#tinysides

Heya! I haven’t written a real fic on this tumblr yet, but @tinysidestrashcaptain inspired me to write a tiny sides fic so this is the result! I hope you enjoy!

Royal Nightmare

Ships: (None)

Word ~ 830 ~

Warnings: Nightmares, crying. (Let me know if there is anything else.)

Logan’s padded footsteps sounded quietly as he tiptoed slowly through the dark hall in only his socks. He had just tucked Virgil into bed with his favorite Nightmare Before Christmas plushy and now had plans of finishing a chapter of his book before exhaustion completely overtook him. Patton had put Roman to bed only an hour earlier, and was not surprised to see the moral aspect sitting on the couch waiting for him, with Logan’s book in his hands.

Summary: Patton is babysitting his three younger cousins. The oldest, Logan, says that he is sick and can’t go to school, but Patton can tell that something else is going on.

Pairings: platonic/familial LAMP, mainly Logicality

Words: 2,597

Content warnings: mention of illness, li'l bit of lying, discussion about bullying and dehumanization, crying, alexythemia, tickling.

Notes: Hello! Anonymous Turtle here again to drop a tiny!Sides angsty/hurt-comfort/fluffy fic! Enjoy! <3

Patton was staying over at his cousins’ house on a Thursday this time. His community college schedule was so much easier to work with for babysitting than his high school schedule had been, and his aunts were grateful for his help, since they were so busy with their business and travels.

Sitting in the living room while Virgil read a book and Roman ran around, rescuing stuffed animals from various precarious situations, Patton hadn’t expected Logan to come out of his room before dinner. He was usually busy with his homework. But Logan had been particularly quiet all day, and he came into the living room looking pale and tired.

Warning: Food Mention, Cursing

Help! I’m puking from fluff!! This is so fluffy. I don’t even know how. This is a tiny sides fic. I saw the prompt on @tinysidestrashcaptain‘s blog and me having a soft spot for tickle fics, I just had to write it. No warnings except a crap ton of tickling and crap ton of fluff. I’m tag @pirate-patton too, because yes. If anyone wants to check out the ts tickle fics I’ve written in the past *cough* @cefstickles *cough* Anyways though. Hope you enjoy!

It had been about four weeks since the loving dad had been turned into a tiny tot and boy was the child rambunctious. He would get himself into all sorts of trouble without meaning too. From getting into Logan’s desk looking for paperclips to sneaking into Virgil’s room and fiddling with his headphones even when the the darker aspect had specifically told him not too.

You see, Patton had a hard time with the word “No” as young children do sometimes, so finding a system that the child would respond to was really hard for Virgil, Roman, and Logan. Luckily, the answer came to them subtly when one day Virgil noticed how the tyke responded to physical touch. Morality would always lean closer whenever one of the sides touched him. The sides took note and began to experiment with the new found information. At first it was a pat on the head, but that quickly evolved to a gentle hug, hand-holding, or even piggy back rides. But, the game of touch changed drastically when baby Patton got his first bout of tickles.

Roman remembers it like it was last week, because it basically was. They were all in the living room hanging out, Logan was reading aloud to the tiny tyke on his lap, while the other two played checkers on the floor. The teacher was gently running a hand across Patton’s back while the latter enjoyed both the sweet sound of Logan’s voice and the physical contact he was being given.

It happened when Logan’s hand had accidentally strayed to his side, causing the little tyke to let out an adorable giggle. This alerted the logical trait to the child on his lap as Patton looked up at him with curiosity and wonder. He raised an eyebrow at the young child after a grin had instantly spread across Patton’s face and said “Again! Again!” This caused Virgil and Roman to look up from their game of chess to see what little Pat was excited about.

Understanding what the child was wanting, Logan carefully put the book aside as he let a small smile play across his lips only motioning to Roman and Virgil to watch what was happening. Logan began by carefully rubbing Patton’s back in the same manner that he was before, but delicately moved his fingers to Patton’s sides. Upon contact, Patton instantly squealed and began to squirm on Logan’s lap, giggling delightfully.

