#giant tiny roleplay

[the-littlest-lily]

Hi friends! Just wanted to let you know about a collab I did with my friend Shardro on an audio RP video~ I wrote the script and he did an absolutely amazing job bringing it to life. 😊 Go show him some love!

[trash----panda]

Idk why but researcher preys are so exciting, pred trying to be scary? Nah they too focused on how many teeth, which adaptations mean what, ect.

But no one has told me about research pred, imagine you think you're about to be eaten but this thing is just a big dork that starts poking and prodding at you, talking about how cool and beautiful you are. Not meant to be a flirty way but works just as much

[makothegayyburrito]

ever just get into the rp mood and you wanna ask your friend so bad to rp??? Like dude I have so many ideas but I don’t wanna seem like a bother. Let me rp with your tiny and giant ocs I love them sm!

especially when it’s been too long since you’ve done noms. I just wanna hold your precious little ocs pleeeaasssee

Character ai is good but HUMAN CONNECTION

[gtzel]

Role-Play Character Updates:

Here are a few more updated bits on characters I’m open to roleplay as.

Zeal: A Fae (has shifter and borrower alternatives if wanted) with a sparky personality. He is 4 inches tall and is easily distracted by shiny things.

You can DM me if you are interested in RPing with him.

[freshpoof03]

💛Golden Hour💛 (naga character belongs to @motiny-tiny-mo )

[missalicevalentine]

A lil G/T writing snippet I did for fun!

The winter was frosty and Alice honestly was just glad she wasn't outside in the cold. That the cold wasn't nipping at her small toes or her tail wasn't frost bitten. The feeling of her long, elven ears freezing was the worst; and how her nose would turn bright pink. It was, if she was to put a word to it…uncomfortable, miserable and just hellish! She never liked the cold, at least not when it snowed. Rain was difficult enough, but the snow? Oh snow wanted her dead. It was like it knew she was alone out there, like it could wrap its filthy claws around her tiny body. But now, oh but now she wasn't outside. She was—wait, what was the word? The English word for this feeling of security? She couldn't remember…

Now she wasn't freezing her tail off or her teeth chattering. Whatever this ‘T-V’ was was playing loudly and the room was heated up by whatever that thing on the ceiling was. She sat quite comfortably next to her giant Friend. A person she couldn't communicate completely with. They spoke English and Alice, well she spoke her own language. She'd picked up bits and peices of English so far, like ‘food’ and their name, but most importantly ‘cat.’ she didn't like the cat, opting to call it a beast since it had more than once tried to get a hold of her. Still, as she sat next to her friend she wondered what went on in their mind. Why they had opted to let her live in the walls once they found her.

She was staring rather intently at them. Taking in all the horrific and giant features of their face. Her nose and brows knitted together as she studied This human and their short ears and tailless behind. They looked so…almost weird. Without a tail how did they balance? Or without long ears how did they listen for hawks or beast—cats? It seemed her friend noticed her staring, chuckling softly as they reached a hand out to grab her. Alice, well still hadn't exactly gotten use to the grabbing, the feeling of a hand grabbing her was almost, well, uncomfortable. She had tried to stand up in time to walk away but unfortunately for her they caught her with another laugh.

Alice tried to wriggle her way out of their grip but failed rather miserably as they brought their hand to their lap. Their second hand joining and cupping around Alice almost protectively.

“Warm?” They asked, their voice soft as of they were making sure not to startle her delicate ears.

Alice knew what that word meant! It was the word she was looking for! The snow pittered outside the window, freezing everything in it's path well she stayed inside, warm. It felt like a hug, like the worries or rats and cats, hawks and snakes didn't matter. That right now she was safe. Warm; Their hands curled a little more around Alice as they spoke words foreign to her own. A gentle nudge of their finger to get her response had her tilting her head back to meet their gaze. They big, intense and almost terrifying gaze. It would have been scary if she hadn't known how soft they were. They made her brownies and let her sleep and walk wherever! hell! They even made sure getting onto their counter top was easier for her. They were warm. They where this complete blanket of safety; a hand —quite literally— that kept her safe. A friend. A commander. Her clan. Her warm.

“Yes, Alice is, eh—warm.”

