#little pix

[theconstellationprincess]

Some self indulgence

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“Pix?” He heard the voice, but was too involved with his panicked escaped to decipher who it belonged too. He darted into a room, silently shutting the door behind him, and darted the nearest surface - a bed - and covered his mouth.

“Pix?” It was Fwhips voice, he must have already been found. He laughs too much to be a good hider, but he’s a really good seeker. He heard foot steps approach, and then pass the door to the room he was hidden in. The game had been Joel’s idea, the Mezalean palace was very large, and several of the regressor’s on the server needed the break.

Pix didn’t include himself in that, he doesn’t really take breaks, not real ones anyways. And he wasn’t regressed. Well, not fully. He was in an in-between space, not quite regressed but he was too… vulnerable to be his emperor self.

It was dark under the bed.

He heard more footsteps pass his door, back and forth. He was starting to get tired, the floor was pleasantly cool and the darkness wasn’t helping any. He quietly crawled out of his hiding spot and swiped a pillow and throw blanket from the bed he was under. He shuffled back under, getting himself settled. A nap never hurt anyone.

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Pix woke up to frantic noises outside the door. His name was being shouted. He whined at the noise, he had been having a very nice dream about being a bee. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes, pulling down the sleeves of his jacket so that they covered his hands more. He wanted his bigger one.

He squirmed out of his hiding spot, returning the pillow and blanket to their proper place, and left the room. He didn’t really care about hide and seek anymore, he wanted his bigger jacket, a pacifier, and to go back to sleep. He almost ran into Sausage leaving the room. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“Hi Sausage,” Pix said quietly, running at his eyes again.

“I found him!” Sausage cried out, “Where you in there the whole time?!” He asked Pix, looking over him carefully.

“Hidin’,” Pix mumbled, “Took a nap.” As if to prove his point, he yawned. Sausage gave a slightly crazy laugh and hugged him, Pix left himself be moved without protest.

“We couldn’t find you,” Sausage told him, slightly maniacal.

“Oh,” Pix said blankly, he squinted at Sausage. “Sorry?” He tried, words were being tricky for him right now. He wanted a pacifier so he’d have an excuse not to talk.

Sausage laughed again, but it was more fond exasperation than anything else. “It’s okay, Pixie, are you still tired?”

Pix blushed a little at the nickname but nodded, “Paci an’ nap?” He asked shyly, tilting his head. Sausage gave him a soft smile.

“Of course.”

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Hope you enjoyed! I might add more to this layer but I’m going to bed now!

[cassiexjunex]

Do shy girls look good in lace? 😅

[pixlokita]

(｀ω´)👌

[xkaru-karux]

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pearlo joined fantasy smp and is an arachnea

she’s a little spooky and bloody, possibly venomous, but hey! she a cutie!

[bigfootbaddie]

Soles of the day. ❤️

[petit-papillion]

Leo already running circles around Charles

Literally the size of Charles's shoe...

Miami Beach | 30 April 2024

📷 leclerc-photos

[sopuu]

the besties r hangin out

[fexalted]

good omens + text posts (part 8)

featuring: posts that look like they're connected but aren't

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober day 6: alternative prompt: Shaking

Little Pixlriffs, Little Fwhip, and caregiver MythicalSausage

Summary: A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark.. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor

Inspired by @little-froglight hcs!

A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark. Perhaps that could be inferred from the whole candle theme he had going on, but many don’t consider that at all. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor.

Pixlriffs was always a caregiver, he was always there to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed, regressor or not. He was always available, always willing, to help anyone. He took pride in that fact, and that pride did not play well with his regression. It was very rare that he regressed, not for lack of wanting, but out of fear that someone would need him. Most of the time his regression was involuntary, and triggered by fear, or stress, and then he ended up just panicking until he felt normal again.

Tonight, he had travelled to Fwhips for the two of them to discuss trading, and they were planning on heading to a feast hosted by Mezalea the next day together, so Pixl was staying the night. The discussions went well, and they were having a late dinner when a loud slam startled the both of them. One of the windows in the room had opened by itself, strong wind blowing through and, to Pix’s displeasure, extinguishing the candles in the room.

