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t3a-tan · 20 days

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Okay, we know Oliver isn't scared of James but.. what if James (accidentally or not) actually did something that would scare the shit outta Oliver? Make Oliver feel totally vulnerable and terrified?

We really need to see their angst!

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You guys asked for it. Ironically @justme315 also just made a post whilst I was in the middle of writing it about wanting some good angst-- hopefully this is filling enough. I also tied this into the injury prompt 31 which was requested!

31) "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

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“We all make mistakes, James. It's a part of life. You shouldn't hold onto that guilt forever. You said yourself that Emily forgave you for—”

“Emily forgiving me doesn't fix anything! Fuck, Oliver— I… I don't want your therapy-speak right now, it's just pissing me off!” James interrupted, a slight growl in his tone as he levelled a half-glare in the borrower's direction. His hands gestured as he spoke to emphasise his point. He knew Oliver was only trying to help, but he always made it sound so simple when life just wasn't like that.

Oliver winced at the volume but didn't let it bother him too much, sensing that if he told James to quiet down that might just aggravate him further. He focused instead on what James said. Therapy-speak?

“That's…just how I speak, James. I'm sorry if it made things worse, I’ll try to…hm.” He paused, thinking over what to do to fix his speech in the moment. “I’ll try not to say too many words. I understand that can be overwhelming for some people when they're in distress. My apologies.”

James groaned, slamming an elbow onto the edge of the table as he buried his face in one of his hands for a moment. He looked up, brows furrowing with irritation clear in his expression. “You are literally doing it right now—”

Oliver bristled.

“Oh. I'm…sorry. I'm just trying to communicate clearly so my intentions and feelings aren't misunderstood.” He hesitated again for a moment as he tried to figure out what about his speech was therapy-speak. Did James not want comfort..? But then what was Oliver supposed to do? He certainly wasn't going to participate in James's self-loathing. He offered a reassuring smile. “How would you like me to speak? I just want to help.”

James inhaled slowly before letting out a huff, closing his eyes and burying his face in both hands now. Rather than answering Oliver he stayed like that; silent, annoyed but trying to hold it back. He knew Oliver just wanted to help— but sometimes that just made James feel worse because Oliver had it all figured out and James didn't.

Sometimes he admired Oliver so much, but other times he felt so jealous. Even now, James knew that he was being the bad guy. Oliver wasn't a malicious person and clearly only cared but James really didn't want care right now. He wanted to shout and yell and throw things and collapse in a corner and cry to himself as the thought of one drink wouldn't hurt kept replaying in his mind over and over again.

Sometimes he just needed that time to get it all out so it wouldn't keep bubbling up inside of him, and Oliver was the one who was keeping him from that. Ultimately neither option would fix the relationships he had broken, so it didn't matter which one he picked, right? Self-destruction was probably some fucked up form of self-love in some way.

“I’m sorry—” Oliver began, feeling slightly on edge seeing James be so quiet and simply assuming, correctly, that he had spoken wrong again. He didn't like the feeling at all. He hadn't felt it before when facing an angry human; even angry dangerous humans; because James was his friend and he wasn't used to seeing him in that way. It felt wrong.

And something was clearly wrong because before Oliver could react, he was snatched up into a fist and lifted up to eye level. The position he was grabbed in was less than comfortable, and Oliver had been startled seeing the movement come from someone who hadn't really grabbed him much since their first meeting. Fully facing James's glare felt almost akin to staring down a gun barrel and Oliver felt nervous despite himself.

“Would you shut up?!! I didn't ask you for help or advice, so stop fucking telling me how I’m supposed to fucking feel!! I'm not stupid— I already know that this isn't bloody productive, but for God sake Oliver, you don't know shit about what I've done!!” James knew he was taking out his anger at himself on Oliver right now, but he just wanted him to stop trying.

Oliver grimaced at the further increase in volume, especially from up close. Even after the shouting and swearing though he could still only see that his friend was suffering and all he wanted to do was help. James might not want it, but he needed it at that moment… He needed to break free of these self-destructive patterns.

“I know you aren't a monster.” He responded simply, and despite his slight unease Oliver still managed to meet James's gaze with his own; seeing right through him and into the hurt that was beneath all of the anger. He could see how watery his friend's gaze was.

And that was what made James snap.

He just wanted to get a reaction— some confirmation of his own thoughts and feelings about himself. He wasn't thinking straight.

James squeezed his hand slightly.

He regretted it in the same second he did it, breath hitching and his hand immediately dropping back down to the table and releasing Oliver onto it like a reflex. His expression of anger quickly became one of horror as he processed the small crack he had heard and felt when he had squeezed. Oliver always seemed so invincible that the harsh reminder that he wasn't hit James like a ton of bricks.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” James gasped, blinking quickly to try to keep the water out of his eyes. Why did I do that? Why on Earth did I do that?? His hand covered his mouth slightly seeing Oliver's alarmed and dazed expression as he raised his arm and looked upon his newly broken wrist. I did that. Oh god.