Both sides ‘awwed’ but noticed that, Patton wasn’t stopping Logan. The logical trait only allowed the tickling to continue for a little bit longer, before he pulled his hands away. This left a panting, pouty Patton on Logan’s lap demanding more tickles. Roman wanted to tickle him right after, but a deduction from Logan suggested they use to their advantage by rewarding tiny Patton with tickles.

That had all happened last week and Roman still didn’t get his chance to tickle baby Patton. Now that Virgil and Logan were both busy with their own frivolities, Roman had his chance. The tyke had been relatively good today, keeping his hands away from things that shouldn’t be touched because at the end of the day he would be rewarded.

The royal was in the kitchen cooking a bowl of soup for himself and Patton when the tyke toddled in, obviously looking for Logan or Virgil. They had been the only ones that Patton had received tickles from before, so it was only natural to go back to them again. Roman gave a small smile before alerting the toddler of his presence.

“Why hello Patton. Are you looking for Virgil and Logan?”

“Uh-huh.” The tyke nodded his head vigorously up and down.

Roman put the soup on simmer before walking up to the toddler. “Well, I’m sorry to say, but it seems as if they are both busy at this moment in time. I do not think they are in the proper position to give you your daily dose of tickles.” The child’s head lowered sadly. “But, I know who can!”

Roman gave the tyke an eyebrow wiggle before moving to the couch in the living room, the child tailing behind curiously.

“How about I tickle thee?” Roman asked as he sat down. This earned a squeal of joy from the youngster as Patton threw himself onto Roman’s lap and squirmed upright and horizontally in order to face his fellow side.

“‘ickle me?” Patton asked sheepishly through his anticipated giggles. Roman didn’t think he could get any cuter.

“With pleasure my dear Patton, but do know that the true tickle monster has been deprived of his dinner for 1 week too long! And he is hungry!” With an evil smirk, Roman held up his wiggling fingers above Patton’s sides before gently lowering them and scribbling teasingly.

“Nuuuuuuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!!” Baby Patton was in hysterics quickly, but enjoying every minute of it. Roman’s fingers gently darting from tickle spot to tickle spot, giving the child exactly what he wanted. Sadly, Roman had to stop to give the tiny tot the break he needed and just like all other times Patton didn’t want his tickler to stop.

“I’m sorry little prince, but you needed a breather.”

“No! More! More!”

Concept: The sides were turned into children, around seven years old.  Thomas then must take care of all four as well as deal with whatever the consequences that come with the aspects of his personality are youngins. The original tinysides concept I believe started with @mewsicalmiss

also Pairings: As adults Roman/Patton

Warnings: Death, anxiety, I don’t think there are more but if there are please let me know!

Roman had just come back from the dreamscape world. He had felt pretty good about what he had done today, he decided to finally face the Dragonwitch.  It had been a long day of sword fighting, he was not going to leave the cave until they were finally vanquished. Eventually, he finally got one good sword jab in that killed that mean Dragonwitch. Little did Roman know that the Dragonwitch had a son, Peter. Upon seeing his mother vanquished this boiled his blood, he vowed revenge on this Prince!  Peter followed the Prince and realized Roman had other duties he had to attend to before leaving.  Peter took this time to sneak into the mindscape.

Once in the mindscape Peter was a little disoriented, he looked around the room and found a large bed with a canopy above it. He found someone was still sleeping in that bed, it was Patton.  Peter had time to think about what would be a suitable way to avenge his mother. Eventually, he decided that turning Roman’s friends and boyfriend into children would have to do. Peter had heard Roman scream that “This is to keep Patton safe!” before he killed the Dragonwitch.  Before leaving the dreamscape Peter had concocted a potion to turn all four to children.  He knew there were four because he had seen all of them roaming about the dream world at some time or another. He approached the sleeping side cautiously and sprinkled the potion on Patton and watched in delight as the side became a small child.  He looked relatively peaceful, Peter was surprised that Patton had not woken up.  Deciding that his work was done in that room he moved on to the next victim.

