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Hello! I’m Ducky (Or whatever duck-related nickname you come up with) I write sfw g/t and you may catch a few drawings here and there. I am very friendly with everyone and I love chatting anytime! Asks are always open as well!
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Restoration- Nathan, Ryker (Currently done with the chapters, writing little scenes now)
While I know it isn't your main thing, do you have any new art you can show off? Or, do you have any art you haven't shared yet? I really do enjoy your art, it's pretty good.
I sadly don’t have any new art or anything old that I’ve never shared 🙏 Every once in a while I might think of something, but I never actually draw anything. I think I’ll be sticking with writing for a while! But thank you for saying my art is pretty good ❤️
In the future, how would Nathan's mental health improve? And, would he try getting professional help, like therapy when he's older?
Oh I love questions ❤️
1.Nathan’s mental health improves by simply being around his new family now. Despite being overwhelmed pretty much all the time he actually really enjoys being around all of them now. The only downside is that he know hates being alone at any given time (and I mean this it’s a big problem for him) so he ALWAYS has to have someone around to keep him company even if they don’t talk. But with 6 other people in the house he’s hardly ever alone so it’s never really a problem, and even then he gets over it as time goes on because he knows Ryker’s family would never abandon him after everything. So yeah I think he’s doing a lot better in the future
2.He’d never go back to therapy or get professional help mainly because in his mind he already has everything he needs and if he ever wants to talk about something he can just turn to Ryker for help.
See they get a happy ending after I’ve traumatized them! Thank you for the ask anon!
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The next few days were a blur after my little incident. Quite literally. Nothing had seemed to change except for the human not hiding his presence. The way he subtly moves things around so I could find them more easily. The soft taps on the table to tell me where said things were.
A human was helping me. The human. A part of me wanted to know his name. Another part of me thought that there was no point in knowing. He was helping me survive, and I stayed out of his way in the meantime. Why change what’s been working for years? Or at least that’s how long he said he’s been helping me. So much for not playing right into my role of a blind person..Â
My head still couldn’t wrap around the fact he saw me. Held me. Could do whatever he wanted with me. And was still kind enough to let me go. Even more so, allowed me to stay living here like he wasn’t at all bothered by the tiny guest that’s been living in his walls. I nearly laughed at the thought.
He must’ve been messing with me, right?
The house was quiet besides the TV on in the living room telling me exactly where the human was. I waited inside the kitchen outlet to make sure that I was right. It felt like it was going to be another easy day of doing nothing. Seemed easy enough. And boring. Though, after the incident, it’d be best if I didn’t do anything for a while.Â
I snuck out of the outlet once I reassured myself several times that it was okay and cautiously walked onto the counter. It was strange that he knew about me, or that I knew he knew about me. He knew that I would come out here every day to grab something to eat, and every day he’d leave something out for me. It was also strange to be walking on the counter without having such a big fear of being caught.Â
My hands were reaching out, but there was nothing for it to grab onto. I could smell something sweet, but it didn’t really seem like it was anywhere close by. I felt my heart skip a beat, gripping the strap of my bag nervously. Maybe there was something else around here? Was this some kind of test the human decided to put me up against? No, after our little encounter, he didn’t really seem like the type.Â
I sighed and started walking around, hesitating before every step just to make sure I wouldn’t fall. Would it even help if I stepped off the edge? A knot formed in my stomach just thinking about it. I really wanted my needle back, but asking for one seemed terrifying. Plus, it would be better for me if I just learned how to live without one. Though that would be hard when I was just a few inches tall and literally everything was dangerous.Â
There wasn’t anything around which made me a little worried, but it wasn’t like I was too hungry anyway. I turned my heels in the direction that felt like the outlet, feeling a little defeated. Even more so when I clumsily ran into something. I reached a hand out, grumbling under my breath. Something made out of cardboard. Something that wasn’t usually there. I scoffed and trailed my hand across the cardboard so that I wouldn’t run into it again.
