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I did it >:D @puddingforg

I had the power to >:3

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шпащиба за субскрибшн паписку лаке фоловинг ахахах

чи дети!?

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making him uglier <3

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Size shifter AU Oliver would definitely take advantage of that to scare Ryker— sorry Ryker but it's prison time for you sir

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The g/t vibe I wanna bring: 😈🤬👹🔪🤺

The g/t vibe I actually bring: 💕💞🌸😊🤲

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Borrower au first meeting pt. 5

Pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4.

Pt. 6 tomorrow

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smoking with fairy friend

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Rp doodles of me and my friend 's ocs!!!!

No text ver under cut!! !

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I’ve got to put that little guy in a scary situation

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This started as a hand study for a different non g/t piece I’m doing but it got… well… out of hand

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Caught.

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Those that know, know

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bullied loser boy meets wingless fairy who lives like an outcast and they slowly discover the power of friendship to beat loneliness (actually it’s shared trauma) ??? NO WAY

random concept I came up with yesterday at 3 am and I had to draw it ok sorry . they already have names and. idk. I like making ocs leave me alone 😞

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would u trust her wit da PCR machine

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Unlike pt. 3

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3/?? — Reluctant Refuge

<- First - <- previous - Next ->

TW!: language, mild mentions of death

Word count ~ 1200 words

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He needed to get the fuck out of here.

How? Randall didn't know.

Why? Who fucking knows. But why else would he be here if it weren't for something bad?

His leg hurt like hell. There's no way he could climb down for the desk.

But he had to leave.

The man had left into the next room, he was patched up.

If there was anytime to escape, it'd be now.

Randall's watery eyes traveled around the room. It was vast, fit for a giant. The room was mostly dark, save for the dim lights in what he had assumed was the kitchen where the man had left and the overly bright, antique-looking lamp above him. The place vaguely reminded him of the human café down the street. There was a fancy electric chandelier above the cozy looking dark, oak, furniture. Papers and notebooks were scattered around on the desk he sat at with various pens and pencils.

He shuffled closer to the edge, biting back a strangled cry as he tried to get a good look at the nauseating height below. If he'd jump now he'd definitely break something else... Randall glared back at the desk, wondering briefly if the man had gotten his hands on his knife, only to look in the distance to see the figure of the human walking towards him.

He scrambled back, his arms fumbling to pull him backwards.

He was holding something. What was he holding?

Randall was too afraid to get a better look.

It wasn't long until the man was looming over the desk he sat on with his towering form, sitting down and placing a plate onto the table with a small 'clink!'

"Sorry," he apologized, his brown face gentle as if he hadn't tried to pull off his leg, "I don't usually eat at my desk... or this late. I made you something, too. I thought you needed it." He laughed a little — a breathy one that tustled through his hair. Was he a joke to this man?

Randall scowled, his sharp gaze widening as he caught the human's hand moving. He flinched as he was slowly slid a bottle cap full of scraps of the man's dinner, "Tell me if you like it, if you don't I could make something else," he said carefully.

He hessitantly glanced down at the makeshift plate before him. The meal was made up of morsels of some type of vegetable, red sauce, a single noodle, and a piece of chicken...

The most unbelievable meal ever.

'No way this guy was giving it out without a catch. Hell— he probably poisoned it!'

Randall nervously swallowed, his mouth salivating at the thought of getting his hands on something like that. He refused to give in, defiantly turning his head.

The human ignored him, simply stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork and taking a bite, covering his mouth with his hand before he spoke, "To be honest, I'm not really sure you understand me or not," he mused, his gaze flicking back down at Randall as he swallowed and put aside his hand. "...Can you?"

His brows furrowed. What did he think he was? Stupid? He shouldn't have expected more from a human. "...Of course I can," he practically croaked, his voice sounding much more pathetic than the snarky response he was planning to give.

"Do you have a name?"

"...Maybe."

"Alright, Maybe, I'm Jone."

Randall gritted his teeth. He thinks he's funny. "It's Randall," he muttered back.

Jone gave a content smile, humming at the sound of the name.

The smallfolk grumbled and glanced back down at the bottle cap full of food, finally unable to ignore it. He waited until Jone looked away, hessitantly bringing his hand closer before swiping a small piece of chicken. It was warm with a faint tangy scent, things that his food never usually had. He hunched over it, bringing it close, carefully smelling it for some type of poison or odd chemical. He was good at that sort of thing — one of the biggest reasons he's still kicking around at his old age of 24 whole years.

After he couldn't smell anything particularly odd, he nibbled at the edge of it and—

There's only been a few other times in his life where tasted something like this, far too long ago. It reminded him of what his mother made...

Randall didn't dare waste a second to see if the human was watching, scarfing down the miniature meal faster than anything he had before. When he was done, he mild-manneredly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glancing up to see the man with a soft grin that — for a moment — he almost thought it that the food really was poisoned.

"Was it okay?" The man asked, tilting his head as he set the fork onto his empty plate, "I wasn't really sure myself... I haven't really cooked this recipe much." Randall, protecting his dignity in the worst way he can, replied with a blunt, "It was shit."

Despite this, Jone kept a barely hidden, knowing smile on his face. He carefully pushed his own plate aside, leaning onto the table and making Randall flinch and shift backwards. He felt more than uneasy now that the man had his focus solely on him.

It was silent for a few moments before the smallfolk spoke up. "Why did you take me here...?" Randall carefully asked, testing the boundaries of what he could say. Jone’s brows furrowed a little in concern, "I couldn't leave you out in the street... I'm sorry that I sort've... kidnapped you... I can take you to your home next morning if you'd like—"

"—Next morning?!" Randall exclaimed, sitting up and sucking in the pain as he continued to yell, scrambling to find reason, "Y-You can't just— just keep me here—!"

Jone was taken aback, gently trying to reassure him with that stupid, condescending voice, "Well, it's too late to take you out tonight, and you seem pretty weak... On my way to work tomorrow you

can tell me where you live, and—"

"—I'm not telling you where I live, and- and I'm not letting you touch me!"

"It's not like you can just walk there, though,"

"I—!.." Randall stopped himself before he said, 'I'll crawl then,' not quite stupid enough to even attempt something like that if Jone somehow agreed. He glanced down thoughtfully, wracking his mind for an answer for his problem, right before he caught a glance at the empty bottle cap once more, and a light bulb went off in his head.

Maybe he didn't have to leave.

Randall searched the man's face. If he wasn't some sort of phyco that will kill him in his sleep, maybe he could stay— leech off of his stupidity while he heals in the luxury of a warm house with a full stomach.

The smallfolk leaned back a little, playing a disappointed look, "I guess I'll stay until I go my own way," he sighed. He watched with slight disgust as the human's face lit up slightly. "Alright then," Jone said, "I'll... let you rest I suppose— you need it. I'll be over in the living room." He gestured over to a big, brown, leather chair in the other room. "Call for me if you need me."

The human pushed himself to stand, Randall flinching as his massive form moved so suddenly, looming over him. He gave a slight wave before he turned to the living room and bundled up on the chair with what looked like a notebook and a pencil in hand, placing a pair of square glasses on his face.

Randall let out a sigh of relief as his nerves cooled.

This'll be fine.

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So uh... .hi

This took a minute...or a month or 3 .

BUT YAY LOOK I DID IT!! Wow!!!!

I hope you enjoyed reading..

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bro flunked his first job as a monster hunter because the monster was too nice to him 💔💔💔

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"YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING" AHH TINY