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I also wanna know about your Timmy Turner headcanons, please.đŠˇ
Please enjoy these low quality images of the Boy⢠ever.
Timmy is so extremely Boy that he's also a girl to me. You understand and you agree.
Related: when he feels like a girl, he just has Wanda and Cosmo switch his gender. So much easier than keeping a whole second closet of wigs and makeup and dresses on hand! Normally, though, Timmy feels masculine/androgynous and doesn't care how he's perceived. (He's got better shit to do than worry if his hair is getting too long or if wearing that cute shirt he saw at Walmart will make him look like a girl. Not his problem!!!)
When he gets older he starts to love his teeth, purely out of spite because so many people dragged him about his overbite over the years.
He retires his pink hat as a teenager. (He gives it to Poof.)
In my ideal canon, Timmy ends up as an honorary fairy. Because fuck any reality where he has to say goodbye to his found family, I don't respect that at all.
He and Chester briefly "date" in middle school. It's mostly sweaty hand holding and lots of awkward blushing. It doesn't work out, but it's what introduces Timmy to the wonderful world of Questioning Your Sexuality (and eventually his gender).
Timmy graduates high school with a comfortable C average.
Timmy's favorite wish is Poof.
His favorite reoccuring wish is putting a theme park in his backyard. At this point, he's purposely trying to see how long it takes his parents to notice. (Hint: they never do.)
Timmy always has a pair of scissors on him, in case he needs to cut through a net unexpectedly. He never leaves home without something sharp.
He gets a shitty tattoo when he's fifteen to spite his parents (they don't notice). His second tattoo is carefully selected to remind him of Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, and they are with Timmy in human disguises when he gets it. He gets other tattoos eventually, but the second one is his favorite.
When he gets older, his parents get worse. They neglect him more frequently and yell at him when they are paying attention to him. Wanda and Cosmo give Timmy an emergency button that will poof him into their castle if he needs to hide for whatever reason. He eventually gets his own bedroom next to Poof's.
(On really bad nights, he wanders the Hall of Timmy to remind himself that he's loved.)
Timmy dislikes his last name. (For a couple years after the Wishology stuff, he flinches when someone says his full name.)
He and Trixie become really good friends in high school once she stops caring about the opinions of people who don't like the real her, anyway.
His least favorite color is orange. (Blue is a close second.)
Timmy mellows with age but he still loves to cause problems on purpose. Sometimes just to get Cosmo to laugh and Wanda to do her fond little eyeroll.
He leaves the house on his eighteenth birthday. (It's the only birthday that his parents ever remembered.)
#timmy turner#ask#far from fran#fairly oddparents#honorable mention: age regression#i read a fic where Timmy would have Wanda age him down to a baby and coddle him to make up for a childhood full of neglect#age regression isn't something I'm at all interested in or familiar with but it was written very understandably!#timmy is one of the few characters I could see doing that
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11/30/2022
Yep! As of at least (emphasis on AT LEASY) 12:00 am EST, we're in 8th! A trend from Twitter has been going around lately where you draw the bros in your own outfit, which from what I've seen is a decent factor in us trending! Wahoo!
#11/30/2022#is rottmnt trending#rottmnt#saverottmnt#trending#i'm actually also drawing them in my outfits right now! only have mikey left to do linework for :]#honorable mentions goes to @meandtheyeehaws' undertale/rise comics and @jinbug's future donnie comic! i almost cried :'D#before i forget- @snailsnaps' regressed age donnie au as well!
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Hi! Could you do a Rafe x Little!Reader where it is the readers first time being little around Rafe and the reader is very shy and emotional and itâs just all cute and fluffy please?
I totally get it if you canât!
Btw, I absolutely loved your Moody Princess one shot, thank you so much for writing it!
Baby's Safe Space
Pairing: daddy!rafe x pogue!little!reader
Warnings: age regression, small mentions of past abuse, soft!rafe, fluff
A/n: Thank you lovely! I hope I made the request justice and that you like how it came out đŤŁđŤśđť
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It took Rafe some time to understand the aspects of regressing but after you explained it to him he started to do more research on his own, and maybe buying some stuff online he thought you would like, to show his support.
You told Rafe that regressing is just how you cope with past trauma you endured during your childhood.
He understood how important it is for your little self to feel safe and protected, knowing it's not for everyone to see and felt honored that you finally got the courage to talk about it with him. That you feel safe enough in his presence to show your most vulnerable side.
Growing up at the cut with abusive parents took quite a tool on you and as you found out about the term age regression it was clear to you it's what you needed to cope or what you deserved to have.
Rafe was beyond anxious that he somehow mess things up by saying or doing the wrong thing that it results in you being little by yourself again.
He felt bad knowing you probably were only little when he would have busy work days or a business trip.
It was a little into the afternoon and you just got out of the bathroom after doing your skincare and Rafe instantly noticed the pastel colored jammies that had little bunnies printed all over them.
He smiled at you softly, internally excited as hell to finally see that side of you and even curious as to how different your behavior is now in this state.
He noticed at the way you fiddled with the hem of your shirt that you're probably even more nervous than him right now, which is totally understandable.
It was already a hard challenge for you to even tell him about it.
Putting his phone aside he waved you over to him.
"Come here, baby. Promise I won't bite ya." He smirked and to see you smile a little was already a triumph to him.
Shyly you shuffled over to the bed, climbing your way up to snuggle into Rafe's side and grasping his shirt in one of your hands.
He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head when suddenly he remembered what he had hidden under the bed. "Ah- wait a second..."
He reached beside under the bed to pull out a white box with a rather big red ribbon on top of it. You sat up straight when he placed it between you both. "I- uh...thought you might like it and if not that's totally fine."
You haven't even opened it yet but Rafe certainly knew you cherish absolutely anything he gifted you.
He was just afraid he would go too far with what he bought you but the sparkle in your eyes already eased his nerves a little.
You slowly took of the lid and gasped. There was a lamb stuffie, color books with crayons, and some obviously custom made pacis in your favorite colors you had been dreaming of getting for yourself for a while now.
You instantly teared up, scaring Rafe beyond belief. "Hey, hey...what's wrong kid?" He asked reaching out to cup your face in his large palms, his thumb swiping away the tears that slipped before asking. "Was it too much at once?"
You quickly shook your head which was a little hard with him holding your face. You placed your hands over his, smiling at him. "Dey are happy tears."
"Really? You don't have to say that just to-" you silenced him by leaning forward to peck his lips.
"fank you, Rafey..." You whispered and he pressed his forehead against yours.
"Not for that, baby. I'd do anything to make you happy."
After your sweet moment you only pulled out the stuffie and a paci, placing the box on the ground beside the bed and snuggled back into Rafe's side. You popped in your paci and had the lamb held snugly under your chin while he turned on the TV and looked through Netflix for a movie that suited your headspace, yet he had some difficulty.
"Can you tell me how old you're feeling right now?" He asked and you held up three fingers. After a moment of looking through the kids section he stopped when you squealed quietly and pointed your finger at the screen at seeing your favorite cartoon making Rafe chuckle slightly. "Alright, guess it's gonna be this one."
He put the cartoon on play, an arm wrapping around you to keep you close and kissing your head.
You sighed contently, mumbling sleepily from behind your paci. "Lub you Rafey..."
"I love you more, baby."
