#forced regression for money

[diapereddoe]

There there sweetie. Let all those icky grown up thoughts out of your head. Your only job is to be an adorable little baby on display. The dumber you look the happier you’ll make daddy. These home movies are going to sell nicely online. I have several pre orders from your old friends in college. I think they said something about airing it at your reunion. Diapers don’t grow on trees sweetie, it’s not my fault the world loves watching your descent into babyhood. Since filling your pampers is the only thing you seem to be good at we had to figure out a way for you to contribute to this household. Is that drool? There ya go sweetie, put on a show.

[oflgtfol]

i was talking to my therapist last week about how i'm kinda excited but also equally apprehensive about starting grad school this fall because yes, i so so desperately needed a gap year otherwise i think i literally would have killed myself and/or had a breakdown big enough to land me in the hospital, and even beyond that i just needed to figure out a more concrete plan of what i'm going to do with my life in general -- while all of that is true, and i'm glad i took the gap year for it, i'm also apprehensive because i genuinely feel like an entirely different person than i was even at this exact point in time last year, nevermind anything earlier than that. it's only been a single year of me being out of school but my life has changed so dramatically, mostly for the better, and my whole personality has flipped on its head, it's just going to be so fucking weird going back to the same school, the same campus, potentially seeing my old friends around. augh

[adultbabystories]

Foolish Plans

Could you do it? It’s worth a try, isn’t it? But so many things are against you.

You were thinking about a way to escape while lying there.

You have no money, cell phone, wallet, or passport. You agreed that Daddy would take all of it when you stepped into his house. It was a condition you had to agree to if you wanted to experience what he promised. So even if you escaped, you cannot get anywhere or contact someone. Sometimes Daddy likes to hand you a toy shaped like a phone, then he holds one to his ear and tries to speak with you. Most times you answer and blubber into the toy in your hand.

You have no adult clothes. Daddy took the small trolley you brought and the rest of your stuff. The adult clothes you had on, he forced you to cut them all while you sat on his knees, naked. Now you are dressed only in big baby’s clothes. You know where the onesies, shortalls, and playsuits are, but you don’t have a clue where you could find a decent adult’s pieces.  It’s cold outside, would you go out in your long-sleeved onesie? Daddy likes to put you in the most babyish baby-printed clothes. He’s holding your arm up, points at a certain animal, and tells you a story about it. You sit and listen.

You can’t hold it anymore. For some reason you can’t hold it anymore, number 1 and number 2. You just go in your diaper, sometimes even when you are not noticing. By now you need your diapers, and sometimes even relieved you’re wearing one. It’s easier just to let go. Even if you walk out, you can’t just take off the diaper and go naked, you’ll make a mess. Daddy likes to flip you over the changing mat and pat your thick diaper bum. You’re sure he enjoys the thumping sound of the thickness.

You are nowhere and don’t know the language. Daddy took you from the airport after you agreed to his terms online and when you met him for a coffee in a restaurant next to the airport. The drive was long and you fell asleep. When you woke up before arriving at his house, you drove for at least an hour in a thick forest. After a month of regression treatment, while playing in your playpen, Daddy greeted his old friends inside. You just sat there, blushing. You couldn’t understand one word, you don’t know their language. At some point, one of Daddy’s bearish friends came to play with you and your toys. He spoke to you like any adult would speak with a toddler, but you felt that way completely because you couldn’t understand him at all. You tried to say something to him but for him, it was like a baby was speaking to him.

You were so upset that you started to sob. You were lying in your crib after Daddy put you to sleep. Your plans were so foolish, they would never work. Why did you agree to it? You thought it would be only a week, and by now you can’t tell how much time has passed. Your cries went through the baby monitor.

Daddy opened the door slowly and spoke in the foreign language. You don’t understand it, but you do recognize a few words. You thought he said the words ‘baby’ and ‘sleep’, then he caressed your face. His touch was so warm and loving. It made you feel a bit better. Then he said the word for ‘pacifier’ and you automatically opened your mouth, because up until that point you didn’t want to suck on it, although you were frustrated and wanted to. Now when you were nursing on it while Daddy was caressing your cheeks, you calmed down. He spoke to you in such a calming tone, that you were less scared and upset. You felt peace again. He gently grabbed the front of your diaper, and you felt wetness and warmth, which grounded you to the situation.

Daddy turned on the mobile above you and left the room quietly. Maybe it’s not as bad as you thought. You were sucking on your pacifier rhythmically, drifting on to sleep in your nursery.

“Just one more night, then I’ll think of a plan” was your last thought before the lullaby put you to sleep.

[tinylilacbun]

Leverage

Summary: Rafe owes Barry a lot of money and the pogue is done with waiting, so he takes the only thing that gets the Cameron boy moving.

Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader, barry x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, dark themes, kidnapping, drugging, swearing, happy ending, set in season 1, word count: 1,4k

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You hum to the current song that's playing from your phone as you apply body lotion onto your skin, having just finished taking a bath and getting ready for the day.

Rafe is already out and about. He did ask if you wanted to come with him but you rather wanted to sleep in.

After you finish spreading the lotion everywhere you put on your clothes, a plaid skirt and pastel colored shirt to match and fits your headspace as you start to feel like regressing, fixing your hair a little before grabbing your phone and leaving the bathroom.

You make your way downstairs to eat some breakfast, ascend the stairs and walk past the entrance hallway, stopping in your tracks when you see the front door slightly open.

"Sarah? Wheezie?" You call out, getting no response as the house is completely empty, or so you thought.

Before you could take another step, a hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your screams as you trash in the intruder's arms, breathing heavily and suddenly starting to feel dizzy as you inhale a rather sweet scent.

"You can thank Rafe for this, sugar." You hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear just as your vision turns black.

When your eyes finally flutter open again you groan softly, sitting up on the creaky mattress as you try to get your bearings, lifting your hands only to find them tied together with rope that's tightly looped around the bedframe and tug on it.

You frown, your fuzzy brain getting a little more clear as you look around the room you're in, taking how messy it is and the smell of weed and other stuff you don't even figure out lingering in the air.

Your body jolts when you hear footsteps approaching the room, pulling your knees up and tense as the door unlocks and opens with a creak.

There stands Barry, with a cigarette between his lips and a twisted smile forming on his face. You barely know him, he's Rafe's dealer and that's about it.

Well, you only know his name, that hes a pogue, and now partly dangerous.

"G'morning there, pretty girl." He drawls, stepping into the room and beside the bed.

You instinctively scoot as far as your bound wrists let you, your lip trembling as the fear creeps up about not knowing what he's gonna do or why you're here in the first place.

"Easy. M'not gonna hurt you, I mean, unless you decide to be difficult." He chuckles, reaching out to pat your head in a patronizing way before taking a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in your direction. "Sorry that I had to drag you into this shit but your loverboy messed up bad this time, and I ain't gonna let myself be fucked around with."

"R-Rafe? What did he do?" You ask shakily, and hoping for your life that he's already on his way to get you because you can feel yourself panicking and regressing because of this whole situation.

"You see, he owes me 20 grand and has been late on paying it back. I'm done waiting and to get his ass moving, I have to motivate him a little, and what better way is there than you, his sweet girl." He explains, dubbing his cigarette out in an ashtray on the nightstand.

