I am finally moved into my new house with my family and have settled for almost 2 full weeks come this Tuesday! It has been SOOO tiresome to get our house and things unpacked and organized despite the various issues and set backs with things not being delivered in time as well as having multiple different people fix portions of the house and such.
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Anyway!! I am gonna get back on track with my commisions this week and hopefully have some slots open soon cos I need to earn money to help pay for my cat to be looked after when I go to Florida with my family at the end of the month. My dad has a 4 day training out there. Wanting to try and earn money to spend to while out there cos we might go to a theme park :D
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As for my fanfics! I have yet to unpack my laptop that'll help me type faster and keep track easier
I still have like 4-5 boxes of my collectibles and a few blankets keeping em from breaking and such. So I need to buy a bookshelf too 😵💫
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Other art posts and such will be returning soon ^^! Thanks guys for your patience and support <3!
HIHI UM- I've been reading a bunch of your posts and they are so freaking adorable. Has me kicking my feet ehehe. Giant Caine is one of my favs :>!
I saw marvel in your fandoms list 👀! Could you potentially write headcanons or a short story about giant doctor strange? Finding a hurt tiny on a mission perhaps? (Big kinnie of him~ I love him sm. He is such a girl dad)
Or if not doctor strange, could you write headcanons of giant kinger interacting with a new tiny member of the circus?
Tysm ah! 💜💜
Hello! It took a bit and I’m a little rusty on MCU lore but I hope you enjoy this fic!
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TWs ~ minor description of injury, mention of blood, accidental fear, depictions of trauma? Borrowers being terrified of humans
Word Count ~ 1.5k
Dr. Strange can never have a relaxing day. While looking over the general area of a fight he’s not needed in, he finds a borrower.
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The constant thrum of life in New York City was calming after the many years he’d spent living in the center of it all. The streets were never empty, the sidewalks never clean, and the people were never silent.
This had been Stephen Strange’s memories of the city, all the way up until about a year ago.
It seemed immediately after gaining the title of a sorcerer, the world–or at least New York–was in constant danger of crumbling.
He did not appreciate the amount of creatures, people, and aliens that didn’t care in the slightest about his want for a relaxing weekend, just one time.
Right on time, he heard the telltale sound of chaos incarnate from whatever decided to make the city its playground for the afternoon. The crunching of concrete and screeching of metal rang loud in his ears. It did not make him flinch anymore, only narrowing his eyes in a grimace.
For a moment, the sorcerer stood in the Sanctum Sanctorum. Looking out of the circular window on the second floor, Doctor Strange debated whether it would be worth his time to see the mess.
With the amount of heroes present in the city, there was bound to be at least one dealing with the issue.
Still, the job of a sorcerer was never truly done, much to his dismay. That, along with the fact that the noise of destruction would bug his peace and quiet, anyway. He might as well get this taken care of sooner.
With a disappointed sigh, he floated down the large steps of the foyer, and flicked his wrist to open the double doors without contact. His cape dramatically bellowed in the wind as he elevated to a higher vantage point, looking for the signs of a fight. Part of the doctor thought it looked admittedly cool, the other–much more cynical–part of him was annoyed that his cape never listened when he said to tone it down.
In the corner of his eye, he spotted movement and turned to view it.
There, among broken down buildings, was a mediocre fight going on between Spider-Man and some small group of criminals in what looked to be an armored vehicle of some kind.
“Hey, Doctor Strange! I-uh- I think I got these guys. It’s so cool to see you, though.” The young hero shouted up at him mid-fight.
For once, the kid seemed to be right; the fight looked to be finishing up. There didn’t seem to be a need for his magic in the fight. Plus, it was good for Peter to not rely on him just because he was in the area.
“Good. Did you see people evacuate these buildings?”
“There were a bunch of people running out, so–I think so. I don’t know for sure!”
Well, at least he didn’t come all the way out here for no reason. Doing the safety check for injured civilians was always an important part of the job in this line of work.
So, the tired man started a spell while still about 20 feet in the air to avoid the fighting below. A simple location spell to detect any human signatures within the radius of the destruction.
It was only about five buildings, apartments and a small store. He knew to expect five signatures, one for himself and four for the fight under him. Anything more would alert him to the general area of the civilians still around.
As the fiery orange rings circled him, he became aware of himself and everyone else on a soul level. Just as expected, there were five presences. No one else seemed to be in the area that he could sense.
