#caregiver eyeless jack

[softpawpup]

— caregiver ! eyeless jack headcannons !! ( request from @wolfypupper )

🔪 tries to help you learn to not be afraid of the dark

👀 shows you anatomy diagrams and teaches you about the body

always showers when he comes home because he doesn't want to accidentally scare you or get you dirty

🔪 likes to sneak up on you sometimes

👀 never raises his voice at you

🚫 likes taking you out to play in the rain, especially at night

🔪 calls you 'doll', 'dollie', 'dollface', 'dearie', and 'dear'

👀 whenever he goes out he leaves you with snacks, stuffies, blankies, good cartoons, juiceboxes and toys to make sure you're entertained and as happy as can be while he's gone

🚫 gives you lots of forehead and nose kisses

🔪 will discipline you if you're too mean, will usually put you in the corner as punishment

👀 knows exactly how to kiss your booboos better and exactly to do to clean them, wrap them, etc.

[darlingdespairstims]

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CG! Eyeless Jack Stimboard

W/ rainy day stims

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello, if it's alright, could I request a Toby, Slenderman, EJ, and Jane the Killer x reader (separately) in which the reader (in most cases) doesn't know that they're injured until they look down at the injury? Not exactly to the extent of cipa, but more like they don't feel the pain or even notice it until they look down and see the injury.

If not that's ok too. Either way, have a good day!

Various crps x injured!reader who doesnt realize theyre injured

idk if theres a term for it but this happens to me sometimes </3 the amount of times id randomly find bruises or cuts and start feeling the pain as soon as a acknowledge the injury hisshiss characters: ticci toby, slenderman, jane the killer, eyeless jack notes: reader is gn cws: mentions of injuries

SLENDERMAN

he almost has a sixth sense when it comes to you, so its likely that he knows youre hurt before you do... though to be fair, with how long it takes you to notice that isnt... very impressive/lh

he does not wait for you to actually notice the damage, he goes into caregiver mode- taking you to clean the wound if its open and wrapping it if needed

does not have any answers for why you dont notice the pain at first but thats mostly because hes not skilled or educated in that sort of thing- you can only learn so much by observing others from far away and living in the woods

TICCI TOBY

you both passively lean into one another to keep track of the others wounds; you dont notice yours for a while, and neither does toby- though your scenarios arent exactly the same, you help each other take care of any nasty wounds that could get nastier if left untreated

in a way he finds himself relating to you on some level, because even temporarily you dont feel pain- you both may end up talking about your experiences

that being said, the two of you may not take cuts and bruises as seriously as you should because "well i can still function/i didnt notice the pain before- so its fine!" mentality, its... not the best way to go about things...

EYELESS JACK

headcanon that he was into medical stuff before getting all goopy and cannibalistic, so even if he doesnt immediately know whats going on he can cook up some theories-

that being said hes going to get onto you for leaving wounds uncleaned and uncovered, and will make it a habit to check over you every now and then to make sure youre not hurt... looks in places that are hard to look (back, neck, stuff like that)

always keeps a pack of Band-Aids/bandages on him at all times for general use, keeps other stuff at his place for worse injuries- disinfectants and needles to stich things up- hopefully it wont ever have to come to that, though

JANE THE KILLER

if youre the type to joke about your wounds to make the atmosphere lighter, its not going to work on jane... not because shes worried (okay... she is....) but because shes just.. not amused by that sort of humor

like jack, shes going to be stern and make sure youre taking better care of yourself and taking the time to look over yourself, as well as teaching you basic first aid if you've decided to skip over that

does not try to control you, shes not going to stop you from getting into a fight or doing something a little risky (within reason, if the situation seems too.. intense... itd be different), because even despite your little... situation... she has enough trust in you not to get mortally wounded

[littlespace-imagines]

Agere Bots Masterlist

Original Characters

Minotaur that sells little gear C.ai

Your stalker Draven wishes he was your Daddy C.ai

Your husband knows you got daddy issues C.ai (Req.)

Sleazy dealer decides to buy a baby C.ai (Req.)

Orc handyman babies you after a scare C.ai

The vampire on your late-night juice run wants to know you C.ai

A robber discovers you regressing C.ai

An Arachne welcomes you into her agere daycare C.ai

A tailor Drider thinks youre the neatest little thing he's ever seen C.ai

Your little witch friend takes you on a trip C.ai

You meet a little fairy in the woods C.ai

Creepypasta

Jeff the Killer catches you regressing C.ai

Eyeless Jack kidnaps you C.ai J.ai

Homicidal Liu looses you in the store C.ai J.ai (Req)

Jane Richardson revealing her obsession for {{user}} C.ai

Switch!Toby wants to have a playdate C.ai J.ai

You and Jeff have a cozy night in and he babies you C.ai J.ai

Eyeless Jack studies you regressing C.ai

You cant outgrow Laughing Jack C.ai J.ai (Req)

Slashers

Ghostface (I used an OC for the character under the mask) C.ai J.ai

Billy Loomis as a caregiver C.ai

Stu Macher as your caregiver C.ai

Batman

Jason Todd with a little!soulmate C.ai

Bruce Wayne needs his baby C.ai J.ai

Bruce Wayne with a little soulmate C.ai

Jason Todd wishes he was your Daddy C.ai

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ rescues hostage {{user}} C.ai

Ghost helps injured!regressed!{{user}} C.ai J.ai

You make Konig want to care for you C.ai J.ai

Ghost wants to care for you C.ai

Keegan discovers your regression C.ai J.ai

[twistedamoureux]

F/O LIST

Welcome to the Garden, care to smell the Roses? 💚

This is my list of f/o's and our relationship types <3 i hope you enjoy! This list can be updated at any time

minors + RPF DNI with my account

Please view the end of the list for a glossary. This will explain some verbiage used!