Peter then moved into the hallway.  He heard some mumbling so he walked in the direction that he thought the noise came from. Eventually, he approached a door that was slightly cracked and he found Logan.  Logan was sitting at his computer trying to make a detailed schedule for Thomas to follow.  Peter couldn’t really understand what the logical side was mumbling but it sounded like, “The others better appreciate all the work and time that goes into this schedule. So help me if Patton or Roman try to change anything.” The door was slightly ajar so Peter slowly crept through the doorway and approached Logan.  Once close enough he took some of the potion and chucked it at the side and watched as he began to decline in age. Figuring that he should not take any chances he had a sleeping potion, that was only temporary, five minutes at most, to sprinkle on this one to not interfere with the last side or the trap for the prince. With the logical side soundly sleeping in the computer desk chair as a small child, Peter moved on to the next victim.

Peter returned to the hallway hoping he chose the right way to find the last one, Virgil. Peter actually sort of related to Virgil in the way that other people and new situation made both of them extremely nervous so they avoided it at all costs. He approached the common room and found Virgil was asleep with Tumblr open on his laptop. Verge was sleeping on his stomach with his laptop in front of him on the couch. Peter was apprehensive about changing Virgil just because he connected with the anxious side on a level no one else had.  He then thought about how Roman killed his mother and how proud she would be for avenging her.  He wasn’t worried about Virgil waking up so Peter just poured the potion made for this side on Virgil and watched in amazement as the side shrunk down to being seven years old.  He had wished they would be younger but seven was a good enough age.

Peter was making his way back to what he assumed was Roman’s room when he heard a noise from said room.  He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening but wanted to be prepared so upon hearing the noise he grabbed the sleeping potion and the deaging potion and approached the room with caution, upon entering the doorway to his horror he found the Prince had returned early. Roman was looking in wonder at the tiny child sleeping in his bed. He wasn’t entirely sure but the child looked like Patton. He kneeled down next to the bed and started to attempt to wake the side. What Roman didn’t notice was that behind him Peter was approaching the fanciful side from behind ready to douse him in the potion. Roman could sense a presence out of the ordinary so he turned around.  Once Roman turned around he was met with a face full of potion and Peter said, “this is for my mother.” Peter then returned to the dreamscape feeling proud of everything he had accomplished

Thomas was trying to make a video and needed input from his sides.  He summoned the fanciful side in order to think up an idea.  Roman appeared in his usual clothing but smaller.

Roman, “you called?”

Thomas obviously was taken aback by the seven-year-old, “What happened!”

Roman, “we aren’t really sure but it may have something to do with the dragonwitch”

Thomas “Did you say WE?!”

Roman then summons the other traits. Logan appears in a button-down shirt, khakis, and a clip-on tie. Patton appeared next in his cat onesie. Finally, Virgil appeared in an oversized hoodie to the point that you could only see his ankles.

Thomas squealing, “What the heck! You all are so small!!!!”

Virgil recoils at the loud noise, Thomas notices and tones it down slightly. Thomas looks at Logan for clarification.

Logan, “Well it seems we are all small, it’s Roman’s fault, and this is not good.”

Thomas stopped listening and had started playing pattycake with Patton.

Logan and Virgil both seemed very annoyed with this turn of events. Thomas stopped playing pattycake and decided to listen to the logical side.

Thomas, “Well obviously you guys can’t go back to the mind palace so I guess we are having a sleepover here!”

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to get out! I’m not sure if I want to continue it or not. If you’d like me to I will.

