#sibling g/t

[totes-tubulardude]

Not Star Wars but I mentioned a while ago a sibling g/t story and I finally wrote out a lil bit of it!

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The sound of sirens had long since faded by the time Luke began to slow down. He didn’t stop moving until the lights from the city were pretty well and faded from the night sky, this far out into the sticks no one was moving around this time of night. 

Uphead was what looked like a shed structure, considering that he couldn’t see any lights or any cars near it he assumed that it was empty. The perfect place for right now. 

In his arms, Kira was still expect for the occasional shudder, he hoped it was from the cold outside. She was smaller than she was supposed to be, or he was larger than he should be, she didn’t weigh much to him right now which was good considering how far he’d run to get them away. 

Sure enough, the large shed was empty, save for a few boxes and tool cabinets. 

He let out a relieved sigh as he set his sister down. 

Kira stumbled a little as she got her feet underneath her. 

Normally she came up to mid chest in height, right now she barely cleared his stomach. He wasn’t even trying to be bigger than he should be, this was just happening. 

“Are you okay?” He asked her.

She stared up at him before nodding hesitantly. He let out a sigh of relief. There had been so much happening before, he’d just grabbed her and run the first chance he’d gotten. 

Everything was so messed up now. Those men had come for him, they’d wanted him for whatever this ability was. The thought of what had happened caused him to shoot up a few more inches.

Not good. 

Luke paced back and forth, dragging his hands through his hair roughly as he tried to gain some semblance of control over his emotions. It wasn’t going very well considering that his skin felt like it was growing tighter and tighter. 

Finally, he sank down onto the floor, putting his head between his knees to quell some of the nausea he was feeling. He was honestly still trying to wrap his head around this whole situation, which was not particularly helping calm him down. 

All he knew right now was he was on the run, he had his ten year old sister with him, and he had little to no control over these abilities. He should be working through his junior year of high school not dealing with this!

Oh god, he was on the run. From some weird government agency that probably wanted to experiment on him or something. 

He felt himself shoot up a little in height and suddenly his knee collided with something. There was a thunderous crash as he knocked over one of the tool cabinets, sending it careening into some of the boxes and causing Kira to scramble out of the way of falling items with a small shout. 

“Crap, Kira are you okay?”

He was large enough now that he could reach his hand over towards his sister without getting up. That certainly wasn’t bizarre. 

Kira flinched back slightly from his outstretched hand and pushed herself away from him a little, the loud sound of the crashing items still ringing in both of their ears. Luke froze. 

Even in the dim light of the LED lantern, he could see the fear in her eyes. Holy shit she was afraid of him. 

Any semblance of control he had shattered. 

Luke groaned as his body swelled in size and he brought his hands up to grip his head. 

This wasn’t good. He was supposed to protect his sister, not terrify her. 

His feet slid across the floor as he continued to grow. Shit this was probably scaring her more. That thought sent another wave of panic through him which only seemed to increase his height faster. 

Luke tried desperately to calm down, but nothing was working. All he could think about was how fucking scared he was and how scary he probably was to Kira.

His left hip hit something, causing it to topple in a much quieter cacophony. 

Shit, shit shit. 

His back pressed against the wall suddenly. Luke lifted his head out of his hands and turned to see that he was indeed now large enough to have reached the wall. The ceiling was nearing the top of his head as well. 

Before the thought of that could send a wave of panic through him, he forced himself to take deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. Slowly but surely he felt himself start to calm himself down enough to slow his growing. 

He took up a large amount of the floor now and he tucked his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs as he continued to breathe. Kira was near the other wall watching him, she was both too far away and now too small for him to make out her expression in the dim light. That might be a good thing considering that he was just now getting himself back under control. 

Luke shut his eyes and focused back on his breathing. Finally he felt himself stop growing, just before his head would start brushing against the ceiling. 

He let out a long sigh of relief. 

Suddenly he felt a small pressure on his arm, making him jump slightly. Luke blinked his eyes open and looked down to see Kira resting her hand on his forearm. He froze once again. 

Holy shit she looked absolutely tiny next to him now. 

She reached up to place her other hand against his arm too, it felt like she was trying to tug him slightly. 

