guestsinhisworld:

“This is the Host’s personal library, yes. All of the books are his that he has collected over the years. And some he has written.” It wasn’t too hard to assume he was a writer looking at his desk. It was piled with books and papers, some scrawled on with no longer pristine hand writing and others typed in braille.

“OOooo- So you’re an author then?” Patches tilted his head as he smiled. Taking an interest into this. He never had a discussion like that in years. Oddly enough he was quickly becoming more calm around them. Maybe it was the pleasant atmosphere?  Never the less he still seemed a bit skittish like a cat as he passed by one of the host’s hands and was right below him and in front of the book. Though he was about to unbutton one of the large buttons on his coat he suddenly stopped in mid conversation. “What genre do you write i-..oh, is it okay if I take my jacket off?”

eldritchsales:

“…oh.” He sounded almost disappointed. 

The prospect of conquering a world where you were giant and everyone else was small sounded quite fun. Eh. Maybe he would eventually stumble on such a dimension later. “Well, now I must ask. Why are you so small and what are you doing in a place like this? Surely humans in this world don’t live in this kind of…disgusting condition.”

He waved to some of the dust that had settled around the room.

“This place has been abandoned for…quite sometime.” 
He tried his best to hold his composure- never had he met an alien and wasn’t ever planning to. They were even shaking to his boots as he tried to explain but he did start stuttering thanks to his nervousness and wide front teeth. “Ah- that’s…that’s a long story but! I was just…scavenging for supplies. I’m only a scientist not a political leader or…what ever you aliens probably want to talk to or…kill. I guess.”

eldritchsales:

Christ. When was the last time this place was cleaned? He walked over to a shelf and ran a finger across it, making a face at all the dust. This cannot be sanitary, though when dimension hopping, it wasn’t exactly uncommon for other dimensions to have different standards of living. 

Regardless, Black Hat paused when he heard something. A rodent maybe? A quick scan of the room revealed what looked to be a small human. Wait. What? A tendril shot out from Black Hat’s body, scooping up the human and bringing him up to eye level. “…fascinating.” He held out a hand and let the other drop only his palm. “Are all humans in this world your size?”

Cue tiny screaming. The thing grabbed him by the chest and loomed him over near the strange thing’s eyes. Have aliens finally come to Earth to kill them all? From his perspective it totally could be. Patches squirmed in the monster alien’s grasp- not sure if he should honor that question.  Patches huffed from hastiness when dropped into his palm. “N-n-no?! Of course not they’re huge like you!….sir.” He did a small smile out of fear. 

golden-gaze:

Derian just stood there grinning, arms crossed, and looking far more amused than he had any business being. “You were all dirty from being under the couch. I was just trying to help you get cleaned up~” As if anyone would believe that that was his motivation and not a desire to see Patches flailing about in a sink.

He highly doubted that assertion consisting what they did to him already. It was evident that Patches didn’t swim very often and was struggling to stay above water. The small man paddled to the edge of the sink and tried to climb out of it. However it was fruitless as he kept sliding down the sink and back into the water.

OC Outfit Doodle Asks

cuernosbeste:

abra-ka-dammit:

Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:

👀 OC in their typical underwear
💤 OC in their sleep attire
🔞 OC in something sexy
🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool
👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding)
☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral
👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party)
👑 OC dressed as royalty
🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home
💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date
❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear
🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween
🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater
🚓 OC in a prison uniform
🚲 OC in athletic gear 
🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal
❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day
🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day
👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle)
🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire
📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.)
👻 OC in a really bad disguise
📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup
🙎 OC in something embarrassing
👗 OC in something from the 50’s
💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire
💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes
🌁 OC in a hoodie
🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear
♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story)
🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit 
🏨 OC in a maid outfit
🏥 OC in a nurse uniform
🐑 OC in farmer wear
👍 OC in a crop top

I’m for this. This week request time.

guestsinhisworld:

It was an interesting sensation, that was for sure. The feeling of holding a living person in your hand and of much smaller hands holding onto your fingers. He almost would’ve liked to consider it further but knew Patches probably wanted to be put down.

“The borrower is very welcome.” He took a seat at the desk and reached to open the cover of the book.

There was many questions the borrower did have- like why this man was speaking in third person or how he obtained this ‘narration’ thing. Though he felt that would be rude to pry. So instead he went for simpler questions as he walked over to the book being opened as he looked around the library with his eyes. “So…you own this place?”

golden-gaze:

“You’re a mess too. I told you you were gonna get covered in dust.” Getting an idea, he stood up and walked over to the kitchen sink and began to fill it up, holding Patches by his side the whole time. Once it was sufficiently full (’sufficiently’ being ‘above Patches’ head’), the medic was rudely dropped in. “There you go~”

He groaned in pain when he was being held by his side. Patches had no idea what to do at this point. There was no way he could run because he was always found. The harsh sounds of the water going off made him stare at the water. Hoping he wasn’t going to do what he thought the was going to- oh. Patches was flung in the water and he had to doggy paddle his way up for air as he was soaking in cold sink water. Patches spat out some from his mouth. “What is this for!?”