He pulls out your phone, looking back at you expectantly. "Code?" You keep your mouth shut, which seems to be a mistake when he narrows his eyes, leaning closer to your face. "Listen, either you tell me willingly or I'll force it out of you."

"2406..." You mutter out. it's the date you and Rafe got together.

"There, good choice." He murmurs, getting into your contact list and looking for Rafe's number, lifting the phone to his ear after hitting the call button.

"Baby? Where are you? I thought-" Rafe starts when Barry cuts him off.

"Country club, haven't heard from you in a while." Barry greets him enthusiastically. "A'ight, let's get this straight. I got your girl here and if you want her back in one piece you get me my money. I'll give you 24 hours."

"Barry, I swear if you touch a single hair on her head I'll-" Rafe is about to threaten him.

"You're not really in the position for making any threats, y'know?" Barry teases him.

"Let me talk to her." Rafe demands and Barry holds the phone to your ear with a smirk.

"R-Rafey?" You speak with a tremble in your voice, feeling tears building up in your eyes.

"Baby, are you okay? I'll be there soon, yeah? Just, stay calm and don't do anything. Daddy's gonna handle this, you hear me? I promise." He assures you and you nod even though he can't see you, starting to sniffle.

Barry lifts the phone back to his ear. "20k. 24 hours. And don't you dare pulling any shit, got it?" He warns him before ending the call, tossing your phone out of your reach. "Hungry or thirsty? Don't look at me like that. I may be a criminal but I'm no monster, sugar."

It's been awhile since you woke up. You have been fed and hydrated throughout the whole time, anxiously waiting for Rafe to arrive and save you.

You can't even get yourself to be mad at him for getting you into this whole mess, you just want to be held by him more than anything right now.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Barry comes into the room again, walking over to you and untangles the rope from the bedframe but keeps your wrists still tied.

He grabs your arm and you yelp in surprise as he yanks you up to stand, pulling you with him while you stumble to try and keep up with him.

As you're dragged into another room relief washes over you when you see Rafe pacing restlessly, holding a black bag tightly in his hand, stopping in his tracks as his eyes lock with yours.

He instinctively attempts to take a step towards you but stops again when Barry pulls out his gun, pressing it to your side. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know better. Money first."

Rafe scowls but tosses the open bag onto the coffee table, the many bundled stacks of money visible as he holds his hand out. "Now let her go."

Barry nods, tilting his head a little to glance at you . "I'll miss your company." He breathes into your ear before he lets you go, tucking his gun into the waistband of his pants, looking back at Rafe. "Don't run off, gotta count it first."

Without hesitation you crash into Rafe's body, holding onto his shirt with all your might as you start to cry into his chest, all the while Barry sits down on his worn out couch and starts to count the money.

Rafe hurriedly unties your wrists, rubbing his thumb carefully over the slight rope burns, his chest feeling tight at your quiet whimper and wraps his arms tightly around you.

You instantly wrap your arms around him, gripping onto the back of his shirt.

"Shh, it's okay now, I got you..." He shushes you, his one hand holding the back of your head, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple. "I'm sorry."

A few minutes later you hear Barry whistle, turning your head a little to face him as Rafe tightens his hold on you, afraid to let you go. "You're good to go, country club. See this as a warning as to what happens the next you think to fuck with me."

Not even answering, Rafe simply picks you up bridal style and leaves the trailer with you clinging to him desperately, making his way to his truck.

"I really didn't mean for this to happen, y'know that, right?" He asks as he keeps walking, feeling you nod against him.

"I knows...s'okay." You hiccup, nuzzling your face in his neck to inhale his cologne. "Was really scared, daddy."

"I know, I know. Daddy makes sure to never ever let this happen again, yeah?" He promises, setting you down in the passenger seat and buckling your seat belt, reaching up to wipe some of your tears away. "I love you, more than anything."

You give him a smile, leaning into his touch. "Luv you more..."

He leans closer to peck your lips before shutting the car door, walking over to the driver's side and hopping in.

Quickly turning on the engine he drives away from Barry's trailer, placing his hand on top of your thigh in a protective and reassuring way, occasionally squeezing or rubbing your soft skin.

[regressionschool]

JOBLESS & JUVENILE: A NEW FUTURE FOR THE UNEMPLOYED?

By Emily Dawson, Investigative Reporter

For decades, governments have struggled with rising unemployment. Now, in partnership with Pampers Corporation, a revolutionary solution has emerged—one that provides financial security, housing, and a structured daily routine for those out of work for extended periods.

The "Retraining & Relaxation Program" (RRP) is a bold new initiative that reimagines what it means to be unemployed. Rather than forcing job-seekers to endure endless applications, stress, and uncertainty, RRP offers them something better: a fresh start, free of adult burdens. Enrolled participants receive free housing, nutritious meals, and a basic income—but in exchange, they must embrace the Pampers lifestyle.

For some, it’s a dream come true. For others, it’s a nightmare.

"I Never Want to Grow Up Again!" – A Happy Little Student

At Sunny Steps Learning Center, one of the program's many Retraining Facilities, I meet Steve, 25, who has been enrolled in RRP for four months. The moment I step into the playroom, he rushes up to greet me, his Pampers crinkling loudly beneath his onesie as he bounces on his heels.

“Hi-hi, Miss Emily!” he chirps, his voice light and playful. “Didja come to play too?”

Steve, once a struggling software developer, no longer concerns himself with résumés, bills, or job interviews. Instead, his days are filled with storytime, snack breaks, and supervised play. He eagerly shows off his favorite toys, his plump diaper sagging slightly but still holding strong—a testament to Pampers’ renowned absorbency.

"I used to be sooo stressed all the time," he tells me, plopping onto a soft mat. "Always worried 'bout money, 'bout findin’ work. But now? I just get to be me! No worries, no hard stuff! Just nap, snack, and play!"

I ask if he ever thinks about returning to adulthood. He looks at me like I’ve suggested something completely absurd.

"Nooo way! Big-boy life was way too hard! I like my diapers, I like my nap times, and I LOVE snackies! Who’d wanna give that up?"

It’s difficult to argue with the enthusiasm in his voice, especially when he kicks his feet happily, completely unconcerned as his caretaker comes over to check his Pampers. The program has given him everything he needs—and taken away everything he doesn’t.

A Different Perspective: "I Don't Belong Here!"

Not everyone shares Steve’s enthusiasm. Dana, 29, is in the program as well, but she’s far from thrilled about it. She shifts uncomfortably on the bench where we meet for our interview, the thick pull-ups beneath her skirt crinkling softly with every movement.

"This is humiliating," she huffs, crossing her arms. "I had a career. I just hit a rough patch! How does that mean I should be treated like a preschooler?"

Unlike Steve, Dana is still classified as a “transition student”, meaning she hasn’t yet fully regressed. She is in the pull-up phase of the program—technically given some independence, but still under heavy supervision. She is required to ask permission for bathroom breaks, follow a strict bedtime, and participate in “learning activities” designed for early childhood development.

