#Joel Smallishbeans agere

[theconstellationprincess]

Brain dump of Joel I did on discord (Joel Smallishbeans I’m coming for you)

- He can get awkward surrounding his regression, but once he’s regressed, he’s all in

- Has a complicated relationship with regression that really only got worse with the life series

- Struggles with communicating his needs about his regression and when regressed

- Etho obsessed oh my gosh. He’d never admit it when big, but now that he’s on Hermitcraft, every time he slips he wanders the distance to Ethos base to see him

- Him and Iskall play pretend, but not normal games like permit office or postman, they play divorce and stuff. Their CGs get a kick out of it.

- On SOS, he spent a lot of time doing the pillager takes small. The trio of them regressed a lot with eachother and it was very fun.

- Enjoys doing more graffiti on Impulses city wall when small, but with washable chalk/paints because it can get a little chaotic and messy

- Scar will let him visit the animals when he’s small, and also make the train noise. This makes them both very happy

[evepack]

hc that little!joel needs a sippy cup, based entirely of the three times Joel actually spilled water and coke in his keyboard lol

[babeyyopossumm]

binged grians 100 hrs series in a day and gosh,, theyre such brothers,,

living in a hardcore world MUST be stressful so obviously i was thinking of the three as bbies

[buncakey]

Little Painter

first fic woooo !!!

based on these posts 1, 2, by @little-froglight!

fandom: Empires SMP (s1)

characters: moth hybrid!little!Joel

372 words, no warnings

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Joel stepped back from the wall of his palace, looking his work up and down. The bright orange wall was smeared in pinks and greens, resembling various plants and bugs. His wings fluttered happily looking it over, lifting him off the ground for a second before he dropped again, stumbling a bit.

The short moth hybrid soon noticed a gross, dry feeling on his hands. Looking at them, the dye which nearly coated past his wrists had quickly begun to dry in the mesa heat. He flicked his hands with a small noise of discomfort, but the stupid colors refused to come off! He huffed, sticking out his tongue in a pout. He had to guess the quickly drying dye was on his face too, as the same yucky feeling was present there.

He wasn’t sure what to do, as he never liked getting wet. It made his wings feel heavy, and his clothes stuck to his skin in a gross manner. He huffed again, before going around into the palace to find something that could help. The palace was huge, and mostly filled with empty corridors and large, unused rooms.

Joel had tried to find the bathroom, to begrudgingly wipe off some of the dye, but got distracted by a disgustingly plain wall in the hallway, and in a matter of seconds the little moth was already back to work. The wall was mostly pink with green around the sides, so he used his blues and oranges to paint. He got so absorbed in his work, he didn’t even notice he was only adding more dye to his skin.

After a while, he slowed in his painting, suddenly it wasn’t as fun as he quickly became aware of everything again. He never noticed the fog was there until it was gone, as usual.

Joel stepped back, looking over the wall, then himself. He sighed, realizing all the cleaning he’d have to do, now big again. The king figured it best to go clean himself up first, he could clean the walls later. He just hoped no one visited before then, the stupid drawings were so embarrassing.

…well, not that he’d ever stop his little self from doing it if he could.

[dragon-queen21]

@little-froglight Regressed Joel I did based on your posts. 💚 💚 Hope you like it :3

[juicezone]

Puppy pet regressor Joel Smallishbeans please? He’s so baby to meeee ~theconstellationprincess

His favorite game is he goes out and just drags So Many Large Stick back home and then he has to show each stick off and sometimes he will do it numerous times so you better be ready!!

he's also the type to play catch/frisbee or something and be like NO TAKE. ONLY THROW!!!!

[image ID: Character is Smallishbeans, a minecraft character. He is wearing a dark brown short-sleeved shirt with a lighter brown long-sleeved shirt underneath. He is wearing tan shorts, and green sneakers with a pawprint in the corner of the shoes. He has gloves on that have a pawprint in the palm and a tail. He is dragging a large branch with one hand and raising his other hand. The background is grayish-blue blob, and there is a green text-box that says, "Look at my stick! Hey! Guys, lookit!" End image ID]

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[mcyt-headcannons]

for whatever reason i imagine that joey regresses pretty young ? like 9 months to 3 years young, he usually regresses with scott n the other joes (joe hills n joel smallishbeans), all of which regress older then him, scott regressing between 8-16 years, joe to 8-15 yeras and joel to 9-14 years, he usually ends acting like their younger brother who follows them around while they do stuff :)

Awww

We love a good sibling dynamic

[theconstellationprincess]

Ethoslab, and Hermitcraft by extension never truly leaves my brain; here’s a Drabble @froggymarsh

No TWs :)

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Etho glared at his trembling hands as thunder sounded outside the shop he was currently shopping in, and definetly not hiding in from the storm. Because that would be embarrassing.

