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Aesop Carl Regressor Headcanons

First request of the blog! Apologies this has been a little slow to get out, life got pretty busy (ówò" ) I love aesop and these headcanons were fun to write, thank you anon who requested them!!

Theyre under the cut 🫶 hope you enjoy!

- I think Aesop would regress as a trauma response, first and foremost. It's involuntary, for him, and he finds a lot of parts of his regression to be rooted in his trauma - such as the loss of his mother and how bad of a caretaker Jerry was. As a result, I feel that it's a part of Aesop that he tries to keep hidden away, due to how hard it is to manage - and if he ever were to get a caregiver he would be very clingy toward them as they'd be trusted with such a vulnerable part of him.

- He would find most things tiring and would get super drained from most activities. He would also get overwhelmed by most tasks way easier, due to being autistic on top of being small, which would be another reason why he represses it so much. He would be afraid to ask for help though, he doesn't want to feel like a burden on his CG - and he would need a lot of patience and coaxing into realising he's allowed to ask for help.

- Nap time of course is his favourite time because of this. He would love to pick a story out for his CG to read, he loves being able to wear whatever clothes feel softest and best to him, and he finds nothing more comforting than cuddling up and falling asleep to the sound of his carer's voice as they read him one of his favourite stories... despite the fact he would be more prone to nightmares (but he'd love his carer calming him even more). He'd also really like bath time I think too! He loves being clean, and it's a nice way for him to deal with sensory problems - for some reason the water and bubbles make it easier to ground himself.

- I think Aesop would find talking the hardest thing to do while small honestly. He's already so shy that social situations tend to stress him out and he barely wants to interact with anyone - baby aesop would get so stressed and anxious trying to talk and most of the time it'd come out as soft babbling and fretful whining as he's trying his hardest to communicate. His CG would have to be very good at yes/no questions, they work the best as they require the least strain.

- I don't think Aesop's interest in death would lessen however, I just think it would manifest in more innocent ways. He would be more like a curious child - well, because he is - and I feel Aesop would enjoy still talking about it in a more child friendly manner. He would still like to learn and be told about embalming amd mortuary work, this is his version of learning about dinosaurs in all honesty.

- I also think Aesop is actually Less likely to stim as a kiddo, or show any autistic traits unless he's told that he's allowed to. Since Aesop got extremely shunned and bullied as a kid for his autism, it'd make sense he would be afraid of showing anything that would make him seem "weird" or "different" to other people. It would mean a lot for his caregiver to tell him that being himself is okay, and a lot of being his CG would be helping Aesop be himself in a lot of ways, shapes and forms.

- But once he accepts that help and love, tiny Aesop would be such a loving and close little. As hard as things are to do in his regressed state, he would really go out of his way to make his CG feel important to him - they would be more so shown in the ways of him opening up to them and letting his caregiver get closer, as that is the biggest sacrifice he feels he can give, but it is a gesture of thanks, and how much he appreciates he can trust his carer.

[owlyflufff]

and in that moment a thousand headcanons and fics were made canon

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Tim Drake Befriends a Bee Minific

When Tim was young and very lonely, he befriended a bumblebee. 

Back then, he was curious in a way that teased wonder on every rusted fire escape. At 9 years old, even Gotham’s grimiest streets sparkled under the right light and perfect Summer days were for adventure, not dread. 

It had been one of those perfect days - balmy, sunny, fresh, and crisp - when Tim almost stepped on a bee. He paused, one leg raised, light up sneakers still flashing, and hopped to the side. 

He carefully picked it up. The poor thing didn't have wings. It was so delicate. Its tiny legs tickled Tim's palms.

Tim was stricken with fear that it would die on the hot pavement, alone and scared. It needed to be protected. It needed a chance.

An eyedropper of sugar water and 30 minutes later, the bee was moving - crawling all over the table and, eventually, over Tim's hands. He brought the bee out into the garden, letting it examine the roses, the lavender, the yarrow.

Tim couldn’t leave it out there, defenseless, with no one to watch over it, to make sure it wasn't eaten or crushed or lonely. 

He named the bee Sisko, after his favorite Star Trek character, and because it was an onomatopoeia of the strange buzzing sound Sisko would make while traveling up and down Tim’s arms.

Day after day, Sisko and Tim would make new sugar water, then go explore every flower and bush and stone on the Drake property. Sisko’s favorites were the yellow roses, which had bloomed brighter and taller than anything else that season. Sisko would always crawl back to Tim’s hands in the end, or his arms, sometimes even up Tim's neck and into his bushy hair to keep Tim company while heating up chicken nuggets or peeling open protein bars or chowing down cold pizza. 

