baby talk to them! this always makes me feel super duper small!
make them feel like a learning baby! ask them questions like, ‘what colour is this?’
call them ‘baby’ names! ‘little one’, ‘baby’, etc.
ask them if they want to be small! “is my baby feeling little?” or “do you need to regress?”
help them with things! tie their shoes, help them put on their jacket, help them reach something… say things like, “you’re too little for that, let me help you.”
do ‘small’ activities with them! bring out a colouring book for them, watch their favourite baby show with them, etc.
praise them! this isn’t particularly a ‘little’ thing, but it always makes me feel small when my daddy says things like, “good job, baby!” maybe add in some things like, “i’m proud of you!” or “you did so good!”
tell them you want to take care of them! when my daddy can tell i need to regress, he says things like, “daddy needs to take care of his baby” and “daddy misses his little one”
cuddle them! snuggles with your cg will make any little feel safe, loved, and small <3
rock them! rock your little in your arms, just a bit, and it may help them feel small! it’s very comforting for me, especially when im having a bad day.
carry them places! when they are sleepy is the best time to do it — carry them to bed and tuck them in, or carry them just for fun! bounce them when you’re holding them for an added bonus ! :•)
pour them drinks and cut up their food for them! it makes me feel so small when daddy’s prepared a snack for me and poured some juice in a sippy cup.
make them ‘baby’ snacks! baby carrots, chicken nuggets, grilled cheese, sliced apples…these snacks are the best for making a little one feel small and special!
The silence stretched too long. I shifted from foot to foot, unable to see the Great Abyss’s – or Abby’s, if that’s what it wants to call itself - expression. I mean, it probably didn’t matter what it thought of my silly excuse of a name, or of me. The best I could hope for is that it’d find the taste of my soul satisfying enough to not destroy my world for a few more decades.
Can you tell I have a thing for eldritch creatures being weird about gender?
It’s a little cheating only ‘cause I suck at paragraph breaks, but:
“You didn’t deserve what happened to you. …I swear, that bitch is going to stay out for good. I promise you that. And trust me, I’m always glad to know you’re safe and sound.“ Cobalt snuggled deeper into her arms. ”…I… thank you.“ He said. The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and mindlessly staring at the kitchen ceiling. Ruby snapped back into reality first, Shiro having started to nudge at her face with his moist nose. ”…Can I get a melatonin too?“ “Sure, Ruby.” “Sleepover time?” “Yeah. I’d like that.”
It was a little relationship excersize (///) I love them
Cobalt definitely believes kissing the homies is okay because Ruby told him it’s okay if they have socks on
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Thank you Atlas <3
Apparently I stopped writing in the middle of a line so I’m doing last two lines.
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Three years was a long time. Enough time to get back to her life,
“Oh be serious, Christopher. We all know our dearest Val wouldn’t be caught dead in some musty old comic shop.” Maybe they could be caught dead somewhere else then. The conversation shifts as Marisa laughs, “He’s such a tease, Val.”
“Isn’t he just? Wicky, Darling, I’m thirsty. Should we get something to drink?”
I don’t drink, he almost says but they know that already so he holds his tongue and nods dutifully with a parting smile for Marisa. It’s almost a relief to get away from the incessant chatter. He could zone out right now, listen to the string quartet, and let himself drift.
The flavors were stronger than anything he’d had in weeks. Everything about it was perfect. Too perfect. He took a second bite and that’s when he heard them crunch a sharp pain in his mouth. He fished out a small piece of glass from his mouth. Covered in food and a little of his own blood. He slowly looked down at the plate. It looked completely normal, just like Villain;sitting across from him eating without a second glance.
A fist closed around his waist and he let it, barely breathing. He wouldn’t be able to get out of the box alone, couldn’t climb up the walls with no help. However, once he was up and out of it, he released a spell to heat the air around him quickly.
The man cursed as the small sprite in his hand suddenly burned him like a fiery coal - and dropped it.
The table top was farther than Nik had expected, and while he knew the impact would hurt, he didn’t expect it to knock the breath out of him.
Unfortunately I haven’t written since the last last line tag I’m gonna pick another WIP file which I have neglected for even longer.
“You’re… you’re rather young, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Caldyn said.
Leon made a low noise, conveying agreement. “Our people learned much and quickly in the early days. Not only the language. Reading and writing, crafting and cooking. So much knowledge, not only from the humans. But imagine one of the explorers coming back, bringing you a recipe that requires something called butter, and you have no idea what that is.” Leon laughed. “Then you wait for a few months for the answer. More often than not, we didn’t wait. We tried our best, we failed and succeeded and tried again. Ask Lily, she’s older than me. When she was a sapling, our people barely knew what an oven was.”
“I’m not that much older than you,” Lily insisted.
Alec floated into an uneasy sleep, hugging a spare pillow to his chest and wishing he was in his own bed, snuggling with Dorian.
He flinched hard as he was roughly shaken awake, gasping as if he’d come out from underwater. “Sorry—” he forced out on instinct, wrenching his gaze up to meet Raina’s eyes. “I— I didn’t mean to—”
Thanks for the tag!!! :D Took me a while since I haven’t written in ages XD This is for a prompt that’s been sitting in my inbox for way too long, but now I finally had some ideas ;)
He wouldn’t have deemed it possible, but if anything, things had gotten worse after Jonah’s panic attack. He barely spoke. Didn’t eat unless forced to do so. Kept trembling even when he was just sitting on the couch, watching tv. And - the most remarkable change - he had become incredibly clingy.
“Hm.” His new owner said, looking down at Miles from where he wiggled in the cage. “I’ve already signed all the papers I need to. Could I take it home now?”
Thank you for the tags, guys! <3 Lol, from an ask from sideblog <3
Then Apple scrambles across the floor, hugs Jimmy’s legs, and sobs harder. “I-I’m—I’m sor—” He chokes on his hot tears and buries his face in the soft fabric of Jimmy’s pants.
