#oc: tiny

[a-little-birdy-told-me]

A simple "meet my kid" would have sufficed, Mick-

[sleepyfan-blog]

Attempted Teething

Author’s Note: This is the next part of the Raised on Terra AU! Masterlist is here. A big thank you to @undeaddream and @bleedingichorhearts for allowing me to borrow their OCs Almach, Tiny and Zedkiel!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @undeaddream @bleedingichorhearts

Warnings: none? Let me know if there is something I need to tag

Summary: Zedkiel feels a little conflicted as he cares for his charges, as his brothers have been deployed. Baby Konrad just wants to nibble on his brothers. 

Zedkiel frowned as he walked into the primarchs’ nursery, immediately going to Nineteen and picking up the sleepy infant, rocking him back and forth a little. One of his hands running through the other’s night black hair. 

Almach looked over at the Astartes, noting the subtle tension in the other’s spine and how closely he was holding the tiny Primarch and asked quietly “Is something bothering you, Zedkiel?”

“... Most of the Nineteenth Legion has been deployed, on some sort of secret mission. I don’t know what it is. I’m the only uninjured non-neophyte or aspirant who hasn’t been deployed. Most of the other legions have been deployed as well.” The Astartes answered, frowning a little as he held his tiny Primarch closer to his chest. He was torn between guilt at not being able to fight alongside his brothers… And yet more guilt about the thought that he did want to fight alongside them, as his duty was to protect and care for not only his own primarch, but three others while they were at their youngest and most vulnerable.

“... Yeah, most of the Blank Corps have been deployed as well. It’s all very hush-hush what they’re up to as well.” Almach sighed, shaking his head a little as he held the second Primarch up right, gently patting his back, to encourage any air to be burped up safely, before he set the little one back down to play amongst his brothers. 

Tiny dropped down from the vents and chirped [Palace security tightened. Vent-access restricted across the complex.] before they made their way over to their charges, a low hum of satisfaction leaving them as Four and Ten were building a block tower with clumsy fingers as Seven and Eighteen slept tucked against it’s chest, blankets providing a comfortable padded layer between it’s metallic chassis and their soft baby skin. [Where Custodes Caretakers?]

“That’s an excellent question, Tiny. And not one I can answer.” Zedkiel responded with a shrug as he continued to hold one of his wards close to his chest, smiling as the infant sighed, pressing an ear to his chest, starting to fall asleep once again to the sound of the double heart-beats thrumming in his chest. 

“Maybe they’re getting briefed on whatever is going on?” Almach offered, setting Two down, as the little one had finished burping and was squirming to get down. As soon as Two was on the carpeted floor, he made a beeline to where Thirteen and Sixteen were. The latter to were pushing a ball between them.

Two babbled excitedly and flopped on Sixteen, giggling happily.

Sixteen, who seemed to be one of the most gregarious of the brothers, just giggled and patted his brother on the back. 

Thirteen let out a small whine and crawled over to the pair of babies and leaned against them, bright blue eyes slowly closing. 

Fourteen, upon seeing the burgeoning pile of brothers, whined and fussed, psychic energy gathering around him until with a soft pop of displaced air, teleported directly on top of Sixteen and Two. He gently rolled off of them with another whimper, exhausted from his efforts.

Eight giggled in delight and crawled his way over to Fourteen,, grabbing one of the other’s fingers, opening his mouth, revealing the three (sharp) teeth he was growing in and was about to shove his brother’s fingers in his mouth when Amach scooped Eight up.

“Oh no you don’t! No biting your brothers. Here, a teething toy.” The Blank gently scolded, placing one of Eight’s favorite teething toys in the baby’s hands, to avoid any small injuries. 

All of the little primarchs were prone to biting, if they weren’t strictly watched over as their teeth came in. However One, Six, Eight and Nine needed to be watched particularly closely as three of them were growing in fangs, and Eight was growing a mouthful of sharp teeth. Sharp enough to draw blood, if they weren’t vigilant. 

Eight peered up at Almach and seemed to pout, his endlessly dark eyes trying to pierce through his soul, before the little primarch huffed and began to nibble on the teething toy offered to him. 

“I know. I’m so mean for not letting you chew on your brothers. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to do so when you start learning how to fight.” Almach sighed, patting the disgruntled infant, a small smile playing on his lips… Even as his heart ached. The primarchs were growing faster than baseline humans. He hoped that he would have the honor of helping train them on how to fight… At least, how to train the young Blank Primarch on how best to use his abilities on the battlefield. 

