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Apologies all but this is for the good of this one random op.

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

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Putting this here as well as it's about an oc!

Hey y’all I’ve been OBSESSED with this AU and wanted to put out a ficlet for it. I need to say though, this is going to deal with super heavy themes so PLEASE heed the warnings before you read this.

(My SS blog is @falseh0od!)

Summary: On a trip to the underground Tiny fighting rings, Deacon rescues a former champion whose time as a fighter has severely impacted his health in more ways than one.

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts and actions, technically attempted suicide (?), using (small) humans for profits, swearing, treating small humans as less than equal. I apologize if I miss anything!

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There was a Borrower named Garrett.

Garrett had been born in the wild, and spent 20 years fending for himself. He was happy, traveling as much as he could as he fended for himself, and often made connections wherever he went with other Borrowers. He would help those who needed it most, keeping extra food, water, and clothing on him at all times.

Garrett was especially good at keeping himself out of harm’s way, having taught himself early how to put up a good fight. Not that he ever needed to use those skills very often, but they were good skills nonetheless.

Until one day, Garrett’s world was turned upside down.

While borrowing in the city, Garrett accidentally happened upon an underground Tiny fighting ring, and despite his best efforts to get out unseen, he was captured by a human just starting out in the industry.

And his life as a fighter began.

Garrett knew what happened to borrowers who didn’t fight well or disobeyed the humans, so despite his desperation for freedom, he put everything he had into his fights.

To everyone’s surprise, however, Garrett turned out to be an ridiculously good fighter and made a name for himself and the human who owned him very quickly. He was a champion, who never lost.

Despite his bloodthirsty stage persona, Garrett remained a kindhearted spirit, always checking up on his opponents after battles and giving kind words of encouragement to them that things would get better.

Garrett remained in the fighting ring for 6 years, with the same human the whole time. The human himself was bloodthirsty through and through, having gotten a taste of victory and was now addicted to it.

Garrett, however, got very low in spirits very quickly. Day after day, fight after fight, his spirits dropped lower and lower.

Then, he heard about the Shadow Man.

A man who came to fights and took the ‘broken’ borrowers off the hands of their humans and supposedly got rid of them, never to be seen again.

Two weeks later, Garrett hit his lowest.

And he started to lose.

Keep reading

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Me? Writing something related to Emile being a Determined Boy? That's probably going to be fluffy? It's more likely than you'd think. ((Memes aside- my brain wanted fluff so now I'm writing something fluffy with Alexandra. Oof I guess? 😂))

I eagerly await it, i love my lil’ therapist son, he just wants to help, Alexandra! Let him iiiiin!!!

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Don't mind me, making another tiny OC 😂

Her name is Alexandra, and she's a bit... Unstable. She was born in captivity and raised to be a show business tiny, but after an accident that burnt half of her face, that stopped being an option. So, instead, she wound up being a pet. But, she still wanted to be what she had been raised as... After not being bought for over three years, she became bitter and angry- growing to resent all humans, and eventually, all other tinies as well. Especially other tinies who wound up being in show business.

When she was eventually bought, she had already basically lost her mind from being alone so much- which was caused by her being violent towards humans and tinies alike.

The person who bought her already had a tiny, and... Well, she wasn't a fan of that. To make a long story short, that human is no longer having any part of adopting other tinies ever again.

After that, she wound up living on her own for a while, before being found by other humans. One thing lead to another, and eventually, even the humans who ran fighting rings were scared to keep her around, and she wound up being given to the shadow man so they could get rid of her.

They literally were willing to pay him to take her off their hands.

She spent the entire ride back glaring at Ro and sulking in the corner- very openly preparing to kill him if he messed with her.

Suffice to say, she probably won't ever be popular 😂

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T: Oh, just watch Emile try to get her to open up and make friends. He’s a stubborn little therapist boy, and he won’t give up! Her mask is so cool, I love her!

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OC by Roulettex - Noa

submitted by @roulettex

OC for the AU!

Name: Noam, goes by Noa

Age: 19

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality:

Sarcasm, he learn it from her owner

Caring

Protective

“I’ve only known these children for like, ten minutes but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone in this room then myself-”

Honestly really sad but keeps it to himself

She seems to be a ray of sunshine

very much independent

Height: Five inches

Weight: idk  skinny bab

Physical Appearance:

Blonde hair that hangs in a medium length messy bob

Ties hair back when feeling masculine and ties half back with a ribbon when feminine

Always wearing a grey miniature ribbon somewhere, gift from her owner, whether it be around his neck or in her hair

Freckles on face and neck

Masculine: Wears a black short sleeved top, light blue flannel shirt, grey ribbon around his neck, hair tied back, light jeans and sneakers

Feminine: Black short sleeved shirt, hair tied half back with ribbon tied into a bow in the back of her hair, white choker and a white pleaded skirt- thigh length. Thigh high socks and sneakers

Sometimes will wear a yellow cardigan or jacket

Hearing: Above Average

Eyesight: Above Average

Accent: she’s a british boi

Dependency: Very independent

Education: College degree level

Favorite…

Food: Really loves strawberry icecream-

Movie: 1973- The Exorcist, loves horror

Color: pastel yellow

Drink: chocolate milkshake

Relaxing activity: Drawing and cuddles

Least Favorite…

Food: Literally any vegetables

Movie: The Slenderman

Color: neons

Drink: water,

Owners:

Xavier: 21

Backstory:

Noa was bought at the age of 13 to be a service tiny to a rich man’s sick son, Xavier.