"I try to use the toilet whenever I can," she insists, glaring at the playroom around us. "But they’re always watching. They say ‘oopsies happen’ and that it’s okay to have accidents, but I don’t want to have accidents! I’m not a baby!"

Before I can respond, Dana suddenly tenses. A blush creeps up her face, and she quickly looks down, her hands clutching the bench. Seconds later, she gasps softly—a nearly inaudible whimper—as a warm, wet patch spreads across the front of her pull-up.

A nearby caretaker notices immediately. "Oh, Dana, honey," she coos, kneeling beside her. "That’s why we wear our special trainers, remember? Let’s get you all dry, sweetheart."

Dana's face burns with shame as she’s gently led away by the caretaker, a visible waddle in her step from the bulky, swollen pull-up sagging between her thighs.

"See? This is what I mean!" she cries, her voice cracking. "They’re MAKING me like this!"

But is she truly being "made" into anything? Or is she simply proving that some people, no matter how much they protest, aren’t quite as ready for adult responsibilities as they believe?

A Program with Results

As more participants enter the Retraining & Relaxation Program, the statistics speak for themselves. Over 97% of enrollees never return to the workforce, choosing instead to remain in the program permanently.

Psychologists point to reduced stress, structured care, and positive reinforcement as the key factors behind its success. Pampers’ high-quality, ultra-absorbent protection ensures that comfort and security are never a concern, allowing participants to focus solely on their retraining.

Despite some criticism, it’s clear that the RRP is achieving what traditional welfare programs never could—not just financial stability, but true, lasting contentment.

“Some people just aren’t built for the pressures of adult life,” says Dr. Amelia Brooks, a behavioral specialist working with the program. “And that’s okay. With the right care, they can live much happier, healthier lives without unnecessary stress.”

Perhaps the only question left is this: Is unemployment truly the problem? Or is adulthood itself?

(Sponsored in part by Pampers Corporation. Because some people were never meant to grow up.)

[babiebom]

Heyyy! I was wondering if u could do the bachelors & bachelorettes reactin to / dating an s/o who has really intense nose bleeds when they're stressed. But plot twist bc this is literally the norm for the farmer bc they have crippling anxiety, especially social.

Thank u sm!!

A/N: I don’t know why I thought this was funny??? My anxiety just makes my stomach upset but a nosebleed in front of everyone like some sort of anxious demon is funny. Not the clean up tho. I’ve never had a nosebleed but I know they bleed SO MUCH. Also no problemo!!! Always glad to get requests!! I did different things (so not just stressed because I would’ve written the same thing for anyone I made crush aspects as sort of for stress too lmao) for each hopefully they’re good enough!

Tw: cursing, blood, anxiety, the nose bleeds are VERY dramatic because it’s fiction lmao. Physical fights(in Leah’s part), arguments(in almost all of them). Pierre hate Pam hate(kinda) Demetrius hate Morris hate. And Kel is gender neutral! let me know if there’s anything else to tag!

Wc: idk lmao hopefully at least 100 words for each

Stardew Masterlist

Sebastian:

Just frowns

Actually helps unexpectedly

….we can never talk about this happening again if you want……

It’s not often that you get to see the towns resident emo, even after visiting Robin multiple times for various building needs. So when you wander into the house, looking for Robin so you can upgrade your coop, seeing him makes your brain malfunction.

“Oh…hey farmer.” He greets, moving past you to head further into the house. You blink for a second before returning the greeting, watching as his dark hoodie disappears behind a wall.

You try to force your breathing to slow down. There is absolutely NO reason you should be this worked up over a literal one second conversation. While you sit with your thoughts, foot steps fill your ears and the sight of Sebastian returning from wherever he went makes all of your progress regress. “So…you here waiting for my mom?”

You nod quickly, clearing your throat, “yeah…um…just need to upgrade my chicken coop.”

“Oh well, she’s not in today. She usually goes to Pierre’s store to work out with the other moms.”

You frown to yourself, how did you miss that she wouldn’t be in today? Damn now all you can think about is how you just made a fool of yourself. Lost in your thoughts, you miss that Sebastian had cleared his throat a couple times until he waves a hand in front of your face.

“If you want, I can take your order and tell her when she gets home later. That way she can get started tomorrow.”

“Would you?” Your heart flips as you perk up. Was he usually this nice? You kinda heard from Robin herself that Sebastian never really interacted with people he wasn’t already friends with.

“Yeah sure.” He shrugs and moves to go around the counter, setting his slowly cooling food down. “Okay so she usually charges 10,000g and you have to have 400 logs of wood and 150 things of stone. Sound right?”

You nod and hand over the bag of money. The second your hands touch it’s like your body decided it couldn’t handle anything else from him. Luckily he just takes the money and pretends like your nose hasn’t become a geyser as you scramble to try to keep the blood from dripping all over their furniture.

Sam:

WOAH DUDE IS THAT LIKE….NORMAL?

it’s like from a movie or something

Is overall sorta scared but at the same time thinks it’s cool

“And this is how I do a kick flip!” Sam shows you skateboard trick after trick and honestly you can’t get enough of it. It wasn’t a secret that the both of you had crushes on each other, and even now it was very obvious by how you were watching him do his tricks that you had feelings for him. Yet still you two weren’t in a relationship, just sort of friends who like each other in a romantic sort of way.

“You’re so cool!” You clap as he lands another trick.

“And you’re cute!”

“What?”

You freeze in your spot and watch in confusion as he sort of freezes midway through his next trick and crashes to the ground. His words echo in your head, making your face heat up and your heart soar. He smacks his face on the ground, sending you into a panic because now all you can think about is how he thinks you’re cute, and now how he probably has a concussion from hitting his face directly onto the concrete.

When he lifts his face off the ground, you’re kneeling next to him, trying to check on him. His forehead is bleeding, his nose is bleeding, and so is his mouth. You shriek and try to go through your backpack to see if you have anything to help him. You didn’t.

You already know where this is leading, and you let out a groan of annoyance right before your nose starts leaking just like his. His eyes widen and he lets out a loud laugh. Maybe you two can move out of the weird friendship you have after all.

Shane:

Would just stare silently

Like no comments no nothing

Doesn’t even act like it’s happening

Having a part time job at Joja Mart during the winter is one of the absolute worst ideas that you’ve had in a while. But you didn’t make a lot during your first year of farming. Stacking the products onto the shelves, your only saving Grace is the fact that you’re allowed to have earphones in. Except for the fact that Pam is now standing next to you asking loudly about where something is. Shane is stacking the shelves behind you.

“I don’t know Pam…the alcohol is probably on the wall in the back.” You frown at her. She obviously knows that you don’t know this store that well, you were a FARMER that NEVER shopped here before. She rasps out another question and it takes everything in you to not snap at her. Trying to calm yourself of course there’s gonna be something else that makes you lose your mind. That something is Morris, coming over and being the absolute WORST and in turn making Pam LOUDER and more insistent.

He’s lecturing you, Pam is agreeing with him way too loudly, the music on your headphones is now overwhelming instead of calming, and the sound of random things in the market is making you want to bite a chunk out of the loaves of bread in front of you, plastic and all. With everything building up inside of you, you already know what’s going to happen. It always happens, but instead of excusing yourself you stand there, staring Morris down as the blood begins to flow from your nostrils.