“I’m fine.” He said quietly, but his voice still rang out in the space. “Sorry for scaring you earlier. I’m um… trying to figure this out.”

She pushed at him imploringly. 

He furrowed his brows and carefully lowered his right arm down towards her, not entirely sure what she wanted from him. 

“Look,” He mumbled as she seemed to inspect him. “I don’t have, like any control over this ability. For now you probably should stay away from me.” 

She looked up at him with imploring confusion. 

“As you just saw, I can’t really control this.” He explained. “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you. I’d stay away from me until I have more control of this… not as dangerous.”

She continued to stare up at him with one of her looks that made him feel like she was staring right into his soul. He dropped her gaze and rested his chin on his knees.

Luke hoped she understood what he was trying to explain. 

The reason that agency was probably after him was because he was dangerous. Seeing what he’d done to that building and how easily Kira had almost been hurt moments ago, he found that he suddenly didn’t blame them. He’d want a freak like him locked up in some facility away from people he could hurt. 

Luke’s head jerked down when he felt a new pressure on his arm. His eyes widened even more when he saw that Kira was scrambling up onto his forearm. 

“Wait Kira-” She crawled up to the crook of his elbow with surprising ease. “W-what are you doing?”

She looked up at him before waving her arm, motioning towards his still bunched up legs. He continued to stare at her with no small amount of fear and did not move a single muscle. One small move and he feared that he send her tumbling off of him. 

Kira let out a long suffering huff before scrambling up his arm a little more and making as if to hop into his lap. 

“What the-”

Luke quickly unbunched his legs and brought his left hand up under her to support her as she landed on his stomach. 

Holy shit he could support her with one hand. That wasn’t terrifying at all. 

“Kira I don’t think this is a good idea.” He said, unease making his voice waver slightly. 

In response she sank down on his palm, letting her back lean against his stomach and her feet dangle over his hand. She settled back before patting his finger and looking up at him. 

“I trust you.” She spoke softly and simply. 

Luke melted almost instantly at that. 

He slowly brought his hand up by his chest and wrapped his right arm around his middle. 

[pawjobss]

Icky older brothers who sneaks into their little sisters room to take pictures of her and touch her while she’s sleeping have my heart <3

[sugarcoatedrattrap]

happy siblings

[bonkalore]

I sat on these for a while bc I kept not being totally sold on the designs yet and they were still kind of sloppy (tho the Shak one was more recent), but gonna share anyway! Designs might still change a bit.

There's a part in the AU where they all p much get mer forms with using a temporary spell in order to visit a mer city for some specific information! Always loved stuff like that when it'd come up in media. Not sure if Hoagie will have another form or just be in a magic bubble still... Daniel is here too, but he's just in his amphibeast form then. I take inspiration from different sea life for the merpeople designs and aren't stuck to one thing while still usually sticking to some shared traits. Shak has a tail separate from her legs bc she had a variant spell to lessen the transformation bc she was scared about transforming so differently (tho who can blame her when all her close loved ones have ALL had traumatic TF happen to them!). The merpeople don't usually have hair or non-scaly skin, but air breathers will still keep some features from before and so they look a bit more distinct from true merfolk.

[tinykiddogf]

Asking your older brother to get you a milkshake so he drops his pants and starts shaking his cock to make you drink his milk

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

Two comics for my rottmnt borrowers AU <3 The first comic is a concept of the moment after April saves Mikey (and meets him for the first time... although the kiss won't actually happen because it's too forward), and the second comic is after they've been friends for a while.

[sapphicslaylist]

Slay The Princess Borrower Fic, Anyone?

Life has never been safe for a Borrower in a world governed by humans. Viewed as evil omens, any power-bearing “Fae” find themselves prey to black market circles where their fates are drawn to the highest bidder. And sometimes, the winners prefer to place them into the ring and hedge their bets even higher on a gladiatorial fight against something much, much worse.

As is the fate of a pair of escaped siblings, surviving in the woods by the skin of their teeth. But when evading their opponent proves too challenging, it may take deciding between trusting the owner of a nearby cabin or trying to outrun an enemy that can’t be killed.