“I'm…fine…” The borrower uttered slowly, still focused on the injury. The adrenaline rush was likely responsible for the numbness he felt buzzing through his whole body and keeping the pain from being unbearable, so he was fine. For now. His voice wavered slightly and he found it difficult to look up at his friend at the moment.

Is this fear? Why am I afraid..? James is my friend, and this was an accident. He wasn't trying to break anything I'm sure… Oliver brought his other hand up to cradle the injury only to notice his hand was shaking. Not just his hand…his whole body. No. I can't be scared. It will only make things worse…

Oliver looked down at his shoes, trying to gather himself again but failing miserably.

“I.. I'm sorry that I hurt you so much, James. I don't mean to.” He felt something wet roll down his cheek and drip onto the floor. Stunned by the fact that he was crying right now, Oliver wiped it off with his uninjured hand before looking at his slightly dampened fingertips with a furrowed brow of confusion.

“Fuck. Oliver don't apologise, I…” James trailed off. He had never seen Oliver shake or cry before— and even if Oliver was still talking fine James could hear the fear in his voice. “I can help. Just—”

As he reached forward to offer Oliver a hand and take him to where the medical supplies were kept, the usually stoic borrower suddenly backpedalled, stumbling back so suddenly that he ended up falling backwards and onto his behind. James's hand snapped back like it had been burned and his lips pressing into a stressed line.

Oliver's heart was pounding as he stared up at James. He had never been like this before, and he didn't like it at all… I need to get a hold of myself. It was an accident. It was an accident… Despite him assuring himself of that again and again his mouth felt dry as he met James's horrified gaze. He was reminded of the glare that had been there only moments ago.

“It…it was an accident. You wouldn't break anything on purpose… It was a mistake.” He murmured to himself, shoulders bunching up and knees being brought closer to his chest. Even when other humans had given him similar injuries, Oliver had never felt like this. He hesitated, looking down again. “Could I have some medical supplies?”

James stood up quickly, wincing as he saw Oliver flinch in response. He opened his mouth to apologise again before deciding against it and quickly going to the kitchen to retrieve the first aid kit. You haven't changed. Even after everything you haven't changed.

He took a deep breath to try to settle his nerves as he grabbed everything needed and walked back in. Oliver was still sitting in the same position; still not looking at him. I took it for granted again. James set the kit down before resting his hands on the edge of the table. He bit his lip.

“Can I help..?” He asked, desperate to try and right his wrong at least a little. He deflated as he saw Oliver's small shake of the head.

“I would like to be alone for a while, please. I..I don't like how I'm feeling at the moment…” Oliver spoke and James hated how he could hear the nervous trembles in his voice. Still, he nodded, standing up more slowly this time. As he looked down at his friend from this position it became clear just how small and vulnerable he was… He blinked again but it didn't help with the tears this time as one simply rolled down his cheek anyway.

“I’m sorry…” He uttered softly. Why did I think it was okay to grab him in the first place? Just because I can? What kind of monster would do something like that..? Lip trembling slightly, James turned and began to walk away only to pause when he heard Oliver's voice again.

“I forgive you.”

James stood still for a few more moments before leaving the room and sitting at the edge of his bed, cradling his head in his hands. He grit his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly.

Forgiveness wouldn't fix anything.

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t3a-tan · 20 days

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Sorry! I do have some prompts in the works I'm just struggling to finish them up neatly ^^ Feel free to send in some asks for characters as it helps my motivation!! Thank you for your support guys ❤️

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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t3a-tan · 21 days

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Oliver is very interested in how exactly James got his hands on a tiny dinosaur onesie, but for now he's just glad James is enjoying himself

Therapist: Dinosaur James doesnt exist he can't hurt you

Dinosaur James:

Therapist I right— dinosaur James is adorable and he wouldn't hurt a fly 😤

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t3a-tan · 23 days

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Therapist: Dinosaur James doesnt exist he can't hurt you

Dinosaur James:

Therapist I right— dinosaur James is adorable and he wouldn't hurt a fly 😤

#aww this is so sweet #he definitely had a dino onesie as a kid #thank youu #g/t community #ocs #g/t artist #ask box #g/t writer #ask

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t3a-tan · 23 days

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Enough with the Oliver talk changing the subject to James I have some questions:

Why did James and Emily divorce? It seems Emily still loves or at least cares about James and James VERY apperently misses his family

What's James relationship with her daugther?

Does James have human friends?

Also really wierd question but does he like dinosaurs?

Thats all :D

Oliver? Who's that? It's James time now 😈

James and Emily had a good relationship until James's mum passed away— James started drinking heavily and although at first they both brushed it off as a temporary coping mechanism it quickly became concerning. Emily and James both began regularly arguing over the issue until during one argument James lashed out and hit her.

Emily demanded a divorce right after that incident, and until James was able to find a new place to live he slept in a separate room. During the divorce process because of his alcoholism, and the fact that he had physically assaulted Emily before, he was not allowed to see her or his daughter until he was fully sober. Emily would still message him to let him know how their daughter was though.

James received professional help for his alcoholism, and although at first he resented his ex wife, he started going to therapy (required in the divorce agreement) and realized how bad he had been to her.

