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silvertonguedmonster‌:

silvertonguedmonster:

What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).

Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.

Unfortunately. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud.

“Heh, right. Totally harmless.” He held his hands up and flashed his most innocent smile. He was acutely aware that running into people you’ve tormented while tiny was a dangerous thing so he was going to emphasize the harmless part.

Patches wouldn’t hurt a defenseless tiny person, would he?

Wasn’t this rich- seeing your tormentor being the size of a mouse…well probably a beetle but compared to Patches he looked like he was just barely smaller than Patches’ hand. 

This was probably a good opportunity to actually teach this monster a lesson.

The doctor reached out and attempted to grab Derian by the torso with a smile slowly forming on his face. 

“You can’t hurt me.” 

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silvertonguedmonster‌:

silvertonguedmonster:

What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).

Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.

This was definitely weird. Not the first time he’d seen Patches look this huge but this time was considerably less pleasant since he was the one who was out of place.

Despite the fact that he was not at all comfortable with his current situation, he was going to try and act casual.

“Ha, yeah. It’s me. Bet you’re surprised to see me like this, huh?”

It wasn’t new to see Derian being small- cringing at the memory of Patches being a big, loud and monstrous being. However Patches wasn’t being publicly chastised. It was Derian just being smaller than him. 

The borrower loomed over Derian with one of his hands holding his balance. 

“Yeah you’re so… small and.. “
There was a twinkle of realization in his eye. 

“Harmless.”

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silvertonguedmonster:

What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).

Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.

While on the hunt for some supplies- have to re-stock everything that got burned down you know, he found something… or rather someone interesting. He noticed the extremely tiny man trying to get out of Patches way. 

The doctor’s eyes widened up a bunch and gasped- bending down on his knees to try to get a closer look at Derian’s stature. 

“D-D-Derian?? Is that you??” 

Wacky Wednesday

icangiveyouanything‌:

Host answered this question as confidently as the last one, glad Patches gave him the opportunity to do so. “The Host doesn’t know Patches real name. It was never discussed.” He smiled lightly.

Dark scowled inwardly. That was the answer? Really? That would have been so simple to mimic if only he had known. But how was he supposed to guess that Host didn’t know his own boyfriend’s name?

“How does Patches know Dark isn’t getting this information from his mind somehow,” he spoke up.

Patches felt his soul sink into the ground when he heard the being in front of him answer his question perfectly. He started to shiver again as he slowly turned his head around back to the man who he thought was his boyfriend. 

The borrower gulped- he had a talent for noticing small things being that he was small in stature himself. Everything was adding up. Patches shook his head. 

“Th-then why didn’t you answer me when I asked? Ho-host has always been straight forward and honest with me!”

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politescoutrussell‌:

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It was crowded, and he was a bit nervous about being caught by the wrong kind of people. However, the atmosphere was cheerful and hopeful. People were friendly to one another, standing in solidarity. 

He had been complimented multiple times on his tattoo, shown off by his choice to wear a tank top, his mask (a rainbow-coloured masquerade one in the shape of a moth), and his sign (“Let’s get one thing straight because I’m not.”). It seemed to be a fairly easy-going event. 

However, it was the small figure that caught his attention, running among the feet of the many participants. Was that… was that Patches?

He honestly didn’t expect someone like Patches to be here, not with his small size and all.

Russell knelt down and held his hand out. Thankfully. no one seemed to notice.

“Patches? That you?” who else would it be, Russell? “Quick, over here.” 

Russell felt a pang of anxiety push into his senses when the silence lingered between them. He could already tell that something among everything he had said had gotten to Patches.

His heart pounded a little. He couldn’t yet tell if that was good or bad. He knew that even the truth could be painful, even if he hadn’t intended for it to be.

But his mouth dropped open when he started to cry. He immediately started to babble out some kind of apology,

“I… Patches, I’m, I’m sorry, I was just…” but then he paused when Patches said that, “I’m… I’m saying the truth Patches. You are who you are, and to me, you’re a wonderful friend who deserves to have nothing but good things.”

He smiled softly, before pulling a tissue from his bag. It was probably like a blanket to the little doctor but it was better than nothing. 

“You don’t have to say anything. I know what you mean,” he said, as he gently reached down and wiped away one of Patches’ tears with the tip of his pinky before putting the tissue down in his palm, “Do you want to head back? I can take you back if you like.” 

He had a feeling that perhaps it was all the excitement and overstimulation that had caused all the emotion to spill out. Patches might have needed some time to go through everything. 

The little man squeaked when he felt the tissue press up lightly on his cheek. Tears were jelloing down his blushed cheeked as he looked back up at Russell in awe. Amazed at how sweet this scout was and felt grateful that he was friends with him. 

Patches blinked before nodding persistently. 

“As how…important this standing is- I’m- I’m feeling a tad over whelmed right now…” He managed to say as he pulled the tissue up to his face to keep the tears from soaking his clothes. 

“Th-thank you.”

Wacky Wednesday

icangiveyouanything‌:

That would have hurt if he’d actually said that to Host. Thankfully Dark wasn’t Host but it still wasn’t the best sign. He obliged though, not wanting to make the situation even worse and placed Patches down on the ground. What was he going to do, anyway? Run over to the giant?

Host took it as a good sign though. Maybe he was finally getting through to him, making him realize that the man that was holding him wasn’t who he thought he was.

“Patches?” They both questioned in near unison.

Tears were crawling down his cheeks as he was let down. He gingerly dropped to the ground and walked a little forward to the towering giant in-front of them. They were just- so huge. It was like confronting a literal god. Though right now that god could be Host…maybe he should try to ask him the question. 

He whipped a tear away while sniffling, looking up at the daunting figure.

“ Okay… “Host” ….. what’s my name?” 

He was holding his breath.

who’s host?

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“Host is a really smart and talented writer! He’s also really nice and really interesting. OH goodness I could also go on on how handsome he is and how his hands are really soft and how relaxing his voice is- I love reading his work too it’s so suspenseful and- “

( Mun note: This particular host is actually from an rp blog ran by my friend! The blog is @guestsinhisworld​ and uh… don’t ask us how this cross fandom ship happened. We don’t know either. It was just really good accidental chemistry.)

Wacky Wednesday

icangiveyouanything‌:

Host did not like this at all. He wanted to reach out and grab Patches but knew that would only make this worse. But if you looked at him you could see the panic on his face.

Dark was good at faking an expression of concern and did grab Patches, hugging him though there was something a bit awkward about the gesture. Dark wasn’t very good at hugs due to a complete lack of practice.

“The Host is so sorry, he didn’t mean to upset Patches!”

The tears didn’t stop- his mind was clouded and thinking straight was becoming hard to do. Everything felt wrong. Sure it looked like his boyfriend was protecting him from the entity but at the same time there just something not right about the situation. Strangely enough “Dark’s” actions and how he knew the answer to his questions were making the whole switched bodies thing more believable. However he was being pulled in mentally by “Host” that Dark was just lying. 

Small details started to become apparent to him as well that he didn’t think about; the way he woke up late this morning, him heading downstairs, burning himself- this weird awkward hug that lacked confidence. Things weren’t quite clicking for him yet but he was starting to doubt what he is seeing. 

His borrower instincts screamed at him to run and hide in a hole for 20 years due to the gallons of stress he was going through. But he didn’t want to leave Host behind…

“P-p-please put me down-”