Xavier treated Noa as a friend and not as a pet, normally confiding in him to talk to as Xavier wasn’t allowed outside much and his parents were rarely ever around.

By the time Noa was 19 and Xavier was 21 they had a bond and were practically inseparable although Xavier’s health was getting worse to the point he’d be spending weeks at the hospital.

Knowing he had little time left Xavier began to worry about what would happen to Noa, not wanting to send her to a pet shop but also not wanting to give him to some other family member, he wanted to send Noa somewhere he could trust.

Hours before Xavier was due to go into hospital he found the Sanders Sanctuary and he bought Noa there, greeting Thomas and Dee. Noa didn’t know why he was there, he didn’t know if Xavier was going to abandon her.

When Xavier had explained the situation he was in, letting Noa now know that he didn’t have long left, a fact he had kept from the tiny. He revealed that he was frightened that Noa might go somewhere bad and wanted to make sure his best friend was safe.

Before leaving Noa, Xavier had given him a tiny grey ribbon so Noa could remember him.

Xavier would video call Noa every so often to check up on him but then the calls stopped, later revealing that Xavier had passed away, after Noa had found out the smol bab wouldn’t stop crying for hours. Didn’t seem like anyone could comfort him no matter how hard they tried.

Eventually it seemed like Noa had gotten over the whole ordeal, after like, three months. But she became depressed, trying to keep this fact hidden from the others.

Extra:

She is very passionate about horror, loves it. Gets salty over bad horror movies and terrible cliches

Yellow cardigan is a gift given to him by Xavier, it is his comfort item

Has taken a liking to hanging about Dee

Frightened of animals

Loves to draw e v er y wh e re

will draw on his arms and legs if give the chance

Alt. Outfits:

White shirt, short at the front, long at the back, Light blue shorts, oversized yellow cardigan, black boots

Pastel yellow skater dress

[I will be posting a drawing of Noa once my tablet driver decides to w o r k - Roulette]

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The Sanders Sanctuary discord server is now open! Talk about the au, g/t concepts, your ocs, and more! 

The link: https://discord.gg/Y9G2rMT

*Please note that I am not active on discord often, and I while I’ll try to pop in from time to time, I mostly will be more active on this blog than on the discord. This is more for you guys, so have fun!

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There is now a discord server for this au! Great place to discuss your ocs more with each other and set up rps!

The Sanders Sanctuary discord server is now open! Talk about the au, g/t concepts, your ocs, and more! 

The link: https://discord.gg/Y9G2rMT

*Please note that I am not active on discord often, and I while I’ll try to pop in from time to time, I mostly will be more active on this blog than on the discord. This is more for you guys, so have fun!

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Observation and Emotions

So another story for Dream in this AU! I’m willing to start a rp or a co-story with someone if they would like. Feel free to ask me about it!

For this though, I just wanted to write what kind of things Dream would see while he searched for the bad side of the Sanctuary, the things his Sir told him were sure to be there, and the reasons he was sent to kill Thomas and Deacon. I also wanted to include his breakdown at the end of it. Over all it’s kind of rambling, so I apologize for that. The person at the end might or might not be there, I hadn’t decided so I kind of left it up to the reader!

Still I hope that you enjoy it!

Warnings- Mentions of Nightmares, Death, Indicating past abuse or tiny’s, food mentions.

I think that’s everything. Please let me know if I missed anything!

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Dream had been at the Sanctuary for a little over two months. Two full months of endless searching. And he had come up empty handed.

He couldn’t find the dark things Sir had told him about, he couldn’t find the cruel side of Thomas Sanders, or even Deacon, who was the Shadow Man he learned. He’d spent the months with almost no sleep, searching the entire Sanctuary from top to bottom at night after everyone had gone to bed. He observed what happened in the shadows of this place.

He’d seen Deacon bolting upright in his bed crying out his apologies for failing someone in his dreams. Dream had watched in silence as Deacon had gotten coffee and worked, finding new places to rescue tiny’s from, ignoring his own health in the process. Why would someone with such a dark reputation be so selfless? He couldn’t understand it, he’d seen tiny’s shout at Deacon, seen them curse him, and he had watched as the man had simply nodded and encouraged them to vent their anger at him? Dream didn’t understand, he should be angry, furious, hurt them! Why wouldn’t he?