Thats my first time writing G/T! An example of how I write if there are anyone down to rp! (Specifically over 18 cause im an adult and don't rp with minors)

[pool-floatie]

Wow, well im gonna be working on some stuff for a while so heres an appetiser

For those of us, like me, who just get completely speechless when flustered, like idk what to say to that?!?

" nuh-uh" ?

Like i dont have a comeback for that shit or the brainpower to think of one! All blood that should be goin to my brain had been diverted to the rest of my face-

So yah- this is just dialouge mostly but do with this what you will- i might fill in the gaps myself eventually but if youd like to use any of this go ahead🫶

"Hey there cute thing~"

"Awhh~ whats wrong little one?

Speechless hmm? I know, im a lot to handle~ "

"What~? Your face is just too cute, i had to get a closer look."

"Hmm? got something to say? thats all you gotta do, just say the word~"

"Still nothing, hmm~? Poor thing, cant even say anything to defend themself~"

Hot breath washes over you as they exhale right on your little body.

" oh, what was that~ a little squeak? Is that all you can do? Awwh, no its ok cutie~"

" Look at me darling~ I love your little noises, theres no need to be embarassed~"

"Oooh~ or is there another reason I can practically feel the heat of your blush~"

[cedric-sensational38]

Looking for Inside Out 2 RP Partner!

Hello! It has been sooooo long since I have been on here, but I really want to do an rp between Anxiety and the other emotions in headquarters. I usually am a literate roleplayer, so my responses will never be under a paragraph. I love detail! And I prefer to rp on discord as well. I write like I am writing an actual story.

As for my ideas, I have two that I would like to do:

As Riley gets older, she is accumulating more and more things that she has to worry about, control and plan for. Possibly things like juggling between having a boyfriend, friends, school life, hockey, family.....all at the same time. She has new responsiblilties like driving, maybe getting an after school job, etc. And all of this causes her Anxiety to be working over time, and making it harder for the other emotions to stop her from spiraling. Her Anxiety is getting bigger to handle......literally. As Anxiety quite literally grows bigger and has a harder and harder time controlling her worrying thoughts and spirals, the other emotions have to figure out how to stop her from completely taking control of Riley again.

This idea I actually got from a fanfiction on AO3. What if some kind of strange event happened that resulted in Anxiety, and maybe another one of Riley's emotions, getting projected outside of her mind and into the real world? This one is less developed than my first idea since I don't really know what would happen to cause this or how they would get back into Riley's mind. My partner could either play as Riley or another emotion. If the later, we could decide whether one of us will be Riley as well, or Anxiety and the other emotion just hide from Riley until they figure out how to get back into her mind.

If you are interested in either scenario, please let me know!

[himbogiants]

Anyone want to give a G/t role play a try? I’ve got an idea I’ve been thinking about making into a one shot but we shall see

[yourgoddesselise]

Worship your goddess 💕🥰💕

Don’t get lost little tiny 😘 x

[gt-blendergod]

Hello my dear faithful fourteen followers,

I’ve a request. Please accept. I am desperate.

The Blender is a Roleplay meant to take place in a universe where anything can happen, but there’s trouble in this impossible place. The world is separated by planets that collided thousands of years ago. However, they’re kept secret from each other through magical barriers. The different kinds of people sometimes escape into the other worlds, causing fairytales and panic. Can these worlds work out their differences? Or will the power imbalance be forever a segregating issue?

Worlds include

Human world (average modern human world)

Fairy World (includes Fae from a scale of human to tiny sized. Medieval times)

Giant World (humans live there in the form of borrowers to giants, unknowing of the actual human world. Medieval times and Modern times depending on which area it’s in)

Mermaid World (includes all shapes and sizes of sea people as well as human pirates. victorian era)

Spirit World (Size Shifting people are called spirits and originate from here. Futuristic technology)

[trash----panda]

Idk about y'all but the accidental betrayal of any kind is so interesting to me.

An oc lost to themself ending up hurting someone they care about, in transformation or hasty action

Being tricked into harming someone close, not watching where you step

Or even just a slip up like knocking your borrower friend off the table with your hand while you reach for something

That inadvertent hurt feels like it can tie two characters together in a way that either breaks or strengthens their bond, that brief period of no longer having a mutual understanding before accepting what happened happened.