Warnings: Anxiety attacks, passing out 

Consequences Part 1

Consequences Part 2

Consequences Part 3

Consequences Part 4

Consequences Part 5

Part 6:

Virgil was standing to the side so that Roman could comfort Patton when he felt a strange sensation. The world had gone a little hazy and he was feeling lightheaded, then the world went black. The others watched in horror as the anxious trait fell to the floor, they noticed him hitting the floor before they noticed that he was no longer tiny. Logan was the first one to approach the anxious sides’ body crumpled on the floor.  Logan, “Roman can you go get a wet washcloth and a blanket.” The tiny fanciful side left Patton’s side unwillingly but knew that he was the only option. Roman started rushing really wishing they were in the mindpalace so they could just make what they wanted to appear. He was moving so quickly that he missed a step on the way down, still very much not used to using these short little legs for running and questing. Roman knowing that Logan, the only one who would be capable of worrying about others currently, would be worried so he called back up the stairs, “I’m fine, just ignore all the noise you heard!” He could almost feel Logan rolling his eyes at the Prince’s pride, even at seven Logan was still sassy and Roman was still Thomas’ ego so had some issue admitting wrongdoing or mistakes. Roman had finally gathered himself and found a washcloth then had to figure out how to get it wet.  He went and got a chair, thinking that being small is really tough, nothing should take this much work. After finally getting the washcloth damp and grabbing a blanket from the couch he made his way back to the stairs, the large blanket dragging behind him on the staircase. Once upstairs he walked to where Logan was located and handed the logical side the water while he spread the blanket over Virgil.

Roman returned to taking care of Patton, as best as one seven-year-old can take care of another. Patton was still in fetal position struggling with breathing in any sort of rhythm, still looking more like Virgil than himself.  He looked gaunt and thinner somehow, even though barely any time had passed. With further inspection, Roman’s heart hurt seeing Pat this way. He wondered if Virgil felt this way most days and how he coped with it. Roman went back to sitting crisscross and put Morality’s head in his tiny lap, from this vantage point he could see that Thomas wasn’t looking much better than Pat. Thomas was slumped against the wall looking like he could pass out at any moment. Roman looked between Thomas and the moral side and began to feel overwhelmed. He was really beginning to wish they were all grown again, or for Virgil to at least be awake in order to help this situation. The uncertainty and overwhelming sensation that Roman felt had him near tears but he knew that he had to be strong since Thomas and Patton were a mess, so he decided to hold back the tears, he could cry later in a more suitable atmosphere.

   Virgil bolted upright and looked around, he was terrified, Thomas, Roman, and Patton were all experiencing varying levels of anxiety and he could feel it, even though every instinct told him to run he had to fight it, the two seven-year-olds didn’t deserve to have to suffer through his burden. He turned toward where Thomas was, in awe and shock.  After everything Virgil had made Thomas suffer through he never once saw the host look this defeated and powerless. Virgil knew that he had to get control over this situation he grabbed Thomas since he looked like he was the most stable, which wasn’t saying a lot given his competition. Virgil moved Thomas to the opposite side of the room where Roman and Patton were sat, he set Thomas against this new wall next to his tiny sides. Virgil sat in front of the three rather anxious sides, “Can you all hear me?” He got a nod out of Roman, a soft groan from Patton, and Thomas was staring blankly at him. Virgil, “Hey Logan can you bring me that washcloth?” Logan brought Virgil the washcloth not really sure what his plan was but interested to see. As an adult, Logan had read in-depth on how to help someone with anxiety come down from an attack, but his brain at seven could not filter that information when he needed it now. Virgil set the cold wet washcloth on the back of Thomas’ neck, he hoped the cold would help bring him back to reality, it did to an extent he looked like he was alive and processing again. Virgil, “Alright now that I think you all can hear me, we need to focus on other things. Let’s first try that breathing exercise Talyn gave us. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight. Let’s do this a couple more times.” With each repetition, he could feel the anxiety in the room lessen. He was frustrated that all three of them had to feel the same way he did. He was anxiety, he made sure to take on all of that in order to keep the others safe. He was worried about how they would all react the next time he had an attack, would they be overbearing and make it worse since they know how bad it is? He shuddered at that thought, he had been coping with all these feeling for many years, while his tactics were not the healthiest, they kept the others safe. He would gladly put himself in harm’s way with his coping mechanisms if it meant the others and Thomas were safe.

