u/GiantHands55

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.