Still, despite knowing magic was never wrong, he floated around a bit. He was raised as any other person. Of course, he’d still have the urge to look around.
As he did, something made him stop. Another sense. A very faint one. It hadn’t been easy to pick it up but there was definitely something. He felt it in a nearby building, near an upper level apartment that had taken some damage.
Silently, he moved closer to the window of the building. This had never happened before, even if injured or dying, the soul senses were always the same. Having one so faint made him genuinely worried something odd was going on.
Going through the frame of broken glass, he landed on the floor of the apartment, boots crunching with shards despite his best effort to land slowly. The doctor let his magic guide him to the source.
For some reason, the sensation was coming from inside the wall. What he had originally thought was inside the building was quite literally inside the building. Though, physical barriers were extremely easy to get through since he started practicing magic.
Strange pushed forward, his hands subconsciously flicking a small glowing circle against the wall, making an opening right in front of where he felt the oddity.
As the spiraling mana expanded, he got his answer in the form of a small gasp and wide, terrified eyes.
In having access to almost all knowledge, worldly or otherwise, shock was not a fair description for his discovery. He knew that borrowers were said to exist in his universe. He had mainly skimmed the pages known of them because they seemed to be of little importance to the supernatural. If anything, he recalled he had admired how long they’d remained out of the public eye, despite their close location.
No, this was more of a surprise to him. Knowing about them was one thing, but he had never seen one in person before. This one looked worse for wear.
The poor thing was sitting against the opposite inner structure of the wall from his portal, their eyes unblinking, limbs trembling. He spotted blood on the cloth near their side. It seemed the chaos outside had affected the inner walls enough to get them injured, likely from a fall or poorly placed object.
“Hello there. You seemed to have picked an inconvenient spot today.” His tone was blunt, unsure of how to approach this situation.
At the sound of his voice, they flinched. He expected that, though it still stung.
“Look, I can get you away from this, but you have to trust me for a moment. Can you do that?” After waiting a few more seconds without them so much as breathing, he sighed, “Or you can stay here, though I doubt our criminal friends out there will watch where they’re driving.”
That got their attention. It made the borrower frantically shake their head at the thought of staying any longer. The injuries they were sporting would likely cause issues in evacuating on their own.
“Great. Glad we’re on the same page.”
Though, even though the small one had agreed to it, they still covered their head with their arms as his hand reached for their tiny body. It made the sorcerer pause and reconsider his blunt approach.
“Ah. Right. Don’t worry, I used to have anxiety about my hands before as well. Granted, it wasn’t in the same context, but I can understand where you’re coming from.” His voice was quiet, intent on easing the clear fear to a manageable level.
The battle on the street below got a bit too close to their location, causing a sudden shake of the surroundings. A not-so-subtle reminder of their need to get out of there.
Doctor Strange made a few movements with his hands, weaving and inspecting a glowing orange line of summoned magic before rolling it into a small hollow bowl about the size of an apple. It descended slowly toward the borrower in the wall.
“Get in this. That way, I can carry you out of here with no need to use my hands.” The clear explanation seemed to be enough to get them to comply, wincing as they scrambled into the physical magic.
It levitated closer to him and he summoned a portal back to the Sanctum Sanctorum.
Once back in his home, he had the bowl land on a nearby table and dissipate, leaving the borrower shakily standing there.
“Can I heal you? I won't touch, but I need to get closer.”
When they slowly lifted the side of their shirt, showing a deep-looking gash, he winced almost unnoticeably. It wasn’t like he, a medical professional, hadn’t seen an injury before. It was more so that the injury was on someone so small, who had no say in any of that situation.
Strange hovered his hands a few inches from their body on both sides, pooling a small amount of spirit magic into healing their physical body.
Once it was done, he looked down at them to ensure the wound was gone.
However, as he went to move his hands away from them, the small creature moved to the side. Before he could react, they hugged the closest finger to them. He did not move his hand an inch.
The tiny one was still shaking like a leaf, clearly scared as ever, but the show of gratitude made it clear to him that they were trying to meet him halfway in this unfortunate situation.
As of now, the Borrower had nowhere else to go, but that could be dealt with after this moment. The man let the hug stay as long as they needed to stop trembling, and a short time after that, as well. He was already far too attached at this very moment.
My asks are always open for any fandom / non-fandom based G/t oneshot requests, headcanons, or thoughts! :)
got absolutely no sleep last night. Currently running on 6 hours from the past 48 hours.
My brain decided to be too active, my body couldn't relax, my meds not working. So what'd I do?
