(yeah, no idea what to title this, lol)
So I was looking around tumblr and I saw this.
Specficlly, this:
And, honestly? This feels like a gentle (if chaotic) GT/sw kind of mood.
GT: ‘Look at this little thing! It’s so smol! Smol and CUTE!’
sw: existential terror and confusion, mixed with futile attempts to escape from hands bigger than her entire body
GT: ‘pspspspspsps’
sw: ???
I’m now envisioning a sort of SW Steve Irwin, who (either as a giant visiting human towns, or a human visiting tiny/fairy towns/colonies/whatever) roams about, finding women, investigating them (look at this purse! Clearly it was made using the skin a vole, a frequent predator of the tiny woman population! Truly a marvel!) (rather politely for a someone abducting them) while being totally delighted, then letting them go.
The stories of this man. The myth. The Legend.
(Honestly, I find both versions hilarious; not!Steve Irwin as this advocate for protecting tiny women and their habitats just works, but I also love the idea of just… this giant. Only one giant. And he just rolls up, does this, explains nothing, and leaves.)