exactly how he’s been watching you, it’s only fueled your emotions more, and you can only imagine how he feels after seeing how you were watching him too.

At this point, you’re trapped in a stalemate. You want so badly to fall asleep on his warm chest, to feel hands that once terrified you hold, comfort, and keep you warm against him. You know he deeply desires to tuck you close to him while you sleep, to feel your tiny body safely nestled away under his hand, but neither of you have said anything about it. You’re both too shy, and this has been dragging on for far longer than it should have at this point.

You don’t know which of you is going to crack first. You’ve almost opened your mouth a couple of times to bring it up, and you know he’s almost reached for you just as much. Both of you have been bailing at the last second, however, leading to continued internal anguish as you both end up sleeping in two different beds yet again.

As you wrap yourself up under your blanket to go to sleep alone on your tiny bed on his nightstand again, you hear a defeated sigh a few feet from you. You can feel his presence close by, stiffening as you know his eyes are locked onto you. He looms over you, his shadow encompassing you entirely as he reaches in. You can hear his breathing, slightly faster than usual. His nerves are on full display, but you keep yourself still as you are, curled up in the folds of the blanket with the softest surface you’ve ever slept on, wondering what happens next.

He softly brushes the back of a finger over you, gauging your reaction as you stiffen for a moment, then relax under his touch. He whispers softly to you, and you feel chills across your entire body as he speaks two words to you.

“Come here.”

You immediately feel warmth through your entire body, knowing what’s about to happen next. Ever so gently, his fingers begin to work their way through the folds of the blanket, seeking out and curling around you as he lifts you up, taking your own tiny little blanket with you as you cling tightly to it.

Despite his loose hold on you, you’re certain he won’t drop you. He brings you safely across the gap between the nightstand and his bed, and moments later, you’re lowered and softly laid down onto his chest.

The moment you make contact with the vast, living surface beneath you, you curl inward under your blanket as he adjusts his position. You’re exactly where you’ve wanted to be, and the different emotions swirling inside you are making it really hard to be relaxed about this. It’s only when you feel his massive hand come to softly rest atop you that you’re shaken from your frantic thoughts, realizing you’re surrounded entirely by him, now.

You feel warm, you feel cared for, you feel safe under his hand, acting as a massive weighted blanket atop you to keep you feeling secure and protected. You never thought you’d be here, being cuddled to sleep by the very thing you’d been taught to avoid your entire life, yet here you are.

You’re hard pressed to remember a time in your life where you felt happier and safer. You can feel the rise and fall of his breathing and his heart slowly beating beneath you. It’s a constant reminder that he’s alive, and it comforts you. His thumb begins to rub soft, small circles over your shoulder, coaxing you to relax and take a deep breath. He’s got you, he’ll keep you safe, there’s nothing you need to worry about. For now, it’s time to fall asleep. Just close your eyes and let yourself slowly drift off…

200 followers!

That’s crazy, what a way to start off the year. Thank you all so much!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I know I’ve said this multiple times but I am so glad to be back in the G/t community, and I’ve really been enjoying writing stuff for y’all. This year I plan to expand more on some of my other characters and write more of my fleshed out stories (on top of everything else), and I’m really excited to get into it.

I also need to start drawing again, it’s tough figuring out where to start but this year for sure I’ll be working on that.

Hoping to make some more friends in the community as well, I’m still pretty shy but I’m working on that too 😅

Here’s to 2026, which I’m starting feeling a lot more true to myself 🥳

I’m not saying this because someone has accused me or anything but I still wanna say it so it’s out there. I never have and never will use AI in my writing. Anything I put up on my blog is and always will be 100% human-created, and this includes any artwork I post as well.

Fearplay is amazing, there’s 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 doesn’t have any desire to hurt them, or that their intentions are actually the opposite.

The tiny is still scared, of course, because that fear doesn’t just disappear from knowing the giant doesn’t want to hurt them. The giant is still absolutely massive and terrifying, and accidents are still a risk, the tiny just knows they won’t intentionally hurt them.

If they trust the giant enough, that all changes when they’re scooped up for the first time, putting an enormous amount of trust in the giant’s hands. Depending on the situation, they’re 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.

