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gt July day 6 - pain

(featuring two new characters oooh! drawn here without her piercings btw)

Rosa loved flying high above the city she lived in. She loved letting her wings catch the air and letting it take her where it drifted, loved the freedom that came with no longer being petrified of someone seeing her like she had once been when she lived with her father. The air was far less fresh than it was out in the woods, and sometimes food was harder to find, but she loved how different it all felt.

She was flying lower than she normally did, forgetting about the things her father had warned her about, when she spotted a glint out of the corner of her eye. With a flap of her pink wings, she redirected herself to get a closer look and-

SMACK

A sharp pain shot up from her arms and her ribs ached painfully. Rosa groaned, now grounded. She rubbed her head, slowly sitting up only to realize she had smacked right into a window. Perhaps her father was right to warn her about her inability to see glass, and maybe she was stupid to forget about that one thing. Luckily, she could see the glint that caught her attention, and found it was a necklace sitting on the other side of the window. She stared at it, pupils dilating while she thought about taking it back to her home. A human hand came down into her view and grabbed the necklace, and she followed it up and up until she saw the human's face. Though Rosa's entire body ached with the pain of smacking right into a window, she was entrapped by the beauty of the human's jewelry. She wore shiny onyx earrings, and a slim wire protruded from some sort of device in her ears. The wire went up, over, and behind her ear. She had two silver circles poking out from either side of her bottom lip, and a ring that went right through her nose. Without warning, the human opened the window. Rosa shifted back a little, wincing from the pain.

"Are you hurt?" The human asked, looking worried. There was no shock, just pure worry for Rosa. The avian nodded, and she was scooped up by two hands. Rosa marveled at the way her nails were colored black and shone in the sunlight. Rosa slid off of her soft palms and onto the windowsill inside the house. "Sit here, I'll go get you something for the pain."

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gt July day 5 - rationalize

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Ezra knew he wasn't supposed to read the customer reviews, but he couldn't always control himself when it came to knowing what people really thought of him. He had been working here for almost a full year, and though he was no longer constantly working with customers as frequently as he used to, he still wondered what people besides his co-workers thought. Sal and the others were far more casual with him now. And, well, dare he say it, it seemed like Sal might've become his best friend and number one confidant. His heart still fluttered relentlessly around them, but he knew they didn't feel the same.

He scrolled on his phone, looking at the reviews of all the other people he worked with, and he saw they all had very positive reviews. It hyped him up just a little bit, because now his chances of having good reviews were higher. So, he clicked on his name. He only had a few reviews, and the top three were all positive. But then he scrolled.

And he saw the most scathing review he had ever seen. He was referred to as 'the most intimidating titan' the customer had ever come across, and 'most certainly not the right fit for such a good company'. According to the review he was 'only good for keeping bad employees in line, and certainly not for customer eyes.'

Ezra felt his anxiety building, and he left his phone behind as he began to search for someplace to hide. He didn't want to frighten all of his co-workers again, as he was the only Lobian in an office full of humans. His breathing quickened, and he felt all of the stress building up in his stomach. He didn't even pay attention when he passed by Sal's office and they waved at him. He continued until he was in the employee break room, and luckily no one was in there. He was sure he would receive punishment for taking an early break, but that was a problem he would deal with later. He sank down to the floor, rattling the human-sized objects in the room as he once again reminded himself just how dangerous he was. Ezra pushed his palms against his eyes, feeling the tears that threatened to drench anyone smaller than he was. He wept silently, wishing that he was more like his co-workers. He wished he was Sal's size. Maybe then he wouldn't be wrong. Maybe then he would be a person instead of a monster.

"Ezra, what happened?" Sal was in front of him, looking up at him with a worried expression. The Lobian sniffled.

"I...I read a review about me." Ezra looked at Sal. "You-you don't think I'm intimidating, right? You think I belong here?" Sal's eyes widened.

"Of course I do, who-" Sal cut themself off. "Oh. Ezra." Sal said with a saddened voice. The man in question just continued to cry as quietly as he could. "They don't know you like we do, buddy. The customers don't even know what you're really like, and a lot of them just make assumptions."