NON-SHARING

🌱 V1 ;; Ultrakill ;; Toxic Wavership, Homicidal Ideation Reasons

🌱 V2 ;; Ultrakill ;; Toxic Wavership, NPD + HPD Reasons

🌱 Minos Prime ;; Ultrakill ;; Polyamorous Wavership, Caregiver

🌱 Sisyphus Prime ;; Ultrakill ;; Polyamorous Wavership, Caregiver

🌱 Bert/Bertha Bunyip ;; Animatronic Objectum ;; Polyamorous Romantic, Caregiver

🌱 pAInter ;; PRESSURE ;; Queer Platonic, Flip, BPD Reasons

🌱 Sebastian Solace ;; PRESSURE ;; Toxic Romance, Disability Caregiver, BPD Reasons

🌱 Sonic.EXE ;; Creepypasta ;; Undefined, Dating, Coping Selfship, HPD Reasons

🌱 Lucille ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Romantic, Caregiver, DPD Reasons

🌱 Syringeon ;; Garten of BanBan ;; Toxic Wavership, Coworker/Boss, DPD Reasons

🌱 BitterGiggle ;; Garten of BanBan ;; Undefined, Freshly Dating

🌱 AM ;; IHNMAIMS ;; Toxic Undefined, Yet to Confess

🌱 MC ;; MysticMessanger ;; Obsessive, Dating, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Saitama ;; One Punch Man ;; Undefined, Dating

🌱 Daniel ;; CampCamp ;; Obsessive, Wavership, Coping/Trauma/Kintype Reasons

🌱 Ada Mesmer ;; IdentityV ;; Married, General Caregiver, Delusional/Kintype/Trauma Reasons, DPD + HPD Reasons

🌱 Alvida ;; One Piece ;; Freshly Dating, Captain

🌱 Greta Evans ;; The Boy ;; Undefined, Dating?, Kintype Reasons, DPD Reasons

🌱 Vincent ;; FNAF (Personal AU) ;; Semi-Toxic Wavership, Fiancé

🌱 Odette ;; Leap ;; Romantic Pining, Eachother's Disability Caregivers

FRIENDS-ONLY SHARING

🌱 Roxanne Wolf ;; FNAF Security Breach ;; Queer Platonic Toxic Yaouri, Flip

🌱 KinitoPet ;; AI/Tech Wavership, BPD + HPD Reasons

🌱 GLaDOS ;; Portal ;; Toxic Wavership, Caregiver (Possible Flip), NPD Reasons

🌱 William Afton ;; FNAF ;; Father Figure, Delusional/Fictivism Reasons

🌱 Crying Child/Evan Afton ;; FNAF ;; Younger Brother, Fictivism Reasons

🌱 Elizabeth Afton ;; FNAF ;; Younger Sister, Fictivism Reasons

SENSITIVE WITH SHARING

Sea Serpent ;; Disney 1959 Submarine Voyage ;; Polyamorous Queer Platonice

Ferryman ;; Ultrakill ;; Wavership, Gorefriend

PHEN-228 ;; The Boiled One Phenomenon ;; Gorefriend, Toxic Wavership, Flip

T.O.E ;; The Boiled One Phenomenon ;; Familial In A Sense

🌱 Félicie Milliner ;; Leap ;; Step-Child

🌱 Victor ;; Leap ;; Son-In-Law

SHARING DEPENDS

This doesn't mean I'm not non-sharing or not okay with sharing these f/os, they just have special cases when it comes to sharing

🌱 Raul ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Romantic Pining, Yet to Confess, Regression Babysitter, Shared Objectum

🌱 Emile ;; Un Mosntre á Paris ;; Crushing/Bordering Pining, Regression Babysitter

🌱 Maud ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Crushing/Bordering Pining, Regression Babysitter, Often Disability Caregiver

🌱 Eyeless Jack ;; Creepypasta ;; Semi-Toxic Romantic(?), Kintype Reasons, NPD4NPD Reasons

🌱 Slenderman ;; Creeptpasta ;; Romantic(?), Kintype Reasons

🌱 ZALGO ;; Creepypasta ;; Undefined, Pining/Yet to Confess, Kintype/Coping Reasons, HPD Reasons

🌱 Hot Pants ;; JJBA pt.7 ;; Romantic/Fiancé, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Francis Fitzgerald ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; Pining/Yet to Confess, Cowoker/Boss

🌱 Nathaniel Hawthorne ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; He's In-Denial, Confessed but Complicated

🌱 Atsushi Nakajima ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; Romantic, Kintype Reasons, PTSD Reasons

🌱 Chuuya Nakahara ;; Bungou Stray Dogs ;; Married, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Shrimpo ;; Dandy's World ;; Yet to Confess, Toxic Friendship(?), Bipolar Reasons

OKAY WITH SHARING

🌱 Tank ;; Animal Crossing ;; Complicated/Queer Platonic, Caregiver

🌱 Prototype ;; REGRETEVATOR ;; Pining of Sorts, General Caregiver

🌱 Mommy Longlegs ;; Poppy Playtime ;; Semi-Pining, General Caregiver, BPD Reasons

🌱 Granny ;; Granny ;; Grandmother, Coping/Trauma Reasons

🌱 Granpda ;; Granny: Chapter Two ;; Granfather, Coping/Trauma Reasons

🌱 Steve ;; Minecraft ;; Toxic Romance, Kintype Reasons, NPD Reasons

🌱 Yoshikage Kira ;; JJBA pt.4 ;; Married, Kintype Reasons

🌱 Scyther ;; Pokémon ;; Familial/Friendship

🌱 Kuro ;; One Piece ;; Toxic of Sorts, Yet to Confess

🌱 Francœur ;; Un Monstre á Paris ;; Best Friend, Semi-Babysitter

UNSURE FEELINGS

🌱 Huggy Wuggy ;; Poppy Playtime

🌱 Siren Sara ;; Willy's Wonderland

🌱 Pomni ;; The Amazing Digital Circus

🌱 Jax ;; The Amazing Digital Circus

🌱 Bendy / Ink Monster ;; Bendy and The Ink Machine ;; Rekindling interest

SELF-INSERTS

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GLOSSARY

Wavership

„ a relationship that fluctuates or is fluid between different kinds of relationships ”

