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Sleepy afternoons

i drew another think an i realy like this one! took me maybe 15 hours, like a lot of work but it turned out super cute so idm.

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the fuzzies

it's like cotton, i think. it's like someone filled my head with cotton, cotton of the softest kind plucks from the clouds themselves, the clouds of my dreams, the clouds of my lost sleep. they muffle the busy thoughts in my brain, ones bumper cars bouncing and bumping around only now to be met with buffers of such cotton to tap and thump against dampening the words they'd dared to spell. it's like i'm shrinking, falling deeper to my shirt, one much too big for me, down to the pollon filled fields down below; fields id find the clouds in once more, clouds of my dreams, clouds of sleep.

i call it the fuzzies.

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🫧bathtimes⭐

i swear bathtimes are so truly magical.

it's the bubbles i think- the sparkling, dazzling bubbles catching spiraling, shining rays of the nights setting sun. it almost seems to encapsulate it, trap it amongst the millions of universes popping around you as if whispering stories, giggling them through each popped sphere so innocently.

if not for the bubbles perchance its the water. isn't it mesmerizing how beautifully clear it is? rolling and sliding over your tiny feet, clinging to each strand of hair running drips down your little nose. could it be for the water and its giddy glow?

if not for the bubbles, if not for the water, could it be for the sound, the smell? it's hard to describe but something about it is just so simply warm, steam tickling your face and wrapping around your shoulders goosebumps were chased away off; the warmth, the smell, the soapy scent and its waterlogged touch so wonderfully pure and sweet.

i wonder if it is not just one of thies, but all of them. is the sound not magical? their giggles and whispers telling you tales spun only for your ears. is the smell not perfect? so gentle and soft filling your head with the clouds sleep would settle upon. is the water not wonderful? in all of its glistening, splashing glory wrapping the room in its echoing droplets and rippling?

yes, bathtime is truly magical, for all the parts we hold so dearly.

sweet dreams little one, get some well deserved rest <33

-cry⭐

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”Block don’t report 🥺” says the nsfw account posting in sfw spaces.

I’m gonna keep reporting you until you learn to keep it to yourself.

Stay. In. Your. Tags.

Agere has, is, and always will be sfw. It’s a Coping Mechanism.

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🧸sleepy little one ⭐

good evening little ones! i believe it is once again time for bed. oh but how dearly you'd like to stay up and count the stars, watch the trees and fall to the worlds you find hidden in cartoons you do adore so deeply. but sweetie your much too little for that.

deny it all you want but i see the way those eyelids start to flutter. i see the little yawns and struggled whines to keep yourself up just five minutes longer.

but your much too little for that.

don't you feel the tug of sleep? her cotton soft touch pulling you to clouds floating so tall, falling over you like blankets to shape to your every move? do you not feel the settle of the moon pooling there up above you? for he too is tucking in for a night deep with slumber so milky and whole its peace is one so many do crave. do you not feel the fuzzy haze drifting between your ears to fill your head and send you tumbling down smaller and smaller?

i know you'd like to stay up, i think we all do at the end of each silky day, but, you are far too little for that.

i think its best you sleep now, dear little one.

goodnight

sweet dreams

-cry⭐

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✨fireflies⭐✨

hey there little one! today i had something pretty special to tell you, something special about all those busy little dreams rushing and knocking around in that little sleepy head of yours.

i know they can seem overwhelming sometimes, pooling into rivers of rushing pictures and flashing memories, so hows about we think about them like this; fireflies.

pretty little fireflies lighting up through the night, chasing off the dark like your very own nightlight, nothing can get past them, not the single breath of cold or the single second of doubt for they are much too bright for that.

and dreams? are dreams not just all those busy little beautys making sence of the things they heard that day? puttingg their puzzle pieces down to match with many others.

oh, but they do get in such a muddle dont they?

best not to worry, i for one know dreams always sort themselves out no matter how bad the muddle may be; after all, where else would we get such pretty stories?

sleep well little ones, i think its time you get some rest now, rest and let those little fireflies do their jobs just for you.

sweet dreams

-cry

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🌧thunderstorm⭐

the sky crashed and slammed, jutting swords of silvery light slicing the sky with each mighty growl ringing free of the night beyond your glassy, rain drowned window.

ah, but do not fear, little one. i may have just the solution.

pulling back blankets, propping pillows and planting sticks with ropes strung far and wide between we'll build and plan together, riddling little glowing lights spun so warm and soft to line every creese and seem of the fortress we created together till soon it did stand tall like a tower, a castle, a treehouse of hidden stories, tunes and tales spoken on a screen tucked between cozy sheets.

inside, your companions do await. ones of fur and fluff all posed by the walls deafening each roar and rattle past that window frame that now did too seem to still and settle under the new home we built; sparkling, shimmering, buttery lights weave along the ceiling spilling with delight; pillows soften your path as your knees did lead in. everything you needed, there waiting for you as droning, pitter patters of voices you now watch bundled in blankets do ring out.

there we hide, safe together, letting the storm wage on for us it won't bother. friends, soldiers, protectors we shelter there to defend with a fort ending all growls and screams that do dare echo beyond such walls. there we hide, safe together, sleep dose nag, our eyes start to flutter.

