#lesbian g/t

[ashamedart]

I'm trying out my first (kind of) g/t fic on here ahaha I'm so scared

Things not seen (title may change)

Chapter 1: The Demon

… the bell rings. Oh. I forgot I was in school… it’s the last period on the day before spring break, and it’s… terrifying. I’m graduating so soon... I snap back to attention and quickly start piling all my stuff in my backpack. A few mechanical pencils, lots of books, a sketchbook and a writing notebook… I don’t need half of the things I bring to school, but I still want to. And I feel like I should. I walk out the classroom door, avoiding eye contact with my teacher and classmates, and into the crowded hallway, packed with noise. I practically press myself against the walls to try to avoid physical contact. Thankfully, I make it outside without being trampled by the horde. It’s at one of those temperatures that makes it a bit too warm with my sweater on, and a bit too cold with it off. I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump, spinning around to be greeted by Fiona’s grinning face. She’s always been bolder than me in terms of the way she dresses, her outfit consisting of a pink sweater over a short black skirt, fishnet tights, and combat boots. There are little things in her hair, stickers on her shoes, and pins of games and shows all over her bag. I could never just have my interests on display like that…

“Oh. Um. Hi.” “Hi!!”

“Are we going to the tree today?” “I would love to, but… actually, I came to find you to tell you something… I’m gonna be gone for the whole break.”

My heart sinks, but I put on a smile.

“Really? Where to?”

“Ireland! My dad’s taking me to see my grandma and uncles.” Ireland!? She’s going to a different country!? But I was looking forward to spending the break with her! I had basically everything planned! “Oh, wow! Heh, lucky you… when do you leave?” “Uh… sometime soon?” “... like, today?” “Yeah.” “What?? That’s something you have to pay attention to!” “I dunno, my parents’ll let me know.” “You don’t know when you’re leaving! Don’t you need to pack or anything??” “Oh, I already did, like, a week ago.” “Thank goodness, why didn’t you say that??” “Why would I, you didn’t ask.”

“... I don’t know, but it would have been nice.” “You assume I wouldn’t-” There’s a muffled pinging sound. Fiona pulls her phone out of her pocket, sighing, and stops the sound. She opens her phone and I can see her looking at texts.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. My dad pinged my phone because I missed some texts from him. Asking where I am. Guess it’s time to go soon.” “Already?? I thought you meant, like tomorrow!” “Nah, I guess it’s now. Hey, don’t worry, you’ll be fine on your own.”

“... I wasn’t thinking that.” “I know you-” Her phone pings again, and she has to once again stop the sound.

“Fuck, okay, sorry Mallory. I’ll see you when we get back, I guess! I’ll text you nonstop!” She gives me a quick hug and sprints off. … I’ll be without my best and only friend for two weeks. I’m not a very sociable person, but one friend was all I thought I wanted and needed. Turns out, it just means I have nothing to do when she’s gone. … what do I do now? Just… go alone? … I guess. Better than being home all break. I slowly begin to make my way to the treeline behind the high school. Even though I’ve done it so many times before, it feels… wrong, going alone. I walk down the slightly beaten path to the treehouse. I put ribbons in the bushes and trees to mark the way to go, but I’ve done this so many times that I don’t even need them anymore. I recognise each tree, every patch of flowers, the creek flowing through the path…

And there it is.

A giant oak tree with a large treehouse resting in its branches. There’s a woven swing hanging from a limb, a hollow on one side with pillows and blankets piled in it, a ladder leading up to the 10 foot tall door, as well as the platforms around the tree. It’s a big treehouse, with a high ceiling, a balcony, closet, windows, and trapdoor to the roof. I didn’t build it, of course, I just found it and repaired it with Fiona and her mom. It really is beautiful, I could just stand here for a while. But I won’t, I didn’t come here to stand here and stare at the treehouse, I came here to go inside. I move to grab the rungs of the ladder, but freeze halfway there. It sounds like something’s up there. I feel my heart skip a beat. Slowly and quietly, I ascend the ladder and creep over to the door. I have to cover my mouth to keep myself from screaming, and duck out of the doorway. There is someone in there. Or, something… it isn’t human… whatever it is, it has a humanoid shape, but is way too big to be a human. … it’s flipping through my notebooks. My blood boils over with rage, despite the lingering fear. How DARE it!? Without thinking, I stomp into the treehouse and look around, picking up a fairly large stick and hurling it at the thing.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? GIVE ME THAT!!”

