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These colors look so beautiful!!

I’m sorry, I love affectionate giants so much. I’d love to be the object of a giants cuteness aggression. The overbearing warmth, their scent, their skin surrounding you on all sides while you just sit there like:

:>

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Saeko

Just in case it sounds interesting and you haven't heard of it before. the game is in the horror genre, so be careful!!

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A question for maya! Did you know someone was in your house before you met your little “guest”? Or was it a super sudden occurrence?

"Hmmm, yeah I knew about him. Y'know, for all the talk about Neera being nearly extinct, nigh-mythical little mouse folk, he wasn't very good at his quite simple job." Maya laughs, before turning her head as if looking for something, and leaning in to whisper.

"Don't let him get to you with his excuses about being born and raised in the forest, not our homes- with my hunting prowess I totally would'a caught him either way, so there" she humphs, though even she seems unsure about her own statement.

"And don't mention our first meeting! I-I let him get away on purpose!"

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hand drawn gt my beloved omg this is so good

some panels i redrew of @alserm ‘s Florian and an art i got inspired to draw. it’s a full brainrot guys i can’t 😭😭

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cute! i love the handdrawn artstyle!

not much but here you go guys

they were having a cozy evening

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A question for Maya, have you ever kissed a boy?

the answer is....

idk lol, never really thought about it... if you mean has she ever kissed Misho, that's definitely a no, has she kissed another neko, probably...?

seriously tho thank you for the asks, i really appreciate you taking interest in them!

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inspection

(using a pose from @gtposeref)

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omg the colors and the lighting here are fantastic!!!

Naughty witches get put in the jar

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Very shy, but are Misho and Melody a couple, I love stuff like that? I also love it when the tiny/neera/mouse is the bold and romantic one!

AAAaaaaa but seriously thank you for taking interest in my characters!! anyways, onto your questions below the cut!

Sorry if Maya seems a little cold compared to how she acts in the story, she kinda gets bullied in her life lmao- so when she found a 3-inch-tall mouse man thought to be extinct, her original 'teasing' was the result of her finally feeling like she could have some sort of control over something in her life... and then it backfired on her

I LOVE gt couples, I mean, who doesn't?.... unfortunately, at this part of the story they are far from that :( despite the lack of content for them (and just in general on this blog lmao) I actually do have their whole story planned out, so maybe you'll like some of the future developments wink wink

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omg I LOVE DIS Pheobe's expression is so smug i love it

for the outfit meme do c2 with pheebie 🫶

I don’t draw her in green enough I like it

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oooooh love love love this!

Pest Treatment (1?)

no editing we die like mice but oops some of those mice were also people

an exterminator meets a borrower or two; a borrower has a very rough evening

cw: whump, tiny whumpee, carewhumper, animal death (mice), death/dead body (look, one of the main characters is an exterminator), some very callous handling of the dead, poisoning, kidnapping/capture, you know normal meetcute stuff

It was the last visit at the end of a long day, and Rich had volunteered himself to speak with their client, leaving Frankie to get down on her aching knees to check the traps they’d left out earlier this week. She shouldn’t complain. The client was a old creep and she was way too young to be bitching about her joints.

So far, she’d found three dead mice so far, which was more than she’d been expecting, really. For all the man’s complaints of nighttime noise and ruined food, she and Rich had hardly seen any actual signs of rodent activity, never mind a full-blown infestation. She slipped into the garage, where they’d seen most of the pellets.

She didn’t expect to find…this…waiting in one of the traps. Frankie didn’t know what it was or how it got there or exactly how guilty she needed to feel about it. She didn’t want to touch it. She didn’t want to find out that it was real. There plenty of blood on her hands, that was the nature of pest control, but it was animal blood, not…

It looked like a man.

She hollered for Rich. He’d been working in the field for much longer than she had, long enough to have encountered just about anything infesting these parts. If nothing else, he could confirm she wasn’t hallucinating. He excused himself from his chat with the homeowner and joined her in the garage.

“Need something, Francesca?”

She was too disturbed to bother to scowl at the long form of her name.

“Am I…? What am I looking at here?” Frankie asked, gesturing to the dead thing.

A closer examination just made her stomach turn. The thing in the trap was either some kind of tiny human or a sick doll set up as a prank. Its face, barely the size of her fingertip, was a snapshot of shock and agony, gone still with death. The snap-trap’s bar had crashed down over the tiny man’s middle and shattered his spine. Her stomach lurched and she couldn’t look away.

It was no dead mouse, but a murder scene and Rich barely flinched. The corner of his lip twitched down and he shook his head.

“Ah, hell. I’ve never seen one dumb enough to walk into a trap. Poor thing must’ve been desperate,” Rich said regretfully.

“You’ve seen this before? What is it? Was he…?” her voice struggled to make it up her throat.

“A person? Maybe. Or some kinda fairy, I think, they’re not much for talking. It’s usually best to just let them be, I’ve found. They leave on their own once we start setting out poison,” Rich said.

He told her to go take a quick break, maybe wash up a bit. The job was almost done anyway, it wouldn’t be so bad to finish it alone. She hesitated with the knee-jerk sense that she had to prove herself capable. There was little Frankie hated more than being dismissed as weak and she hadn’t yet been at this job long enough to build up a solid reputation to defend herself with.

But she could feel the blood on her hands even through her gloves and that felt like a sign of bad mental health to come if she tried to ignore this guilt. She went inside to hide out in the bathroom for a moment to clean her hands and clear her head.

What did Rich mean, that it had maybe been a person? It sure looked like one. They went out of their way to keep poisons inaccessible to non-target species, but they weren’t worried about these maybe-people? Maybe the maybe was a trick meant to knock the sin down from murder, but that thought was even more upsetting. She could throw up.

