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hollewdz · 3 days
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I love the idea of different borrower fashions. Like, if you can only use found items that the human you live with would be likely to lose, then you're pretty limited to A) the human's own aesthetic, and B) how forgetful they are with their items. Say you live with a very clumsy and forgetful human- you get to go HAM with your own style and aesthetic- lots of socks to cut up, tons of different accessories to mix and match. Or maybe you live with a very clean and particular person- Your clothing choices are few and far between, maybe you're better off ripping apart the underside of the couch for fabric. Alt human = alt borrower, clean girl human = clean girl borrower. And unless the borrowers are super social and meet with others a TON, they'd have no idea that the fashion they're wearing is anything but typical. Like, imagine you're from a goth human home and you run into a frat house borrower. Each would definitely think the other is a Kreature.
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afraidparade · 2 days
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i combined these two asks because i thought it was funny. congrats on the collaboration anons
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bonkalore · 3 days
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On the list of relationships that Jayce has fucked up bc of the Dread.🙃
Have a bit in the Bleeding Magic AU where Shak got into a private area he had for a power crystal that was helping him sustain the Dread for as long as he had, but it had already started to become fragile at this point as it drained and her checking it out had part of it crumble off, which only gave him a surge of the Dread's power over him unfortunately...
Being siblings, this kind of stuff is pretty commonplace... but he would normally never react this badly over it to her. She was searching around for clues, trying to find ways she could help his condition, and She ends up running away and he only realizes after he's able to cool down a bit and panics. Contacts everyone he knows to help get a search party together and is desperate and his form is all over the place and he can hardly care to bother hiding it, even when searching on NYC streets. This raises concern from everyone else and what happened in general.
They eventually find Shak and Jayce is full of regret for scaring her off like that and doesn't want to be that kind of person. This is only one of the earlier steps of his descent...
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small-but-oho · 3 days
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G/t Idea: sanctuary for critically endangered tols/smols.
Like take for example that line from the Ghibli Arietty film about how the Clocks may be the last of their kind. What if that was true?
What if humans realized that tinies existed, but there's only a few hundred of them left at all? In an effort to protect them from dying out entirely, scientists put up nature reserves for them, devoid of any predators and heavily observed 24/7, to monitor the species and garantee its survival.
What if the tinies didn't even know that? They know about the fence and that rarely, giants walk through their territory, but they know to hide from them. The elders tell of a time when they had been captured by the giants, but through their cleverness and wit, they managed to escape into this safe valley. Some however, are cynical. They claim that this place they call home is no safe haven but instead a prison!
The same can also be true for giants. Their safe space would probably be an entire valley, with huge, fortified walls all around it. Signs on the outside read "Giant sanctuary - entry prohibited" and a lot of other warnings. The scientists would have to be very careful not to be spotted - not that giants are ultraviolent brutes, but one must be careful with creatures several times ones own size.
And it is important for the humans to not let the giants/tinies know about the sanctuary, since they want to preserve the species' culture and behaviour with as little human meddling as possible.
But what would happen if a giant would ever spot a human? If a tiny revealed the secret behind their safe haven? What would their reaction be? Tell all their family members? Try to escape? Despair? Maybe even befriend their keepers?
But what about the humans? Do they maybe have different goals other than species preservation? What's the opinion of the public of funding such projects? Are there documentaries about them?
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thelilfae · 9 hours
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must be hard being sad, at such a liddol size 🥺
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entomolog-t · 24 hours
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I've been infected with a terminally stupid g/t brainrot.
Picture this- a borrower has their worst nightmare come true: they're spotted by a human.
Undeniably so- like right out in the open.
Though unexpectedly, the persons reaction is only mildly surprised. Like how one might go "Oh!" After finding a long lost item, or when a neighbor drops off a little gift. A strikingly mundane amount of surprise.
"Oh- you're here for the shoes, right?"
In utter disbelief the borrower just goes along with it. The human has clearly heard legends of various smallfolk. Bonus points if the human is heavily mixed/influenced by a ton of cultures (Irish fae, Iroquois little people etc..) but all their grandparents told them different legends/folklore so they have this weird Frankenstein belief system that's just WAY off base.
