u/GiantHands55

Giants were extinct, that’s what everyone had told you, that what everyone had told each other and it’s why everyone believed. The days of kingdoms being flattened underfoot and humans having a natural predator in the form of colossal doppelgängers were long gone.

You were in the back of a carriage, along with a group of other like-minded merchants like yourself. The sun was beginning to set, casting a faint, hazy orange glow over the treeline, time was not on your side for this next and final delivery for the night.

Carmen, your closest friend was asleep next to you, leaning against a sack of apples. You nudged his shoulder to wake him. “Hey, shift is almost over, but for now we need to need to keep up appearances for buyers.” You told him.

“I know. Sorry, I didn’t mean to. My wife's been having cravings since we found out about the pregnancy, we can hardly get a full night's rest for either of us… it will all be worth it though.” He said as he fixed his coat and put his glasses back on. “Will you be available fo-“

Something slammed in front of the carriage, causing the horses to cry and fall. You were flung to the opposite wall. Outside the door you could see a massive bare foot in the distance connecting to a leg that stretched far out of view from the window.

You could hear the drivers let out a yelp as the entire front of the carriage was crushed, the wall torn away in front of you and leaving you to fall on top of the giant foot. Carmen got out, shaking, tears of fear running down his cheeks and made a run for it.

He didn’t get far before a giant hand casually reached down and plucked them up between their fingers. You could hear Carmen’s desperate screams overhead, as you watched from a ground view. He was shoved into my open mouth and sealed into my massive body with a wet gulp.

You were simply left stranded on my foot, five toes surrounding you from below on all sides, knowing full well two people, once living and breathing, were now as flat as sheets of paper somewhere beneath you. Not to mention Carmen, a new chapter of his life was just ripped away from him by a being that shouldn’t even exist.

Still processing what just happened, you didn’t even notice my hand lowering to pluck you up and your panic was renewed as you were lifted hundreds of feet in the air, up to a face that filled almost your entire field of view. Every breath of mine drew gusts of warm air over your quivering body, my mouth was slightly ajar, my tongue slithering across the points of my teeth hungrily as my eyes zeroed in on you, seeming to devour you with my gaze alone.

“P-please… don’t eat me…” was all you could manage to say in a croaky voice that didn’t even come close to hiding how terrified you were. I do not react, simply staring at you for far too long for comfort. But instead of being thrown into my maw, my fingers closed around you in a fist that sealed you in darkness.

It was warm from my radiating body heat, just enough air seeped between my fingers for you to breathe. You didn’t know where I was taking you, but given what just happened you knew it couldn’t be anything good. Were you going to be eaten? Perhaps I was just saving you for later. Would you be tortured? You would assume I’d have no reason to do such a thing, but the sadistic smirk on my face when I ate Carmen said otherwise.

All that was certain was that your life now laid in a giant’s hands. A giant who’s made it clear how little human life means to them. You were alive, but you were on thin ice, one wrong word, one wrong move is now that difference between life and death.

You’re mine now, better not piss me off…

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Remember if I’m taking a while to get back to you or we have an active rp feel free to shoot another message my way! Not replacing anyone.

Hello! This one’s pretty open ended compared to my usual stuff. I hope I don’t need to specify that this is in a fantasy setting and that playing a fully genre giant isn’t really an option here, since Y’know, we’ve established I eat people,

I say “I” loosely here mind you, more making it clear who is who in this style of prompt. I almost never play myself which is why I left the giant’s appearance and gender ambiguous, same as yours. So any preference on what kind of giant you’d want to be held captive by is up to you!

This can go any number of ways. Whether you’re a sort of pet, slave, or whether there’s a very specific reason I can’t just kill you, or even if you just want a short, sweet roleplay with a death scene of your choosing! One of the main dynamics I want here is a sense that you’re walking on eggshells with a real sense that you’re in danger of being my next victim if I am unsatisfied with whatever purpose I kept you alive for, I’d even be willing to go as far as having my real interest in our roleplay be a factor that determines whether I should just kill you and end it or not. A long term scenario is possible… if you impress me, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up little thing…

Kinks/Interests: Vore, crush, feet, mouthplay, handheld, destruction, enslavement/ownership (in moderation) fearplay, gentle and cruel. Open to much more and willing to experiment with something new!

Limits: Underage, furries/anthros (I can compromise with Demi-humans) toilet fetishes, inflation, expansion and uneven growth, incest

Feel free to DM! Hope to hear from ya!