Suddenly, I heard something open. The fridge? My heart jumped. My mind was racing. My head turned towards the sound instinctively, counting down the seconds I had left to make a decision. What should I do? And I did the only thing I knew how to do. Hide. I ran into the cardboard again in a panic and staggered backwards for a few seconds, hurrying to hide behind the box. My chest heaved up and down as I pressed my back against the cardboard, hoping that I was hidden well enough.Â
Of course he knew about me, but it didn’t change the fact that he was human and could change his mind anytime he wanted to.Â
I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my breathing so he couldn’t hear me either. I was still scared of him. No matter how many times he’s possibly saved me. No matter how many times he’s helped me survive. Some part of me felt bad for feeling this way. Another kept telling me it was okay.Â
I heard the human grab another thing. My heart was beating rapidly. I slid my back against the cardboard and held my hands against my mouth. So many sounds all at once. It was overwhelming. It made my head spin.Â
Silence filled the room. The loud noises all came to a stop. The sound of my own heartbeat was the only thing that rang through my ears. What is he doing? Did he see me? No, that’s impossible. I ran before-
I heard the human hold back a laugh, followed by something being placed almost right beside me. I flinched, holding my hands out to stop whatever was coming back to me. So he knew I was here and was just ignoring me. Great. It wasn’t such a big deal if it’s what he’s been doing for years, but it’s the concept of not knowing that was driving me insane.Â
“You know you don’t have to try and hide anymore, right?” Try? Was I not hidden? It felt like I was. I fidgeted, smelling something sweet in whatever he placed in front of me. My body was trembling so much that I was sure my insides were all blended together. Even as tempting as the food was, my appetite was lost.Â
Well, he was right about one thing at least. I didn’t have to hide from him. As much as my body was screaming to run off the edge of the counter because that would be a much more merciful death than the one he’d give me, I just couldn’t listen. Something told me that it would be different than the horror stories my parents would tell me to make sure I stayed away from humans. Or maybe this was exactly how they went. There was only one way to find out.Â
Silence filled the room. I wasn’t about to break one of the most important rules a borrower had to follow. Don’t speak. Sure, I may have talked to him when he saved me, but that was just so he would let me go, so it didn’t count! Then again, the most important rule was not getting caught, and I managed to break that pretty well.Â
Maybe they were right about me being a screw-up.Â
I shoved the thought aside, ignoring how the pit in my stomach somehow kept growing the longer the silence kept stretching between us. It was terrifying to know that he was maybe just a few feet, or inches, away from me. He could reach out and grab me at any time he wanted. Was there a chance of getting out of this?Â
“Mmm, you get an A for effort.” I turned my head towards his voice so fast it felt like it was throbbing from motion sickness. He was close. So dangerously close. Without even telling it, my body already started crawling backwards along the cardboard wall.Â
Yeah, like that’s going to do anything.Â
For a split second, it felt like he was going to reach out and grab me. My body dreaded it. Time seemed to slow as I carefully listened to every fabric rustle, just waiting to feel something warm and squishy wrap around me. But there was nothing. No feeling of impending doom. Nothing wrapping around, threatening to make my ribs pop right out of my skin. It didn’t even feel like his shadow was looming above anymore. What was he playing here?Â
“Well, if you’re hungry, food’s in front of you.” He didn’t sound angry or irritated. If anything, he actually sounded defeated. Why was that? As far as I was concerned, he was a happy person with tons of friends he invited over sometimes and was much too loud for my ears. I grumbled at the thought, not hearing the human move from his spot. Then again, he could be quiet when he wanted to, so leaving was a small possibility. I mean, he secretly helped me for so long without me hearing about it.Â
Rather than run away like any borrower with common sense would do, I decided it wouldn’t be so bad if I just accepted the food he was offering, even if there was a chance he was still somewhere around here.
I cautiously reached over the plastic bowl he had the food in and tore a piece off of the weirdly soft thing I held in my hands. Bread? It didn’t smell this sweet. Was it poison? I shook that idea out of my head and took a small bite. If I knew what “my eyes lit up” looked like, I’m pretty sure this would be it. What was it? Why did it taste so good? Should I thank him? I wasn’t sure if he was still there or not. It was eerily quiet.Â
“Wait!” I yelled to make sure he heard me from wherever he was. This wasn’t a decision I’d immediately regret, right? The anxiety slowly ate away at my knotted stomach. I clutched whatever sweet treat he gave me in my hands. Why was I calling him over? Was I finally going crazy? Maybe. It sure felt like it. One second I’m being saved by a human, and the next I’m making conversation. Who would’ve thought?Â
The next second there weren’t even any footsteps near me. Meaning he was just silently watching meÂ
What a creep.Â
“What’s up?” I twisted my head from the direction his voice was coming from. My heart started racing, threatening to beat right out of my chest. I can do this, right? It’s just talking to a terrifying human who was probably looming, just waiting for me to make a mistake.Â
“Thanks.” The words were harder to say than he realized.