Eventually they returned to court on mutual terms and the divorce agreement was changed so he could see Mackenzie on certain days. He apologized to Emily and they became friends again but didn't get back together.

James has a good relationship with Mackenzie, though he doesn't get to see her often and missed out on her life when she was two up until she was four. He tries to see her as often as he can, and he and Emily plan to return to court again so that he can co parent Mackenzie fully instead of only being able to see her on certain days— especially since Emily struggles to do it on her own with a full time job.

James used to be friends with people in Emily's friend group, but after the drinking and divorce that fizzled out. A couple of them checked on him, and more of them hated him. He has people he talks to at work and he used to go to the bar with those people but he was never particularly close and stopped going to the bar for obvious reasons. So no, he doesn't have any human friends.

And he does like dinosaurs! His favorite is the triceratops.

Thank you for your questions! ^^

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t3a-tan · 24 days

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I really don't want to seen rude, but as a form of advice, i think oliver is at risk of becoming perfect, really he is patient, calm, collected, humble, kind, organized, etc. I love him as a character, but he doesnt seen to have many flaws who are really important for anrealistic character and breakes the ilusion of a perfect guy.

I mean he doesnt seen confortable talking about his past which isnt really a flaw but aside from that i really don't see any flaws or bad habits.

Really REALLY don't mean to be rude its just an observation I've made and maybe he has more flaws that I didnt notice

Btw I really like your blog it's the first sfw and not romantic g/t I have seen

I understand the thought process there, but Oliver does have flaws they just aren't as obvious as characters like Sammy or James; Sammy is allergic to asking for help even if on the edge of death, and James is insecure about his worth and coming to terms with the fact that he used to be abusive.

Oliver on the other hand is usually written as the contrast to these sorts of characters; from their perspective he is unwaveringly kind and brave, so it's something that forces them to reconcile with their own behaviors and be better. This also means his flaws aren't seen as often because their flaws are focused on.

Oliver is flawed in a quiet way; something others don't see or recognize because from the outside looking in he seems perfect.

Oliver self-isolates. He masks. He tries not to let anyone's perception slip through his facade or else.

[To his coworkers he was known as a good worker; polite, well-received, compassionate. He wasn't friends with anyone though.

This didn't upset him in the slightest. He liked his quiet life, and whenever he got close to others they ultimately ended up discovering his past, rumours would spread, and then everyone would treat him differently again.]

The 'again' part there is important. Even though he says that it doesn't upset him in the slightest, his self-isolation was learned after getting close to someone before and that not going well.

[So things were fine like this. Quiet. Sometimes a bit lonely, but nothing Oliver couldn't handle. He stuck to his routine and that was that.]

His routine is a coping mechanism; it represents safety and comfort and allows him to not ever face his own issues until something breaks that routine (namely, James).

It's only after meeting James and seeing James be vulnerable that Oliver opens up about things in his own past, and he's always quick to move on from it. He always preaches about sharing your feelings without fear but when it comes to his past he deflects.

[Oliver cut himself off abruptly, remembering once again that his cousins were missing…and probably not even alive. Oliver turned his head to the side, brows furrowing in upset.

"Well… that's that."]

A lot of his flaws are still a mystery because they aren't shown as often, but obviously I as the writer are aware of them. In some unfinished stories he dissociates, drinks, and goes into self-loathing spirals (but obviously, because those are unfinished and unpublished I wouldn't expect people to know what I haven't shown lol).

Both human and borrower Oliver were told by their mother that they should have died instead. Borrower Oliver was told that mostly in reference to his sister when she drowned— and he blames himself for not being there when she needed him. Human Oliver's family all got in a car accident instead, and so he instead wishes he had been in the car (and he was originally supposed to be going in the car too) and died there, which is what his mother said.

He should have been there.

When his cousins went missing, Oliver just happened to be missing Sammy's birthday that year (both human and borrower Oliver), and he wishes he hadn't. I'll show a bit of an unfinished story;

[If Oliver knew that would have been his last chance to see them it wouldn't have mattered what he was doing— he would've been there. He should have been there.]

To James when he saw Oliver's wall of notes and pictures he saw it as a memorial of sorts; he found it sad but didn't recognize what it actually was; a constant reminder of the mistakes he made and who suffered because of it. Because yes, Oliver does blame himself even though he had very little control over how those tragedies played out.

[Oliver looked upon the note that he had attached to the wall as he sat at the edge of his bed; a mug of tea clutched so tightly in his hands that the tips of his fingers were turning white. It was no longer hot. He wasn't sure how long he had been reading and rereading the note, but it continued to taunt him again and again.]

Anyway. I hope that helped explain him a bit better— Oliver isn't supposed to be perfect, but he is definitely supposed to seem perfect. That's why I usually have other characters being the perspective of the story and actively thinking about how perfect Oliver is— when Oliver is alone and it's his own perspective, that's when you get the juicy bits.

Thanks for reading my stories ^^

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t3a-tan · 28 days

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Open for any OCs ^^

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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t3a-tan · 1 month

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DUDE YOUR ART HAS IMPROVED SO MUCH! do you still draw jamai and the borrower? that story was so super close to my heart

/NF!!! I JUST gLAD YOURE OKAY

Thank youuu ^^ I don't, but I do still draw Jamai on occasions since he is still dear to me ❤️

Here are some of the most recent ones of him!

