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Handheld vibes only in this household
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I finally did it.
Man, I'm genuinely happy with the drawing, but I'm angry that I can't show it to my friends grrrr(They don't know that I like gt)
But here they are, Max and Charlie with colors!
Imagine holding your boyfriend like that while he calls you the worst words humanity has ever seen! So cute!!! <3
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Third promptober promt, Cozy!
Aedes fell asleep mid-feeding- something about being cradled in a warm hand is rather... comforting.
#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t art#g/t prompts#g/t artist#g/t fluff#wholesome giantess#I JUST LOVE THIS#Must add to the pile of “color eventually”#gts#gt sfw#giantess#Bite Me#tiny man#giant tiny#gentle giant#tiny vampire#JuneOC#Aedes Oc#promptober#Entodraws
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Kiss
A little kiss before work.
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My Borrowed Son | 11 | First Day of School
Chapter Eleven | First Day of School
Parker wasn’t sure why he was so jittery. Well… he did, and yet he didn’t. There were a million things going on in his mind, and yet he couldn’t summon the right words.
His mom had done it. He was going to school.
Well… kind of.
He was in virtual school, which was the next best thing. Parker knew he couldn’t attend normal school because of his condition, but that didn’t matter. Now, he would get to see other kids and hear all sorts of new things from his teachers. There would be homework and reading assignments and, if he was lucky, he would make some friends.
Parker had on his best shirt and made sure everything was tucked in and that his hair was combed out thoroughly. He had been waiting for this moment all summer and he was not about to leave a bad impression or get off on the wrong foot.
Something in the little boy was making him shiver and shake with both excitement and nerves.
What if the other kids didn’t like him?
What if he wasn’t smart enough to keep up with the work?
What happened if he was too smart?
Would he be bullied?
Or would he be welcomed with open arms like any other kid?
Was his condition going to make the others uncomfortable?
What if they asked too many questions about why he got to stay at home and go to school virtually?
Parker took a breath to calm down his mind. It was something his mom taught him. To reinforce the calm he was trying to bring over himself, Parker remembered his conversation with his mom.
“Now, Parker, remember what I said about your condition?” Amanda had asked him earlier that day and every day for the past two weeks.
“It is a rare condition that the doctors are still figuring out. I’m just like you, just a bit fragile,” recited Parker at the drop of a hat.
“If there are other questions about how you’re fragile?” prompted Amanda.
“It’s hard to explain, but it’s basically what it sounds like. My body is delicate. I can break bones easier and stuff like that and being outside makes my body react poorly. It also means I grow differently, so I’m a bit small for my age,” explained Parker. At that moment, Dr. Melissa Hargrove’s words also rang in his ears about how Parker’s body was just like any other kid’s body, just a bit smaller.
For whatever reason, Parker wondered why Dr. Hargrove, his pediatrician, knew about his condition, but he couldn’t find a lot of information about it online.
It’s not like it mattered in the long run.
What mattered was that Parker was getting what he wanted – a chance to be a normal kid.
His entire setup was a bit unorthodox, but it was necessary. Parker had a webcam perched on top of a few wooden blocks so that he was front and center, just like some kind of CEO in a company. His mom had purchased a nice desk for him as well as some bookshelves for him to put his notebooks.
Not only had his mom purchased a nice desk and bookshelves for him, but she also made an expansion to his room so he could have a study space. Everything was set up nicely, making Parker feel like he was in an office room like his mom’s office. It made him feel very grown up.
A computer was nearby so Parker could watch the screen and feel like he was part of the class. If he had a question, he had a few buttons he could press to raise his hand virtually. If he was having some tech issues, his mom was permitted to assist. If he misbehaved, his special permission to be virtual could be revoked.
But Parker was determined to make sure he never lost these privileges.
He intended to be the best student that ever was at this school.
As he readjusted his camera and his desk with his paper and pencils arranged just so, his mom paced not so quietly nearby. Her footsteps sounded like small earthquakes to him. It made the table tremble rhythmically. His mom’s pacing was usually soothing. The miniscule child had fond memories of falling asleep to his mother’s pacing. This time, however, it was making him feel anxious.