But the tenants of that safe haven have one damning condition: they must reveal themselves to him first to be granted shelter. In order to make peace with the present, it may take unraveling the horrors of the past and the entwined destines between them all to save who still remains of all Borrowers, Cryptids, and Fae - and perhaps even the very forest itself.

When on Borrowed paths, some things cannot be returned.

Info on the series, its inspiration, and the intended message of the fic are under the cut! You do not need to know anything about Borrowers to understand the story; just think “Princess Tiny.”

Please take care of yourself while reading. Themes of Realistic PTSD, STP-Typical Violence, Internalized Ableism, and Childhood Trauma are all major factors in this work. While I can promise a kinder ending, much like Slay The Princess itself, have heart and see the horrors through. This is a love story about how to trust again.

Was very determined to have the first of these up in the fandom and it appears I managed to do so! For those unfamiliar with the Borrowers, the basic gist of the series is that they’re mouse-sized people who live underneath the floorboards and survive off of lost objects. The original series does depict their plight with humanity (“beans”) and survival of genocidal practices including extermination, imprisonment for entertainment, and otherwise dehumanizing aspects. Combined with the elements of Slay the Princess which often stand for feminine survival of abuse, these two themes clicked together nicely for a properly dark and heartfelt exploration of survival and recovery. All are properly researched and/or experienced, and maintain respect to victims.

I’ve often found myself dissatisfied by how quickly Borrower fics tend to have the beans & borrowers mingle, or how romanticized the brutalism is on people who stand as reference for marginalized communities. For this reason, this work is done as a depiction of their existence in contrast to these actions, and all trust build (handheld elements, interaction of free will, and other prominent soft tropes in this fic) are built up to vs gained immediately. Expect some slow burn and relationship conflict which will be resolved.

I do hope you enjoy it!

[gtcopter]

friendly chill human vs borrower fiercely protective over their little sibling vs said little sibling warming up to the human FIGHT

[dasketcherz]

I think Gregory and Cassie twins agenda can still work by using a cute headcanon like imagining that they coincidentally just happen to share the same birthday so theyre like bday twins instead ( ；∀；)

[stardust948]

POV: You teased your rowdy kids who were shrunk by a spirit a little too much.

3 Inch AU

@waterfire1848

[totes-tubulardude]

Ok but like we need more sibling g/t content out there in the world. Familial g/t just hits different sometimes

Like I have a story regarding an older brother who just discovered he’s a size shifter and his younger sister in the run that has been circling around my head for years, maybe I share?

[arc852]

Am not the anon asking the questions about G/t knowledge in regards to family, but my family also knows about my interest.

I remember, before my parents officially knew but after my siblings knew, playing a game of Cards Against Humanity with my family, and when I was the Card Czar or whatever it's called, the black card was Everyone deserves a little ___ in their pocket. My youngest brother mutters something to the effect of "oh, this one's funnier, but Matt's the one picking", before putting his card down. He ended up playing Jennifer Lawrence and obviously winning. Mom was so mad because her card was obviously better, and my brother was just like "I know Matt". Before she could argue, my sister starts gushing about how cute it would be to have a little J-Lo sitting in your pocket to be your personal cheerleader and just be cute and stuff. And I must have had the widest grin on my face because my brother turns to mom, points at me, and says "see?"

Oh, I love that! I actually had something similiar happen to me! After my whole family knew, we were playing a cards against humanity like game (can't remember which one), but as I was the one picking the cards, my sister put down one that actually said The Borrowers on it, knowing I would pick that one no matter what. And I did. I don't even remember what the actual prompt card said but my sister definitely earned that point lol.

[skaruresonic]

Some more wholesome Shadria is always nice

pictured: me and the good fucking food, finally Shadria content they've been serving us recently

How can anyone not ship them? They're two badasses, quite literally made for each other <3

so adorable, dnjkdskdsandkja

Don't think I didn't notice how Shadow looked at Maria through a sparkly sakura filter, nor how Maria phrased it as "who I love most is...", lmao.

They aren't even being subtle about it.