Pam yells out curses and Morris begins to stutter, but behind them Shane just stares for a second before continuing to work. When you’re finally left alone with him in the aisle as your two stressors hastily take their leave, all he does is let out a dry chuckle.

“Sam has a hell of a mess to clean up…”

Alex:

Oh DUDE your nose is like….LEAKING

Doesn’t help

Just watched and comments

“AND THEN HE HAS THE NERVE TO TELL PEOPLE THAT MY HARVESTS ARE HIS BUT HE ONLY DOES IT IF ITS GOOD!” You rant to the brown haired boy, pacing back and forth in his room. Thankfully both Evelyn and George were out so you weren’t bothering anyone except for the man in front of you.

You huff and puff as he watches, slightly amused slightly concerned. Alex wasn’t the best person to go to when you’re upset unless it was something absolutely devastating. So being in front of him now, complains about your farming woes meant that he was only half ass taking it seriously. “You should go and speak your mind.” He says.

Turns out you should NOT take advice from Alex. Standing in Pierre’s shop, you’re staring him down angrily, anxiety creeping up your throat from you trying to will yourself to call him out on his bullshit. The older man just kind of stares at you in confusion because all you had done was shout his name angrily as you entered the shop then stand in front of him seething.

“You….you…..” you point a finger at him. This was the moment, the moment you stand up for yourself and tell Pierre how HORRIBLE he is!

But of course things don’t work how you want and your nose gushes out blood all over the counter before you can work yourself up to the point of accusations. With a gasp you run out of the shop, hoping that he would keep his mouth shut with Alex running behind you laughing. Again, NEVER let Alex talk you into anything.

Elliott:

Panics

How do I help PLS LET ME HELP

Everything probably gets messy

Fishing had never been your favorite pastime, but now trying to fix up the community center you had to. Unfortunately Willy was gone and couldn’t properly teach you even though he had gifted you an old rod of his, so the next best thing is getting your boyfriend to teach you since he does fish often. Now you stand on the docks, waiting for a fish to bite the hook.

“Keep calm, the fish can feel your fear and it makes them upset.” Elliott spoke. In all honesty you didn’t even know if that was true or not, but you take in a breath to calm down. You did not want to be here all day you had cows to pet.

The second your line begins to pull you try to pull the fish in. And you succeed until it comes time to unhook the eel you managed to catch. The eel is slimy and slippery and all around not a good thing to try to grip. A shriek leaves your lips and the eel struggles, Elliott tries to help you but is also struggling to catch hold of it. And now your nose is bleeding adding another layer to the already hellish experience.

You’re unhappy, the eel is unhappy, and Elliott is unhappy. After what seems like an hour, the stupid thing slips out of your grips and back into the ocean, washing your nose blood off of it and splashing you with saltwater. 0 out of 10 you will not be trying again.

Harvey:

Calm but concerned(after panicking for a second)

Has a doctory approach to it

But is secretly like WTF inside

Your heart thumps in your chest as you sit on the clinic bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in Harvey’s clinic, having taken a break from the mines, and somehow this seems more shameful than having been beaten almost to death by living slime. Your hands bleed into the cloth you have pressed into it. One of the pigs knocked you over into the broken fence you were in the middle of fixing. Now you sit waiting for the good looking Doctor.

When he walks in he’s all smiles, tapping his clipboard with his pen. “While I’m sad to see that you’re injured, I’m glad to see it isn’t from those mines again.” The eye contact he makes with you makes your heart twist for a second.

He starts speaking of all the shots you need and the antibiotics you need to take, rust poisoning is quite serious you know. “Now,” he says, moving towards you, “let me see your hand.”

Your heart thumps erratically at the close proximity of him and you. You only really ever got to see him this close when you were half dead and barely conscious. His face is much too close for you to be able to do anything but focus on how pretty his eyes are, and how fluffy his mustache is, and how…

“OH MY DEAR YOBA” He yelps and jumps away from you. It takes only a second after him to realize what’s going on, and now your furiously wiping away at your nose with your hands instead of with the cloth, and he’s trying to get something on your nose to catch the blood. It’s a disaster, really. But at least you’re already in a clinic!

Penny:

Probably panics

Doesn’t know how to deal with it

Would try to help though

The warmth of the pool in the spa did nothing to ease your nerves as you waded in the shallow end of the pool. Penny had invited you to come sometime after 7 pm, and when you had arrived she was already waiting for you, kicking her feet in the pool. The thought of her asking you here made your stomach turn, did you do something wrong…? Was she inviting you here to tell you she hated you or something…? You had grown close to her over your time here and would hate it if she thought you were too much or something.

“Do you know why I invited you here?” She asks, moving closer but keeping her eyes on the water.

You shake your head, “I’m not exactly sure, no.”

She frowns and sighs at you, meeting your eyes for a fleeting second then looking elsewhere. “Really? I thought you would’ve noticed by now…” her words trail off and her eyebrows furrow.

The next few seconds are ones that you simultaneously want to remember for forever and forget. She confesses her feelings for you. Feelings that you obviously reciprocate, and the emotions in you mix and grow, rising up your throat as if you were a volcano of conflicting feelings. As soon as you open your mouth to tell her that yes, you like her too, her face morphs into one that’s horrified instead of hopeful, disgusted instead of smitten and you realize a second after she does that your nose is spouting red, dyeing the water you both were swimming in.

Penny shrieks for a solid second before trying to scramble out of the water as fast as she can. You do the same, swirling the red around the pool as both of you splash trying to exit the now crime scene looking pool. When you get out of the water, she’s holding a towel right in your face, smooshing it so hard you can barely breathe and now your nose is throbbing with slight pain. “What do we do?!” She asks moving about quickly. She’s so confused that she just keeps walking and turning as if she’s remembering and forgetting things at the same time.

You just tilt your head downward and cringe inwardly, this was not the way to get a girl to like you. “It’s fine…I’m fine,” you say voice nasally and muffled. “And I like you too by the way.”

Haley:

confused staring

wtf is happening

Actually speechless

It isn’t every day that you get to talk to a beautiful blonde. It isn’t even every day that you talk to anyone. So when she approaches you on one of your trips off of your farm you couldn’t help but feel like either everything is out to get you or that you’re up on your luck. You don’t really know for sure, it honestly depends on how things go.

“Hey farmer!” She smiles as soon as she stops in front of you, the feeling of your stomach twisting makes you want to vomit in all of your nervousness. “I have a favor to ask you…”

“Yeah?” You ask trying to keep your cool. “What is it?”

“I would totally love love LOVE you forever if you could bring me an amethyst? It’s for Emily’s birthday and I don’t really like Clint so I don’t wanna buy anything from him. I’m willing to pay 150g!”

You cough into your fist, nodding along and taken aback by how casually she’s speaking to you. Before you can accept doing her the favor, the horrified look on your face makes your words falter.

She looks absolutely horrified, and touching your hand to your face you can feel why. Your nose started dripping blood, and by dripping you mean you can now feel it running down to your chin. A flurry of curses leave your mouth as confused noises leave hers. It's not much of a surprise that this has happened, but man did you wish it wasn't in front of her.