"All of your reviews are good, why-why can't mine be?" Ezra cried, wiping away his tears so he wouldn't accidentally drench Sal.

"Well, first of all, I don't have only good reviews. I've got a couple where people don't like me at all. Some people just assume I'm lazy or stupid because I can't do everything for them." Sal reasoned.

"Well-well none of those things are true! Why would-would someone even say that about you?" Ezra sobbed.

"They don't know me, just like they don't know you." Sal tried to help him rationalize the situation. "It's okay to be upset at what they say, though."

"How-How'd you even figure out I was here?" Ezra asked, wiping away his tears again.

"You're...pretty tall, if you hadn't noticed. Hard not to figure out something was wrong with you ignoring me and stomping around." Sal tried to joke.

"I-I don't mean to stomp around, really, I don't, I just-just forget where I am sometimes and-"

"I'm sorry, Ezra. I didn't mean it like that." Sal interrupted his spiral. They took a minute and sighed silently.

"Th-thank you for finding me. I...I wouldn't know what I would do without you." Ezra tried to smile at them.

"Of course, bud. I'm here any time if you need me. Just...try not to read the reviews again, yeah? They kind of ruin everyone around here." Sal walked up to his shoe and tapped him comfortingly.

Ezra just smiled at them, trying to ignore the heat seeping through his cheeks.

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gt july day 4 - broken

featuring characters from best friends (kind of a part 2? idk)

Simon had been insecure for the longest time. Ever since he became self-aware, he knew that people around him found him to be too much. He was too loud, too rough, too...Simon. That was, until he had Nikki. Nikki never judged him the ways other kids did. She never gave him odd looks, just nervous smiles. She never told him to shut up, she listened while he would rant. Nikki was the only one who accepted him for who he was.

At least he assumed that she did, until he did something that was unforgivable. He shrunk Nikki.

Now he was laying in his bed after making something for Nikki to sleep on, unable to sleep.

"Simon- you-you're loud! And clumsy! And you hurt people all the time without realizing it! I-I don't want my life in your hands!"

Nikki's words echoed in his mind, and all he could think about was how he ruined everything like he always did. He turned to the side in his bed, looking at Nikki's tiny form. How long had she been afraid of him?

How long had Nikki known that Simon was broken?

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gt july day 3 - hollow

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Thimbleweed was behind books on Carter's bookshelf, watching him draw at his desk. He was talking to them about something called a TV show, but they weren't really listening.

Carter had drawn them seven times in the last three days.

Thimbleweed was flattered, really, they were, and they especially enjoyed talking to Carter occasionally. But each drawing he made left them with an odd taste in their mouth. He drew them together a lot, where Thimbleweed would be in his hands while he was doing a different activity. Currently, his drawing was him on something called a 'skateboard' while Thimbleweed was sitting in his hair.

They just felt sort of...empty inside, as they watched him so full of happiness. Because they knew he was drawing them wrong. They had that ugly scar on their face, and one of their eyes would never open again. And Carter would likely never know anything about it because they were too much of a frightened wimp to meet him in person.

Thimbleweed felt hollow.

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gt July day 2 - secure

from this list btw

Xanth was a Black Prince Faery, and that meant he was practically royalty among his brood. It was time for them to emerge once again, and he was very excited to do so. He had spent most of his life underground, just like everyone else, but he felt as though he was the most excited to see the surface again. He heard the chorus of his fellow brood-mates, and he began tunneling to the surface.

And boy, the sunlight was bright. He had to close his eyes and duck back down for a moment, giving his eyes a moment or so to adjust. The moment he stepped out into the world, he would no longer have the full safety of the broods city. He saw one tree stretching far above him, and as he looked around, he realized something. There were more human buildings here than there were fifteen years ago. It was then he realized that he was practically surrounded by human-made objects. The pavement obscured many of his brood from emerging properly, buildings blocked the once wide open view he had as a child. He heard a buzzing signal from the ground telling him to return, but he groaned his antennae drooped. It had been far too long.

