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babybutlerarthur · 2 years ago

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[request <3 !] regressor lips from the muppets w cg animal n dr teeth ? i think it would be interesting to see animal try to be a caregiver, given that he has help from other cgs

I love this so much!

Cg! Animal and Little!Lips

Animal and Dr. Teeth sat in the living room together. Animal was retaping his drumsticks (again), while the good doctor scribbled some lyrics into an old note book. The others had gone out to do who knows what. They were all adults. Both the band members looked up when the front door slammed. They were expecting Floyd to be standing there. Other than animal, he was the only one either of them could see slamming a door (and even then, that was unlikely).

What neither of them was expecting was for Lips to be standing there. His fists were clenched and his breathing was heavy. His body has a slight tremble to it, and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Something was bubbling under the surface, and Teeth knew to tread lightly. He kept his voice soft and even.

"Woah, Lips, is everything ok, my man? You don't look so hot. What happened?" The trumpeter stayed quiet for a long while. Suddenly, his bottom lip started to wobble, and his face scrunched up in agony. The next thing they knew, Lips collapsed to the ground. Loud sobs erupted from his mouth.

Teeth made a move to get up, planning on running and comforting the now crying baby, but he watched in surprise as a red ball of furr ran in front of him. Animal held out a gold paci to Lips. The little still had his eyes closed tight, so he didn't see his band mate.

"Hey, wild man, maybe we should-."

"Here, baby! Ok baby!" Animal began to use his free hand to pet the blond curls in front of him. The touch made Lips calm to sniffles and whines. His eyes were open wide as he took in which band member was taking care of him. He opened his mouth and let Animal pop the paci in his mouth. He reached his arms out, and Animal pulled him into his lap. He started rocking back and forth to further calm down the distraught baby.

"My baby. Sh, my baby." Teeth walked over and kneeled next to the two.

"Way to go, wild thing! Pass him here and I'll-"

"No! My baby!" The drummer glared as he cradled the blond close to him. Lips hardly noticed the slightly rougher treatment, too busy playing with the chains around the creature's neck.

"Alright, he's your baby. How about I assist you in caring for our turbulent little friend there?" Animal looked at help for a few seconds, assessing his intentions. Eventually, he nodded.

"Help." Animal stood up, still holding Lips close to him. The baby happily babbled to himself, playing with Animal's fur and chains. Teeth and Animal took him to the room where they kept all their little supplies. He pulled out a diaper and looked at it, confused. When he was little, he didn't wear diapers. He had no idea how to do this, but he wanted to help his baby. He tossed the diaper to Teeth, who caught it with ease. Animal turned and grabbed Lip's favorite fox onesie. He reached and started tugging off the clothes on his friend.

"Bye bye big boy clothes." Lips waved as Animal tossed them to the other side of the room. From there, the Doctor took over, showing Animal the proper way to secure the diaper around the little's waist. Once the diaper was snug around his hips, Animal got to work on sliding the onesie on. He snapped the crotch closed and held Lips to his chest again.

"All done! Feed the baby!"

"I think that is a splendiferous idea, my man! I think we've got some nuggets in the fridge. Not the vegan ones. Those are for Janice." The three made their way into the kitchen, where they just popped the nuggets into the microwave for a few minutes. Once they were done, Animal set Lips in a chair and sat next to him.

He held out a nugget to Lips. The little just looked at him with his eyes closed (none of them knew why he always kept his eyes closed, or if he could actually see with his eyes closed or not. It added to the mystery that was one Lips). The paci bobbed under his nose. Animal let out a growl and shook it.

"Eat!"

"Woah, woah. Calm down, Animal. Getting him to start eating is the hardest part. You gotta make it a game."

"Oooh! Game!" Animal shook the nugget and made train sounds, but nothing happened. He blinked some before trying airplane sounds. Again, nothing happened. He let out a shout of frustration and started shaking the food agressively. He stopped when he heard a loud giggle come from the baby across from him. Lips was kicking his feet and holding his sides as he laughed.

Animal took the opportunity to shove the food into the horn player's mouth. Once he ate the first one, he pretty much demanded another one.

Teeth was right: The hardest part was getting him to start eating.

Once lunch was over, Lips put his paci back in his mouth and clung to Animal once again. The three wandered into the living room. Teeth turned on one of Lip's favorite cartoons: Garfield and Friends.

Within a few minutes, the little was fast asleep. Animal walked over to his hammock and set the baby in it. He tucked a little stuffed fox into his arms and covered him up.

"Night night, baby." He laid a kiss on those blond curls before walking back over and sitting next to Dr.Teeth. The pianist smiled and ruffled his fur.

"You did good, wild man, you did good." Animal bristled with pride. He did do a good job! He took good care of his baby!

And who knows, maybe next time Teeth would let him do it alone!

#agere #age regression #agere fandom #fandom agere #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw regression #fanfic #sfw interaction only #the muppets #dr. teeth #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #animal muppets #lips muppet

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harryspet · 1 year ago

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bambi eyes (2) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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In which you've been a good girl and your Daddy Rafe can't get enough of you.

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When you opened your eyes the following day, you could still feel Rafe all over you. All at the same time, you felt him inside of you, his mouth kissing your lips, and the bed dipping beside you when he pressed his weight into you. When you slowly realized he wasn’t in bed with you anymore, part of you felt you might have imagined last night. You’d never truly enjoyed being with men, and last night, you felt closeness for the first time. Perhaps it was the combination of all the gifts and the attention he had provided you yesterday.

You still couldn’t quite rap the idea around your head that you were the first and maybe only girl he had done this with. How long was he planning on keeping you here?

The digital clock sitting on the nightstand read exactly 8:00, and you took it as a cue to get out of bed. As you made up the bed, your mind again wandered back to last night. You imagined he left as soon as you fell asleep, and you’d let yourself get so comfortable that you hadn’t even noticed.

You stared at the doorknob for a short while. It would be locked, you knew that, but what if it wasn’t — it didn’t matter.

Before he left, you noticed he left you an outfit hanging on the armoire. He’d picked out a matching set of light pink leggings and a matching top. He also picked out a pair of socks that had little, tiny bunnies on them and lacy, white underwear. You brought the clothes with you to the bathroom, your fingers caressing the soft fabric of the clothing. You didn’t recognize brand, sure that it was popular with American girls.

You went through your morning routine, one that Rafe had laid out yesterday, and you found yourself having fun. You brushed your teeth as you ran your bath. There were a million bath products, and you spent a few minutes opening and smelling all of them. You settled on something sweet and flowery, and soon the aroma was spreading throughout the entire bathroom.

You settled in the water with the bubbles enveloping you.

You almost settled into a moment of peacefulness until you heard your bedroom door unlock. Wearing a nice plaid shirt and khaki pants, Rafe entered your small sanctuary. You sat up in the water, worried that you’d been taking too long. His eyes were soft and unthreatening, and you let yourself rest again. He took a seat on the edge of the tub, looking down at you, “Enjoying yourself?”

You nodded, “It’s nice. Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” He smiled, “You did good. Last night, I mean.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I have some exciting plans for us,” He stated before he reached into his pocket, “Here, I need you to take this.”

He placed a small white pill in your hand. You watched as he made his way over to the sink, filling up a cup of water and bringing it to you.

“What is it for?”

“It’s, uhm, so you don’t get pregnant,” Oh. You placed the pill on your tongue, washing it down with the liquid, “I got a little ahead of myself last night. That’s why I’m going to have a doctor check you out today.”

“I’m going to the hospital?”

“No. Dr. Watts makes house calls. And he’ll be here in thirty minutes. I’ll come back and get ya’, yeah?”

“Okay,” You agreed, slightly worried that Rafe thought you needed to be seen by a doctor.

Rafe moved to leave but stopped in the doorway, “Don’t worry, there will be time for little Rafe’s and Bambi’s. Just not yet.”

You nodded, conveying your understanding, but in reality, you didn’t understand how he could know he wanted that with you, even in the future. After he left the room, you realized your fingers were beginning to wrinkle. You reached down to drain the water from the tub, deciding your next pressing issue was how you’d do your hair.

There was a vanity made into the sink countertop with a place underneath for a chair to fit. You pulled it out and made yourself comfortable, looking closely through all of the drawers. You find lots of hair accessories, makeup, and other beauty products. You picked some things out that wouldn’t require a full tutorial for you to use. You also chose two pink bows to tie to the ends of your braids, taking a guess that Rafe might like that you match your outfit.

According to Rafe, Figure 8 had a lot of these places called country clubs, and you wondered what sort of things people wore to places like that. Surely, Rafe would make sure you wouldn’t feel out of place there. If you fully earned his trust, if you continued to be good, you could probably have a normal life here. People were happy here, especially the ones that called themselves Kooks.

The leggings fit you well, grabbing onto your curves, and the cropped pink top also fit you snuggly.

Outside the window, you could see boats riding by in the distance and large birds that stood by the water, wading and looking for fish. You could already tell his home was large, just from the view from your room, making you curious about the rest of the house. As if he was able to read your mind, Rafe appeared again, holding the door propped open, “Let me show you the rest of Tannyhill, Bambi.”

You straightened, trying not to seem too eager as you approached the door. As you grazed past you, he rested a hand on your hip, rubbing his palm against your bottom. You looked down a long hallway with lots of old paintings and elegant-looking fixtures. He took your hand, leading you down the hallway, “This is my room,” Rafe opened double doors, and you peeked inside to see a large dark wood canopy bed.

He didn’t show you every room; in fact, he seemed to ignore one specifically. Your eyes widened when he brought you out onto a huge patio that overlooked an even more ginormous green lawn.

“All of this is–”

“Yeah,” He finished your sentence for you, “Anyone would be happy here, right?”

“Yes,” You agreed quickly, which seemed to please him. He grabbed your hand in response, holding it and caressing your thumb with his own larger one. Although you could tell the seasons were changing, the weather felt nice, and there was a constant breeze flowing and relieving you from the heat of the sun.

He gave you time to take in the scenery but five minutes later, you both could see a car coming down the horseshoe-shaped driveway, “That’s Dr. Watts. You ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You didn’t have much of experience with doctors but you knew already you must not be a good patient. You struggled with almost every answer that Dr. Watts asked you and, at some point, he started directing all of his questions towards Rafe.

When was your last period? What kinds of birth control have you used? Have you ever had something called a pap smear? Do you have any allergies? What’s your family’s medical history?