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Daryl Dixon took awhile to age mentally
As I read more and more analysis about Daryl and rewatch some of the earlier seasons, I wonder if it was intended for his character to have some kind of age regression issue. (I didn't do, like, extensive research, I just looked into some CPTSD and age regression signs on a few different sites, so this is just an idea I'm tossing out in hopes of hearing some other perspectives!)
The first situation that really catches my attention is his reaction to Merle being left in Atlanta. Now, obviously, this would be an incredibly emotional time for anyone and it's not entirely out of place to just say he was very distraught over the news and anyone could have reacted the same way he did. I just think that the specific way he did might have some signs. If you think about a grown man, especially one who was raised in a very macho household, you would assume that their reaction might be to storm out or yell at someone. Although Daryl did yell, he also started crying and pacing. It seemed almost as if he was having a full-on meltdown. Some signs of age regression are meltdowns (Ranting, shouting, insulting others, threatening others, whining, angry tears, or getting physically violent) that ring any bells?
I couldn't find a gifs of that exact moment :(
It probably didn't help that the entirety of the camp was staring at him as all of this happened. Temper tantrums can happen because someone is scared/ashamed and can't regulate themselves. (Like sensory overload.)
Another thing that I want to kind of address is the way Rick responds to Daryl when he's having these sorts of meltdowns. Throughout the series, and in the third episode, we see Rick bending down almost horizontally just so he can make eye contact with Daryl. He speaks to him like he's a child, and instead of feeling insulted, Daryl actually takes comfort in it and calms down!
"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic, do you think we can manage that?"
What is age regression?
We all know that Daryl was abused as a child, and trauma like that can sort of freeze the brain. This is a quote I really like that explains it: âIt doesnât necessarily make you stuck at a certain age, but instead, [you are] acting out the emotional wounding that happened at that age,â Lapides adds." People may start to regress because they are triggered or feel threatened, and an apocalypse seems like it would cause a constant trigger. Daryl might be reverting back to childlike behaviors as a trauma response. (honorable mention being the nail biting, but that's a bit of a reach) Shane being the way that he was could have also been a trigger for him.
One of the symptoms of age regression is overly clingy behavior. And you are probably thinking, "well, if there's anything Daryl has, it's not clingy behavior. He's a loner." I disregarded this too for awhile before I really thought about it. He is highly independent when he's doing things he's comfortable in, like being in the woods or going for runs. But when it comes to making decisions or being social, Daryl immediately clings to someone who he knows will do it for him. Most of his life he had Mere to hide behind. The most outgoing and shameless person alive. I don't think Merle ever asked Daryl his opinion on anything. He would decide, and Daryl would follow, and I think Daryl took a lot of comfort in that. So when Merle was gone, he latched onto Rick because he was the best choice. He knew Rick was a very righteous man who had plenty of leadership qualities. He knew Rick would make decisions for him, and give him directions.
Carol and Rick's mothering
Circling back to the way Rick would react to Daryl's outbursts, carol sometimes did the same thing. I know some people ship them, but honestly, at least in the earlier seaons, I got major mother/son vibes from the two of them. Especially when Beth died and she was trying to teach him how to grieve. The forehead kisses, the pookie nickname, all of it seemed to point in that direction. There was also another time Rick pulled the "Can we manage that?" move, and it was during Aiden and Glenn's fight in S5. He made sure to get low enough to make eye contact, and block his pacing. He kept telling Daryl that "We can't do this now." It all just looks a lot like he and carol are parenting Daryl, if only in moments where he is feeling intense stress and that trauma triggers.
Anyways, this was just a few ideas I was tossing around, and very clearly this in my first analysis lol, any thoughts?
#twd#age regression#character analysis#fictional characters#daryl dixon#twd daryl#the walking dead#carol peletier#rick grimes#shane walsh#childhood abuse#trauma response#trauma regressor
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slowly but surely zhong chenle x f!reader
genres agere content, angst, fluff warnings internalized anti-agere, mention of a panic attack but not in depth. lmk if i missed any ! wc 2.3k dni if you sexualize age regression
summary it's the end of the year but you are finding it very difficult to be in celebratory mood.
dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.
Youâre going to quit your job.
You are, youâre making a promise to yourself about it and you have already decided to honor the promises you make to yourself this coming year. You are going to quit your job and nothing is going to stand in your way this time.
Only your boss would talk about an end-of-year party as a âcompulsory team meetingâ. You were supposed to have a nice simple evening with Chenle at home, making dinner together and then watching the fireworks until one of you falls asleep. A nice simple evening that did not have you hyperventilating in the bathroom out of fear you would be let go.
The plan was to stop by the store as soon as you finished your shift to ensure you got the freshest ingredients for the pesto pasta recipe you found on Pinterest and get more than the advised portions because you know for a fact half of it will end up on your kitchen floor when the play-fighting gets out of hand.
It was meant to be a night of relaxing and reflecting and not any of what you are feeling right now: stressed, angry, and murderous.
You take a sniff of your clothes as you walk from the bus stop back home, wondering if you can still wear this jacket out tomorrow or if youâll smell like you bathed in alcohol fully dressed. Moisture seeps through your boot and into your sock from a puddle you didnât notice on the sidewalk a couple of minutes back and you feel your entire body rejecting the sensation.
You mumble to yourself while doing quick work of inputting the PIN code to your front door lock, squeezing your eyes tight in an attempt to bring moisture back to your dried-out eyes.
âBath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep!â
The plan for the night repeats like a broken record in your mind, mentally pushing yourself to go on just a little longer. You let out a sigh of relief when the lock finally sings its tune of entrance after three failed attempts.
âThereâs my girl. I thought someone was trying to break in or something.â
The mental image of you talking with your dolls and stuffed animals shatters like a priceless vase, the shards amounting to the grains of sand in the sea.
âHi.â You drop your bag on the floor the second you have a foot inside. You were so excited about tonight, how could you forget so quickly? Your boyfriend is so excited to see you and all you can think about is how you want everyone to die, thatâs rich.
âHey.â Chenleâs smile drops at your lack of enthusiasm. âYou okay?â
âOkay⌠Just tired. âm gonna take a bath, âkay?â Your lips barely part as you speak and your feet donât lift an inch from the floor, shuffling down the hallway instead. Tongue trapped between your teeth, you stop yourself from saying something youâll regret on the way to the bathroom.
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Your own gasp wakes you and you find that youâve fallen asleep in the tub. How long have you been asleep? The waterâs not exactly warm anymore and you see your fingertips have pruned up like raisins. You poke at them while leaning over the edge before sighing. Chenleâs out there waiting for you, you remind yourself, you canât just stay pruned up like this forever.
Only for a little bit longer. You hug your knees to your chest and rest your cheek on one of them as you watch all the water from your bath swirl down the drain like a whirlpool. You canât help but blow your lips together, mimicking the sounds you think pirates caught in a whirlpool would make.
A knock at the door.
âEverything alright in there?â
âUh, yeah. Sorry. Iâm getting dressed now. Iâll be right there.â The sound of your voice surprises you, feeling itâs much deeper than it should be for some reason.
The heat coming up from the vents is still too cold for you and although you know you should keep moving to feel warm, you find it much more comfortable to just stand in place on the rug.
Water drips off you and onto the rug and the towel wrapped tight around you where you shiver. Your hair is wet and heavy and if looks could kill, the shirt you planned to change into would be on fire at the moment. The feeling of heavy, damp hair wetting your new shirt makes you roll your eyes a bit, but the knowledge of your boyfriend on the other side of the door pushes you to endure it.