“You’re welcome.” He didn’t walk away. I took a shaky breath and finished up whatever he left out for me today. Was leaving an option now? He still didn't walk away. Would he hold me back?Â
Awkward silence filled the room. I had drowned out the TV a long time ago, only focusing on even the slightest rustle of fabric. But I could still hear him breathing. The silent tapping on the counter, but it was oddly far away. Did he move away?Â
With an insane amount of stupidity and convincing, I forced my voice to start working.Â
“Why are you watching me?” Rather than spitting it at him, my voice came out more terrified than judgemental. I mentally slapped myself, crawling a little bit forwards to try and figure out where exactly he was.Â
“Just making sure you don’t fall.” And instead of fear or anything of the sort a normal borrower would feel in this situation, I couldn’t bite my tongue back.Â
“If you hadn’t scared me, I wouldn’t have fallen off in the first place.” I crossed my arms and stood up. While I might have defended myself, I don’t think this was a good impression to leave with him. He was probably frustrated and wanted nothing more than to throw me in a jar and lock me in a cabinet so I couldn’t escape. Then again, it’s not like I’d be able to escape if he did anything to me.Â
My stomach dropped when he took a step forward. The realization of my words had finally hit. Was he actually annoyed with me? I shuddered and pressed my back up against whatever cardboard wall was behind me.Â
“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to be in my room, was I? Maybe leave a sign next time?” He was laughing. Laughing? What did he expect me to write? It’s not I can see!
The awkward silence stretched on between us. He continued to tap lightly on the counter, either to tell me that he was still there or he was doing it out of habit. I was willing to bet it was a mix of the two.Â
“You never told me your name.” I could hear the smile on his face start to form. My name? He wanted to know my name? Was there any point in it? It’s not like we’d be around each other enough to use them.Â
“Why?”Â
“It’d be nice to know the name of the person I’ve been helping out.” Helping. I scoffed. I didn’t need his help. Whatever he thought was “help,” wasn’t. Just because he left food for me didn’t mean anything. I could’ve easily done that myself if he hadn’t helped. I would learn because I needed to. Admittedly enough, it was nice of him to leave food out. Not that he was helping since I still went out to find where he put it every day.Â
“I don’t need your help.” And once again, my voice sounded scared rather than angry. Because of course it did.Â
“Okay, okay,” I could hear him roll his eyes, “My name’s Colton if you cared to know.”Â
Actually, I did. Would I let him know that? Absolutely not. And even if I was skeptical, it was only the right thing to give him mine.
“Erik.” My own name felt weird coming from my voice.Â
“Nice to finally meet you then.” The tapping along the counter stopped. Well, now that we had an actual introduction, it’d be nice to get back home and lie down in bed. Until I found something to do that didn’t require the use of my eyes. Which was nearly nothing. Right.Â
Now I just had to ask how to get back to the outlet because whatever cardboard wall was in front of me was really throwing me off. How did I even end up here?Â
“Could you tell me where the outlet is?” My voice was quieter, but at least it didn’t come out so alarmed. Talking with a human wasn’t actually that bad.Â
“Sure. Turn around and walk straight. I'll let you know when to stop.” Was it weird to say Colton sounded sad?
I did as asked, trailing my hand along the cardboard to help me out a little and kept walking when the wall was finally over.