Bonus if it isnt even the little one whose scared but the big, can you imagine your leg is broken but your friend refuses to be near you cause they broke it, you need them but they are more afraid than you ever were...

[that-one-anime-writer]

If anyone wants to do g/t tiny lover x Giant lover (of any gender) roleplay I’m open!!!

16+ for platonic and 18+ for romantic/slightly spicy roleplay 👏

[gtbutterfly]

Uh, so....is anyone interested in g/t roleplay? Dm me if you are,

[eldritchwaffless]

Made a character for my previous post Haven't made a name for her yet, maybe "GumDrop" or something like that...

If you have any ideas, like for characters, the setting, etc feel free to tell me about it!

[fandom-gt]

COMMISSION TYPE: 1 hour of personalized roleplay PRICE: 30 FANDOM: Hannibal CHARACTERS: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”I'd like to do a Hannibal/Will roleplay if possible. Giant Will taking his revenge on a tiny Hannibal. Since Hannibal has brought him so much pain, it's only right that he should have to give him pleasure as well, now that he's small enough that Will is the one completely in control for once. Could feature Will jacking off and stimulating himself with Hannibal, leading to cock vore with Will taunting that he's just keeping Hannibal as safe as Hannibal always kept him, sending killers after him.

(I'm fine with it being posted on the blog—I generally prefer discord rp if possible.” WARNINGS: nsfw

-——

fandom-gt — Once upon a time, Will Graham was not a violent man. It isn't necessarily an endearing attribute -- part of what got him benched from his time as a cop was his inability to pull the trigger in the field.

Things change. As with much in Will's life, Hannibal is largely to blame for this change. Hannibal changed him.

Once upon a time, staring down at the tiny figure that he'd once thought of as a friend, his first instinct might have been protect. To shelter, to aid, to assist. Now, staring dispassionately down from what must look like a mile high to that tiny little face, something distinctly other stirs in Will's gut. His first instinct instead is a deep, profound sense of satisfaction -- and a much darker sense of delight.

He lowers himself slowly into a squat, not that it does terribly much to make him smaller from Hannibal's perspective, but at least he can make out those tiny features a little better when he says (with no small measure of amusement), "Well. This is a predicament."

commissioner — Hannibal's usually impassive face is even harder to read when he is hardly as tall as Will's palm, but Will has learned how to decipher every microexpression during their time together. Hannibal takes up a disproportionate amount of space in his mind—even more so now, considering. Regardless, Hannibal's displeasure is obvious. "We need to solve this quickly, William. Being this size certainly can't be safe."

Will merely chuckles. Hannibal seems to be under the impression that he'll be getting assistance. That couldn't be further from the truth.

Still, he can give Hannibal a hand. He scoops his former friend up, bringing him to eye level. "Unsafe, did you say? When are we ever safe around one another?"

fandom-gt — Will's fingers, to Hannibal, are immense. Trees, columns, Roman pillars straight from the colosseum. For a man who so frequently compares himself to God, he cannot deny that of the two of them, Will more closely fits the visage now. It's unusual for him to feel certain emotions -- too composed, too much self-control, too methodical in his planning. His mind works too quickly for him to feel such undignified things as fear.

But then, never before has he been towered over with such immense and biblical power. To his own credit, he quells the lizard-brain impulse to run, but only just. He forces himself to remain stoic, to remain still, as that enormous hand reaches from on high and seizes him effortlessly, hoisting his entire body up story after story after story, taller than the Chrysler building, before eyes that have always stared too deeply and too knowingly into his own.

He can see things clearly at normal size. Can see through people's microexpressions and body language like reading a book. Now, Will's feelings are practically telegraphed by bullhorn directly into his mind, and he is not comforted by what he sees.

Hannibal's mind and his tongue are his greatest asset here, and so he remains as calm as possible when he answers, "Think about what you're doing, Will. Think about who you are. The choices you make next... could be definitive for you."

Although... he thinks, maybe part of him deep down might slightly relish seeing Will unleashed, at his full power. Just perhaps not on himself, though it would be poetically fitting.

commissioner — He's always wanted to see Will's becoming. For as long as he's had an understanding of Will's mind, Hannibal has wanted to be a part of it. The part of Will's victim had not been his intended role, however, and he can only hope that, whatever Will plans will be torturous rather than murderous.