Youâre in your own home but you sure donât act like it, shuffling shyly out of the bathroom with uncertain steps.
âLe?â
âOh.â He looks up from the shelf he was carefully inspecting before. âHey baby. Good bath?â
ââŚyeah. What are you holding?â
âThis?â He lifts his hand. âItâs one of your crayons. I found it lying on the floor and was just looking where to put it back.â
âItâs not mine,â You state firmly with a swift snatch. âItâs my nephewâs. He came over recently.â
ââŚyour nephew colors with glitter crayons?â Chenle tries not to eye the grip you have that crayon in.
âYeah. He does. Is that a problem?â You tuck the crayon into the pocket of your pajama pants quickly and make your way over to the kitchen.
âItâs not a problem, I just didnât know he moved on so fast from his âarts and crafts is boringâ stage.â
âHeâs coming around to it.â You move around the kitchen quickly, filling and turning on the kettle.
âGood for him.â Chenle stands slowly, when did his back start hurting like this? Is he getting old? Well, he is already balding. But thatâs because of the hair dye, right? Itâll grow back. Probably.
âYeah.â You toss a tea bag into a mug. âThatâs just how kids are. Thank you for finding it.â
âMhm.â
He takes notice of how you havenât made eye contact with him since you snatched the crayon from him, how you still donât. You try cracking your knuckles and wrists again and again, ignoring the fact that you already did before and nothing will pop for the next while or so.
Youâre lying.
Why are you lying?
âWell, now Iâm jealous.â Chenle leans on the counter with his forearms, teasing smile gently nudging you to at least look his way. âHow come that little kid gets to color with my girlfriend when even I havenât done that before?â
You donât reply but his eyes follow how you swallow an invisible lump in your throat.
âItâs not like we have the ingredients to cook dinner tonight anyway, why donât we just spend our home date tonight just coloring? You have more crayons, right?â
âNo,â You reply immediately, turning away to get the kettle when it dings. âHe just left this one. Why would I have any crayons? Do you think Iâm a five-year-old?â
âI never said that.â He stands up, a frown of confusion painting his face.
âRight. Well, I donât have any of those. And I donât want to do a coloring date. Iâm dating an adult, I would like to feel like I am.â
âAdults can color.â
âNo they canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause they canât.â
The kitchen is quiet, the single noise of the spoon mixing the tea and honey in your mug. With each second of silence, the control you have on your breathing weakens.
You do want to color. You want to doodle and draw and give Chenle all your stickman drawings. You want him to show you his pictures and you want to hear him praise the color you chose for the sunâs sunglasses. You want him to color with you and play with you until youâre all tired out. When youâre asleep you want him to cradle you and cuddle you, kiss you on the forehead, and hum you lullabies in an undertone.
But itâs also so unreasonable to demand that.
He has a life just as stressful if not more than yours, to throw all your burdens on him to bear, even if just for a few hours, is wrong. You would feel too guilty. Chenleâs dating an adult, not babysitting a child. Dating you should be an option, not a burden.
âThey canât?â
âThey canât.â You shake your head, voice breaking.
Chenle takes you into arms before you fully break, leaving all your tears to stain his t-shirt. His fingers dig into your hair and your whole body shivers when you feel his nails gently scratch against your scalp.
âIâm going to be honest with you, Princess, I donât really know what happened today. Or if itâs something youâve been dealing with for a long time⌠Either way, Iâm sorry. If Iâm the reason youâre crying right now, Iâm sorry. And Iâm also sorry for not knowing what Iâve done wrong. Iâm kind of slow on the uptake at times. If Iâm not the reason youâre crying, Iâm sorry you went through that, or, are going through that. I donât really knowâŚ
âYou donât have to talk about it if you donât want to. You looked like you were about to drop dead as soon as you walked in tonight so I wouldnât blame you. I probably should have left earlier but I couldnât help it. Itâs the last day of the year and I really wanted to spend it with you. Iâm kind of clingy like that, I guess. I was on my way here and⌠I was thinking how I would be ending this year and starting this next year with you and- and I wanted this to be how every year will be. Forever. Or, until you donât it want to. Because I donât feel like I will ever not want to be with you. Iâm like⌠obsessed with you. But not to a point where I wonât leave if you tell me to leave. I definitely will leave if you ask me to leave. Do you want me to go? I can go. You look tired and Iâm keeping you up-â
âNo.â You interrupt, speaking into his chest. âStay.â
âOkay. Yeah, Iâll stay.â
âBut⌠I think I am gonna nap.â
âYeah⌠Yeah, you should. Iâll just stay out here.â
âYouâre an idiot.â You blurt. âA big dumb idiot. Youâre dumb.â
ââŚyeah.â
âWant you to nap with me. Cuddle. Carry me.â
âCarry youâŚ?â Chenle looks down at you, feeling whiplash at how quickly your moods change. He doesnât question it though, melting at the sight of your big watery eyes. âYeah, okay. Your wish is my command.â
You smile as you feel his arms wrap around you, his cologne entering your nose and giving you an incomparable high. His steps are slow and uncertain, careful to not hit your head on any doorframes. He begins lowering you onto the bed but your arms donât loosen around his neck.
âSorry too.â You whisper.
âFor what?â
âCallinâ you dumb. Youâre not dumb.â
âThank you.â Chenle smiles, his eyes disappearing into thin little moons. âBut, I am actually a little dumb.â
âNo.â You frown as if the person offended was you. âNot dumb.â
âNo?â
âNo.â You insist. ââm the dummy.â
âWhat? No, Princess.â He sits on the side of the bed when his neck begins to hurt from the angle. âHow could you think that?â
ââCause,â Your eyes drop to his shirt, suddenly extremely interested in the wrinkles of his shirt. âDunno. Thought you wouldnât like me.â
âWouldnât like you? Baby, why would I not like you?â
ââCause âm a dummy!â You whisper-yell at him as if he wasnât listening. âWas beinâ mean earlier and takinâ stuff and⌠just wasnât beinâ nice. And then I thought that you wouldnât like me if I⌠I dunno.â
âIf what?â
âIf there was like⌠a side oâ me you didnât really like. ânâ I scared you away⌠Donât wanna be a bother, yâknow?â
âYouâre not a bother, Baby.â Chenle presses a kiss to your temple. âYouâre my responsibility. I choose to do all these things. Youâre never a bother. Never ever. Even if you get sick or get kicked out of your house or⌠I donât know. No matter what, I choose to stay with you.â
âWhat if you choose to stop staying with me?â
âDid you kill someone?â
âNo?â
âThen I think we can work through it.â
You giggle and lean back into him. He says such silly things with such confidence that he almost makes you believe it. Maybe one day you will.
âOh shoot, your tea. Iâll be right back.â
The bed creaks under you as he gets up, the fireworks of overly-zealous celebrators with seemingly broken clocks lighting up his side profile pinks and purples through the window.
You stare at him and feel a warmth grow deep in your heart, an uncontrollable smile painted on your face. Chenle looks back at you with a confused smile, but you can see the same love in your heart in his eyes.
Yeah.
You also think that this is right. You donât know if itâs for forever yet, but you sure hope it will be. That this year and the next and all the years until youâre both stars in the sky you two will be together. The fireworks will light up your faces when youâre both wrinkly and gray, wearing the same dorky grins you wear tonight.