“I gave her a Plan B this morning, just to be safe.”

You found yourself just trying to keep up with the conversation they were having. At some points, you found the view outside more interesting, “There are small procedures we can do. An IUD can be placed inside the uterus, an implant can be placed inside the arm, or there is the traditional birth control pill. Right now, I can give her a shot that will prevent pregnancy for the next 3 months.”

You were sat where Rafe had placed you, on a stool in the middle of the massive kitchen.

Dr. Watts didn’t look like what you imagined a doctor would look like. He didn’t wear a white coat; in fact, he was dressed very casually in shorts and a button-up. He also brought all the things he needed in a briefcase.

“That’s fine,” Rafe agreed, his arms crossed.

“Alright, so after that shot, we’ll do a couple of vaccination shots. And then I’ll take some blood for testing.”

Dr. Watts had several syringes laid out on the kitchen island, picking up the first one after washing his hands and putting on some gloves. Rafe grabbed ahold of your hand again, his eyes commanding you to look at him, “This is just to make sure you’re healthy. It won’t feel good, but it’s not a punishment.”

“Okay,” You said, although your heart was pounding, and you already felt tears in your eyes.

“I’m right here; squeeze my hand,” He said, pushing your hair back as he gazed over your face. On your other side, Dr. Watts lifted the sleeve of your shirt. The first shot was to your upper arm, and the pinch made you squeeze your eyes tight, but it was over relatively quickly, “You’re doing so good, sweet girl. What do you think about ice cream for breakfast?”

You opened your eyes, and the calmness in his eyes was a signal to you that everything was okay, “Lana has the day off, but I can make an ice cream sundae. We’ve got everything, whip cream, cherries, chocolate sprinkles. What do you think?”

Rafe made you talk through the next few shots and when the doctor had to draw your blood, and he wiped your tears when you were all done.

“That wasn’t so bad. I’ll walk Dr. Watts out, and we’ll make some ice cream.”

Rafe noticed you seemed almost disappointed when he led you back to your room after your ice cream feast. He liked showing you around your new home and the place he grew up, but he wasn’t quite ready to unhook your leash. You were safest in his home and even safer within these four walls.

Rafe took a seat at the edge of the bed, his hand still intertwined with yours, “How does your arm feel, Bambi?”

“A little sore,” You answered, although Rafe could tell by your eyes that it was worse than what you were portraying. He pulled you gently forward, encouraging you to straddle his lap.

“Poor thing,” Rafe said, his voice becoming even more raspy as he felt your closeness, “But hey, you did so well. You know, I’m really happy with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a good little girl. I can tell that you appreciate everything that I’ve done.”

“I-I do,” You replied quickly, making Rafe smirk.

“And you understand that I’m in control … I mean, it’s only fair. Who knows what would have happened if I left you with that man, with those people,” You nodded at his words, and negative thoughts of his father, Sarah, and his evil stepmother started to enter his thoughts, “I’m giving you the perfect life, the happy home that I never got. Whatever, I won’t get fucking mopey, but just know after all that I’ve been through, I know how to lead a family properly.”

He stopped his mind from wandering to darker places and grabbed ahold of your hips, “Thank you for … taking me away.”

“I had to,” Rafe leaned in to kiss your neck, “You’re mine now. Only mine.”

He loved that he could smell the perfume he picked out for you and feel you in the clothes he bought for you. He took so much care in creating this paradise for you.

“Daddy’s going to make you feel better,” Rafe said in your ear, “I have to taste you. You want Daddy to taste your pretty pussy?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Tell me,” Rafe commanded, squeezing your ass with his large hands.

“I want you to taste me, Daddy.”

“Good girl, don’t be nervous,” Rafe praised, wrapping an arm around your lower back before he swiftly turned you over, placing you gently against the bed, “I’ll be gentle, just how I was last night. Not going to fill you up, just want to taste you.”

You were quite helpless with your arm being so sore, Rafe could tell you were struggling to move it. He thought of tying you down, of course, when you felt better. He took his time with your leggings, still excited as ever to see more of you. He spread your legs, kissing your center through the fabric of your panties. Wrapping his arms underneath you, he pulled you into him, letting your thighs warm his face. He kissed you like this for a while, teasing you, making you squirm when he kissed your inner thigh. Not able to wait any longer, Rafe pulled your thin panties to the side, “There’s Daddy’s pretty little pussy,” He kissed your clit first, and the next sounds out of his mouth were guttural as he took you into his mouth.

You tasted divine, sweet like he always called you. Rafe became relentless, waiting until you were close to your peak before he pulled away. Heavy breaths fanned over your sensitive area, and you whined because of the lack of friction, “You liked that, didn’t you, Bambi?”

“Yes, i-it feels good, Daddy,” You responded, slightly embarrassed by how quickly you got worked up.

“Should I keep going? Does my little girl want to cum? Go ahead and ask Daddy. Tell me what you want.”

“Can you please make me cum, Daddy?” Rafe could tell in your tone of voice that maybe you weren’t sure what you asking. He hadn’t considered that you might not know what an orgasm felt like.

“Yes, Bambi, of course. Talk through it; tell me what it feels like, sweet girl,” After those words, Rafe held you even tighter and dipped his head down again. He pressed his tongue into you, waiting to find that spot that seemed to make you cry out before he focused all the pressure there.

“It feels …it feels–” You gasped, “It’s too much, it’s too much–” Rafe took your scattered words and cries of pleasure as a good sign to keep adding pressure. When you tried to pull away from him, Rafe knew you were having an orgasm, but he kept you there, “It’s too much, Daddy!”

Rafe pulled away, giving your clit a short break, but soon he was replacing his mouth with his fingers. Rafe shushed you, “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” He pushed two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to find the right spot. For Rafe, the best thing about being with a woman was being able to watch them have multiple orgasms in a row. This time, he’d only make you have two, but he’d soon find out what your limit was, “One more. Just give me one more.”

Rafe started sucking your clit as he moved his fingers, “Please, please,” You wouldn’t beg him to stop; you were too much of a good girl. He knew what you needed and wouldn’t let you run from it.

He slowed his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. Rafe entangled himself from your legs, needing to see your face. You looked so cute trying to catch your breath and with your face scrunched up. Rafe brought his hands over his mouth, wiping away the wetness, “That’s my girl.”

A few days passed in your new room. Sometimes it crossed your mind to ask Rafe when you’d be able to walk around the house or when you’d get to go outside, but you stopped yourself every time. You thought you should be more grateful towards him, he’d provided you with so many things, and he was much kinder than any man you’d ever met. He was handsome, too, with blue eyes that often made it hard for you to think when you looked into them.

Every day was similar; there were no more visitors like Dr. Watts, and you completed your routine exactly like Rafe had instructed. Usually, you’d share all of your meals, and Rafe would leave in between for work. You got more comfortable in your own company. At first, playing with the toys felt silly, like the activities were meant for someone much younger. Slowly, it started to feel like satisfying a part of you that hadn’t existed in a long while.

Today, you had several coloring books laid out on the ground in front of your bed, and you’d spent most of the day coloring. You liked having your dolls set up nearby so, of course, they could see your work, “What do you think, Molly?” You’d spend hours by yourself, and it started feeling natural to talk to them, “Red or blue for the spots … Blue? You’re right; blue would be perfect.”

Rafe returned to you before dinner but you noticed he hadn’t brought a tray of food like he usually did. Instead, he was carrying a large cardboard box, “I’ve got a surprise for you,” He set it down on the carpet nearby you, his face lit up with excitement. You set down your marker, crawling on your knees towards the box. Rafe kneeled down with you, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a soft kiss, “You’ve been so damn good your first week; something came for you in the mail.”

You looked at him, baffled, “I don’t know what it could be.”

“Open it,” He winked at you.

Cautiously, you pulled open the flaps of the cardboard and then reached into the mountain of packing peanuts. You pulled out a long box, immediately recognizing a doll's face, but one that looked very similar to you. It was the right skin tone and had the same curls that you did, “Really? For me?” You placed the box on the ground, just admiring her face.

“Yeah, why should you have to play with my sister’s old things?” Rafe opened up the box even further, and you could see she was dressed in a beautiful floral gown. It was a cream color with pretty blue flowers, puffy sleeves, and an even flouncier skirt.

“She’s so pretty … and the dress is…,” You said, unable to take your eyes off of her, “You didn’t have to; I really do like the other dolls–”

“I wanted to,” Rafe insisted, “And that’s not it. There’s something else.”

When you reached back inside the box, you felt the top of a hanger. You pulled out a clear garment bag and inside was the exact replica of the dress your new doll was wearing, and it looked your size, “For you to wear to dinner,” Rafe explained after you stared speechless, “Which, for tonight, will be served in the dining room.”

“We’ll be matching,” You thought out loud, next picking up the doll from the packaging.

“She’s welcome to dinner if you want to bring her. She’s completely yours. You can name her and everything,” Rafe said, gently grabbing ahold of your chin, “I want to see you in your new dress, though.”

“Yes, Daddy,” You agreed, standing with both the doll and dress in hand, “If I’m Bambi, maybe she can be …Bunny?”

“That’s a cute name, sweet girl,” Rafe agreed, clapping his hands together, “Run along, I want to be surprised.”

Excitetely, you padded over to the bathroom. When you put the dress on, you were surprised by how similar they were, down to the placement of the flowers, although yours fit much shorter than your dolls. When you stepped back into the room with Bunny in your hands, you smoothed down the back of your dress so it would fully cover your bottom. Rafe’s eyes seemed to light up at the sight, and you did a small spin for him.

“Wow, don’t you two look precious.”

His eyes looked hungry, although you could tell he wasn’t thinking about tonight’s dinner.

For the first time in several days, you left your room, one hand tucking Bunny close to your body and your other hand intertwined with Rafe’s. The lights around the house were dim and Rafe led you to down a long hallway to a candlelit room. Although the long dining room had twelve chairs, only two places were set. Rafe pulled back the chair right next to the head of the table, and you initially missed his cue for you to sit as your eyes looked all over the room until he tapped your bottom. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, but you still took your seat.

In front of you was a delicious-smelling plate of steak with a red sauce, small potatoes, and carrots. There was also a beautiful flower arrangement on the table, one made of cream and light purple flowers, “You look fucking beautiful, princess,” Rafe whistled, taking his place at the head of the table, “Like a fucking painting or something.”

