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Heartbeat

A fluffy Patchwork Melody comfypasta I wrote the other night while experiencing some The Horrors in order to calm myself down. I've said before that I am extremely normal about heartbeats and this is kinda an exploration of that I am not sorry about it.

The line break about halfway through denotes a POV shift, if the second-person writing makes that unclear.

Word Count: 600 Character bios in my pinned post

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His breathing is frantic, fast, panicked. You know it’s faster than yours normally, but it’s clear that he’s having a moment again.

“How can I help?” You ask, though you know what he’ll say. Sure enough, he moves one of his hands near his own heart. You understand instantly. Gently scooping him into your hand, you feel his heartbeat, like an engine.

Bump bump bump bump bump

You lay down on the couch, and gently open your hand, placing him on your chest. From the other side of your shirt, you can still feel his small heartbeat, still going wild.

Bump bump bump bump bump

“How about we watch some TV for a bit?” You say, though you know it’s for your sake more than his. He nods as he buries himself into the cotton of your shirt. Despite how often you lay like this, you always feel anxious about it. He’s so small, so soft. The fear and anxiety rises in your own heart, but you catch yourself. Deep breaths, we can’t both panic.

Sights, feelings, sounds.

The TV, playing the theme song of your favorite cartoon. The window, an opening to the rainy outdoors. Raindrops hitting the glass. And of course, your little partner, laying down in the center of your chest, pointed ear pressed against your shirt.

The feeling of his tiny body on you, the warmth radiating from such a small being. The couch, old but reliable. And his ever-present heartbeat pressed against yours.

Bump bump bump bump bump

It’s fast, but as you relax, you can feel him relax too. It slows, still much faster than your own, but slower. Good.

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Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

You lay there, on the vast surface of your partner’s chest, taking in every one of their heartbeats. The speed is slow, rhythmic.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

Your heart still screams, fast in terror and anxiety. You feel a pounding in your chest, panic in your heart and memories in your mind.

Bump bump bump bump bump

No. Listen to hers. Slow, steady, gentle. You’re safe. She’s laying there, looking at you, adoration on her face.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

They joke about it sometimes. “Dude, we’re partners, you don’t need an excuse if you want to lay there,” they say. You playfully slap at their pajama shirt. “Shut up”, you’d say, if you had the words. But the two of you don’t always need words to communicate.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

The overwhelming bass of their heart, beating so slowly compared to your own, so deliberately. It’s calming, the slow beats, like a metronome for your breathing. In, out. In, and out. You are safe. You are okay. She is here.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

Remember what she says. Sights, feelings, sounds. This is easy.

Your human partner, taking up most of your surroundings. The window, rain beating gently against the glass. The TV, playing some cartoon she loves. A collection of plants and books watching from the shelves.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

The soft cotton of their shirt, the coarser fabric of yours. The heat of their body, a soft warmth. The gentle swaying of their chest as they breathe, causing you to rise and fall gently. The sensation is like floating, a gentle rocking motion.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

And the sounds. The sounds of the rain outside, the soft sounds of the quiet TV, and of course, that ever present heartbeat.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

You close your eyes. “You’re not even watching the show anymore, are you?” she says with a smirk. She knows you aren’t. Her hand moves, covering you like a blanket, as your eyes flutter closed, and you drift off to sleep.

#morning reblog

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Heartbeat

A fluffy Patchwork Melody comfypasta I wrote the other night while experiencing some The Horrors in order to calm myself down. I've said before that I am extremely normal about heartbeats and this is kinda an exploration of that I am not sorry about it.

The line break about halfway through denotes a POV shift, if the second-person writing makes that unclear.

Word Count: 600 Character bios in my pinned post

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His breathing is frantic, fast, panicked. You know it’s faster than yours normally, but it’s clear that he’s having a moment again.

“How can I help?” You ask, though you know what he’ll say. Sure enough, he moves one of his hands near his own heart. You understand instantly. Gently scooping him into your hand, you feel his heartbeat, like an engine.

Bump bump bump bump bump

You lay down on the couch, and gently open your hand, placing him on your chest. From the other side of your shirt, you can still feel his small heartbeat, still going wild.

Bump bump bump bump bump

“How about we watch some TV for a bit?” You say, though you know it’s for your sake more than his. He nods as he buries himself into the cotton of your shirt. Despite how often you lay like this, you always feel anxious about it. He’s so small, so soft. The fear and anxiety rises in your own heart, but you catch yourself. Deep breaths, we can’t both panic.

Sights, feelings, sounds.

The TV, playing the theme song of your favorite cartoon. The window, an opening to the rainy outdoors. Raindrops hitting the glass. And of course, your little partner, laying down in the center of your chest, pointed ear pressed against your shirt.

The feeling of his tiny body on you, the warmth radiating from such a small being. The couch, old but reliable. And his ever-present heartbeat pressed against yours.