He ignored the order and flew up towards one of the buildings. He looked at each window until he found one that was open, and he squeezed himself into the room. There were several plants lined along the windowsill: two snake plants, a peace lily, and a few others he didn't recognize. But it didn't matter. He had found a peace lily, that was his second favorite plant to eat the sap out of. He buzzed down to one of the leaves of the plant, and bit down on it. He began slurping up the liquidy sap greedily. It had been so long since he got to eat like this.

But, if he had looked up, he would've seen the jar hovering over him. And the girl it was attached to.

CLUNK

He was trapped in a secure glass jar, and he released his hold on the now severed edge of the leaf he had been sucking on. He stared up until he saw a human girl, who looked to be no older than he was. Her blonde hair was curled and thrown back into a claw clip, and she wore a tan tanktop and a patchwork skirt.

"What the fuck is that?" She mumbled to herself, her voice lower in tone than he had expected. Xanth cleared his throat.

"I am a Black Prince Faery, human. And it would do you well to release me." He stated. His voice echoed strangely around the glass, and the human stared at him.

"So you talk?" She commented, her voice rising in pitch.

"Of course I talk. Silly human, don't you know what a Faery is?" He chuckled to himself.

"No, actually. I don't." She replied, still giving him the same curious stare she had been giving him before.

"Ah, well if you let me out of the jar, perhaps I'll tell you?" He hummed to himself, not afraid of her at all. "It would be nice to talk to such a pretty girl like yourself." He complimented. A light blush dusted her cheeks.

"Of course, right, you probably can't...breathe too well in there." She lifted the jar away from him. "I'm very sorry about that, by the way."

"It's nothing to worry about," he brushed it off, stepping towards her and sitting on the edge of the windowsill. "I have been told that I can look quite...creepy at times."

"You look like a big-ass bug is all. I was worried you were bad for my plants." She shrugged, still seeming somewhat nervous.

"No, of course not! I will never take more than what I need." Xanth countered. "Faeries like me emerge every once in a while. Typically we just live underground, but I wanted to stay on the surface for a little while." The girl looked to the side, thinking about something, before looking back to him.

"I've got nothing else to do, if you'd like to talk longer." She proposed. "I'm Carrie, by the way."

"Xanth. And I'd love to keep talking to you." He propped his head in his arms, not caring about the heat rising to his face.

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gt july day 1: fire

There were a few things Caleb missed about his old neighborhood. He felt so connected with the people there, he was great at keeping the kids in sight and safe, and block parties were one of his favorite things ever. He especially missed the barbeques and the s'mores made over the firepit.

It was a lazy evening, Snake was relaxed by his side, and he was remembering his last bonfire night. He turned his head and glanced at the gas stove, and he jumped with an idea. Snake jolted beside him, tail sticking straight up.

"Snake, have you ever had s'mores?" He asked, turning to look them in the eyes. They made a strange, confused face before giving him a slow shrug. "They're these things made with roasted marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers." Snake glanced away, then made eye contact with him again. They signed a no, but then signed that they liked chocolate. Caleb's smile grew brighter, and his hands began clenching and unclenching again. His legs tingled with the urge to jump, and he shot out of the chair and dashed to the kitchen, leaving Snake behind.

"I'm going to make some for you then!" He opened his barren pantry, scanning for marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. He only had little bear shaped graham crackers, and some mini-marshmallows, but he would make it work. He dashed back to the gas stovetop and turned it on full blast. He grabbed two forks and set it beside the ingredients before dashing back to the chair where Snake was still sitting. Caleb was bouncing on his toes, squeezing his hands, and Snake took a step back. He almost frowned at their reaction before he realized he would probably need to calm down a little to hold Snake safely.