Rafe’s words made you smile, and his compliments often made you feel overwhelmed. You weren’t used to someone taking notice of your appearance outside of sex, and when he looked at you, he looked at you as a whole, “Thank you, Daddy,” The words were starting to feel natural on your tongue, “It looks very nice in here, and the food looks delicious.”

“You ever been on a date before?” Rafe asked, pouring something fizzy into your wine glass. You shook your head in response, “Usually, you share a meal or do an activity together; meanwhile, you’re getting to know the other person. You’re lucky you don’t have to go on a million bad dates before you’ve found the right person.”

“What makes a date bad?” You asked.

You moved to pick up your knife but paused when Rafe grabbed ahold of it first. He took you for as well and began cutting your steak into smaller pieces, “For me, girls have always wanted … things from me. Superficial things. You think they’re listening to you when you’re pouring your heart out …but really just thinking about how they’re gonna get what they want from you.”

You frowned, squeezing Bunny closer to your stomach, “That sounds horrible.”

When Rafe handed you your fork, you assumed you could begin to eat.

Rafe nodded his head, taking a swig of brown liquor from his glass, “I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“Will your sister ever come to visit?” If the purpose of a date was to get to know the other person, you thought you could get some curiosities you had off your mind.

“I have two sisters. Wheezie, she’ll probably come visit at some point, uhm but my other sister probably won’t. She’s not really welcome, anyways,” Rafe answered, poking at food on his plate, “Wheezie, though, I’m sure she’ll like you.”

Your lips pulled into a small smile, “I’ve always wanted siblings. I had some friends in the other girls, but Mas-” You stopped yourself, “We weren’t really supposed to like each other.”

“Blood doesn’t really mean anything. You should be able to choose your family,” Rafe said, “What matters is who’s loyal to you, you know?

You agreed, although you weren’t sure you really knew what loyalty felt like. As you were finishing up dinner, a loud knocking interrupted one of Rafe’s stories. Rafe seemed more caught off guard than even you were, fumbling to pull out his phone and check something, “Shit,” he cursed, “C’mon, Daddy’s got to handle some business.”

Rafe grabbed your arm as he pulled you from the dining room. He brought you to the stairs, “Go upstairs, close your door, and wait for me,” You tried to glance out the window panes by the front door but couldn’t get a glimpse of who was there, “Go.”

The strict tone in his voice made you hurry up the stairs, although once you were at the top, you ducked down and crouched behind the banister. You watched Rafe open the door, and a shorter, dark-haired man pushed his way inside, “What’s so fucking urgent that you’re showing up without calling?” You heard Rafe ask.

“Don’t you look fancy,” The other man commented, “Having a dinner party without me?”

“Dude, what is it?” Rafe sounded impatient.

“It’s Maybank. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have some important shit to tell you.”

“Fine, come to my office.”

Their voices faded away as they moved further into the house. You debated sneaking back down and eavesdropping, but you looked down at Bunny, her face reminding you to be good. You wandered back to your room, and like Rafe told you to, you closed the door behind you.

He was occupied for an hour before he returned to your room. Running a hand through his hair, he breathed out a sigh, “Sorry about that,” Rafe said, taking a spot next to you on the bed.

“Who was it?” You asked quietly.

Rafe hesitated, “... a business associate of mine. I got some bad news. I’ll probably be gone most of the day tomorrow.”

“Can’t I go with you?”

“You still need time to adjust,” He looked down at you, “It isn’t something you’ll want to see anyways. My work is nothing a little girl like you should be involved in. I won’t let you worry your pretty little head.”

“I’m sorry …”

“I’m not mad at you,” Rafe grabbed ahold of your chin, “Before if I had gotten news like that …man, I would’ve lost my shit. But I have you, and just looking at you makes me feel better.”

His hand moved to your throat, squeezing as he kissed your lips, “I want to fuck you so bad in that cute little dress.”

You struggled to get a breath, his tongue exploring your mouth as he tightened his grip around your neck. Instinctively, you grabbed ahold of his wrist, and he pushed you back onto the bed. Just as he released his grip and you were able to take in a full breath, Rafe grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over. His movements didn’t feel like they usually did; he was rough and desperate.

“Up on your knees,” He lifted up your waist and then lifted up the skirt of your dress, your face pressed into the bed, “Good girl, stay like that, spread open for me.”

You heard him spit before you felt him press a wet hand against your clit, rubbing, before coating your entrance. He was already hard, and he wasted no time pressing his length against your entrance. In this position, you felt him even deeper as he pushed inside of you, “Daddy,” You whimpered.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Rafe cooed, “I know you can take more. I know you can handle it.”

You squeezed the bed tightly as he moved faster and went just as deep. Rafe kept you from pulling away, holding your hips so tight you were sure they might bruise. Unmercifully, he rocked into you, only going harder when you felt yourself reaching your peak, “I’m cumming, Daddy,” You told him, your voice muffled by the fabric of the comforter, “I’m cumming.”

Rafe grabbed the back of your throat, pushing into you harder, “Cum baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking good,” Rafe panted, “Oh, Daddy’s gonna fill you up, sweet girl.”

You felt tears begin to fall, a swirl of emotions inside you. It hurt, him stretching you over and over, and yet you felt good at the same time. You were so happy to have a home with a new Master who actually cared for you and wanted to take care of you. You were still scared that you’d wake up tomorrow and you’d be back sleeping on cold, cement floors.

After Rafe finished, the tight grip he had changed to soft caresses. He softly rubbed your bottom before slowly pulling up the skirt of your dress, “Lay down, Bambi,” Although your muscles were sore, you crawled further onto the bed, laying down on your stomach. Rafe fell beside you, caressing your hair and then your tear-stained cheeks, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled you into a deep hug. Rafe rubbed your back until you thought you might fall asleep until you heard him say, “You won’t like it if you wake up in your dress. Let’s go brush our teeth and change into our jammies. Then Daddy will tuck you in, okay?”

Weakly, you nodded against his hard chest, “Okay, Daddy.”

part 3

#dark fic #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron #outer banks #black!reader #rafe cameron smut #obx fic #outer banks smut #barry outer banks #rafe smut #rafe fanfiction

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starrieangel · 24 days ago

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🩷Mouthwashing Age Regression AU Pt. 1🧸

Part 1/4 , I will update when I complete the other parts ♡♡

Upcoming Parts: Anya, Jimmy

Features: Little! Curly x CG! Reader

Tags: Fluff, Age Regression, Earth AU

Curly

Curly likes to regress whenever life just gets too much. Whenever work gets hard, he'll grit his teeth and hold himself together as long as he can, but the second he gets home from his shift he goes into kiddo headspace ♡

Curly regresses to ages 5-9, the worse day he's had the younger he is.

Curly likes to call his carer (you♡) Mama most often, but if he reallyy wants to tug your heart strings he'll pout a little bit and go “Mommyyy” (or if ur a British Curly believer MUMMY)

“Can we watch one more movie before bed? Pleaseee, Mama?” ♡

You always call him sweetie, angel, darling, but when he's little he's also your special boy, your baby bear ♡

“What a nice drawing! This is going on the fridge, I'm so proud of you baby boy!” ♡ It’s even easier to make him blush when he's small~

He doesn't need or own a whole lot of agere gear, not even very many plushies or toys. When regressed, he's mostly just focused on being comfy. His favorite things when he is regressed is a teddy bear he's had since he was really young, and his favorite blankie ♡

If you're a crafty person, he really likes when you knit/crochet/quilt/sew him things like blankies, socks, etc. They're so much more special because they're from you!

He's a very calm and quiet person normally, and he is equally so when regressed. He just wants to be cozy and quiet, wrapped in his blankets and watching cartoons or videos with his mommy nearby ♡

He likes to watch videos about science, especially about space or about animals. He just zones out and lets his brain relax.

(He specifically likes the Too Cute! Series by Animal Planet, which I recommend to any littles reading ~ Like he just wants to go to such a positive and cozy place!!) You tell him he's the one that's Too Cute and he turns bright pink and hides in his blankies before giggling and going "Thanks, Mama" :)

He doesn't really play pretend or with any toys, but he LOVES coloring. He loves getting new coloring books, crayons, or markers. He'll make colorings just for you (so you can praise him... please praise him, he really loves it ♡)

He literally just wants to be taken care of by you; please pour his juice for him and brush his hair and tuck him in and read him a story and pet his hair til he falls asleep ♡♡

If he was ever regressed in public (not likely bc he is very private with his regression) but if he was, he would follow you around like a puppy, always leaning his head on top of your shoulder/resting his chin on top of your head while he wraps his arms around you, or link your pinkies together so he doesn't get lost ♡

Tl;dr: He is just the sleepiest, sweetest baby boy ♡

Hope you enjoyed! Leave a rb if you enjoyed or comment what you think! ♡♡

#mouthwashing agere #curly x reader #agere #agere imagines #f/o #fandom #mine #dividers by saradika-graphics #age regression #age regression imagines #f/o imagines

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hlficlibrary · 2 years ago

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HL FIC LIBRARY ✤ AUTHOR REC

AO3: wabadabadaba

Tumblr: @wabadabadaba

STATS:

✤ Number of fics: 64

✤ Posting Since: 2013

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ Every Time We Touch [G, 5k]

Louis laughed when he heard the term professional cuddler for the first time. His doctor let Louis laugh and then explained the purpose behind the profession and how it could help Louis. It took a few weeks but Louis finally scheduled an appointment, now all he had to do was leave his car and walk into the house.

or the one where Louis is suffering from touch deprivation so he goes to see Harry who is a professional cuddler.

2️⃣ Jealousy, Jealousy [E, 26k]

“This is your boyfriend?” the woman asked, slowly looking over Louis and then Harry.

“Yes,” Harry straightened up and wrapped his arm around Louis’ shoulders. “Is that a problem?”

This wasn’t the first time they have had someone question their relationship, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It didn’t make it any easier to deal with though. Harry could tell Louis was growing frustrated as well, not only by the change in his scent but by his body language as well. Louis crossed his arms over his chest and moved closer to Harry, who now had his arm wrapped tightly around Louis.

“No,” the woman shrugged. “I mean, how does that work, being two alphas? Wouldn’t you be better off with an omega?”

or the one where Harry has a lot of expectations for dating an alpha for the first time but his hormones causing conflict isn't one of them. Neither is the nest he builds and keeps a secret from his alphasexual boyfriend.

3️⃣ Let's Go To The Beach [G, 1k]

"Louis," Harry repeated.