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t3a-tan · 1 month

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Number 37 for any oc/ ocs??

37) “Oh God, I almost crushed you!”

A little out of nowhere, but here it is ^^ Human Oliver finds borrower Tanner. Both of them are confused about why their cousin is so big/small. Enjoy!

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Time had passed since Oliver's experiences with the borrowers, and although he was still following his usual routine he had started leaving out little bits of food every morning just to help out. The borrower, James, seemed capable of looking after himself, but he could help himself to whatever Oliver left out too.

Although he was intrigued by the man and oddly drawn to him, he also knew that the borrower was still quite uncomfortable around him due to the size difference and general rules of his culture. Oliver wasn't offended by that at all; whatever made his housemate the most comfortable was fine with him.

He found his eyes instinctively drawn to the floor more than they had been before— checking to ensure the man wasn't within his path. It had taken some correcting to remind himself that James was not foolish enough to move within his path without speaking up… now he was able to keep that urge mostly contained.

This backfired immediately, though not in the way he expected.

This time Oliver had been in deep thought about an email he needed to write, already pre-preparing it in his head as he made his way towards his office with a fresh cup of tea. Because he was so focused he didn't even notice that something had suddenly entered his path until he heard a cry.

Oliver froze when he heard the sound from below, bristling in surprise and all of his thoughts coming to a standstill. It took him a few moments to get his thoughts back in order to realise the cry came from…directly below. Oliver took a step back the moment he realised that, dropping to a crouch as his expression took on an edge of concern and guilt.

“Oh God, I almost crushed you! Are you alright, James?” He fretted, placing the cup of tea down on the floor beside the tiny man only to notice… It wasn't James at all. So many borrowers… how have I never met one until recently? “You’re not James…”

Upon making that observation, the figure looked up and Oliver blanched at the odd sight. He had thought it was just black clothing, but the boy was completely void of colour; his only distinguishable features being tear-filled eyes and a parted mouth. They had little wisps of black coming from them… like a living shadow.

Still, they were in distress because of him. Whether they were a borrower or something else, he still almost stepped on them…

“I apologise. It must have been very startling to see someone like me get so close… Take some deep breaths, alright? You're safe.” Oliver moved from a crouch to a kneel and rested his hands on his lap as he leaned down to be closer to eye-level with the tiny shadow. Once the echoey sniffles had stopped and they seemed to be calming down, Oliver opened his mouth to speak again only to be interrupted by the shadowy figure suddenly running towards his face and hugging his nose.

Oliver blinked in bewilderment at the gesture. Are they that thankful that I avoided stepping on them..? Or perhaps… The noises coming from the tiny shadow were very child-like. Another child? Poor thing… I wonder why they were out in the open. Did James know about them?

He moved his hands slowly to cradle the tiny figure, who quickly latched onto a finger instead once they were available, nuzzling their face into his fingertip in such a way that even a composed man like Oliver almost cooed. He cleared his throat instead though, averting his gaze awkwardly. It’s not a good sign for a child to attach to strangers this easily… abandonment? Or perhaps—

“O-Ollie…” The tiny child’s voice was unstable like a radio that kept losing signal, warbling and wavering unnaturally. Even so, Oliver heard very clearly what they said…he even recognized their manner of saying it. He stared down at the tiny child for a few more moments only for his eyes to widen as he realised that he could recognize them.

That's impossible… But it sounds just like him.

The child was trembling, shuddering and scared; as if they had just come from seeing something traumatising. They buried their face into his thumb as they continued to grasp onto it with fingers that seemed impossibly minuscule.

“Tanner..?”

Oliver felt a heavy feeling settle in his stomach the more he wondered how his little cousin had ended up like this. Three years ago he was a happy and normal sized child; now he was tiny and…. different. His brows furrowed and he leaned in closer to the tiny boy, unsure whether to cry or cheer or anything at all.

The boy nodded slowly as he continued to keep his face hidden in Oliver's thumb. The confirmation made tears appear in Oliver's eyes before he could do much to compose himself, and before he knew it he was picking the boy up and cradling him to his chest in a makeshift hug.

“Hey hey hey…. You're alright. You're.. you're alive. I— Don't worry, I'll protect you. I'm sorry…” Oliver wasn't considering his words before speaking like he usually would; causing him to sound disjointed and anxious. That wasn't far from the truth though… thinking about what might have happened to his cousins whilst they were missing was painful enough, but seeing the effects firsthand?

It was soul shattering.

“S-so…big…” The boy murmured shakily, the shadows beginning to disappear and his normal features returning. He was wearing a hospital gown or sorts, and his hair was now blonde instead of the dark brown it used to be. Oliver was so preoccupied in watching the change that he almost missed the meek voice.

“Yes. Yes… I'm big. But that's alright, it doesn't mean I'll hurt you. I promise that you're safe in my hands…” The man was quick to reassure, recognising the fear present in his cousin's stammers. It was understandable. A kidnapping victim was bound to be shaken up after escaping. That did make him wonder though… “How did you get here, Tanner..?”

