#tiny glue

[jirlshi]

Long time not see, I wanted to show a tiny OC I somehow created in one university class, my tiny monster child...

Glue

A tiny creature with an unknown origin, that lives in cities and you may become her temporary friend when she sticks to you, and you can't do nothing about it

She has some characteristics, like...

The amount of eyes represents how many years she has

She's able to eat glue, and is her favorite, specially the one with glitter

Her tail is sticky, if she sticks to you, you can't get out or separate from her till she wants to, you just have to deal with her

She's indestructible, stabbing, nuclear bombs, tearing limbs, even blending her, she would just get out laughing, get back to normal and still sticked to you

She's just a kid who loves to be around people and remembers everyone who take care of her

[lime-ether]

Dork

It seems to me that if Ali takes care of someone little, he will be called dad

It just seems to me that the character Glue ( by Jirlshi) I would call him father and he would be shocked, and perhaps Ivy would be a grandmother x'D

That would be something funny.

Yep, Very Much.

Glue By: @jirlshi/@chill-shi

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[johnnyshrine]

★ 096 // “SBR"

[whumpy-wyrms]

stupid idiot fell in a glue trap. curiosity killed the rat am i right (not actually killed. yet)

(another drawing of another rp i’m doing with @loonybun except this time Vian finds the borrower who’s been living in his walls. it’s not gonna end well for Ollie guys)

[michellemisfit]

@gallacrafts Theme 35: Let’s Ride

Ian should really have clocked the teasing smirk on his husband’s face as Mickey pulled up outside Ian’s work, but it’s been a long day and Ian is fucking exhausted, so excuse him if he isn’t at his sharpest. He falls into the passenger seat with a brief ‘hi’ and a heavy sigh, immediately closing his eyes.

All he wants is to sleep through to Monday, but eventually Ian catches on to the excitement radiating off the man in the driver’s seat, drags his eyes open and turns his head, drawing breath to ask Mickey what’s going on. Which is when he sees… it.

“The fuck, Mickey?”

Mickey immediately bursts out laughing. “It’s you, see?”

No. Ian does not see.

“I found it at the gas station, by the check out! The packet said it’s a ginger! … Get it?” Mickey gleefully explains, and Ian? Well. Ian does not have the energy to deal with this right now, so he shakes his head, closes his eyes again, and tries to ignore his husband’s continuous chortle.

He’ll get him back. After he’s had some sleep!

It takes Ian a lot longer than expected and several fruitless online searches - who knew cutsie car air fresheners were that fucking popular?? - but after clicking through seemingly hundreds of different ones - almost giving up and just buying the middle finger one cause… well… Mickey - he finally finds and orders the perfect one!

A grumpy black cat, with scruffy hair, blue eyes, and ridiculously angry eyebrows.

And the crowning glory? The cat is much shorter than the ginger!

“Oh, fuck off!” Mickey grumbles, while Ian beams, attaching the second air freshener to the rear view mirror of their car.

Mickey may bitch about how he’s not “a stupid fucking cat”, and later on that it “doesn’t even make sense. You actually are ginger!”, and even later still “And my eyebrows do not look like that!!”

And yet, Mickey doesn’t take them down.

In fact, Ian often catches Mickey glancing at them - swaying and bouncing against each other as the car rumbles down the road - and sometimes Mickey even cracks a little smile.

But only when he thinks Ian isn’t looking, of course.

The End.

Medium: Felt

(Some in progress pictures behind the cut)

[cameforstuff]

Tiny book! Tiny book! Tiny book!

I just felt like doing a craft.

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[omniscientpapaya]

my first minis arrived today this is epic

[moszeel]

Handmade specter plushie + my deflated blåhaj

She’s still kind of a wip, since I still want to make her actual outfits. For now she’s wearing the shawl from her undercurrent skin. I still need to figure out if I want to add pigments and eye shine too, but I’m happy enough with the progress to post

[myreia]

— v. raison d'être

It was never going to last. They knew it from the beginning, all of them. Their time in the First was temporary, fleeting. For some, that would have been enough to give pause, to keep distance. For them, it made these moments all the more precious—even when it was difficult, even when it was unfair. Ryne knows they are both proud of her. That will never change, even when they live in separate worlds. It is a bittersweet thing to say goodbye, to close one chapter and begin the next. But change is necessary, a fundamental aspect of life. There is no sense in clinging to the past when the future—with all its countless possibilities—lies ahead. There is no looking back. Only forwards.

[so-very-small]

i put a bunch of glue on my hand so i can peel it off for funsies but my tiny friend hopped on without looking and oh god oh fuck they’re stuck oh my god help neither of us are having a good time rn help

[catchingdaydreams]

Borrower Shigaraki! X reader

Synopsis: You thought you had a rat problem and try to deal with it. Borrower Shigaraki gets stuck in a gule trap. Does he deserve it though? He did steal your stuff.

Words: 600 ish?