[chaosduckies]

Congrats on 100 follows! I'm so happy for you, you deserve 100% of it. For the celebration fic ideas, I shall re-propose Nathan, Ryker and his siblings going to McDonald's. (I have no idea why it's it's funny to me)

It can either be a non serious crack fic, or maybe it can be full of fluff (maybe Nathan not having eaten there since before he was taken? Maybe eating there reminds him of his family? Maybe Ryker offers to pay and Nathan starts crying?)

-Totally Normal Anon You Have No Idea Who I am ✨

Hahahaaa I loved this idea!

I chose to do half and half! Hopefully it’s more funny than serious?! I also hope that you like it because I had noooo idea what I was doing half the time (yayyy writing past midnight) so I’m just hoping that it’s okay-

Also I definitely don’t know who you are anon mhmmm

Word Count: 2.1k

Cw: None!! :D

———Ryker———

It was after school, well for my younger siblings at least. Being out of school felt great. Less worries, I could finally make more time for myself and Nathan. Of course there were some times when it was stressful because technically I am in college, but that didn’t count since I only had to actually go on campus for two days out of the week. The rest of the time it was online work. Not too hard. Usually everyone would just walk home from school, but today I decided that we could all go eat out, and of course since there were more kids in the house than grown-ups, no thanks to Lucky and Dylan, they all decided to go eat at the most childish place ever. Mcdonalds. Because what toddlers and teenagers don’t want a happy meal? Nathan of course thought it was hilarious, but said he’d never had it before, which only made me lean towards actually getting it. Curse my stupid heart. 

Nathan sat on my shoulder for the first time ever. He had said he finally had the courage to, but I could tell that he was still terrified of falling. Even after I told him I wouldn’t let him fall off. He gripped some of the loose cloth on my jacket, struggling to keep his balance. As usual, I kept my movements light and controlled to offer some kind of reassurance, but obviously it wasn’t helping. 

“You can just let me hold you. I don’t mind.” I offered a hand, but he shook his head. I knew he was fine with it too. He’d always say that he gets tired. 

“No. I have to get used to this eventually. You can’t keep carrying me everywhere in your hands.” He argued, glancing at the ground then immediately looking back up. I didn’t mind the stares people gave me. But maybe he did? He didn’t exactly like being seen by other people so it would make sense. 

I moved my hand back down and shoved it back in my pocket, but still kept a close watch to make sure he wasn’t close to falling. I just had to trust that he could keep himself up, and I completely did! But I just didn’t want him to hurt himself. I think being the parent of five younger siblings for two years actually creates mom instincts. I sighed to myself, laughing to myself. Nathan had been curious, but didn’t want to lose focus on the death grip he had on my jacket, “Just thought of something.” I forced myself not to shrug my shoulders. Maybe I wasn’t as used to this either. Then again, I’m not really the one who carries everyone everywhere. Guess Nathan and I could both use the practice. 

“You’ve really never been there before?” I asked, smirking a bit. I could hear him roll his eyes, “I’m sorryyyy,” We both laughed, “I didn’t know you’d say yes immediately after I said I’d never been.” We laughed a little harder, earning a few looks from people who were also waiting to pick up their kids. Well, for me it was Angela and Isabelle. The other three said they would meet me there. A little suspicious as to why, but I just agreed to it. Maybe Jasmine was going to beat up Dylan for agreeing to this, but then again it’s also partially my fault. Okay, it was entirely my fault for thinking Dylan and Lucky would be on our side. 

The school bell rang, signaling that the kids were going to come rushing out. Soon enough, Isabelle ran out the front doors, safely holding Angela. I was grateful that our parents taught Isabelle otherwise that would have been a nightmare for me. I ignored the looks parents handed me as Isabelle called my name. Nathan hadn’t, even if he tried his hardest to hide himself. 

“Ry! Can we go now!” They grabbed my hand and started to drag me. I glanced over to Nathan who was struggling to stay on. Who knew a 6 year old could be so strong? I helped him back onto my shoulder, then started walking regularly. Isabelle still held onto my hand tightly, a bright smile on her face along with Angela. 

“How was school?” 

“It was good!” Angela answered first. I smiled softly, waiting for the cars to get past the streets before walking across. None of us knew how to drive a car yet so walking was the only way to get around. Though I was working on mine because taking a bus everyday to get to classes was a little tiring. And walking to work. 