"Right," Louis sighed. "He tried to scent me."

or the one where Louis has a meeting with an aggressive alpha and Harry calms Louis down.

4️⃣ Zoey [G, 2k]

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

5️⃣ As It Was [E, 45k]

“Fuck,” Louis whispered. “That’s Liam, my ride, so I have to go. Can I get your number so we can continue this conversation?”

“Uhm…” Harry furrowed his brow. Did he want Louis' number? Did he want to keep talking to him? He had a good time so far and felt comfortable in his presence but that’s a far cry from wanting to build any type of relationship with someone.

“Or can I give you my number so you can call the shots?”

That was still scary, Harry thought, but not as bad as giving Louis his own number. He could hear Liam calling for Louis again, so he quickly slid his phone out of his pants pocket, unlocked it and handed it over to Louis, who quickly put his number in.

or, Age play was never just about the sex for Harry. After his old domme tainted his experiences, he didn’t think he could regress again. He didn't think he would find someone to submit to, to let go of his worries and be the caregiver he craves. So, after a two year break, he decides to reenter the local BDSM scene. Meeting Louis Tomlinson at his first munch back wasn’t what Harry expected, but maybe it was what he needed.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 Liquid Gold [E, 9k]

Harry’s original intention wasn’t to tease but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward, dropping on his hands, and let his teeth graze Louis’ jaw. He delighted in Louis’ reaction- his breath hitched and was uneven, his body was pliant, and his eyes were already dilating. Harry moved his fangs from Louis’ jaw down to his neck, right over his jugular vein.

Harry’s eyes rolled back as he smelled Louis’ blood- there was the bitter copper smell that all blood had with notes of something sweet. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure, enough for Louis to stop breathing all together, and licked the vein. He kissed it and pulled away from Louis completely.

or, Louis has a biting kink and the only person he thinks can fulfill it is his vampire friend, Harry.

#authorrec #ficrec #wabadabadaba #hltracks #hlsource #hljournal #hlcreators #1dficvillage #trackinghome #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #yourlarrysource #1dsource

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xoxiu · 2 years ago

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autumn outside the post office - jin x reader

chapter two table of contents masterlist

≪ how long will beautiful things last? ≫

summary: it wasn't your fault that dr. kim was the most beautiful man you've ever seen. falling for him was entirely your fault, however. first semester at college and you're already dreaming of a student/professor relationship- so naughty and against the code of conduct. you like the thrill, though.

tags/warnings: smut, teacher!jin, college au, cute yet forbidden romance, daddy dom!jin, love triangles, frat boys jungkook and taehyung, age regression, age play, ddlg, spanking, eating disorders, mental health, first love, exhibitionism, lots of blowjobs, age gap

"Very few classical Korean works have been translated and appreciated outside of Korean culture. I hope to change that with the class." Seokjin started his lecture, basing it on a PowerPoint he had created the night before. The students listened quietly, jotting down notes on their laptops or notebooks. The professor took note of this, reminding his pupils that they learn better by physically writing notes on paper.

You didn't need to be told this- your purple notebook had been opened right as class started. Your notes had been very organized, jotting down key points of the PowerPoint as well as Dr. Kim's lecture. In high school, your notes made you a star student often used as an example for others. You badly wanted to blurt that out to make Dr. Kim proud, but you managed to control yourself.

"Does anyone know a famous classical Korean writer?"

"Kim Shisup!" The blonde from the bus stop spoke up from the front row. Seokjin looked her way with a smile.

"Good job, Cara! Someone paid attention in history class." The professor gave the student a wink. You felt rage and jealousy fill your entire body. Glaring at the back of her head, you tried to make her explode with your brain. Sadly, it did not work.

This was only your second time in Seokjin's class. You barely knew the professor, yet you wanted all of his attention solely on you. Seeing him act friendly with other students made your blood boil. Your notes soon turned messy as you aggressively wrote.

"Classical Korean literature was written in Chinese, and dealt with themes surrounding loyalty."

Oh, you'd be loyal to Dr. Kim. You only had eyes for him, unlike Cara. Cara probably went after every male professor in the Asian Language department. It was so obvious she wanted him; you could see her flirtatious gaze on him from your seat. As the class went on, you caught on to the playful banter between Dr. Kim and Cara and began to worry that something was going on between them.

Class ended on time, with Dr. Kim giving a quick wrap-up. He timed his lecture perfectly, allowing for a quick summary right at the end of class.

"And my apologizes to you Korean majors, most of today probably felt like the information you already knew."

"It's fine. Having a refresher is never a bad thing!" Cara said as she stood up. She waved goodbye to Dr. Kim before leaving the classroom.

You sucked your teeth to avoid calling her any rude names. Frantically, you tried to think of a question to ask now that class was done. Everything today made sense to you, but you needed time to talk to Dr. Kim one-on-one.

"Dr. Kim, I have a question," you said, walking up to his desk. He smiled at you, turning to give you his full attention. Somehow you missed him eyeing up your outfit- a purple plaid skirt with a flowing ivory blouse. What you didn't miss was him licking his lips.

"Anything for you, miss y/n," His voice made you blush, almost forgetting what exactly you wanted to ask him.

"You mentioned that whiteness was seen as a symbol of purity in ancient Korea. Could you go deeper into that for me?"

He blinked at your request, looking rather shocked by your question. The smile soon returned to his face, happy to answer you.

"That's an excellent question, y/n. I may have brushed over that too much," He leaned back in his chair, preparing to give you his spiel. "White is a very important color in Korea even today. It represents the sun, harvest, origins, and the foundations of humanity. When Westerners came across Korea, one of the first things they noted was the white clothing Koreans wore.

"I'm sure you meant to imply a sort of racial bias with your question, which is okay, as pale skin has always been seen as a status symbol in Korea."

You nodded as he answered your question, sheepishly smiling as he picked up your hidden intentions.

"Pale skin seems to be a status symbol in many cultures back then. I know Greeks held paleness to a high degree as well." Seokjin smiled and laughed at your statement, happily clasping his hands together.

"You're such a smart girl, y/n. I'm sure you know how all this applies to present-day racial bias and supremacy, too." You blushed hard at the compliment and were about to excuse yourself when Dr. Kim spoke up again.

"If you have any more good questions, feel free to stop by my office hours. They're listed on the syllabus," he paused a second before continuing. "Or feel free to email me anytime. Although, I prefer you visit me instead. I get rather lonely."

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Despite being much larger, the dining hall was much quieter than the cafeteria in high school. Everyone spoke at a normal level, watched videos with headphones in, and didn't goof around with the food. It was a nice change in pace for you.

You grabbed a tray and began to walk to the various food bars, hoping to find something good. Dinner service had only started a couple of minutes ago, so none of the lines were too long. In the end, you decided to make yourself a salad and grabbed some baklava from the Greek bar. You sat in the far corner of the dining hall near the exit. Balancing your phone against the condiment basket, you turned your attention to Netflix as you ate.

A notification popped up on your screen- another email from Dr. Kim. You went to swipe it away only to see that it was directly addressed to you. Curiously, you picked up your phone to read the email.

'y/n,

I couldn't help but note your curiosity about foreign cultures. I'm very impressed. I'd like for you to join us at our next Korean Cultural meeting this Friday at 6 pm. I know you're not a Korean major, but I think you'll get something out of this club.

- Dr. Kim Seokjin'

You smiled at the idea of Dr. Kim thinking about you, even well after class had ended. Looking over the email again, you frowned as you realized you had a meeting at that time. The meeting wasn't exactly necessary- it was just a check-in for first-year students to see how the first week of classes had gone. But at the same time, you weren't sure if the club was meant for you. You weren't Korean and had no cultural experience in that area. You only took Korean Literature because you needed a foreign literature credit. Not wanting to fully commit just yet, you didn't reply to the email.

Leaving the dining hall, you made your way up to your dorm room. Jennie was already back, diligently working on homework at her desk.

"I don't know why I have so much homework during the first week of classes. It's- oh! You look happy!" Jennie's frustrations faded as she noticed the large smile on your face. "Is it a boy?"

"Maybe," you teased, sitting down at your desk. You opened up your laptop to work on the chemistry homework you have due tomorrow, but your mind kept wandering to Dr. Kim.

"Wow, you must really like this guy," Jennie jokingly elbowed you with a smug smile. "That grin is just getting bigger and bigger."

You opened up the class page for Korean Literature, checking to see when Dr. Kim's office hours were. They were Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1 pm to 3 pm. Perfect, you thought, your chemistry class ended fifteen minutes before the start of his hours. You grew more giddy as you realized you were able to see him tomorrow.

Chemistry homework in college was much harder than chemistry homework in high school, you quickly learned. The questions were so confusing and the diagrams were borderline unreadable. It all made your head hurt.

A knock at your door drew both you and Jennie out of your intense concentration. Taking off your headphones, you went to go see who was at the door. Jimin, your RA, smiled at you.

"Hi, y/n! Hi Jennie!" He leaned in to wave at Jennie, who politely waved back. "I'm just letting you know there will be a hall meeting in the kitchenette in five minutes."

"We'll just head on down now, I guess," Jennie said, closing her laptop and walking out the door with you. Jimin continued knocking on doors, letting the other residents of the hall know about the meeting while you and Jennie got comfortable in the beanbags in the corner of the kitchenette.

Ten minutes had passed, and no one besides Jimin, you, and Jennie sat in the kitchenette. Jimin looked very displeased, looking down at his plate of brownies with a frown. He baked them for the residents at the meeting, expecting a room full of twenty students. Instead, the meeting turned into small talk between the three of you.

"Well, this sucks. I guess you two can have the brownies if you'd like."

#bts fanfic #seokjin x reader #kim seokjin #teacher/student #bts smut #college au #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #autumn outside the post office

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chronicbeans · 2 years ago

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Random Character Facts/Bios (Iolite Hospital)

Random info dump for my OCs! Yippee!!!!