The tiny boy finally pulled his face away from his thumb, lip trembling. He looked up at Oliver and the man was struck by the fact that Tanner’s eyes were just pools of black. It was wrong. Something was very wrong. Who did this? He couldn't ask the boy such a question so suddenly, so he took a deep breath to contain his anger.

“I…I d-don’t know… In the dark. Very dark… Scary… A-alone…” Tanner began to explain, the echoes in his voice still there but much less than when he had been surrounded by shadow. The boy began to shake more as he recounted his experience and so Oliver began to carefully stroke his head with his thumb. Tanner had always liked having his hair stroked when he was younger, and as the boy leaned into it Oliver knew he must still enjoy that touch now.

Taking a moment to gather himself again, Tanner took a deep breath and wiped at the black tears that had spilled over.

“Don't know.. don't know how long I-I was… there… A-and then I was here…” He stammered, fidgeting with the hem of the hospital gown he was dressed in. Oliver's brows furrowed in confusion. He just…appeared?

“Did you fall asleep?” He asked, receiving a shake of the head in response. Oliver let out a small hum of contemplation. That was odd… But also, whatever happened to Tanner was clearly supernatural in some sense anyway because of his eyes and changing forms. Oliver wasn't qualified to know these things…in fact, he was feeling quite shaken about his knowledge of the world already and now that had only increased.

“Why….why are you a-a human…?”

Oliver bristled at that question. Why would Tanner ask a question like that? He had always been human… Tanner had been too up until he was taken. Unless…

“What else would I be?” He asked, still gentle and reassuring with all of his movements and his tone of voice. It didn't matter what Tanner ended up responding with, Oliver would keep him safe regardless. Whatever the situation was, it might be confusing, but it was clear that this was his cousin in some capacity.

“B…borrower…” The boy responded, voice meeker as he seemed to recognize that Oliver was actually a human and not a borrower. That gave him some pause again… was Tanner a borrower? Was he shrunk and now called himself that? But then why would he think Oliver would also be one?

Oliver shook his head softly, but continued to pet the boy’s head soothingly.

“I’m afraid not. But I am Oliver Oakwood. And you're Tanner Brighton?” He was curious to see if that was still the case, should Tanner be a borrower. A borrower version of his cousins… did that mean there was a borrower version of himself? How odd. Maybe there’s a human James somewhere…

The tiny boy shook his head again, wiping at his eyes. He hesitated briefly before responding.

“I-I’m Tanner Button. My cousin is also O-Oliver Oakwood though… but he's… a-a borrower.” Tanner explained squeakily, and Oliver had to take a moment to think over what that could mean. Was this Tanner from an alternate universe or was he from this universe? As unlikely as it seemed, the first idea was also the most plausible…

Oliver's thoughts were interrupted by a small whine.

“Are…you going to h-hurt me…?” Tanner asked, trembling again as he spoke, his security shaken as he realised that Oliver was not a borrower like him. Oliver's expression softened and he raised his hands slightly just so he could be at eye level with the young boy.

“There's nothing in the world that could make me hurt you. Whether you're my Tanner or not, I wouldn't harm even a single hair on your head…” He assured before kissing his pinkie and gently pressing it against Tanner's forehead. The boy bristled slightly at the gesture and brushed his own tiny hand against the area, clearly touch-starved. Oliver smiled reassuringly. “I'm sure your Oliver is worried sick about you. Until I can get you to him, I'll keep you safe…”

Lowering his hand back down to chest level, Oliver picked up his cup of tea in his free hand before standing back up, email forgotten.

“If it helps at all, I've met other borrowers before. There was a boy named Marcus who got separated from his parents so I returned him to his home, and there's a man named James who lives here in our walls.” Oliver could recognize that Tanner was still worried, so hopefully listening to him talk would give him time to sort his nerves out. He began to walk back towards the kitchen, setting his cup down on the island before walking up to the fridge.

“Are blackberries your favourite too, Button?” He asked with a smile, the name slipping out without much thought. Tanner's face lit up, eyes widening a fraction before he tilted his head.

“B-Button…?”

“Think of it as a nickname… To differentiate you and the version of you that is from this world. Is that…alright? Or would you rather I just call you Tanner..?” Oliver took the blackberries out from the fridge, brows furrowing with concern over whether he might have made his tiny cousin feel uncomfortable without thinking. He approached the island again, starting to lower his hand.

“You can…you can c-call me Button…!” The boy warbled with an edge of enthusiasm that was very thinly veiling desperation. For approval, for attention. Oliver let his hand rest on the island, opening his mouth to speak only for Tanner to speak first in a begging tone. “P-please don't put me down… I don't want to be alone. I don't want to go back… no no no…”

Oliver's fingers twitched and his concern grew as he saw the panic suddenly entering the boy’s body language. He was hugging himself, trembling again and black tendrils began to form over his skin once more.