Youâre afraid, but you can feel that soon youâll introduce a new side of yourself to Chenle. As he gets in the bed with you, looking out the window of your bedroom with his arm around your waist, the anxiety is the tiniest bit smaller than it was this morning. Slowly but surely, you know in your heart the day when you can show your heart bare to him will come and youâre not afraid
Maybe youâre afraid now but you know itâs only a matter of time before you free fall into his arms without a second thought. It's inevitable, you smile to yourself.
a/n: STRESSING to post this before the new year lolz. also, i hope y'all know that reader was toned down SO much over the drafts. when i get overstimulated i start wanting ppl to die and it's never that serious...... i rly had to get rid of that quality when writing for reader LOLOLOL OK ENJOY REBLOG GIVE KUDOS ALL THAT STUFF THAT TUMBLR LIKES LOVE U ALL HOPE U HAVE THE BESTEST 2024
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đRewriting Destiny (teaser) đ
Member: Duke! Chan x reader
Word count: 813
Trigger warnings: ANGST, Death (FL), psychological, trauma, poisoning, parental neglect/abuse, arranged marriage, anxiety, Nobility, engagement at a young age, regression, murder, revenge, mentions of magic, PTSD, manipulation, regretful ML, Resentment, betrayal, classism, 17th century ideals, homophobia(mentions), SOME!historical accuracy, LOTS! of historical inaccuracies, BREAK UP!, grief, mourning, denial, failure to let go, etcâŚ
A/N: so I'm still transferring this story from my notebook onto tumblr but I wanted to get y'all excited for the new story so here is a little teaser of the story and don't worry its not too big of a spoiler đđ¤Ş
The family she had married into had lost use for her...
Y/Ns blood ran cold as she came to the realization. The move to the annex, the maids becoming more and more ruthless, and the lack of guards around her annex becoming more frequent. Her time is slowly coming to an end. She wondered if there was a point to all of this. Would there be a point in running? Her mother would hunt her down and skin her alive if she did. âDie a respected Dutchess rather than run and be a divorced beggarâ she could hear her mother say. Y/N watches as the blue clear sky fades into a bright purple and orange hue.
A knock on her door pulls her attention away from her thoughts. âYes?â She calls monotonously. âThe Duke is in the receiving room, My lady.â Area calls softly. Y/N's eyebrows furrow in confusion. âMy lady?â Area calls once again when she doesn't reply. âI-Im coming! I apologize, Aera.â Y/N replies as she shakily lifts herself from her seat. The whole walk to the receiving room Y/N worried.
Why was he here? He's never visited of his own accord. What could be happening? Would he cast her out himself? A petite hand grips her own pulling her out of her thoughts. Y/N stares at the owner, as Aera gives her a comforting smile. Y/N lets out a sigh, the butler pulls open the door. She hesitates for a moment, it had been a yearâone full year, since she had last seen her husband. A lot could change in a single year. She feared how her husband had changed; it was never good for her. She entered the room, her heart sank into her stomach. There he sat, at the head of the room. A flurry of maids standing about waiting on baited breath for his every command. His hair was no longer the clean-cut style but overgrown, sitting raggedly over his forehead and disheveled. Evidence of his bath dripping onto his loose black shirt. He sat a scowl on his plush lips as he sipped his tea. âTo what do I owe the honor, Your grace?â Y/N questioned monotonously. âShould I have a reason to visit my dear wife?â He states smugly as he places his tea on the table in front of him. âEspecially when I do not receive her greetings after a year-long monster-hunting expedition and come to discover she no longer lives in the same house as me?â Y/N stares at him in bewilderment and confusion. âYour grace?â She stammered âPlease, take a seatâ He gestured to the loveseat in front of him, his face no longer containing any emotion.
Y/N sits nervously as she begins to question her husband. âI apologize, but what do you mean? Iâve received your letter and followed your instructions.â Chan furrowed his eyebrows as his ears perked up âWhat letter?â Y/N's attention is pulled away from him by the slight clink of a teacup being placed on the table in front of her. Y/N's eyes remained focused on the maid for a moment, she couldn't quite put her finger on it but something feltâŚoff. âHave you gone deaf in the past 5 minutes?â Chan questions frustratedly. Y/N shakes her head taking hold of the teacup and taking a sip. âNo, I apologize. I've not been feeling well todayâ Y/N states calmly. Her throat begins to feel a small burning sensation. âWhat letter? When did you receive a letter from me?â Chan asks stoically. Y/N coughs slightly âMy apologies, I received your letter about one months time agoâ She takes another sip of tea trying to alleviate the growing discomfort. Chan stares at her with his eyebrows raised âAnd you are sure it was addressed from me?â her throat begins to burn incessantly. Her eyes widen as her mouth fills with a coppery tast as she coughs again.
âMy lady?!?!â Area exclaims worriedly âY/N?!â
Only then does Y/N make the connection. The maidâShe works in the main manor, and sheâs Kariâs personal maid. Y/N stares at the teacup in her hand, dropping it in a panic. Her eyes meet Chanâs for a moment. He sat stoically, but his eyes never once left her. Y/N rushes to her feet, reaching out for her personal maid âAera!â She calls. Her tone gurgles and hoarse as crimson cascades out of her mouth. Her legs give way beneath her as she feels arms around her. The room begins to grow blurry as she feels the life fading from her body.
NoâŚNo not yet, please God! Don't let me die! I didn't get awayâŚI-I was never happy please! She prays God please let me be happy. âIf I could do it all over againâŚId have never married you. My biggest regret was walking down that aisleâŚâ She croaks as everything fades to black.
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Tiny for today
Loki x little! reader
Warnings: age regression, little names like baby, tiny. Caregiver name like daddy, (i think thats honestly the only one)
Items like stuffies and paci, bottle. Reader regresses to newborn headspace
No weight, skin color, or gender mentioned.
Age regression is a coping mechanism if you dont like it please dont read it or educate yourself on the topic but please be respectful
Any hate will be deleted
Waking up doe eyed and deep in your headspace, loki knows immediately just from the glance you give him, turning the lights lower so not to hurt his sweet baby's eyes, he walks over, putting in full effort to keep a kind gentle demeanor, âgood morning my dovey, were tiny today arenât we?â He questions, knowing hes not going to get an answer.
âYes, I believe we are, which means itâs a daddy and baby day hm?â
He would be lying if he said this want one of his favorite types of regressions you do, he doesnât get to see his little one like this all that often, the sweet sparkly eyes are a given, those alone have him wrapped around your finger, hes at your beck and call or more so your babble and cry but right now the sweet gentle hold of your eyes to his approach, âyes, indeed, a divine rainy day for daddy and his little starâ he coos at you, running his supple hand over your cheek, cherishing every ounce of adoration his heart could feel in the wake of your smile.
A small tiny babble of pure love and wanting to feel him hold you, he took this with immediate understanding, as you move your arms somewhat aimlessly he helps loosens you from the blanket so you donât accidentally bend your arms or hands in a way that would strain or pull on them funny.
Lifting you into his arms, holding you chest to chest with him as he grabs a paci from the bedside table and your stuffy from the bed, he carries you to the living room a bounce in his step to soothe you and a hum in his chest, he knew you loved this he would make sure to have one of your hands above his chest so you could feel the vibrations of the sweet thrum of his voices resonation in his chest just for you.