His ears flicked out and down as the loud crashing of thunder rang out again. All this because he wanted some great deals? At least he’s in a nice shop, with beverages and books.

He curls up against one of the drink machines and eyes the rain pouring down outside. He doesn’t mind the rain, he likes it, and the mud, but! He hates the sound of thunder.

Etho gripped his hair and tugged it, huffing angrily at his own reaction. It was a stupid thing to hate- thunder, because really, it was harmless, but it’s just so loud!

Suddenly, his ears pricked up as he heard the sound of rockets. Who was flying in this weather? Were they trying to get themselves struck by lightening?

When Joel flew directly into the shop Etho was sitting in with way too much speed and tumbled into a book case, Etho had his answers.

“Joel,” Etho greeted, forcing a grin. Joel was fun, but he was also loud and Etho did not want loud at that moment. “What uh, what’s up?”

“Just came to grab some books,” Joel replied, walking further into the shop. He was dripping water everywhere and it was making soft discordant noises that made Etho twitch. Joel shook his head and fling water across the floor. Drip drip drip. “What are you doing?” Joel asked him, staring down at him with confusion. Etho brought his knees up to his chest and shrugged.

“Waiting out the storm.” Etho answered after a moment, picking at a loose thread on his pants. “You shouldn’t fly in this weather, you know.” He added, looking up at where Joel was perusing the books. Joel laughed and give him a smug look.

“You’re so obsessed with me,” Joel joked, “Making up advice so I stay here with you.” Etho laughed but still felt himself blush, as he always did when Joel did his playful flirting thing. He flustered every time.

“Right,” Etho replied, there was a slight lull, and then thunder sounded and Etho jumped up, pacing the floor. He took a few shaky breaths, and found himself facing Joel, who was staring at him. Etho blinked at him.

“Are you scared of the storm?” Joe asked, and it was just a bit too soft, too concerned. Etho stiffened.

“Psh, what? Me? Of course not,” Etho claimed, looking around anxiously. His hands were tightly fisted in the fabric of his pants, to stop them from trembling. Joel narrowed his eyes at him, and took a step forward. Their faces were close together and Joel was staring at him like he was an outlier in a data set.

Another crash of thunder and Etho found himself hiding his face in Joel’s side, ears pinned down to his head. He quickly moved away, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment. “I- uh.” Etho swallowed. Joel gave him a smug look.

“Called it!” Joel said with a laugh. “Do you want to cuddle Etho? You could have just asked.” Etho looked at Joel and shrugged, chewing on his lip. He was feeling- small? Maybe a bit. Words were hard suddenly.

Another round of thunder and Etho had taken Joel up on his offer, jumping at him and sending them both to the floor so that he could hide in Joel’s chest. “‘m no’ scared,” Etho mumbled, flinching as the thunder continued to roar. “Is jus’ loud.” Joel gave a hum of understanding, and Etho couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped him because he could feel that, lying on Joel’s chest.

Joel pet Ethos head and nodded. “That’s fair, it is pretty loud isn’t it?” He asked softly. Etho nodded and closed his eyes. Lying like this, he could hear Joel’s heartbeat, and it was a much preferable sound to that of the thunder. Joel stayed quiet too, letting Etho get comfortable as they lay in a pile on the floor of the book and drink shop.

It was nice, and Etho could appreciate the quiet all the more due to the relief it provided from the loud.

[theconstellationprincess]

so i know i havent updated my empires long fic in ages but!! i have a good reason -> sad boy hours

so!! instead, here is some boat boys because I can make them sad and then happy! ( @froggymarsh )

Warnings: Self-consciousness, lmk if I should add any more!

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Etho stared at the twin statues in front of Joel's base with confusion, and a bit of embarrassment. It's not that they weren't good! They were cool, very accurate. He looked down at his coat and then back up to the statues. Very accurate.

But- well- The thing was, that Etho and Joel both knew the obsession thing was a joke, and this was- an escalation. He stared at the statues for another minute, feeling his face grow red under his mask. It was flattering, honestly, or it should be but he just felt-

Self-conscious? No that's not quite right. Imposter syndrome was close, but still not right.

He just felt that- well maybe he personally wasn't deserving of two giant statues of him in front of Joel's base. There were hermits who looked way cooler than him and would look far better as statues than him, especielly in front of Joel's base.