“Okay. I won't put you down until you're ready… You're not alone. I'm here, alright? You're not going anywhere you don't want to…” Oliver cupped his hands together, rubbing Tanner's back and bringing him up to his chest again. He hugged him close once more, gently shushing the trembling boy. “Deep breaths… You’re safe here with me…”

Slowly but surely the borrower began to calm down, the shadows disappearing once more. Oliver made a note to himself that Tanner was touch-starved more than he had initially realized and to communicate his intentions fully and directly before attempting to lessen contact again. He also wasn't going to use the nickname again until he was certain that Tanner was actually okay with it and not agreeing to it out of fear.

What happened? What sort of torture has this poor kid been through..? What are my cousins going through…?

Once the tears had stopped Tanner sniffled and wiped at his eyes with the edges of his now black-stained hospital gown. Oliver's expression softened and his eyes held a subdued sadness in them.

“If…if you're gonna give m-me a nickname… what should your one be..? Since u-um… since your name's the same. A-as my cousin, I mean…” The boy stuttered, and Oliver took the change of subject as a sign that he wasn't as on edge as before. Hopefully… He hummed in thought.

“Well… maybe Doctor? It's my title. I'm not sure if borrowers have the same titles as humans do.” He offered, only to pause when he recognized that Tanner had suddenly gone very still. He brushed the kid’s hair from his face with his pinkie, attempting to coax a response from him. “Are you feeling quite alright?”

“D-doctor… doctors are bad… they— they hurt borrowers, they take us apart a-and they— no… you're not a doctor. O-Ollie wouldn't do that…” The shadows returned almost immediately, consuming the boy and leaving him as an indistinguishable dark figure once again. The colours of his eyes and mouth flipped to white once more as frightened tears streamed down. “Y-you promised… You said you wouldn't h-hurt me… You promised..!”

Before Oliver could even begin to process what was being said, Tanner attempted and failed to jump from his hands. He swiftly brought his hands up to eye level, concern now very clear in his expression, distressed by the outburst and by the implications of the boy’s words.

“I do promise. I'm— I have a doctorate in psychology. Either way, I wouldn't hurt you…” It took a lot to maintain a gentle and reassuring tone and Oliver tried his best to ensure his own worry didn't cause him to raise his voice at all. He felt his heart break again as he saw how panicked and helpless Tanner looked from within his cupped hands. “What…happened to you…?”

Alarmingly, Tanner's form suddenly began to distort before disappearing entirely, causing Oliver to panic for a brief moment until he saw the boy was on the island. It didn't seem like he knew what had happened either as the moment he realised he was no longer being held by anyone he began to wail— not with despair though… he was terrified. Oliver felt tears prick the corners of his vision but he had to keep calm.

It was hard. This situation wasn't normal and as much as psychology was his strong suit it was so much harder to keep himself in check when his family was involved. He didn't know what to do.

“I-I'm sorry— I-I'm sorry, you can hurt me..!” Oliver's face fell.

“I..I don't want to—”

He was interrupted immediately; Tanner wasn't really listening…

“Please don't go— I-I don't want to be alone!”

“You're not alone, Tanner, I—” Oliver spoke with more urgency this time, but Tanner continued to spiral.

“Y-you can hurt me! I-I won't move so please—”

“Tanner!” Oliver couldn't help but raise his voice slightly then, desperate for the boy to stop. It hurt to hear. It hurt to know.

The boy finally snapped out of it, though he was startled by the sudden loudness of Oliver's voice to the point that his tears started immediately after processing it. He curled up, burying his blackened face in his shadowy arms. Oliver was hesitant, but soon ran a finger up and down the kid’s back again. He didn't know what to say… so he didn't speak.

There was a tune that had been stuck in his mind since he was young. He couldn't remember where he heard it, only knowing that it was some sort of lullaby. He remembered it so clearly and yet he knew none of the words and had no vivid memories that featured it. Even so, his cousins had always been receptive towards the song and so he started to hum it.

He leaned in close, cupping his hands behind Tanner as he continued to stroke his back. After the shadows over his form began to fade and his tears slowed again, Oliver still found it a little difficult to speak. He couldn't afford to go nonverbal though, and so as much as he was struggling to form a sentence he kept trying.

“No nicknames… You're Tanner and I'm Oliver, okay?” Oliver forced it out before letting out a small sigh after, finding that his mind was still racing enough to make the room spin. He had to keep his composure… for Tanner's sake. Oliver shakily wiped a tear from his eye again before speaking. “I should have been there to help you. Maybe if I had been there you wouldn't have been taken…”

It was then that Tanner actually noticed how emotional Oliver was over the situation. It was startling; his Oliver had never been very expressive. He had never seen him cry— though he didn't see him that much anyway since he was moving out just as Tanner was turning 5 years old. He sniffled, still looking up at the giant man with a sense of guilt and awe.

“The thought of you and Sammy suffering all alone… I… It's awful. You shouldn't have had to suffer.” Oliver shook his head solemnly before meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry. There are some truly evil people in this world— but I will not let them so much as think of you again.”

Even if this was not the Tanner from his universe, Oliver's compassion wouldn't allow him to see this Tanner in any other way besides family. This was different to finding James or Marcus. This was his cousin. This was someone who had been forced to endure things no human or borrower should. He was still a child.