Flip

„ a term used for when one is both a caregiver and regressor ”

Queer Platonic

“ an emotionally committed relationship that contains prioritization that may usually be seen in a romantic relationship but these relationships are not romantic. it can be sexual, however ”

Kintype Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is for reasons relating to a kintype. often, but not always, meaning i have a kin within the media shared ”

Fictivism Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is for reasons relating to my fictivism. often, but not always, meaning i am introjected from within the media shared ”

Coping/Trauma Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is for reasons of a coping mechanism or due to trauma. this means i am using the f/o to cope with part of my trauma that tends to, but not always, directly relate to the character ”

Delusuinal Reasons

„ a term used in this list to define that my reasoning for having the f/o is caused by delusions. it is due to almost always my delusional attachment(s) ”

Toxic (x, y, z)

„ a term used in this list to define that my relationship with an f/o is toxic to any degree. this does not mean an abusive relationship in most cases ”

Pining

„ a term used in this list to define that my relationship with an f/o is bordering on a relationship. i am still within the process of telling them how i feel but closer than a crush”

Undefined

„ a term used in this list to define that my relationship has no real label to it. it can still be romantic or platonic but me and said f/o prefer to simply just say we're together and leave it at that ”

[ Disorder ] Reasons

„ a term used in this list to describe the fact that said f/o helps me with symptoms of a disorder i may struggle with. generally also falls under coping reasons as well but specifically disorder based ”

Yet to Confess

„ a term used in this list to define the fact i am on the brink of confession but have yet to do it. closest thing to being in a relationship and is a farther ahead step than pining ”

HPD

„ Histrionic Personality Disorder ”

BPD

„ Borderline Personality Disorder ”

NPD

„ Narcissistic Personality Disorder ”

DPD

„ Dependant Personality Disorder ”

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta

Is a caregiver!

[stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light]

Who Am I Really?

(Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Iron was all he could taste, as he hugged his arms close to his chest. The white snow that speckled the forest floor contrasted greatly with his newly acquired ash-grey skin. He could feel blood crusting under his fingernails, he could feel the sting of the cold snow underneath his bare feet as he walked. Whatever they did to him, he was no longer human that much was clear, his feet turned more animal-like and had ripped through his old shoes. If he was being honest with himself he knew that from the moment he awoke and could still see that he was no longer human.

Jack Nichols shivered as he caressed the hollow sockets where his eyes should’ve been. They were dripping with the black tar that was mercilessly poured in there by Jenny and her cult.

‘That absolute fucking bitch.’ He thought, and an animal-like snarl tore through his throat. He could feel the stretching and popping of his jaw as he ground his teeth together. Killing her and her stupid friends was therapeutic to him, remembering the taste of their blood as it filled his mouth when he tore out their throats made him feel euphoric. Pausing his steps only for a brief moment he let those memories of eating their flesh and organs consume him, it only served to make his mouth water.

What was wrong with him? Why did that memory, which happened only hours ago, make him so god damn hungry? What exactly had they done to him, as much as he tried not to dwell on that thought the hunger that ate away at him even after the slaughter was almost too much to handle. All Jack wanted when he woke up this morning was to go on a date with a cute girl, get a little drunk, and maybe get lucky (though realistically that was just wishful thinking). The true college experience one might say, even for a med student. Especially with a schedule as busy as his...that was as busy as his. He knew he should’ve just stuck to focusing on school and studying his brain out, god why did he have to listen to his friends as they urged him on the date.

‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

This. This was clearly the worst possible outcome.

What he really couldn’t believe, however, was that he allowed one of the cultists to get a hit on him, and a bad one at that. Turning his head to glance down at the tear in his thigh, it was a deep gash that desperately needed to get medical attention and fast. The only problem the former medical student faced was that whatever was pouring out of his leg wasn’t blood. It was a deep black ooze that stained the white snow that littered the forest floor. In fact, Jack wasn’t even sure if normal medical supplies would even heal his wound. Jack grit his teeth trudging onwards into the forest, a faint buzzing reverberated around in his skull like flies buzzing around a corpse that he couldn’t seem to shake.

He placed his hand against a tree the world spinning around him. Whatever the blood-like substance that was pouring out of his leg was, he was losing it fast. Jack heard the crunching of snow in front of him and a small gasp. It took most of his strength but he picked his head up and snarled. Jack bared his teeth and tried to make himself look as dangerous as possible, he felt like a wild animal that was cornered by the hunter. There was a girl in front of him, she had (h/l) (h/c) hair that was stuffed under a furry winter hat. She took a few steps back, her brown snow boots making giant footprints in her wake. He could hear the blood flowing through this girl’s veins, as her anxiety levels seemed to spike. The anxiety caused her heartbeat to quicken drastically, hearing the sound only served to increase Jack’s seemingly ceaseless hunger. Jack tried to take another step towards her, flexing the sharp nails on his hands but collapsed under his own weight, his fucking leg. He really couldn’t catch a break, could he?

“What are you?” The girl’s voice held a slight quiver to it and Jack could feel her sharp eyes burning holes into his body. He watched as she hesitantly took a step closer, her (f/c) parka standing out against the muted colors of the forest.

“I don’t know.” He responded with a raspy breath, she smelled divine but he had no strength to attack. Something in his bones told him that he was beyond human, something so much more, a god perhaps? What a silly thought that he couldn’t shake away. Through his quickly blurring vision, he swore he could make out a pair of fancy dress shoes a little bit behind the girl. He saw the girl drop to her knees and cover her ears, his vision went black and the sound of static accompanied the darkness.