TW: Chronic Illness, Hospital Settings/Doctors, Death/Embalming, Nihilism, Age Regression Due to Trauma

THE MORTICIAN: New boi! His name is Baxter and is Maya's uncle. He is a "land shark". Land sharks have a few defining features - floofy shark tails, short claws, paw pads and "toe beans" on their hands and feet, three fingers, and sharp teeth! Baxter loves death in the oddest of ways (he sees it as the most important thing in life, and uses it as a motivation to live how he likes). He is very excited over the prospect that EVERYONE will die, NOBODY will live to see their legacy, and as such, he believes that NOTHING matters. Unlike most, he fears never being forgotten after death. He is a hopeless romantic, falling in love quickly, easily, and obsessively. He currently has a crush on his assistant, Elizabeth. When "lovestruck", little hearts with X's for eyes will float around him, chirping out pieces of his thoughts. So he's just standing there, hearts in his eyes, as little hearts float and chirp things like "CUTE!" "PRETTY LADY!" "BEAUTIFUL VOICE!" "PERFECT!" His tail also wags when happy, the end of his tail curling to form a fluffy heart. Oh, he can also just like... Pull off a mean Charleston out of completely nowhere, with no warning. He'll be embalming a body, then just start dancing for no reason. He didn't even know he had a niece until Maya was admitted to the hospital. None of the doctors are really allowed to leave the hospital, instead just living in their offices. Only Dr. Cogsworth is allowed to go outside, because he is essentially an experiment on creating an artificial human. So, his creators want to see how he interacts with the outside world. Baxter is jealous of him. The only person he feels conflicted about dying is Maya, due to her both being related to him, as well as so young. So many things could happen in the Iolite Hospital that could hurt her, or worse...

ELIZABETH: She's a transgender woman, MTF. She's an Eyeless, much like Aluminum and many of the other doctors at the Iolite Hospital. She is very uh... off put by Baxter's nihilism. Not necessarily about the idea of nihilism, just by how enthusiastic and happy he is about his beliefs and obsession with death. She is also pretty conflicted by Baxter's feelings towards her, both from how off put she is by him, as well as the fact that her family isn't very accepting of relationships between land sharks and an Eyeless. Actually, they don't really accept relationships between any being with many animalistic features, such as tails, ears, and such, due to those animals existing separately (as in, normal sharks exist, too, alongside land sharks). So, despite the fact that land sharks are just like them with different physical features, many find them, alongside other animal-based beings, to be an odd choice to have a relationship with. Elizabeth never really denies his affection, and doesn't tell him to stop, either. She just finds it odd.

ALUMINUM: My baby boi. He's transgender, too! Specifically AFAB, agender, and he uses he/him they/them. He has allergic reactions to apples, cherries, and a few other fruits and veggies. This has caused him to just stop eating the majority of them, due to fear that it will make his esophagus more inflamed and narrow. So, his diet is mainly meat, bread, and dairy. He rarely eats nuts, due to them getting stuck in his throat. He is very particular about his meat, wanting it to be SOFT so it doesn't hurt. He needs to be able to turn it to mush with a fork. Dr. Cogsworth plans to try to convince him to go on a puree diet. Aluminum's favorite drink is strawberry milk, with his favorite food being cheesecake (but only the filling. He hates the crust). This has led to awkward moments where Aluminum will say "I love strawberry milk", then loudly slurp on his milk, with Derek standing right next to him, looking absolutely horrified, as Aluminum is confused as to why he looks so concerned. His room in the hospital is filled with plushies, sensory toys, a few baby bottles and his baby blanket from when he was a baby. That blanket is kind of a security item for him.

Derek: Strawberry cow boi. He is disturbed by the fact that people drink strawberry milk, but won't judge you for it. It is just odd to him as to why someone would WANT to drink the milk produced by his kind? He doesn't understand that, in the hospital, they don't go up to strawberry cows and milk them, and instead use powdered flavoring to make strawberry milk. Or that the carton milk isn't harvested from strawberry cows, either. Because he is so tall, when Aluminum is age regressing, he will just pick him up like a kid and carry him around. He also sleeps in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor, since he doesn't fit in the hospital beds, and it reminds him of the hay nests of his home.

Dr. Cogsworth: He can't eat. Which is ironic, because he works with the digestive system. He didn't get to choose to be a doctor, due to him being built to be one. Due to this, he has always lived in the hospital, finding that he is both physically relaxed when in it, but also a bit stir crazy. When he goes out to meet with Father Cosmos, or to get supplies, he often invites people to stay in the hospital. He is always confused when they say no. He doesn't entirely understand why his patients are upset, but can see the small signs that they are. He just... Cannot comprehend not wanting to be in the hospital, but wants to help the ones who don't leave.

^Here's a little bonus pic of Baxter being a loveable simping dork, taken from my phone's potato camera. Also, he calls Dr. Cogsworth Coggy just to annoy him.

#Tales from the Iolite Hospital #My OCs #my ocs are my babies #Info dump #oc info #my stories #story info

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babysizedfics · 4 years ago

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Headcanons Masterpost 2

constanty being updated - last edit 8 Nov 2020

Please do not reblog!

Bold headcanons are my personal faves!

Story stuff:

Trans/cis headcanons open to interpretation | Is Vee on anxiety meds?

Cute stuff:

Virgil

Roman

Doing his brothers makeup without makeup (plus bonus lipstick mwah) | acting proud when he's sad and everyones reactions (Plus some background on logan's relationship to him) | Acting like a cat | Dad forcing him to take a break | playing video games with virgil | being adorable without realising | Roman's middlespace | Middlespace roman babysitting

Logan

Patton

Janus

Remus

Hair | More hair | gappy teeth and squirting water

Remy

cool cousin remy and roman being a clingy puppy

Sock the Dog

Why she's called sock | Logan is a pushover with her | how she cheers up the family | loves car rides | Sock's stump

Multiple

#little/big concept masterpost #little/big concepts #little/big series

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thedefinitionofwarlock · 4 years ago

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‘Headcanons’ - Other Recurring Canon Characters

Dr. John Heimdall Watson

human

somewhere in his 30′s

typically considered average in appearance, though some think his moustache unattractive

soul-blade: Ossifer (shard of bone, barely larger than a toothpick)

was sent to the Battle of Maiwand in Afghanistan, where he ended up shot through the left shoulder; contracted ‘enteric fever’ from the filthy conditions of the hospital at Peshawar, lost a dangerous amount of weight; once he recovered he was discharged from the army

ended up back in London, nearly penniless and in desperate need of employment, proper nourishment, and a permanent place to live; his old school acquaintance Stamford introduced him to Warlock Holmes (or more like, pushed Watson onto Warlock so he could move out of 221B and be ‘freed’ from Warlock’s unusual company)

Watson agreed to move in, especially upon learning he would only have to pay one sovereign, once, for the entirety of his rent - as well as move in at exactly midnight and walk in backwards over the threshold

was given the far larger of the two bedrooms, while Warlock occupied the almost closet-sized other

he noticed several strange things occurring around Warlock but ignored them, until the latter received a ‘message’ from Moriarty’s entrapped soul and a letter from Inspector Grogsson both talking about a murder case; Watson tagged along and ended up being an immense help; since then, he’s gotten more and more involved in cases and dealing with the supernatural/magical world

Mrs. Hudson

human

in her 70′s

barely 4 feet tall, wears battered pink house slippers; was “a tough old spinster, as advanced in age as she was regressed in height and interpersonal skills”, with “the eyes of a weasel, the heart of a shrew, and a scowl to rival any of the grand inquisitors who had so troubled Spain in the 1400s”

would sometimes appear unannounced outside the door to their rooms, staring with supreme disapproval at whoever first opened it

was a very avid collector of French smut novels, which she attempted to conceal around the house

Warlock and Watson agreed to only rely on her for the washing of dirty dishes - though even these would sometimes be returned in pieces, as if broken out of spite

Inspector Vladislav Lestrade

vampire

true age unknown; appears to be in his mid-50′s

small, pale, and hunched, with beady eyes, a Romanian accent, and a wide maw of overlapping fangs (usually speaks in a tight-lipped fashion to hide his teeth)

often has a complaint for every occasion

holds ‘annihilist’ views - believes there should be nothing, would happily destroy all of creation (even himself) if given the power - yet still quietly values being considered a friend

an Inspector of the London police force, has risen to the position through his knowledge of blood and assistance from Warlock and Grogsson - though his success is resented among his Scotland Yard peers

Inspector Torg Grogsson

ogre

age unknown

stands at least 7, even 8 feet tall; difficult for suits to fit his thickly-muscled body; has coarse brown body hair and sandpapery stubble on his chin

often has his fists wrapped in cloth like a prizefighter’s, also wears a battered bowler hat (dented from repeatedly hitting his head against doorframes he walks through)

has an intense admiration for gentle and graceful people

speaks basic English

has a tasteful eye for interior decoration

often easily falls for women, especially if they’re pretty and kind-hearted

an Inspector of the London police force, rose to his position through his skill at intimidating criminals into confessing and assistance from Warlock and Lestrade - though his success is also resented among his Scotland Yard peers

Irene Adler

human

likely in her late 20′s/early 30′s

rather attractive; has piercing green eyes and quite short brown hair (to make it easier to wear wigs in her disguises)

‘adventuress’ and a vaunted contralto

grew up poor and orphaned, taken in by Moriarty in her youth, but has now gone her own way and has her own aims

current possessor of both the Heart and the Cruciator, after murdering Godfrey Norton

has become a sort of nemesis to Watson, as she sometimes foils his plans or is involved in cases

seeks “the answer to the human question ... How can we make ourselves happy? Fulfilled? How can we win this strange game we find ourselves thrust into?”