I wrote fanfiction. OH, NOT JUST ANY FANFIC.
JOHNLOCK BAYBE. G!T JOHNLOCK IN THE BIG YEAR 2026
I will be posting it to my wattpad cos that acc needs a refresh badly.
But you'll catch it here first >:)
Idk why but I actually wrote 2 ideas but finished only one draft.
Draft teaser below the pic!
(REMINDER- THIS IS A DRAFT. ITS CRINGEY. I AM BUTT TIRED AND HAVENT ATTEMPTED ANY WRITING FOR LIKE 2 YEARS ATP LMAO)
Minor C.W: John facing his fear of being too close to Sherlock. So he decides to get up close with Sherlock's pearly teefs to try and combat the nightmares. After all, how else do you get over a fear? Facing it head on of course! (there is no actual vore or anything like that! Just john trying to get over a fear)
fluffy/angsty content
~Getting over your fear with your giant husband~
Sherlock had discovered a borrower by the name of John Watson in his flat shortly after moving in. They've been living comfortably (arguably) in each other's (known) presence for 3 ish months. Despite growing closer with each interaction, John hasn't been able to get over his biggest fear. Physical touch (and getting eaten or experimented on). Sherlock has never once harmed or had any thoughts to cause harm to John. Sherlock may be a crazed wanna be scientist on the side, but that dissappears completely when he's around John. He has tried his best to reassure John that he'd never cross a boundary. Sherlock has only physically touched John about 3 times. Not on purpose anyway.
Poor John is tortured nightly with the same reoccurring dream. Dying at the hands of his only friend in the most sadistic of ways. Cannibalism to put it bluntly. He's had quite enough frankly and Sherlock is catching onto his growing exhaustion. Though when questioned, John always has an excuse on hand. His lies are running out of being believable and John's heart and mind can't take repressing it much longer. So he gains an kinceof courage to have the difficult conversation with the curly haired giant.
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Sherlock is busy playing his violin until John finally gets his attention (consisting of flinging coins and whatever small objects he can at sher). FINALLY Sherlock noticed his tiny friend.
He sets up a little brunch with tea and various favorite snacks. They both get cozy. Though slightly annoyed, Sherlock settles and focuses his full attention on John.
"So- what was so massively important that you needed to stop my violin practice? I was thinking you know."
The conversation starts slow and warm. Just simple banter about cases and such. Sherlock can read and sense that something is wrong. John can't seem to sit still, avoiding eye contact and is obviously anxious and scared about something.
"John...?" He snaps his fingers a few times above his head
John hesitates about bringing it up at all. It seems stupid and silly to be scared of his best friend. He's snapped back to the present by Sherl's voice
"John, is there something wrong? You've got sweat streaks practically waterfalling down your forehead. I can sense your nervousness. Your hands tremble everytime you lift your cup. Your sips are slower than usual, pupils dilated and you've not touched your favorite biscuit I got you."
John hesitates but shrugs it off-
"You know you can tell me anything~." He replies softly, full of reassurance
John gives in after a couple minutes of silence and the crushing weight of Sherlocks gaze. Sherlock had been eyeing him up and down, his brain calculating and attempting to solve his small friend's personal "case."
John took a long breath in and out. Mentally preparing whatever he had written in his mind. Reading the teleprompter in his brain, he stuttered a word out before clearing his throat and attempting again. His mouth bone dry
"Look. This is going to sound stupid. Ridiculous even. It's probably not worth bringing up honestly but I didn't want to interrupt your "session" for nothing. Just, please hear me out?"
Sherlock takes a sip and nods. Allowing John to proceed
"I guess- Why. Why haven't you like- eaten me? Or hurt me or experimented on me? I mean, isn't that what you do? Isn't that what humans do? As a borrower, it's nailed into our heads to NEVER trust a human. Never be seen by them lest we end up as a pet, a lousy meal, experimentation or worse. I've disobeyed the order that keeps beings like me safe and I'm being tortured for it."
Sherlock is emotionless and deathly still. John sighs
"I told you this was just stupid to discuss. I'm sorry. I don't mean to compare you to the humans who hurt my kind. I should know for bloody sake! You're different than them. In more ways than one."
Sherlock attempts to speak but John continues his thoughts. John shuffles his feet uncomfortably, feeling under pressure from Sherlock's hard gaze. Something he wasn't usually bothered by
"I've been having these awful nightmares for years without fail. I've lost countless hours of rest and relaxation I desperately need. I die in every single one without fail. It's the same death, over and over. My mind gives me the courtesy to wake up before I meet my dreadful end."