Etho sighed and turned around. He'd shoot Joel a letter later and the statues would come down and he could replace them with much cooler ones.

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Etho started at the twin statues in front of his base and realised that sending the letter perhaps hadn't conveyed how he felt about the statues. The two statues of himself stared back at him, unblinking.

He heard fireworks sound off and then Joel was standing next to him.

"They look great outside your base," Joel said, grinning. Etho attempted a smile, and hoped it reached his eyes. The statues were fine! Whoever made them had done a good job making them look like Etho, the problem was that- well- they looked like Etho.

"The resemblance is uncanny," Etho replied, staring at the statues. He could see Joel turn to face him.

"Yeah, and they look great." Joel repeated, staring him down. Unblinking, like the statues. (Etho should make Joel statues, he'd probably like them. Hopefully)

"Well I mean," Etho sputtered, looking away. He felt uncomfortable- embarrassed. "They've got this ugly mug on them." Etho joked, but it felt a little too real. He cleared his throat.

Joel was still staring at him. "Admit it," Joel told him, narrowing his eyes. "Admit it, they look great."

Etho stuttered a bit, looking away and shuffling his feet. "Come on Joel-" He mumbled, turning away. Joel grabbed his sleeves.

"Just admit it! They look great because you look great." Joel insisted, shaking Etho's sleeve. Etho blushed, not because of the compliment but because Joel was getting so- so- aggressively kind. His stomach flip flopped.

"They look great," Etho finally said, looking towards that statues.

"Yeah, they do. Not that I'm obsessed with you or anything." Joel replied, rolling his eyes and flying away.

Etho laughed a bit to himself, looking at the statues again. Maybe they looked okay.

[theconstellationprincess]

Thinking about baby Etho

Baby boat boys

I love the idea that in double life, when someone was feeling small, the other person could tell and like it would make them feel small, too.

So thinking like Joel, who is very much like woo hoo regressor with Etho, who is very reserved in that kind of stuff would be really cute.

Definitely angst potential because Etho would not like Joel being able to tell when he’s regressed because he just prefers it to be a more private thing, and Joel’s just there shouting it from the crows nest.

And double life in general just has so much hurt/comfort vibes so I am loving the idea of Etho being small and like.. scared and Joel just being like!! I can help!! Because he knows, Etho doesn’t even have to tell him, which is great!

But also, they both know when the other is feeling upset, and they know that the other knows that, and sometimes you just want to be upset in piece! Without thinking about how someone else is sad because of you.

But back in terms of regression! Etho learns to be a bit more like Joel, more open with his regression, because he doesn’t have much of a choice at first, and then because it’s sort of nice? To just regress?? And Joel learns how to be a bit more reserved and like, chill? Both big and small.

Thinking about a specific scenario with the deep dark! Where like, Etho gets small and super super scared, and Joel is just barely keeping it together because if they both regressed it’d probably become a terrible feedback loop.

But Etho leaves the deep dark and pretending that he’s not scared at all, while Joel is just twitching because he *knows* that Ethos heart is pounding, he can feel it in his chest.

Joel makes Etho practice self care, Etho makes Joel make safer decisions

Just them!! I love boat boys ( @little-froglight this is because of your post earlier)

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober day 4: Sensory Deprivation, Alternate Prompt: Motion Sickness

Empires s2 with Pix + Joel (and mentioned Fwhip), minor agere @froggymarsh

tw for emetophobia (not graphic, very minor)

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Pix closed his eyes as Joel continued the tour across Stratos. As beautiful as the floating city was, and it was very beautfiul, Pix wasn't the biggest fan of heights. Mountains he could handle, tops of abandoned castles, because he had his feet on solid ground and still felt a connection to the Earth.

Up here, in Stratos, there is none of that. Walking in the city feels nothing like any material down on the ground, and there is no sense of connection to the history he is so familiar with up here. It is odd, and it's making him feel... unwell.

Joel stands in front of a statue, and Pix wants to pay attention to him, because he does find this fascinating, but his world is spinning around him and he's somewhat worried he's about to faint. The roiling of his stomach grows stronger, and he has no control over the fact that when he opens his mouth to tell Joel something is wrong, the only thing that comes out is most of the lunch they had not yet an hour ago.

He groans weakly and sits down (making sure to avoid the puke, which fascinatingly does not seem to sink into the ground? Floor? Material upon which Stratos is construction. Joel stops talking, and Pix feels a mixture of guilt and shame as the young God approaches him hesitantly.