Laying you gently on the couch he holds your stuffy above you to boop your nose with its nose, making kissy sounds as he taps the stuffys nose against your smiley cheeks and sweet delicate nose, he lays the stuffy atop your chest where your little hands could easily grasp it, he turns to move the coffee table to the side of the room, going into the closet, pulling out the padding mat your favorite blankie for when youâre tiny and a few other things, making a comfy little place on the floor for you, much safer than having you somewhere you could fall.
After transferring you to the little nest as he called it he gave you your paci turning on comforting calm music and going to the kitchen to make himself tea and you a warm bottle of milk, keeping his eyes on you as he does this.
When he returns to you he sets his tea aside wanting to make sure you got your bottle first since you couldnât quite tell him when you needed food or drink he wanted to make sure you werenât neglected in your needs, holding you gently in his arms making sure you were comfy in his arms before he goes to take your paci but you trill in soft baby giggles when you refuse to let him take it.
âOh silly baby, someoneâs being mischievous and its not me for once, can daddy take your paci? I have a bottle of warm yummy milk for my babyâ to which you allow him to take the paci cause I mean what little one would pass up a yummy bottle in the morning.
Hes full of adoration, especially when you suckle on the bottle so intently with half lidded eyes, like it took all of you to just do the small things and thatâs perfectly fine with him, its what hes here for, hes here to take care of his baby, hes honored that you trust him with you in such a vulnerable state.
After your bottle and all related in that he takes small comforting sips from his tea before pulling out one of his many books, it didnât matter what he read aloud so long as it was appropriate, his favorite writings were old poems of sweet rotations of love how it be that planets circle the sun in a dance that with their gravity pulls causing the star to dance from a tiny wobble. One hand holding the book and his other running through your hair, today was about his little one, making sure to keep you happy and calm, heâd plant every tree on earth in light of the sun and down of the rain if it meant he could see your smile everyday the way he sees it right now.
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I don't know if you've done this but could you do some HCs of Storm (X-Men she's apart of MU, but idk if she counts/you write about her) of her and her little on Halloween, like trick or treating or maybe watching spooky movies? I think it would be super cute :3 /nf sorry if this is a confusing request , if you take it, thank you in advance (Ęá´Ęâż)
â ď¸Flash Warning Below!â ď¸
Iâve never written for any of the x-men before but Iâm a big fan!!! I absolutely loved writing this and exploring the character of Storm! I hope you donât mind I went a little above and beyond and wrote some general Headcannons and then some Halloween ones at the end! I hope you enjoy!! Thank you for the request!đđđ
Caregiver! Storm HeadcannonsđŠď¸ (SFW)
Tags- Cuddles, hand holding, gender neutral, protective cg, mentions other xmen
General HeadcannonsđŠď¸
Storm meets you for the first time when youâre enrolled to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Once Professor X gets to meet with you and talk over your needs and such, he decides to make Storm your guardian and advisor, having a sneaking suspicion that you were going to need her.
Immediately sheâs warm and welcoming. She carries herself with a motherly touch and tenderness. Leading you around the school she either has a hand on your shoulder or a hand in your hand.
Extremely protective over you, even before she learns about your regression. She has you under her wing of protection at all times.
When she does learn about your regression, sheâs extremely open and willing to be there and care for you. She pampers you with anything and everything you could need and makes sure NO ONE teases you about it.
But most at the school seem very accepting of your age regression. Some even going out of their way to check in on you. Others who arenât donât dare say a word knowing Storm is your Caregiver.
Whenever sheâs on missions without you by her side, she constantly checks in with little texts here and there. She also tries to find a babysitter for you, someone in the mansion she feels comfortable leaving you.
That person turns out to be Logan most of the time. At first heâs all âtrying to act manlyâ but then after a mission Storm finds him with hair clips in his hair or ok the ground playing cars with you. Heâs truly a softie when it comes to age regressors. (Let me know if you guys want cg Wolverine headcannons)
Sheâs always looking to make happy. Like one sunny day you wished it was raining. Well thatâs an easy fix for her!
Thunderstorms relax you, always making you think of her.
Sometimes she takes you flying! Thereâs no greater feeling
She enjoys the small things too, like combing your hair, painting your nails, long walks or even helping you with your powers.
At the end of the day sheâs all for you, always a motherly and gentle Caregiver to you
Halloween headcannonsđ
Halloween rolls around and the mansion is decked out!!
She helps you pick out your costume but the thing isâŚyou want to be her! Sheâs honored to hear it and beams with happiness!
So of course her and Jean help you make a custom x-men suit!
She join you in her own costume, you looking like a mini version of herself.
ButâŚsheâs strict about how much candy got eat before the nights over. But Uncle Logan keeps slipping you pieces of candy here and there.
Since the mutants donât like to leave the mansion too much, you go trick or treating to everyoneâs rooms. You see Scott, Jean, Charles, Hank, Remy& Anna, and so many more all dropping candy into your bag.
Storm walks along side you as you go. Smiling back to you as you show her each piece of candy youâve gotten.
At the end of the night she becomes a bit lax and letâs you eat a couple of pieces from your bag while the two of you watch a fun Halloween movies like Hocus Pocus or Halloween town.
She also maybe sneaks a couple for herself.
The night ends with the two of you cuddle up together, sleeping peacefully on the couch as the end credits play on.
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Do you think any of the yellowjackets would age regress?
I was planning on making this aesthetic headcanon post with drawings and borders and stuff but Iâm EEPY so,, UGLY LOOKING HEADCANONS!!!!!!
LAURA LEE :3333 i headcanon her as a Flip. A voluntary regressor! I think Laura Lee would just be a little angel, such a sweet little one. Always sharing and being able to put up with the other,,, not so well behaved little ones. As a Caregiver I CANNOT get the idea out of my head that sheâs like a teacher. Giving the little ones lessons by the lake side, total Miss Honey from Matilda vibes⌠like teaching them their alphabets or their numbers with little songs đĽşđŤśđż
Lottie Matthews- Also a Flip, but with a caregiver lean. (In the wilderness sheâs forced into a leader/carer role. So sheâs definitely constantly taking care of all the littles). I think Lottie would be kind of independent when little, (involuntary.) maybe from ages 5 to 7, sheâd want to do things on her own but mostly want a caregiver for supervision. Lottie would be nonverbal when regressed since sheâs always had trouble communicating anyways. She likes to be praised for the little things, like pouring her own glass of milk and getting dressedâ she was just never given attention much as a kid so thatâd be nice for her.
Taissa: Regressor! I think itâs very much so involuntary and mostly to Middle space, she would have a lot of like tantrums and be generally pouty and mad. She probably wouldnât notice she was little until someone else pointed it out.
Natalie: Teen Regresssor! Bc of trauma. Nat probably regresses to the ages of like 12-14. I think for the most part she would like sucking on lollipops but I could 100% see her making a deco paci. sheâs usually rebellious when little, but itâs all in good fun, I could see maybe Lottie being her caregiver and Nat calling her âmomâ or âmaâ. But ALSO she may be a flip bc I love the idea of her being like a babysitter/big sister caregiver⌠sheâs so sweet Misty: Pet Regressor/Flip. Vibes only. She bites people. Sheâs a puppy, a little excited puppy. Like in the pilot when she got excited doing the âBUZZ BUZZ BUZZâ and also as an adult sheâs LITERALLY a caregiver so⌠Mistyâs a lot of fun but idk, I could see her not really being good at dealing with high emotion situations (Ie; tantrums or accidents). She could come on a bit hard and condescending.