He’d seen Thomas staying up late as he worked to balance the bills and decide how he could help more borrowers. He could see the frustration build in the human as things failed, or was too expensive, or simply out of his reach at this time. He was confused why the human cared so much for a species that nobody else seemed to, he didn’t understand it, but Thomas never did any of the things Sir said he would. He never blamed the tiny’s that came to him, both from Deacon and from others, for being too expensive, or too much trouble. If anything he seemed to blame himself for not being able to provide more for them.

He’d seen Larry, more then once, getting up in the middle of the night to comfort a tiny who was healing and afraid. He’d watched the man sitting up for hours crafting items that would work better for borrowers, that would be more comfortable for healing bodies. And he had watched as Larry had failed in his efforts over and over, but never stopped trying.

He’d watched as Patton had pulled Virgil from his pile of fabrics and gently tucked him into bed. He’d then put a glass of water and some snacks on the table and made sure the lights were off so Virgil could rest in peace.He watched as Patton made his own rounds, checking on those who stayed up too late, getting them something to drink or eat if they needed it, or simply sitting with them. Some he tried to convince to go to bed, others he did not, Dream didn’t know what made him seem to know who could go to bed and who could not,mbut Patton looked after them all the same.

Dream saw as Roman had comforted Logan from a nightmare. He watched as the loud borrower would soften his voice and actions for new tiny’s that arrived. Speaking to them carefully but always with cheer and confidence. Dream saw as Roman laughed and would tell grand stories, involving the children that were there, puling them form whatever bad dreams they had, or realities they had seen into a vivid world of hero’s and light, where the villains could be slain or brought to the good side. He’d watch as Roman would then sneak the kids cookies, or a more healthy snack, before tucking them back into bed and reading some stories while they fell asleep.

He’d then seen Logan turn around and comfort others ignoring his own fears and insecurity’s to bring comfort to those that had experiences like his. Dream had seen as Logan would take some who had never stepped foot outside, and talked to them about the stars and the night and about the world. His own form of comfort for those who needed it. He even spoke to some about his time with the scientists, able to relate to those who’d been experimented on, comforting them and assuring them they were truly there in a way no others could.

Dream watched in silence as Virgil fretted over outfits. He watched as the man compared notes and went though dozens of samples of material before making careful selections to best fit whoever he was making the outfit for. He watched as sometimes the outfit would be nearly completed, but Virgil would stop and stare at it, then curse and take the entire thing apart simply to replace one item in it, so it would be perfect. Dream saw as Roman would beg Virgil for help with his costumes to perform his plays, and he thought at first Virgil hated Roman’s persistence but, late in the night Virgil worked on the outfits with as much care as he did for the clothing to give to the borrowers.

And then there was what happened during the day. When there were far more humans and borrowers awake and moving and talking. The place was endlessly busy, with events for the visitors that went though special areas of the Sanctuary. Learning about borrowers and tiny’s, seeing with their own eyes the way they actually could work and knew things, and were not treated as pets! Then there were fundraising, and interviews, YouTube filming, performances by Roman and other borrowers. The Performances were put both online and performed live for visitors. It was chaotic and loud and … and.. happy. Everything wasn’t perfect, no, but it was happy.

There were days when it was not though as well. And those days made Dream tremble because he didn’t understand, he didn’t grasp the ill feeling that twisted his stomach at the sight of usually such colorful people dressed in dark clothing. These were the days when lives were lost, a borrower or tiny too hurt to survive would pass away and the entire Sanctuary would go into mourning. He would watch as tears were shed for someone that was not known, or had barely been known. He saw the trembling of humans or borrowers as they carefully buried the borrowers, and the guilt at not succeeding in saving them in time. He could only watch as borrowers and humans comforted each other. It was beyond him, he didn’t understand. How could they show each other such emotions? Such a vulnerability and weakness? How could they whisper such words of comfort to each other? The sighs and whispered words made him uncomfortable.

None of it made sense to Dream. He’d searched, endlessly, refusing to take part in the activities, skipping meals, upsetting some by his lack of participation or even seeming lack of willingness to get too close to anyone for any reason. He endured patient lectures from Patton about not vanishing for hours and hours at a time, skipping meals, and asking him to at least give the bed in his room a chance to get comfortable. Dream couldn’t stomach sleeping in the bed, he’d pulled one sheet off and one pillow and slept in a corner of the room tucked beside a dresser. The familiarity of having a corner pushed into his back, and the feeling of a small space was comforting in such a strange place where he was so free.

He couldn’t find what he was looking for though. The things Sir had told him were here, the rooms for the experiments, the torture, or the punishments. He couldn’t find the cruel nature that these people were supposed to have, or the competitive drive to put people like his Sir out of business. It made thoughts come to Dream’s head that he didn’t like. Thoughts that left him shaking, and confused, and huddled in the corner of his room with his arms clasped tightly around himself.