It wasn’t until he heard his mother’s signature tongue click that he knew she wanted to say something. He suspected she had a few things on her mind, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear.
“Parker, sweetie, do you need anything else before class starts?” she asked.
“No, momma. I have everything,” said Parker. Something about the apprehension in his mother’s eyes made Parker feel uncomfortable. There was a part of him that was afraid she would change her mind at any moment about him going to school, not that she had done anything like that in the past.
“You sure? You don’t want any water or a snack?” asked his mom. Parker shook his head and smiled up at her.
“I’m sure, but thank you,” said Parker. “Momma? Don’t worry. I’ll be good. I’ve got all my supplies and I’ll be fine. I promise.” He pushed himself away from his desk, glancing at the computer screen to make sure he was still on time, and walked over to the edge of the desk.
“I know, and I’m trying not to worry. I just want you to have a great first day.” His mom approached and knelt, her eyes lingering on his eyes. A child’s intuition and innocents are unparalleled, and now was one of those moments. Parker didn’t understand all of the emotions his mother was going through, but what he did know was that she needed reassurance. The moment felt right, so Parker reached out and rested his hand against his mother’s cheek.
“I’ll make you proud, momma.” His words immediately brought tears to his mom’s eyes, and it took everything in her willpower to not scoop him up and pull him away from the world. He was too sweet – too pure – to be exposed to the outside world.
If a mother’s worries were astronomical, Amanda’s were incomprehensible. The terror of Parker being revealed as a miniscule child that could fit in a human hand was almost crippling. The fear of him doubting himself or not succeeding in everything he deserved to succeed in made Amanda want to cry. The desire for Parker to be accepted and to make lasting friendships was stronger than adamantium.
She knew parenthood was going to be a challenge, especially with a small child like Parker, but she didn’t think emotions this intense would possess her.
Amanda wanted to say so much more, but the flicker of the computer screen revealing a classroom caught both her and Parker’s attention. He looked back at her and beamed, a smile spread from ear to ear, as he hurried back to his desk and pressed the “on” switch to his camera.
There he was on screen. The image flicked on and revealed the classroom on the big screen. It made Parker feel like he was watching a movie with his mom, except this one was interactive – real.
The camera picked up all of the sound of the buzzing classroom, which made Parker’s hair raise. It was an odd sensation, but something in the back of his mind begged him to flee and hide away from the camera. The other part of him that ended up winning out had him stay put on the camera and sit patiently as he waited for class to begin.
Where did that sensation come from?
Why was it always nagging him in the back of his mind?
Parker pushed it from his mind as he focused on the other kids in the classroom, absorbing every detail of the classroom. There were at least twenty other kids, all of them around Parker’s age, and they were walking around the room and talking to one another. Based on his position in the room, Parker suspected he was at the front of the room by the teacher’s desk since he couldn’t see it in the picture of the class on his screen.
The desks were arranged in groups of five, making Parker think that his area was set up at one of these five desks since he could only see four other desks around his screen but five desks at all of the other spots in the room. It made him wonder who he was going to be with and if they would get along. His palms felt sweaty and his insides flipped and churned nervously.
The clock at the front of the room was counting down to 9:00 a.m. Each second, Parker felt a fluttering nervousness swirling inside him. He spotted a few of the kids looking and pointing at the camera, many of them covering their mouths and leaning toward one another as they whispered.
It made Parker squirm uncomfortably. Were they talking about him? And, if so, why not just come over and talk? He recited the questions and answers in his head that he and his mother rehearsed, the anticipation of talking to someone new for the first time starting to make him antsy.
Still, he wanted to put his best foot forward. He smiled and waved at some of the nearby groups, but that only made the other kids look away.
The miniscule boy wondered why.
He was just like them, just not there in person.
Perhaps they just know one another from the other grades? Friends gravitate to one another from grade to grade. Maybe they’re just as scared as me?
Parker smiled again and waved as a group of three girls walked past his screen. All of them had this weird look on their face, like it was a mixture of confusion and disgust.
Were all girls like this? Parker wondered.
It felt like a punch in the gut, but Parker was determined; at least, he started off determined.