Mari: Regressor! Older kid, maybe 7-10! Mariâs personality definitely stays the same. A little Asshole if you ask me. I think Lottie would be her main caregiver, her mommy. But since Lottie takes care of ALL the little ones, Mari may act out for attention. I think Mari gets REALLY focused on the crafts she does and may not always notice when she has to go, so sheâs padded. Sheâs super insecure abt her age regression bc of it. Javi Martinez: THATS A BABY. Iâm right. I always will be. Heâs semi verbal/nonverbal. he DEFINITELY clings to Shauna, that is his mama and Iâm correct (i always am). Like just just I love them. Heâs so sad and scared :c Shauna: Shaunaâs an honorable mention bc I see her mostly as a Trauma Caregiver, sheâs a mama to cope⌠but also Melanie Lynskey basically canonized Teen Regressor! adult Shauna soâŚ
look me dead in my eyes and tell me this isnât a mama and her little⌠HONORABLE MENTIONS: Fun dad/papa Jackie and strict mama Shauna, Big Brother CG Van, Playmate Crystal, Occasional Babysitter Akilah, Laura Lee giving Lottie one of those erasable magnet boards so she can write/draw to communicate, and ermmm thatâs it :3
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Summary: In which the straw-hats realize Zoro regresses before he realizes it himself
In honor of all the wonderful comments I have been getting, take the start of a little mini fic that I finally had inspiration to sit down and work on.
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Sanji was the one to start the conversation off. âSo, we all agree that something is up with Marimo right? Or am I actually losing my mind?â
âI donât know what Sanji means, Zoro seems fine to me?â
âNo one asked for your opinion Luffy, besides youâre as unobservant as a gnat!â Sanji snapped.
âI do agree that something is up with him cook-san.â
âOf course, you would notice, youâre always so attentive Robin-chan.â The cook swooned.
Nami gave the blonde a bonk on the head before the rest of the crew had to listen to more of his gushing. âSo, what is it then?â
âI have an idea.â Chopper pipes up. Heâs half hiding behind Franky as he speaks. âAge regressionâŚâ and he explains what heâs read in medical terms, the pieces starting to fall into place.
âI could find some more information on it, though Iâm-â the young doctor gets cut off.
âSo what if Zoro regresses? Weâll figure it out donât need a stupid book.â Luffy says.
âFine with you, you act like a child anyways.â Usopp shoots back, their captain only laughing. âSome of us might need a moment to process!â
The conversation ends, and while no one is completely sure whether their conclusion is correct. Zoro had never mentioned using age regression to cope.
However, the realization dawns on the straw-hat crew slowly over time just how right Chopper had been in suggesting the coping mechanism.
Too many things were clicking together, and just because Zoro never said anything well... It's fair to say that Usopp and Nami currently had a bet going on whether or not the swordsman himself had any clue as to what is happening with him.
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ANOTHER NIGHT
CG!Jack Twist x Little!Ennis Del Mar
AO3 LINK // BELOW THE CUT
Summary: Ever since the divorce, Ennis has had trouble keeping the nightmares away. The only thing that lulls him to sleep is hearing Jack's voice echo through the payphone walls.
Tags: Nighmares, long distance, phone calls, public regression, secret regression, baby regressor Ennis Del Mar, hurt/comfort, a LOT of crying, non verbal Ennis Del Mar
Word Count: 1354Â
Warnings: Nondescript mention of corpse// violence, Nonverbal Ennis Del Mar
A/N: I love them, your honor, I will happily be the first to write age regression Brokeback Mountain fanfiction
Jack Twist slept on the couch.Â
Lureen's chest fell heavy, and she took the quilt down. Jackâs baby blues analyzed her, and she curled up alone again as he posed himself against the arm of the couch. The only sound was the gentle roar of stale air and his expectations. This rendezvous reared its head fast after his averse companionâs divorceâ The stress of unnavigated loneliness was the perfect background for night terrors.Â
It was clockwork by now. Ennis fighting with the blanket, eyes hazy, rolling to fight the tears. Heâd stomp on his boots and grab his head for the principle of the thing; Ennis was much for routine. Heâd stalk the sidewalk, hugging the shabby bricks of closed stores, seeking out glass security. His beer-stained tank would scrunch up his body when he slumped down. His cowboy hat sheltered his waterworks from peeping eyes. Streaks of headlights passed him by, and he would scrunch closer into himself.
Ennisâs eyes squeezed, but every time he was sunk into darkness, he was assaulted with the memory of the slowly rotting corpse his dad showed off with a lingering joy. It was a tragedy only the damned mourned. Every night, he vividly saw Jack in the ditch, and every night, he felt compelled to call and check that he had safely returned home.
Ennisâs shaking hands would fumble with what little coin he held in his pajama pants. Franklin D. Rooseveltâs encrusted face peered at him, and he slammed it into the slot before he submitted to the shame. It jostled around the machine. A beep jumpstarted his heart. He had heard it so many times, the sound living in his dreams. The dial tone was quick to comfort. Muscle memory took hold but gave him more time to listen to the apprehension whispering to him.Â
The handset hugged his stubbled jawline. The waiting beep taunted him. His ankle wrapped over the other. The tip of his worn-out boot bounced in sync with the pulsing rhythm in his ears.Â
Click
âSame nightmare?â came from the other end of the receiver.Â
There was nothing but the sound of leather sliding up and down his messy blonde locks.
âYeah?â
The confirmation arrived with the same sound.
âYeah,â He repeated. âPoor lamb. It torments you like itâs their nine to five..â Jackâs head leaned forward, lips grazing the phone, and wishing, like always, it was Ennisâs. Ennis huffed through the line. Shivers rolled down the brunetteâs spine, the dim light of the room casting long shadows. If he closed his eyes for long enough, he could imagine his secret lover was next to him, the warmth of a shared bed enveloping them, with him snuggling into Jackâs side, breathing delicately.
The sentiment was not shared between the two boys. Right now, all Ennis needed was Jack to calm him down so he could return to the sanctuary of his run-down trailer home. Heâd forget the night prior. Heâd pretend the call logs didnât paint a desperate mischaracterization of him.
Jack mumbled, too tired to filter himself, âYou know how much these calls break me. I want to take care of you properly. I ainât a poet, but Goddamn it, I know how to tuck in a man.â
A choked whine twitched his lips into a frown.
âI know, Lamb. You miss me too.â Jack was well acquainted with Ennis going nonverbal. He didnât talk much when he was big; it was a different story when a trembling baby was behind his pupils.Â
Jack swirled the coiled cord around his index. He eyed the open door of his bedroom. âDada has been lonely without you. âMagine, how fast these night frights would disappear if I held you at night.â
He backtracked faster after a wail peaked the audio. Jack saw comfort in living together, and all Ennis could find was another body in a pit. Reassuring Ennis was like stalking a bunny in the woods; the most minor *crack* and he was back to chasing.