"You aren't supposed to do that." Joel says petulantly, easily picking Pix up. He goes to protest, and then promptly snaps his mouth shut when the nausea threatens to overpower him again. He closes his eyes for good measure, because it is even more disorienting to be carried, and it is not long before he is laid down. He hesitantly opens his eyes, trying to give Joel a reassuring smile. He's not sure he succeeds.

"Sorry." Pix mumbles, grimacing at the taste in his mouth. He's handed a glass of water, and though he's unsure of it's origin, it tastes well enough so he drinks it. Joel is biting his nails, and Pix can help but feel endeared to him. Fond, even. He is very much like the other young emperors, of which he cares for deeply because they do not look down on him despite him being not even remotely royal in any sense of the word. He grabs his comm from where it is attached to his pants and sends a message to Fwhip, because he knows that he can care for Joel while Pix rests.

"Don't apologise for being sick." Joel tells him, narrowing his eyes, and Pix blushes a bit, because he has just had is own words thrown back at him. He sighs and leans forward, breathing deeply for a moment.

"I will be fine once I get some rest in my own bed. Will you escort me?" Joel brightens at that, at least, and PIx is glad because as much as he loves Joel and is willing to drop most anything to help him, it is harder to care for other's when you are not taking care of yourself. Joel ensures that they make the trip slowly, and Fwhip is there waiting for them when they arrive.

It does not surprise him, that when he collapses into bed and squeezes his pillow to remind himself that he is, in fact, back on solid ground where everything feels as it should, that he can still hear them nearby. It is pleasant, to hear Joel laugh as he drifts off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that he will be alright, just as Pix will be.

[theconstellationprincess]

House and Home

Chapter 8: Care

Summary: It’s a bit blurry from there, honestly.

People are talking and touching him, and then no one is talking or touching him, and he’s not sure which one is worse.

Warnings: self-worth issues

( @froggymarsh ) (so sorry for the delay, writers block sucks!)

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It’s a bit blurry from there, honestly. Pix dips between headspaces, rapidly switching from small to big to somewhere in between and then right back to one end of the spectrum. People are talking and touching him, and then no one is talking or touching him, and he’s not sure which one is worse.

He must close his eyes at some point, because he eventually opens them and he’s in his room, the sun is setting, and Fwhip is sitting next to him, asleep. Scott is curled up in a chair, also sleeping, which surprises Pix. He’s never seen Scott asleep before, something to do with his elvish heritage. He carefully slips out of bed; neither of the others wake as he walks out of the room. He strains his ears, just barely hearing some soft chatter down the hallway. He knows he’s made a fool out of himself, that he’s upset his friends, but he still wants to be around them.

He finds Lizzie, Joel and Codfather in Lizzie’s room. The door is open, but he hesitates a bit, unsure if he’s welcome. Lizzie notices him first, and her small smile drops. Pix flinches, taking a half step back before Lizzie is practically leaping off the bed and grabbing him. He gives a very dignified squeak as she scoops him up and drops him on the bed between Joel and Jimmy.

“Hello,” Pix greets, a bit winded from the shock of it all. Joel gives him a significant look that Pix has no hope of deciphering. He and Joel had always gotten on quite well, they’d spent a lot of time together while Joel was growing up, and Pix had been his primary caregiver for sometime before the Ocean Empire returned. Joel had been one of the first people to know Pix regressed at all, and he’s always felt a bit of a connection to him. It would- it would hurt him, a lot, if Joel decided he didn’t want to be friends anymore, or dissolve their alliance entirely.

He shifts his gaze to Jimmy, who looks like he’s doing an impression of an angry pufferfish out of water. Pix frowns, feeling slightly ambushed despite the fact that he’d approached them of his own free will. He was trapped between the three of them, as Lizzie had reclaimed her spot on the bed across from Joel and Jimmy.

“I know we’re not at the bunker, but I hereby call this meeting of the Codfather Alliance!” Jimmy announced, pointing at Lizzie who shut the door with a flick of her tail. Pix felt a bit of awe at the thick, he’d love to be able to do something like that, but alas, he was small and also human. “And it’s a bit of a trial, because Pixlriffs-“

Pix flinched, shoulders up to his ears as he faced one of his longest friends, despite it not being a long friendship at all. He doesn’t quite know what that says about him. “Codfather I-“

“Lied to us about something that could have gotten him hurt, and is hereby sentenced to forced self-care.” Pix doesn’t think Jimmy should get to play judge jury and executioner but he was the leader of the alliance so-

“Self care?” Pix repeated, mouth dropping open. That’s not what he’d been expecting at all, he’d thought- it’s not that he didn’t trust his friends, but he rather thought he’d be kicked out of the alliance. “But-”

Because people seem to have a thing for cutting Pix off, Joel interrupts before Pix can even begin to explain why he doesn’t deserve this. “As King of Mezalea, I second this.”

