Oh boi a gift art- I really thought this big guy’s design was really interesting and gosh darn I have a soft spot for more elegant giants who know how to do taxes. Anyways here’s
Gifre and I totes promotes this roleplayer!
btw if you’re wondering the size difference between my muse and their muse-
“What?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t want ya to be on the fightin’ ground. I wanted to know if ya were okay?”
“Eh?”
The confused look on his face rose an eyebrow as he hugged himself a bit. Never moving from his position as he shook. “You are actually asking if I’m okay? Of course not… I didn’t think you guys even care what I feel.”
The Scout left the room in a frenzy, and the Sniper sighed in relief. She sat the healer down on the table, and kneeled down so she was on her knees and only had her eyes visible. She was intrigued.
“aah..” He silently yelped when she sat in front of him. Wondering what the heck she wanted from him. Patches moved backwards a bit but knew he couldn’t find a safe way off the table. “F-fine i’ll be your pocket healer for this round just…please don’t hurt me.”
“That’s correct. It’s very nice to meet you, Patches. If I may say so, that’s a rather adorable name.”
He watched as the other came a bit closer, considering something. “I have a request, if you wouldn’t be too terribly bothered… May I hold you? I’ve yet to get a good look at you.” He was a bit hesitant to ask, feeling as though the request may be even more intimidating that it was for a regular sized human.
They froze for a moment. Looking up and down the giant’s leg- seeing he’d get a neck cramp if he did try glancing at his face. Patches tweedled his thumbs thinking about it as he rubbed his foot on the ground.
“Normally i’d say no but… you seem nice enough just- please be careful.”
The Sniper could barely hear it, but she did. Tarlae’s eyes softened, and she began to carefully as possible lower her hand to the desk–when scout burst in. Causing Tarlae to panic and cup her hands around the tiny healer and hide him behind her back.
“SCOUT YOU HORSE’S ASS GET OUT!!!”
Right before he could dart for freedom- he screamed out from being encased in fingers. Pushing against them like trying to pry a door open but then he heard another voice. Patches covered his mouth- scared he gave himself away. He didn’t want to be in a jar again.
Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!
(though off anon is fine too!)
- “Is there someone you hold dear?”
- “Don’t you feel any guilt?”
- “You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
- “Aren’t you happy?”
- “Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
- “You’re not alone.”
- “You’re awful.”
- “You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
- “Stop lying.”
- “Stop fighting.”
- “Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
- “He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
- “You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
- “You’re weak.”
- “You’re too proud.”
- “Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
- “That person is only holding you back.”
- “They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
- “You look bitter.”
- “You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
- “Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
- “You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
- “You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
You see this is a oc type of ask blog where people send in asks or rp with Patches! Patches is a tiny medic that’s an oc from Team Fortress 2. Though I also really like Giant/tiny stuff so this blog is basically something I thought of doing for a long time and decided to give it a go after seeing so many little merc blogs.
“Not in the slightest.”
He wasn’t kidding when he said he welcomed guests. He’d had many people come in and absolutely adored visitors. He was pretty social like that. He also wasn’t likely to treat him as less than human because of his size because he was very used to dealing with tiny people as everyone was tiny to him.
“I do apologize for any less than kind treatment you’ve received from people in the past.”
Now he was about to cry for an entirely different reason than being terrified. They’ve never felt so welcome in a long time and that they were really nice. Patches found it a bit calming and took some bravery he had and walked a bit closer to the friendly giant- but not too close where they couldn’t see him.
“Thank you…uh-Gifre was it?”
He adjusted is small glasses. “Humans tend to call me Patches.”
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