He pauses once more but adds rather quietly
"It's not fair that my brain has now decided to make you the 'deliverer of my demise' in them."
The word tasted like bitter poison as it left his mouth. Sherlock stiffend slightly at the comment but relaxed his shoulders. He knew John didn't mean any harm by it and cruel tricks of the mind were to blame.
John had this crazy idea on the back burner for a while but decided to let it out. He was in a safe environment with the only friend he had. His face burned with a mixture of fear and embaressment as he brought up the potential "up close and personal" solution to his nightmares.
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Yea it's a bit cringe shuttuppp. This a cliffhanger of the rough draft. It'll hopefully be better when it's ready to be published LOL
If you guys are genuinely interested though, I would love to share this and write more in the future! Including different fandoms I'm in so it won't just be Sherlock 👀! Let me know your thoughts!
I kinda just wanna post it to be enjoyed and not sending it to be hit by a brick wall ifykwim. The struggles of being a small account.
Sappy post ahead- Sean if you see this, I have a brief question for you at the end of the post!
bit of a T.W for brief mention of self h*rm, eating disorder and discription of an accident involving my dad falling off a ladder. Read with caution!
I was notified on valentine's day that it's the 2 year anniversary of my PMA tattoo! (I know I'm late- shush.)
This was my very first tattoo and I had been wanting this for a good couple of years. So yes a lot of thought went behind it until I was finally old enough and had money to get it!
If you don't know, PMA stands for Positive Mental Attitude. A beautiful motto I live by that came from the brilliant mind of @therealjacksepticeye
Now I had been a very avid fan of Sean's for years. Most of the time I watched him late at night as to hide it from my very religiously strict parents at the time. I found myself watching him to the very early hours of nights that I was able to. yes even school nights.
Then there was the time I was forced to stop watching him. (whoop fun police caught me). I went on to miss almost 2 ish years of content. Only seeing clips of him posted online.
I was reintroduced to him during 2019-early 2020. I had been suffering from a traumatic event that rocked me the end of 2018. To keep the story short, my dad had fallen about 15 feet off a ladder, head first in our concrete floored garage while attempting to out Christmas decorations away- alone. I was the first to find him after hearing the crash about a solid minute after. The image of him seizing on the ground burned into my mind. In retrospect, it doesn't seem all that life altering- but for a newly 16 year old? Man, that's not a pretty sight!
Throughout 2019 I had developed serious depression, PTSD and increasing intensity of anxiety. The next few years of my dad's recovery and having to adapt to a whole new individual as my father was hard. Really hard. My dad had what's known as a TBI- a traumatic brain injury. So his recivery was tedious, scary and so so difficult. Trying to connect with a stranger posed as my dad is something I don't wish on anyone. He had turned abusive. Almost like a handsy hot rodded toddler stuck in a grown mans body.
I finally returned to school after being absent a long while- I found a video of Sean's on my FYP. I believe it was an among us video?
I had a greenhouse class and we spent the entire hour making labels for our growing plants at the time. I remember putting on the video and laughing my ASS off through it. I was so so happy. An emotion I hadn't felt in so long. I was no longer under heavy watch of my parents (whoo perks of being 16!) Mostly due to the traumatic event and the long lasting affects of recovery for it.
I became the avid watcher I once was ever since. I struggled with self harm and developed an eating disorder after the inability to deal with my sproutings of declining mental health in a healthy manner.
I learned about the introduction of PMA on Sean's channel when rewatching old content. I guess something I didn't notice as a younger viewer or completely missed (my timeline of events and being a viewer is very hard to place correctly).
I had been wanting a tattoo for a year or so at that point and had a few ideas in mind of what my first would be. Can't recall my exact age at the time. My memory is so shot A H.
But flash foreward to whatever time it was when I decided to have PMA as my first tattoo and going on my arm that I struggled with infliction with the most. I decided to put it there as a reminder but also as a deterrent to help myself reach my goal of becoming S.H clean.
So! Me and a close friend found a small tattoo artist run shop and picked a day they accepted walk-ins. I had decided a week or so prior to design the tattoo. I was a bit nervous cos I didn't know how big or glamorous I wanted it. Also afraid of my religious parents reaction. (For reference, I am religious as well but not the stricter type like older gens are)
But the idea hit, let's just get it in Sean's handwriting! Not only is it just elegant and simple, and likely to hurt less, but it just had a touch more meaning to it for me.
