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[bellametre]

How on earth do you capitalize it?

I've struggled with this since the day I delved into the community. I cannot figure out how to spell it. Google is no help, so maybe some of you who are a little more grammatically adept can help me out here:

Giant/Tiny Giant/tiny giant/tiny

Same with the abbreviation:

G/T G/t g/t

Which one is it? Does it change based on the context? Or is it always capitalized? How about when "community" is put after it? Does the correct spelling not have a slash in the middle, as in "gianttiny,"? Does it even matter?

I don't mean to nitpick, but I want to know how to correctly use the term once and for all. I've researched abbreviations, proper nouns, and formal and contemporary tones, but I can't find an answer.

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME I'M GOING INSANE

[bellametre]

HELLO???? THIS STORY IS SO INCREDIBLY MAGNIFICENTLY AMAZING??? It's a take on Jack and the Beanstalk with buckets of G/T, a beautiful adversaries-to-friends-to-lovers relationship, tons of angst and fluff, and genuinely fantastic writing!!!

GO READ THIS, G/T COMMUNITY, I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED

Beanstalk Chapter One

I've never played Fable, but the trailer filled with great G/T vibes sparked my interest to write a story based on the characters, Dave the vegetable enthusiast, and the hero of the story (who I named Rory). I've always wanted to write a fairytale, jack and the beanstalk type story and this just clicked it all together!

It's now a completed story with ongoing shorts being written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Chapter One

            The earth had shaken the entire village with its rumbling, they had told her, as she sat with a tankard of ale that night at the local (and only) bar and inn. Once they realized she was a Jack, the townsfolk fell over themselves to tell her the tale. A giant beanstalk-like plant had spontaneously sprouted out of the earth, miles away, through the other side of the forest – but it was so large that the earthquake that occurred at its growth still reached them in their homes. The cobblestone paths were left cracked and humped, and cottages sat askew. Though the earthquake had passed, they were still afraid of it. Not the plant itself – but of what could climb down.

            Now with the next day’s early morning sun rays gently lighting up the sky, Rory broke out of the forest and into a clearing, stopping short as her gaze immediately landed on the forementioned beanstalk. You couldn’t miss it.

Normally she had to be wary of embellishments in fireside tales, but there was no embellishment here. The giant beanstalk’s base was so wide that ten men could circle it but still not touch hands. The rest of its heavy, leaf-laden stalk circled up so impossibly high it disappeared above the lower cloud cover.

It looked like an impossibility in the middle of the meadow.

It looked exactly like the kind of thing she’d been searching for.

Rory adjusted the sword at her back, making sure the straps were tight. If it were to slip lose as she climbed, she’d have no way to fix it, and she didn’t want to imagine facing whatever was up there empty handed.

The closer she got to the stalk, the more impossibly large it became. She was glad she’d eaten a hearty meal before leaving the inn, she needed every bit of her strength for this.

With one last glance around at the peaceful meadow, Rory made her ascent.

Finally, with what felt like days but was most likely only hours, Rory threw herself off of the beanstalk in the sky and tumble onto… Earth?

She pushed herself up to her knees with wobbly arms, scraping her dark blonde hair off her sweaty forehead. Pieces of the ponytail had escaped despite how tight she had tied it back, and her entire body was now coated in sweat, especially down her back where her sword remained strapped. Despite wanting to address her aches and pains, Rory’s trained gaze took in the grassy meadow she’d fallen onto, the clouds above, a forest of strange trees on her left, and grass ahead that stood so tall it would tower above her head even when she stood.

Giant grass. She grimaced, trying not to picture what size other things on this land were if the grass itself freaked her out.

“I’m not freaked out,” she tried assuring herself. “I’m a fierce and noble hero. I’ve defeated horrifying beasts of legend, I’m not afraid of tall grass.” But the weight in the pit of her stomach grew heavier with dread.

She was a little afraid of the tall grass.