Professor James Moriarty

sorcerer

age unknown

used to appear as an austere, black-clad man with small dark eyes; current appearance changes, as his soul/concept possesses various people

soul-blade: Kullek (blade roughly the size of a butter knife)

mastermind of various criminal enterprises, often gives his agents magical artifacts to further facilitate such deeds

seeks a form of immortality - wants to exist at every point in history, in every dimension; can’t bear not to know a thing and doesn’t want to miss out on any of it, including dying in various ways; simply put, he wants omniscience

was Warlock’s ‘master’ back in the mid-1600s for a while; abandoned him after the fifth ley line was opened beneath Baskerville Hall in 1643; took him on to not only teach some control but to learn how to turn base metals into gold, abused and maltreated Warlock when the boy was repeatedly unable to properly explain the process

had his physical body killed by Warlock’s soul-blade some time later, cast down into a deep well; his soul/self-concept survived, though, and for a long time was entrapped within the threads of Warlock’s own soul

when the soulbinder Milverton died (murdered by Irene Adler), enough threads vanished for Moriarty’s ‘soul’ to escape and continue his nefarious work - largely by possessing various people/creatures

Mary Morstan

human

entirely average in appearance - height, build, face, with plain hair and drably colored/cut clothes

believes she is owed whatever she wants due to being an orphan, continues trying to use that fact to her advantage despite being a grown adult

worked as a governess for the Forresters until being soul-bound and unhappily married to Watson (due to Warlock’s interference, as he wanted to lessen Watson’s involvement with Moriarty and Irene Adler in particular, since Warlock could sense the doom encroaching upon his friend ever since meeting Adler)

thanks to her portion of the Agra treasure and marriage to a now-established doctor, she enjoyed a comfortably lavish lifestyle and took full advantage of that

was possessed by Moriarty at one point, who used her frequent social gatherings as a cover to coordinate with his agents; ended up being pulled into a deep chasm in a ‘magicless’ area of Switzerland

#headcanons

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cxttonteethviolence-a · 5 years ago

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Please Read || “Tali”

If you have been here for a while, then you know that Wyatt has been a Silent Hill O.C. for some years now. However, as the Silent Hill fandom has gradually died off of Tumblr, plus with my interest in creating an original work around Wyatt, I have changed several things from his story, to his personality, to the NPC’s of his life. I’ll have all of the updated information on Wyatt’s new page -- as I very slowly work on finishing it, but for now, I’ll make posts here to keep everyone updated on how Wyatt has changed.

tw: sexual assault || child abuse

Before:

As a Silent Hill O.C., Wyatt grew up as a relatively normal kid, short of some slight neglect and abuse from his step-father -- of which, he thinks is his birth father at this time, until he was 14 and met a young man 3 years older than him by name of Kyle. Rather gullible in his youth, Kyle gained Wyatt’s trust easily, and within a couple of months, Kyle was able to use Wyatt for blood ritual with him none the wiser. What Wyatt was unaware of was that Kyle was his half-brother, and more, part of a sect of The Order known as ‘The Disciples of our Holy Mother’ that had migrated to Texas two hundred years prior, and was attempting to use the blood of his unbaptized brother to bastardize the works of God for his own gain. This backfired, however, as the ritual instead summoned the first martyred Saint, St. Jennifer, to inhabit part of Wyatt’s soul and body, which lead to Wyatt experiencing a complete physical and violent bodily possession, resulting in the death of his father and crippling of his mother. For the rest of his life, Wyatt must share his body with the presence of St. Jennifer who, with the power of foresight, pyrokinesis, astral projection, and a direct link to God Herself, goes through periods of activity and regression, depending on Wyatt’s proximity to God’s power.

Now:

As an original muse, Wyatt’s treatment from his step-father is a little harsher than in his Silent Hill verse. Though the knowledge that Dean Maverick isn’t actually his father is not known to any of the Maverick children, it is clear that Wyatt is the black sheep of their father’s love.

The product of an affair, Wyatt is the blood son to Sheriff Mark Kibson, who is not only a sheriff, but also the leader to a centuries old religion that Dakota Maverick herself had once practiced, but had since rejected for her husband’s Christian worship. They had been childhood sweethearts, and with one too many cocktails, they found themselves in bed together, creating what would be the end for the both of them.

Unwittingly, Dakota Maverick had her pregnancy test done in the same office where other practitioners of her former religion worked, overheard her confessing who the real father was, and would actively work against her for their own benefit. Meant to be kept a secret, the biological father was instead contacted by a Dr. Vinny Belle, who wanted to make alliances. Dr. Vinny Belle, a lifelong practitioner of the Witchgod Faith, was expected to have a daughter in the next couple of months, and with the Kibson bloodline being direct lineage to that of the Cassandra Cavelier, one the Founding Sisters, Dr. Belle hoped that he could trade the foreknowledge of Sheriff Kibson’s future child in exchange for a blood bond between their children, should the child be born a boy.

Sheriff Kibson refused, choosing instead to keep the birth of this illegitimate child separate from the rest of his family. Months passed, and as soon as Wyatt was born, Dr. Belle ended up performing the bonding ritual anyways, promising the intertwining of their children to their Witchgod once they were both old enough. Dr. Belle and his wife had planned to keep their daughter around the same vicinity as Wyatt and his family, but before they could, Dakota was informed of this plan by a former friend from the Faith, and she put an end to it, threatening to tell the Sheriff everything if they ever came close to her son. With the Sheriff being a man to be feared, the threat worked.

Wyatt Maverick and Susan Belle never met each other, however, they both experienced what would be written off as an imaginary friend, seeing glimpses of each other as they grew up. Wyatt would call his imaginary friend “Tali”. He would see her playing with blocks, coloring, doing homework, brushing her teeth, crying, anything and everything, Wyatt would catch shadow mist glimpses of this young girl who always seemed to mirror his own age. It would often become a daily activity for his sisters, assuming this was just a years-long game of pretend, to ask him: “What’s Tali doing today?”, and he would tell them. As they grew older, they’d stop asking, and Wyatt would stop talking about her, but she never went away.

At 14, the visions of Tali stopped being friendly. Once simply a part of every day life, the appearance of Tali was now saved for his nightmares, often bringing with her a horrible sense of dread, terror, and the smell of burnt flesh. During the day, she would notice him, where they’d never crossed paths before. Too afraid to speak of this shift in his consciousness, Wyatt does not speak of it to anyone.

It’s not until Wyatt is 28 years old that Wyatt finds out the truth of “Tali”. At 14, “Tali” is Susan Belle, and her parents have just informed her that she is spiritually betrothed to Wyatt Kibson, but that no one is allowed to know the truth until the time is right. Having been raised in the Faith, Susan is excited for the marriage, and feels honored to have been chosen for a Son of Cassandra. She knows she can’t tell just anyone, but feels as though she can trust one of her best friends, who has also been raised in the faith. Unfortunately, this information gets back to the most dangerous of the Kibson line, Sheriff Kibson’s third son, Kyle Kibson, who takes vigilante action against the Belle family.

Kyle was unaware of his youngest sibling, and feeling betrayed by his father’s secrecy, took his anger out on Susan and Wyatt. By 17, Kyle had already committed multiple accounts of sexual assault, assault, theft, and trespassing, all deflecting legal action with the connections of his father. He did incur extreme levels of physical punishments for his actions by the hands of his father, but this only ever made him better at covering up his tracks.

With Susan, Kyle kidnapped the poor girl, drugging her and taking her to an old, abandoned gas station a few miles out from his family’s farm. There, he used her to practice ritual magic, torturing her with the original methods used by the founders of their Witchgod Faith. Though he did not kill Susan, Kyle did rape and torture the young girl before informing his father of the Belle family plan.

Infuriated by not only the deceit of his brethren of Faith, but also through the actions of his son, Sheriff Kibson took no mercy in his decision to immolate the entire Belle line. Susan’s death was quick and painless, opting to shoot her in the head, as she had done nothing wrong, but her parents would be taken to the Kibson Farm where they would be burnt alive and fed to the pigs for feed. Susan was buried an unmarked grave, and the disappearance of the Belle family was an open and shut case.

Kyle was beaten, arguably, within an inch of his life and forced through surgical castration, where it was then assumed that he would learn to stay in line and lose his violent urges. But once again, this only made him better at hiding them.

From ages 14 to 28, Wyatt sees Tali as a ghost-like figure; rotting, mangled, and always part of the shadows. She still always seems to mirror his age, and always manages to find her way to the corner of his eye. He is misdiagnosed as “paranoid schizophrenic”, and for the most part, does not question that validity. From 28-32, Wyatt learns the truth of Susan Bell, and his visions of her shift to what she would have looked like alive. He finally believes in her presence, and that belief strengthens the energy around her, giving conscious thought to what’s left of her. She helps him uncover and dismantle the truth of his family, aiding him in killing Kyle.

#headcanon;;#so this is suuuuuper long #but also super important if you care about wyatt's backstory and his switch from silent hill to original content #will there be similarities? of course there will be #i'm wring the content i want to consume #but i think it's different enough that it won't be an outright copycat #also i would just really really appreciate if anyone reads this #tali;;

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I tag @blitzindite @reverseblackholeofwords @huffle-dork @jurassicraptorcat @crystalninjaphoenix @iv0ry-keys @cryptvokeeper

A while back @septic-dr-schneep got a lot of asks for a kid AU. It was a really cute AU and I started writing a thing for it. Unfortunately, Patient got burnt out from the asks- there were just too many. Patient no longer accepts age regression asks. However, I’ve kept my writing project because I actually liked it. It was fun to write and it was fun to read over. I’ve gone back and worked on it a few times since and it’s hit 9 pages, 3,155 words that I’d divide into two chapters. It got a little bit out of hand. But I still love it, and I still want to continue it, even if I never post it or actually finish it. It’s one of the few pieces I have I’m genuinely proud of, something that I’m not just satisfied with but happy with.

Here are a few passages from that.

Bim let out a little squeak when Wilford pulled his gun out of the back of his pants, cocking it and slipping his finger over the trigger. Slowly, with long cautious steps that reminded Bim of the Jims trying to be sneaky, Wilford approached the coat. He nudged one of the arms with his shoe as if expecting the coat itself to jump up and grab him. When the Host’s trench coat continued being a normal, if not slightly more bloodstained than usual coat, Wilford turned his attention on the bump. Stepping directly over the coat, Wilford bent over and poked the lump with the tip of his pistol. It shuddered, and a tiny muffled noise came from the confines of the fabric.

“What is it?” Bim hissed, earning an annoyed hand flapping back in his vague direction and a comically loud shushing. Wilford slid the pistol tip under the nearest corner, steeling himself for the reveal. Bim moved his hands from his mouth over his eyes, daring a glance through his fingers as Wilford suddenly flipped the jacket over.

The first thing that Wilford recognized was the soft mop of black hair, disrupted only by a prominent and very familiar gold streak. Second were the tiny fists balled up in front of an equally small and plump face, smeared with blood and hiding dripping empty eye sockets. Lastly, Wilford saw the pink trembling lips and flinched back at the distinct sounds of a very upset toddler preparing to cry.

“Ho-” Wilford started but never finished.

The Host hiccuped suddenly, entire tiny body trembling furiously before he took a deep breath, chest expanding, and wailed.

Wilford’s gun fired and Bim screamed.

The tiny sniffles of the child drew Ed’s attention away from the adult egos. Somehow the toddler had gotten a portion of the trench coat flipped up, but wasn’t able to get further underneath it without the aid of his hands. Once again Ed found himself panicking at the sheer amount of blood visible, and the continued fresh streams pouring down the kid’s cheeks, despite his best attempt to staunch the flow with his little fists.

