nomedicalicense:

He looks at his hand, examining the tiny little fingers before looking back up. 

“So I’ll return to regular size at some point? Is it random or do I have to do some sort of soul-selling ritual. Eizher vay, I’m fine.”

“Oh no soul giving required- You’ll just have to wait a little while until it wears off. Could be a few hours to days. Those grey things are rascals.”

if i don’t message back, it’s not your fault. you are not bothering me.

kitkqtenderheart:

if i don’t message back it’s because

a) i didn’t see the message – This one’s pretty common. Notifications aren’t sent, I forget to check stuff, I close the message window before i see the message but after it “arrives”, I’m afk, etc. I’m not a busy person, I just miss a lot of messages.

b) i don’t know what to say – sometimes I just don’t know what to say. sorry.

c) i’m having a hard time processing that you are, in fact, actually messaging me – or i’m crying because excited but also nerves.

IT IS NOT BECAUSE

-you’re bothering me: if you were, i’d say so

-i don’t want to talk to you: i’m not a social person, i’m better at doing the askbox thing than PMs, but if you message me, i’ll message back eventually. unless you’re a porn bot or something.

-i’m ignoring you: i don’t try to ignore people- if i’m online (especially on Skype/Discord) I usually have sounds and notifications off. Skype itself is open in a different browser (download version crashes a lot), and Discord is usually minimized/closed if I have it on at all.

-anything to do with you: i honestly suck at the social/friend thing. just give it time.

feel free to PM me with anything. Questions, hugs, memes, just saying hi, I’ll talk about a lot of things if you want. If I’m not okay talking about/sharing, I’ll tell you.

I know I’m difficult to keep a conversation with. I’m sorry. Just please remember it’s not you.

and please don’t apologize for messaging me or not messaging me. sometimes I take a while to message back, sometimes i miss the message and sometimes you take a while or miss the message. we are human beings. don’t apologize for it.

constantquibbling-deactivated20:

People are allowed to have feelings. (◡‿◡✿)

People are allowed to post as much ooc as they want or do not want. (◡‿◡✿)

People are allowed not to roleplay some days just because they don’t feel like it. (◡‿◡✿)

Don’t ask roleplayers to be robots because it makes you more comfortable. (◡‿◡✿)

Roleplaying is a hobby, with actual real live people behind the keyboards. Be compassionate and considerate. (◡‿◡✿)

me to partners: please take however long u need to reply literally reply whenever pls dont ever feel pressured ever okay u matter
me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they’ll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me

🐜 ((TINY ADVENTURES))

seerchild:

seerchild-archive:

Luca wasn’t really sure how, why or what had happened, all he knew now was that he was very small, well, smaller than he already was anyway. Only about three inches tall, in the walls of a place that rumbled and quaked with footsteps of… what Luca guessed were giants.

He wandered around this place, trying not to be seen, or crushed for that matter, scooting up against walls and scurrying around like some kind of insect…. until he’d finally found a room he thought was unoccupied and he succumbed to the pressure and began to break down in tears. 

He knew a day like this would come… and now it had.

Luca followed Patches through the shadowy corridor, it looked like some kind of really tall cellar. Luca kept as close as he could without being too uncomfortable, the last thing he wanted was to lose Patches in the dark, although it could have just been he was afraid of the dark. 

Gee, moths looked strange up close… they looked like little fluffy aliens with those large eyes; although the curious wing flutters were kind of cute, and it did draw a smile and an under-breath giggle from the boy once, although he kind of hoped she didn’t plan on being on HIS shoulders anytime soon. 

“I-I’m glad… t-those… g-guys out there are really scary…” Luca said.

“I-I… I hope I’m not too much of a bother to you.. I-I don’t wanna take up too much of your space…” he modestly said, as his large, indigo eyes scanned the vacant insides of the  wall.

Patches kept an eye on the little one, making sure they were close so they didn’t get lost. Though there wasn’t anyway to get lost in this hallway, it was still better to be safe than sorry.Though Patches did take a glance at him with a small chuckle, finding the suggestion that this small kid would take up any space. 

“OH no- Trust me you wouldn’t take up much, if any space. I’ll have enough room for you. “

They then just about made it to a large metal box- it was blue and white with a medical cross on the top. It the height of it was about twice their size. Patches let them go for a second as he briefly unlocked the clasp in the front and lifted the lid a bit, knocking a stand on it so it’d stay open. 

“Here- just climb inside. “ Patches kicked over a small pencil sharper part so Lucas had something to stand on.