You notice that your house is so dusty as of late so you decided to do a big spring clean. As you do you hear scurring in the walls. You thought you might have a rat problem. You believed so even more when you find a trail of crumb leading to a "nest" of some of socks that have gone missing. So you set up rat traps inside. One night you hear it go off in your kitchen. Investigate it you only find that said trap snapped in two, with wood chips scattered around like dust. You're dumb brain could only register as this being a big ass city rat, so you invest in something less breakable. The following night sounds were coming from the kitchen again. Groggy from sleep you armed yourself with a broom (in case said rat attacks) and investigate. You find no rat but an intruder. A very small intruder. Stuck in said glue trap. You thought you might be still dreaming but that thought quickly went away as you heard the little man panic and become distressed by your presence.

You really didn't know what to do, your attempts to pry them from the trap were quickly met with the little guy biting your thumb, causing it to bleed. You back off and wince at the pain.

The little fella stopped struggling, a mixture of exhaustion and pain twisted his face. He just stared at you as you began to panic from this whole ordeal. Completely unamused he tisked, trying at this attempt to escape again he reached for his make shift knife from his pocket. Yet his arms were not moving an inch.

He could hear you talking to him. Were you asking him something? He wasn't really paying attention. Only then in the flicker of his sight he saw you reaching out to him again. He began to panic once more.

"FUCKEN DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY HUMAN BEAN!!" He snarled with venom.

He watched the person's eyes bulge out from shock, mouth wide open.

"You-u can talk?" You questioned, clearly freaking out even more by this whole ordeal.

"Naw your just hearing thinks, oh course I can bloody talk". He said as he muttered 'stupid human bean' under his breath.

"I uh ..." You stutter, really utterly lost for words at this point. You sit in silence as you watch the little man continue to struggle. You wince as you saw his skin becoming irritated and raw as parts were starting to feel off from the glue.

"let me help" you whisper. You're concerned we're only met by a scoff from the tiny human.

"This is all my fault that you're like this, it's the least I can do" you say.

He stopped his useless struggle and looked up to you, further irritated as you continued to talk to him.

"I'm not going to owe you anything". He plainly says. You try to reassure him that's not why you want to help him but he cuts you off. " Oh course you will , it's what you human beans do, you always take, TAKE , TAKE FROM US! you won't take MY freedom. Not again.... anything but that."

"...."

You clearly picked a sore subject with the way how he reacted. All you could do was watch as he cowers, further continually mumbling underneath his breath. You couldn't fully understand him. Somewhere in between you thought you heard him say 'Master' and 'Friends being separated'.

He was dead set with that mindset and wasn't going to change with empty promises from a stranger. So you came up with an idea.

"Right....well that was you who has been stealing my things lately, I found your little stash of sorts. Yet I'm still missing some stuff. If I help you out, all I ask is that you give me the other stuff back."

"I didn't take shit, I borrowed it!" That seemed to get his attention. He snarls back from the offense, yet with less malice. He huffs as he turns his head away from you.

"Okay, okay borrowed....I free you and you return the stuff you "borrowed", alright ?"

There was silence between you two as you waited for his response.

"Fine" is all that he says. Still not looking at you. He sighs though, body still on edge yet exhaustion creeps in once more.

"Okay wait there" You say without thinking, cringing a second later.

You hear a raspy snicker from him, "Yeah no shit".

You get up and get some hot water and a cloth. It was a tedious task trying to soften the gule enough to not further peel his skin off. He didn't jap you with a snarky comment nor fight back this time as you touched him. You could see he was tired and numb with pain to do so. Eventually when he was free from the trap, you set him down in front of you, let he was in a daze, as if his mind was somewhere else.

His lack of awareness and response as you asked him if he's okay only increased your concern for his current state. You reach out to nudge him, careful not to go near his face (you didn't wish to get bitten by him again).

"Hey there little buddy, I'm just gonna wipe the blood off you now. You okey if I also disinfect and wrap your wounds too?"

It takes him awhile to respond but he gives a throaty hum in approval.

By the time you gather the extra supplies to treat him, you re-enter the room to find him passed out. You sign in both your own exhaustion and stress as you tended him. You still didn't even know his name or what he was. ' I guess tiny people exist now' You thought to yourself.

You just feel awful about the whole ordeal. You promised to never invest in these traps again, it was far too cruel to witness it in action.

As you tended him you noticed older wounds around his neck, ringed-like but faded. It almost looked like it came from a collar and it made your guilt feel all the more worse as you remember what he said to you. 'Freedom taken', a 'Master'? Wherever he was before, he escaped and sought refuge where he could... And you made his life shitter by further causing him pain.

You sigh as you gently pick him up and enter your room. Placing him gently in his little 'nest' you head to bed yourself. You know tomorrow will just be as hectic, and you really weren't prepared for what was to come next.

Certainly didn't expect to find him not only gone but somehow replaced all your socks with dust???.

"OH THAT LITTLE FUCKER !!!

[everyillumi]

[icewindandboringhorror]

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[chiropteracupola]

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[whumperofworlds]

Put your Tiny Whumpee in a glue trap.

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[magixfairyix]

Anyone else used to eat that weird birdseed that looked like multicoloured couscous?