When the bell rang and no one approached, Parker was feeling defeated. Could the other kids see him? Did he look like some kind of screen robot? Or was this just how things were going to be?
Oh well… I wanted to go to learn too… Parker thought. I guess making friends is harder than I…
“Hey, are you new here?”
Parker was pulled from his thoughts to see a massive face of a girl about his age leaning forward toward the camera. She had charcoal black eyes and black hair that was spun in tight, curly spirals. She had a little gap in between her front teeth, and it was clear she had lost a tooth recently at the bottom left of her jaw.
Again, that instinct to flee and hide welled up inside of him, but Parker choked it down as he fidgeted with his penicils.
“Um… uh… yeah. Hi! Sorry. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Parker. What’s your name?” asked the anxious ten year old. The girl leaned away and stared at the screen, her penetrating eyes making Parker feel like she was actually looking at him, before she looked directly into the camera.
“I’m Bailey. Bailey Johnson. Don’t you have a last name? Daddy always taught me to say your first and last name when you meet someone new,” said Bailey as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned forward on her desk.
“R-right,” stammered Parker, feeling like he was starting to flounder already. He wasn’t going to shy away from this though. He cleared his throat and straightened up. “I’m Parker Silverstein. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” beamed Bailey as she shimmied in her seat. “Um… why are you on a screen? It’s the first day. You sick or somethin’?”
Parker didn’t have a chance to answer, not that he was eager to do so. It was the first time he was going to put his question answering to the test, but it was cut short by someone striking a triangle that hung over the whiteboard.
“Alright, everyone sit down and get ready. We’ve got a lot to cover today and, if you were in my class last year, you know the drill,” said a tall man at the front of the class. He wore black rimmed glasses that reminded Parker of the ones Clark Kent would wear in the comics to disguise himself from being Superman. The man had sandy blond-brown hair, much like Parker’s hair, but he had pale blue eyes that reminded Parker of glacier ice that he had seen in his science books. The man looked young, but he held himself with the confidence of someone older than him. The man began to pace back and forth at the front of the room and continued to speak, which quieted the room.
“For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mr. William Tamplin. You may call me Mr. Tamplin unless you’re my mother, which I don’t think any of you are, and I’m your homeroom teacher. I’m also you English instructor, math tutor, and I sometimes hold kickball tournaments for your grade range. I play the French horn and give piano lessons on weekends. Tracking?
“Good. Now, today is very simple despite all we have to do today. First and foremost, let’s get up from our chairs and give ourselves a little shake. First day jitters always keep me moving, and I can see some of you squirming in your seats already. So, let’s stand and shake.”
It was an unorthodox method to begin with, but a little more coaxing had the students standing and shimmying and shaking. Some of the kids started laughing, and even Parker stood and found himself laughing a bit at watching everyone get out their first day jitters.
Already, this was making him feel comfortable.
“Alright! Everyone back in your seats. We’re going to be doing a lot of these things throughout the day, so stay still until I ring this bell. As soon as you hear it, stand and get out those jitters. Okay?
“Good! Now, first and foremost we need to introduce ourselves. We’ll take turns, but let’s start small. Look at your classmates and shake everyone’s hand and introduce yourselves. You have thirty seconds. Go!” instructed Mr. Tamplin.
Parker had to admit that his teacher had a special way of conducting the room, and soon he had the names of the other five kids at his table. There was Bailey, of course, but also Davis, Lyanna, and Billie.
All of them asked, almost in unison, why Parker was on a screen and not at the table. Lyanna seemed less interested like Davis, who was currently drawing on his desk, but Bailey and Billie seemed genuinely curious as to why Parker wasn’t there with them.
“Well, it’s a bit complicated, but I have a medical condition. It just makes me a bit fragile, so I have to have school at home,” replied Parker.
“Lucky,” mumbled Davis as he continued drawing on the desk.
“Davis, you shouldn’t be doing that. It’s disrespectful,” scolded Bailey as she turned her charcoal eyes back to Parker.
“So, you’re sick a lot? That’s gross,” said Billie. “But you look fine to me. When I’m sick, I have snot, like, dripping down my face like the nasty monster. Like this. Blleehhh!” Billie proceeded to pretend snot was coming out of his face as he dragged his fingers down his nose.