And somehow the borrower has let themselves get coerced into fixing shoes in exchange for fresh cream and loose change.
DOUBLE BONUS POINTS- at some point, the human accidentally lets their name slip and is convinced the borrower now owns them or something. The borrower is FULLY willing to take advantage of this.
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imvenusasaboy · 2 days
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finally got around to doing that illustration I wanted to do from TAOLAW by @fireflywritesgt :D
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Huzzah!
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michaelmac6072-art · 3 days
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Making Tide Pools
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Maryanne likes the sound and feel of moving water, warm, fresh water especially. It helps her be at ease.
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porcelain-r0se · 3 days
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I love the idea of a middle-aged borrower who had his family killed by humans getting found by a teenage boy with some kind of absent parents like omg
The idea of a human teen getting attached to an adult borrower they found and seeing them as a sorta parental figure dispite the size difference and even the borrower trying to get over their instinctual fear of humans and their hatred towards humans for killing their family and start to feel kinda protective and acting as a sort of authoritative figure towards the teen is literally so cute ♡
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whatifitwasgttho · 2 days
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boyfriends core (take these ocs away from me)
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call-me-reynolds · 3 days
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Thinkin' about Giants being the little spoon when they're sleeping with the Tiny
And the Tiny is just like "Yeah Big Guy Imma stretch my arms as much as I can"
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tea-potato-gt · 23 hours
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More “The art of love and war” memes for @fireflywritesgt because I have no self control and I’m a major procrastinator 🤭😌🫨 Finals week is coming 🤫🫠
Previous TAoLaW memes: Part 1 here / part 2 here
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Hot take: If Joe was SERIOUS about keeping Dr.Harry out of his house, he should have just gotten a ton of apples. 🍎 🍏 there, problem solved! 😌
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bonkalore · 1 day
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These are actually some of the earliest pics I did when thinking of the AU, just never finished, but I should post them anyway! The pivotal moment of Jayce finally falling to the Dread's influence and opening the coffer, unleashing it in full.
I always felt like the moment should have been more dramatic and very apocalyptic level feeling of BAD THING happening, but it fell kind of short and was just needing to be wrapped up. Likely bc time and budget again sadly. Anyway, Jayce violently taken over with hardly any will left! 👍
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cellsg-t · 3 days
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-Okay, perhaps hands weren't a sign of stability. Put me dooown!
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thelilfae · 9 hours
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daisy & melon! 🌼🍉
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Jarred
A tiny is rude to a giant, so the giant decides to teach the tiny a lesson - one they'll undoubtedly remember.
Time-out can gain a whole new meaning when you're four inches tall. (And a jar can feel claustrophobic even if you can so easily fit inside.)
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"-Yeah? Well I think you're stupid!" Tee shouted back up to Jack, stomping his foot on the counter for added emphasis and crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.
Jack's expression turned blank, then darkened. His jaw clenched, and there was an audible grinding of his teeth.
Tee couldn't help but falter, physically taking half a step back as a dark scowl settled on his giant friend's face. Suddenly, yelling at the much larger being didn't seem like it'd been such a good idea.
"H-hey-" Tee started to stutter, raising his hands in front of himself in a placational manner, but he cut himself off with a surprised squeak as Jack's hand shot out above him, ripping open a cupboard door with far more force than necessary and snatching up something inside.
Tee craned his neck up to see what, and his heart stuttered in his chest as he saw-
A jar.
A jar.
Jack was holding a large glass jar, one of the tall ones nearly twice Tee's height, and he was unscrewing the lid with vicious efficiency. Tee nearly jumped out of his skin when Jack slammed the lid onto the counter, and fight or flight mode finally hit the tiny like a train as he saw the giant's hand menacingly swoop forward in his direction.
Tee wisely chose flight.
He spun on his heel and bolted, his heart all at once hammering up from his chest and into his throat and his legs pumping frantically as he darted across the counter, the back of his neck practically burning with the undoubted glare of the furious giant behind him.
Tee barely made it ten steps.