What if Sir was wrong?

Dream shuddered at the thought, nausea ripped apart his insides at it. Wrong? His Sir wrong? Wrong about Thomas, wrong about the Shadow Man.. no Deacon, wrong about the Sanctuary.

Wrong

How was he supposed to know the truth then? He didn’t know what to do. His job was to kill them, to stop them from becoming a threat  to his Sir. He shouldn’t care that he couldn’t find the things his Sir told him to find, he should just kill them and return. Just like he was supposed to, he’d done it before. He’d killed humans and tiny’s before at the orders of his Sir.

He didn’t understand what was stopping him this time. Why the thought of slipping poison to either of the humans made him feel ill. Even though it would be stupidly easy, the hospital was open for anyone to go to at any time, with very few restrictions. He could steal enough to kill both of them in one night and be gone in a matter of hours.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t understand, he didn’t like this feeling that burned inside him, that twisted him up and threaten to drown him.

How was he supposed to live? He could not return to his Sir, he would be killed, or worse punished for failing. He couldn’t even imagine what Sir would do to him for questioning and actually saying he was wrong about something. The thought of it made him shudder and sweat trickle down his neck. But, he didn’t belong with these people and borrowers. They tried to help, and he was only allowed to kill… to follow orders..

Dream was trapped, he didn’t know where to go or what to do. He had orders, he had his commands, he had his Sir. But he had his own thoughts, the feeling that Sir was wrong about this place, and these people.

Dream was so very lost, so confused, everything inside of him ached and he didn’t understand it, any of it nothing made sense to him.

He was exhausted, confused, frightened, cold and hot. There were too many conflicting thoughts and emotions and everything swirling around inside of him.He couldn’t sit still, he found himself walking, though he didn’t know when he’d started or even left his room. He walked in a daze, not really seeing anything around him only aware he was moving and not in his room. His feet stumbled along the ground, tripping over himself till he finally stopped. His eyes were blurry with tears, they were overflowing burning trails down his cheeks. Dream saw someone before him, but with the haze in his head and the tears he couldn’t make out who it was. He fell to his knees in front of them, wrapping his arms around himself in a pathetic attempt to keep the emotions inside. His head bowed and his hair falling into his face as he failed.

"I don’t…. want .. to kill them… ” he rasped out. He was hardly able to form the words around the painful sobs that wanted to escape his throat. He hugged himself tighter, hoping, praying the one before him would offer a punishment of some kind. Something.. anything familiar he could grasp onto in this ocean of confusion that he was drowning in.

“I don’t.. want to.. follow Sir’s.. orders.. ” he said, his body shaking

“Please..” he didn’t know what he was asking for.

“Please..”

T: Awwww, poor thing! Let someone help you, Dream! I love how you described everyone at the sanctuary, doing their part and making things run, that was so cool! You make it come across as a real, living, breathing place, which is awesome! I’m really curious as to how Dream’s little arc will end now! 

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More info submitted by @beast-chris-bliss:

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Likes: Climbing, eating, napping, fighting, and making mischief.

Dislikes: Getting caught doing something bad, mainly out of fear of being punished (which she will never admit to)

Past: She was born wild with her green hair, before getting captured. She went through several different households as a pet tiny, having been thought of as rare and exotic due to it, as well as the mysterious eye-patch, which she adamantly refuses to explain.

Eventually, she wound up in a tiny fighting ring, where she discovered that she was actually pretty good at fighting, and really enjoyed it! What she didn’t enjoy was loosing, which would always send her into a fury, causing her to go feral for a solid five minutes before anyone could calm her down or sedate her. It reached a point where the man who had owned her was so frustrated with her behavior that he realized he couldn’t keep her around anymore, and decided to send her to The Shadow Man.

Her first response to seeing Dee was to glare at him and hiss, and her first response to being put in a cage with another tiny was to assume that she was supposed to fight him. Luckily, she didn’t actually manage to hurt Ro before he calmed her down and explained the situation (quietly, of course), and she stopped attempting to attack him. Though she did have this weird look in her eye the entire drive to the sanctuary that implied that she would 100% put him in a headlock if he pissed her off.

After being at the sanctuary for about three months, she stopped trying to fight random animals, and stopped giving other tinies the “Murder Glare”. Though she still doesn’t fully trust the humans, she’s got a neutral opinion towards them, which is more than any of her owners could say…

Okay, here goes nothing… My borrower OC! Her name has been changed several times by different owners, but since she refuses to respond to names that don’t start with “R”, that basically turned into her name.

She was born and raised in captivity, and nobody really understood how she was born with forest green hair, but they decided not to question it.

R was part of a tiny fighting ring for most of her life, which is how she lost her eye. She didn’t get the eyepatch from a medic or from her owner, instead she made it out of spare bandages she found laying around.

Her attitude towards humans is generally pretty distrustful and wary, as is her attitude towards other tinies. She bonds with animals quickly though, since she never had to fight any animals.