“Pull yourself together,” Rory muttered, rolling her eyes as she pressed off her knees to come to a shaky stand. “Find the source of the beanstalk. Find the girl. Get paid.” She brushed dirt off the knees of her trousers but paused, reconsidering. “I mean – be fulfilled from doing a good deed… But then still get paid.”

Plan in mind, Rory began the long trek through the forest of grass toward what she hoped was the right direction. The shapes on the left that she’d assumed were a normal crop of trees at first assessment actually appeared to be an impossibly ginormous vegetable garden. Pumpkins and cucumbers, beans and peppers – they all could flatten a house at their size.

Speaking of houses – Rory’s steps faltered as this one came into view. Or rather, it obscured her view. It was a cottage, which could’ve been described as quaint if it wasn’t so terrifying. She came to a stop at the front door, craning her head back to try to take in the entire scope of it, but gave up once a headache started to throb at her temples. It was wooden, with metal hinges and door handle that looked well-oiled and maintained. Opening it would be an impossibility.

Biting the inside of her lip, she scanned the bottom of the door, looking for a way in.

Her eyebrows rose as she spotted a splintered crack at the bottom, barely noticeable on the large frame but just the perfect size for her to squeeze through. Taking in a deep breath and releasing it, Rory lowered her head and crept through the crack.

The way the inside of the cottage opened up before her made her head spin instantly, and she leaned against the back of the door to get her bearings. The tall grass and insane garden had been one thing, but this – this cottage! Everything looked like what you’d expect in a cottage kitchen – pots and dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, a kettle off on the counter, a humble wooden table and chairs neatly pushed into place – but hundreds times the size. The ceiling of the thatched roof rose so far above her she almost couldn’t see it, and the rest of the room yawned before her, shocking her to her core.

Her hands fumbled to check the sword at her back one more time, trying to steady her nerves with its familiar shape. But it didn’t bring her comfort this time, not while she stood surrounded by things that towered over her like this, completely in a foreign land.

With a quick shake of her head, Rory tried to pull herself together again. She didn’t want to be around when the thing that lived here returned. One part of her was a little surprised that a Giant would have a home such as this. She’d expected a cold, damp cave in a mountainside, with bristling bones scattering across the stone floor, human and animal alike – not this quaint, somewhat cozy-looking home with the scent of – was that lavender she smelled? – yeah, she definitely hadn’t expected to be smelling lavender in a Giant monster’s hideout.

“The girl. Find the girl.” Her whisper fell dead in the still air, the expanse of the room swallowing up her small voice. Pushing her fear aside, she made her way to the counter to the right of the kitchen, keeping to the edge of the walls so she didn’t have to cross into the wide-open space of the cobble-stone floor.

‘If I were a giant beast, where would I put a little girl?’ she thought as stopped below the counters, peering up the way they stretched above. Maybe up there. But that required more climbing. Holding back a groan, she started up again.

When she finally reached the top of the counter, she paused to take in the rest of the room. Now that it wasn’t towering above her, things looked a little less scary. But still scary enough to keep her heart thudding heavily in her chest. Unless that was from all the climbing.

Probably both.

Glass jars of dried foods and herbs crowded the countertop in a sporadic but still organized manner. Rory wondered if the girl was being held captive in one of these jars and shuddered at that image. She had to find her, and quickly. It had already been four days since her parents had begged Rory to find her, and the creature had a head start. It took someone her size- a perfectly normal size mind you - a little bit longer to travel than a monster with giant feet.

Lost in thought, Rory almost didn’t feel the first light tremor. The second one shook the counter slightly and reverberated up her legs. She unsheathed her sword by the third, palm already slickening with sweat from fear, and rushed to hide behind one of the glass jars.

The Giant had arrived.

[bellametre]

Well hello my fellow g/t enjoyer, I am passing here to give you the humble news that I need you to babysit my tiny, I'll come back in 3 days to pick him up

~ 🪷 anon

My toxic trait is thinking that I would be the best person to look after a Tiny, even though I can barely manage taking care of myself . . .