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Jack was expecting to be dead. He expected to be accompanied by beautiful white light, maybe an angel or something. However, it caught him very off guard when he suddenly awoke in a rather plush bed. He threw the plaid covers off himself unceremoniously and moved to swing his legs over the side of the bed. The baby god never got far because he let out a howl of pain as a sharp sensation traveled up his thigh. Shit right, his entire upper thigh was practically ripped open. He forgot all about that, glancing down at his wound he noticed it was wrapped tightly in medical bandages and he assumed it was stitched up underneath the dressings. Whoever fixed the wound seemed to have done at least a semi-decent job, at least he wasn’t dead. Sniffing the air with his newly acquired sense of smell he could make out the distinct smell of humans and...was that lavender?

Jack felt his stomach growl and he doubled over clutching it. They smelled delicious. He could practically hear their organs singing out to him, rip open the human, steal us, devour us.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the door opening, in the middle of the doorway stood the exact girl he’d seen in the forest. Immediately going on the defense he bared his teeth opening his jaw as wide as he could, he heard the popping sound of his jaw as it extended, he felt something swirl around in his mouth. He felt a chill run down his spine at the unwelcomed sensation.

Did he have more than one tongue?

Shaking the thought away Jack didn’t move to attack, he was never the type. He would always rather listen to rationality before getting his hands dirty, the only issue was he was starving and the girl would absolutely make a fine meal.

“Don’t try demon.” The girl scoffed eyeing Jack up and down, if he was still his old college self he would’ve gotten flustered at the gesture. A girl showing him attention? Unheard of back them. However, after Jenny, he was almost positive he’d never let that happen again. His sockets looked down at what the girl held in her hands, it was a plate, a plate that had kidneys on top of it. He was only mildly aware of the fact that he was drooling all over himself. “Oh gross.” She scrunched up her nose placing the organs on the bottom of the bed.

Without hesitation, Jack attacked the cold meat shoving it in his mouth with vigor. He knew blood was all over his face and hands but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Jack knew the girl’s calculated eyes were watching his every move, even so, he couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure as the food slid down his throat. Once the meal was finished and Jack was satisfied he finally felt he had enough strength to start asking questions.

“Who are you?” He rasped, whipping his mouth with the back of what was left of his sleeve.

“Really? You’re asking ME that question.”

“I’m not a fan of your attitude.”

“I’m not a fan of you bleeding out on my property.”

Jack growled low and guttural.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” The girl had the audacity to laugh in his face was she not aware of what he was capable of now?

“Nice try but I’m not scared of you. You’re not allowed to hurt me as long as you’re under my care.” She pointed to herself with her thumb, puffing out her chest a little however he could hear her pulse increase just the slightest bit.

Jack only scowled.

“What pray tell is exactly stopping me?” He raised an eyebrow watching carefully as the girl lifted up her sleeve to her sweater. Scared into her wrist was a symbol that Jack had never seen before in his life, but for some unknown reason, he felt dread wash over him. Carved into her wrist was an O with an X slashed through it. “What’s that supposed to prove exactly? That you’re into weird tattoos?”

The (h/c)-ette let out a loud sigh like this conversation was boring her. Oh he’s sorry it’s not his fault he was turned into a fucking organ-eating monster by a cult at his local college! If he still had his eyes they would be rolling so far back into his skull, yet he still waited for the girl to explain.

“My name is (y/n), I’m a medical proxy under The Operator. Currently one of the only ones he has left because we keep getting killed off by rogue killers.” The girl, (y/n), clicked her tongue in clear distaste at the mention of said killers. “Since I’m under The Operator it means if you kill me, he’ll kill you, that’s the deal Jacky boy.” That put him on high alert.

“How the fuck do you know my name?”

“You’re certainly full of questions for someone just waking up out of a coma. If you must know The Operator gave me a brief rundown of your file after we found you in the woods.” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest “It’s your lucky day because you just got hired to work for him.” She gave him a round of applause, but it sounded more mocking than serious and he only grew more confused.

“This doesn't make any sense to me. I hope you’re aware.”

“I’m sure it isn’t. It’ll all be explained in due time. For now, all you have to focus on is getting better so you can begin your training. Lucky for you, I’m your registered nurse and caregiver, so enjoy your stay at castle de la (Y/n). Trust me when I say you should value your time here while you still have it.” A thousand more questions ran through Jack’s mind and his little question and answer session with his self-proclaimed nurse didn’t really help.

“So you’re a med student then?” She made a noise of affirmation picking at the strings of her sweater.

“Was a med student Jack, that pretty much came to a screeching halt after I was scouted by the boss man. That, however,” He watched as (Y/n) put a hand to her lips signaling him to stop asking questions, “Is a story for another day. The first order of business now that you’ve eaten is a shower. Cause no offense but you smell like dried blood, and coming from me that’s saying something cause I smell blood all the time.”

Jack still didn’t trust this stranger fully and it got under his skin that she seemed to know everything about him and he knew next to nothing about her. Yet, a shower did seem nice at this moment, he glanced down at his hands and noticed his nails were caked with dry blood. He could only imagine what every other part of his body looked like, (y/n) clearly didn’t bother cleaning him up aside from dressing his wounds.

“A shower sounds good.” Jack nodded in confirmation and the girl gave a relieved smile.

“Oh thank God you agreed, it took me a week of convincing to get Jeff to go take his first shower.” Jack decided it was best not to ask who Jeff was deciding that that was a can of worms he shouldn’t open just yet. She reached out to touch him and he immediately recoiled back almost biting her handoff, the smile that appeared disappeared into a frown.