[bonefydskeleton]

It’s Tiny’s first time participating in Fasnacht Day since I had to start from square one on PC and the Scorchbeast mask is SO CUTE I had to draw her with it

[zuulosdovah]

I dug up my old pathfinder characters yet again for a short animation project ❤ This is my first 2D project of this scale, i'm had a lot of fun with it

[creepymarshmallow3]

How would it be like if J.J met Tiny, and Tiny met J.J? (Wants to see them interact with each other)

^^

Tiny will be scared at first, because she doesn't trust strangers, no matter who they are or how they behave.

But Jacob will be able to get her attention by making her laugh a little from his puns, plus he is a clown, Tiny loves clowns as well as toys, sweets and her dad, so overall they will be good friends. Eve, her plush bunny smiles a bit)

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[nolinno-art]

I've developed mathematics for a non-human mind, for my comic "The book written by tiny paws"

Sapient distant descendants of rats, known as packers, living on Earth millions of years after the extinction of humans, began to develop mathematics using cognitive mechanisms never intended for such tasks. Due to an evolutionary quirk, multiplication came more naturally to them than addition, and their mathematics reflects this.

Packers write numbers as shapes, with each number having a corresponding number of corners.

And they write large numbers as nested shapes. The number inside is multiplied by the number outside.

Examples of some numbers:

Packers haven't invented 0 yet. They haven't even invented 1! In fact, they don’t need the concept of "one" much in their system. There's no need to say "I ate one fish" when they can simply say "I ate fish".

Packers can't yet write large prime numbers, like 101 or 10,501, because they would have to draw a huge shape to represent them! Even writing 17 or 19 would be quite difficult if they only used convex shapes.

So packers use non-convex shapes too!

Many years later, some packer noticed that large prime numbers look suspiciously symmetric.

So this packer improved the notation system and made it clearer.

Later, another packer simplified this system even more, deciding that there was no point in writing the same shapes twice.

This packer was the first in their culture to declare that "a dot isolated from a number" should also be considered a number. The packer called this dot "the wonderful number that's less than two".

Many years later, another packer made an important innovation: the "dot isolation" could be repeated multiple times as long as the result remained odd. When the result became even, it could undergo a "two isolation" (division by two). The final result will be a series of dots and twos.

This invention led to the creation of a binary system based on one and two, which had a significant impact on the technological advancement of packers.

The comic "the book written by tiny paws" talks about all of this in more detail. There will be mistakes, debates, the invention of rational, irrational, multivariate numbers, and some other stuff. Some stuff will be very much like human math, and some will be different. After all, math is still math, only the point of view has changed.

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[kenchann]

alexa play im not okay by my chemical romance

[a-little-birdy-told-me]

Fan Kid moment

[sleepyfan-blog]

Tiny's Mischief

Author’s Note: This is the next fic in the Raised on Terra AU! First. Previous. Next. A big thanks to @undeaddream for letting me borrow their OC VM-5307 “Tiny” For this fic!

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 

Warnings: Questionable parenting

Summary: Tiny has a grand time showing its charges around the vent system of the Imperial Palace. They really don’t know what all the fuss is about when they return with their charges to feed them. 

Tiny had been teaching its charges how to understand the binaric clicking and chirping it used to communicate with other beings. The other caretakers were teaching their charges how to speak in Gothic and a handful of other languages popular among the flesh-lovers of the Sol System. All four of it's charges were of high intelligence and had begun to try and mimic the sounds that VM-5307 made in rudimentary attempts to communicate, which had warned the regulatory circuits within the tech Priests' body. Working with infants was always a tricky endeavor, but incredibly rewarding when one saw the progress that they had made, even over a relatively short span of weeks to months. Truly, the human mind - a gift from the  Omnisiah - was a spectacular thing. As its charges were much more mobile than when they had been first introduced to it, Tiny had taken it upon itself to introduce them to its favorite way of getting around the Imperial Palace.

While it was true that unless their growth slowed down significantly, they would become far too large to navigate the Imperial Palace using the ventilation system before they were fully grown, the fact that they knew that there were beings capable of moving around in the vents and would do so was a valuable lesson to learn. Also the tight, twisting pathways of the vents were an excellent way to teach them how to navigate nearly identical looking pathways without getting lost or confused, which was a skill that Tiny was confident that they would need in their lives. 