“Ew! You’re disgusting,” Lyanna said as she rolled her eyes.
“You’re disgusting,” Billie shot back.
Parker was about to interrupt, but Mr. Tamplin rang the bell again and everyone stood and got out their jitters, something Parker was enjoying. It made him feel relaxed and connected to a class he could only see on a screen. It also distracted his table from the current argument they were about to engage in.
“Alright, now everyone needs to introduce themselves to the class, okay? One at a time so we can get to know your face. Just like I did, stand and tell us your name and a little something about yourself. It can be something you like doing. It can be your favorite television show or book. Ready? You have ten seconds and then the first student is whoever I point to. Go!”
One by one, the students stood up and introduced themselves, willing to participate in this game-like activity set forth by Mr. Tamplin. Parker was having a great time until, finally, he saw Mr. Tamplin’s eyes focus on him and his finger point directly at the screen.
“Okay. You. Who are you?” asked Mr. Tamplin. Parker suspected Mr. Tamplin already knew who he was, but it was part of the activity. Suddenly, Parker’s heart was in his throat and every thought was wiped from his mind.
Who was he?
What was his name?
What was he supposed to say?
Parker felt a mixture of nausea and excitement as he stood up from his at-home desk and cleared his throat. His heart was pounding a hole through his ribs. The edges of his vision seemed to blur and refocus.
Then, somehow, the words just came to him.
“Hello, my name is Parker Silverstein. My favorite book is The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, and I like inventing and making things,” said Parker. He took a breath of relief as he waited for Mr. Tamplin to instruct him to sit back down.
“Well, Parker, nice to meet you. Everyone say ‘Hi Parker’.”
“Hi Parker!” Everyone echoed back. It was the same thing everyone had done to one another the entire class.
“Now, Parker, would you like to explain why you’re on a screen? Or do you want to save that for another day?” asked Mr. Tamplin. The ten year old child felt a pit form inside him. It made him feel a bit awkward to be called out in front of everyone, but he kind of wanted to get it over with all at once.
Plus, Mr. Tamplin had given him an option of now or later.
“Um… I can tell them now. Um… so… I have a… um… medical condition. It’s a bit rare and it basically just makes me a bit fragile, so I have school at home,” explained Parker.
“Wonderful. Thank you for sharing Parker. Now, onto the next!”
Just like that, without any extra hassle, Parker had explained to over twenty other kids that he was just a little bit different, and no one had any other questions.
Though it was bound to happen, Parker was grateful that Mr. Tamplin didn’t open up the floor for discussion. He didn’t like all of that attention on him if he was being completely honest. It made his skin crawl and he felt like he needed to duck away and hide under the desk away from the camera.
At the same time, it was exhilarating. Parker had just made so many new friends, and some of them were right there at his table.
The day continued, for the most part, without incident. There were a few teachers that came into the room and had additional questions for Parker who emphasized to the class that he was going to get all of the same homework, additional lessons, and supplementary material like everyone else, but no one seemed interested in the particulars.
There was one teacher, Ms. Kendall Kain, who pulled Parker’s monitor to the side to ask, as she said, some “follow up questions.” Many of them were about specifics of his condition followed by a somewhat implying statement about Parker not looking sick. At some point, Parker called in his mom to answer some of Ms. Kain’s questions, which quieted Ms. Kain for the rest of the day.
Parker loved all of his teachers, except for Ms. Kain with her wrinkly brow and thick rimmed glasses held on by a gaudy beaded chain, and he was more than ready to tackle the literal stack of homework he was given.
After that incident with Ms. Kain, Parker’s mom peered in from time to time to give him a little thumbs-up, to which Parker always returned the gesture.
The rest of the day ran smoothly, ending once again with Mr. Tamplin.
Parker logged off from class and, with excitement, rushed out to his ladder to run to his mom to tell her all about the day he had at school. This was a promising start to his educational journey, and a tart to even greater things to come.
Parker was sure of it.
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Showing 💗Love💗 and that you ✨Care✨ in Borrower manners.
