golden-gaze:

Finding Patches proved to be pretty easy. He’d essentially plowed a trail through the forest when he ran through it—giant boot prints, wet spots from fallen tears, trees bent to the side, and smaller plants like bushes and shrubs completely trampled.

Derian had ditched his car once he was far enough away from the original scene and was now blowing through the forest as a cloud of blue mist. Soon enough he got to the end of the trail and found the crying medic, at which point he came back together in his human form, the one Patches would recognize him in.

The sun was already starting to set at this point as he was curled up there for a very long time. It felt like ages before Patches actually heard sounds coming from the woods. One of his now giant eyes opened a tad to see Derian. Standing there. 

They screamed and sat up- still tearing up and his entire face was darkened. “w-why are you here!?”

golden-gaze:

At least Patches was behaving. He got a break from being looked at as Derian finished eating and got up from the table to clear it off.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get used to me. I’ve been pretty nice, you know. I could’ve just crushed you or let you starve. You should be grateful I’m taking care of you.”

“Ye-eah I should be..” 
Was he just agreeing at this point just so he wouldn’t hurt him or was he starting to actually believe that? It didn’t matter much to him as he was about to accept his fate. 

Then he felt a little tap from behind him. He didn’t bother to look- knowing it was Mothra on the edge of the table being incredibly sneaky. Out of sight but hanging there trying to get Patches to move. 

“
Snälla, gå ….” The doctor muttered under his breath.

golden-gaze:

After Patches ran off, Derian had a plethora of people, police officers and otherwise, asking him if he was alright. He put on an appropriate act–kind, relieved, but a little shaken up from the experience–as he assured them he was ok and that he had no idea why the giant had it out for him. The crowds were understanding of his desire to go home after his ‘traumatic’ experience and with Patches no longer in the middle of the street, traffic cleared up quickly.

As soon as he was in his car driving again and out of sight of the onlookers, his fake expression dropped. He actually ended up laughing as he thought about what had happened. He wasn’t really going home either. He was going to track down Patches.

You’re a monster

It kept ringing in his head as he ran as fast as he possibly could- trying to avoid damage that couldn’t help cause by crushing lots of wildlife. Tears rolled down his face and splashed onto the ground. He didn’t know it but he was causing a trail that could possibly find him.

When he couldn’t hear the sirens blaring any longer he collapsed onto the ground in a fetal position. Exhausted and devastated. He was all alone like before and didn’t even see his moth with him. Realizing what he just did no one would want to be around him now.

politescoutrussell:

Russell carefully caught each one in his hand as they were dropped. He was glad he had told Patches to save some for himself. It was last longer for the Medic.

He smiled back then and nodded.

“Thank you, Patches, that’s real good of you,” he said then, “I really hope you enjoy your share too.”

“Oh-oh it’s nothing really! I mean you deserve some of my share anyways.” 
The doctor slunked the bag onto his back and stared at the ground a little bit- kicking his foot about in the ground. “Not a lot of people treat me like that and… I appreciate it. “ He grinned before his eyes widened. “Oh-oh! You should probably get going before my team mates find you! Thank you Russell and Misty!” He tried to do his biggest wave.

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

blue-haired-tales:

She shook her head at the offer. Not that she didn’t believe that he could, completely the opposite in fact. But she didn’t want her new companion to get into any sort of scrapes on her watch.

“I should be fine, thank you. Just make yourself comfortable! Can I get you anything?”

“Get me anything? Uhh…uhm.” 
The usual amber tint on his cheeks flushed more as he scratched the back of his head out of embarrassment. They shook his head. “I don’t have money…at all. So I would never be able to afford anything you have….sorry.” He head his head down in shame.

golden-gaze:

He continued to watch him while he ate, golden-brown eyes following every move, every nervous adjustment. It was kind of unnerving the way he just watched him without a word. Who knew what he was thinking. Probably nothing good.

There were a few things he needed to figure out, such as where to keep his new ‘pet’ while he was at work. Could he really trust Patches with free reign of the apartment?

Another thing he couldn’t stand; complete eye contact. Eyes always have freaked him out and it really got worse knowing who owned them. Patches stared back a bit- visibly sweating from his forehead before looking away. Scooting even farther from them to where he was almost at the edge of the table- not too close from last time though.  He was worried what would happen if he tried to run again. 

golden-gaze:

It took everything in him not to grin when he saw Patches’ resolve break from the shame and guilt overtaking him. People’s emotions could be so easy to manipulate.

“You’re a monster, Patches. You’re no different than I was. You’re just going to bully someone smaller than you, someone who can’t fight back or defend themselves.”

Being as sensitive as he was, Patches took all of it to heart as he was actually listening to him. Though his gaze was still at the crowd taking pictures of him and now- yelling at them. Tears formed up in his eyes as he bit his lower lip. 

Right when police car sirens were blaring Patches immediately placed Derian down gently on top of his car.  “S-sorry…” He Whimpered as he stood back up and started to run into the forest beside them. Loudly crying.

lgbt-aesthetics:

i know this isnt aesthetics but THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT!

i got an email from my mother (who is bi and proud) about this. australians will have 14 days to register to vote in the same-sex marriage postal vote. this means everyone needs to get on the electoral roll or check their enrolment is correct ASAP! students like myself are particularly likely to not be enrolled or have incorrect details on the electoral roll.

so if you are australian and you are over 18, please dear god, make sure you are on the electoral roll! if you are already enrolled, make sure your details are correct and up to date!

even if you arent australian, i would REALLY appreciate if you spread this!

im australian and i cannot marry my current partner without same-sex marriage being legal. i know without a doubt there are many other australians who are also unable to marry their partners too.

Date: 10/08/2017

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Run For Cover!

zhemedic:

The little medic came through like a breeze. Perhaps being small can have their advantages, not that he had witnessed such a dire situation. Sometimes he dislikes being tall as for he gets easily spotted by the opposing enemy or can’t hide in tight spaces. 

The little man spoke but it sounded so high pitched, at least to his hearing. Perhaps it sounded normal at their viewpoint, but with the big size difference, it can change one’s perception. And with the chaotic battle in the background only made it worse.

Alfons knelt down to stoop down to their level at least to try to hear them out, “was? You are..? How old..?” he said loud and clear.

As the other got closer and started to stoop down to him he suddenly felt a clump in his throat. The small doctor backed up a little bit out of pure nervousness as shadows looming over him never went too well for him. 

“I-I-I said I’m a fully grown ma- AAH!” 

Right in the middle of that sentence a sniper bullet whizzed near them and he yelped out- falling onto the ground with his hands covering his head as he was on his knees.

golden-gaze:

He stared down at the ground when Patches stood up. Being that far off the ground with nothing solid under your feet just made alarm bells go off in your brain. And he didn’t even have a problem with heights normally.

Glancing around, he saw the news vans and figured he’d at least look like the victim here. He made sure to speak up so everyone else could hear him. “I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” He then spoke again, but this time at a volume just for Patches. “I thought you were a better person than that.” And there’s the guilt tripping.

“I’m not going to hurt you!! I’m going to … teach.. you… a..” 
His yelling commotion did attract so many cameras, lights, screaming and… judgement. Patches as frozen with his eyes dilated on the crowd as he shook again. Still holding onto Derian by the jacket as he realized he was becoming what he was horrified of in the first place. 

“l-lesson…….”