“And as Queen of the Ocean Empire, I third it!” Lizzie adds with a sharp toothed grin, reaching towards Pix, and for a moment he’s scared, but then her nails are scratching his scalp and it feels wonderful so he just hums and lets her.

“Pix, we’re not mad at you for lying about your kingdom, that’s just politics, but we are upset that you lied to us about something that could have put you in danger.” Lizzie explains softly, her hand that’s not currently making Pix purr cupping his face and forcing him to look up at her. He swallows.

“I was safe though, no one but me knew I was a regressor.” Pix replies, brows furrowed. He tilts his head a bit when Lizzie bites back a smile and Jimmy snorts into his palm while Joel giggles. “What?” He asks, whining a bit because he doesn’t like to not understand jokes.

“Honey, we all knew. I mean, I don’t know if all the emperors knew, but we certainly did.” Lizzie tells him, lips twitching and tail swishing behind her as she barely represses the giggles that are freely falling from Joel’s lips.

“What!?” Pix repeats, voice little more than a squeak. “But- what- how?” It’s Joel who replies this time, words interrupted by his fading laughter. Joel, who Pix knew very well. Joel, who knew Pix very well. Joel, who had once spent an afternoon finger painting the walls of Mezalea with Pix and- oooh.

“It’s a bit obvious, Pix. You do a really good job of hiding it most of the time but,” Joel shrugs, fidgeting with his sash a bit as he chooses his words carefully, “You’ve got a thing.”

“A thing?” Pix repeats, feeling a bit lost. The three of them share a look, but it’s Jimmy who replies this time. Honestly, Pix is having a bit of a crisis, because he had thought he was great at hiding this, and if he wasn’t, does that mean his advisors know? His citizens?

“Only to people who know you, bud. But a thing, you just- you look like you could really use someone taking care of you, y’know?” Jimmy states, and he does as if it’s a well known fact. It’s not that he’s not right, Pix would almost certainly benefit from a little extra care from his friends, but he can never accept it. He hates to be a burden, but apparently, that's not what he gives off. No, he gives off needy and wanting and selfish and-

“Ah ah, no overthinking. We’re going to take care of you tonight, because you need it, and then tomorrow we can deal with everything else, okay?” Lizzie chastises gently, her scratching never pausing. Pix is nodding before he can stop himself, unable to curb the desire to be good, because if he’s good then his friends will care about him and want to take care of him. He’s no use to anyone if he’s more trouble than he’s worth, so he’ll use this self care night to convince his friends that he’s easy to take care of and that they never have to worry about him.

[theconstellationprincess]

House and Home

Chapter 6: Sting

TW: Non-graphic injury description, let me know if I need to add any!

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Pix hummed as he drank his coffee. He had taken it onto the porch, watching as the sun made is ascent over the hills surrounding their hidden house. He contemplated the events of the past few days, truly so much had happened in such a short period of time. He jumped and dropped his coffee as someone grabbed his shoulders suddenly.

"Fwhip!" Pix gasped, clutching at his heart as he turned around to face his friend. "You gave me a heart attack." Fwhip chuckled, looking at the puddle of coffee slowly absorbing into the deck and the shards of ceramic.

"Sorry," Fwhip apologised, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't mean to scare you- Well I did, but not that bad." Pix gave a fond sigh and shook his head.

"It's fine, just don't tell the others okay?" They both laughed and Pix crouched down to start collecting the remains of the coffee mug. He'd have to let Katherine know it had broken, but he would force Fwhip to come along with him for that. He hissed as his focus slipped and one of the glass shards pierced his palm, dragging down as he dropped it suddenly.

"Are you okay?" Fwhip asked, gently grabbing Pix's hand and pulling it towards his face. He wiped at the cut with his sleeve, frowning curiously at it. "It's pretty long, but it doesn't look too deep." Pix nodded, feeling light headed. He was not the biggest fan of blood, his or not. Fwhip let go of his hand and Pix stood up, staring at the cut with a frown. It didn't hurt, really, but it stung and he'd had a rough couple of days, or that was what he told himself when he found his eyes welling up with tears.

He quickly wiped at his eyes, but Fwhip caught notice, and gave him a curious look. "You alright, buddy?"