It pauses, and its gaze slowly shifts to me. I freeze, fear filling my mind as I realise what I did, but I try to hold my ground and seem somewhat intimidating.

“... th-that’s m-mine…”

Shit, I’m stuttering… it rises to its feet and approaches me. I instinctively back away until my back hits the wall…

“S-stay back!”

It continues in its approach, coming to a stop right in front of me, absolutely towering over me. I want to scream, run, shut my eyes, but I can’t move, other than trembling. It holds out its hand, the one with my sketchbook in it. … is it actually giving it back?? I glance between its face and the book in its hand, before quickly snatching it and stepping back. It also steps back. It’s huge, at least twenty feet tall, with tan skin, pink hair, and icy blue eyes with black sclera. It has a thick reptilian tail with a tuft of pink hair at the end, two small black horns, and I’ve caught glimpses of claws on its hands and sharp behind its lips. I have no idea what it could be…

“Is this your house?

… it talks. … I did not expect it to talk. Its voice is fairly deep with no real distinctive gender, but does possibly sound more feminine. I take a deep breath and try to talk.

“Y-y-yes…”

Still stuttering….

“Oh. … I’m sorry I was in here, then. I just smelled something good…”

Smelled something..? I glance over at the shoe box of snacks in the closet. Maybe it’ll leave if I give it something. Or at least be less likely to kill me...

“... my, uh… m-my snacks? Y-you can h-have some.. i-in the cl-closet…”

It walks over to the closet and takes the box down. It glances back at me before hesitantly opening it and looking through it. I cautiously take a step closer to the giant…

… it’s wearing clothes. I hadn’t registered that before, likely due to shock, anger, and/or fear.. but it is. A black cloak, jeans, boots, and… glasses. Where did it get glasses? Wait, where did it get any clothes that fit it? Why am I wondering this about it? … what do I think I should be wondering about it? It pulls out a plastic baggie of homemade chocolate chip cookies. I forgot I had those. I made them a few days ago. They’re a little lopsided, but still pretty good.

“What are these?”

… really? It doesn’t know what cookies are?? … it’s baffling, but it does make some sense. I don’t know where it would have access to cookies, being a giant monster…

“... th-those? Cookies? Th-they’re, uh, sweet f-food?”

It stares at me for a moment before looking back down at the bag and taking one of the cookies out of the bag and examining it. It hesitantly raises the treat to its mouth and takes a bite. Its eyes widen and I can see its face light up…

“WHERE DO YOU GET THESE!?”

Ow- oh wow it’s loud..

“I-I, uh… I made them…”

“You can MAKE these!?”

“Yeah? Just, uh, flour, sugar, sometimes chocolate, a few other things, and heat it up.”

“What’s chocolate?”

It quickly finishes the rest of the cookie. … it doesn’t know chocolate either, huh… how am I supposed to explain chocolate to someone that’s never had it? It’s such a unique flavour…

“Chocolate is, uh… how do I… th-there’s a box of chocolate at the bottom of the box somewhere… the big plastic-wrapped thing. .. brown.”

It digs through the box for the bar of chocolate, slowly removing it from the container. It glances back at me again. It struggles a bit, figuring out how to go about opening the wrapper with its large hands, but does get it pretty fast, tearing off the wrapper and biting a small piece off the corner. You could practically see the stars in its eyes, its tail thumping against the floor. I instinctively recoil at the sound, but… it suddenly seems much less intimidating…

“I think I LOVE chocolate!!”

“Yeah, it’s, uh… pretty good… you’ve really never had any chocolate before..?”

“No. I can’t really just walk into wherever you get it.”

… that’s… fair. A giant… demon thing (?) anywhere too close to the town would be a disaster… I watch it finish off the rest of the chocolate bar in one bite.

“... what are you..?”