Bump bump bump bump bump

It’s fast, but as you relax, you can feel him relax too. It slows, still much faster than your own, but slower. Good.

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Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

You lay there, on the vast surface of your partner’s chest, taking in every one of their heartbeats. The speed is slow, rhythmic.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

Your heart still screams, fast in terror and anxiety. You feel a pounding in your chest, panic in your heart and memories in your mind.

Bump bump bump bump bump

No. Listen to hers. Slow, steady, gentle. You’re safe. She’s laying there, looking at you, adoration on her face.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

They joke about it sometimes. “Dude, we’re partners, you don’t need an excuse if you want to lay there,” they say. You playfully slap at their pajama shirt. “Shut up”, you’d say, if you had the words. But the two of you don’t always need words to communicate.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

The overwhelming bass of their heart, beating so slowly compared to your own, so deliberately. It’s calming, the slow beats, like a metronome for your breathing. In, out. In, and out. You are safe. You are okay. She is here.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

Remember what she says. Sights, feelings, sounds. This is easy.

Your human partner, taking up most of your surroundings. The window, rain beating gently against the glass. The TV, playing some cartoon she loves. A collection of plants and books watching from the shelves.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

The soft cotton of their shirt, the coarser fabric of yours. The heat of their body, a soft warmth. The gentle swaying of their chest as they breathe, causing you to rise and fall gently. The sensation is like floating, a gentle rocking motion.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

And the sounds. The sounds of the rain outside, the soft sounds of the quiet TV, and of course, that ever present heartbeat.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

You close your eyes. “You’re not even watching the show anymore, are you?” she says with a smirk. She knows you aren’t. Her hand moves, covering you like a blanket, as your eyes flutter closed, and you drift off to sleep.

#for some Lore(tm) sprite heartbeats are about twice as fast as human ones #oc tag: patch #oc tag: mel #patchwork melody #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fluff #g/t ocs

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a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints

#yeah heck it i'll reblog this on my sideblog too #because ow this hurts my soul #reasons that as an adult i tell people to their face that i care about them

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The tiny nervously crept to the edge of the kitchen cabinet. They were wide in the open, but the human hadn’t even seen them yet.

“Excu- Excuse me!”

Giant eyes fell down to them.

“Oh my god,” the giant said, leaning down so their huge face filled the tiny’s vision, “What are you?”

“I’m a tiny person. I live in your walls, and I borrow supplies,” the tiny said nervously. “I cook dinner over a little candle, behind one of the walls in the attic.”

“That’s amazing,” the giant said breathlessly, “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Cause the candle got knocked over while frying some rat and the flame fucking caught the wall insulation, and that shit is spreading fast, man.”

“………what.”

“Your attic is on fire, dude. Like, crazy bad.”

“…”

“We should probably run.”

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I may be miserable, but at least I can imagine a giant meditator with the loudest neighbor known to man. Like they have a playlist that tells them to relax and calm your breathing.

And then all of a sudden they hear:

" HEY BABYGIRL, WATCHA DOING TONIGHT? I WANNA SEE WHAT YOU GOT IN STORE! HEY BABY!"

Giant and tiny bond over their shared hatred over the noisy neighbor:

Giant: They’re always interrupting my yoga and meditation sessions. How am I supposed to find peace within myself with all that ruckus in the background!

Tiny: Omg dude yes they’re so annoying! Back when I lived in the walls before you found me scavenging for food-

Giant: You mean digging through my trash?

Tiny: Searching for food — They would always play such loud music! I swear to god I thought my head was going to explode!

Giant: I hear you.

Tiny: It got so bad that sometimes I’d have to leave my hidey hole, and get this, literally slept under your bed for some peace and quiet! Can you imagine being so noisy that a borrower puts themselves in elaborate danger of discovery in order to get away from your noise?!

Giant: …You slept under my bed?

Tiny: Oh… yeah. I uhm… I kinda thought the sound of your breathing was calming…

Giant: …

Tiny: Is- Is that weird?

Giant, two seconds away from scooping up their tiny roommate: no :,)

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G/T thoughts

You know what I really love in G/T?

This: The tiny's POV when they're thinking about all the things the giant could do to them without the tiny having any say.

This could be during fearplay or just the tiny's idle thoughts, yk?

Just, the tiny imagining all the ways the giant could hurt or subjugate or even end them, whether or not the tiny rationally knows that the giant would never do that to them.

The giant stroking against their back? It would be so easy for a fraction more pressure to be exerted to have them crushed.

A hand gently cupping the tiny in the giant's palm? A single clench of fingers into a fist would pulverize the tiny's fragile bones like they were nothing.

The tiny kept safe in the giant's shirt pocket? It would be so simple for the giant to forget them there, to make a single, casual move - an itch, even - that would painfully, fatally crush the tiny against the larger being's chest.