“Don’t touch me.” Memories of Jenny’s friends holding him down while he pleaded for his life flashed across his mind. The blade coming closer and closer to Jack’s crystal blue eyes before making contact and-

“Alright, cannibal boy snap out of it. Can’t have you succumbing to blood lust just yet. You don’t wanna injure yourself more.” (Y/n) snapped her fingers next to his ears and he couldn’t help but feel a little grateful that she snapped him out of his stupor. “I was going to help you to the bathroom because you really shouldn’t put pressure on your leg. Is that okay?”

Jack felt himself nodding reluctantly. She was right, he really shouldn’t put stress on his leg or it could cause more harm than good. Especially since he didn’t know the extent of the injury yet, for all he knew he was lucky they didn’t hit the femoral artery. Her arms went around his waist as the god and the human girl hobbled to the bathroom together. On the short walk there Jack was trying to get a feel of the house, in case he needed to make a grand escape in the future.

“I’ll put some fresh clothes outside the door for you, call for me when you’re done so I can help you back to the bedroom.” (Y/n) explained as Jack hobbled into the bathroom, he didn’t feel the need to respond to her as he shut the door in her face. He heard a faint click of a tongue from the other side of the door and listened to the girls retreating footsteps.

Jack leaned against the sink putting most of his weight on his hands. The sink creaked at the newfound pressure and Jack wasn’t sure it was because it was an old house or because he had newfound strength. He glanced up at the mirror, it was weird somewhat seeing when you had absolutely no eyes. It was the first time since the incident he got a good look at himself, he looked about as good as he felt.

Terrible.

His auburn hair curled around his now pointed ears and was caked in mud and dirt. He was almost grateful that (y/n) didn’t touch him aside from the wound while he was unconscious, Jack couldn’t imagine what he might’ve done if he felt anyone go near his face. Speaking of his face, he opened his mouth and saw his teeth were shaved into razor-sharp fangs. His stomach turned as he remembered the exact reason why they were like that, organs. They were like that so he could eat organs. The thought wasn’t nearly as nauseating as it should’ve been.

His skin was unnatural and sickly grey color, as he lifted up his shirt the color seemed to spread all the way down his body. He glanced down at his hands and saw his nails were long and black, almost like those girls who wore acrylics, except he was sure their nails couldn’t rip into people's chests with a single swipe. Continuing down his body he lifted up one of his padded feet, he was correct in his assumption from earlier. They were much more animal-like, he wondered if they made him faster, what purpose could they possibly serve other than that?

Gently letting his footfall back down on the floor he shuffled to the shower and turned it on, the water sprayed out in a burst and he patiently waited for it to heat up. Eventually, he was able to step inside, not before knocking his head not only against the curtain rod but also on the showerhead.

“Fuck!” He snarled glaring down at the showerhead. Jack did a little double-take, okay he was also super tall, at least he got one blessing out of whatever the fuck was happening. Jack had to kneel on the ground in order to let the water roll down his body, with a deep breath he enjoyed the warm water pelting his skin. He fumbled around with the shampoo trying to figure out how to open it without popping a hole in the container. As the lid popped open he was hit with the calming scent of lavender.

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“We’ll send someone to come back and check on him in about a month give or take, see how he’s adjusting and healing.” A figure spoke from the kitchen shaking a cigarette into an ashtray, as (y/n) stood across from him. The man ran a hand through his messy brown hair “Then we’ll reassess him, give him a test and see if he’s fit to come to the mansion.” Meanwhile, the girl heaved a sigh of her own and leaned against the cool tiles of her kitchen wall.

“So it’s gonna be my responsibility to explain everything that’s happening to him? Isn’t that supposed to be your job Tim?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow “You realize he’s, like, almost seven feet tall, has no eyes and eats organs right? I’m not even sure WHAT he is.” She muttered, “The rundown I got really only gave me his background and his clear trauma.”

Tim clicked his tongue like the girl in front of him was wasting his time, it made her ball up her fists subconsciously.

God, the main proxies really got on her fucking nerves sometimes.

“You won’t have to worry about that, The Operator will handle all of that throughout the coming weeks. No need to worry. You also don’t need to worry about harvesting organs for him, and hopefully, once he’s healed he’ll work on doing that himself. But for now, someone on a kill close by will be dropping off organs.” Tim’s nose scrunched up a little and the (h/c)-nette’s did the same, she normally prided herself on her strong stomach, but this was a lot even for her. “The only thing you have to do is monitor his eating, see how much he will need on a weekly basis, and obviously keep him alive.”

“Obviously.” They both seemed to have a mutual understanding about that at least, she fucks up and he dies they’re both in deep shit with The Operator. Tim reached to the side where his porcelain mask sat against the countertop.

“Don’t fuck it up.” He pointed to her before slipping out the door leaving the women alone with an organ-eating monster. (Y/n) mimicked ‘don’t fuck it up' in a nasal voice before kicking off the wall and heading back in the direction of her guest's room, she pulled out a pair of crutches from the closet and rested them by the bedside. She gently scratched at the faintly buzzing symbol on her wrist, this is going to be a long month.

[littlemcyt]

carrd - en.pronouns - caregivers: none rn (open for online ones!)

fandoms:: dsmp (c! and cc!), creepypasta

ill do; writings, moodboards, kits

ill write; headcanons, drabbles, ships, y/n!

rules for writing:

no nsfw, don't rush me! :>

about kai!

i regress to around 3-5, but i age dream to about 6-8, i also pet dream! (puppy, cow, dino)

i have adhd, bpd, and im working towards getting diagnosed for schizophrenia and d.i.d

im hyperfixated on wilbur soot, dream, boomerna, jack manifold, memeulous, sanrio, and eyeless jack! so im always free to talk about them :D

about alex!

i regress to 4-7 but sometimes i age dream to 5, and i pet regress to a duck!

i have adhd and anxiety, so pls use tone indicators

im hyperfixated sanrio, dinosaurs, bugs, mlp, and pokemon :3 feel free to talk to me abt it!!!

haikyuu blogs/fans please keep your interaction minimal.