At night, Sisko slept in the ratty, soft stomach of Tim’s favorite stuffed animal, a bunny his Mom had given him when he was too young to remember. Tim moved the stuffy from his bed to his dresser (he was nervous about rolling onto Sisko in his sleep) and every night checked that Sisko was safe and sound before turning out the lights. 

They were friends - best friends. 

With Sisko, Tim lost the urge to wander off in Gotham proper for batwatching. Instead, he’d re-learned every step of Drake property, fell in love again with the flowers and trails, the old, old trees, and the pond out near the property line. 

Tim knew Sisko was on borrowed time (of course he did) but against all logic, Tim was certain that Sisko wasn’t any normal bumblebee. How could he be? Not when he’d chosen Tim, not when they'd made a home together. Anyway, why should it be so ridiculous to think that Sisko might be a witch's familiar or a companion like Jiminy Cricket. Magic was real, and there were stranger things on Gotham's streets every day.

Tim started to believe, actually believe, that one day he and Sisko might slip into Narnia or Wonderland or Middle Earth. Every day was an adventure.

Eventually the cold began to creep back, hardening the ground, taking the flowers, and turning the leaves. It was a chilly Sunday afternoon when Sisko crawled into Tim’s palm, fell asleep, and never woke up again. No matter how much Tim begged and begged and begged.  

He'd died so quietly. So unceremoniously. Tim wasn't ready. It wasn't fair.

Sisko was just a bee, and Tim was just a boy, and there were no magic wardrobes waiting for them.

Tim buried Sisko under the yellow rose bush, long gone spindly and brown. He cried so much that he'd thrown up in the dirt. 

Later that week, Scarecrow broke out of Arkham. For the first time since June, Tim pulled out his black clothes and his camera bag to watch Batman and Robin save the day. 

The click click of his camera shutter, the smoggy sky, the sweet rot smell of the dumpsters: that was familiar. Tim was a shadow again. He could lose himself: in the dark, in the night. 

Tim tucked his bunny stuffy into the back of his closet. He stopped waiting for magic to find him, at least, not the kind you'd read about in storybooks. Magic may have been real, but it was for people like Robin, people who swung from rooftops and laughed loud and made the world brighter. It was never meant for someone like Tim.

[eveblazebabi]

Can you help me get my titties pierced daddy? 🖤🥺

[tending-the-hearth]

the chb counselors would pull frank and hazel into their little group SO quickly once they meet them after the war

this is a group of people who remember little twelve year old percy walking around chb with the widest eyes and naïveté. they've heard his snarky comments, have seen him stand up to bullies, they watched him panic searching for his closest friends, they've witnessed his breakdowns and tears during the summers where he just couldn't do it anymore.

everyone else at the camp has a view of percy as another god, or as an untouchable being. they only see him for the hero he is, but they don't see the real him.

frank and hazel, however, got to see the real percy on their quest. they saw all his little quirks, heard every quip and sarcastic comment, watched him freak out over other demigods and legacies getting hurt, and they saw how percy is so much more than just a hero.

not saying that the rest of the seven wouldn't all be welcomed by the chb head counselors, but frank and hazel would immediately just click with all of them because of their connection to percy. there's a small group of people who know the true him, and they're part of that, and it just brings them into this little special group. they'd be invited to the sleepovers and told every single embarrassing story about percy while he just groans and attempts to commit murder by smothering clarisse with a pillow. frank and hazel would get introduced to sally and paul and just be immediately folded into their little family.

frank and clarisse would become an inseparable duo. hazel and chris would become so close, not just because their partners are siblings, but also i think they'd connect on their shared "being trapped somewhere for an unknown amount of time after being manipulated by someone i cared about" experiences. travis and connor would ADORE frank, i think for some reason pollux and hazel would get along really well. there would just be an automatic camaraderie between all of them so quickly.

yes, nico is the go-between for the camps, but i think frank and hazel would just automatically be so completely and utterly trusted by the entirety of camp half-blood purely because percy completely and utterly trusts them.