Emily:

Surprisingly chill about it

Probably has a weird story about a nosebleed or something

Actually helps

You sit at the bar alone, upset at a horrible farming day. You tried your best, you really did, but those stupid ass crows actually ate ALL of your seedlings. Or…almost all of them but that’s basically the same thing! There is no way you’re gonna make enough to make it through winter comfortably. You told Emily exactly this, appreciative of her listening ear in the middle of her busy shift.

“You know they probably didn’t mean it…or maybe they did,” she sucks in a breath eyebrows furrowing as she thinks, “you know crows are very smart they probably know that you’re using that land to farm and stay there because of all the free food.”

“But it’s not free!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in annoyance, “I have to buy those seeds! They’re just putting me into debt!”

She hums and nods, wiping the bar next to you where a person had just left. You had only a couple months left until the snow started falling and making it virtually impossible to grow anything. The little plants you had left you had to fight the crows for. And by fight I mean you angrily swung a broom at the with the intent of scaring them (not hitting them that’s mean). Still the growing anger inside you was not easily crushed by her warm and quite frankly outlandish words. No, in fact your anger grew the more you thought about it.

You felt it coming before anything had even exited your nose, hurriedly snatching the rag from Emily’s hands. Damn now you would have to buy the bar a new one. She just blinks then nods as if your nose becoming a bloody waterfall was normal.

“You know…nose bleeds cause by stress is usually because your heart rate and blood pressure increase and it causes your blood vessels to dilate!”

You stare at her before laughing. Maybe she was helpful after all.

Abigail:

WOAH

WTF

WHAT DO WE DO?

You stand in front of Pierre in front of the shop, arms crossed as you watch his face grow redder the longer time goes on. “-IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAUGHTER?” You’re not really listening to his tirade, over the whole ‘protective dad’ thing.

“Dad I’m an adult! You have no say in who I date!” Abigail yells back, face equally red. Who would’ve known that he would have a problem with the farmer he rips off constantly dating his daughter?

He yells out more reasons that the two of you shouldn’t be dating, and in turn points a finger into your chest roughly. You sputter out an offended sound, moving away from him. “Don’t touch me!”

“You shouldn’t be touching my daughter!”

“What? Dude we just started dating, you’re weird as hell!”

The arguing only gets worse from there, accusations flying around and now an audience comes with the drama. It’s almost too much for you to handle with now Caroline, Harvey, Haley, and the Milner family standing and watching the chaos. “Abby let’s just go to my place…” you try suddenly feeling the need to escape and no longer feeling the ‘fuck you dude’ attitude.

“No! He needs to understand that he can’t control my life!”

It’s like a volcano in your body and just like a volcano your nose begins to erupt. Now you’re screaming, Abigail is screaming, Pierre is screaming, the Mullners are screaming. Could this get any worse?

Turns out yeah, it can get any worse, like a family fight worse and now all of you are sitting in Harvey’s clinic. At least you aren’t the only bloody one now.

Maru:

Is surprised

Also forgets what to do

Would probably make things worse

Maru talks about robots and space the way you would talk about her: totally and completely enamored. You sit on her bed listening to her talk about her newest invention, some sort of robot that can cook and clean and basically be a free maid. You laugh and move your arm to get in a more comfortable position to watch her. Unfortunately your arm had other plans and smacked hard into her bed post. Groaning out in pain, your eyes close and begin to water from how much your elbow hurt.

Demetrius is in your face before you even realize that he was in the room. You yelp out in surprise as he starts ranting about you ruining his daughter’s future. You blink in surprise and try to retreat back into the mattress. What was happening. You can hear Maru screaming over his words but your ears feel like they’re filled with water.

“We’re just friends!” You find yourself shouting. Like damn is the man insane? It wasn’t the first time he’s gotten upset at you over Maru, but it was the first time that he was absolutely losing his mind.

“Dad stop!”

Time froze for a second as you and Demetrius stared at each other, Maru standing near him. Breathing in you can taste blood in your mouth before your nose starts bleeding, yet you can’t bring yourself to do anything but sit and catch your breath.

“Oh my god!” Both Demetrius and Maru exclaim moving around the room trying to find something to help. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at him acting concerned now.

Thankfully Maru looked cute trying to help you which at least made things a little better.

Leah:

Is also freaking out on the inside but calm on the outside

Helps you with tissues

Is understanding

Going on a date with Leah is a dream come true. There’s paint, wine, food, and you’re sitting in the prettiest meadow you’ve ever seen, well it’s pretty because Leah is there and she’s pretty and you’ve been here multiple times because it’s near her cottage but it still looks different today.

You sit, paintbrush in hand, laughing at something she’s saying. It’s fun and if she hadn’t have asked you would’ve spent the day farming like usual, this little break was needed. The day couldn’t be ruined, absolutely nothing can ruin it.

Okay, one thing can ruin it and that one thing is Kel coming and ruining everything. The argument that ensues is one of the worst that you’ve seen. Kel tries to walk up on you(translation: Kel wants to fight you), Leah stops them but in turn gets into a fight with them which causes you to actually get up and try to defend her.

You kinda black out until you can hear Kel call out “I made your nose bleed bitch!” Which again causes you to want to drown in your anger.

“My noses is bleeding because I’m stressed, stupid!” You yell back. It’s obvious Kel hadn’t been able to hit your nose so claiming to be able to hit you so hard your nose bleeds isn’t even possible. It’s almost childish how the two of you argue.

Leah finally gets Kel to leave and hands you a bunch of tissues as she sits you down on the now rumpled blanket. As the two of you catch your breath and calm down, you find yourself smiling at her behind the wad of tissues catching blood flowing from your nose.

At least the situation would be funny in the future.

[psychoslvts]

🦷 INTRO !!

hi!! recently this page has been getting a little attention :3 so i thought id make an intro post. i used to b psychwhor but then someone was stalking me hhhh so now im here

me n the block button r best friends dont take it personal

u can call me kit! new to writing on tumblr but not reading. im wasian (korean), 5'5, and i look/dress rly alternative. socal area!! outside of this blog i love writing, philosophy, smoking HELLA, going to punk shows, all forms of art and making things, fashion, theology, literature, bones and teeth and stuff, and doing shit for the plot. i sing and dance. i have a LOT of very serious mental health issues so please take everything i say / do with a grain of salt. sometimes if im in an episode i go on crazy social media rants. i also age regress so that might happen too lol.

feel free to dm or shoot ur shot or wtv but i dont always respond </3 Not looking for any type of exclusivity js wanna fuck around (n get money so if ur down w that 😛 lmk)

everything in this blog is fantasy / between consenting partners.

kinks and limits under the cut!

🦷 KINKS (not comprehensive no specific order)

rape play, fauxcest, ageplay, forced submission, bondage, ice play, wax play, choking, face slapping, dumbification, petplay (kitty, bunny), knifeplay, gunplay, violence, abuse, grooming, overstim, edging, shibari, gangbang, sensory deprivation, DIRTY TALK, DEGREDATION, praise, humiliation, voice kink, corruption, exhibitionism, masochism, free use, mommy / daddy, forced intox, blood, dacryphilia, threat of snuff

never done anal not currently ready !!!! but other butt stuff is okay just no dick in ass loll

🦷 LIMITS

anal penetration besides butt plugs (for now), crazy gore, actual snuff, scat, emeto, anything to do with body image, beast, etc

i hope u like reading my stuff as much as i love writing it!