Tiny was also fascinated by the fact that their personalities were already starting to develop at this age. Seven was generally the quietest of their four charges, and seemed to prefer parallel play with blocks or other building-type games, though the little one had occasionally shown sparks of a mighty temper when his carefully constructed little walls had been knocked down accidentally or otherwise by his brothers. 

Four also liked building things with his hands, though the little infant also took delight in knocking over other's structures - Seven's in particular - and occasionally tried to take Ten's favored stuffed animals when Ten was busy playing or itneracting with one of his brothers. 

Ten had a clear preference for playing with Three, when he was allowed to freely mingle with his brothers, though he was also somewhat drawn to playing with Thirteen as well, if Three was sleeping or otherwise engaged in play and wouldn't pay attention to Ten. Ten also liked eating anything he could fit inside his mouth, whether or not it counted as food for a baseline human being.

Especially rocks. Any kind of rock would do. Even the shining gemstones that adorned the armor of the custodes on guard, although how Ten had managed to rip off one of the smaller gemstones and begin to bite through it before anyone had noticed was beyond Tiny. Ten also liked to build and create things, though given that Tiny had been put in charge of the four Primarchs who were meant to create different sorts of weapons and armor, alongside their capabilities for war and the leading of mankind, this wasn't a surprise. 

Eighteen had proven to be the most gregarious and friendly of Tiny's four charges, often playing with each of his brothers in turn. But he did like to make things as well and seemed to have a strong sense of justice - he very much did not like it when one brother tried to steal toys from another and used his large bulk to enforce the rules as he saw them. 

It was fascinating to see their personalities continue to emerge as they got older. None of them were at the walking stage yet, but they were quite proficient in crawling around and their visual and auditory senses were acute enough for vent surfing to be a viable option. Tiny was mindful to not allow the little primarchs to explore past the wing of the Palace that had been designated for them just yet, as the Omnisiah had decreed. The Primarchs were too young and too vulnerable to be potentially exposed to more of the outside world, even if that outside world was other parts of the palace, according to His Imperial Eminence. 

From Tiny's experiences with little tech priests, he knew that as soon as they could speak and begin comprehending the world around them more fully, they would definitely start to chafe under the incredibly strict supervision that they were being put under, but perhaps the restrictions put in place as they were infants would ease up as they grew older - which it should. Little ones needed time and space to learn, to make mistakes in order to learn and grow properly. While failure was an acrid, bitter thing, learning how to handle failure and frustration from a young age was crucial for one's development, which was why Tiny was sitting back and observing its charges as they crawled around the vent system, trying to find their most preferred toys in spots in the vents that he had placed for them to find.

Eighteen in particular was proving to be quite possessive of his things and disliked being made to share, for all his friendliness and warmth. Eighteen had also found his most favored toy - a small plush dragon and was cuddling it close to his chest, burying his face in the soft material with a happy burble. 

Four was crawling on his hands and knees towards Eighteen, one tiny hand reaching out to grab the dark green and gold dragon toy.

Eighteen spotted his brother and growled, turning away and bodily blocking Four from even seeing the toy.

Four started pouting, lower lip sticking out, tears starting to form in his eyes before both Eighteen and Four heard a squeal from Seven. Both of them began to crawl towards where Seven had managed to wedge himself in the vents, tiny limbs flailing as he attempted to right himself.

Tiny began counting to itself. If the infant didn't manage to free himself by the time they reached one hundred, they would aid the little Primarch in getting free. But this sort of trial and error was excellent for the little ones' development,both in their physical motor skills and their ability to problem solve on their own. 

Seven continued to flail from where he'd gotten himself wedged, starting to successfully pull himself out of the hole he'd gotten stuck in when ten came rushing over as fast as his hands and knees could carry him. SEven grabbed the vabric of Seven's onesie and yanked hard, both of them toppling over and hitting their heads against the bare metal with solid thunks. 

Seven began to hiccup and sniffle near-silently, as he usually did when he cried. Ten laid still for several second before starting to wail and kick. 

Four and Eighteen rushed over to their brothers, sitting down next to them and started to wail in solidarity. The four of theirs crying echoing loudly through the ventilation system.