Ah. Oh. Pix inhaled shakily, shoving down the pesky small feelings that threatened to overtake his brain. Pet names, he wasn't used to hearing them so casually and they made his head go fuzzy. "Fine," Pix replied squeakily. He cleared his throat, "I'm good, Fwhip, honestly. I just need to disinfect this and get it wrapped up." Even the thought of it, having to rinse the cut and seeing the blood was enough to send his hands shaking, or was that the anxiety about Fwhip knowing his secret?

"Come on, I'll help you. It's my fault after all." Pix shot his eyes towards his friend, searching for he doesn't know what in his gaze, but there was nothing but kindness. Pix swallowed, but nodded. He tossed on a smirk, playfully complaining that of course Fwhip had to help, he had caused so much damage that honestly, he should do whatever Pix says until the end of time.

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They made their way inside, almost no one else was awake yet so it was a short, unobstructed walk to the bathroom. Fwhip patted the counter a few times, giving a Pix a look he couldn't decipher before ducking into the cabinets under the sink to search for the first aid kit.

After a moment of hesitation, Pix jumped up onto the counter, inhaling and exhaling sharply when he accidentally looked at his hand again. It was still bleeding, but not as much. Fwhip popped back up, holding the kit. He gave Pix a small smile as he opened it up and pulled a few things out.

"I'm going to rinse it with water from the sink first, and then disinfect it, before bandaging it. Does that sound okay?" Fwhip asked gently, reaching towards his hand. Pix thrust the offending appendage towards him, breathing shakily as he nodded.

Fwhip narrated what he was doing in a soft voice, telling Pix what to expect. He murmured soft words as he disinfected it, apologising soothingly and stroking the top of Pix's hand with his thumb. Katherine had apparently expected some injuries, because there were several types of bandages with different designs. Fwhip let him pick, and praised his choice of a steampunk design, making Pix blush. He swung his legs as Fwhip taped the bandage onto his hand, and couldn't help but laugh when he pressed a gentle kiss to the bandage.

"All better," Fwhip told him with a soft smile, Pix beamed back.

"All better," He parroted, legs still swinging off the bathroom counter. Somewhere, in the back of his head, alarm bells were going off and his brain was shouting at him to stop and think and act his age, but Fwhip was offering him a hand off the counter and Pix was taking it and not letting go, even once his feet were back on the floor.

Noise sounded from the hallway outside, and the fragile sense of peace was instantly shattered. Pix released Fwhip's hand like it had burned him, and gripped his wrist with his other hand so he didn't reach back out. "Thank you, really," Pix said, trying to keep his sudden panic out of his voice, "I need to, um, write a letter. To my advisers. You know how it is," Pix laughed, a touch hysterically, and darted out of the bathroom and back to his room, leaning against the door once it had been pulled shut behind him.

His heart was pounding in his ears as he realised what had just happened. What he had done. He needed to calm down, he knew that, but it was hard when he was staring at the bandage on his hand with a cog pattern, the bandage that had been softly placed on a cut by gentle hands with soft words because he had regressed in front of Fwhip again-

There was a knock on his door, jolting him out of his thoughts. "Pix, can we talk about this?" Fwhip asked through the door, he was being quiet, which was good, but he wanted to chat, which was... less good.

Pix inhaled and exhaled slowly a few times, and wiped his face clean of tears. He opened the door, plastering on a fake smile as he allowed Fwhip to enter. He closed the door softly, and had to stop himself from immediately bursting into tears when he turned to face Fwhip and his face was so soft and welcoming and-

"Can I hug you?" Fwhip asked, and Pix was nodding before he could stop himself, and then he was being hugged and crying into Fwhip's shoulder because Fwhip knew and no one was supposed to know- and Pix really shouldn't be regressed right now because it was almost time for the morning activity Katherine had planned- "Shh, " Fwhip shushed quietly, "I can hear you thinking."

"Sorry," Pix said, wincing as his voice came out high pitched and wobbly. "Sorry," He said again, but his voice did not change. "I'm sorry I'm sorry 'm sorry-" he repeated, muffling his voice into Fwhip's shoulder. Fwhip rubbed his back, shushing his muffled apologies.

"Oh Pix, you have nothing to be sorry for," Fwhip soothed, "It's okay to be small." Pix whimpered, but stopped apologising, standing wrapped in Fwhip's arms as he slowly calmed down. Eventually, he pulled away and Fwhip let go easily, looking at him with worry.

Pix blinked at him, fiddling with the edges of his jacket. He looked towards the closet, he had brought his larger sized one along with him. He wanted it. Fwhip was looking at his expectantly, and Pix blinked. He missed what was said, but before he could panic, Fwhip asked the question again.

