I'm Just. Imagine How Absolutely INSANE Any Borrower Would Go Having To Live In The Walls Of Like. Any

I'm just. Imagine how absolutely INSANE any borrower would go having to live in the walls of like. Any statement giver.

A big box is delivered to your human's door? Cool. Written "do not open" on it? You've seen weirder. It starts moaning. And then your human is walking around at night.

Your human is getting chased by a just. TIDAL WAVE of worms and now he's holed up in the apartment all day and you can't borrow.

That lady you see from the walls of the archives is distinctly not the same lady as before, but no one seems to notice. Sure.

You learn two of the people in the building you live in are all seeing and have probably seen you many times. You should probably move out.

This guy moves into your human's apartment and reads his mail outlook everyday, it's all just spooky stories. How do you even RESPOND to that. He feeds off them? He has powers?! FEAR GODS?!

Your human slowly and methodically takes out books everyday and eats them. Page. By. Page.

Just. What sort of stories do you think borrowers come up with about that? "Yeah my human was just haunted by a guy on her computer" "no way, MY human's book club dissolved very suddenly into murder!"

Like. HUMANS are terrified enough during statements. Imagine some freaky eldritch shit happening to someone already twenty times taller than you and the having to LIVE WITH THEM. Bruh.

G/tober Day 6- Jars

Warnings: Mild dehumanising behaviour. Let me know if I missed any

A continuation of day 3’s ‘Overgrown’ prompt, featuring sassy Virgil. The prompt comes from @aaytaro-gt’s prompt list.

When Virgil came to, he’d expected to be in his bed with afternoon light streaming through the window.

So why, when he looked around after his abrupt awakening, was he faced with a human?

It instantly set off every alarm bell in his mind and he yelped, wings fluttering in preparation to dart past the human. He didn’t get the chance when the lid of the box he was trapped in was slammed shut.

Virgil was then jostled around as the human, presumably, started moving.

After a long few minutes of being tossed from wall to wall inside his prison, he finally settled at the bottom as the box was set down upright. The lid opened and while Virgil was blinded by the sudden onslaught of light, a shadow fell over him and the human snatched him up.

The grip was like that of a scientist, firm in keeping his wings pinned as well as his arms. A thumb was wedged under his chin as if Virgil was going to bite like some animal.

He was dumped into a glass container, barely avoiding landing on his wings. Scrambling to his feet, he swayed unsteadily as the human lifted the oddly shaped bottle to his face, distorted through the glass. He briefly debated if it was worth a bent wing to try and fly out before he squashed the idea.

“What are you?” he asked and Virgil hissed in response, bearing his teeth in an obvious threat. While he could instinctually understand any human language, the warped form of English coming from the human was unusual to him. How long had he been locked away?

“There’s hardly need for that.” The human said and Virgil couldn’t feel more patronised if he tried. Being stuck in a human’s presence was more than enough reason to be angry. It was easier to be angry than scared.

“Maybe when you summon the manners to have a civil conversation without trapping the other involved, I’ll have the respect to treat you civilly in return,” Virgil spat, wings flaring in indignation. The audacity to expect civility when the human had been such a terrible host was laughable.

Surprisingly, a bashful expression came over the man’s face and he looked chastised at Virgil’s words. “Ah, apologies, I wasn’t quite sure how to go about this. I’ve never seen one of your species before: what are you?” he asked and Virgil furrowed his brow.

“The question should be what my name is, but since you seem to be skipping pleasantries, I’ll start. Who are you?” Virgil leaned back against the glass, aiming for an air of casualness while his hands fidgeted with the fabric of his tunic. So far he was fine, nothing had been done to him.

Red crept across the man’s face and again he averted his eyes, “My name’s Logan.” He mumbled, “And you are?”

“Virgil,” he introduced curtly. “Are you going to let me out or continue gaping?”