Tiny let them cry for a minute or two before gathering them up and rocking the still crying babies back and forth, crooning a binaric lullaby that it remembered that its' own caretaker had sung to them when they were very small and the world was so very big and terrifying. They checked the time and sighed, unsurprised not note that it was close to their feeding time. They always got more easily e motional and upset when hungry, a common flaw among fleshed humanity as a whole. Tiny retrieved the other three infants favorite toys and climbed through the vents, their charges secure in their mecha-dendrites. They popped the cover of the vent off in the Primarchs' nursery room and hopped down, charges still securely being held as it went over to the formula dispenser, acquiring a bottle for each of its charges, settling down to feed them.

Half-way through feeding Eighteen - the third to be fed - one of the custodes on guard duty poked their helmeted head into the room and scowled "Where the f-... Where have you been? And your charges! All five of you have been missing for hours!"

Tiny clicked back serenely, the translator servo skull that followed them everywhere whirring to life and interpreting for them [Showing charges vent system, letting them explore and learn more of their surroundigns. Returned before they became hungry. Feeding time, followed by naptime. Quiet voice, if you please.]

The Custodian grumbled something under their breath and left, stomping off.

the strange emotional outbursts of the fleshed were none of Tiny's concern unless they tried to threaten it or its charges, so the tech priest ignored their retreating form as it continued to feed its charges.

[bonefydskeleton]

Can I touch your birdy wing?

And fly and hop and everything

Can the sun reach down on us

And through the heavens only we would sing

[x]

[basilone]

hi killy! i’m just now getting around to reading the earth is run by mothers (which is lovely by the way) and was wondering if there’s any fun facts you’d like to share about any of your lovely ocs?

Hellooo! 😊 Thank you so much for your ask & the nice compliment! I couldn't pick and choose between my OCs for this one, so you're getting a little fact for each one! 💙

Dee can tell you stories about family arguments without pausing once all year, and if she argues with you it’s usually a sign that she cares.

Max has developed what she calls a “healthy distrust” of birds throughout the years. (The other girls might call it an outright fear.)

Stella’s deliberately hazy about her home life, but anyone who’s read the Chicago newspapers knows the Lombardi family is involved in some pretty shady business.

One-Eye is the baby back home (youngest of five girls) and also the youngest in the crew, and she looks up to Val and Lottie to the point where she tries to emulate them.

Tiny is actually a little bit stuck-up and has carried her love for drama and gossip over into the crew, which sometimes puts her at odds with the rest of the girls.

Jules is the only one of the girls with a fella back home, and he sometimes jokes that he’s not just getting engaged to her but also to the rest of her crew because Jules never shuts up about them in her long letters home.

Push is really, really scared of ghosts and won’t sleep for a week if you tell her scary stories.

Two hates warmer climates and is beside herself when it turns out they’re going to Africa.

Val unfailingly asks “can I go to the bathroom, sir” when it looks like someone’s gearing up to lecture her, and only Buck has the common sense to tell her “no”.

Nora cannot flirt her way out of anything and is oblivious to being flirted with, so it’s a grand old mystery to the crew when they get hints that Nora’s got a secret boyfriend somewhere on base.

Lottie has an excellent near-photographic memory, which serves her well as a pilot but makes her one of the worst people to pick a fight with.

Darlene loves to draw and her ideal date would be spent wandering around a museum where she can look at all the art on display.

Imogene doesn’t do well under pressure and flunked out of flight school because of it, but that doesn’t stop Bucky from calling her Major Chapman because he’s convinced she’s got the brains to keep pace with any pilot.

Jack met Lucy in the pub when she accidentally spilled her drink on him and he calls that “the kind of love at first sight nonsense that should by rights not happen during wartime”.

Lucy goes down to the hardstand sometimes not to deal with any injuries but to learn more about plane mechanics from Ken and his crew.

Cressida faithfully keeps a journal she writes in every night no matter how exhausted she is. George doesn't believe in lucky talismans or superstitions, but she knows better than to say that out loud.

[pebblethief]

This is Irk, a baby tortle bard off on his first adventure!

He's very excited and optimistic and he inspires people by drawing them little pictures

his plushie is called Gim

[creepymarshmallow3]

What would it look like if “Dear Mother” met Tiny?

[Sorry it was a bit long.]

“Dear Mother” will really like her, but Tiny won’t be able to be hypnotized because she grew up without a mom, with a dad.

[cremsie]

Thought too hard on these guys A little species for my headworld