(These will be listed in very ambiguous contexts, platonic or romantic (unless stated otherwise) for my own convention)
🫀;; Borrowers tend to be a little clumsy when expressing affection, this is because they rarely would interact with strangers and even more so with humans. If a borrower didn't tell you verbally how much they enjoy your presence, it might not be because they like you less but rather because they aren't used to it, and resort to their cultural practices which send the message just as well if not better;
💌;; In a culture where taking things is not only good but encouraged, one could only imagine that sharing means caring. Sharing your resources which are so valued, is a form of saying “I understand what you're going through and I want to make your life easier” in a subtle way. In most human cultures, sharing things is more about common sense and courtesy taught since childhood, while borrowers consider it a display of empathetic affection since they don't feel socially pressured to share with someone nor expect people to share their things with them just because.
💌;; Talking about sharing, we must speak about gifting culture as a universal borrower “I love you”. Gifting is an act of love, and even though they appreciate all kinds of gifts, they seem to prefer gifting and receiving things that can give the other a practical advantage. We can sum the most common gifts in two categories; food or warmth. Some borrowers might also find joy in receiving things that they sometimes have to leave behind, like shiny objects.
💌;; Hand-crafted, practical gifts are extremely good for bonding since they hold a sentimental value as well as a survivalist one. For example, it is very common to give blankets, scarves or warm meals. Borrowers appreciate someone taking their valuable time to make something for someone else, so they could find little to no value in the expensive, superficial gifts humans give to each other.
💌;; Although this is highly personal, since borrowers seek warmth, a lot of them deeply enjoy hugs, as well as snuggling or sleeping in groups to share the warmth. Physical contact is a show of affection on its own, but there's also subtle ways to display it, like touching foreheads.
💌;; One thing humans might just not get at the first time, is how borrowers are incredibly mindful of space, their perceptive nature makes them able to sense when to get out of the place, and that includes sentimental situations. Although of course there are exceptions, a common answer to a human yelling at them is to simply walk away. This might look rude but it is actually a way for them to not overwhelm you. So of course when a human unconsciously mimics this behavior, it is often well received.
💌;; Validation. Borrowers long for people to understand them, and that not only includes when they're crying or having a bad day, but also when people cheer their passions and dreams outside of survivalism topics. For example, a borrower artificer that likes making cool things wants to hear people be delighted with their small tricks, rather than to be told they're a waste of time.
💌;; Knowledge! Of course, learning and teaching being a huge part of their culture, a lot of them might be delighted to hear their human friend ramble about how the unknown world works for them, and for them to teach about the borrower's ways in exchange. This could be a show of them genuinely caring, since a lot of the knowledge humans could give to borrowers wouldn't prove to be useful in their day-to-day context.
#tiny#borrower#the borrowers#borrower culture#borrower lore#writing#worldbuilding#giant#gt#g/t#gt prompt#borrowers#giant/tiny#gt sfw#writing prompt#g/t prompts#g/t community
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Idk how to explain this thought process other than ‘drawing g/t of my kid character. Whose never been in GT ever’
So yeah.
#Brooke Solar#my oc#gt art#gt sfw#sfwgt#giant/tiny#Giant girl#would’ve tagged this as giantess but 1. That would be weird considering this girl is at least 14 and 2. As much as i COULD use gentle#-Giantess people still might be weird about her :[#ibispaintx#doodles
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I adore Giant Eddie Munson, but can we pls talk about Tiny Eddie for a moment? Because tinies tend to see his personality as safe, but Eddie himself gives off so much Tiny energy.
He likes to act big and bold, but that’s just a facade to hide his natural state of nervousness. He’s actually a pretty skittish individual and will run if it means he gets to live another day. Dreams of living bigger but turns back to his comfort zone when life gets too real. It’s only when he really gets to know people that he opens up. He’s playful and witty but still never fully relaxed until he really truly feels he can trust you. Even then, he’s had too many bad experiences in his life to ever really trust people. He’s constantly on the move because there are too many people that consider him the enemy to ever stay still.
To me, that’s textbook tiny attributes.