"Sorry, I'm really excited for you to try them," he noted, extending a hand trembling with excitement. "It's one of my safe foods because it literally never ever tastes bad. Do people like you have anything similar to a block party or like a bonfire? Like a community gathering or something like that just for fun?" He asked while they stepped onto his waiting hand. He curled his fingers around them, squeezing them gently while he continued to stim with his other hand. Snake shook their head after a moment. Sure, Groundlings would have community gatherings occasionally, but there was always a purpose. They didn't have things like chocolate, and sugar itself was rare to find. Mostly there weren't always large surpluses of food unless it was in celebration of a good harvest.

"Oh, I'm sorry then. They're so fun, you go around the fire telling spooky stories, and you play with sparklers, and sometimes there's fireworks! I'm glad I get to help you experience your first bonfire." Caleb said, voice getting louder. Snake looked him over once more, then smiled softly to themself. Caleb could be a lot sometimes, but it was nice to see him so happy. Caleb set them down on the counter gently before turning out the kitchen light. Snake's confused eyes shone back at him, reflecting the firelight at him.

"Whoa, I didn't know your eyes could do that." Caleb said, his voice tinged with curiosity. He stepped closer, and shadows were cast on his face, making him look a little eerie. Snake shrunk back from him a little. Caleb turned to the fire burning from the gas stove and grabbed the marshmallows and passed a fork to Snake. "Put the marshmallow on the fork and hold it over the fire until it gets nice and warm. Then, you put it on the graham crackers and the chocolate and you eat it like a tiny sandwich!" He smiled.

Snake took up the fork and marshmallow they were passed, shoving it onto the fork until it was stuck on it. Then, they grabbed the end of the fork with both hands and struggled to hold it over the flame, trying to balance as best they could. Eventually they got it, and they held it over the flame as long as Caleb did. They watched him the whole time, and eventually heard him start to hum some tune they had never heard before.

"Oh, that's probably good." Caleb said, turning the heat on the stove down and pulling his marshmallow away from it. He placed it on the graham cracker and placed a piece of chocolate on top of it before carefully pushing it down. It was a tiny s'more, but he was excited to see Snakes reaction. Snake tried to do what he had done, but they couldn't quite get the marshmallow off of the fork. They looked to Caleb. "Do you need some help?" Snake hesitated, trying once more, but then they nodded. Caleb brought his hands closer and grabbed the fork, pressing on the s'more gently. Snake watched his simple show of basic power, and even though it probably shouldn't have been impressive, they felt their jaw loosen. He pinched the treat between two of his thick fingers and offered it to Snake, who took it up with both hands.

"Then you eat it while it's still warm." Caleb said, popping it into his mouth and chewing. He hummed with enjoyment, his body shaking for a moment like he got the chills. Snake looked to their own, feeling that Caleb was watching them expectantly. They took a bite, struggling to fit each part of the s'more into their mouth. Once they managed it, and each of the flavors hit their tongue at the same time, their eyes widened. It was sweet, almost too sweet for their tongue, but they loved how the warm marshmallow melted the chocolate just so. They hummed with enjoyment too, looking at it. There was no way they could eat the whole thing, so they offered the rest of it to Caleb.

"You...you're not going to eat the rest of that?" Snake shook their heed. Caleb took it from them with two fingers and popped it into his mouth. "Can I tell you a campfire story now? I don't know any super scary ones because they freak me out." Snake smiled and nodded.

"Okay, there once was this haunted bookshelf..."

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2025 G/T July Prompts:

Since the official prompts still have yet to be released, and writing takes a decent amount of time, a friend ( @paperlicense687) and I came up with our own prompt list :D

Regardless of if official prompts (curtesy usually of @gianttol) are released, hopefully everyone has a fun g/t July!

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HAPPY PRIDE !!!

Mia and Rosa are from an upcoming story - Mia has hearing loss so she wears hearing aids.

Grant and Marley are also from an upcoming story, I've already sort of introduced them through this short post teasing their story

Snake and Caleb are from A New Friend, and I have wayyyy more drabbles with them

Oliver and Zach are from Rehabilitation, and Oliver is going to meet Zach in canon soon!

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spoke too soon

Though Goosefoot was able to talk them down the previous night, Thimbleweed was determined to ensure that was their last overnight stay. They waited for her to leave, and once they were certain she was fully engrossed with speaking to the human, they donned their coat made of moleskin and coyote fur and stepped out into the tunnels.

