#maybe i should do - plan your own cuddler instead of dtiys

[coolnonsenseworld]

holy shit they grow from plants 🥺🥺🥺🥺 im aaaaah

okay next question: do you have a mezzy cuddler in mind? aka what would your cuddler be like?

Mine would need to be one of the lazy kind, because I usually don't have the time to spare for interactions, but their favorite food would be inspiration and they would wake up from their slumber excited to get some of that vibe for themselves any time I would be struck with it - and they would love to hang around in my shirts to dance with me to my favorite music. Inspiration from art and music are two solid meals and sometimes they would fluff up from it, even though no other Cuddler gets actually bigger from emotions, but they decided they would so they did. 

If I had artist/writer's block they would probably kick my way items I like the most trying to spark the joy again (like watercolors or carrying my cheapest pencil in their mouth or pushing my favorite book from the shelf or dragging my sketchbooks and opening the pages they feel I usually love. Playing my favorite music, but never learning to read so shuffling until it plays or scrolling until they see the picture 😭😭). 

They would be turquoise/teal/blue because apparently those are one of my favorite colors and they wouldn't be tiny like Baby, and preferably quick, because I can be hella graceless and I don't want to accidentally squish them (a week ago I've almost put back hot food from the oven into the fridge and it was hella funny bc I stopped, but I forgot what I was supposed to do? and my girlfriend went: Honey? and then I turned around to see at least two people watching me stand in front of a fridge thinking what to do with hot fucking grate full of half-cooked food in my hand; when I laughed and said OH THE OVEN I'm pretty sure everyone just sighed with relief bc wtf). They would grow out of my least favorite house plant, because I think about least favorite house plants the most often - bc I feel guilty I am biased - but I can't fucking help it- it fell on me twice, one time dropping a lot of decorative stones at my foot AFTER the pot fell on it and it felt personal.

AND when I would have bad days that would make me reminiscence over trauma - they would unceremoniously plop on me to make me laugh and when I did - they would be like - ok now food when? and just carry art supplies to me.