She’s roughly 4 inches tall, hence why most of the tinies she fought expected to win. Very few of them did, but they expected to.

(Submitted by @beast-chris-bliss)

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Dream's Orders

So this is my tiny for this Fanderside Au! I’m pleased to meet him, and if you wish to play with him, please feel free to ask me about doing a rp or co-story!

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings- Mentions of abuse towards tiny’s, mentions of suffocation, mentions of starvation, mentions of plans to murder someone. Indication of past psychical and emotional abuse.

I believe that is everything, please tell me if I missed anything.

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“You understand what you’re to do?” The man speaks gruffly. He’s dressed in fine clothing, and looking down at a tiny standing before him. The tiny has silver grey hair that reaches his shoulders and pale blue eyes. He’s dressed in ill fitting doll clothing, standing a mere 4 inches high, bruises and scars of all kinds, both old and new, cover his body. He makes no indication that they hurt, he couldn’t afford to show that weakness.

“Yes sir” the tiny says, his voice is faint, hardly a whisper in the air but the man hears it all the same. The man nods and motions for the tiny to get in a box that’s sitting on it’s side near him. He does, limping as he climbs into the box. It’s sealed and dumped in the outgoing mail. Hopefully he’d arrive before he got too bad with lack of food and water, but if he failed there were more that could be sent in his place, they were raised for these kinds of jobs after all.

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The package arrived in the regular mail, one side had been slightly crushed and the plain box was addressed to “Sanders Sanctuary” Thomas hummed as he gathered the box with the other mail, and headed inside.

“Bill, bill, invite to an interview..” He paused looking at who was invite him and wrinkled his nose. Nope, those people had a very bad reputation for spinning anything someone said into some sort of slander. That got ripped in half and tossed in the trash.

“Lets see.. magazine, and this?” He mused looking at the plain box. No return address, and just addressed to the sanctuary? Puzzled Thomas got out a letter opener and sliced open the tape holding the box shut. He opened it and very nearly dropped the box in shock when he saw what was inside.

“Larry!!” He yelped as he bolted for the medical wing.

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“…though the mail…” the words floated though his head. It was too much effort to actually open his eyes, and the voice wasn’t familiar. It wasn’t his sir speaking, or any of the trainers he knew. He felt weaker the normal and his head was spinning.

“cruel… could have died!” He really wished the voices would be quiet, but they didn’t seem to want to stop. Finally he managed to pry one eye open. The room that greeted him, made both his eyes snap open. He was NOT where he was supposed to be! This was not Sir’s cage! He then remembered what happened, he’d been given orders, and put in a box. Then mailed.. .it had taken.. what a week and a half? Two weeks? He wasn’t sure.. but the heat of the summer in the enclosed box had been almost unbearable, it had been suffocating. Of course it wouldn’t be the first time he’d been suffocated, no being smothered by a pillow and trapped in a plastic bag held tightly around his body was probably worse then the stale, sweltering air inside of the box. He had no idea when he’d finally blacked out from lack of water, food and the heat.

“Woah.. it’s alright..  ” a gentle voice spoke to him. Slowly the pale blue eyes turned and looked at the blurry figure.

“I’m glad you woke up, but don’t try to push yourself. You were pretty dehydrated, and you’re pretty malnourished.” The blurry person said. He nodded, nothing new on those fronts. Being underfed kept him quiet and not with enough energy to try and escape Sir, or fight back.. or well anything. The rest, well he had spent quite a long time taped inside a box in the mail with no food or water.

He was still trying to sort out what was going on though, he hadn’t expected to wake up.. in a hospital? And weirdly enough everything seemed to be his size. Had he been sent to the wrong address? Chapped lips parted as he shifted slightly

“.. where?” his voice was a rasp, worse then when he spoke to Sir, but the person, still blurry darn it, attending him spoke.

“Sanders Sanctuary, you were.. well…” they trailed off as if unsure if they should say how he arrived.

“Mailed.. to us.. ” he said. Again there was a nod, he knew this, he’d gotten his orders and climbed into the box obediently, thank goodness he was in the right place. Still he was very confused, Sir had never mentioned they had a hospital here.

“I’m sure your throat is dry as sand, lets get you something to drink!” Suddenly the blurry figure left his sight and came back, a cool hand lifted his head slightly and something was pressed to his lips. Then the fist brush of liquid graced his chapped lips and he drank willingly. The one supporting him told him to drink slowly and he did so. The liquid felt like heaven and the pounding headache was already starting to lessen a bit. But he was feeling exhausted, not unusual, he was always tired.. sore, hurt, nothing new. But it was odd to have someone gently lay him down and smooth soft covers over him. He noted absently he was no longer in the painful doll clothes, but something softer that fit far better then anything he’d ever had on in his life.