Hannibal would deserve it if Will killed him. Will is tempted to end the Chesapeake Ripper once and for all simply by closing his fingers and squeezing. The power he holds in a single finger feels unfathomable compared to Hannibal's size, but he can resist. Killing Hannibal would be a momentary satisfaction.

He and Hannibal are connected, inseparable. It wouldn't do to end their game so easily. "I intend to make very definitive choices, Dr. Lecter. I can't promise that you'll like them, but they'll be definitive."

If they are playing a game, Hannibal has been downsized to the role of a toy rather than a proper player, and Will intends to treat him like one. Though Hannibal's habit of wearing a full suit at all times makes it difficult, it's a matter of moments for Will to remove his layers, stripping him down to his most rudimentary form.

fandom-gt — It's been years, decades, since Hannibal felt small. Not since his sister. Never, not once since those days, has he felt powerless. Until now, with the whorls of fingerprints bearing down on him, shedding easily a suit that costs more than some people's monthly salaries. He's as dignified as he can manage through the panic -- it's pointless to struggle, he knows. His energy will be better expended elsewhere, when his survival might be at stake, rather than just his clothing.

The suit jacket falls. The shirt follows. The pants. Soon, he's naked in air that would be cold, were it not for the body heat radiating from the palm he's perched on.

One of Will's fingers encroaches on his space, pushing him flat against that palm effortlessly. It touches down, dragging softly -- as soft as he can manage, given the callouses on his fingertips from boat motors and fishing hooks. Will is... carressing him. Touching him. Rubbing gently at the flaccid member between his legs without even realizing he's doing it, probably, just because his finger is so large on Hannibal's body.

And Will, being the empath that he is, knows the pleasure Hannibal once felt at being God. He understands it deeply now, too. It's compelling. It's arrousing, and several hundred feet below, heat beginns to stiffen him behind the confines of his slacks.

"All the pain you've caused me... the things you took from me." Alana, for examplee. "I think... maybe it's only fair you give a little of it back now, don't you? Balance, Doctor Lecter."

"Anything," Hannibal promises him, thinking Will means after his restoration to the right size. "However I can, Will. I'll make it right."

commissioner — "Of course you will. Quid pro quo, isn't that right? What you have done unto me, I will do unto you. It's rather kind of you to make it so easy for me. I never thought you would make things so easy." The clink of Will's belt buckle accentuates his statement, and Hannibal looks down, surprised to see Will making quick work of removing his pants. The emotion only becomes more pronounced when he sees the tent in the boxers which Will removes without any hesitation.

Hannibal has seen Will Graham in various states of dress, but he's never seen him naked. His first instinct is to reach out and touch, but size and distance make that impossible. He wouldn't want to touch at this size, even if he could. It is only exposure to this new element of Will that is drawing him in like a moth to a flame, not genuine sexual desire.

Not that he doesn't desire Will. But there is more between them than something base and carnal. More important things to consider than sexuality.

Will sees the aborted motion of Hannibal's hand and decides to make things easy on the good doctor, lowering him down and placing him on top of his shaft, immediately releasing him so that Hannibal will have to cling to his cock for dear life. "Make it right, then."

fandom-gt — What's happening here, Hannibal can admit, is something transcendent. He has too much ego, perhaps too much narcissism, to ever worship anyone but himself -- but if he were going to bow at any altar, if he had to, it would be Will's. Now, Will has taken away his choice. It isn't optional. He doesn't like it, but he does respect it.

Will is hard. Hard enough to provide plenty of surface area for Hannibal to cling to -- and he does have to cling, because not long after depositing him, Will's hands fall away and he begins to walk. The ground beneath Hannibal quakes and sways, and he grips out of sheer need to survive, to not fall from his place. Will's body is a mindless mountain that could end him without conscious thought, and all he's doing is walking toward the chaise lounge across Hannibal's office.

He sits, and the landscape sits with him. Hannibal can't deny the relief of his fall being reduced to yards instead of a mile, as Will sprawls comfortably, arms outstretched along the back of the sofa, staring down at Hannibal expectantly.