[ravenxbones]

the full redraw i did of the classic becky cloonan killjoys piece to promote the danger days big bang zine i’m hosting over at @dangerdaysbigbang !

applications are currently open, so check out the project!

original under the cut:

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the different ways spike refers to dawn:

[tollsoftheclockwerkbelle]

sega please do not save maria please do not save maria PLEASE do not save mariaaaaaaa sega PLEASE

[forestgloss]

the all-too-common experience of being a queer woman in fandom who thoroughly enjoys shipping and romance but finding myself drawn to significantly more mlm relationships than wlw and wondering if its because im secretly just a dirty fujoshi with internalized misogyny or if truly is just because of the outward and active misogyny in the world of writing and media that causes female characters and relationships to be written with less thought/time/importance. as with others experiencing this problem, i can comfortably admit that the answer is at least a little bit of both cause nobodys perfect or whatever. but let me just say. getting into the locked tomb and dungeon meshi at the same time has very quickly made it glaringly obvious that im not at fault for the WAY i consume media, only for the TYPE of media i choose to consume. in other words, Holy Shit it genuinely is just that so many creators of popular stories are mediocre at best when writing women and their relationships with each other and Holy Shit tamsyn muir and ryoko kui do a dangerously good job.

[r-aindr0p]

Finding old oc designs in sketchbooks and revamping them, I love doing that

Gentlemen thieves/ top hat classy thieves are characters that I love really much so of course I created one myself !

I don't have a precise background for him yet, something along the lines of "retrieving lost family heirlooms and seeking revenge"

His family mysteriously disappeared in a fire when he was a child, and he got adopted by an older noblewoman under a new identity. Now working as a police officer alongside his shenanigans, he tries to find by who and why did his family perish in that fire at their home many years ago. He commits heists under the name of "Le Lièvre" (The Hare) Has a pet bunny he calls his little "Arsène Lapin"

[the-meadowlarks-cradle]

Caregiver!Kevin Ayuso moodboard for @williamkisser !! I hope this is good! Sorry for the wait 🙏

[hoperays-song]

Why was this cut??? It's so cute, I love it so much!!!

[artsycooky13]

top 3 fave bbys in the burrito show (bonus SUPER LONG tags on how i feel bout the characters)

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I’m not SORRI for being thicc and cute as F-<k! 🖤💖

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ALWAYS TAG ME IF U SHARE MY STUFF ON DIFFRWNT PLATFORMS PLEASE!!! 🙏🏻

[tending-the-hearth]

god i'm thinking about how "the stolen chariot" takes place post-"titan's curse" and how that's a turning point for percy and clarisse's relationship, and how clarisse probably saw straight through percy's facade and saw exactly how he was treated during that time at camp and how sad and lonely he probably was because grover was tripping over himself around the hunters and chiron was so focused on thalia and annabeth was gone

and that leads me into thinking about the head counselors again and how maybe, in their own ways, they gave percy little things to show their support. moments of help, little gifts.

silena sitting in the pegasus stables with percy, holding onto his arm and being a big sister presence to him. not talking, just being there for him, giving him some semblence of stability

beckendorf dragging percy off to test new weapons he made in the arena, turning it into a game that had a smile spreading over percy's face for the first time in days

travis and connor sneaking coke and candy into camp for their honorary brother, leaving it in the poseidon cabin with little cards that had the corniest jokes written on them

clarisse spars with percy more, pulling him to the arena when she sees the stormy look in his eyes, when he can't think about anything else but how frustrated he is

lee pulls percy into the medical tent to test his healing abilities with water, because it's been an obsession for the apollo cabin since percy arrived, and he can't help but make percy laugh with his eagerness

castor and pollux convince their father to let up on percy, just a little bit, to let him have a looser curfew, letting him sit out by the lake for as long as he needs, sometimes sitting with him in the quiet

katie leaving little plants in the poseidon cabin, little succulents and flowers that are easy to care for, something small that makes percy's eyes light up every time he gets a new one, and he lines the windows of the cabin with them

malcolm, bless him, is so aware of his sister and percy's crushes on each other, and takes it upon himself to make sure that his sister's best friend doesn't waste away, and he's the one who makes sure percy eats and sleeps and stays healthy.

and clarisse will deny it until the day she dies, but percy knows that she's the one setting everything up. it was her suggestion, though the other counselors know they'll get fried if they say anything.

and he doesn't say anything, not until after "the stolen chariot", when he and clarisse are sitting down for a burger, and he brings it up quietly. and clarisse just huffs and rolls her eyes, and percy's heart warms so much at the fact that, despite the winter being the worst one of his life, he was surrounded by people who loved him and supported him.

(annabeth definitely gives hugs to all the head counselors when malcolm tells her, because they kept her seaweed brain going)

[sincerely-sofie]

Continuing from this post:

Bud doesn’t handle seeing Dusknoir very well at first.

Don’t worry, she warms up to him eventually.