But you honor me, so I will do my best 😔

[bellametre]

Especially when you're a fan of both

i like to imagine that for every g/t fan wondering what the hell high-performance luxury vehicles are doing in their g/t searches, there’s some poor car guy who’s looking for GT vehicles and doesn’t understand why they keep getting art of giants tenderly holding tinies

its like this

[bellametre]

tall people: if we are walking together please take into consideration my tiny legs. i cant keep up with you. please think of my tiny legs i dont want to be jogging to keep up with your leisurely stroll you TITANS

[bellametre]

Some Ultimate G/T Favourites

I've wanted to do this ever since I saw @gullivertravelstowonderland post the idea. I added a category or two because there's some media I just had to include, but here we go:

Favourite Tiny: Spiller

This shy, wild, golden-hearted dreamboat catalyzed everything for me. I became utterly smitten at the age of nine and went on to watch him in every Borrowers adaptation ever—an obsession that’s still going strong.

Favourite Giant: Optimus Prime

I was so jealous of Shia LaBeouf back in 2007. I don’t even have the toys, but I’ve consumed nearly every comic, show, and movie Optimus Fine appears in. When June Darby in Transformers: Prime says, “And I wore heels and everything”? Same, girl.

Favourite G/T Movie: Ultraman: Rising

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, why are you still here? Go watch it. It’s about a snarky, size-changing superhero who has to look after a baby kaiju. If you need more convincing, just look up a picture of Kenji Sato.

Favourite G/T Show: George Shrinks

Fellow Canadians know this was the show back in the day. Banging intro, unique plot, confident little genius of a protagonist—seriously, this kid made me covet being four inches tall like nobody else. And no, his Zoopercar was not cheating.

Favourite G/T Book: Valiant

Sarah McGuire delivers here: a host of giants, a kick-butt heroine, a villain with a superiority complex, and an attractive lord who gets injured so badly that one of the giants has to “cradle him like an infant” to carry him to safety. Good stuff.

Favourite G/T Manga: Godaigo Daigo

For yet another story about giant heroes protecting cities from monsters, this was a pleasant surprise. Kounosuke showcases all kinds of G/T relationships—coworkers, friends, parents, and romance—and every arc absolutely slaps.

Favourite G/T Webcomic: Piper

The fact that Dr5spectre has been on hiatus for almost two years now is one of the greatest tragedies of our time. But I beg you—check out this comic, especially the AUs. The Goblin of Dornenholtz is so soul-filling it hurts.

Favourite G/T Song: Touchy Feely Fool

It definitely has to be AJR. Not only did I grin like a maniac when I watched the music video, but I like to think the lyrics are about a tiny person who wishes they didn’t have feelings for a giant anymore but simply can’t help themselves.

Favourite G/T Magical World: Roshar *Art by Rocío Sogas

This is probably one that isn’t very well known in the community, but Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive is full of great G/T moments, particularly between the main character Kaladin and his companion Syl, a shapeshifting spren.

Character I Would Like to Shrink/Grow: Loki (MCU) *Art by keiidakamya

Guys, we were robbed. He’s literally part Frost Giant! Yes, we got a taste of it in What If…?, but imagine how the movies could have gone if this had been a form he took when he gained or lost control of himself. Robbed, I tell you.

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Ahh this was so much fun! I hope some of you feel inspired to try this; I think it would be a great way to find more quality (or not-so-quality) G/T content. There’s so little of it out there, after all.

[bellametre]

If you post g/t or follow the g/t tag please interact with this post in someway so I can follow you. I need to know all of the peeps so I can collect them like a g/t infinity gauntlet

Pls Reblog so that I can follow as many people as possible the goal is constant g/t on my feed :)

[bellametre]

Helloooo g/t souls

Well hi! I'm Bella. I'm fairly new here, but I thought it was about time I staked my claim in the Giant/Tiny community. Hopefully, indulging in this thing that's been consuming my life will help me get some writing done. XP

So I send my greetings, and have a blessed day.