A shoe teasingly nudging the tiny's side on the ground? The sole of it could so quickly lift off the floor and come back down to stomp the helpless tiny beneath the heel of it.

Honestly, all this and more. I crave the drama it adds when the giant genuinely would never consider letting any of those things happen, so they don't understand why their tiny is still so afraid of them~

#yesss #give it to me #inject it into my veins please

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something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not

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Ignorant/gullible borrowers who grow up thinking the world is like all the tv and movies they see in the humans house that theyve always lived in

- believing some humans have super powers

-thinking theres giant sharks in the ocean (they watched sharknado and jaws ok??)

-they have nightmares about the aliens capturing their humans (their humans have watched way too much ancient aliens)

-they totally believe in all the cryptids

-they think snakes on a plane was based off a true story

When discovered by the human…the tiny has so many baffling questions about human society and the outside world causing the human to hurt their tummy from laughing

#this is 100% contralto #grew up in the house of a complete weeb and absolutely assumes that anime is based on true stories #those figurines on the shelf? statues of honor #the posters? epic portraits

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the thought of just a tiny being like a thing to talk to is so funny to me.

like a human just carrying a tiny in their pocket that sometimes pops out and talks to them. neither really acknowledge the situation, just go with the flow.

i want to be that tiny

#the navi effect #i also want to be that tiny

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masc giantess

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I’d be a horrible borrower cause I can’t even get myself to drive to the grocery store. You’re telling me I’d have to do freakin parkour in the middle of the night just for a crumb of food? Noooo thank you domestic tiny life for me baby.

#reasons i would suck as a borrower

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can anyone tell me why ppl of the gee tee community use 'borrower' to describe mouse-like tiny people??

The Littles were the little mouse-like people. as far as i can remember from a book i read over 20 years ago, the borrowers were just... lil guys

like do ppl just not know about the littles or is it that borrowers are cooler but you still want the tails inquiring minds would like to know

#i still prefer making my own species to using borrowers since they have established lore #(not that i don't have one or two stories with the classic g/t borrowers) #but yeah. the littles were. uh. already taken by some other folks. and that's good for them. but. yeah.

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Yeah she used me like a toy last night 😏

*smash cut to scene where I am being taken apart like LEGOS * nah post canceled this still reads as unironically sexual somehow. Bye

#smolghostbot after dark #???

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What is a niche aspect of G/t that you dearly love that you don't get a chance to really talk about?

How it reflects on self-image.

I think that's the niche one that I don't talk about enough, though I bring it up a little bit in my works. The idea that, particularly in most media where you aren't used to being at the perspective you're suddenly in (you're small around people who are bigger, or big around people who are smaller, and it's something you've either never experienced before or haven't experienced much) how that will change how you see yourself.

Melanie in The Rescue for example has existing concerns about her appearance and how people see her to begin with, and that becomes wildly amplified when someone small is nearby. She covers her mouth while she's eating, she tries to keep her head and face pointed up and away when she's feeling extremely self-conscious.

If you hate the idea of constantly being noticed, judged, critiqued, scrutinized, etcetera, then suddenly being a Giant to someone else/other people has to be fucking hell. Any issues you have with your self-image normally aren't exactly put aside when your face is the size of a movie-screen and you know people's eyes don't usually come with those lovely hollywood-glam filters they put over actors in film.

As a Giant are you now more worried about being in the way? About being a problem for people? About causing damage or harm accidentally? Or are you being pressured to do more, be more simply because of how other people see you?

On the flip-side of that, if you're suddenly small, do you feel much more vulnerable? Do you feel like you're under significantly more threat? Have you lost a feeling of control that you desperately needed to keep a sensation of being safe?

Do you feel disposable? Do you feel useless? Are you more of a burden now than you were before, so reliant on others in a world that isn't built to help you? That might not feel like it's even interested in helping you?

Do you feel invisible? Easily forgotten? If you were used to being the center of attention before, does this absolutely shatter that or suddenly make that lifestyle feel like a waking nightmare? \

Do you feel like you're not enough?

If you were having those issues and feelings before, how are they amplified or changed now? How are they messed with, skewed, possibly erased in some cases?

I try to bring a good bit of these perspectives into my writing where I can, but it can be exhaustingly introspective and feel extremely heavy both to read and to write, but I can't say that I'm not fascinated by it.

Thank you so much for the ask, love! <3

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#need i even say

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so a fun story about me is that i have scopophobia, which makes making art really difficult because aaa eyes staring at me

so i solve this by turning off any layers with eyes on them when i'm not actively editing the art, which works pretty well

except it's funny sometimes because i'll have a "completed" piece of art but in the gallery it just looks like

yep definitely a finished piece

#consider this a preview of art that won't be posted for two months ig #just artist things #my art #smolghostthoughts