“That’s nice. Do anything special?” 

“Nope!” This time Isabelle answered. 

I had no idea what Jasmine usually did, but obviously it was fine. Isabelle didn’t seem to mind the lack of conversation. Actually, she seemed to be having one with Angela. They were going to be inseparable when they grow up. I already know it. It was adorable really. It was nice that they don’t fight as much as I thought they would have by now. If anything they’re somehow growing even closer. Aren’t siblings supposed to fight? Like Jasmine and I? Do those even count as fights if we’re messing around with one another? Oh. I guess I’ve never really fought with any of my siblings. Neither have they. 

After keeping Nathan from falling off my shoulders more times than I could count, and me telling him that he should sit further back so he doesn’t keep slipping off, Jasmine and Angela sighted the sign. I sighed, crossing the street and meeting up with everyone else. 

“You’re both nearly 15 and still decided to come to this kids place?” 

“Exactly! Payback for burning the last of the pancakes yesterday!” I could practically hear him sticking his tongue out as he said that. Jasmine sighed, leaving Dylan and Lucky laughing, probably nearly cry laughing. 

“You’re both kids. It’s not like I meant to burn them!” Jasmine stuck her tongue out. 

“Then it’s a good thing we’re here then huh?” Dylan added on, making them laugh even harder. Jasmine slapped her forehead before noticing Isabelle and Angela. Her face lit up, as if she was fine with them choosing this place. Maybe that was because they were actually kids. I laughed to see how she immediately brought them inside, glaring at Dylan as she walked in. A laugh escaped my mouth as I crossed my arms, “You two kept her company?” 

Lucky finally stopped laughing, catching his breath and wiping away the tears in his eyes before answering, “Yup! Absolutely. Not sure if she liked it though.” Nathan and I laughed before opening the door with Dylan and Lucky following behind. 

There were plenty of other kids and their families here too, some even in the playplace but I didn’t trust it at all if I were being honest. The kids there seemed pretty rough. I guess Isabelle knew that too. 

Jasmine volunteered to order for us, and I already had an idea as to why. I felt Nathan move closer to me when I sat down at the table. He had always been so quiet and sheepish when he went to new places. I smiled, offering a hand for him to climb on so he could eat. I lowered him onto the table after he climbed on, seeing that Lucky was already teasing him again when they walked up to them. I just smiled, turning to talk to Jasmine, “We’re leaving after we eat, right?” 

“Yup! I can’t stand the smell of grease…” She glared right back at Dylan who nervously smiled. I laughed, “I thought so.” I tried my hardest to stay awake, I hadn’t realized I was this tired, but I managed. 

Soon after Jasmine went to go grab the food, and when she came back she had the biggest smirk I have ever seen her made. Dylan stared at he wide eyed before she threw a happy meal right at his face. We all started laughing besides Dylan, who stuck his tongue out at Jasmine as she sat down and passed the food out. Nathan walked over when she placed their things on the table, handing out the things that were for Isabelle and Lucky. He stared at his box, undoing it. I sat with a small salad. Jasmine always knew what I liked somehow everywhere I went. I wasn’t complaining though. Usually I’m too tired to order for myself, and when I do it’s because I have to. Not like we go out to eat very often. 

    Nathan followed Lucky’s lead, opening the box and shrugging his shoulders. I smiled when he took a bite, “Is it as good as Dylan made it out to be?” When he heard that Nathan had never been he had practically praised. Was it funny that an almost 15 year old was acting like a child? I’d be crazy not to say that it was hilarious. I used to like this place, but after a while it kind of lost taste, but who was I to ruin Nathan’s first time here? Even though he’s only a few months younger than me. 

    “It’s good! A little greasy though…” Nathan smiled, eating a little more. At least he was eating it. He seems to like it anyway. He wasn’t picky about anything after all. 

    “Throwing the box at my face…” Dylan started grumbling, throwing a fry in his mouth. Isabelle and Angela were still excited like the little kids they were. Of course Jasmine and I didn’t want this in the first place but as long as everyone was happy we were. We were the older siblings. This just means that everyone else owes us the next time. I’d say this was a win if I were being honest. 