“You get some rest, we’ll talk more later alright?” the blurry person said. He nodded once more and his eyes shut, how strange to be allowed to rest so much.

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This was the routine for at least four days. Finally though he was sitting up on his own, and able to talk normally. He found out he had on a pair of soft pants, and a t-shirt that opened in the center. He’d had a heart monitor on him, along with an IV, both things were tiny sized, and he was more puzzled then ever. He watched the others his size come and go, and sometimes saw humans come in, and move a part of the roof to gently set tiny people in, or to put supplies into the room. They never stayed long, he honestly was more confused then ever.

“Alright, I have been told you’re clear to leave the hospital!” a nurse tiny said. He nodded his head and would get up off of the bed.

“Now you go see Patton, He will guide you to your new room and help you get settled alright?” He nodded his head in agreement, and though he was still limping, he headed out of the hospital. It didn’t take long for him to locate Paton, or more accurately for Patton to locate him.

“Kiddo! They were able to let you out today!” he said cheerfully  having been heading to to the hospital to check and see if he’d been cleared. He nodded his head again.

“Yes, You must be Patton?” he asked. His voice was still whisper quiet, but Patton nodded beaming at him.

“Yep! nobody has told me yet, so what’s your name kiddo?” He asked curiously.

“Dream” He said simply in response.

“Dream huh? Well that’s a great name! Why don’t we get you settled in alright? Virgil will want to get some measurements on you, right now we just guessed at the clothing size you needed, and he’ll want to know what kind of style you like.. ” Patton rambled on as he led Dream down the walks and halls that were all borrower sized.

None of this made sense to Dream. This Sanctuary was supposedly tied to the Shadow man, and Sir wanted the owner and the Shadow Man dead. Dream had been told to expect torture or experimentation, but to get the job done. And it wasn’t like that would be any different then just going though his daily training. Torture, pain, suffering, conditioning, all of it done to him all the time so he was the perfect little assassin. He could hold up to torture and not crack, he could pretend he had no pain, and he didn’t really care about killing a human or tiny alike. His hands were not clean in the least in that sense. He’d gotten numb to the guilt that it caused him.

Outside of Sir, nobody believed a tiny could do something as complicated as being an assassin.  Still though, this place… was nothing like he had expected. They had been weirdly kind to him, and weirdly accepting of his refusal to speak about, well much of anything, and just… weird.. in general.

“Oh that’s Thomas!! Thomas!!” Patton called out, bringing Dream back from his thoughts.

“Here’s the one who.. this is Dream! He’s finally been released from the hospital! I’m taking him to his room now!” Patton said. Dream looked at the human. He didn’t seem… he simply looked overworked, tired, and perhaps a bit stressed, but the warm smile he sent Dream’s way confused him more.

“I’m so glad you’re recovering so fast Dream. If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask alright?” he said. Dream nodded very slowly at the human. And again his expectations were being twisted, this man didn’t seem cruel, or like a mob boss, or any underground owner he’d ever met. Dream’s head was starting to spin from the confusion.

“Good, why not go get some rest. We’ll have dinner in a few hours if you’re up to meeting everyone.” Thomas added and headed down the hall. Dream’s pale blue eyes watched him. This was one of the people he was supposed to kill? That was supposedly someone in league with the Shadow Man? He didn’t look like he could hurt a mosquito. Dream looked back to Patton and frowned. Everything seemed.. complicated. But he wasn’t allowed to survive if he failed. He had been given orders from Sir. Kill them both, or die trying. Dream sighed a little bit, feeling some odd weight settling heavy in his chest.

“Everything alright kiddo?” Patton asked. Dream simply nodded a little, though Patton was sure that there was something turning behind those pale eyes.

“Alright, so here is your room, why don’t you get settled in for a bit, and I’ll see you later alright?” he offered. Dream nodded and then stepped in the room. He could use some down time, and some peace and quiet to shove these weird conflicting emotions to the side. He had a job to do, and he wouldn’t fail Sir.

Thomas Sanders, and the Shadow Man were to die. That was all there was too it. So why did he have an odd tight feeling in his chest at the thought?

Dream sat down on the edge of the bed in the room and looked at the floor.

“.. i .. have to .. right?” he muttered out loud to the empty room.

T: AAAAAAAh, So you have me HOOKED on this idea! What a cool idea, a borrower sent to infiltrate the sanctuary! And oof, I just wanna give poor Dream a hug. But I am so here for him getting his walls slowly chipped away and him finally realizing that everyone here is really good, and him wrestling between that and what he’s been ordered to do...super cool, thank you for writing this!

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I have an idea for a tiny I would like to put here, but It's more in story format then writing up a profile. Do I need to make a profile or could I just do the story?

You can just do the story, that’s totally fine! There’s no set format for submitting OCs!

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Name: Blair Meyers

Age: 28

Appearance: Short black hair that always looks like she just cut it, brown eyes, on the fair side, pretty tall.