goodnight, little one. sleep well, sweet dreams..⭐

-cry⭐

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Hello I was wondering if u could make a story about a little trying to recover from a ed plz, I find ur stories very comforting and hope ur willing to make one like this but either way thanks and have a good day! 🍓

of course i can little one! TW!!! this short story contains mention and reference to eating disorders, if that's a triggering topic for you please exercise caution in reading this <33

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hey there sweetie! struggling with food huh? i know it can be hard so how's about i tell you a story, one about a sweet, kind little one with a fighting spirit and will harder than the nails holding castles of dreams to stand. his name was bunny, a little prince ruling avesterland, a place of rolling magic hills and glowing trees dazzled with lanterns and fireflies wound into their very branches. though despite all this beauty, these blessings and glistening fields, there lie one problem, one very hard problem. dinner plates had become his enemy, long ago; battles with magic green beans and fights with long, winding carrots racing on for miles unseen; he recalled the uphill battle and the ditches so deep, every struggle and last bite, but i'll tell you the truth, despite it being so hard, so truly hard, he never gave up, not even once. he fell yes sure, but never did he stay there.

days went by as each bean in his way were sliced down, leveling forests and clearing fields sprung orange and green, the tremble in his hands, ones gripping his sword so tight, grew stronger with each big bite and last sip as the wobble in his legs chased off by the sparkles and twinkles of the spells and enchantments woven into every bowl of soup and sweet summer stew.

it wasn't easy, far from it in fact. but through the nerves he swallowed and doubts he climbed he learned then that it were not the enemy, no matter how scary it might have been with his new found energy, with the strength he grew, all the other battles would soon fall too, and with them the doubts he'd swore clung to him like weeds.

duels with dragons pushed off like a leaf, battles with pirates and parrots nothing more than a daily leap from rocks and pebbles that stood there in his way, paving the uphill climb he soon would triumph.

after all this there did come a day, one he could look back and say he were glad all those hills, all those falls, the struggle he fought; through all of it he were glad he'd never given up, now standing stronger than he ever was.

he turns to you now, lending that strength, for he as well as i believe you can do anything you set your mind too. you too can fight off your own dragons, your own pirates, just one little pebble, stepping stone at a time.

now go forth little one! take on those fields and those dragons that do guard them, your doing great, and were all so proud of you.

-cry

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🧸warriors of the night🌙

hey there little one! scared of nightmares? don't be, let me tell you a secret to ease your worries; i promise it's a good one.

when your sleeping, wrapped up in blankets so tight, when the wind rattling beyond the window has fill's your heart with fright, beside you is your best friend in all their fuzzy, fluffy glory.

no it doesn't matter if their fur is bound of fluff or feathers or felt. no it doesn't matter if their noses still shine or if they've gone cloudy with the years of boops and pets given so lovingly. no it doesn't matter if their eyes are of shiny glazed gems, buttons or stitches. what matters is that you love them, and they love you, and that is the power of this secret i tell..

so, laying beside you is your best friend, wrapped up tight in your arms so cuddly and warm; and what you don't know, is those stuffies, ones you love so dearly, are warriors of the night with swords of light, shields of fur and pelts of starlight guarding your dreams in paws and pads, ones your castles do keep. for they are warriors of the night, and you, their favorite delight.

sleep well little one, under the guide of your dear friends free from nightmares spun to dreams end.⭐

-cry⭐

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☁crayons🖍

outside, way beyond the little window you sit behind, glass so hazy and wind so raspy, lie rain pitter pattering, wrapping against panes between the tears it shed and you, curled up beneath fuzzy blankets to chase the chill nipping at your tiny little noes. its a rainy day, and adventure seems so far away, a thought leaving you lost in such blankets and pillows, fuzzy carpets and soft pajamas wrapping you with the silence decorating your room; but do not fret, dear little one, all is not lost, be boredom left with this new story i do spin.

on the carpet, one dancing with shimmering lamp light, are a packet of crayons, ones sprawled across each fiber and film. they may not look like much, snapped and torn, but at your fingertips, grasping your favorite colour, lays the world's away only a key beyond.

draw, scribble, doodle, line by line a new adventure comes to shape despite rains raging beyond walls keeping you safe, for it has no ground here, it has no control. as time ticks by your lost to this world falling beneath colours and traces, castles and trees and rivers all of your own making, because it was not the end the moment the sky decided to pry its dams open.

at your fingertips holds key opening door to so many worlds, worlds beyond rainy days and splattered puddles, worlds all of your own.⭐

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A/N- hey there little ones! i hope you liked this one. was just a little piece i thought up after a rough day so i hope maybe it could have lit your day a little like it did mine! as always story/writing requests and questions are open in my asks feel free to reach out!!

