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ok I am gonna redo a borrower conlang. probably copy a lot of kikitok’s grammar because I liked it. but have the concept from the start so I have more verb roots instead of noun roots. up the complexity of syllable structures. change up the inventory (ideally allow all my characters names or close approximations. Kíkítok didn’t have /l/ which was. not great). maybe add some simple vowel tones because I’ve never done that? maybe not because I’ve always abandoned that concept. hit me with a stick if I do tense/lax vowels again.

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sphinx's new plaything

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*sits in your lap cutely*

*you are instantly crushed by my colossal fat ass*

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footpaths (7)

(1+2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (Ao3)

[CW: death talk]

In a small, sturdy tent set up a good way from all the others, Caelum sits, bent over himself before Anita’s collapsible desk. He avoids the eyes of her husband and kids, the photos placed on the freestanding shelves seem to glare out at him; his leg bouncing off-beat to the harsh rhythm of his boss’ metronome. Anita won't return to her office- or the tent currently serving as her office, until after the human is situated in medical, and- depending on their condition, that could still be a while. The wind outside ruffles the canvas, though the air inside the tent remains stubbornly stuffy. Caelum is not expecting Anita to hurry back in concern for his anxiety, not with the stony silence that she had kept him in the whole trek back to camp. His foot taps the plastic ground, gazing down at the desk, then back up to the clock on the shelf.

Really, though, what could be taking so long? Rafael had been concerned about organ damage, about a broken rib puncturing something vital. They don't have anyone nearby who can do invasive surgeries on humans, if Caelum had caused serious internal injuries in the human they could be doomed to a slow death, probably terrified of them the entire time. The human hadn't died in transit, had they? Or would that be better, somehow-

Outside the tent, boots crunching over sand in an angry stride come into earshot, and Caelum straightens, wincing. The office has no door to slam, but the lashing of canvas as Anita storms in is equally threatening. Caelum stays silent, eyes fixed upon his hand where it grips his knee as Anita stalks around the desk and slams a folder onto it, rattling the metronome atop it. 

“You are so fucked, Salvius.” 

“Anita,” Caelum starts. “Are they-” 

“Shut up. You've been falsifying your reports. Going on unauthorized trips into a restricted preserve, for what? To abduct someone and nearly crush them? To terrorize the people we’re trying to protect?” 

“The other humans were going to kill them, Anita, it was my fault. I couldn't let them be killed for something I did.”

“Damn bleeding hearts,” Anita swears, rubbing her face and streaking a grey line of mascara down her cheek. “You needed to let them die.” 

Caelum sits up, head tipping backward to stare at her.

“They are a person.” 

“Yes,” Anita says, her tinted-glass eyes flashing hard light. “A person who made a choice, one that would have killed them, but a choice that they were free to make. You had no right to disrupt the processes of their society, however much you disagree with it-” 

“It was my fault.” Caelum’s raised voice emphasizes, leaning forward with his hands spread out on the desktop. “The settlement thought I sent them as a spy, thought they were leading me to the humans. How could I just let that happen when I know I can stop it? They didn't deserve to die because of my mistake!” 

“No,” Anita intones, her voice tight and grim. “None of them deserve to suffer because of us, but they will. If we touch their lives, they will suffer for it. Did you ever think about what is going to happen to the humans in that settlement you invaded?” 

“I... What? 

“Our protocols are in place for a reason, Caelum. You could have destroyed the entire community today, even if you touched nothing, harmed no one- you have still terrified them beyond your understanding. It was vital they did not know we have eyes on them. Now that they’ve seen that we can walk into their home at any time unimpeded, snatch people up and take them away the way you did, anyone who can flee will." 

Caelum works his jaw for a moment before it unsticks. 

“But- they-” 

“They’ll leave the settlement, whole families will run together; most of them won't make it until the first frost. Whoever hasn't found shelter by the time the snow starts will be dead. So congratulations, ” Anita slams her hand down on the desk once more, a hollow, furious exclamation. Across the table, Caelum is staring wide-eyed at the metronome, unable to look her in the eyes. “By sneaking around and acting like you know better than your superiors, the people who- may I remind you, have been doing this longer than you’ve been alive- you’ve put an entire settlement at risk for one human. For what? For guilt?” 

Anita leaves a place for him to speak, staring flintily across the collapsable desk. The tent is quiet, only the quiet buzz of the waist-high forest, seeping in past the cream-canvas walls.

“... Is there anything we can do for them?” Caelum asks, his voice dry and low like winter grass. 

Anita sighs into her hand, turns her face and closes her eyes against the question that has been asked of her too many times. 