Goosefoot had given them a tour at one point, even pointing out the exit should they ever want to see the sun, and so Thimbleweed was sure that the way out was two lefts and then a right. Though their leg ached in protest, Thimbleweed dragged it across the floor of the tunnels. Once they saw the soft light they assumed was the moon's glow, they forgot the pain in their leg in favor of getting out.

However, Thimbleweed was mistaken in believing that the exit was on the right. If they had just looked a little closer, they would've noticed that the soft light was from a desk lamp.

They stumbled out of the wall, relieved to finally feel the wind tickle the back of their ears, to hear the crickets chirp and smell the crispness of the autumn leaves. But, they were met with none of those sensations. So, naturally, they turned around to look at the way they had come. It was only then that they felt a warm, wet wind coat their back. 

Their hair stood on end, their tail pin-straight behind their back as they felt the familiar sensation of knowing something dangerous was watching you.

"Hello?" A child's voice came from behind Thimbleweed, and it was then they knew it was all over. They were frozen in place, completely unable to move, and they hated that feeling. They were helpless again, and flashes of the woman who had kidnapped them played out in front of them. "Are you one of Miss Goosefoots friends?" And that snapped them out of it. Thimbleweed darted to the left and the boy's hand followed them.

"Hey, wait, I promise I'm gentle." His voice grew slightly louder, a little more curious. "Miss Goosefoot herself knows I'm gentle." Thimbleweed narrowly dodged his left hand as his fingers came down to grab them up. With a final burst of speed and a leap of faith, they hid behind the books on a nearby bookcase. Their heart pounded and their leg began to ache again.

"Oh...um...do-do you need me to go get her? I-I think she's with Oliver." Thimbleweed felt nauseous. They didn't answer, but they could hear as the boy's footsteps trailed away. They pinched their eyes shut, slamming their back into the wall as they slumped. They felt their breath on their shaking palms as they desperately tried to calm down. All they had wanted was to get out of here, to return back to their home in the woods, to never see or hear another human again.

"Thimbleweed? Are you alright?" Goosefoots voice practically appeared besides them and their head jerked to look up at her. She sighed, her wrinkles pulling her face down. "Did you go exploring on your own?" The older woman sat beside them, and softly leaned into them. Her tail curled around their back comfortingly, and it reminded Thimbleweed of someone they used to know. It brought them back, and their breathing was slowly regulating itself.

"I-I was...trying to leave. I d-don't want your h-help." They tried to spit the words with venom, but it came out pathetically. Goosefoot leaned onto them a little more.

"You may not want it, dear, but I think you may need a little help. Everyone needs help sometimes." She replied softly, trying to give them a slight smile. "I can help you. I want to help you." Thimbleweed hiccuped quietly.

"M-Miss Goosefoot? Are they okay?" Thimbleweed tensed at the sound of the boys voice again. Goosefoot put her hand on their knee and squeezed reassuringly.

"Carter wouldn't hurt a fly, Thimbleweed." She said with a kind smile. "Yes Carter, they will be okay. Give me just a minute, alright?"

"O-Okay..." The boy - Carter - sounded slightly dejected. It was a sort of tone only children have, where their voice betrays them. In this case, Carter's disappointment was clear as his voice wobbled and stuttered.

"Thimbleweed, did you hear that he went to go and get me?" They nodded in response, feeling a little numb aside from the slight pain in their injured leg. "And did you notice that he remained quiet and as calm as possible?" Thimbleweed hesitated, they nodded again. "The two humans that live in this house are the safest you could ever end up with. I've taught both of them how to be careful, and how to act around the smaller folk like us, alright? I promise I would never put anyone in a situation that was dangerous."

"Okay," Thimbleweed replied quietly. "I...understand." They looked at Goosefoot, and she grinned brightly in return.

"Now, would you let me go talk to Carter for a little bit?" She asked. Thimbleweed nodded a lot less stiffly this time. Goosefoot left the safety of the books. Thimbleweed watched her through a small part in the books. "Carter, could you tell me what happened?" She asked, setting a small hand on his knuckle.