And still alive.

Oliver's eyes widened and he bristled, sitting up before glancing around the room as if he might spot something out of the ordinary. “Is.. is Sammy with you? Is she okay?” He needed to assure her of her own safety immediately— Tanner was the most trusting of the two which meant there was no doubt she would be terrified of him.

It hurt to imagine; Oliver would never hurt his cousins, whether they were from this universe or another. But they didn't know that… maybe Tanner was starting to understand.

Oliver focused on the boy again when he felt a minute touch against one of his fingers. He relaxed, realising how tense he was and not wanting to accidentally frighten anyone further. He almost forgot that he had asked a question, but was stricken when Tanner shook his head.

“S-she… I don't know how long… they— they injected me with something a-and then it went dark… but I wasn't asleep. I don't know…” He trailed off, still meek and unsure of himself in the situation, but also trying to give Oliver some trust. “I-I saw her before. She was…alive.. u-um. In the cage…”

Despite his efforts, some of Oliver's fury managed to seep through into his gaze at the mention of a cage. He averted his eyes momentarily, brows furrowing with upset.

“A cage. How barbaric…” He murmured, before taking a deep breath and calming himself back down. He looked at Tanner once more, and despite all the rage and despair buzzing under his skin he managed to offer a smile, petting the boy’s head.

“Okay. You should eat and drink something… I'll wash up these blackberries, alright?” He gathered Tanner up into one hand, cupping it and continuing to stroke his hair with his index finger. Simultaneously he poured some blueberries into a colander, carrying it to the sink and washing the blackberries off in the sink. Once they were clean he poured them into a bowl and set the bowl down on the island.

Oliver sat down at the island counter, continuing to cradle Tanner in his palm as he worked as he knew that the boy wouldn't take well to being put down. He picked up a blackberry and brought it over to the little borrower, offering it to him with a soothing smile.

“Go ahead. Eat your fill. I'll focus on finding your sister…” He could sense the hesitation in Tanner's movements but was relieved to see him take the berry despite that. I'll keep you safe. I'm sorry I didn't do a good enough job at that before.

As the boy ate it became clear how tired he was. After the third berry along with Oliver's gentle touch, Tanner fell into a deep sleep curled up in Oliver's warm palms. Oliver didn't move for a while after, just watching; scared that if he did anything his cousin would disappear.

I should probably talk to James...

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t3a-tan · 1 month

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Number 37 for any oc/ ocs??

37) “Oh God, I almost crushed you!”

A little out of nowhere, but here it is ^^ Human Oliver finds borrower Tanner. Both of them are confused about why their cousin is so big/small. Enjoy!

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This backfired immediately, though not in the way he expected.

Still, they were in distress because of him. Whether they were a borrower or something else, he still almost stepped on them…

That's impossible… But it sounds just like him.

“Tanner..?”

It was soul shattering.

Taking a moment to gather himself again, Tanner took a deep breath and wiped at the black tears that had spilled over.

“Why….why are you a-a human…?”

Oliver bristled at that question. Why would Tanner ask a question like that? He had always been human… Tanner had been too up until he was taken. Unless…

Oliver shook his head softly, but continued to pet the boy’s head soothingly.

The tiny boy shook his head again, wiping at his eyes. He hesitated briefly before responding.

Oliver's thoughts were interrupted by a small whine.

Lowering his hand back down to chest level, Oliver picked up his cup of tea in his free hand before standing back up, email forgotten.

“Are blackberries your favourite too, Button?” He asked with a smile, the name slipping out without much thought. Tanner's face lit up, eyes widening a fraction before he tilted his head.

“B-Button…?”

What happened? What sort of torture has this poor kid been through..? What are my cousins going through…?

Once the tears had stopped Tanner sniffled and wiped at his eyes with the edges of his now black-stained hospital gown. Oliver's expression softened and his eyes held a subdued sadness in them.

It was hard. This situation wasn't normal and as much as psychology was his strong suit it was so much harder to keep himself in check when his family was involved. He didn't know what to do.

“I-I'm sorry— I-I'm sorry, you can hurt me..!” Oliver's face fell.

“I..I don't want to—”

He was interrupted immediately; Tanner wasn't really listening…

“Please don't go— I-I don't want to be alone!”

“You're not alone, Tanner, I—” Oliver spoke with more urgency this time, but Tanner continued to spiral.

“Y-you can hurt me! I-I won't move so please—”

“Tanner!” Oliver couldn't help but raise his voice slightly then, desperate for the boy to stop. It hurt to hear. It hurt to know.

And still alive.

It hurt to imagine; Oliver would never hurt his cousins, whether they were from this universe or another. But they didn't know that… maybe Tanner was starting to understand.

Despite his efforts, some of Oliver's fury managed to seep through into his gaze at the mention of a cage. He averted his eyes momentarily, brows furrowing with upset.

I should probably talk to James...