Idk, maybe I’m just having 4:00 AM thoughts, but Tiny Eddie has always made sense to me. Probably lives at the school instead of the trailer park. Uses all his close friends as jungle gyms as he talks theirs ears off about his current interest, putting small braids in people’s hair just to stim and work his fingers, befriending the mice because even by tiny standards he’s a loner. That last one is just because he’s AuDHD and it’s difficult to connect to people. Helping Dustin, Mike, and Lucus paint the tiny details on their miniatures. Playing around with the miniatures to do tiny versions of LARPing. Finding a lost fingerboard and failing miserably to teach himself how to skate. Will only allow a few select people to carry him as being held can sometimes be too overstimulating. Will only travel in loose shirt/jacket pockets as tight spaces cause panic attacks / make him feel trapped. Breaking all the tips off of certain teacher’s pencil to inconvenience them and get lead to draw with. Planting bang snap fireworks in bully’s lockers/backpacks and setting a few off during their lunch period to get them in trouble.
I think about him being tiny sometimes.
#stranger things g/t#tiny!eddie munson#g/t#giant/tiny#giant tiny#gianttiny#g/t community#gt community#giant tiny community#giant/tiny community#gianttiny community#giant#tiny#gt sfw#g/t sfw#giant tiny sfw#giant/tiny sfw#gianttiny sfw
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A conversation these two have probably had
Based off the Moomin comics
#this time…what do you mean this time hazel#my art#conman tiny#giant/tiny#g/t#gt shitpost#gt sfw#g/t sfw#g/t shitpost#my ocs#hazel calls Gabe Gabriel even tho they’ve been accomplices for years#she does that with everyone calls them by their formal names#g/t ocs#g/t oc#g/t community
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Cosmic's Borrower Home!
Hey there! Are you a smol that is need of a small, safe, and homely G/T community? Then you are invited here to my very own borrower home, a SFW safe space that welcomes smols with big, caring arms! ^^ The link to the Discord server is on my home page if you are interested!
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i was bored in the car so i made g/t bingo
(just for fun, just based on my own experiences/observations, pls dont take this srsly)
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I always see people talking about two giants and one tiny relationship, but what if two tinies and one giant?
Imagine the tinies playing on the hair of the giant, and the giant just seems happy cuz they is with the people who they love.
Or imagine both tinies needy for attention, doing everything to get the attention of their big boyfriend, climbing up their body or even giving them a few small kisses on their cheeks while the giant is just trying to work.
Man, this ideas warm my heart 💜
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Alignment charment meme, edition how to hold a tiny.
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Quick sketch, may color later.
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Everyone Needs A Little Hero | Completed Work
A Borrower named Hero is out borrowing with his older sibling(s) and sees one of their human hosts watching an animated TV series about villains and heroes, people who stand for good and help make the world a better place. He is enthralled with the idea of living up to his name and begins a secret, vigilante lifestyle to make sure the humans "in his care" are safe. What happens when he is put to the test? Will his activities be explained away? Or will they get him caught?
Prologue
Chapter One | Rings and Memories
Chapter Two | Inhale, Exhale
Chapter Three | My Fwiend, Hewo
Chapter Four | Hero's Little Conversation
Chapter Five | Fresh Eyes
Chapter Six | Hooks and Hands
Chapter Seven | A "Little" Perspective
Chapter Eight | Vocalization
Chapter Nine | Surprises and Shelves
Chapter Ten | Talking to the Newcomers
Chapter Eleven | Overhearing Glimpse
Chapter Twelve | Conversation Match
Chapter Thirteen | Growing Curiosities
Chapter Fourteen | Rey of Hope
Chapter Fifteen | Confronted on the Countertop
Chapter Sixteen | Sticky Memories
Chapter Seventeen | Better Together?