I imagine you all look shocked as hell reading this letter, especially since it’s bigger than you are. Yes I know you are living in my walls, yes I know you have been borrowing my food and hiding from me. It’s ok, really I don’t mind, why else do you think my floors and countertops got so much messier as of late?

Listen, I’m not going to hurt you or make you move out. You can stay here as long as you want, hell this has probably been your home longer than it’s been mine.

I get it, it’s your lifestyle, your culture, I wouldn’t dare intrude on that. Take the little scraps you need and if you can’t find enough to feed your family or let them live comfortably feel free to ask. Seriously it’s no big deal, one mouthful worth of food to me is like a weeks worth of groceries to you, I’m not so cruel as to not let you have your fill when you couldn’t possibly eat enough for me to even notice the difference.

That being said, for the love of god what possible reason could you have for taking my fucking wallet?

Aren’t you guys like an inch tall, that must’ve been heavy as fuck to you, and for what? Is it a bed? I’m so confused man.

You realize I’m not going to be able to buy food for any of us if I don’t have my bank card? Or my cash? Of course you don’t, you probably don’t even know how money works do you? That’s why you shouldn’t be bothering it. I feel like I have one of those fatass roommates who raids the fridge and eats everyone else’s food but instead of just food you’re taking important shit! Sorry, I meant *borrowing.*

How about this? You bring back my wallet and I use it to order us all pizza and watch a movie in the living room, since you don’t need to hide anymore. Maybe ice cream too! I don’t imagine you’ve ever had the pleasure, it would melt before you even get it to your little mouse hole…. Sorry was that comparison insensitive? I’m still kinda new to this whole tiny person thing. Really though, it will be fun! Our kinds don’t have to be mortal enemies, despite how I must look from your perspective I’m just an ordinary guy. No one is a pet or a pest under my roof, only friends. Ok?

- Signed, your “giant” roommate and benefactor, Ranger.

P.S. Ya’ll can read right? I didn’t think of that…

It was all so loud. You didn’t know where you were, you didn’t know why everything was so dark and why you were being flung around like you were in an amusement park ride without a harness. 

The walls of this place felt like they were padded like an asylum cell, as though to prepare for this exact scenario, yet still the hardest falls hurt. You passed out soon after. 

When you woke up you were finally greeted to sunlight, thank god. You were in a canyon… or an alley? Either way the sunlight finally illuminated where you had been trapped in this whole time. 

It was a briefcase. You were trapped in a fucking briefcase, your tiny prison was only one of hundreds of segmented boxes within to keep cargo separated and relatively unharmed. 

The sheer size of the alleyway hit you all at once with a sense of vertigo. You always knew this place was real, but you and many others of your kind had hoped to never have to step foot here. 

You were a *Gulliveran.* Or a human, as you are also known. Centuries ago Lemuel Gulliver made his historic voyage across the seas where he earned his name when he made first contact with the civilization of tiny people, known as the Lilliputians. 

Along his travels he also made contact with the opposite end of the spectrum. Brobdingnag, home of the arrogant and prideful race of giants known as Brobdingnagians. Or Brobs for short, since that name has always been a tongue twister. They weren’t all bad, not even now, but they had a bad rep for a reason. Their self centered view of dominance over weaker lifeforms meant they rarely ever saw the two smaller races as people, at best, minor oddities. At worst… a black market of trafficked Gulliverans and Lilliputians existed for a reason. 

That’s what you must’ve been, you couldn’t remember how you got here but it was obvious you were just cargo to whoever was carrying the suitcase. Speaking of which. 

The dead Brob woman next to you nearly made your heart skip a beat. Hearing that Brobdingnagians were 400 feet tall and seeing one in person were massively different experiences. What was ultimately just an ordinary woman’s body looked like a mountainside. A gun laid at her side where her arm was limp, same for the distant police officer who was also dead on the pavement. 

There was nothing left to do but to leave the crime scene and find a way out of this city of giants. Simply by being here undefended, you were in more danger than you had ever been in your life. To these people you were an inch tall, barely larger than your average bug. 

To some you were a trafficking victim in need of rescue.
To some you weren’t even worth paying attention to, for better or worse.
To some you were a pest, something to smear on the pavement for any reason they see fit. 
To a terrifying rare few, you were a toy or a delicacy… 

You had to find a way home or at least someplace truly safe, but it was an uphill battle. Perhaps someone could help you? No matter how friendly a Brob looked, looks can be deceiving. For every giant you interact with you’ll be putting your life in their hands to do with as they see fit. The sidewalks will be a battlefield of stomping feet and birds the size of dragons.

Welcome to Brobdingnag. 
Enjoy your stay while it lasts. 