"Can you tell me how old you are?" Pix shrugged, holding up 1 then 2 fingers. He was small enough that he was okay with being small, a rare occurrence. "Ah, we have a baby Pix do we?" Fwhip teased gently, "Where's your blanket bud?" Fwhip asked, and Pix froze, looking at his bed which was quite evidently missing the large duvet.

"Dunno," Pix said, which was true. He didn't know where it had ended up after dropping it down the laundry chute. Fwhip gave him a look, but Pix ignored it in favour of grabbing the little box from its hiding space and pulling out his pacifier to shove in his mouth. It was instantaneous, the relief it gave him. Ignoring the lack of a blanket, Pix flopped onto his bed with a soft sigh, staring at Fwhip with slightly wet eyes until he came over and sat next to him. Fwhip rubbed his back and told him a story, something nonsensical that Pix couldn't follow but just the sound of his voice was nice.

He could see why some people liked having a caregiver.

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They sat like that for a while, Pix falling deeper into his regression as the minutes ticked by. He felt so safe here, laying next to Fwhip, so it didn't bother him much when there was a soft knock on his door, though he did turn his face to hide in Fwhip's side when the door opened.

He listened, not really processing, as Fwhip chatted with the person. The hand on his back stilled, but quickly started when he whined quietly. Fwhip and the other person laughed. Pix knew that laugh! He pulled his face from its hiding space and looked towards Joel with sleepy eyes.

"Hi Pix," Joel greeted, a bit awkwardly. Pix squirmed out of Fwhips side and shuffled over to the end of the bed, making grabby hands at Joel, who obliged and came over. Pix grabbed his hand and pulled him, making Joel stumble. Fwhip laughed as Pix continued to tug on Joel until he was laying between him and Fwhip.

"I was sent up here to get you, not join in." Joel told Fwhip, fondly exasperated as Pix fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "I didn't know he regressed," Joel continued, much quieter. Fwhip sighed.

"I've known for a little while, but I've never taken care of him. He's scared, I think." Joel furrowed his brow a bit, confused.

"What's he scared of?" He asked, looking at Pix, who had moved on from the buttons to the fabric itself, poking at it curiously. "Most of us regress, no one's gonna judge 'im for it." Fwhip sighed again, it was a sad sound.

"Pixandria isn't as... accepting of age regression as the other empires." Fwhip explains quietly, watching Pix with a sad look. "It's something Pix is trying to undo, but it's been difficult. His advisers are... not the best."

Joel made a sympathetic sound, looking at Pix with a new understanding. He couldn't count how many times Pix had looked after him, or helped him look after Jimmy or Lizzie or both of them, so he was glad for a chance to repay at least some of that.

Footsteps sounded from outside the still open door, and the three of them looked up to see Scott standing there. He looked at Fwhip, then Joel, before his eyes settled on Pix and an understanding look washed over his face. He gave them a gentle smile.

"Katherine wants to start the activity now." Scott told them, "We're discussing secrets, I think. How old is he?'

"Baby," Fwhip and Joel said at the same time, both laughing slightly as they looked at each other. Scott nodded, a contemplative look on his face.

"Katherine isn't going to let all of you sit out, so we can bring him downstairs to keep an eye on him while everyone else does the activity?" Joel suggested, and Fwhip and Scott agreed.

Pix didn't seem to mind Joel or Scott being here, in fact he'd seemed rather ecstatic about Joel's presence, so surely he wouldn't mind paying everyone else a visit?

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Hope you enjoyed! @little-froglight

Sorry for the time between updates, I've been really sick :(( but doing better now!

[theconstellationprincess]

OOO 7 or 42 pix, fwhip, and/or joel?

7: Constellations by The Oh Hellos for Pix, Fwhip and Joel coming up! (I adore this song for Pix <33)

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"Are we all ready?" Pix called to the two giggling littles as they hoisted up two packs, full of whatever they had decided to be a necessity on a star seeing expedition. It was a last minute indulgence, really more for Pix than the other two he was babysitting. He had been planning do to if for ages, but had never found the time or a reason to neglect other duties to indulge in it, but entertaining children? What a perfect reason.

"Uh-huh!" He heard shouted back to him as the two of them approached. Pix had, of course, packed the genuine necessities, including blankets, food, and various little gear that they may want or need. It wasn't often that Fwhip and Joel regressed with each other, let alone sharing a caregiver, but Pix was the only one available to take care of them. They were inseparable though, acting like brothers. Pix smiled softly, ruffling Joel's hair when he got close enough. It was chilly outside, but nothing that a few extra layers couldn't protect against.