So comes the day I got it! It didn't hurt and I'm left with a beautiful reminder to live by.
The stars are new additions as of last year! They are actually drawn by one of Sean's Editor's, trey!
The stars! I thought about getting them as I swirled around the thought of adding something to the oma tat. So I thought of the song lyric "you drew stars around my scars".
I've been now trying to collect hand drawn stars by people who've helped me through my dark moments. Using the quote that the stars bandaged scars, new and old, I caused as an unhealthy way to get rid of the built up pain.
So now I've made it a goal to gather stars from those who've helped me and Sean is definitely high on that list.
I'll be making my left arm a sticker sleeve of stars drawn by friends and my found family with the additions of influencers that have helped me so so much.
So far I've got Trey's tattooed, and collected some from family/friends and Danny from the game grumps! but my main goal is to get some drawn by Sean himself.
But yea~ not sure how to end the post other than thanking Sean for his positive affect on my life. You mean the world to me bro!
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So Sean! If by some grace of heaven, you see this post, I'd love a star (or a few) drawn by you to add to my small "galaxy"! If you decide to want to be included, they can be drawn in any design and size that you want. That's what makes it unique to you! I just ask that it's able to be traceable for my future tattoo artist to trace over 💜
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If you made it to the end of the post, thank you truely for reading it and seeing a small peek into my life 💜
~ DJ 🌼
Photos of the tattoo below! Fresh - 2 years healed
I haven't seen iron lung. I prolly won't be able to until after February 24 ish range. Praying to the theatre gods that it's still showing by that time 😭🩸
Please- I want Markiplier to iron my lungs.
I'm also extremely broke due to this mf move and I can only pray someone will want an art piece from me so I can go see it a h
(if anyone knows how to block spoilers lmk please~)
Its not great but the g/t hyperfixation is coming back tenfold and I don't know what to do, perspective and hands are so difficult and thats basically 80% of g/t...
Are you interested in an ART TRADE? 👀 Can you draw humans/hybrids or furries? Want some cool art in return?
Well! I've got some art trade openings!
Please note! I'm not incredibly familiar with humans just yet! So if you're wanting a human/human like character or OC drawn, the best I can offer is a headshot, bust, or chibi! I just don't want to give back an art piece that isn't up to my standards!
I am well more versed in animals or animal like hybrids! I can draw furries or pets as well! :D
Not sure if I'm able to draw your character/oc/request? We can discuss through dms ^^!
What I'm looking for! I am wanting an art piece of doctor strange OR Sherlock Holmes (BBC version) drawn with either my borrower sona or my fursona DJ! The art can be flat or rendered/shaded! (Refs below).
(REF SHEETS DRAWN BY ME!)
For the art piece: mostly looking for a half body of strange or Sherlock with a fullbody of either of my OCs! (They both are small in comparison to Doc./Sherlock! Only reaching 4 inches in size! drawing them shouldn't be super difficult in terms of your typical "fullbody")
As far as ideas go, I'm not particularly picky! Just wanting Sherlock or strange to be holding the oc in some way (hugging, nose boops, platonic kiss etc!) Or for Sherlock, you can have the oc in his hair :D! Or if you've got even better or cuter ideas, I'm willing to hear them out! I want to be able to give you artistic liberty!
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Some terms:
I will be picky and looking for someone who is comfortable and confident as well as at least the same artistry level as me :3
- reason being, I'm wanting to gather an art piece or 2 to use as posters in my new future room!
My TAT is unknown at the moment just becos I'm in the middle of moving! My schedule is messy here n there! I'm also in the process of finishing 3 commisions. But it shouldn't take longer than a month or so!
Please no ai generated things at all!! I'm a human artist supporting other HUMAN artists!
Please don't feel bad if I decline! Like I said, I am a bit picky Dx!
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Interested? Hit me up in the dms! Here, Instagram, or discord works fine!
Insta: _.purples_crayon._
Disc: antiseptic_crayon
I have added some recent art examples below (just sketches as of now sorry 😭)
Elise is a very shy, anxious, artistic and rather clumsy borrower. She isn't very good at what she does considering she's mostly self taught. her parents absent, only having a few friends and an older brother to teach her their ways of living. To which she split off once she turned 18. She's very talented when it comes to making clothing and sewing!
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This is the sona I'll be using the most for any fanfics or roleplay in the GT community!