Concept: So this is a continuation of my tinysides fic but this is from the person’s point of view who caused them all to be tiny. There is also a flashback to them as adults.

Warnings: anxiety, depression, jealousy (I don’t think there are more.)

Consequences Part 1

Consequences Part 2

Consequences Part 3

Consequences Part 4

Consequences Part 6

Pairings: Virgil/ Logan (As adults!)

While Peter had to return to the dreamscape before having the chance to marvel at his work.  He had a couple tricks up his sleeve, his mother had a crystal ball and he was certain that he could once again charm it to keep track of the four tiny sides. One of his pastimes was to watch what the four of them were doing, mainly Virgil, but sometimes he just wanted to know what it was like to have a family. Upon returning to his mother’s cave he realized that he was not prepared to enter whatever scene awaited him. Unbeknownst to him, Roman had given his mother a proper burial underneath a weeping willow tree on top of the hill. Not wanting to go into the cave he conjured up the crystal ball and went to the park. It only took him about an hour to get the crystal ball to show him the four sides. He was a little confused on why there were five when it first came about or that the fifth one was also grown. After watching for a while he gathered that the four tiny sides have a lot of influence on the adult. Peter’s focus was to watch Virgil. Some more time had passed and it had become apparent that being tiny was impeding the life of the adult they called “Thomas.” He had been watching intently as the panic spread among the children and they had to comfort Thomas as well as each other. Peter was watching the whole scene unfold in Thomas’ bedroom, he was proud of himself and the chaos and discourse that he had created. He was about to put the crystal ball away long enough to go grab something to eat, but then something had caught his attention. The Prince had said that he remembers hearing and seeing someone approaching before he became a child. Peter mentally kicked himself wishing he had been quicker and sneakier so that his identity could remain a mystery. Roman’s room had made Peter become more dramatic when seeking his revenge, the way he acted and things he said are not what normal people say, these things happen in the movies, not in real life! Peter was absent-mindedly watching the scene that played out before him while thinking about everything he could’ve done differently when getting revenge.

    Then his eyes picked up on the slightest bit of magic in the crystal ball. It seems the potion was wearing off Virgil. Peter had been fond of the edgy side, he was very like Peter. It was nice to know that other people woke up some days and could not get out of bed. There were days when he would watch, that Virgil just laid in bed listening to music at the highest volume possible. Most days when Virgil was like that Peter noticed that no one really bothered him but recently the one with the tie had started to show up on these particularly bad days. Peter remembered vividly one-day Virgil had woke up looking like literal death, the eyeshadow wasn’t even necessary due to the bags underneath the anxious side’s eyes. Virgil had decided that even in his almost all dark room it was somehow still too light. He got up only to find a wet washcloth over his face. Virgil had worn sweatpants without a shirt to bed and instantly regretted his decision to wear pants. It was hotter than it ever had been before, Roman must have touched the thermostat.  He then lowered the temperature in his room to a temperature made for actual humans to live in like 65 degrees Fahrenheit.  He didn’t have the patience to wait for his room to fully drop to this acceptable temperature so he removed the sweats grabbed a washcloth and then dampened it and returned to bed. Once back safely in his bed he placed his headphones on and put the volume all the way up, he would never tell the others that on particularly bad days he had a special playlist consisting of Ultimate Storytime album as well as songs from Heathers the musical, specifically Thomas singing. While these two moments had made Virgil work overtime now that those events had passed without anything too traumatic, it meant that he could look back without too much anxiety. Virgil had “Meant to be Yours” turned on full volume with the washcloth over his eyes. With all these attempts at keeping stimulus out, he didn’t hear when Logan knocked on the door. Logan was trying to help Thomas make a schedule but that was near impossible on Virgil’s really bad days, so he opted to go to the anxious sides’ room. He knocked and waited for a response but one never came.  Curiosity and worry overcame Logan’s logical thinking so he turned the knob and opened the door. It was much too dark to be able to gain any information from the room so he summoned a flashlight.  With the flashlight in hand, he could see that Virgil was still lying in bed. Logan had already put logic in the wind so when approaching the bed, he became brave and crawled into bed. The slight movement of the bed scared Virgil that he pinned the logical side down to the bed.  Virgil really didn’t want to turn on the lights or even interact with people but he had to know what person dared come into his room without permission and especially on a bad day. He made the lights go up and found himself in only his boxers sitting on Logan’s torso. The logical side looked terrified, Virgil quickly released him and tried to put as much distance between the two of them without it being too obvious. Logan slowly crossed the bed to where Virgil was now seated and tried to not stare or have his mouth open as he took in Virgil’s look. This obviously didn’t make sense since they all looked exactly the same but somehow looking at Virgil when he couldn’t hide behind his hoodie or run away. He finally sat next to the anxious side.  Neither of them spoke, the other understanding that speaking was something that just wouldn’t work today.  Logan grabbed Virgil’s hand and they sat like that for who knows how long, for each of the sides it felt like an eternity. He eventually got the courage to lay back, what he didn’t expect was for Virgil to do the same. So there they lay for the rest of the day Logan completely dressed in his usual teacherly attire and Virgil only wearing boxers.  Eventually, Virgil became comfortable with Logan’s company and decided to initiate touch, he rolled over so that his head and chest were on top of Logan.  They laid there until both of them fell asleep and then eventually woke up the next morning. Neither of them felt the need to talk about what happened yesterday but they both seemed content with allowing it to happen more frequently, every day would be best.