There's only one thing for it. He begins to work, unsteadily climbing the cock he's been clinging to for desperate support. As he reaches the head, a pearl of precum beads and begins to descend, streaking rapidly toward him. "Will-" he pleads, only to be cut off as it drips over his face, his body, rudely and filthily silencing him. Will does not see fit to save him, and far above, his lips twitch into a smirk. (edited)

commissioner — "You said you would do anything, didn't you? I should certainly think that bringing me a moment of pleasure falls under that umbrella quite easily. Unless you don't think you can handle it, of course." Challenging Hannibal's pride is always a solid path to victory. It works when they need to bait the Ripper and it works when Will wants Hannibal to rise to the intellectual challenge of their conversations. As the Ripper, Hannibal normally has the upper hand, taking the bait while leaving the hook behind, not harming himself in the process, but Will thinks he might be able to hook Hannibal this time. He's been a patient fisherman, after all.

Ever so slowly, Hannibal starts to rub his hands across the head of Will's cock, spreading the precome across its surface as he does his best to provide some semblance of stimulation.

Let it not be said that Will is an unkind god, as when his cock twitches from the pleasure and threatens to buck Hannibal off, Will lowers a hand to keep him in place. Holding Hannibal, however, gives Will an idea. The man has been soaked in precome and feels decently slippery in Will's hand. Perhaps Will can use him more effectively than Hannibal can use himself.

Changing his grip, Will lowers Hannibal to the shaft, slowly starting to stroke his length with Hannibal as a delicious little toy, stimulating the vein as he moves.

fandom-gt — This is, truly, the ultimate degredation for Hannibal. That unflinching, unfaltering, unapologetic hand descends on him, plucking him from his careful perch and arranging him as Will sees fit. In this case, it's plastering him face-first against the malleable skin beneath the head of Will's cock, and then dragging him through the slick of his cum, grinding him into the unforgiving cartilage only barely softened by the skin wrapped over it.

It becomes apparent that Hannibal's safety is not necessarily at the top of Will's mind as his grip tightens, as his pace quickens. As the world begins to blur while Will chases his own pleasure using Hannibal's body, heedless of the pain and discomfort being done to him. It's only fair, isn't it? After all, Hannibal left Will's body bleeding and broken once, as far as Will's concerned this is much gentler than what he went through.

Hannibal should be grateful, Will thinks. He can feel that tiny body squirming against his nerves, the strength of his struggles, his weak protests that do nothing but add to his own pleasure, and his breath hitches at the flood. The rush of electricity, the coiling pressure in his pelvis.

A groan breaks through him, loud enough to rumble Hannibal's sensitive eardrums -- and then he's flooded by a torrential downpour, wave after wave of it, galons of the stuff washing over Hannibal like a tidal wave. Like every other elemental act of God that floods cities and swallows men.

Eventually, it's done -- and when it is, Hannibal does not have the audacity to hope this is the end of his torment. He's smart enough to know better.

"You know," mumbles Will, his voice hoarse and deafening and satisfied. "Part of you always wanted to consume me, and I think... maybe part of you thinks I should consume you now."

That, Hannibal thinks, truly would be a fitting end. To be swallowed. But Will... has always been his own man, no matter how much Hannibal ever hoped to predict him, and so he's brought hovering over the spent, slick, gaping hole of Will's cock.

"Maybe I will, but I'm also going to keep you safe. Keep you with me. Keep you alive." And his hand begins to lower. Hannibal feels his feet being swallowed and, all at once, understands exactly where Will means to keep him.

commissioner — It's poetic, in a way. Being consumed would be a fitting way to go, but of course Will would find a way to subvert that consummation of their eternal bond in much the same way that he always manages to subvert Hannibal's expectations.

Hannibal knows that struggling would be a feeble endeavor. He could bite and rip and tear at the lining of Will's cock, tearing it to shreds as he is submerged in the darkness, but it would serve no purpose. If he ever wants to be free, he must hope for mercy from Will, and that something that he has never deserved from Will Graham.

As Hannibal makes the path down his shaft, Will feels a profound sense of rightness. Locking Hannibal away where Will would never be able to see him again had always felt wrong, yet Will also couldn't allow him to run free. Truly, bringing Hannibal into himself, allowing Hannibal to see him at his most vulnerable while Will has him completely under his control, is the perfect way to put an end to the Chesapeake Ripper.

Will won't even need the thanks that he will never receive from Jack. Having Hannibal with him forever is more than reward enough.