[centrally-unplanned]

I will always be annoyed as a very pro-welfare person that my "camp" is not going to come around to Social Security being Bad, Actually. It is so antiquated! Most crucially, it probably isn't even welfare - the best analyses in my opinion generally view it as neutral, maybe mildly progressive, and maybe even mildly regressive. Maybe your own paper thinks it is more on the progressive side? But it is ~5% of GDP! I do not have to "debate the progressivity" of food stamps, they are obviously insanely redistributive; the opportunity cost of Social Security is huge in this regard because you do in fact have a limited tax budget to play with.

More importantly to me, it is a redistribution from the young to the old in a society where that is becoming quite costly. The "forces of social reproduction", from work to innovation to families, are pretty universally created by the non-retired, and while most people are Doing Fine that doesn't mean we aren't creating unnecessary frictions for all of that. Right now we would all socially be better off "front-shifting" more spending, giving the ~30 year olds more income and the ~70 year olds less - 70 year olds in America are quite rich, they really don't need it.

Meanwhile the reasons for the program have vanished. I get why it was a decent idea in the 1930's - it is an insurance program built around the idea that the elderly can't "bounce back" from economic setbacks since they have a limited ability to work. In a world where bank runs junking someone's savings were common this makes sense. And in a world of fertility rates hitting 4.0+ targets it was easily affordable. But nowadays the idea that the median someone "cannot save for retirement" is very silly, they absolutely can safely and reliably - banks are stable and insured, government bond programs exist, and so on.

Of course, there are those who are too poor to save, which you can address with, like, actual welfare? I won't go down the UBI rabbit hole but it is very silly to fix the problem of elderly poverty with a universal forced savings plan that pays out to people based on their past income. Just give poor people money and cut out all the middleman bullshit.

Which is the rub of course - Social Security works politically precisely because it isn't welfare, it is something "everyone" gets. Which, again as a big UBI proponent, I get, it is how politics works. But that doesn't change the fact that Social Security probably makes most people on net worse off despite how much they defend it, and limits the fiscal capacity for better alternatives. From an ideological lens it isn't a left program, and shouldn't be treated as such. (And it isn't a right program either, but in the US rightwing ideology is pretty incoherent so who knows)

But in the end winning elections is the actual determinant of policy, so may the Democrats continue to worship it - and hopefully get the courage to slip some changes in that people don't notice somewhere down the line.

[jd07201990]

“Oh, come on Chuck! This’ll be my second time! You can’t keep forcing me to work another 40 years, just to make it to retirement and do it all again! It’s not yours or my fault that there aren’t enough young folk to take over our jobs! Hell, maybe if we paid a bit more, the few of them out there would apply!”

“It’s Lieutenant Roth, Billy. Now go change out of that equipment and take a shower. Whatever this remote does to strip away all those years, it sure does leave a young man ripe!”

“Don’t call me Billy! I haven’t been Billy in 30 years! Its Bill Damn it! And how am I supposed to explain this, again! to David?! You know he’s not into, well… this!”

“Put your shirt down Billy and quit your complaining. We’re doing something different this time, changing things up, trying something new. See, we couldn’t afford to pay higher wages all these years, because we’ve been stashing extra money away, for a new program. This remote can do a lot more than just wipe away years, Billy. The company has a whole app-store full of features, but they cost a hell of a lot. We only had enough for 2 new features, and we think it’ll really help solve this town’s aging population issue.”

“Wha… what the hell are you saying? What do you mean, something new?! Chuck, dude… you’re seriously starting to crack! What the fuck does any of this have to do with David?! And who is, “We”?!”

“I’m only going to tell you this once, son. It’s Lieutenant Roth. Now, I guess there’s no beating around the bush with you young-bloods. So I’ll get right to it. “We” is me, the Governor, and the Town Board. We investigated every possible fix, and it comes down to this. All the youth are moving out in droves, going to college, or fleeing to the city for excitement, leaving us aging folk to do the hard work around town. With the remote able to take years off a person, we’ve decided that all our current retirees, in every department, will be regressed, and the new feature we purchased will ensure you all follow your new, youthful instincts, providing us with a full generational bump in population.

You will be the hot-blooded virile stud you were way back in the day; you remember? Except this time, just as David isn’t attracted to this prime of your life look, YOU won’t be attracted to David, or any man for that matter. You see, we need all the help we can get, so with this little app, you’ll be chasing pretty women, and will certainly end up settling down, once one of them catches. Ah, by the look on your face, you know exactly what I mean.

Good, because you and the rest of the retirees are going to have your hands full, working these jobs getting paid just enough for a double-wide and a truck, leaving a trail of gals before you settle in with one, and have a whole mess of kids. "

“Ch… Lieutenant, sir… Wha… you’re insane dude! Fuckin’ totally cracked! You hear yourself! You can’t do this! I can’t be… I can’t chase… I don’t… don’t like…. Fuck… fuck dude… what the fuck are you doing?! Quit pointin’ that shit at me bro! My.. my head!”

“Don’t worry son, I’ll let you off the hook for all that mouthing off. It’s got to be rough having your brain completely flipped inside out, dumped out and filled with everything you need to be a, productive, member of society. Isn’t that right Billy?”

“Wha.. Oh, hey Lieutenant! So uh, is it ok if I head off to the showers and hit the road? Kind of a slow night huh sir? If it’d be alright, I want to go down to the Strip and hit the bar. The dudes and I figured we’d start the weekend early, ya know? Gotta get get some tail on lock before the storms hit. Thinkin’ I might run into Becka too, you know, from Thornton Stables? God she’d look real pretty, all knocked up good n’ proper!”

“Oh alright son. Go ahead, take the night off. But you’re on call. Got it! One or two beers, maybe a shot, take some cash and buy the lass one of those fruity drinks, and you treat her like a lady, young man. Got it?”

“Got it Dude! I mean Lieutenant! I’ll make a lady outa her yet! Thanks for the money too! Ya know how rough it is on the town’s wages! Although you and the Board seem to be doin’ alright. I hope I can get to where you are, Sir!”

“Don’t worry Billy, you’ve got a good 40 years or so to work your way up! Go have fun tonight!”

[fruit-sy]

1st image : #TolakRUUTNI (Reject the Indonesian National Armed Forces bill), no point in selling grandfather's fields if you still end up as a CIVIL WORKER (Context: a lot of Indonesian Armed Forces become who they are now by paying their way in the military. So all that money to stop being a civillian and enter the military, just to occupy civil positions once more)

2nd image : Be proud to be a civillian. Those who already became part of the military want our civil jobs too

Posters in my campus criticizing the incredibly disturbing bill that sought to put the military in civilian ministry positions. Why me and so many of my Indonesian comrades are so worried is that this disturbingly reflects the time Indonesia was under the dictatorship of Suharto between the 1960s-1998, where the military hold positions of power in civillian ministries and thus had a high authority over civillians. Also, the military has a HORRIBLE track record with brutalizing and committing human rights violations against civillians in Indonesia.