Okay, maybe the kid was a tiny version of the Host.

Maybe Wilford actually turned the Host into a child.

That… wasn’t the strangest thing that could have happened with Wilford involved, actually.

“Alright, c'mere squirt, let ol’ Eddy take a look at ya.”

The moment Ed’s fingers brushed ever so lightly against the Host’s body another piercing wail ripped itself from the child’s throat, loud and shrill enough to send all of the adult egos scrambling back. Despite his size, the Host proved to have a true set of lungs in him as he hiccuped, caught his breath momentarily, and then screamed bloody murder a third time.

Panicked, Ed quickly scrambled away, putting his hands firmly over his ears like the rest of the egos, with the exception of the Googles. He looked around pleadingly but got cringing and blank looks in return. The scream abruptly died, turning into a choked sob that teetered off into little gasps and full body shudders.

“I’d like to remind y’all that I work with babies, not kids.”

“Isn’t he a baby?” Wilford raises his eyebrow, waiting for the Host’s mouth to fully shut before cautiously taking his hands off of his ears.

“No, he’s a toddler, there’s a difference, ya moron.”

“What,” Dark hissed, teeth bared as he dragged his eyes across each of the gathered egos “have you done this time?”

A tiny whine drew Dark’s attention to the floor and to the Host, who had curled up on his side with one of the arms of his too big trench coat tossed over him, shivering violently at the onslaught of Dark’s wrath warped the world around him. The other egos watched as Dark’s angry expression fell away, replaced with stunned shock.

For the first time since the discontinuation of the Cyndago egos, Darkiplier was speechless.

Gradually the shadows melted away, swirling and rushing back to Dark, collecting and then disappearing at his feet. He reigned in his ringing aura, pulsing with soft worried blue and shrouded with hot aggressive red. Taking slow, measured steps, Dark approached the Host, carefully stopping at the very edge of the thoroughly soaked trench coat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his ally, his friend, clearly in deep distress and bleeding heavily.

#writing #my writing #meme #markiplier #age regression #the host #darkiplier #bim trimmer #bim #wilford #wilford warfstache #ed edgar #google #googleplier #I hope you like it Patient!

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servicedogforum · 3 years ago

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October is Rett Syndrome Awareness Month ▪️Rett syndrome is a neurodevelopmental disorder that affects girls almost exclusively. It is characterized by normal early growth and development followed by a slowing of development, loss of purposeful use of the hands, distinctive hand movements, slowed brain and head growth, problems with walking, seizures, and intellectual disability. ▪️The disorder was identified by Dr. Andreas Rett, an Austrian physician who first described it in a journal article in 1966. It was not until after a second article about the disorder, published in 1983 by Swedish researcher Dr. Bengt Hagberg, that the disorder was generally recognized. ▪️The course of Rett syndrome, including the age of onset and the severity of symptoms, varies from child to child. Before the symptoms begin, however, the child generally appears to grow and develop normally, although there are often subtle abnormalities even in early infancy, such as loss of muscle tone (hypotonia), difficulty feeding, and jerkiness in limb movements. Then, gradually, mental and physical symptoms appear. As the syndrome progresses, the child loses purposeful use of her hands and the ability to speak. Other early symptoms may include problems crawling or walking and diminished eye contact. The loss of functional use of the hands is followed by compulsive hand movements such as wringing and washing. The onset of this period of regression is sometimes sudden. ▪️Apraxia — the inability to perform motor functions — is perhaps the most severely disabling feature of Rett syndrome, interfering with every body movement, including eye gaze and speech. ▪️Children with Rett syndrome often exhibit autistic-like behaviors in the early stages. Other symptoms may include walking on the toes, sleep problems, a wide-based gait, teeth grinding and difficulty chewing, slowed growth, seizures, cognitive disabilities, and breathing difficulties while awake such as hyperventilation, apnea (breath holding), and air swallowing. Learn more at: https://www.ninds.nih.gov/Disorders/Patient-Caregiver-Education/Fact-Sheets/Rett-Syndrome-Fact-Sheet #rettsyndrome #rettsyndromeawareness https://www.instagram.com/p/CVIslUXgjl_/?utm_medium=tumblr

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cyrelia-j · 7 years ago

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[Drabble] Inside a Dream (Garak/Bashir)

Messing with short one shots between all the massive work on Limitless so expect to see more of these. (Some will post on AO3, some won’t just kinda depends) IDK what the hell I was thinking here. Between the music and the plot this wrecked me, Jesus. Anyway, this mind trip was based off Echosmith’s “Lesson"

AU but not really, Julian and Garak meet in another place and time perhaps. ANGST warning set at the end of everything (books and whatnot)

“Then I’ll be watching every breath you take And if you wanna play a wicked game ‘Cause all I’ve got to go off Are lessons from a love song”

Julian first sees the lizard man after he buys his cigarettes. He’s leaning against the brick face of the small gas station convenience store looking for a lighter. That’s when he sees him. He rubs his eyes in the red of the sunset and squints, not sure that he’s seeing him right. His vision isn’t as good as it used to be. The doctors told him that he might never properly recover it after the accident. Julian steps away from the building carefully. His step isn’t as easy as it used to be either. “Sir?” He asks as the lizard man comes closer to him. Julian doesn’t see a tail. He doesn’t see an elongated face or teeth like an alligator but there’s something distinctly reptilian about his countenance. His skin is grey, if it can properly be called as such. He has scales. He has ridges running around his eyes, down his forehead and a strange dip in the center. His neck- at least what Julian can see of it- is also thick with ridges. Julian wonders if he’s the only one who sees him. Strange, but there isn’t anyone else around right now.

The lizard man offers him a lighter and he takes it thankfully. This is it then, he supposes. He’s going to lose the last thing that he thought he still had. Oh who are you kidding, Julian, you haven’t had a grip on reality since you woke up. Julian takes a deep pull on the Marlboro Red and thanks him. He expects the man will continue his business inside. Julian wonders if he’s one of those old bastards that smokes Pall Malls. But the lizard man doesn’t go inside but instead continues standing in front of Julian. “Right, well thank you again for the lighter um… is there something I can help you with. I’m afraid I don’t have any change for the bus. Check won’t be in til the first and this was hard enough to scrape together you know I…” Julian trails off not knowing why he’s explaining all this to a complete stranger. “You know I walked here myself,” he finishes with a breath out. He’d rather not be up that part of Brunswick in the dark.

“Yes, I’m proud of you, Julian,” the lizard man says to him and it’s such a strange thing to hear from an even stranger man. “How do you know my name?” Julian asks. He didn’t give it to him. At least he doesn’t think so. He can usually trust his memories. Most of the time, anyway. “You gave me the privilege a long time ago. You might have forgotten. It may have been several lifetimes by some accounts even.” Julian feels his brows knit in confusion at that but he doesn’t question it. He knows that he’ll write it down in his notes tonight. He’s sure he would have remembered such a creature and yet he doesn’t. “I’m terribly sorry then. There was an accident you see so I… I sometimes forget things. I’m afraid I don’t recall your name. But you know me.” He does know why but he can see that the lizard man knows him. He hates that he can’t remember. He takes another puff to calm that agitation. “If you say that you know me then I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to believe you.”

Julian smiles a bit and the lizard man smiles back at him. It looks like it’s painful. Perhaps the facial muscles aren’t meant to contort in such a fashion. The thought of the lizard man in pain doesn’t quite sit well with him. Julian supposes that’s the doctor they told him he used to be. “If it’s painful, then you don’t have to do it. I’ll forgive you,” Julian says trying to lighten the mood. Somehow that only seems to make it worse. It looks like it hurts him more now to smile. Julian doesn’t understand. “Did I say something wrong?” Julian watches as the lizard man draws in a breath before shaking his head. Julian is sure that somehow he’s upset him but he doesn’t quite know how to fix it. Perhaps the smoke is bothering him? Julian attempts to clear the air. “Never,” he hears spoken in a shaky huff. The lizard man puts a hand on his shoulder, and Julian thinks as he catches a glimpse of his eyes up close they’re just breathtakingly blue. He takes another smoke finding that his own hand is trembling.

“You should go home,” the lizard man says giving his shoulder a small squeeze. He’s right of course but it seems a shame now that they’ve just met. Julian doesn’t have a number that he can give him. He’d rather not give the shared line at the place he’s staying now. His room doesn’t have its own phone. They say it’s because some residents need to be monitored too carefully for regression into bad habits. Julian doesn’t think that he can ask the man back either after hours. “It seems a shame. I mean… I mean you clearly know me Mister… um…” Julian really can’t remember even though he feels that he should be able to. “No Mister,” is whispered again and Julian is sure that he keeps saying the absolute wrong thing. “Just…” there’s a swallow and another painful smile. “Just Garak,” the lizard man says. Julian promises himself that he’ll write it in his notebook when he gets in. He tries to hurry his smoke along.

“Garak,” he repeats with a nod to himself. “Promise I won’t forget it this time,” Julian says with a self deprecating duck of his head. “Would it be alright to ask for a number? I just… I just have a few questions, maybe a few blanks that you can help me fill in when you have the time. Well, I wouldn’t be able to call soon. Not the first yet,” he says laughing softly. He doesn’t know if he ever used to have money, things, family. Julian supposes it’s better that way. They told him when he woke up that he had a wife. Lovely woman they said, named Sarina. But she stopped coming two years before he awoke so he never had a chance to meet her. He was surprised they hadn’t pulled the plug on him honestly and relearning to walk was such a misery but they said he was a special case and so even at fifty two years old, Julian just took that to mean that there was something he was left yet to do.

The lizard man, that is Garak, doesn’t answer him and that stare is a bit unsettling but somehow it doesn’t unnerve him the way it ought to. It never did. The though flits into his head and then out again with the breeze. Julian blinks at it staring hard, trying to will his brain to remember. They said it may all come back at once, in spurts, or never anything more than his name and the history that Sarina had provided them. All he knew is that he was a special case and the state would at least see that he didn’t starve. Well God bless the Garden State, he’d thought. Julian wonders if Garak might not have heard him but he sees another shake of that head. He notes that Garak’s hair is white, carefully slicked back. He doesn’t know why Garak’s age hadn’t registered with him. Had he known Garak differently before? “I’m afraid calling won’t be possible,” Garak says and his voice is a lot more even. Julian’s relieved at that. “But I know where to find you now.”