-cry ⭐

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sun and moon say "bedtime" ☀ 🌙

bedtime again, and like all little ones i know you'd rather say up. just 5 more minutes, but five minutes i know it wont stay.

so hows about i tell you a story, a story, and then you tuck into bed to sleep.

ok, this one is one of my favorites, so get nice and cozy and make sure teddy can hear too, ok?

there once was a sun, one that filled the sky with streaming light like butter bathing trees and leaves and towns between, and with suns day came too moons light, one that chased her across the darkening sky.

most nights he followed he'd find her tucked in to his star patterned sky taking with her the light he had come to adore, and each night he did chase still he could never quite catch up; the miles between them seeming worlds away.

days passed, nights fell, each spinning around and around but not once could he reach her despite all his attempts. so one night, when he'd reached the end of his quivering rope, he urged the stars in a dance to spell out words amongst the endless above. it took some convincing, to break from their patterns, their rhythms, their constellations, but once learning the story, the yearning and the love wound so tightly between their pages, the stars did agree, falling in line to spell one simple word, a friendly "hello!"

the next night as he caught up to her, watching that shimmer slip below hills far away, her eyelids heavy and her hazy vision fading; hed find there above, this time drawn out in cloud, a greeting of delight. "hi!" it read, so simple but yet, his heart did flutter as those letters were read.

and so night after night, day passing and time turning, a new night would dot the skies, notes and questions till the pair had become close, the best of friends.

it did not matter how far she were, the love that sparked this story kept the world continuing to turn.

so as you lie their, falling so deep asleep, just know while time turns, this story dose continue. perhaps one day you'll see the words in the sky, perhaps one day you'll see moon chase sun over the sky. but for now little one, sleep, just sleep, for above you in the stars this tale dose keep.

goodnight little ones, sleep well, sweet dreams.. ⭐

-story guy cry

A/N- hey there! hope you liked the story, if you have any requests for future ones feel free to send then into my asks, i'm always happy to write up lil things for people ^^

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⭐tuck ins🌙

hey there little one! getting pretty late again, i think its time for bed, don't you?

when the blankets fall over you, slip over the sleepy eyes just begging to fall closed, you'll feel the world shift, spin and swirl; sheets rising to a castle of your own rule stitched together with spinning, shining strands of memory and laughter passed with the days sun now tucking away, tucking away as you too should be doing now. let the walls and spires tower and pillar above you as you give not a single stir in night passing time.

what is this? this place you now find yourself in?

this is the castle of dream's, little one, and this castle you rule in the fortress of sleep. this is the castle where anything can be.

so shut your eyes and milky moons light holds you in her arms, let the breese beyond shut curtains hum you the lullaby of natures tender touch, let it lull you sleep as spiraling stairs and towers rise and fold to knit together over your sleepy little head, let the sheets pull you under and pillows soften your fall as you slip away to this, yes, castle of dreams.

goodnight little one, sleep well in your castle, your castle of dreams.🌙

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⭐goodnight little stars 🌙

when you look up at the stars, tell me what you see.

do you see worlds away lit by flame, do you see dot to dots for coloring in, do you see milky light simply begging you to follow? to bathe in its silvery glow and count each one like little moles of the sky stretching on for miles further than you could dream to see? what if i were to tell you, when you drift off to sleep you drift up there with them and glow just as bright. what if i were to tell you, sweet child of light, that when your eyes grow heavy and the sun tucked away to sleep, so to are you wrapped in nights blanket; its soft sky swaddling you tightly. what if i were to tell you, when you lay there convinced you are alone, the stars above are hundreds like you, sleeping little angels playing amongst galaxies and milky ways painting deep blues with colour of every hue.

its getting rather late now little one, i think its time to go play in the sky once more, after all, we don't want to keep those star gazers waiting, do we?

sweet dreams little stars, sweet dreams indeed.. ⭐✨

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☁️streamers and naptime⭐

the feeling of falling asleep watching a stream and them still being there when you wake up is the nicest cosiest feeling, like it almost feels like sleeping on a call with someone, works wonders if your scared of sleeping alone, actually works really well as a replacement of a caregiver to me! highly recommend ^^

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nightmares agere comfort

you haddnt gone to bed regressed that night, but you certainly woke up in headspace. your little heart was pounding and your tiny hands trembling when your eyes snapped open. a nightmare. you hate nightmares. your eyes dart around the room for a moment until you can reassure yourself you were safe. after a few moments your feet slowly slide from the warmth of the crisp bedding you had once slept so peacefully in and meet the fuzzy carpet of your bedroom floor. slowly your tiny little feet pitter patter across the carpet and your fingers find their way to your pacifier on the way. you weren't even really aware you had slipped into little space. but you knew exactly where you were going. you opened your door of which was decorated in glow in the dark stars and stickers from your faveriout movie and you wander through the cold dark corridor fighting your fears of the shadowy night leaking into the house. you find yourself Infront of a door and you slowly push it open sending a quiet creek into the darkened room behind the door. in a bed is your caregiver, faelen. they're laying in the bed under the sheets sleeping. you slowly and quietly shuffle to the bed and climb up into the warm sheets. you didn't think faelen was awake. but slowly a pair of arms wrap around you pulling you into a warm hug. the smell of forest and coffee fill your noes, the smell of your caregiver and slowly the sound of quiet humming fills the room. a hand runs threw your hair and a small kiss is placed on the back of your head. slowly you fall asleep dreaming sweetly, faelen holding you gently

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