“Wh- me? … uh… honestly, the best answer I can give you is ‘a monster…’”

“So… you don’t… know?”

“I’ve never seen another thing like me, and humans definitely don’t know what I am, so nobody’s ever told me…”

That’s… kind of sad… I wonder where it came from, what its life is like… I let out an involuntary yawn. Everything that’s happened today has been pretty exhausting… it’s probably starting to get late, too… I pull out my phone to check the time. The numbers across the lock screen reading 6:26. … it’s 6:26! I was supposed to be home almost 30 minutes ago!! No, I almost never come home more than a minute late!

“... is something wrong?"

“I-I was supposed to be home a while ago…”

“... isn’t this your house?”

“Oh, uh- no, I don’t live here. I guess it is my house, but I don’t live here, I only come here a lot. I live somewhere else. And my mom’s gonna be pissed that I wasn’t there half an hour ago…”

… it stares at me for a moment, then gets up and starts to descend the ladder. I don’t know if I want it to leave or not…

“A-are you leaving?”

It holds its hand up to me from the ground and smiles. … should I…

“Do you want me to take it..?”

Its smile grows wider. I guess I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’ I walk out of the doorway and glance cautiously between its face and hand. I don't really trust it, but... I cautiously place my hand in its much larger one. … it suddenly grips my arm and lifts me off my feet, lowering me down onto its shoulder. I let out a startled squeak and wrap my arms around its neck as my feet touch the fabric of its cloak, terrified once again.

“So, which way’s your house?”

“Uh… th-that way…?”

I say shakily and point in the general direction of my house. I’ve been here so many times, I know the way back. … is it going to take me there..?

“Alright, hold on!”

"wh-"

Before I can fully register its words, it sprints off in the direction I pointed it in. I shut my eyes and press myself against its head, my cheeks hot and heart beating fast, afraid to open my eyes and see myself falling… It’s terrifying, but… the cool evening air, warmth of the creature under and next to me, wind against my face and hair… it’s exhilarating… and oddly comforting… I slowly open my eyes, squinting them in an attempt to block out the wind rushing at them. It’s going so fast, things are rushing past me in a blur. I have so many questions and theories about it… I see my house appearing through the treeline.

“Ah- th-there! Stop here!”

It comes screeching to a halt, the momentum causing it to fall forward onto its face, and myself to fall off its shoulder and land in the dirt. I push myself upright  and brush myself off, looking over at the creature. It groans and sits up, cleaning its glasses off on its sweater. I softly laugh at the sight, and it smiles awkwardly at me.

“I probably shouldn’t go any further…”

“Yeah, people would really freak out, wouldn’t they? … w-well, uh… goodbye… I guess…” I don’t know what else to say. I turn and begin walking to my house when it puts its glasses back on and speaks for the last time.

“Emory.”

I turn back towards it.

“... what?”

“Ah- my name. It’s Emory.”

Emory. It’s a strangely human name for them, but it’s nice. It fits.

“Emory… it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mallory.”

They smile and wave at me, before slowly disappearing into the darkness of the surrounding woods… 

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... wow. It’s hard to believe any of that just happened… I’m so tired… I turn back towards my house and prepare myself for what’s going to happen when I cross the threshold of the front door. And I approach. I stand before the entrance to my house, heart pounding. I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone and check the time again, as if I thought it might have somehow gone back. 6:31. … I steel myself and place my hand on the knob to slowly turn it, just opening the door a crack, attempting to sneak in as quietly as I can. The sound of the door creaking and clicking shut echoes through the house, seeming loud as thunder. I can already hear the sound of her green slippers stomping against the floor, approaching  from the living room, and wince. When I turn, I can practically see the smoke pouring out of her ears like a tea kettle. I flash a sheepish smile and force a small wave.

“H-heeyy, mom…”

“Excuse me?? Take this seriously, I was worried! WHERE have you BEEN!? You never come home this late without letting me know first!”