“No. Not without doing further damage. If we leave anything out for them directly they’ll know we’re watching and put more strain on themselves. Protocol is to release animals on their path that they can hunt, but water and shelter is up to them.”

The forest drones around them, the wind over the trees rustling the tarps that close them off from the rest of the encampment. Anita picks up the folder she had laid out, exhaustion filling up the cracks her rage had left behind. 

“You're being demoted. Obviously.”

“I’m not fired?” Caelum’s soft, shocked voice asks, raising his head. He ducks down again when he meets Anita’s fiery glare. 

“You're damn lucky we're short-staffed, is what you are Salvius. You're on probation for the foreseeable future; if there's another fuck-up even close to this, you’re gone.” 

“Probation meaning…?” 

“You are banned from all field work until cleared by me, and banned from any interaction with the humans unless supervised by me or Atlas, especially Oxbow.” Anita stands, opening a drawer and sweeping a slim stack of papers into her folder. “You could have killed someone today, and getting the new human to trust us enough to treat their injuries is going to be… a process, and I don't anticipate them wanting to see you once they’re conscious again. Expect your primary duties from here on out to be paperwork and back-end housekeeping, you’ll still be permitted in the labs, as long as you stay far away from any work involving the humans. This isn't the end of your career, but you need to prove to us that you can be trusted with the work we're doing.” 

“Yes ma'am. I won't let you down again.”  

“I know you won't,” Anita sighs, pushing open the canvas door and letting orange sunlight beam through. “It's a hard lesson; I'm sorry you had to learn it this way. Make sure it sticks.” 

“Wait, Anita. Are they going to survive?” 

“Their vitals stayed stable through the trip. I doubt you did any lasting physical damage. I’m more worried about where we’ll be able to release them, and how they’ll fare when they wake up.” Anita holds the curtain up, bathed in sunset orange. While it is quite beautiful, it doesn't ease the dread in Caelum’s chest. 

“We can't release them back to their home?” 

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*repost* Someone caught a wild Hazel.... Wait, what is that in your hand, Hazel!?!

My favourite piece that featured Hazel. Never leave a tiny unsupervised.

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hi :) im alive

+ bonus sketches for funsies! ♡ been away for awhile; been busy with work... and im moving soon woo~! was able to draw these tho yay

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awakening eyes

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coming home to find the group of micros i have been taking wonderful care of for months, never making them feel scared or neglected or less-than, huddled around my laptop reading the most depraved micro porn i have ever written

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tiny who says I love you (I’d be dead without you, you’re all I think about, you’re the world to me, you’re a god, I would die for you, I love your pinkie finger more than I love myself) and giant who says haha I love you too (aww that was cute)

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Diligent but antisocial person who takes care of community of shrinkees in their basement. No funny business there at all, they’re genuinely just a really good owner. They’ve got UV lights on timers down there to simulate a day night cycle, and they go out of their way to help construct scaled down buildings for the little city they’ve got going.

Unbeknownst to their little town, though, they’re also severely mentally ill. They do a really good job at hiding/masking it usually- but there’s been a few times in recent memory that they’ve come down the basement steps with very obvious tear streaks down their face or fresh bruises or bandages on their body. But breakdown be damned the tinies food delivery is always at 5 and crying or not they’ll deliver.

And eventually one or multiple of the little townsfolk falls in love with them and they eventually fuuuuck

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a little fairy and her girlfriend <3

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Apparently you liked my previous post about that Arrietty/Expedition 33 AU, so I wanted to draw Verso POV ! (close up hands were SO hard to draw)

(Part 1)

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imagine being a little one inch tall tiny in a store and comparing ur price tag to the three inch tinies or the six inch tinies and knowing that you're doomed forever to be something to buy en masse to crush or eat and someone buys you and takes you home and they put you in a big terrarium with lots of other tinies your size and you get taken care of and loved on. anyways i wanna do that.

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*taps mic* tiny exhausted creatures being bathed so tenderly in sinks that are almost too deep for them, allowing themselves to be handled and taken care of, slowly (or quickly) breaking down and allowing more and more and more. begging for it

the world is hard and they are tired and please please please keep touching them. please don't take your hand away

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while trying to capture the vermin i get my hand stuck in the mousehole and the borrowers dance around it and giggle and shake my pinkie and say "it's so nice to meet you!" and put garlands around my ring finger and paint my nails with berry pigments and pepper kisses onto my thumb

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Outfits! And his little friend that lives in his head

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Sharing a snippets of a WIP since I haven't posted for a bit