[softpawpup]

eyeless jack won the last poll !! so here is some ej & little!y/n !! this was very fun to draw !! i just wanted to draw him being sleepy and comfy with you :(( its so cute !! next poll will be coming soon !!

[sillysaurus]

wanted to answer some of these

What's your big age: 18

What ages do you regress to: mainly around 0-5?

Baby, toddler, or big kid: mainly toddler/preschool and baby, rarely older than those

Do you pet regress: no, i do identify with bunnies though (maybe bunnykin??)

Are you also a caregiver: no, and i don't want to be in that position

How long have you been regressing: since i was about 12? so like 6 years?

Is your regression voluntary or involuntary: mostly involuntary, but i will induce it voluntarily in almost all of my free time

What is your personality like when regressed: fussy/sensitive, whiney crybaby im ngl, quiet/not talkative, but giggly, clingy, shy/sheepish, curious, despite being sensitive and difficult i am always well behaved

How often do you regress: im almost always kind of regressed, but usually i am masking and able to act my age, but if something triggers me more i wont be able to act my age anymore

What puts you into headspace: praise, petnames, baby talk/cooing, gentle/soft tones of voice, people doing things for me, being tired/scared/in pain/sick

What pulls you out of headspace: nsfw, violence, romance, sometimes people cursing (i do a lot and cant stop myself unfortunately), being in public (usually)

Do you have a baby voice in headspace: maybe? kind of? idk but i do talk a bit differently, honestly i talk a lot less but when i do its short words/broken sentences, whiny/softer in tone, etc.

Why do you regress: its mostly involuntary (because of trauma, i believe) but i do it voluntarily as well because its the only time i really feel safe and happy (even though a lot of my regression is negative/vent)

Neon, pastel, neutral, or dark colors: either pastel or dark. odd combo, but i wear black most of the time due to being alternate but my favorite color is blue! i love light/baby blues

Favorite regression clothes: i still wear my alternative clothing style while regressed but i like big hoodies and fuzzy socks as well. i also really want overalls and bloomers!

Do you have a caregiver: no (i would like one, some day)

Do you have any sibbies: no (unsure about having them, open to it i guess?)

Favorite petnames: sweetheart, sweet boy, (anything with 'sweet'), little boy, hun/honey, bud/buddy, goober

Favorite snack: applesauce, fruits, yogurt

Favorite movie(s): the nightmare before christmas, the BFG, sharkboy and lavagirl, rugrats go to paris

Favorite cartoon(s): craig of the creek, rugrats, curious george, summercamp island, alvin and the chipmunks, kindergarten the musical, tmnt

Favorite game(s): animal crossing, stardew valley, twisted wonderland, slime rancher, cookie run

Do you have a comfort character: könig, eyeless jack, laughing jack, moondrop, idia shroud, sundrop, nanami (jjk),

Are you easily scared: yes, scared of thunder, heights, the dark, yelling, etc. and just very nervous and sensitive in general

Independent or dependent: i dont want to be independent but im forced to at the moment, my dream is to be very dependent one day

Do you use a pacifier: yes, usually when im sleepy, upset, or grinding my teeth. i only have one but i want more

Do you use diapers: i wish…

Gear wishlist: everything! a crib, kid/soft books, indoor tent, bottles, sippy cups, plates, silverware, etc, diapers, idk if they make ones big enough but hopefully a high chair, car seat, baby bouncer, and ball pit as well

Favorite regression item: i only have one pacifier and some dinosaur sippy cups but i love them <3

Do you have a bedtime: no (i stay up late) but i would like one, not gonna happen until i get a caregiver though

Do you have rules: no, but one day when i have a caregiver i would like them, unsure about what though besides a bedtime. hopefully they can get me to stop cursing as well

Favorite animal(s): bunnies, marine animals, pigs, monkeys

Favorite holiday: halloween!

Favorite season: autumn/fall

Are your agere interests more fem or masc: definitely masc. dinosaurs, trains, construction vehicles, monster trucks, cartoons/movies/books about boys, tmnt

Do you stim more when regressed: im almost always regressed but yes, mainly vocal stims when im really feeling small

Favorite site/app for regression community: here!! tumblr! i was on reddit and instagram back in the day… (i still use instagram but not much)

What's your favorite thing to learn about in headspace: im learning spanish and german! but i just like learning in general, i like when people tell/teach me about things!

[littlespace-imagines]

🔪 Creepypasta🔪

Jeff the Killer

Midnight Kisses (taken from my Wattpad)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Jeff the killer who’s S/O is attached to a stuffed animal

Cg!LJ and CG!Jeff the Killer trying to pacify a pouty little!reader

Cg!LJ and Cg!Jeff the Killer having a movie night with little!reader

Cg!LJ and Cg!Jeff the Killer with a little who has curly hair

Eyeless Jack

Experiments (taken from my Wattpad)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Laughing Jack

Cg!LJ with a little!reader who’s is anxious about him coming home late

Cg!LJ and Cg!Jeff the Killer trying to pacify A pouty little!reader

Cg!LJ and Cg!Jeff the Killer having a movie night with little!reader

Cg!LJ and Cg!Jeff the Killer with a little who has curly hair

Masky

Poly!Masky and Hoodie comforting little!reader after they overhear them arguing.

CG!Masky giving their little a bottle and tucking them into bed.