Peter had thought that it must be nice to have someone who is so concerned about you and to fully accept everything that is “wrong” with you. He had never experienced such unconditional support or love from anyone.  He was jealous, he was even jealous just replaying the memory. Was he jealous of the support Virgil had or that Logan was the one who was able to give it to him? He immediately dismissed this thought, he wasn’t made to love.

Concept: The sides are seven but still have some general knowledge and stuff from being 28. 

Consequences Part 1

Consequences Part 2

Consequences Part 3

Consequences Part 5

Consequences Part 6

Tag list: @fandomsandanythingelse @tinysidestrashcaptain @fanfictionsideaccount

Warning: Anxiety attacks and general, self-doubt, I don’t think there are others

Thomas was overwhelmed and sitting on the floor in his room. While Thomas knew he had faced worse things like heartbreak and other very emotionally charged things, having the aspects of his personality stuck at the age of seven was beginning to take its toll. The anxiety about the monster in the closet was just the beginning of things that shouldn’t affect a twenty-eight-year-old. He had no idea how they were supposed to do a vlog tomorrow when everyone was still seven. It was like Thomas couldn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. He wasn’t feeling very optimistic, at that point, Patton came in looking a little green.

All the negative thoughts were affecting Patton while he was the personification of Thomas’ morality he was also there to help support him in everything he did. Patton wasn’t feeling himself today, he was doubting, angry, scared, and maybe anxious. Virgil seemed to pick up on the father figure’s odd demeanor. He moved toward the moral side apprehensively. He could sense the emotions that were weighing down the embodiment of Thomas’ heart.  He looked across the room where Thomas was seated, he didn’t look well. He looked pale, exhausted, and on the brink of an anxiety attack. Virgil was curious how that would work since he was Thomas’ anxiety and he felt fine, a little afraid of the unknown and not being a grown-up that nothing substantial enough to cause an attack. Logan was coaching Thomas on breathing and attempting to reassure him.  Logan wasn’t too sure of the proper technique on consoling or comforting someone. He decided maybe some physical contact, Logan was obviously apprehensive of this new skill so he decided to sit crisscross in front of Thomas. The little logical side put his forehead against Thomas’, remembering something about grounding helping during a panic attack.  Logan still had the majority of his facts, words, and other concepts but it was like they were blurry and out of focus that he couldn’t quite access all of them.