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Yes, there is a reason Virgil speaks so formally. In this, he would’ve been a prince and begrudgingly he would’ve learned the proper manner.

there’s some blorbos that you want to be giant because you trust them. give them big height and they’d be the epitome of gentleness and care for anything and anyone around them.

and there’s some blorbos you want to be giant because you know they’d absolutely take advantage of how tall they are. like it’d be chaos giving them that much power. so u give it to them anyways

The giant urge to squee at how small and cute and within reach everything is, yet to maintain composure and NOT grab anything or anyone unless the okay is given.

Or maybe you're a chaotic giant and just yoink at will, either works I think.

This applies to minigiants too.

Cause it’s Ace Week! 

Happy Ace Week, everyone! 🖤🤍💜

G/tober day 21- Candy

Warnings:None

Day 21 of G/tober, inspired by @aaytaro-gt’s prompt list. Sorry for the long absence but I got sick and it knocked me off my feet for a long while but I’m much better now. Today I got extra inspired so there’s a little drawing that accompanies this writing.

Roman loves Halloween!

The costumes, the decorations, the candy. It was all absolutely amazing and Roman loved this time of year, even as it started getting colder.

Despite all the fabric that he had access to during October, it was the candy that he was the most excited for. The humans just left it out in one massive bowl and of course Roman would take the chance to pilfer as much as he could. Generally, he went after hard candies and chocolate that would last longer so he could excuse the danger of it to Virgil as ‘legitimate borrowing’, whatever that meant.

Slinging his satchel over his shoulder, Roman checked the watch face hanging on the wall. 2:43 am. Perfect.

Clicking on his lamp, which was a red LED light, Roman started walking down the tunnels, carefully descending the nails embedded into the wooden beam. They’d tried their collective best to make the tunnels as safe as possible, but it was difficult when the tunnels needed to be at different levels in different rooms.

Coming up behind the wall socket in the living room, Roman wiggled it open and peered through, holding his breath as he listened for any sign of the humans. He didn’t see or hear anything and he quickly stepped into the open, repositioning the cover behind him.

Surveying the room once again, Roman couldn’t help being glad for the soft light of pumpkin themed lights strung around the room. When he locked eyes on the bowl of candy on the table, he grinned. It was out in the open, but it was the middle of the night and no humans were awake.

Jogging over, Roman squinted at the edge of the table, trying to gauge how to throw his hook. He took a few steps back and unspooled his hook, rearing back into a throw.

It hit the table and wedged in just fine. He gave it a few firm tugs and tested if it would take his weight only to fall flat on his rear and to narrowly miss a hook to the head.

With a mumbled curse, he stood back up and tossed his hook again. It took his weight and he clambered up the twine nimbly.

Heaving himself onto the table, Roman left his hook embedded into the table. There wasn’t a human around to see it so it didn’t matter and he was more distracted by the candy.

The bowl was an obnoxious shade of orange with black cursive writing that he can’t read in the darkness of the early morning, but he knew it said ‘Boo’. Running up to it, he hefted himself up on the edge to see what goodies were still left. The humans seemed to always take the chewy candy first, which was fine by him.

He grabbed a sour candy for Virgil and a few other pieces of cherry and grape candy for himself.

Just as he was about to push himself from where he balanced on the edge of the bowl, Roman spotted a lollipop. It was one of the few left and the only orange one.

Immediately, he reached for it, finding it just slightly too far out of his reach. But if he really stretched-

Roman squawked as he fell into the bowl, grasping the lollipop but crashing into the other candy with the sound of rustling plastic.

For a second, he froze, terrified that a human would come running in to see what had made all that noise. Roman had to chant internally to himself that it was the middle of the night, the sound he made would be minor at best to a human and no one was even awake to hear it.

Slowly clambering out of the sea of candy, Roman scanned the room, seeing that there were no humans. It soothed his thrumming heart and he hefted the orange lollipop like a trophy. He wound the strap of his bag around it so it was secured close to him and started his descent to the floor.

Spooling his rope back up, he headed back into the tunnels, completely unaware of the wide eyes that watched him leave.

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While my art skills aren’t the best, I definitely enjoyed drawing this one. Perspective is my greatest enemy outside of my phone camera and for both I apologise.