Sexuality: Bisexual aromantic

Backstory: Professional seamstress for tinies. Runs a shop downtown with her cousin April Bloom. She focuses on the repair/alteration part, while April makes the clothes based on clients’ demands. They’re known for having very high standards of clothing, extending a little bit to how they deal with clients. It’s called the Tiny Clothing B&B.

Thomas Sanders becomes a recurring client of theirs, and she’s always eager to get his projects done on time, something she rarely says for anyone else. She appreciates that he always has his tinies’ measurements ready for her.

Blair becomes insanely curious over how he has all these tinies and why he’s custom-tailoring their outfits. April tells her not to worry about it, because “seamstress-client confidentiality” (neither of them are sure that’s a real thing). Blair looks him up and finds the Sanders Sanctuary. She decides to pay a visit out of pure curiosity.

Personality: Has very high standards for everyone, including herself. She’s usually the face of the shop. She’s rather polite but deals insults in the same tone as everything else. Doesn’t like to deal with tinies any more than she has to. It’s just a job.

Other:

When she’s stressed she usually takes her measurements or the measurements of her tiny mannequins. It calms her.

She teaches people who come to her shop how to measure their tinies properly. She also makes two videos on this topic. One for the people, one for the tinies.

Name: Connie

Age: 19

Appearance: Longer black hair in a ponytail, precisely average

Backstory: A runaway tiny from a neglectful family of owners. She was barely five at the time, so she doesn’t remember much. Her parents died when she was in her early teens from stress-induced heart disease, so she had to fend for herself for a few years, hiding extensively. She currently lives in the B&B building (one of those office buildings) but usually stays in the shop.

April discovers her when both she and Blair are pulling an all-nighter and Blair’s gone to the bathroom. She trips and falls into a pile of fabric from surprise, but manages to grab Connie because it’s 2 am and she’s not thinking properly (neither of them are). When Blair comes back, she finds Connie simultaneously screaming and blushing and April alternately giggling and pulling fabric scraps out of her hair. After a few minutes of explaining, Connie agrees to check out the Sanders Sanctuary with them.

After the visit, Connie’s suggestion is just to pretend it never happened and just go back to borrowing, with the occasional check-in from the others to make sure she’s doing fine. April agrees. Blair just goes along to make her cousin happy.

Personality: Connie’s very shy and tends to go along with things. She understands people pretty well, all things given. She’s been hiding for a long time. She had to.

Other:

Still not perfect with socialization, but surprisingly good. She blends in well.

Has never, ever fallen in love before, but is a hopeless romantic. Especially loves the cheesy romance movies on the TV in the lobby.

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Pint-sized Pining

I worked on this with the wonderful @cefinitely-rolo and I think she deserves some credit for this too! Thanks for all the ideas!

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“I don’t know, Vi, something about her is just… Off,” I mumbled, picking at a few fibers on my friend’s bed. “Well, maybe you should get to know her, Ames, she doesn’t seem all that bad.” She responded, not looking up from posting something on the sanctuary’s Twitter. “But she’s so stubborn! She won’t even consider going to therapy, and even I went after I was healthy.” I sighed, looking up from my assault on Violet’s blanket. “If I remember correctly, you bitched and whined about it for almost a week before Emile dragged you into his office when you woke up screaming one night.”

“That’s different! I didn’t think I needed it, y'know?”

“Well did you ever think maybe Christina feels the same way? That she doesn’t need help?” Violet countered, turning away from her computer to face me with an amused glare.

I groaned and rolled over on the bed, my voice coming out muffled when I spoke next. “Ugggghhhh, fiiiinne, I’ll make an effort” I whined, sitting up and making grabby hands at Violet, signaling that I wanted help off the bed. She held out her hand and I hopped on, allowing her to gently lower me to the ground. “Thanks Vi, I’ll go and talk to her.”

“Good, go on, and if I hear one more report of you and Virgil having a screaming match, I’m not coming to your defense.” Violet chuckled, gently shoving me out the door of her bedroom.

“Love you to Vivi!”

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“Okay, make an effort, make an effort. C'mon, Ames, you’re an inch taller than her, it can’t be that hard to talk with someone so tiny right?” I mumbled to myself, not really paying attention to where I was walking until- WHAM - I collided with another borrower that I hadn’t even noticed walking towards me.

“Oowww, hey! Watch where you’re walking you-!” The tiny suddenly cut off, staring at me with a combination of horror and blush. “Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- ah! Christina, I was looking for you, are you okay? Your face is super red, did I hit your nose or something?” I asked, reaching my hand out to her face, but she jerked back before I could do anything. “I’m fine! Don’t touch-! I mean, I’m fine, thanks though.” Christina rushed out in all one breath. “You-uh, said you needed something, what’s up?” She asked, trying her best to compose herself before facing me. “Oh um, I know we haven’t really made an effort to really talk to each other, and I wanted to get to know each other, y'know?”