He let his aggravation fall before speaking again, âUs in the tent again⌠warm August airâŚâ He looked at the ceiling and sighed. âOnly us. Only Dada and his perfect lamb⌠in harmony with the world. Thatâd be nice, wouldnât it?â
Nothing, as if Ennis had stopped breathing altogether.Â
He brought himself to grin. âEven found this nice stuffed horse when shopping with my wife-â
The peace faltered fast with shaky sobs.Â
â-....With Lureen. It was brown with white spots. Next time I see you, Iâll give it to you.â
Jack looked out to the street. Ennis did the same. They were looking for each other through miles of streetlights and architecture. The wet flick of Jackâs tongue to his dry lips echoed through the phone booth. His head frantically swiveled. No one was out this late in a town this small, but Ennis was nothing if not paranoid. He couldnât understand how he ducked at the swing of doors, but Jack could ramble with his wife in the other room.
He thought Jack was foolish for being so persistent in his love for him.
âDa..da..?â He slammed his heel into the wall as the terror ran its course through his body. He felt disgusted but too needy to stop himself. His head hung low. Rivers of tears flowed past the plastic held to his face.
âYes, Lamb?â Jack was grinning. Getting Ennis to speak when regressed was a task. He worked himself up so much and couldnât push past even a murmur.Â
All Ennis wanted was Jack. He wanted him to know this. Jack caught on fast. He drummed his dull fingernails into the chunky cream phone.
âDada loves you, yâknow that. I enjoy these calls. I like hearing your voice every night.â
All Ennis could do was babble an agreement. âDo you think humming to you would help? âKnow thatâs what your mama used to do.â
Jack sprawled himself on the couch. He was exhausted, hardly hanging on to consciousness, but had his priorities on Ennis. Thatâs how it always went.Â
He didnât hear a response. He could sense it, though, so his lips pursed together and pushed out the notes to the melody Ennis graced him with on Brokeback. It wasnât a long segment. Hell, he got half of the notes wrong, but what mattered was the calming huffs from the other male keeping pace. Ennis yawned. He tried to distract from it with a whimper.
But Jack knew, âNow dada thinks you should *try* and get some sleep. Youâre so deprived of it; I can hear your eyebags hit the floor when you blink.â
The sweetest giggle fluttered Jackâs heart, leaving a remnant in his stomach. ââWant you to get real comfy. You still got that plushie I got you last time-â He snickered into his hand- âWhen you shooed me away âcuz of the girls?â He heard the ruffle of hair. He assumed the best, âGood. When you get back home, I want you to hold that. Hold it *reaaaaaaaal* close to your heart.â
Ennis whimpered. He was too scared to go back to sleep again, but Jack kept demanding it and making requests. He sucked at the joint of his pointer. It calmed him down, having something to mouth on. If Jack were here, heâd chew on his fingers instead.Â
â-Even get yourself some warm milk. Now Dada has to go. I loved talking to you again. Iâll stay by the phone, in case you need him. I canât abandon my sweetest lamb.â
Jack pressed his lips to the transmitter. He peppered it with kisses. The plastic, warm from his face, was nothing like the perfection of Ennisâs skin. Ennis cupped his mouth and turned his back to the road. He hunched forward like he was hiding something and returned the kisses. Ennis slammed the phone back onto the metal prods and walked back home. The shame followed close behind him. He hated that he required that comfort every night to slip into a dreamless ecstasy.Â
Jack fell asleep on the couch, like the countless nights before.
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I've been on edge about Milton for a while and only now do I have some semblance of calm and chill. With that in mind... self indulgence as a reward!!!!!
Regressor headcanons under the cut for LoA
Shepherd
⢠he is semi verbal in that headspace, and he tries to only ever regress when he's truly safe. It.... doesn't exactly work out too well, especially in Borovia
⢠his comfort item are his guns and also his poncho. The Doc also has many little toys and bits n bobs for him, but those are home in Rattlesnake
⢠Sarnax is the first to realize smth is Up. Aside from my personal hc about Tieflings (can explain more in another post if anyone is interested), lizardfolk have a sensitivity to things like pheromones and subtle scent changes. Sometimes Shep smells of brimstone, ash, and coffee - sometimes there's a milky, honeyed tinge. He doesn't know what to make of this initially beyond "hmm odd" but does become a bit more... attentive, if not protective. It's mixed results.
⢠meanwhile Victoria also notices small things in Sheoherd's behavior, mannerisms, etc. I think personally she's probably had some passing interest in psychology before dropping it for.... many reasons. But she notices some things and keeps a secret note of them. It's only months into the expedition that she notices a pattern and begins to suspect a form of regression.
⢠Professor Clayton is blissfully unaware, I won't lie. However once it does come up, while he doesn't understand, he DOES do his best to comprehend it. Initially it's out of concern for the expedition. Then it's out of care for his friends and companions. He oscillates between incredibly hands on and very avoidant. It takes a while for him to chill
⢠Kana does not understand but she claims she does not need to. She simply has to respect it, and she already adores Shepherd as a friend. She will protect him - heart and body alike.
⢠Shep meanwhile is WILDLY AGAINST THIS but he also... doesn't really have any options. The stress is building, he already slipped up once and he doesn't want to run the risk of slipping again with more dire results. So he is actively making efforts and is hating it all the while.
⢠once he's more comfortable, he's DEFINITELY got his favorites. Sarnax, of course is Simply The Best. The avatar of Garyx in his lantern is also very much beloved. The first time the other's each caught sight of Mini Garyx Grooming Shep resulted in a lot of cooing, heart skips and some very difficult-to-hide urges to SQUISH
⢠Kana doesn't think herself very interesting to children, but she has a soft spot for them - for Shepherd especially. They both have a similar enjoyment for more active activities. 12/10 playmate
⢠Victoria was incredibly hesitant at first, but she also may just be the best babysitter/big sister type of deal. Story time, games, listening to little info dumps, etc.
⢠Clayton was hesitant at first, then faaar too overbearing. Once he mellows out, he's good too for tiny tiefling duty. He also may or may not spoil Shep a little, and it's to mixed results.
⢠Sarnax is Shep's USUAL person. He doesn't actually need a caregiver, but sometimes the company is nice. They like to curl up together near fireplaces or the lantern, and Sarnax will tell him stories of Garyx and his own childhood tales.
⢠Shep doesn't have an age range - it fluctuates and the needs change on a case by case basis. He DOES wind up with a special lil friend å la the Order of the Silver Dragon ((It's a stuffed silver dragon, originally made for one of the knight's child. Shepherd calls him Auggie))
⢠He Will Nom Anything - if it can get in his mouth, it's gonna get bit. Many foes have learned this the hard way.
⢠nicknames for him include "little ember" (Sarnax), "dear" (Victoria), "big man/little one" (Clayton), and "little brother" (Kana). (((Honorable mention, the dragons involved call him little drake)))
#avantris agere#curse of strahdanya#silas shepherd morgan#legends of avantris#shameless self indulgence#Azran Expedition
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âYesâ âFluff, NSFW, Headcanons, Oneshots, etc. I can write angst, but I'm an escapist most of the time, so don't expect it too often/heavy. âI don't like writing in a first person perspective, so, you'll likely see a "Y/N" in 'x reader' content. If you specifically request a POV, I'll try my best, but I warn you it might suffer in quality. âMy 'x readers' will be blank slates physically unless stated otherwise. (Ex; black!reader, fat!reader, AMAB!reader, female!reader, etc etc.) Note; I tend to write fem!readers. Not for any particular reason aside from me liking women. Women are hot. âI'm fine writing most taboo topics, though subtext might change my want to write it. (Ex; I will write a character with a reference sexual assault if it's important to the story, such as trauma representation, I will not write the assault itself.) âExamples of taboo subjects could be murder, gore, PTSD, mental illness, age gaps(WITHIN REASON), forbidden romances, religious imagery, monster characters, & SFW age/pet regression. If you're unsure if what you want falls into the 'yes' category, just ask. â
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âNoâ âWhile I can maybe get behind consensual noncon or dubcon, I will never write a rape scene. Ever. If a sexual assault is important to a character's story, I'll imply or mention it, but you will not get me writing out the act. âIncest, Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Racism, & Beastiality have no place on my blog. âAge Play is a no. I'll do a corruption kink,I'll write a power play dynamic, I'll even do a daddy/mommy kink. You will not see me lewding things like coloring books and pacifiers. âCheating is also a no. The only loophole is if it's in the past or on an abusive partner. My reasoning? It makes me too sad. âNot really a hard no, just a preference; I don't write hinge poly relationships very well. Poly is perfectly fine, but unless they're all in love, it's a little uncomfortable for me. I won't outright turn it down, but I'll probably struggle on that kind of dynamic. âAny kink with body fluid that isn't saliva, blood, or jizz is a huge no.
