it was unmistakeable
the petting and cooing - it was making her smaller
she was nervous seeing her date, who she was sure she had been taller than, tower further and further above her
but she needed more of this affection
every gentle caress, every “good girl” made her heart soar
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it was unmistakeable
the petting and cooing - it was making her smaller
she was nervous seeing her date, who she was sure she had been taller than, tower further and further above her
but she needed more of this affection
every gentle caress, every “good girl” made her heart soar
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had she known that her invitation to this party was conditional on her being reduced to an incomprehensibly small size...
...put under a microscope for the other guests to take turns cooing over how small and helpless she is
would she have still accepted it?
she is too flustered to know
had she known that her invitation to this party was conditional on her being reduced to an incomprehensibly small size...
...put under a microscope for the other guests to take turns cooing over how small and helpless she is
would she have still accepted it?
she is too flustered to know
the problem with leaving clothing unattended when living with fairies is
sometimes they *really* want to nap in something soft and warm
and that glove you left on a counter was too tempting to resist
and you’d have to be heartless to wake such a tiny little thing from their nap, right?
the problem with leaving clothing unattended when living with fairies is
sometimes they *really* want to nap in something soft and warm
and that glove you left on a counter was too tempting to resist
and you’d have to be heartless to wake such a tiny little thing from their nap, right?
the much-tinier than usual fairy perched on the concerned human's finger
her wings far less vibrantly-coloured as the glow of her magic still shone through them
"don't worry!" her voice chimed, as sweetly as always "this happens every autumn!"
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the much-tinier than usual fairy perched on the concerned human's finger
her wings far less vibrantly-coloured as the glow of her magic still shone through them
"don't worry!" her voice chimed, as sweetly as always "this happens every autumn!"
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I kick my shoes off and roll into bed, holding my little dragon plushie to my chest
it’s barely the evening and it’s already been such a long day
and hugging this cute toy always takes away my stress, my worries…
and my size
already feeling twice as big in my arms as I lay down
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I kick my shoes off and roll into bed, holding my little dragon plushie to my chest
it’s barely the evening and it’s already been such a long day
and hugging this cute toy always takes away my stress, my worries…
and my size
already feeling twice as big in my arms as I lay down
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an indescribable mix of emotions
these feelings bigger than I am
is there anything that isn't?
this is impossible, this is too much
this is unfair
I don’t want to think about what this ground is
I don’t want to identify what’s in the sky as anything but surreal, abstract shapes
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an indescribable mix of emotions
these feelings bigger than I am
is there anything that isn't?
this is impossible, this is too much
this is unfair
I don’t want to think about what this ground is
I don’t want to identify what’s in the sky as anything but surreal, abstract shapes
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if I wasn’t so tired, if I wasn’t with you
I’d be terrified, onboard this massive train crowded with giants
yet I find myself drifting off within your necklace, the glass muffling the overwhelming sounds from outside
so close to your chest, your warmth... the gentle rhythm of your heart
if I wasn’t so tired, if I wasn’t with you
I’d be terrified, onboard this massive train crowded with giants
yet I find myself drifting off within your necklace, the glass muffling the overwhelming sounds from outside
so close to your chest, your warmth... the gentle rhythm of your heart
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The fairy was almost overwhelmed just *looking* at the precious contents of her hand.
She was still struggling to come to terms with it but…
...there was an incredibly small fairy sleeping in her palm. About as small to her as she was to a human.
So tiny.
So fragile...
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The fairy was almost overwhelmed just *looking* at the precious contents of her hand.
She was still struggling to come to terms with it but…
...there was an incredibly small fairy sleeping in her palm. About as small to her as she was to a human.
So tiny.
So fragile...
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it was the 5th night in a row with some nightmare about the little fairy I had befriended getting seriously hurt… or worse from my own moments of carelessness...
I almost felt sick as she fluttered closer to me
why were my dreams always showing me how fragile her little body was?
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it was the 5th night in a row with some nightmare about the little fairy I had befriended getting seriously hurt… or worse from my own moments of carelessness...
I almost felt sick as she fluttered closer to me
why were my dreams always showing me how fragile her little body was?
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Like Geoguesser, but with a fingertip instead of Earth
Like Geoguesser, but with a fingertip instead of Earth