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.☽༊˚ prompts for helping bathe an injured loved one
¹⁾ sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting them lay their head against your thigh as the fatigue starts taking hold
²⁾ “i know, i know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? think you can do that for me, pet?”
³⁾ helping them lean up so you can wash their back, and pretending not to notice them shaking in your arms
⁴⁾ “you needn’t be so gentle, y’know. if today wasn’t enough to break me, i doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will.”
⁵⁾ using your soapstuffs because the familiar scent will, hopefully, help calm them
⁶⁾ “i can’t believe it took a night like that for you to let me help you with something.”
⁷⁾ having never seen them in a state of undress before and so, trying admirably hard to avoid looking directly at them in such a vulnerable state
⁸⁾ “so mr/mrs surly and serious likes having their hair washed for them, hm? don’t worry, i’ll keep your secret.”
⁹⁾ climbing into the bath/shower with them, more for the physical comfort than practicality
¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”
¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable
¹²⁾ “can we- can we just stay here, like this, for a minute? please?”
¹³⁾ using as gentle a touch as possible to clean them off and feeling your heart break each time they still suppress a pained whimper
¹⁴⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.”
¹⁵⁾ trying to towel them dry but ending up just cradling them to your chest with the towel pressed aimlessly between you
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On my summer grind
Reblogs appreciated <3
[This is a digital painting, not a photo]
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one time when I was a barista I was telling my coworker that I suddenly really missed cows. I used to work with cows all the time back home and then I moved away and suddenly it had been four years and nary a cow.
15 minutes later this old guy came up to the counter with his address written on a napkin & he said “me and my wife have a whole herd of dexters and a couple of new calves. come on over any time”
so after work I was like ok fuck it & I drove to the address and I parked at the gate & I walked down the driveway to the barn and this woman was like “oh my husband told me you might stop by! come see our cows” and she introduced me to every single cow. made my whole week.
thank you cow couple
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.☽༊˚ prompts for helping bathe an injured loved one
¹⁾ sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting them lay their head against your thigh as the fatigue starts taking hold
²⁾ “i know, i know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? think you can do that for me, pet?”
³⁾ helping them lean up so you can wash their back, and pretending not to notice them shaking in your arms
⁴⁾ “you needn’t be so gentle, y’know. if today wasn’t enough to break me, i doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will.”
⁵⁾ using your soapstuffs because the familiar scent will, hopefully, help calm them
⁶⁾ “i can’t believe it took a night like that for you to let me help you with something.”
⁷�� having never seen them in a state of undress before and so, trying admirably hard to avoid looking directly at them in such a vulnerable state
⁸⁾ “so mr/mrs surly and serious likes having their hair washed for them, hm? don’t worry, i’ll keep your secret.”
⁹⁾ climbing into the bath/shower with them, more for the physical comfort than practicality
¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”
¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable
¹²⁾ “can we- can we just stay here, like this, for a minute? please?”
¹³⁾ using as gentle a touch as possible to clean them off and feeling your heart break each time they still suppress a pained whimper
¹⁴⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.”
¹⁵⁾ trying to towel them dry but ending up just cradling them to your chest with the towel pressed aimlessly between you
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can they change the temperature outside to something else
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int he cute 💙🦞
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Writing Description Notes: Voice/Tone
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His voice drifted into her ears like a soft melody.
A giggle slipped out of her lips.
He had his hands cupped around his mouth, trying to amplify his voice however he could.
The words broke through her thoughts like a knife, cutting a path where before there was none.
His voice was laced with concern.
Her voice lifted at the end to signify the question.
A few very colorful expletives leapt to the forefront of John’s tongue but he knew speaking them would end the conversation.
In spite of his insipid words, John’s voice was free of malice.
He noted the way she carried herself in her voice. While she had grown far more comfortable with others, Jane still carried her loyal lineage proudly.
As if offended by the words.
A sing-song lilt entered her tone.
She cursed the confusion in her voice
As much as the towel kneaded at his ears, the sympathy pouring from Jane’s every word stayed unfailingly clear.
His voice was dangerously calm.
The smaller man finally decided to say, hesitant sycophancy in his voice.
His voice dropped an octave lower.
The voice did not enter through Jane’s ears but arrived directly in her head
The voices raised up as if on ever spread wings.
Her pitch was soft, but there was no mistaking the bitterness and emotion behind those words.
His words flowed like a gentle stream, soothing her troubled mind.
He spoke with the authority of a seasoned leader, every word carrying weight and importance.
A hint of mischief colored his tone, as if he had a secret to share.
Her voice was like a warm embrace, offering comfort in times of need.
A shiver ran down her spine as his voice took on an eerie, otherworldly quality.
She spoke with a measured, deliberate cadence, every word carefully chosen.
His voice was as smooth as silk, effortlessly persuasive.
Her words dripped with sarcasm, a sharp and cutting edge to her tone.
He muttered under his breath, the words barely audible but heavy with frustration.
The tension in the room was palpable, and their voices reflected it, strained and on edge.
They spoke in hushed tones, as if afraid to be overheard.
His voice carried a sense of resignation, as if he had accepted his fate.
She sang her words, the melody of her voice enchanting those who listened.
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