"I scared them, Miss Goosefoot. I-I didn't mean to, I-I just wanted to meet them and play like we do sometimes. B-But they ran away." He sobbed loudly, and Thimbleweeds ears pinned back. Carter whimpered, fat tears making his cheeks wet.

"Would you like another chance?" Carter nodded sadly. Goosefoot smiled.

"Let me go get our friend then." When she approached Thimbleweed, her smile grew. They were standing now, although on shaking legs.

"I...I'm not sure I want to do this yet." They said, and Goosefoot nodded.

"I know it may seem terrifying. But, if you want to get better, you'll need to exit your comfort zone." Thimbleweed considered it for a moment, eventually nodding.

"Can...I stay back here?" They asked, slouching.

"Of course, dear. Take the steps cautiously, but take them." She smiled. "Go and face your fears. I can't do it for you." She said as she walked back into the walls at an entrance Thimbleweed had missed before.

"H-Hello?" Carter asked, rubbing his eyes. "A-Are you there?" Thimbleweeds attention was drawn back to the small crack in the books. They could see him, but he couldn't see them. Just looking at his was nerve-wracking enough. But, if they wanted to heal...

"Y-Yes...I'm Thimbleweed." They said, remaining hidden.

"Will you come out?" The boy asked, his eyes darting around the bookshelf. He was trying to look for them. Thimbleweed was grateful that they couldn't be seen behind the books.

"Maybe...I-I'm...I'm not sure." They watched as he sat on the floor, his back to the bookshelf. Was he trying to make them feel more comfortable?

"That's okay. It just means we won't get to play." Carter hummed with a smile. "I'll just be happy if I get to talk to you." Thimbleweed didn't know how to respond, and there was silence for a little while.

"What's your favorite color?" Carter asked, and it looked like he was shifting to grab something in one of the drawers of his desk. Thimbleweed bit their lip and thought back to the last time they'd been free.

"Green." They said. It reminded them of the endless green out in the woods. "But I-I really like fall colors too. Like that r-reddish purple some of the leaves turn." Carter opened another drawer, grabbed a few things, then shut it again. He popped the top off of a marker and started sketching in one of his sketchbooks.

"I like the fall too. The crunchy leaves on the ground are my favorite part." There was a short silence as Thimbleweed watched him work. They crawled between the two books making the crack and peered down at him. "Do you want to come out and see what I made?" Thimbleweed flinched, tucking their head back. They remained silent. "That's okay. I can just show it to you." He said, and Thimbleweed scrambled back as he stood. He held the paper up, and they looked up at it.

The drawing was done in green and the exact reddish purple they had described. There were pointy, fluffy ears, a patchwork jacket, and a tail with a puff of fluff at the end. But most importantly, the drawing had two eyes.

"It's you!" Carter smiled brightly. "Do you like it?" Thimbleweed only kept staring at the drawing, particularly the two eyes and the smile.

"I...I do." They said, though they wanted to say that this wasn't them. They wanted to say that they were broken and wrong. But this drawing...it brought them hope that one day they could be happy again. "Can I...keep it?"

"Of course!" Carter squealed, his excitement palpable. He folded the paper in half a few times, until he could pinch it between two of his fingers. Then, his smile faltered for a minute. "Could you...show me where you are?" Thimbleweed swallowed thickly. Being seen was the most terrifying part of being near a human. If you were seen, then you could be caught. So, they contemplated for a moment before getting an idea. They pushed at one of the books until it moved forwards slightly. "Oh, there you are." Carter mumbled, and he placed the paper on the shelf in front of the book that had moved. He sat down again, once again with his back towards the bookshelf.

"Thank you." Thimbleweed remarked, slipping back between the two books and grabbing the paper. They could carry it under their arm just fine. "I-I'll...talk to you later?" They proposed.

"Oh. You're not going to come to dinner with Miss Goosefoot?" Carter asked, sounding a little sad. Thimbleweed fiddled with the paper in their hands.