Chapter Eighteen | Helping Conditions
Chapter Nineteen | Movie Night
Chapter Twenty | Trust Talk
Chapter Twenty-One | Trouble Ahead
Chapter Twenty-Two | Saving Our Hero pt. 1
Chapter Twenty-Three | Saving Our Hero pt. 2
Chapter Twenty-Four | Saving Our Hero pt. 3
Chapter Twenty-Five | Motivating A Hero
Chapter Twenty-Six | Hero Rising
Chapter Twenty-Seven | Calling All Heroes
Chapter Twenty-Eight | True Colors Revealed pt. 1
Chapter Forty-Three | True Colors Revealed pt. 2
Chapter Forty-Four | True Colors Revealed pt. 3
Chapter Forty-Five | True Colors Revealed pt. 4
Chapter Forty-Six | True Colors Revealed pt. 5 (FINALE)
Chapter Forty-Seven | Epilogue
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Borrower Age & Education
🐿️;; When a borrower is born, they're already considered a child, not a ‘baby’ in the human way of seeing it. Because of that, they already have very important responsibilities on their backs. And their very first task is to learn how to walk, which they learn to do in their first month of life. This is why it is said “Borrowers are born working”
🐿️;; Borrowers are surprisingly fast learners, and it enhances their ability to adapt to multiple situations and skills that require a creative or a physical input. They also have a natural sense of curiosity, to learn how things work. To be curious for a borrower is healthy and normal, but when it's too much, it can lead to the awful consequence of being caught.
Education
🪡;; Obviously, borrowers normally don't have access to formalized forms of learning like schools or colleges, most of them would be what humans call homeschooled so that means most of their knowledge comes from his family and community. That also means families can prioritize certain skills over others, skipping them entirely or even teaching extra things, so this will list the most general possible of things borrowers learn since their early childhood in order to be considered independent and fully capable once they reach adulthood.
🪡;; Most commonly, borrowers learn by example and observation, some parents might do something once and expect their child to figure it on their own. However, children get involved in almost any task or chore.
🪡;; All of these skills are almost never restricted to gender.
🪡;; Regarding mentality, borrowers are heavily encouraged to learn patience, perseverance, resilience, and develop quick problem-solving, decision-making, and critical-thinking trains of thought. These are all traits that portray a borrower as well educated.
🧵;; Sewing, embroidery and knitting. Borrowers learn to make and modify their own clothes according to the materials available and the season. Parents give children their first set of clothes, but they are encouraged to modify them themselves as they grow, or even start making their own.
🏹 ;; Hunting, skinning, tanning, tracking and crafting traps. Even though borrowers tend to prefer just borrowing food, in times of scarcity they'll resort to hunting so they must know different strategies for different prey, how to fight them, how to make full use of it, and are desensitized from a young age to what this entails.
🏥 ;; First aid. Borrowers are taught from a young age how to perform CPR, how to disinfect, stitch and cauterize wounds, make splints, treat poison, treat choking, bites, burns, and even panic attacks.
🔥 ;; How to ignite a fire without matches, to keep warmth, to cook food or to ward off predators. As well as learning how to obtain potable water in different circumstances.
⚔️ ;; How to craft and use weapons/shields of different kinds. They also learn how to make a variety of knots for this purpose, but also to make other tools or even shelters. Also, hand-to-hand combat.
💪🏻;; Techniques of self-defense, and evasion. Weapons aren't usually the response of a borrower at feeling threatened, so they must learn how to avoid a fight to escalate; by running, hiding, dodging, being stealthy or camouflaging.
🪚 ;; Making of shelters, miscellaneous tools, and basic carpentry (mainly to maintain their homes and furniture)
🌸 ;; Knowledge about the local fauna and flora. For most modern borrowers, “local fauna” might refer to cats, dogs, rodents and bugs.
🍓 ;; Foraging. Borrowers close to the wild might be more specialized in this. Those living in homes could identify edible plants and fungus, and in what stage of growth they are, as well as identifying herbs with medicinal value.
❗;; Specific communication-based skills; these might be unique based on gesture, sounds, symbols, or other non-verbal means of borrower communication.
❓;; Basics of human psychology, biology and behavior; like why humans do some things and how to ‘read’ them. This knowledge might probably not be accurate to reality, but it has worked for them in the long-run. This can intertwine with their culture, generating fear-inspiring stories that ward off curious borrowers. They're also often expected to learn how to adapt to human routine.
📚 ;; Cultural values which often include the borrower rules, oral storytelling, resource management, risk assessment, environmental awareness and cooperation/teamwork.
🔢 ;; A very rudimentary math, mainly used to tell the time, counting things and do basic operations.
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