He let loose a blood-curdling scream as Jack's palm collided with his back, giant fingers curling inwards around him like a Venus flytrap.
He thrashed wildly in the grip, any semblance of rational thought having abruptly fled his mind in place of pure, unadulterated terror, but he just as quickly froze - as still as death - when the fingers around him squeezed just shy of making his bones creak with the pressure, the threat as clear as day and all the more sickeningly petrifying for it.
He whimpered - a short, aborted sound - as his feet lifted up off the the counter, and he had to forcefully repress the urge to uselessly wriggle like a caught fish as the movement came to a stop with him aloft in the air, knowing - dreading - without having to look that he was being held above the opening to the jar.
He sent a desperate, pleading look to the giant - to his friend - but Jack's expression was closed off and so, so cold.
Tee's tentative hope that this was all a sick, twisted joke to get back at him withered and died a horrible death.
In the next moment, he was dropped. He landed awkwardly, barely catching himself from twisting his ankle as he landed hard onto the cool glass bottom of the mason jar, gasping out a shocked breath. He flinched backwards into the glass behind him as the jar was set none-too-gently onto the counter, and he craned his neck up high to stare with uncomprehending, fear-filled eyes at Jack.
The giant peered down at him dispassionately from the open lid of the jar. As if he hadn't just obliterated the carefully built, more than just tentatively hopeful trust a tiny had fully placed in his giant's hands. A gift so rarely given. A gift that was now destroyed.
There was movement in Tee's peripheral, and in the next second, his line of sight to the giant's face was blocked by a solid black lid, one that clacked gratingly against the glass before it begun to be twisted, Jack screwing it back onto the jar with what Tee could only perceive as a detached sense of finality.
"No," the tiny whimpered, sliding down the side of the jar and curling his knees to his chest, arms wrapping around his calves and gripping tight. This couldn't be happening. His - Jack wouldn't do this to him. He wouldn't.
But he had.
The tiny's head smacked into the back of the jar when he flinched as the giant's hand suddenly wrapped around the container, lifting it once more and making Tee's stomach drop into his guts with the too-quick movement.
There was a squeak of the cupboard hinges, and Tee had to quickly blink his eyes (which stung with tears that he refused to acknowledge or dare let fall for fear of them never stopping) as the light around him suddenly dimmed. He peered muzzily at his surroundings, which were ever so slightly distorted through the thick glass.
His breath froze in his lungs as he took in the cold, empty jars all around him, lifeless and covered in a thin layer of dust. None showing any sign of use, of ever - or only the rarest of occasions - seeing the light of day.
He snapped his neck forwards again and frantically scrambled to the front of the jar from where he saw Jack looking down at him, one of the giant's hands already loosely gripping the cupboard door's knob.
Tee shook his head, slightly at first, then with more desperation as his panic renewed with a stomach-dropping vengeance, his palms pressing up against the glass and his eyes wide and irrefutably pleading. He knew the giant wouldn't be able to hear him through the container, but a litany of frantic pleas and cries fell past his lips anyway.
"Please - please Jack don't do this. I'm sorry - I - I won't yell at you, or-or call you stupid or- do anything bad ever again. I was- I was wrong. I was wrong - please! I - you - you were right! About everything! I swear I'll listen to whatever you say, I'll- I'll do whatever you want - j-just - just don't leave me here!"
Jack just continued to stare dully at him, stony expression unchanged except for the briefest flicker in his eyes as hot tears abruptly spilled over Tee's blotchy cheeks.
They wasn't enough.
(After all, Jack would have to care for him for his cries to matter.)
Slowly, inexorably, the cupboard door began to shut, and, tone foreboding and so, so sickeningly empty of anything close to concern, consideration, Jack finally spoke in the moment before Tee's world was pitched into terrifying, solitary darkness.
"You'll learn your place."
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OOooohoohooohooooo~ a lillll' angsty I know ;33
This one kinda got away from me, but I had fun hehehe
Also I'm posting this sleep-deprived and with exactly zEro brain matter present at the moment, so fingers crossed that it's actually decent *finger guns*
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