"No, I..." They thought of an excuse before they had time to consider if they were going to talk to the boy again. "I-I already ate." It was a small lie, but it shocked them. Why did they care?

"Okay. You'll come back, right? I-I liked talking to you." Carter noted, sounding unsure.

"Yeah." Thimbleweed said, once again surprising themself. "I'll come back." And with that, they left through the tunnel in the wall. Goosefoot was waiting for them.

"You did well. I'm proud of you." She smiled. "I do hope you intend to talk to him again." Thimbleweed just blinked in response. They didn't know.

"I guess I can stay here a little longer." They mumbled, glancing at the paper. Thimbleweed ignored the way Goosefoot's grin grew and stared at the wall of the tunnel. "This doesn't mean I like you, or that I like humans." They added for good measure.

"Sure, Thimbleweed." Goosefoot rolled her eyes playfully.

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Their hair stood on end, their tail pin-straight behind their back as they felt the familiar sensation of knowing something dangerous was watching you.

"Hello?" A child's voice came from behind Thimbleweed, and it was then they knew it was all over.

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this is from an upcoming chapter of Rehabilitation

poor Thimbleweed wasn't expecting this, and Carter is just too excited to make new friends.

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ever just scroll through gt tumblr see something you think is so cute wholesome and well made and catch that giddy giggle of "oh my gosh, thing I like, heart is melting" yeah I missed that feeling. glad to have it back. small word to artist of every kind, keep up your hard work of story and art, love what your doing, and someone out there is getting a lot of joy from even your simplest silliest post <3 love u guys! have a great day

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giants who want a scared tiny to just look at them.

But when they do catch the tiny's gaze, it's just a wide, tearful stare. Their eyes focus on the giants hands to see if they'll hurt them. Looking at the giant's eyes to gauge their emotions, to see if there's any intent behind them.

The giant doesn't expect, nor want this reaction. whether this tiny is a stranger or a friend, the fact that they are viewed as an instrument of destruction rather than a real living thing pains them.

"Don't look at me like that. You're looking at me like... some type of monster."

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ALL MY G/T PROMPTS. ﹆. ۰ ⸼ ۫ ◌ °

‎⃗ 'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ໑ ≽ ‣‣‣ all sfw [ g/t prompts )

“Woah— it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“I just want to protect you.”

“Does this hurt you?”

“Could I.. pick you up?”

“You are so small—”

“I see us as equals, size doesn’t matter.”

“Did that scare you? —I am so sorry.”

“I’ll be careful next time, little one.”

“It’s scary out here, good thing I can protect you.”

“Don’t be afraid, the scariest thing in the world is here to protect you, you know?”

“I can’t only buy shirts with pockets—”

“Wake up, squirt.”

“Well.. what do we have here?”

“Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

“Hey.. it’s alright.. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“You, intimidating? Well, I guess if someone finds giant teddy bears scary— maybe.”

“Gah! you scared me, stop appearing from random places!”

“I’m convinced you have little tunnels all around my house.”

“Beans.” “It’s ‘Beings’, idiot.” “Shut up! it’s beans!”

“Get off of me, you’re heavy!”

“You didn’t need to stab my eye.” “It was instinct, shut up.”

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REborn ANIME OP REborn ANIME OP

So obvi I used the op for Attack on Titan because what else is there to use? No other songs exist ❤️ anyways per usual this is chalk full of lots of lore and symbolism so please enjoy the meal 👩‍🍳

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ITS DONE 👹👹

TW: Minor blood

This only took me ten years 💀

I am exhausted- but so, so excited to finally be finished with this animation! 😭

I had a lot of fun with symbolism in this one- and lots of fun shoving heapings full of LORE into every nook and cranny

Also I updated Annoras child design and Fugis adult design! Yipee!

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"Are we still friends?"

Looking into eyes that were so warm

It was jarring to see nothing but fear.

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oh btw my askbox is open if anybody ever wants to give me ideas or ask questions about characters or anything. I'm super friendly and I'll respond to literally anything lmao