Toby, Masky, and Hoodie (separate) general caregiver headcannons

Hoodie

Poly!Masky and Hoodie comforting little!reader after they overhear them arguing

Toby, Masky, and Hoodie (separate) general caregiver headcannons

Ticci Toby

Toby, Masky, and Hoodie (separate) general caregiver headcannons

Toby finding you regressed in his bed

Slenderman

Slender comforting male!little!reader after a nightmare

Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)

Cg!Bloody painter x Little!reader with separation anxiety

[littlespace-imagines]

Hey I was wondering if you could do the proxies poly with a little who gets really scared when there is arguments because it’s a really big trigger for them

Pairing: Daddy!Masky x Little!reader x Daddy!Hoodie

Contains: Cursing, arguing, reader being upset, eventual fluff, Cg/l dynamics

**All parties are 18+ and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

“Oh, yeah, Brian because you're so great!” Tim yelled before Brian turned away and stormed out. The latest mission hadn't went well and Slenderman had to send Jeff and Eyeless Jack out instead making Masky even more upset. Instead of leaving it at work, they had brought the argument home since Masky blamed Hoodie for what happened.

You sat behind the couch as Tim followed Brian out the door of the cabin yelling but Brian wasn't answering he got in the truck and pulled away leaving Tim yelling after him. Tim came back inside shortly and slammed the door shut and muttering things you didn’t care to listen too. Tim can be hurtful when he’s angry and will go for low blows and anything he can think to make you walk away from the argument because he doesn’t want to have it.

You slowly gained the courage to pull yourself out from behind the dusty beige sofa that sat in the living room of your shared cabin. Feeling your joints pop and heaviness in your legs from being in such a cramped position for so long. Tim turned to look at you and stopped what he was doing when he saw your tear-streaked face

“Cutie pie, what’s wrong?” He asks as he walks over to you, you involuntarily tense up and look away from him before it clicks.

“I’m so sorry, I-I hadn’t meant for you to see this shit.” He grumbles as he gently pulls you into a hug giving you the option to push him away but you didn’t. You just wanted your Daddy and your Papa and for everything to be okay, you couldn’t help the bad thoughts that swirled in your head you were convinced that Brian, your Papa, had left forever because of this.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, Honey, I promise” Tim said as he rubbed your back and let you sob into his chest. He was also terrified not only had he scared you but he pushed Brian to the point of leaving which hadn’t happened in a long time but he was just so mad and he pushed it too far.

Before long you both heard the front door open and looked up from your embrace to see Brian standing there with bags of food he walked over to the counter and sat the food on it before turning to look at you and Tim.

“Why has (y/n) been crying?” He asked, his voice cold and concerned and you felt Tim stiffen up before sighing

“They heard us fighting and it really freaked them out.” He stated before both of them just went silent. Bran stared at Tim and Tim stared at Brian, finally, it was Tim who spoke first

“I’m, well, I- I fucked up. Im bringing work home and it’s stressing our baby out. I guess I’m tryna say I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being a dick and not being able to know when enough is enough.” He blurted out fast and panicked, Tim hated apologizing and he hated being or admitting he was wrong even more. Brian paused for a moment

“It’s okay, everything is okay. Just c’mere both of you.” He held his arms open as you both came to hug Brian, the group hug was exactly what you need reassurance from both Caregivers that everything was okay and will always be okay in the end.

[littlespace-imagines]

Little Obession pt. 1

(Eyeless Jack x Reader)

**This is a CG/l story, it's 18+ there will bed D/S dynamics but Littlespace will NEVER be sexualized**

Warnings: Reader uses Fem pronouns, Semi-established relationship,Cursing, Stalking, CG/l dynamics, sexual thoughts, teasing, slight angst

"Nah, not chicken it'll take too long I'm tired, spaghetti doesn't sound good either but it's quick." You mutter to yourself as you shut the fridge and begin looking through your cabinets trying to find a meal for the night.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

You jump and walk towards the door slowly, why is someone knocking? You look through the peephole and see a door dasher. You open the door slowly and peek out.

"Are you (Y/N)?" The door dasher asks and you nod.

"Here." He shoves the food into your hands and leaves you to stare down at the food confused before your face breaks out in a smile, you quickly close the door and lock it behind you and grab your phone, scrolling before you find the correct contact and hitting the call button

"Hi, baby!" Your partner on the other end answers

"Thank you for getting me food!" You say and they go quiet.

"I didn't get you food, money's been tight, you know that." They say laughing

"T-then who did." You say and look around

"You don't think it's the guy who's been leaving the notes and stuff, right?" You ask, biting your lip and feeling the fear swell in the pit of your stomach.

"I do, don't eat it, baby, just throw it out. Did you see who delivered it?" You shook your head and swallowed thickly before remembering they can't see you

"Not really, it was a door dasher, besides he was blond." You know for a fact the man who's been stalking you had brown hair, you hadn’t told your partner about seeing him in the house or the fact that you and your stalker had conversations regularly, or that he would give you gifts.

"Okay. Lock the doors and windows I'll be home tomorrow, okay." You sigh, your gut feeling telling you that they were lying.

"Okay. I love you, I'll be safe." You say before he hangs up, you look down feeling the tears well in your eyes when you noticed they hadn’t said they loved you back.

You sigh as you remember the note telling your partner that if they came near you again they would be killed. You throw your phone down and turn before you yelp.

You come face to chest with a black hoodie before you crane your neck up. You know who he is, he never does anything but you know he will always stop you before you can.

"Why would you think they did something for you? Why would a good caregiver ever leave their little one unattended to benefit themselves? Especially if that little one could get hurt?' He asks his deep velvety voice giving you a false sense of security you always feel around him.

"I-I don't know, I just, I thought...." You trailed off you didn't have an answer everything he said made sense, way too much sense.

You flinch when you feel his large gloved hand caress your face, stopping at your chin and gently guiding you to look up at him, your (eye color) orbs met his blank ones. He was always wearing that goddamned mask.

"You don't have to answer for his shortcomings, Littleone. Please, enjoy your food, I know you hate coming home and having to still be big." He says as he caresses your cheek, you bite back the tears that threaten to fall. You hated how perfect he seemed, how much you felt loved by him.

"After all, I take care of what's mine." He purrs out, not missing the blush that coats your face as he says those words. After all, in his mind they’re true, your “caregiver” is just another thing in his way. You’re already so close to him, months and months and months of stalking you, pulling you in, learning your ticks and tricks, and of course learning what you wanted to be had made his heart grow fonder.