“I know. I’m sorry, I just lost track of time…”

“NO. You don’t ‘lose track of time,’ you’re always here early! So what happened? Why didn’t you tell me?? Was it that friend of yours? Were you at a party?? Did you do drugs!? Is there a boy!?” “What!? Mom, no, I hate parties. And Fiona isn't bad... I’m telling the truth, I was just reading and lost track of time…” I really hope I don't look like I'm lying. Besides, I don’t even like guys. Not that I would ever say that in front of her. I have do idea how she would react. She narrows her eyes at me, having to look up a bit. “Well. This is your first strike. I’m trusting that you’re telling the truth because I believe you’re a good kid who wouldn’t do that. But, you still got home very late, so no dinner, and get to your room.” “Yes, ma’am…”

I quietly begin to ascend the stairs to my room. I hated that. I hate that she treats me like a fucking child who can’t take care of herself. I know she loves me, and she’s just protective, but it can be humiliating… I slam the door shut behind me and wince, hoping she didn’t hear that. … thankfully, I don’t hear anything but my dad’s snoring coming from the other room. He tends to work a lot and sleep in. I feel kind of bad for him. … I might go to sleep early, too… everything that happened today has been exhausting… I flip the lights off and turn on the white noise machine. With all the noise from the other room, I need it to sleep. I climb up onto my bed, not bothering to change into pyjamas, just throwing off my shirt and skirt. I lie down and cover myself with the blankets, and as I stare up at the glowing stars stuck to my ceiling, my brain runs through today’s events. Was that even real..? My mind feels so fuzzy now as my eyelids fall over my eyes.

Ugh... I’m so… tired…

So I'm a very beginner writer, I'm not great at coming up with names, and I feel like this story might be too rushed. I am okay with and encourage constructive criticism. I am in love with these characters and they will appear again on here :D

[smallbigworld]

This story is inspired by a song by Nxdia. You are welcome to go listen to it, but I'll write down some of the lyrics anyway.

"At 14

Katy talked about teenage dreams On the bus and

She's looking at me

Talkin about life and her dog

And the boys that she likes

I ask "have you got someone in mind?"

He's at the all boys school

She says something about liking his height. Suddenly worried about mine"

So yeah, that was enough for me to write a cute little g/t romance.

I still plan on writing other longer stories but just suddenly felt inspired to write this.

(This story takes place in the Norman-verse. You can check out my earlier posts or the master post, I will create later to learn more about this universe, but essentially, Normen are giants with a different culture and bodies than humans.)

She likes a boy.

Part 1

Katy Kiragan is the cutest girl at school. She's also the smartest and the funniest and the nicest, and she's also my best friend in the entire world.

In a world full of rocks, Katy is a gem, the one that is the hardest to find but shines the brightest. I've never met anyone like her in my life, and even if I lived a million lifetimes, I still wouldn't find anyone like her. Katy is the only person in the world for me, but for Katy, she has the entire world. She can choose what she wants, and she would probably choose a boy, a boy who isn't the size of her finger. I just had to be a girl that measures at the same height as her pinky.

I know that I don't stand a chance, but that never stopped the daydreaming. Oh yeah, I'm daydreaming again, I should probably pay attention to what the teacher is saying. But Katy is right there, I can see her from where I'm sitting. She's concentrating, of course, because, like I said, she's smart!

She always fidgets with her hair when she's really thinking about something, like right now. I wonder what's going on in her head. I face the teacher and try to listen to his consistent ramblings about mathematics. God, I hate math. Even if I try to pay attention now, I still won't understand what is being said. It all sounds like gibberish. I stare at my empty paper on my desk.

For once, I'm glad the teacher is a giant who won't notice my blank paper easily. There's a test next week, so I'm probably going to have to figure out by myself what Mr Srell has been trying to teach me for the past half an hour. Or, I could ask Katy to help me, she probably would too. Because like I said she's nice!

I'm an anxious person, I always have been. I'm always in my head, either daydreaming or overthinking. When I was ten, my parents moved me to a Norman-human integrated school. And of course I'm scared of Normen, it would be weird for any human not to be scared.

When I met Katy, I was terrified of her. It was in a library, I always hid in the history section because I loved reading the books. But it also because no other kids were ever there. I had the place all to myself. Until the day I didn't.