Again, that should concern him but Julian only feels relief at that. The two of them look at each other a moment longer. Julian hopes the next time won’t be quite so awkward. “Well that’s ah… that’s good. It was good, this was good. Meeting you that is… again? And um… thank you for the light.” he says feeling quite silly saying it all that way. Garak nods and wow, he really can’t keep his foot out of his mouth because that misty look is back again. Julian clears his throat and holds out his hand awkwardly to shake, switching his cigarette to his left hand before deciding just to let it drop with a quick crush of his worn red Converse. Garak looks down at Julian’s outstretched hand and instead gently guides his arm up by the wrist. Julian lets him position his fingers and remains still when Garak pressed their palms together, warm between their fingertips.

Their hands are both older, rougher, Garak’s not quite as straight as they once were. He doesn’t know how he knows that but he’s certain of it. Julian can hear the church bells starting to chime for six after they’ve stood there like that a moment. He really needs to go. They both lower their hands at the same time. There are so many things that Julian wants to say, wants to ask, but he doesn’t know where to begin. He thought he remembered being much more brave, more bold, less broken but… but Dr. Parmak tells him that he needs to focus on building on the foundation that’s there. He should tell Dr. Parmak about Garak as well. “Thank you,” Julian says again as he zips his jacket back up and gets his stiff legs moving again. He’s about to protest when Garak wordlessly helps him off the high curb. But he can see that Garak struggles as well and merely accepts the help with silent consideration. Julian shouldn’t have left his cane but he can make it. He always does.

“Take care,” Garak says and Julian thinks he hears something following that sounds like “my dear” but he’s sure he’s imagining such a thing from the strange old lizard man. Somehow that thought leaves him feeling sad as he nods once more and starts carefully walking back the dark city street to his room on the second floor. The darkness tends to make him uneasy but somehow tonight he feels safe. Julian wonders if he really will see Garak again. He can only dare to dream…

The room shimmers back around him, and Garak nearly collapses when it does. And when he does Parmak is there to catch him as best as he can. A few feet away, Julian lays silently on the bed, not stirring. The strange mutants that used to look up to Julian had said that the modified holoprojector would be able to manifest the world inside Julian’s head the same as any holoprogram. Their leader, Jack, had said it was the least that they owed Julian for everything that he’d done for them. Garak had thanked them politely but hadn’t believed them. He was sure as he’d said to Kelas that there wasn’t anything left there. Kelas was never one to accept such things so easily. Kelas had opted to use the device in Julian’s room where Garak was afraid to. Every week for months, Kelas would come to him and tell him that Julian was there, that Garak needed to see him. Kelas was right.

Julian needed him. Garak wasn’t there.

“Elim?” I would have left him there if it wasn’t for you. Garak feels Parmak’s arms tighten around him and he doesn’t understand how Kelas has remained so strong. “Breathe for me Elim. You need to come back too.” Garak realizes that he had in fact collapsed. The both of them are twined around each other like two miserable orphans clinging. He can’t imagine that Kelas is comfortable under his weight but he makes no complaint. Kelas always seems fragile to those who don’t know him but Kelas is an unbreakable iron tower who suffers every lean Garak has to make on him. Garak can see that his spectacles are hopelessly fogged. Kelas tells him to breathe again and he finds his breaths are shaky. “I’m sorry, K-kelas I can’t q-quite seem to…” “It’s alright, Elim,” Kelas whispers to him. “He’s alright.” And that’s when Garak figures out, wise and brilliant Castellan that the reason he cannot breathe, the reason that he cannot see is because there’s water in his eyes and water in his lungs and he thinks that he very well might die drowning in that anguish. “Kelas,” comes out as a pitiful whimper, comes out as raw pain as he says the name again, unable to do anything but bury his face into the comforting warmth of Kelas’ shoulder. Kelas is always warm when everything else is cold.

Just like Julian was. Just like Julian is. And Garak is going to see him again.

“Won’t you tell me all your sweet little lies So I can die here in your arms tonight? ‘Cause all I’ve got to go off Are lessons from a love song”

(I couldn't resist adding more so here's Part 2)

#star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #ds9 fanfic #fic drabble #garak/bashir #garashir #julian bashir #elim garak #angst #fanfic

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dreamties · 3 years ago

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continuing this here because it has a maximum text amount that i apparently reached lol

this is basically all queer HCs + some good agere sweetness <33

this isn't even a headcanon. i love Sam <3 need more of her in scream 6 lets be honest.

okay but seriously !!

I think she started having hallucinations around the time she found out the truth abt her dad, but didn't actually start seeing Billy until the middle of high school. sophomore-junior year. like, it grew over time. and she wasn't able to get the help she needed until after she moved away.

in general, she has a very tough time opening up to new people. she was friends with Richie for a year-ish before they began dating.

she is very prone to self sabotage. and practically isolated herself- even before she moved.

she doesn't like taking her meds but they do help control some of her delusions.

she gets a lot of graphic intrusive thoughts and has had to learn how to cope with them w/out drug abuse and panic attacks.

oh mygosh actually. age regressor sam !!! <33

i so should write something with her abt that :O

she likes cuddling up with a stuffy from her childhood and curling up on the couch. she doesn't like having a lot of blankies and such because it makes her feel trapped.

Okay now for happier news <3

solely because I don't want Sam to come across anymore hurt- she never told Richie abt her regression, so he never acted as a CG for her. a few years after the films events she's in a loving + healthy relationship with someone who knows about her psychosis and regression and still loves her anyways and does what they can to get her through all this hell <33

she loves cuddling with her CG and when they read bed time stories to her. she likes ones with happy endings and friendly creatures.

She goes nonverbal when she's super stressed.

i cant explain it but she would love the muppets. she really identifies with the members of dr teeth + the electric mayhem.

some of her other favorites rr fozzie + gonzo <33

she also watched the labyrinth almost obsessively as a kid. it's a comfort movie now !! :3

she has to be careful with some of the content she consumes. she can get pretty bad derealization which will often trigger her paranoia & delusions. . .and then make said derealization worse

she involuntarily regresses when stressed and/or going through psychosis. she also Voluntarily regresses just to cope with past traumas <33

having people that genuinely care about her in her life has really helped her find new ways to cope with her issues

She's a queer woman that uses primarily she/her + sometimes they/them pronouns !! (basically whichever ppl rr comfier w/ using)

Richie was bi and used he/him pronouns but is now dead <3

Amber was a lesbian who used they/them prns but is also now dead

Tara isn't sure what she identifies with yet, she likes she/her pronouns though.

Mindy is bi & uses any prns!

Chad is nonbinary, bi & uses he/him prns!

Martha doesn't use any labels (her previous partner was a woman though and she's basically into anyone regardless of gender. . .as long as they're kind <3). She much prefers she/her pronouns!

(unrelated Martha is kind of a queen and deserves more love)

the ask is now deleted because tumblr was being a lil goofy + silly again-- my dear anon basically asked me if I had any headcanons on 5cream because they were hyperfixating on it a LOT (at the time of the ask)

tw: scream (2022) spoilers, psychosis + med discussion, panic attacks?? um...i think thats the main stuff. love yall, hope ya enjoy :)

okay. gale and dewey are still together between 4 + 5, and thus still married during the films events. mostly because I genuinely adore them together but ALSO-- double the angst when dewey ends up dying lol

Martha Meeks is a single mother. She adopted her two kids when they were babies, with her at the time partner. I haven't decided on why her partner is out of the picture, just that they are. Also, I don't think she married a cishet man . . .or a man at all . . .

I do believe the other parent was not present fairly early on in the youngins lives

Martha would tell stories of her older brother to her children when they were growing up !!

mostly in part that she knows Randy would have done the same- tell ridiculous stories of himself to them, that is. but also as a way to keep his memory alive. it's really hard for her to talk about him sometimes, but part of her healing process is being able to cherish the time he was with her and move on with her life.

Speaking of her brother, she really isn't a fan of horror. But growing up in a town like Woodsboro you kind of need to know a thing or two about surviving one.

When the children were young- not too young, just about early middle maybe elementary school- she started this weekly or monthly movie night. It was never explicitly said that these movie watchings were to prepare for a life in her hometown, but it became more apparent to her kids over time. (like not to add extra trauma to these kids but like. im gonna add extra trauma to these kids)

she would start off with things she remembered watching with her brother. which wasn't Randy's usual stuff, btw. It wasn't all slasher stuff and hot girls. Randy did have some self awareness haha

also !! classic monster horror. not necessarily scary. kinda cheesy, even.

Mindy absolutely grew up idolizing her uncle !! she's a little upset she'll never meet him. but she feels like she knew him so well just with how many stories she's heard about him.

she of course loves horror films. i mean any films, really. she's drawn towards more modern stuff. less of the splatterfests and more psychological. but really she's always up for any sort of scare :)

Chad has never liked horror!! :( He doesn't enjoy being scared. He'll only watch it with his mom and sister or people he REALLY trusts / feels safe around. he appreciates the sillier more humorous horror!! more absurd, more cheap, the better.

Tara and Amber were literally dating what're yall talking abt???

like their feelings for each other were SO apparent in the movie. plus it makes the betrayal with Amber as one of the killers just that juicier <33

this isn't even a headcanon. i love Sam <3 need more of her in scream 6 lets be honest.

okay but seriously !!

in general, she has a very tough time opening up to new people. she was friends with Richie for a year-ish before they began dating.

she is very prone to self sabotage. and practically isolated herself- even before she moved.

she doesn't like taking her meds but they do help control some of her delusions.

she gets a lot of graphic intrusive thoughts and has had to learn how to cope with them w/out drug abuse and panic attacks.

oh mygosh actually. age regressor sam !!! <33

i so should write something with her abt that :O

she likes cuddling up with a stuffy from her childhood and curling up on the couch. she doesn't like having a lot of blankies and such because it makes her feel trapped.

apparently theres a text limit. i'll cont. this post soon <3

Stu's still alive I don't care what y'all say :((

#Okay I think. These headcanons are complete for now #I’ll add them to my master list later today ^_^#ALSO lowkey kinning Sam now lmao #Half of the stuff I wrote for her was just based off myself haha #And I’m still just happy to see a non-demonized psychotic character <333 #scream 2022 #samantha carpenter #5cream #headcanons #sfw interaction only #sfw agere #sfw age regression #scream

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