Christina started at me for a long time, whether with annoyance or confusion, I wasn’t sure, but after a while she opened her mouth again. “I would love to but Larry convinced me to go to therapy and that’s where I’m headed now, so maybe take a raincheck?” She offered, looking legitimately disappointed, so I nodded. “Of course, not a problem, maybe after?”

“Uhh, yeah, sure. I need to go now!” She waved a hasty goodbye and ran off in the direction of not Larry’s office, but Patton’s room. I stared after her for a few minutes before turning and walking to the Borrower Boulevard.

A few hours later I sat on my bed, reading a book and generally staring off into nothing, when I heard a knock at my door.

“Come in!” I called to the person behind the door. I thought I was going to be Patton or Virgil, but instead walked in Christina, holding a cupcake. “Hey, uhh, I wanted to um, give you this cupcake. Um, yeah!” She squeaked, her voice a much higher pitch than normal.

“Oh! Thank-” before I could finish the sentence, she had already ran out the room, leaving my door slightly ajar. I picked up the tiny cupcake off the ground and looked at the icing scrawled on top it, spelling out ‘<3 U.’ I stared at it for a bit, not sure why Christina of all people would hand me a cupcake, but I honestly don’t understand the girl at all, so maybe this is her way of saying she wants to make amends for our awkward meet a few hours ago.

I shrugged and but into the cupcake, surprised to find that it was peanut butter, my favorite flavor.

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“I swear, it’s insane! The girl won’t say two words to me, but almost every other day I find something from her at my doorway!” I ranted to Virgil. “It’s been almost a month! I don’t understand it at all!”

Virgil sat in silence for a moment and took a deep breath. “Oh you oblivious fucker,” he sighed, rubbing his temples.

“What?! What is that supposed to mean Virge? Nothing she does makes sense!” I groaned, standing up from Virgil’s bed and beginning to pace. “Listen Ames, maybe Christina feels something towards you.” Virgil offered.

“Christina? No way,” I scoffed, “she doesn’t seem like the type to just leave random gifts and say nothing about it! I mean, just this morning, she burst into my bedroom, yeeted a bouquet of flowers at me, stared me in the eye for a few seconds, and just booked it! I swear she’s insane!” I yelled, feeling my cheeks start to heat up.

“Ames, you’re blushing”

“Am not!”

“You totally like her!”

“Shut up! I’m gonna fuckin strangle you, you emo nightmare!”

“AMELIA LIKES CHRISTINA! AMELIA LIKES CHRISTINA!”

“SHUT UP!”

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A few days later, I heard a timid knock at my door and after allowing the person to enter, Christina walked in, looking one part bashful and one part ashamed.

“Hey, um… I just wanted to apologise for my- y'know- behavior this last month…” she mumbled, picking at a loose thread on her shirt.

“Oh! I was actually wondering why you stopped doing all those odd gestures of flirting.” I laughed lightly, standing up and walking over to her.

“You-you we’re? I thought for sure that it was annoying, I even talked with Thomas and Violet, and even they said to stop, that you didn’t like all those big gestures and I was doing it wrong.”

“Well, yes I do prefer smaller things, just simple things like wanting to be near me is often enough, but I did appreciate you trying. How did you know my favorite cake flavor by the way, I’ve only ever said that to….” I cut myself off and sighed, “you’ve been conspiring with Patton haven’t you?”

By the blush on Christina’s face, I knew I was right.

“Listen, I know you’re trying and I appreciate it, but whatever your doing isn’t going to win my affection so easily. I want it be friends with someone before I want to date them, so for now, and we’ll see where it goes from there, friends?”

Christina faced me with a flirty expression, “friends with benefits?”

“Friends.”

She gave me a cute pout and sighed, “oh, okay, friends then.”

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T: Aww, this is so cute! Hopeless little babs in love! Thank you so much for writing this!

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I guessed it might be that way, but I thought it would be better to ask and make sure. Thank you ^_^

No problem, friend!

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If I was to do a third fan fiction, uh if it's ok for me to, in the same line as the first two(as in about main characters). Would you like me to send it here or the other one?

If a fic mainly features the main characters, it’d go to the @sanders-sanctuary-au, if it mainly features ocs, it goes here!

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Should I submit a fanfic centered around two ocs here or on the other blog?

This would be the place for it!

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Tauriel Gravade (not the best artwork, but I tried)

Tauriel is 15. She is 3 ¼ inches small. She can be a but of a snarky little jerk at times, yet she’s working on moving that out of her personality. She was born into the wild, and captured around when she had turned eight. She had been assigned to the film industry, though she absolutely hated it, and would panic any time she was placed in front if a camera, which never turned out very well. The set director didn’t have time to fix a hole that one of the human actors has punched into the wall while in a fit of rage, leading to her and some other borrowers to escape through the hole. She found out about the sanctuary through rumors that she had heard, and wanted to check out the place for herself.