With armed forces entering the civil work force, civillians who work hard to get into those positions just get one upped by the military. ALL because the law says they have the privilege and not because they were qualified.

Another reason why civillians and the military CANNOT be mixed is that the military is armed. If no one stops them, they can terrorize and massacre protesters and everyone who they so mich as dislike. Hell THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN 1960-1998.

PEOPLE WERE TERRIFIED OF PROTESTING THE GOVERNMENT BECAUSE THE MILITARY WILL KIDNAP OR KILL THEM.

My parents LIVED through the fight for reformation. To reform the bill on the Indonesian armed forces, to overthrow president-for-life Suharto.

WE HAVE BEEN INDEPENDENT FOR OVER 70 YEARS, WHY ARE WE REGRESSING AS IF WE JUST BECAME INDEPENDENT?!? Why are our lawmakers making such ludicrous laws and not prioritizing the longevity of their own country?!

Our lawmakers also are passing this bill at a RAPID pace compared to other civil, more urgent bills. They are also doing it at a HOTEL ffs, they're trying to hide their actions BECAUSE THEY KNOW IT'S WRONG.

[helpfandom]

Hi I hope your having a good day or night! 💜

I enjoyed reading your Forced regression with Nightwing but I was wondering what happens after? Maybe a day to day if that makes sense? Like what they do in the day or what does Nightwing make them do during the day and night? What does Nightwing make them eat? Like milk from a baby bottle some baby food? No big thoughts for babies etc.

Basically the routine they go through sorry lol for just repeating myself 🫠🥺

@artisticdoofusxx

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He's a little delusional but hey! We love him for that. Actually, we don't but still. He understands that you may not accept your actual regression due to the pressures to grow up, so he'll take a little more time before snapping and making you become a baby.

Now, on the day to day scale he's relatively harmless. He has enough security set up so he doesn't feel the need for a nanny cam or anything, so you can at least be grown up when he's not home, which is usually at night when he makes you sleep.

He's definitely the type to drug you properly (unlike some of the villains who don't put that much effort into it), so there truly isn't a lot of time before he comes back after you wake up.

Now it depends on how much of a baby you are on if he'll make you drink from a bottle or if he'll just spoon feed you. If you're a super young regressor, like infant/baby, he'll feed you from a bottle and spoon feed you, but if you regress more to an age that is toddler/4-5, he'll just spoon feed you and trust that you can drink from a bottle yourself.

Day to Day: Since he's active during the night, he will sometimes (Although he feels guilty about it) take naps with you while he has a cartoon running in the background so he can sleep but still spend time with you. Other than that he tries not to have too much screen time since it's bad for developing babies to have a lot of electronics in their face. Some activities he would do would be swimming (With correct gear, of course), coloring while he makes meals, trips to museums and aquariums, online shopping trips (Gotta spend Bruce's money), and playing in his playroom he built for you.

Nicknames are mostly "Baby Bird" and the like, and he totally has one of those backpack leashes when he does take you out. It's bird themed because of it is.

[dn-838]

My last post on the subject

(TW for themes of mental illness, institutional bigotry and suicide)

Alright, so I know everyone is waiting for me to post images to prove I look similar to the killer… however, I found that for the most part, I didn’t… now before anyone gets too angry, this isn’t a scam (22s TikTok still needs to be taken down please someone shut that asshat using my name for money down), nor is it trying to play Spartacus or force attention, truth is, I genuinely believed I did it, I have a history of Mental illness and had actually convinced myself I was the Adjuster. I felt genuine shock when I compared the images and realised I didn’t look like him. Despite this… I’ve still gotten all this attention, and before I leave for whatever, I’ll use this opportunity to explain some things that are true, for both those of you in the UK and out.

The NHS is a complete dumpster fire, because of institutional failures, bureaucracy and privatisation, this is widely known. What’s less known is just how bad it is, 1 in 6 people in the country have to rely on Privatised healthcare due to problems such as long wait times, with those waiting lists taking as long as literal years to pass. I for one have been treated with constant failure from their services ever since I was born, with bi-weekly antidepressants that they rarely effectively prescribe as well as very poor treatment by existing mental health services, and as of now I have frequent breakdowns and delusions. The thing is, as an autistic individual I’ve been somewhat lucky despite this, the NHS has had recorded cases in recent history of sending autistic individuals to extremely severe psychiatric wards, and for a short time during COVID they set a policy where if hospitals became full the life support of autistic people SPECIFICALLY would be cut to make more room. Just knowing these took a toll on me, now, I started to go completely off the rails last July, admittedly while I knew things were as bad as the previous things said, a thing I were never aware of before then was of the situation surrounding Gender-Affirming care, it appears it takes up to 14 years to start anything in certain parts of the country, with conversion therapy still being funded and in rare circumstances used instead. By this point in time I had just broken contact temporarily with Charlotte (the woman from my original “confession”) and had effectively had a panic attack, she helped me through a lot of personal problems and so I valued her safety and happiness more than anything and was already concerned for her on the social factor, so when this was found out within a day of her breaking, I had no idea how to react, I couldn’t tell if she knew or didn’t so should be told to try and set things up or look to private as soon as possible, if she was going to leave so I wouldn’t be able to meet her, as far as I knew by that point she was potentially going through constant body horror and never actually as happy as she seemed outside when talking, I attempted to take my own life within only a few hours of learning this, barely two days after the break in contact started, this on top of my favourite Author (Neil Gaiman) being outed as a fucking Monster and the fact it was over a miscommunication that happened the first week that I finally became convinced I can have stable relationships after years of struggling all led to me completely losing whatever little sanity I had left. She did come back however left again a month later after it became clear just how much I’d regressed (although while she did know what caused the problems in July she didn’t know about the suicide attempt or have the context to know just how badly it would have effected my health). Since then I have been meeting with therapists and went back to the medical dosages I had three years prior occasionally, but still have a lot of problems. I believe having an honest conversation with her could help but… her boundaries are set, I doubt she’s coming back (if you harass or pressure her on this I hold zero respect for you).

So, why am I here giving my sob story? Well two reasons… 1. To explain why I’ve been claiming to be the Adjuster and give context to my story, and 2…

To show that the problem isn’t purely private healthcare

Yes, Private Healthcare is a big problem, but even when eliminated major universal health institutions as they are have deeply embedded problems. This isn’t just a problem with specific Conservative policies or specifically the NHS, even far more progressive are Socialist leaning countries like Denmark and New Zealand have some of the exact same problems, the UK is currently run by a party that’s arguably much more progressive and IS more left-wing than the Democrats in the USA, but under their leadership the existing problems with private sectors, waiting times and issues around healthcare for the disabled and Trans people are getting worse then they were under an actual Conservative leadership. Fact is making sure health is universal isn’t enough, it may appear widely available but still the way they are typically run is still VERY much oligarchic. Some systems are better than others sure, but that “better” is typically very temporary. The DHSC and NHS Managers are just as big monsters as Brian Thompson was, the Finnish MSAF are downright sadistic. For anything to actually get better for everyone in terms of Healthcare, the economy and government structure as a whole needs to be fundamentally altered.

