guestsinhisworld:

When Host woke up the first thing he noticed was the absence of the feeling of Patches around him, almost like he’d dreamt the whole thing. But the fact that his bed was still huge served to indicate that he hadn’t, though he found it hard to believe the enormous medic had been able to get up without him noticing.

“Feeling the area, the Host realized that Patches hadn’t left, but was still in the bed somewhere, returned to his normal size. The Host began to look for him in the expansive sheets,” he narrated.

Getting to his knees, he began to move around while running his hands over the sheets, trying to find his friend without crushing him. This would prove to be quite a task unless he could get him to wake up and say something. “Patches?”

As it seemed, one of his hands may have felt over a small curled up bump in the bed. Which triggered a small but noticeable squeak from it. It shifted a bit as it slowly started moving.

Waking up took up a lot of effort as he is a very hard sleeper. It was why finding a safe place to sleep as essential to him. At first he felt his hand around the front of him to see if Host was still there, however after a few frantic movements Patches opened his eyes in shock when he realized that large sheets were over his head. In his tired state he was wondering what just happened but got his answer when he felt someone brush up on him through the sheet. He yelped and sat up! Hearing the Hosts voice above and realized what happened. 

“Host!!! I’m back to normal!!” He cheered though he was pushing the bedsheet above- trying to get out.

Normally wouldn’t do this…

bigmountaincat:

But ANYONE reblogging stuff from other artists needs to credit, link to, and/or otherwise promote that artist. It’s why I tag every reblog with the original artist. If you have trouble doing this, then don’t reblog it. If you spread someone’s art without their permission and without crediting them, then you are an art thief.

If you spread someone’s art without their permission and without crediting them, then you are an art thief.

If I see anyone doing this, I will ask you politely and privately first to stop. If you continue, I WILL make sure the community knows that you are an art thief. The g/t community is very closely knit, and word spreads quickly. So take this as a blanket warning to everyone.

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

icangiveyouanything:

How he met the Host was a long story and probably not one he was going to get into, at least not in an honest manner.

“I can do many things, especially here.” Raising his other hand, he snapped his fingers. Suddenly their environment changed from empty darkness to a full forest, though much like Dark himself, it was all grey except for the red and blue outlines.

The distortion of color made him jitter. As he suddenly couldn’t make out the forest around them correctly. It made the experience much more unsettling and actually had the idea that this was all probably a dream. It surely felt that way as none of this was close to normal. Patches squirmed uncomfortable in this man’s palm.

The small doctor pinched himself and squeaked with a high pitch- trying to force himself to wake up but as it stands…

He was already awake. 

guestsinhisworld:

It was hard to miss the way everything shifted when Patches climbed onto the bed. It was lucky Host didn’t go rolling into him thanks to the impression he made in the bed.

Sadly, the medic’s eyes would go unappreciated, but what wouldn’t was the warmth he was giving off and the feeling of security from being surrounded by him.

Although it was hard to tell, Host fell asleep fairly quickly, his sleep debt finally catching up with him. Probably what would give away that he’d fallen asleep was the lack of response to the thanks.

From the quietness from the Host- the doctor quietly chuckled a little before resting his head on the soft pillow and soon after drifted off with his face in the soft embrace of the head rest. Feeling calm for the longest of times.

However during the night something peculiar happened to him. It was gradual but he was losing inches…and soon enough entire feet as his body shrunk back down to his normal height. He didn’t notice at all in his sleep but his weight had a drastic change on the mattress pressure and it would be a much colder as the body heat wasn’t noticeable at all. 

The small doctor was as unmoving as a rock and that the room now made him look like he was only a centimeter tall. 

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

icangiveyouanything:

“You said you were a friend of the Host’s. Any friend of the Host’s is a friend of mine.” More like any friend of the Host’s was good leverage to use against him. The writer was powerful and stubborn. Anything he could use to control him was useful.

“You seem tired from all that… running around. You should rest.” Patches was suddenly teleported into Dark’s hand.

Patches squealed as he was suddenly in this weirdo’s palm. Now he was frightened for his life more so. How did he even know Host in the first place? Sure he vaguely looked like him but nothing else stood out to help patches find out how he knows about him. 

Right now however he as struggling a bit. “H-how did you do that!?”

guestsinhisworld:

Sharing a bed was far from a usual occurrence for Host too. You must be pretty special, Patches, for him to even consider that. He wasn’t sure exactly where Patches had laid him, but he felt his way closer to the edge of the bed to make sure the currently giant medic had room before lying back down. His own shoes were still on but he didn’t seems like he could be bothered to care at the moment.

As Patches removed his boots, gloves and coat as they would be very uncomfortable to sleep with, he was impressed by the fact host would trust Patches in sleeping next to him. Not intentionally trying to hurt him no, but was worried if he’d move in his sleep. Patches set his stuff on the end table and slowly moved on the bed near the host. Trying to be very cautious as the bed creeked. 
They managed to lay their body next to the wall and gave Host more than enough space. Their legs did fall off the bed a bit so he had to curl them in so Host was more or less surrounded by Patches like a wall. Though before laying down his eyes widened. “Oh! Almost forgot.” He then pulled his round glasses off to reveal his soft doe like eyes that were a light blue color.

He folded up his glasses and set them to the side. “Hey uh…thank you for letting me stay here Host. I don’t think I could ever repay you for what you’ve done.”

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

icangiveyouanything:

“Forgive me, I believe I’ve already introduced myself. My name is Dark and this is my dimension. Is my home not pleasing to you? I thought I was being very generous, inviting you, a near stranger, here.” He tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows at Patches.

Well asking who he was more like asking what he was. But now it seemed like he got himself kidnapped again. As if that was anything new to him. Being as he should probably try to be polite. Maybe he could convince the all powerful being to let him leave.

“I…I mean- it’s not b-boring that’s for sure but… I don’t know you. Why take me to your…..house?”