    “You do realize that we get to pick where we go the next time we eat out.” Jasmine and I both crossed our arms with a smirk. Dylan stared at the both of us banging his head on the table. Jasmine patted him on the back, making the both of us laugh. 

After we all ate, I told everyone that they could start heading home so I could pay. Nathan climbed onto my hand this time, not questioning why he preferred that over my shoulder. I was in the middle of pulling out my card before Nathan grabbed my sleeve and started pulling. I paused before my hand dangled over the probably far drop for him, looking down confused. 

“Uh-” He started shaking his head. Did he… not want me to pay? Of course he wouldn’t. He never wanted me to pay for anything, but of course I always snuck past him. I didn’t think that would work this time though. 

“Let me pay. Pleaseeee” He practically begged me. I bit the bottom of my lip, taking a shaky breath, “If I let you will you stop with the puppy eyes?” I chuckled. He nodded his head, probably holding in a laugh. I sighed, shoving the card back into my pocket and bringing my hand closer to the scanner on the screen for him. He lit up as I turned away. I should’ve been the one paying, but I already accepted that I wouldn’t win this fight. 

After he paid I walked off, through the door. 

“Seriously?” I slapped my forehead, smiling. There was no way I could be angry at him. I think it was nice he always fought me to be able to pay for things actually. 

“Yup! You never let me pay.” He sighed. Well he was right about that. I guess that was my fault for never letting him. Yeah I brought this upon myself. Of course he would find a way to surprise me. 

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed, catching up with everyone, “Did you like it? Or do you see why Jasmine and I didn’t want to come here?” I laughed, hearing Dylan still complaining about Jasmine throwing a box at his face. 

“Hmm. A little in the middle. Wasn’t bad, but I definitely prefer homemade cooking.” I forgot he’s never really eaten out before. To be honest neither have we since our mom was so keen on having dinner made at home. Makes me wonder how Jasmine turned out to be one of the worst cooks I’ve ever seen. It was really funny. Also part of the reason we even came out here in the first place. Because she burnt pancakes yesterday. I wasn’t exactly shocked when Dylan called and told me, but I was surprised he just used today as an excuse to get back at her for ruining his favorite breakfast. 

“Well I’m glad you kind of liked it.” I shrugged my shoulders with finally not having to worry about Nathan falling off before Dylan threw the tiny stuffed animal that his box came with at Jasmine. Everyone paused, trying to hold in their laughs. Isabelle and Angela were the first to break, covering for the rest of us.

“Revenge does feel good.” Dylan smirked, arms crossed across his chest. I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, just wait till we get home to see what she does.” I continued walking down the path, grabbing Isabelle’s hand. Knowing Jasmine she would probably just throw something else at him in return. Maybe a little harder than necessary but it’s not either of them would actually hurt one another. 

“Thanks for taking me” Nathan laughed, hearing Jasmine already make her own plans for revenge later. 

“You’re welcome.” I smiled.  ——————

Ummm I hope that was a little more funny than serious! (I wasn’t entirely sure) but I hope this is somewhat what you wanted anon I totallyyyy don’t know! thanks for the prompt!

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[rosalinesurvived]

Another one of my toxic traits is that i thoroughly believe Karura, had she lived, would’ve been the most desi-toxic mother to mother. No more ‘Soft sweet womanly mother-love would’ve saved them all 🥺” the Suna family in my mind pass on mental health disorders through bloodlines like their kekkei genkai.

EDIT I wanna elaborate on this actually. I think she would’ve raised her kids up to be militant Suna shinobi like literally everyone in the family. I think she was stubborn and authoritarian and prideful and fiery and jaded like Rasa. They loved each other fiercely for a reason. I think they both had serious mental health issues and just a bad idea in general on how to be People as you would yknow, in a generation-long culture of child soldiers. Just because two people love each other doesnt mean they have a sunshine and rainbows nuclear family relationship, especially in their culture where those emotions were probably frowned upon.

[deathdestructiondoom]

Rising up from the dead to wish you a happy new year in 2024.

First post in 2024 woo hoo-

My perspective sucks and so does my anatomy-

Anyways i'll just go back to my 6ft deep hole and farm for VBS World Link.

Peace✌️