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Hiiiii! What are your least favorite ships?
hi angel baby :) not sure if you mean of all time but gonna assume you mean gg since thatâs literally what my account has become (slutting out for jess).
THE WORST OF THE WORST GG SHIPS.
+ 1. rogan. this is definitely a controversial take, which is what iâve done for just about my whole life so iâm ready! logan and rory are probably the best and worst relationship in the show. it doesnât make any fucking sense, i know. they seemed the healthiest at times but in general iâve never been able to get behind them. even when wee 13 year old me watched it for the first time. logan brings out the worst in rory. he doesnât challenge her, he makes her feel like she needs to settle, and encourages her departure from yale. he just never understood her in my eyes. he never got the driven girl or respected her. they were turning into what rory never wanted to be. and oh yeah, loganâs a dick.
+ 2. paris/francie. who the fuck wrote that fan fiction? this is why i fear AO3. okay but the tension was there, the competitiveness was there. i digress, PARISANDFRANCIE4LIFE.
+ 3. balcony buddies. JUST BECAUSE YOU PROCREATE WITH SOMEONE DOES NOT MEAN YOU NEED TO BE WITH THEM. lorelaiâs age regressed ass needed to stop going back to her first fuck. and thatâs the truth. side note: christopher only playing daddy when he wanted to go back to lorelai??? how did they never comprehend that???
+ 4. rory/dean. do rory and dean not have a ship name? why could i not think of anything? anyways, the only reason i didnât rant about my amish haircuted boy first is because as BAD as it was, it was kind of sweet in the beginning. as the number one dean hater, i hate saying this. dean was the WORST. and anyone who supports a man who cheats on his wife and gets mad at her, can unkindly leave my class. the door is open bitch! butttt before the donna reed, before the **madness**, they were kind of sweet. for like maybe two episodes. he was a cute first crush that brought out something other than academics for her. but if they wouldnât have gotten back together the first time (or the second time) i might genuinely enjoy their innocent first relationship.
+ 5. max/lorelai. um. the man proposed mid argument a couple months into their relationship. not sure what else to say except he and lorelai just didnât fit. you knew they werenât going to last. there wasnât one scene they had where i was sure of it my first time watching. maybe they couldâve much later on if lorelai had matured (which obviously she didnât, thanks ASP).
~ honorable mentions! ~
+ jess & shane - i doubt she even knew his last name. thereâs literally nothing to say except why?
+ paris & prof. fleming - yuck.
+ luke & nicole - WHY. THE. FUCK.
+ luke & rachel - the lack of chemistry is astounding. jess had more chemistry with that apple in his magic trick. rachel and lorelai however? ;)
+ dean & jess - STOP READING LARRY FANFICS AND GO TO BED!
#this is MY opinion#gilmore girls#gilmore girls blurb#gilmore girls asks#teddypickerry#jess mariano#rory gilmore#lorelai gilmore#logan huntzberger hate club#dean forester hate club#welcome to the class#gilmore girls rants#girlblogging
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âThis blog probably isn't safe for people with easily influenced delusions as I'm gonna be frequently talking about my own. Blacklist #delusion details and/or #posic to avoid it
He/they?, agender bisexual, 4 in dog years (28)
Fictive host of a polyfragmented system. Our active roster is pretty small and I'm the only one who fronts frequently, so who knows if anyone else will post here. I hope to post a lot about my experiences with object sentience as well as other mental health stuff, either to vent, as discourse/discussion, or just sharing experiences
TL;DR - ASD, PTSD, DID, Schizophrenia, a whole host of personality disorders, and POSIC tendencies. Safe for all systems, no DNI, I block liberally.
Extended about me and the blog under the cut
We collectively experience object sentience. They don't usually communicate with us, but we see most soft toys specifically as having personalities and sometimes names or lore. A big reason for this is that we're both autistic and schizophrenic. I personally experience it the most vividly, having delusions about our main companions being genuinely alive, as well as them communicating to me via empathetic connection and thought insertion/telepathy.
Companions:
Neptune (she/it) - medium jellycat onyx dragon, my main companion and biggest source of delusion
Puppy (he) - childhood stuffie
Melrose (she) - keychain jellycat lavender dragon - stasis
Bailey (she/he/they) - BAB wolf pup, plural puppy
Banana (???) - medium jellycat snow dragon
Not companions but honorable mentions: Eli, Winrey, Gleegle, HAL (ex-companion), Peanut, Angel
I also am plushum/objectum, but specifically for personal objects. I'm a psychological canine therian and I'm trying to make it more of my daily life so I'll probably post about that too. I also, separately from the rest of the system, have Avoidant Personality Disorder.
We also experience age regression as like, a disordered medical thing. It isn't always a bad time, but it is usually involuntary and we're prone to getting triggered during it. We prefer the "anti-abdl/sfwkink/ddlg" type of regressor do not interact with us. We're very sex-positive.
Tags:
#posic
#schizophrenia
#therian
#autism
#plural
#avpd
#Ft X (ie neptune, melrose)
#delusion details
#post
#rb
#post#pinned#actually autistic#actually schizophrenic#schizophrenia#asd#autism#did community#plural#pluralgang#endo safe#avpd#actually avpd#posic community#posic#objectum#dcs#delusional companion syndrome
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Show me first what comfort is... (YunGiSeongJoong)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NyRdklG by tigerrush Hongjoong was feeling weird, stressed and at edge, and feeling like that made him feel a fourth thing: sensitive. It was getting to him, it all was too much and he was scared of asking anyone for help, even his three boyfriends. Or Hongjoong involuntarily regresses in front of everyone but his sweet boyfriends are there for him, and for everyone else that needs it. Words: 3830, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ) Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho/Park Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa/Song Mingi, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong/Song Mingi, Jeong Yunho/Kim Hongjoong Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, they are in love your honor, little!Hongjoong, Age Regression Caregiver Park Seonghwa, Age Regression Caregiver Jung Yunho, Age Regression Caregiver Song Mingi, Cg!Seonghwa, Cg!Yunho, Cg!Mingi, Overstimulation, Noise Sensitivity, involuntary slip, hongjoong is stressed and overwhelmed, little sh but varely mentioned, senghwa is stressed, everyone loves tiny joong, bad beginning good ending, sweethart yungi, sippy cups, and toothless, Non-Sexual Age Play read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NyRdklG
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