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 they’re at the mercy of a giant. They don’t know what the giant’s intentions are, they just know that they’re giant, and could hurt them even if they aren’t 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 that’s the line I love to ride.

Shaking, curling in, crying, responding however their little body directs them to, there’s also the giant’s 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.

Fearful (Tiny PoV)

In which you’ve found yourself shrunken down out of nowhere and have a frightening encounter!

You slowly come back into consciousness. You don’t open your eyes yet, though, because you’re immediately more focused on the ringing in your ears and the painful pounding in your head. Your breath quickens, and you curl inward to cover your head, but after a few moments, it slowly goes away.

You calm your breathing, then finally open your eyes to find your bearings. Pushing yourself into a seated position on the hardwood floor, your eyes dart around, and you feel a sense of confusion and discomfort at what you see. You know where you are, but nothing is right at all.

A bed the size of a building looms over you as you crane your neck back. Off to your left sits your towering desk and chair, and your massive dresser to the right. Everything is making your head spin, and you look back down at the floor beneath you as you try to comprehend and process what’d just happened to you.

You’ve shrunk, and you gather that you’re probably no more than four inches tall, and you’re sitting out in the middle of the floor. You’re exposed, vulnerable, and you begin to hear soft thuds in the distance that slowly approach the room you’re in. Footsteps, you realize, and then it suddenly hits you. If you’re smaller than everything in this room, you’re smaller than everyone as well. The sound of your roommate’s voice calls out to you, and you have no idea how to respond, or if you even should.You don’t really have much time to think as he steps into the doorway. You watch him look around your room for you, a container of food in his hand, and you freeze.

You know deep down that you can trust him. He’s been your rock through everything you’ve been dealing with for the past few years. Yet, in this moment, you can’t help but feel absolute terror when you see just how much bigger he is now.

“Where are you at? Food’s here! It should help with your headache.”

Right, the headache you’d been complaining about earlier. You chalked it up to a lack of sleep, but something about it still felt wrong, and now you might have an idea why. He takes a step into the room, and that’s all it takes for you to cry out and scuttle back against the bed. The drawers beneath the bed prevent you from backing up any further, and unfortunately for you, the movement seems to have drawn his attention to you.

The moment his eyes meet yours, you watch his face fall immediately as he realizes what’s happened. He takes a much more cautious step further into the room to set what was originally supposed to be your food on your desk before turning back to you. You watch as he then takes a few steps closer before slowly lowering onto the ground and sitting in front of you.

You’re shaking at this point, both from fear but also from your lack of adequate body heat at this size. Paralyzed with fear, all you can do is sit there and wait to see what he would do. When he reaches out slowly toward you with a hand that could easily wrap around you entirely, you cry out and try to back away again, but you have nowhere to go. No matter where you think you could run, he’s close enough now that he could reach out and grab you before you managed to make it even five steps away.

His hand closes in. You begin to whimper, tears brimming in your eyes as he curls his index inward. Your eyes are locked onto it and you try to lean away, but finally it comes too close, and you close your eyes instead, crying out when the back of it softly brushes against you.

“Shh, shh… it’s okay,” he croons to you quietly, the same way he would any other time you were struggling and needed support.

Hearing how soft his voice is, feeling how gently his index rubs against your side, you feel just enough of your fear melt away to open your eyes and look up into his. You see no hints of malice, no ill intentions in his eyes as he watches over you. All you see is concern and sympathy, and though you’re still terrified, you’re able to control your breathing a bit more.

“Come here,” he nearly whispers, and you feel your adrenaline kicking in as you quickly realize what he means.

The small amount of progress you’d made toward not being afraid of him is instantly erased. Your breathing becomes rapid again as he now reaches both of his hands toward you. You shake your head and whimper again as he surrounds you on either side with them, bringing them both toward you. You’re shaking as they make contact, confident that you’ve never been this scared before.