That was the day Katy moved to the school too. Turns out she's also a history nerd like me. She found me hiding behind one of the books. All I wanted to do was run away. That's when she made a joke, and I laughed because I said she's funny!

From day we were inseparable. Our parents met each other, we had sleepovers. We talked every day, and when I'm talking to her, I don't care about the other terrifying giants or scary humans, it's just us. And I feel safe.

I was about thirteen years old when I realized that I felt warm when she smiled at me. She makes me feel special in a way no one else does. Of course, I kept denying it because Katy is a girl, and she's also a girl that's a hundred times my size, but none of that matters to me. I still fell deeply, deeply in love with her. But so did everyone else at school. Because I like I said she's cute!

Math is over now, and Katy is making her way to my desk. After each period, she carries me in her hand to the next period or to the bus to go home. Like now, school is over, and I get to sit in her hand, and she tells me about her day.

She's happy today, she's practically glowing. We're talking about our dreams but I just had to ask why she was so bashful. She met a boy, he's very tall, he goes to an all boys school. As I'm listening to her, I feel smaller than ever. My heart breaks a little because she's so happy and who am I to deny her that. So I put on an act and give myself a smile. I say that I'm so happy for her. Because like I said she's also my best friend.

[michaela-o]

Hope I'm not too late for this, but I had an idea for a doodle!

Windblade sitting on a couch, holding her human close as they smooch. Meanwhile, Chromia is sitting off to the side, sipping some some engex or something from a cup with a mildly annoyed expression on her face (she's waiting for her turn with the human!)

This was so much fun to draw hihi thank you sm for the idea dear anon🧡 ( ���>᎑ờ)

( im so gay for Cybertronian women help :’3 )

[funfactory]

seoyeon @ waterbomb fukuoka (240713)

cr: 프로미스9.1

[cassandragemini]

love lies bleeding inspired me to draw more huge lesbians so heres misha and her pocket sized butch

[greatestjubilee]

[gt-daboss]

Moonlight Shining Through the Blinds

Your honor they are adorable, and I love them <3

As the title implies, its supposed to be moonlight shining through the blinds (on a cute gt couple xD) the lighting was new for me, so apologies if parts of it look weird.

This is one of my only times where i really urge you to zoom in on this drawing >>

[andromeda-xyz]

Something something that 🍔catchy Chappell Roan song🍟where you have to spell the title and I've been listening to it too much so I had to turn it into some sticker and photocard.

[sanestkanadefan]

IF THIS APPEARS ON YOUR HOME PAGE YOU HAVE BEEN EFFECTED/CURSED BY CHAPPELL ROAN THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT

NOW DO THE HOT TO GO DANCE

[fandomfairyuniverse]

Gmm: look!! We’re promising you lesbians in 2024!!

Me: YOU HAVEN’T EVEN GIVEN ME THE LESBIANS YOU PROMISED FOR 2023

[so-very-small]

imagine lesbians in the g/t tag

p l e a s e

g/t wlw is so near and dear to my heart. i love it.

y’know what, let’s make this a positivity post for wlw and nblw in the community! if you’re a lesbian or identify as wlw, feel free to boost your art/writing/etc or share your OCs on this post! likewise, if you see this post, feel free to go through the notes and give our lovely size ladies some love!!

[ashamedart]

im obsessed w them

incase u cant read my writing (all of what I wrote in order): characters by rat/ash/ashamedart ship name: ?? ages + difference: (17) 2yrs (19) heights + difference: (5'6) big (24) Mallory Hanasaki Emory Lovelace Lesbian Pansexual Cis female Demigirl *purrrr* chewing on her skirt ->

Emory is homeless and starts living in Mallory's treehouse ♥♥♥ Mallory's internalised homophobia + also she was scared of them 4 a while No actually it [the meet] wasn't immediately cute but Mal introduced Em to chocolate Doomed yuri hehe Emory is oblivious for a while Mallory Emory (closeups under the cutoff)

[xoxomyah]

🤍🤍

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

me n the bad bitch i pulled by breaking company containment regulations

[cassandragemini]

butch chivalry fairy edition

[angelachloeworld]