He watched as you began biting your nails again, he gently took your hand away from your mouth enjoying an excuse to touch you. Your brows furrowed before you took in a deep breath,

"What's your name?" You gasp out, finally snapping out of the conflicting feelings this man gave you

"Jack, but I'd prefer a more suiting title that you're currently giving someone else." He says softly as he leans down towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans down, his hand on the bottom of his mask, your eyes close instinctively as you lick your lips and part them slightly.

What you're waiting for never comes, you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose. Trying to reason with yourself. Jack was perfect, too perfect, but you couldn’t help but want him closer and wonder what it would be like to have a behemoth of a man at your every beck and call. Caring and soothing when you’re little, but dominant and loving when you aren’t.

You turn to the food on the table and sigh before shaking your head,

"I'm just hungry and missing my boyfriend." you justify to yourself as you push the feelings of excitement and disappointment out of your head.

[littlespace-imagines]

Little Obsession pt.2

(Eyeless Jack x Reader)

Part 1

**This is a CG/l story, it's 18+ there will bed D/S dynamics but Littlespace will NEVER be sexualized**

Warnings: Fem pronouns for reader, Semi-established relationship, Cursing, Stalking, CG/l dynamics, sexual thoughts, teasing, slight angst

"You’re here!" you yelled at your caregiver as you launched yourself into their arms, you wrapped your arms around their neck and gave them a soft kiss. This was the one you loved, not Jack, you tried to convince yourself. Your caregivers' arms wrapped around your back as they swayed the both of you back and forth.

"Oh, I missed my baby girl!" They said as he pinched your cheek you giggled and followed them around expectantly. You waited for them to unpack before realizing they were doing no such thing.

"What are you doing?" you asked when they started putting more stuff in their bag,

"Oh, baby, I have to go to another apartment, remember the scary stalker wants to kill me." you looked away for a moment, a feeling of dread pooling in your stomach as you blink back tears. Jack was right, Jack has been right. He always said that his caregiver would leave as soon as things weren’t going smoothly anymore. Jack told you they were a coward who only cared for themselves,

"We're moving?" you asked hopefully but you could already tell that there wasn't a 'we'

"Well, not right now, munchkin. You'll move in with me when we shake off this stalker," they say as they pack their shirts away. The words Jack said last night ran through your brain, you just nodded and went to go sit on the couch numbly picking at your nails while they finished, you’re head was spinning. When they were done they kissed your forehead and left assuring you they’d text you or call you, you didn't respond you just let them leave.

A whole year and a half of your life just walked out when shit got tough, left you here to possibly die instead of protecting you. You tried to push down the bubble in your chest as you picked up your phone to find a voicemail from your caregiver, you play it hoping to feel better.

"Listen, (Y/N) I think we should take a break, at least till this whole stalker thing blows over, it's just really stressful on me, ya know? Well anyways I'll talk to you later, I guess. Bye." You let your hand drop into your lap and you held your head in your hands. 'Hard on them? Really? I'm the one being stalked here.' Your mind screamed at you as you just tried harder and harder to suppress your tears. You got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen to get yourself some ice cream, I mean, after all, you just got dumped.

"What are you doing?" You hear an all too familiar voice ring out. You turn to look at the tall masked man, still fighting tears, when he sees this his body language goes from relaxed to alert in seconds.

"Littleone, what happened? I take my eyes off you for a couple of hours and this is what I come back to." You sigh and look at his boots, they're black heavy-duty combat style boots and suddenly they're immensely more interesting than his mask.

"I- uh- well....' You sigh and start over

"My caregiver kinda stopped by, packed their stuff, then broke up with me via voicemail?" You said not realizing you phrased it as a question

"Kinda?" Jack inquired

"Well, no, they did." As soon as conformation left your lips Jack was in front of you, pulling you into a hug. You didn't know why but this hug was the straw that broke the camel's back. You began to sob into his hoodie, standing in the middle of your kitchen, with this giant of a man comforting you.

"They’re so fucking stupid, they were never worth such a precious little girl like you," Jack says as he ran his gloved hand through your hair. You look up with your tear-streamed face and wipe your eyes and nose.

"Do you mean that?" You ask and Jack nods before cupping your face gently, you let out a small squeal when he picks you up and starts to carry you upstairs.

"What are we doing?" You ask nervously as Jack opens the door to your bedroom and sets you down gently on the bed.

"You've had a stressful day, which means that you should regress," Jack states very matter of factly and you just nod slowly, his logic was legit and made sense. You watched in amazement as Jack took over everything he got you out your favorite Littlespace outfit, put on your favorite cartoon, selected a craft for you to do, and even got you a snack of some cut-up fruit and yogurt!

You liked this, you liked that Jack complimented you when you showed him something you did, you gifted him a blue and black beaded bracelet because it reminded you of him and he immediately put it on, praising you,

"This is amazing, littleone, you're very talented." He said as he admired the bracelet you felt the blush creep on your cheeks it didn't take long for you to end up taking a nap.

(Jacks POV)

I looked over to see her about to drift off to sleep, I smiled and stood up, removing her craft kit and snack from the bed. I lifted her gently which got me a few whines in the process before I placed her under the covers. I sat beside her gently running the fingers of my gloves through her hair before she began to snore lightly, I waited for a moment before tugging off my glove and running my fingers through her hair. I relished the feeling of her silky strands running between my fingers.

I stared at her, this had started as a minor fascination and nothing else. Just a piqued interest, yet here I am after her caregiver who didn't give her the time of day and proper support she needed finally gave in as I suspected he would. I leaned over and grabbed her favorite stuffed animal and tucked it under her arm before placing the paci on the bedside table between her lips.

I got up and left the house hoping for the last time without my baby girl.