They began walking, Pix allowing the two to lead the way with gentle redirection. He had a very specific spot in mind, one he had not visited in ages, but promised the perfect view of the stars. He felt a childlike excitement rise as the three of them grew closer, openly smiling and participating in the game Joel and Fwhip were playing as they trecked along the sandy hills of the dessert.

"Joel!" Fwhip shrieked excitedly as he was grabbed and tossed up, only to be caught. Pix smiled fondly as he watched, he was familiar with Fwhip's struggle to fully regress, and was happy to see him small and content. Joel shouted something back, sprinting away when Fwhip attempting to catch him.

They danced around, dodging and ducking and chasing until finally, they reached the spot. Pix allowed them to continue playing, within view, as he set up the blankets, and some snacks. He called the other two over, helping them slide the packs off of their shoulders and setting them down. He laid down in the middle of the blanket, with Joel and Fwhip quickly claiming his sides, and looked up.

Stars, countless stars, greeted him back. He heard Fwhip and Joel gasp, and bit back a grin. It was hard to see stars so clearly when in any city, Pixandria included, but far enough out, they were a beauty to behold. Pix felt space looking at him, and looked back with amazement, suddenly feeling small. He was small, held in the embrace of the stars that were so big. He blinked, shaking away the feeling. It clung, sticking to his limbs and making him tired, but he still had two little boys to take care of.

"Who wants a snack?" Pix asked, laughing as the two eagerly sat up, scrambling towards him.

Later, another day after a dragon had been slain and a king cast away, he would return to this spot and feel safe once again, cupped in the hand of space, seen for all he was and loved for it.

[theconstellationprincess]

1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 16 for the agere headcanons ask game? (this is little-froglights main :3)

Hello! Thank you :DDD You didn't specify a character so I'm going to do this for Mr. Joel Smallishbeans on the Empires SMP S1

1.how did they find out about age regression?

It started with Jimmy! He had known about age regression because Jimmy was a regressor, and had been for a long time, even when he was a kid. He didn't really consider it for himself until he was a bit older, and things just got more and more stressful until he just needed something to help, and he slipped into little space. So from a friend in a sense, but he did a lot of his own research on it because of Jimmy, and that's really what led him to regressing for himself.

3. why do they regress?

A mix of stress + simpler times. He was crowned King of Mezalea when he was young, younger (in relative terms) than the others when they were crowned. He definitely lost some of his childhood because of this, plus being a prince is stressful too. As an adult, he just likes to feel at peace, for everything to become less serious and intense, and too be able to hang out with his friends without things like allies and enemies hanging over his head. He does regress when he's particularly stressed, but also to just have fun sometimes.

4. is their regression more voluntary or involuntary?

A good mix of both, I think. Joel definitely does regress involuntarily on occasion, when he's very stressed, or super excited about something. He can force himself out of headspace, though at the cost of a good mood, but he tries not to do that, so there are occasions where he doesn't mean to slip and he does, and just decides to go with. Sometimes he does pull himself out of headspace forcefully, and then absolutely crashes into regression the moment he can. Voluntarily is more likely with Joel, he does it as stress relief and for a way to enjoy life more, so he'll make a time to regress and commit to it, or sometimes it happens spontaneously, but still voluntarily.

6. are they a stuffie or a blankie kid?

Joel definitely has a specific plushy that is his most valuable possession ever (probably named Jeremy), but he also loves blankets. His bed is more of a nest of blankets, and he loves to build blanket forts with Jimmy and Lizzie, and Scott! Scott has the best fabrics, and Little Joel has definitely made his way all the way to Rivendell just to get more blankets (much to the worry of his caregiver that day).

8. in what ways are they different when they're regressed?

Joel is more shy when he's regressed, he doesn't want to be a bother or be annoying, so it can lead to him being oddly quiet on occasion. He's still very high energy and loves to play, but he has moments of reservation, and needs lots of praise/reassurance that he's not being annoying/bother from his caregiver.

16. where do they tend to regress?

anywhere and everywhere! He's actually less likely to regress in Mezalea (past the first couple of times) just because he likes to be with other people when he's small, and the clones aren't the funnest company for a 6 year old. He loves the Swamp Kingdom, because mud and also Jimmy is there, and Rivendell for the soft fabrics. The Ocean Kingdom fascinates him, but it's a big scary because Little Joel is very bad at swimming. Sometimes he'll regress in Mezalea with other people, and they'll do painting with dyes and such.

[dragon-queen21]

Joel can change his height but only does so when he's regressed. He's never told anyone about this, and because of that has given multiple players mini heart attacks when they find him quite literally small and not 11ft tall.