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Hello! Hope everyone is doing well. Another scenario that makes use of my decision based survival mechanics. Go figure. This one is a bit different though, it’s not *just* about surviving. Yes you can get out of Brobdingnag but find yourself in the right living situation and you might not need to. This is the most choose-your-own-adventure feeling scenario from me as different choices can drastically shape the direction of the narrative. It’s also the first scenario of mine in a while that is compatible with gentle outcomes if that is what interests you. You might end up as someone’s pet, you might end up living in someone’s walls like a mouse, you might be squished underfoot, you might be resold on the black market or served as a lavish topping in someone’s meal at an expensive restaurant.

Remember if I haven’t responded to you in a while shoot me another message and I’ll get back to you!

The Brobs you interact with can be made to be predominantly if not entirely a gender of your choosing as to accommodate preferences. There are many directions this could go, good and bad. If you have any preferences on how harsh or forgiving you want this setting to be for you personally, let me know!

My interests are optional, limits are not. 

Kinks/Interests: Vore, crush, feet, mouthplay, handheld, destruction, enslavement/ownership (in moderation) fearplay, gentle and cruel. Open to much more and willing to experiment with something new! 

Limits: Underage, furries/anthros (I can compromise with Demi-humans) toilet fetishes, inflation, expansion and uneven growth, incest

Hope to hear from you! DMs are open as always. As is this and other posts unless stated otherwise. Looking forward to seeing how this plays out!

I don’t usually get this problem but sometimes when it does happen things can get a little misleading. In roleplay contexts different likes/kinks and limits all have their own terms.

For example, as a vore lover, two I hear often is the distinction between *soft* vore and *hard* vore. What is the difference you ask?

That also depends on who you ask because so far I’ve seen in almost equal parts two completely different definitions of what these terms mean.

The definition I’ve always understood is that soft vore is traditional vore where the prey is swallowed whole and alive even if the end point is still being digested, whereas hard vore refers to vore where the prey is injured during the ingestion process like cooking, biting or chewing, more extreme which is why the distinction between soft and hard vore is so useful as the latter is a common limit.

A prey partner who likes being swallowed whole and digested can list soft vore as a like and hard vore as a limit. All is good right?

But then I go out into the community, get some roleplays started, doing my giant thing and having fun. And I see soft vore being used as a term for vore where the prey is completely unharmed and safe throughout the whole ordeal, even saying things like “if they’re digested it isn’t soft vore” and using hard vore to describe digestion on top of its other definition.

So you mean *safe* vore? Or *non-fatal* vore? Or even *endo?* you have so many other terms that refer to the type of vore where the prey is unharmed and safe the entire time, even in the stomach. Why did you have to take safe vore, the only term that makes the distinction of prey being swallowed whole vs not whole regardless of if they’re harmed or not and just add it to the menagerie of other terms that mean the exact same fucking thing?

Now if someone uses either of those terms, I have to ask them which definition *they* follow before I know what they’re trying to communicate which defeats the purpose of even using them in the first place. Soft and hard vore as terms have been rendered meaningless and the worst part is I can’t say either definition is wrong because there is no dictionary or set of agreed upon rules that defines what means what. For all I know I and everyone else who uses the definitions I mentioned were the ones misusing them the whole time.

A similar subsection of people, albeit much smaller has different definitions of the terms “gentle and cruel” when it comes to giant characters. My understanding and that of most others I’ve talked to has always been that gentle giants are giants that either would never seriously hurt anyone or are at the very least morally justified if they ever do, whereas cruel giants refers to giants that are the more evil types like those that keep slaves, go on rampages and kill people etc.

It has not happened often but I have had cruel be used to describe to me a giant that is domineering and selfish but not necessarily willing to hurt anyone.

I get using nuance in the literal meanings of the words, like a giant can still be dangerous and violent but not necessarily be cruel at heart or a gentle giant can be harmless but rough and clumsy which doesn’t really mean they’re all that *gentle* to begin with.

Gentle and cruel as shorthand terms for both ends of the moral spectrum for giant characters is convenient and it’s ok to just say some characters may be somewhere between both. But if you tell me you want me to play a cruel giant in a roleplay without elaborating, I’m going to play an absolute monster who’s wrecking shit and squishing people and if you were expecting me to play a rude but loveable douchebag I’m gonna sue you for false advertising and fail in doing so because I don’t have an actual case to be made since the terms are SO FUCKING SUBJECTIVE.

Is this post pointless? Probably. Do these things peeve me? Abso-fucking-lutely.