She wondered if there were others. There had to be, right, if Rich had seen them before? Should they be putting out signs or…how close to human were they? How many had they killed? Had she killed?

She took off her gloves and washed her sweating hands. The mental image of that face couldn’t be cleaned away. She swallowed hard. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d set out mouse traps, per her job, and somehow that thing—the man—had crawled into reality and stumbled into one. She didn’t have any reason to feel guilty. She scrubbed harder, digging at her skin until she had almost convinced herself to let it go.

She took a deep breath to go back to work when she heard a soft thud, like the soap slipping off its tray and into the sink basin. Frankie turned around to fix it and nearly jumped out of her skin. There was another one there, one of the maybe-people mouse-folk, lying flat on her stomach in the sink. She was a bit larger than the other, fat as a rat, but she was also alive. She pushed herself up to her knees with shaking arms, and clutched her gut in misery. It took her a moment to notice Frankie looking down at her, but when she did, she shuddered.

“H-help,” she gasped. Frankie swore she heard the word within the creature’s labored breathes.

This one, Frankie decided, this one she could save.

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Starling sat beside her husband’s body and wished she felt more heartbroken. Her hands shook as she felt for signs of life and again found none. She ought to grieve, to cry, but she hardly had the space for it. She was disgusted. Furious. Sick. Exhausted.

He’d tried to kill them all, and, damn it all, she had helped. She had baked his poison into something more palatable and served it up to the whole brood.

“Did you know?” she whispered. Her throat burned. He had lived outside before they met each other. He should’ve known what rat bait looked like.

Some kinda protein bar, he had said. Found it outside. Guess someone dropped it while they were working, lucky for us.

And Starling had believed him. As if borrowers ever got lucky. There was something odd about the block, the proportions maybe, the color, but the humans dyed their food all sorts of bright colors and this had had nuts in it and they hadn’t found any real food in days and she was scraping crumbs of crumbs out of the pantry and something had to be better than nothing.

They should have left when the mice came inside, when the old man started locking down the kitchen. They should have left when the exterminators came and laid siege to the property. But Starling’s family, self included, was proud and long-established in the old home.

She gave her husband’s frozen hand a final squeeze and stumbled to her feet. Her head swam as she moved. Her body begged her to lay back down. Across the room, her mother wasn’t moving. Her sister moaned about the pain, and their cousin collapsed when he tried to stand. He couldn’t speak when she tried to help him and she fled.

She was a terrible person for it, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t face this. She was too scared to see who was gone and who was on their way out and afraid to hope there was anyone else left.

She’d eaten last, which meant she’d eaten the least, so as terrible as she felt, it was safe to assume everyone else had it worse. Maybe if she just, if she could throw up, she might…maybe she could find something to fix this.

Vomiting didn’t help, at least not enough. She was still so weak she was shaking and now her mouth tasted of bile. She kept going, further and further from her home within the walls. Her vision blurred with dizziness and tears.

She fumbled her way down towards a bathroom in search of soap and clean water to get this taste out of her mouth, at least. But getting there had been exhausting and her coordination was getting worse and worse. She grabbed scraped off a bit of soap then tripped into the hard basin below.

She pushed herself up and froze as a shadow swallowed up the light. As a living mountain, a colossus, a human stared down at her. The most notorious predator in the world. It smelled like sanitizer and bug spray.

Starling was so damn sick, she hadn’t even noticed the human was in here until it was staring down at her. Hadn’t thought twice about the wet soap, about the light. Was too dizzy to think much about the noise, since everything was already too loud. She tried unsuccessfully to get up and run. All she could do was tremble and pray for rescue.

“H-help,” she gasped.

But of course no one could help her. She had run away from her responsibility to her family and she would face her consequences alone

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so cute! I always love when creators give their OC's more monster like traits!

im doing it. im drawing silly little guys. im cute.

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omg this is such a fun and cool idea!!

goggle can you get rabies from kissing a bat

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the colors and EVERYTHING here is amazing omg!!

A strange encounter in the back of the garden

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Height swap 👀

Fugi found himself a new hobby 🧗‍♀️

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Strangers in the Storm ch. 1

Summary:

This is part 3 of the In Darkness series. A fanwork of The Long Dark and the Borrowers. This story follows the story of Sage's parents (Maple and Dill) and what happened to them. Why did they leave Sage? Why did they go at the same time?

---Maple has lost everything thing. Haunted by regret and guilt over her choices. But there's no way to correct the past....the only way is forward. Faced with the challenges of surviving the wilderness on her own, will she trust this human who goes by the name Astrid? ----

Transcription of comic: 

Maple's thoughts in red: 

-*Did it even matter.......?*-

-*How could I???*-

-*It can't end like this......*-

-*I wish it killed me.....*-

-I deserve this... for what I did.....*-

-I can still fight.....still escape*-

-*With what? I lost my knife!*-

-*wish to go BACK......please let me go BACK!!!!*-

-*I shouldn't have left her*-

Text:

Maple hung from the talons of death. The strong talons of the hawk curled firmly around her middle, its curved claws --- in a stroke of luck missing her flesh. Her husband.....her soulmate in this life, wasn't so lucky. The curved claws had pierced his skin.

 The Talon- crushing him. 

Or maybe he was the lucky one. Considering what her final destination was....perhaps it would have been a mercy to share his fate. 

Her mind was at war with itself, consumed with regret, guilt, despair, and treacherous hope. The hope that she could still fight, still escape, still fix her mistake. Maybe she could slip away from the nest while her mate was consumed. Maybe she still had a chance to right her wrong. Maple's mind tore at her. With every fiber of her being, she wished she could go back and make a different choice. Even if she did escape, she knew deep in her heart it was too late to fix what she had done. 

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oooh love the lovely coloring goin on here!

rough seas- page 2

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