“Stop. Turn a little to your left and just keep walking straight. It’s in front of you.” I nodded my head and walked forward. At some point along the way, I nearly tripped over something and ignored the way he hid his laugh before I finally ran into the outlet. Thanks for the warning. I lifted the broken outlet to the side and started to climb in, one leg already draped over the edge before he stopped me.Â
“Hey uh, I know you’ll probably say no, but did you want to watch a movie or something? If you’re not busy.” I couldn’t tell if I was laughing because of the question or out of shock for the question. Maybe a bit of both.Â
“I can’t watch anything.” If I were to guess, he mentally slapped himself. What was I thinking? He’s a human! It’d be one thing to talk to him, but another to willingly “hang out.”Â
The thought of not being alone for once sounded nice though. Could we be friends? At least then talking would be a little easier. Maybe it wouldn’t be as scary going around the house? Could it actually be possible for me to get used to any of this?Â
Of course not.Â
“You know what I mean,” He playfully argued and started tapping on the counter again, “Then what do you usually do?” I paused, biting the side of my cheek. Why was I so nervous? It was a simple question. Though the answer wasn’t something I had realized was a bad one.Â
What have I been doing with my life?Â
“Sleep.” The silence between us sounded like he was shocked. What else was there for me to do anyway besides occasionally eavesdrop on conversations? I hadn’t really thought about it before. A regular borrower would pass the time sewing up new clothes or even have hobbies like drawing. None of which I could do. Maybe if I still had my vision, none of this would’ve happened. This impairment has ruined me.Â
“That’s it? Nothing else?” His voice sounded closer, and was that a hint of sadness laced in it? That’s not what I was focused on though. Was he that stupid or just oblivious to my situation?Â
“I’m blind. There’s nothing much I can do,” I crossed my arms, sighing, “I… listen to the TV sometimes.” Any chance I had, I’d hurry through the walls to get closer to the living room and listen to what the people were saying and doing. It was hard to picture because of the lack of subtext, but honestly, as my only form of entertainment, I’d take what I could get. It beats sleeping the boredom off.Â
Colton didn’t reply right away which automatically made me assume that he was freaked out that I was the one stalking him. I could easily argue that he’s been doing the same with me except he could actually watch how idiotic I must’ve looked.Â
“If you want, you can leave then. I’ll keep the TV on.” And I had no idea why guilt built up in the pit of my stomach. It was alright to leave. He even said so. So why did it seem wrong for me to? I appreciate what he was doing, and I probably will listen to whatever he puts on, but why? Why accommodate just for me? It still made no sense in my head.Â
And it felt like I had an obligation to repay him.Â
I groaned to myself, struggling to pull my leg over the outlet wall and walk outwards. This was such a dumb decision.
“Okay. But on the floor. Preferably by something I can hide under in case you try something.” I pointed up at him. I could feel my heart beating fast. It felt almost sickening to think about all the things he could do, but somehow it also felt like he’d never do any of them.Â
“Deal. And I don’t plan on trying anything on you. If it makes you feel better.” I could practically hear the smirk on his face. He was much too happy about this.
“Hands in front of you.” All of a sudden, my ears started ringing. My heart was beating much faster than before. Right. He’d have to carry me there. Great.Â
Despite my best efforts and years of instincts telling me to run away at even the slightest noise he made, I still managed to ignore every single one of them. One step forward. Another and another. My hand slowly started reaching out, and when my fingers finally brushed against skin, a shiver ran down my spine. And I had to ignore the feeling because the guilt would end up eating me in the end.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
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I guess this can also count as day 30?
Sorry this isn't as good as the other one but hey this wasn't what I wanted to write with these two </3 I’ll rush to finish the other prompts as well as some others that I’ve been asked to write. Thank you for your patience ❤️
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okay so I had writing to post for the first day of g/t July. Sadly, editing is a pain in my butt right now. Editing has always been a pain and that’s why I haven’t posted 💔
I am NOT giving up (mainly because there’s something I absolutely want to post because I think it’s so epic and cool- you’ll see why when it’s the actual day) so I’ll lock in tonight and just straight up edit because THE PEER PRESSURE WORKED, OKAY. So anyway, I’ll probably edit just to catch up with the days since I’m already behind and it’s making me sad 💔
I love scenarios where the giant has to earn a tiny’s trust, those are fantastic.
I also love scenarios where a tiny is forced to trust a giant because there’s either a threat that’s far more dangerous than the giant, or the tiny is simply more afraid of something else than they are of the giant.
The giant, who’d been hard at work trying to coax the tiny into their hands, now feels a scrambling of limbs as the tiny immediately climbs into their hands without a second thought when that threat presents itself.
The giant, who might have originally celebrated such a moment, now finds themselves trying to comfort a still terrified tiny while protecting them from any threats, perceived or otherwise.
When the other threat is gone, is the tiny now less scared of the giant, who has just proven that they would protect the tiny? Or does their fear of the giant move right back in, leaving the giant holding a tiny that is terrified of them again?
It’s that time of year again, I have once again made an unofficial prompt list for g/t July 2026. Feel free to tag me if you use any prompts from this list starting July first!
Will you do another art raffle in the future? I sadly didn't have the time to submit anything qwq
I might! It just depends because I’m currently doing a LOT of things (not just writing sadly) But, I’ll make another one once everything clears out (maybe sometime later this month??) so don’t worry! I’m glad that you were thinking about another raffle though ❤️