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t3a-tan · 1 month

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I drew your Oliver <3

Ahhh omg it's the him!!! I love him,, Thank youu ^^

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t3a-tan · 2 months

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I absolutely adore your writing! The size swap AU meeting scene when Oliver is very anxious to clear away the cereal bowl and actually eat his breakfast is just *chefs kiss*

Relatable autism vibes, don't mess with my routine tiny dude

Aww thanks! I'm glad you like it ^^ And yes, Oliver takes his routine very seriously lol

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t3a-tan · 2 months

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Prompts open for my characters ^^

I made a 100 sentence starter prompt list. Do it if you want!

1). "Hey, is something wrong with your arm?"

2). "Ow! Ow! You need to let me go, or else you're going to break something!"

3). "Either you let them go now, or something bad is going to happen!"

4). "Come now child, you will wear yourself out."

5). "You possess a lot of power for someone as small as yourself."

6). "I don't get it, you should have grown back to normal!"

7). "Your kind has took everything from me, why would I ever trust you?!"

8). "Why... did you save me?"

9). "You're exhausted, you need to rest."

10). "I wish others saw you as an actual person."

11). "No one will ever listen to me at this size."

12). "Here let me help, last thing we need is for that wound to get infected."

13). "You're really not scared of me being big?"

14). "Legend says: fairy wings can grant you wishes."

15). "Come on, let them be! It's not like they stole a lot of food at their size!"

16). "Listen, if you don't calm down, we're all going to be doomed!"

17). "You've been running for so long, fighting everyday to survive, I think it's finally time you rest."

18). "I can help you get back to your world if you just trust me."

19). "There has to be a way to lift this curse!"

20). "Since when could you change your size?!"

21). "Please, you're the only one who can help me!"

22). "You don't need to hide from me."

23). "If only I could protect you."

24). "This isn't right, we can never be together!"

25). "It's not every day a tiny person lands in your food."

26). "Listen, I may be good but the rest of my kind is not, if they see you... you're dead!"

27). "You could destroy an entire city... but you didn't."

28). "My mother used to tell me horrible stories about giants."

29). "Just let me go, and I'll never steal from you again!"

30). "Here, stay close to me."

31). "Geez, your skin is like ice!"

32). "I must be drunk if I'm seeing tiny people."

33). "Humans wander in this world and never get back to theirs."

34). "If only I could be your size for once!"

35). "You're treating me like a pet!"

36). "Don't you even think about putting me in that cage!"

36). "Careful, they bite!"

37). "Oh god, I almost crushed you!"

38). "You're adorable!"

39). "I'm gonna have to put you in my pocket."

40). "Please don't pick me up."

41). "Honestly, I don't blame you for being scared of me."

42). "You can't tell anyone else about me!"

43). "Just because I'm small, doesn't mean I'm fragile!"

44). "Wow, who knew cats could be so terrifying at this size!"

45). "Where are you from exactly?"

46). "There's no time to explain, get in the pocket!"

47). "You'll be safe here."

48). "I'm sorry for shoving you in my pocket."

49). "Can you move this boulder?"

50). "You're small enough to fit in there."

51). "You can stay here until the blizzard blows over."

52). "Where can we find a shelter to fit someone of my size?!"

53). "That bird would have swooped down and got me if you hadn't saved me!"

54). "You're not mad that I snuck into your house?"

55). "Oh thank God, I thought rats invaded my kitchen!"

56). "If you ever compare them to vermin again, I'll beat the shit outta you!"

57). "I'm not letting you leave."

58). "You look like you're about to pass out."

59). "I can't believe I'm stuck here at this size!"

60). "Can we meet again?"

61). "I don't care how small you think you are, you made the biggest impact on my life."

62). "I guess you're not comfortable with me eating around you."

63). "Sounds more like stealing rather than borrowing to me."

64). "You don't have to be scared of me."

65). "Hey, look at me, you're going to be okay!"

66). "Stay with me!"

67). "I can't help you if you won't tell me the full story."

68). "There's more of you, isn't there?"

69). "You didn't deserve that."

70). "Don't worry, there's no one left who will miss me."

71). "You were born like this?"

72). "You can crash here if you want."

73). "Are you crazy? You nearly fell!"

74). "You've been terrorizing this town?"

75). "Let me give you a hand."

76). "You ripped my favorite jacket!"

77). "You need to eat something."

78). "So you're the mortal who summoned me?"

79). "If you weren't a good person, I wouldn't have trusted you."

80). "Hold tight, we're getting you out of here!"

81). "I thought I could trust you!"

82). "You know I trust you, right?"

83). "You're lucky, I was there to save you!"

84). "I'm scared of heights!"

85). "Will your wing be okay?"

86). "If you do that, you'll be small forever!"

87). "Finally, you're awake."

88). "Keep me safe."

89). "I'm doing this to protect you."

90). "How can someone as small as you survive out here?"

91). "I never meant to scare you."

92). "Can you give me a hand?"

93). "I can't believe I'm living a fairytale!"

94). "I'm not going to force you to stay here."

95). "You've done enough damage!"

96). "Get me out of this jar now!"

97). "It's okay, I'm used to being called worse things by your kind."

98). "I'll carry you where ever you need to go."

99). "I'm putting my life in your hands."

100). "Do you see me as an equal?"

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