He continues to softly shush you as he gently gathers you into his hands, your tiny panicked squirms no match for the massive fingers that effortlessly contain you within his hands. Even using only the smallest amount of strength, he quickly overpowers you and you find yourself being lifted up off of the floor. All you can do is tremble, cling, and cry as you’re now at his complete mercy. You hide your face in your hands, not wanting to see just how high up you are.

You know you can trust him, you know he would never hurt you, but it doesn’t make your situation any less terrifying. This absolutely massive being just lifted you from the floor with no struggle or effort on his part, and there’s nothing you can do about it. There’s nothing you can do about anything at your current size.

Just when you feel hopelessness begin to creep in, however, you feel a warm, gentle pressure around you. You slowly uncover your eyes to find that your roommate is holding you to his chest, surrounding you in warmth as his thumb runs along your shoulder.

“I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay.”

You can feel the way his voice rumbles in his chest, the vibrations passing through you as he speaks. You wouldn’t have imagined that anything about him at this size would be comforting, but for some reason, feeling his voice is what grounds you. In that moment, you finally feel your fear dissipating as you now relish the feeling of being held in a moment of such intense vulnerability outside of your control.

You reach out to grab onto his shirt and bury your face against it as you cry. His hands carefully shift around you, holding you just a bit tighter to him as you gradually begin to calm down.

“There we go. I know this is really scary for you, but I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

You look up to see him softly smiling, nodding in response before nuzzling back against his shirt. He holds you just a bit tighter with one hand as he uses the other to help himself stand up, quickly returning it to you once he’s on his feet.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you don’t care quite as much about that, focusing only on the feeling of him holding you. Even though you’re so much smaller than him now, nothing about the way he’s treating you so far has been any different.

His hold shifts on you one more time as he slowly sits, then lays back, letting your tiny weight transfer to be resting on his chest now. He keeps a hand resting over you, his thumb idly stroking across your hair. Looking around, you realize that he hasn’t actually gone very far, opting to instead lay with you in your room on your bed.

“Is this alright?”

You slowly nod your head, curling inward to snuggle in on his chest.

“I’ve heard of this happening before a couple of times, but it’s extremely rare… I was hoping this wasn’t why you had a headache, but uh, here we are I guess.”

You sigh to yourself, pressing your ear down onto his chest to listen to his heart beating beneath you, letting it comfort you as you try to process everything.

“There’s a treatment for it, but it’s a bit tricky to find. I’ve heard it sometimes goes away on its own too, but there’s always a risk of it happening again. It can’t be cured, but we can hope at least that this doesn’t happen too often.”

You nod again, feeling a twinge of hope as you learn of a potential solution to your dilemma.

“Until then, I’ll be here for you. No matter what you need, all you have to do is ask. We’ll figure things out as we go, and even if it’s a bit rough, everything will be alright.”

After experiencing such a drastic change in size, an immense amount of fear, and an emotional collapse, you find yourself yawning and looking up at him.

“Getting sleepy?”

You nod.

“Do you want me to put you down so you can sleep?”

You immediately shake your head and grip his shirt tight again, feeling a soft chuckle beneath you.

“Alright, alright, just checking. I didn’t know if you’d want to sleep here like this or not.”

You nod your head one last time, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift off to sleep listening to his heartbeat. You don’t know what the future holds, but you know that as long as you have him, you’ll be just fine.

Happy holidays! I hope y’all enjoy whatever you celebrate 😄

The amount of trust a tiny needs to have in someone to let them hold them is already immense, putting their life, their entire being into a giant’s hand. Now the giant wants to stroke them with a finger attached to the very appendage used to lift up their entire body effortlessly that also happens to be as big as the tiny is?

Imagine how gratifying it would be for the giant to earn that trust for either situation. They both know how delicate the giant needs to be, but somehow despite the immense size difference, the giant is still able to hold and comfort them with gentleness and dexterity enough to lessen any risks significantly, if not entirely.

Over time any physical interaction involving hands becomes second nature for both of them. The tiny doesn’t even flinch anymore when the giant’s hands approach them, and the giant is so used to how the tiny’s body feels in their hands that they’re able to adjust how they’re holding them as needed without thinking about it. The two of them have so much trust and familiarity with each other that it’s not even a question anymore.