One last thing, if you doubt I’m a real human, I have a lot of old stuff on BlueSky as well as posts on here going as far back as 2022, as well as dead Reddit and Twitters. Be sure to check out the channel “Devils Advocate” on TikTok and YouTube who made a fairly interesting analysis on my “confession” as well as Renegade For Justice (assuming you aren’t here from her). Also there’s this game called “The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante” made by some Indie Russian team and it’s probably one of the greatest games ever made, considering my attention I’mma just give it some publicity.

[tinylilacbun]

j o i n h i s w o r l d ⋆ ✴︎ ˚ ｡ ⋆

warnings: usual squid game angst, blood, death, slight ooc thanos?

What on earth did you sign up for. At first, when the salesman approached you, telling you there's a way of how you can pay off your debt simply by playing some games.

Of course you said yes, who wouldn't? You thought you had a certain headstart, given the fact you're a regressor and love playing many different games.

So, you obviously didn't expect that you would be playing for your literal life, people getting shot left and right and you're only alive thanks to Player 456 giving orders and taking the lead.

When you got back to the dormitory nothing felt real, as if this all was just a fever dream, some kind of sick joke you just don't understand.

And when you thought the universe was giving you mercy by letting the remaining players vote if they want to stay and continue the games in hope of more money or if you want to leave and receive the money that's already collected, it gets immediately crushed when the majority of the people want to stay.

The 'X' batch on the right side of your chest feels heavy, a mocking reminder that even if you wanted to go home you are still stuck in here, trying to cope with everything that happened since you woke up.

To try and distract yourself you take out the two bows from your hair, frowning at the speckles of blood that's staining the white fabric, and continue braiding two small braids, trying to ignore the fear that's creeping up and your mind screaming at you to regress.

After tying the bows to the end of your braids you pull your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you force yourself not to cry.

You couldn't even bring yourself to eat much, only poking around and eating a few bites, closing the little container and hiding it under your pillow together with your water bottle should your appetite return.

You jump at the sound of metal clanging against each other, lifting your gaze to a purple haired guy standing beside your bunk bed, his hands gripping the frame above you, a smirk on his face.

"Hello there, neighbor." He drawls, not noticing the unease you're feeling right now but he does see the confusion on your beautiful face. "We're bed neighbors, see?"

He points to the empty bed right next to yours before crouching down and tilting his head at you. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Thanos. Your hopefully soon teammate if you're interested." He says, reaching out to toy with the little bow in your hair and you flinch lightly at the unexpected touch, moving your knees and revealing the 'X' batch.

He pouts at that. "Already want to go home? We barely even started, sweet cheeks."

"I'm scared..." You finally managed to whisper out, which is actually a stupid move, you shouldn't admit something like that and make yourself look weak because that's something that could kill you even faster. "I-I don't wanna die here..."

"Then you should join Thanos world." He straightens himself, pressing his hands to his chest before doing a spin and pointing a nail polished finger at you. "Because Thanos can protect you."

You bite your lip, hesitating to accept his offer, and even through his drug haze he notices that, moving in a swift motion to sit right in front of you with his face close to yours. "Just think about it. You know where to find me."

He taps your nose, scrunching up his own before retreating to his own bunk bed, plopping down with his hands resting behind his head.

You can feel your face heat up suddenly, some butterflies flipping in your stomach as you glance at him, quickly laying down on your side so your back is facing him after he winks at you.

[wetbatinthenight]

A bit of fluff, what's the favorite activity of the parents with reader? What do they do in family bonding time? -🐦‍⬛

hi! awesome ask :)

this is actually a nice thought! I think that mom loves shopping and showering with gifts. she loves taking you places and buying cute clothes! she will just throw money, and she thinks it is great quality time! she also probably loves to bake for your or with you! you definitely will have the “safe” tasks, but she loves it!

dad is not letting you in the kitchen but you can be the taste tester! he cooks dinner and your mom, usually going back and forth. he likes watching movies or TV and having a very chill day! anything that can give him a chance for cuddles! he also might like reading with you and cuddling too! it reminds him so much of when you were younger, just plopping yourself in his lap and making him read to you. in his head, why wouldn’t that still happen?

as a family, they go to different events, job related or not. what they really look forward each year is vacation! they love it so much. they love nothing more than a family trip. no phones or anything for you! just forced proximity and interaction :)

I can also see family movie nights being a thing (you don’t have a choice) or occasional game nights! I can see mom loving to make a themed little party/watch party and themed snacks!

dad and his answers can change a bit once the regression continues. he become so much more involved. he wants to do any craft and interaction he can. role playing? he is all over that. any interaction that remind him of the power dynamic between you is great. and he just cares for you and thinks you are cute. he loves spending time with you!

[zundely]

#Want that because this is what bothers me about one of fandom's fave banters between Varric and Solas#And I kind of hate that this is the go to banter to show off Solas's worldview because every time I read it#I can't help but see Varric as a writers mouthpiece for some of the shit I see said IRL all the damn time#The good Jew I mean dwarf is the kind that doesn't mind loosing ties to his cultural roots#He thinks the culture he is forced to assimlate into is great actually#And everyone who cares about dwarven culture is stuck in the past and weird <- this is exactly what i was getting at yes!!!!!! it's present in da2's writing as well with bartrand's attachment to their dwarven heritage (and obsession with making money??? oh my god????) as the "root of evil" that causes everything to go wrong in their lives like it's WILD how people are so willing to give bioware a pass on this in the earlier games!

Yes!!! Thank you so much for that whole post honestly, this is something that has been bothering me about Varric's character for basically my whole fandom experience and it's kind of infuriating to see it be indentified as a problem in the writing with characters like Sera (who then get shit on by the fandom for it) when it's just as present in characters like Varric who are fandom favourites. And it hurts me specifically with Varric because like... this is the one dwarven prespective we get through all 2 games. And it sucks so bad, considering how games are all to happy to play fast and loose with a lot of more questionable worldbuilding of Thedas when it comes to dwarves (yeah I love how one major dwarven presence in all of DA games is Carta the dwarven underground crime syndicate that controls whole of lyrium economy/s) and Varric's character is not only never used to really offset all this, Bioware seems all to happy to play up the stereotype with him but like in a funny way. Bertrand was the bad greedy dwarf who only cares about money and dwarven things, Varric is the cool funny dwarf who mentions people owing him money but in a funny way so that's cool.

So when in Veilguard there are still elements that are deeply problematic (like the whole "the Time of the Titans is over" bit if you have Harding overcome Titan's rage) and people compare that conflict to Varric's whole shtic I get angry because... no you don't see? This is what got us INTO this mess. Varric's complete rejection of everything dwarven that never gets commented on by the narrative and is even shown, in opposition to Solas, as 100% correct way to approach the issue is why player comes out of DA2 and DAI viewing dwarven culture as something not worthy of saving. Because one character who is also not so subtly a creator's pet, sees it as regressive and unecessary.

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THE ALBUM IS DOGSHIT! GOODNIGHT FOREVER

theres no way this album was made by glass animals bro.