TOL ANDSMOL PROMPTS

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk. 

[ GO ] ( green five)

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

One second, Krigg was reaching for her pistols, ready and fully willing to dismantle some... large centipede-esque arm clamp robot, probably escaped from some form of factory after gaining sentience or some such. The next second, she was forced to register the loud plodding of a heavy metal frame coming in her direction from an adjacent street and react accordingly - in her case, by drawing her weapon.

Mercifully, she witheld from pressing the trigger just long enough to catch onto the fact that Green Five, one of the more freshly renovated units of the Fivemind squadron, was the being sprinting her way. Not some random ennemy attempting an ambush, just an acquaintance that happened to be there.

Unfortunately, that left her very unprepaired for what happened in the second AFTER that, which involved Green five wrapping their whole hand around her torso, picking her up like a stray hamburger. Followed by them tucking her under their elbow, still very much as though she was such a stray hamburger.

It took several more beats before the information that she was being carried reached her brain.

"What the- HEY! I'M NOT A HANDBAG, LEMME' OFF THIS RIDE!" Came Krigg's rage-squeal of protest, the diminutive extraterrestrial kicking and squirming to her heart's content, to ridiculously minute effect. Green Five, unfortunately for her, was just too big to care.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Send “What happened here?” to find my muse after they’ve finished fighting a brutal fight.

Alternatively — send “You shouldn’t be here.” for my muse’s reaction to stumbling upon yours post-fight.

It was Krigg's firm, yet somewhat humble opinion that finding out what kind of violence someone was capable of without being involved in the act was never a pleasant, or recommended experience. Not mixing work life and common, mundane life was easier on the brain for most people she found. It could bring its own sort of comfort to know the abilities of someone you fought alongside of, but not if it was jarringly shoved into your face.

Krigg, for one, didn't particularly enjoy being made actively aware of the fact that Rex was perfectly able to punch something into a fine red mist if he got his back into it. Which he'd very much done, if she considered the ruined surroundings situated about the unfortunate Nypardian. The street level was ground zero for a mean sort of scrap - wrecked building faces, crushed cars that looked like tin toys, smashedand levelled pavement... plus a few smashed water mains, spewing small geisers up into the air from massive cracks. And what she thought were the remains of a battlesuit filled with jellied gunk and no pilot in sight.

And of course, Rex. Looking worse for wear, and decidedly not relaxed about the whole ordeal, if the tension in the arch of his back was any indication. The perturbed look slowly bled out of Krigg's features, replaced by a neutral, somewhat stony expression of calm. Nevermind the fact she felt a part of her twinge uncomfortably at the thought of the usually relaxed, rather sweet-mannered Nypardian being dragged to that kind of extremity. Her own reserves could wait.

"Uhhh... Rex?" A call, somewhat tentative - not too loud, not too harsh on possibly frayed nerves.

"...You wanna' bounce on outta' here?"

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“That’s probably good enough. Spares you a lot of time and energy that you’d rather dedicate to other things.“ Goodness knows that they do enough internal analysis, and having anyone else try to do that kind of investigating is way more than anyone could reasonably expect. It’s not even that they mean to provoke, but the curiosity that they do have tends to come out in strange ways- that they can admit to.

In the meantime, they are drawn more to what Krigg says next as a response to their question. They couldn’t help but smile at the sight her trying to keep from saying too much before finally speaking. Her claiming it was a ‘no-brainer’ inspires a slight nod.

They watched closely as her hands moved about, really liking the sheer enthusiasm. This goo bomb really was good for so many potential options, they loved that sort of ingenuity.

“Yeah I’ve noticed it’s always the .. items that seem simple that tend to have so many layers and complications going into it. Especially the more .. flexible the substance.“

Of course, Atieno can’t even be too surprised that Krigg had been making that stuff illegally all this time. “Heh. Yeah that’s the quite the feat. Makes sense that the galactic law would be.. astounded, truly upset about. But that’s their problem to deal with. “

“What can I say?” Krigg rolled her eyes with an exaggerated shrug, a knowing smile stretching on her lips. She kicked one leg up after the other in a little strut ‘round, quickly going back whence she came once she was done. “Over-engineering even the simplest things is kind of the motto in this day and age - and then realizing we’ve had thousands of years to make them the way they are and probably should stop trying so hard.”

The diminutive alien’s little ring-around over, and with enough time to hear Atieno’s praise, she couldn’t help but grin sheepishly and scratch at her noggin, slipping a gloved hand under her cap. “Ah, shush you, you’re going to make me blush!” Which he already was, somewhat vexingly. “Helps that I just know the recipe from... a long experience of dealing with galactic bullshit and managing to stay alive. Not that most people outside of the ones I stole it from really care, the average galactic patrol from other sectors don’t know better.”

“I mean, smuggled highly experimental weapons might raise a couple eyebrows, but a vat of goo isn’t that alarming. Unless they think it’s drugs.” Krigg’s hand fell back down to her pocket, an alarmingly wide cringeing grin stretching over her light green face, something that reeked of an unpleasant sort of familiarity. “...They thought it was drugs a few times. Bit of a massive problem, if I can be honest- if anyone suspects me of carrying dangerous things on the grounds I use weird goop, they usually screen my whole ship.”

“And they tend to find the things that are definitely contraband. Which is a problem. AGAIN.”

“...Don’t start buying illegal junk, you’ll regret it down the line.”

Krigg might not be the lightest being on earth, roughly the weight of a toddler, but if you give her a reason, and she likes you enough, that is the kind of thing that might happen.

Being small means that doing a few gutsy things is often the only way to get to see what you want.

“How To Care For” - machine wash, tumble dry only

"This is cruel and unusual! I'm not the local pile of wet linens! I wouldn't die, but I swear to god, you're putting me in that machine with less fingers than what you were born with!"