The room went dark, not even illuminated by the moon for it had been blocked out by the thick clouds covering the sky. He looked towards Fwhip, trying to quell his panic that threatened to pull him into headspace. He needed to be big for Fwhip. He looked towards where Fwhip had been just moments before, only to be met with empty air. He blinked, but looked underneath the table instead, finding his friend curled up, clearly upset.

Pix crawled under the table, sitting next to him. It was still far too dark in the room and he was struggling to keep himself fully in caregiver mode. He pulled out a candle (he always had some on him) and lit it, setting it between them. The wind from the still open window wouldn’t be able to reach under the table. It helped him relax, but Fwhip seemed just as tense.

“Fwhip, how old are you right now?” Pix asked gently, putting in far too much effort into making his voice sound as it normally would. No tripping over his words. Fwhip shook his head in response. Pix had never seen Fwhip properly distressed when small before, and was getting properly worried. He needed Sausage, he was Fwhips primary caregiver.

Pix pulled out his communicator, sending a message to Sausage and praying the man wasn’t already sleeping, as it was quite late. Sausage replied that he was on his way, and Pix relaxed slightly. A boom of thunder sounded outside and that relief was immediately replaced with stress. Pix squeezed his eyes shut, holding back scared tears, and trying not to slip before Sausage arrived. He opened his eyes when he felt a weight on his shoulder, looking at Fwhip who had placed his head on his shoulder. Pix took a few stuttering breaths and pet Fwhips hair.

Another boom of thunder, Pix whimpered, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Tears pooled in his eyes but he squeezed them shut again to prevent any from escaping. The candle wasn’t the best light source, but it was preventing him from fully slipping, which was great. Fwhip took one of his hands and squeezed it tightly, and Pix squeezed back.

Sausage finally arrived, opening the door gently, immediately spying the both of them curled up under the table. He quickly shut the open window and kneeled in front of them both.

“I seem to have 2 little boys, hmm?” Sausage commented, mostly to himself.

“I’m not little, Sausage.” Pix said, titling his head when Sausage gave him an incredulous look. I messaged you for Fwhip, not me.” At the sound of his name, Fwhip pulled his head off of Pix’s shoulder, reaching towards Sausage as soon as he spotted him. Fwhip seemed a lot younger than he normally was, even when regressed. Sausage grabbed Fwhip, picking him up easily and holding him close. Pix told himself he wasn’t jealous.

Another boom of thunder, and all of Pix’s reservations went out the window. Now that there was a caregiver with Fwhip, he no longer had an immediate reason to not be small, something his brain took advantage of. A few tears dripped down Pix’s face which he quickly wiped away, but not before Sausage saw them.

“Pix, bubs, you can be little. You’re shaking, bubby.” Pix shook his head, he wasn’t supposed to be small. But he was. He could pull himself out of headspace, but each boom of thunder sent him deeper and deeper down, and his fear all came spilling out in the form of sobs that made his whole body shake. He reached for Sausage, desperately searching for comfort. Sausage put Fwhip, who was calmed down, onto one of the chairs and picked him up. Being picked up made Pix feel like he was physically sinking deeper into his regression.

He sobbed into Sausage's shoulder, slowly calming down even as the thunder continued outside, as Sausage rubbed his back and mumbled comforting words. At some point, Sausage took both of them out of the room, carrying Pix and holding Fwhips hand as he took them into Fwhip’s bedroom. He placed down an extra bed for Pix, who had stopped crying, and tucked both of them into bed.

Pix watched as Sausage first attended to Fwhip, getting him settled and giving him a teether and a stuffed animal. Fwhip was quick to fall asleep, and then Sausage turned towards him. Pix shrunk back, afraid. He hadn’t meant to regress, or soak Sausage’s shirt with his tears. But to his surprise, Sausage instead offered him a pacifier, which he accepted silently, and a stuffed animal. Pix was confused, but felt warm, and to his absolute wonder, cared for.

Pix drifted off to sleep listening to the quiet, slow breathing of Fwhip, and the sounds of Sausage getting ready to sleep.

[macaronichewtoyz]

Kid Pix 4d Angie

[pixlokita]

Testing out animation programs and being silly👌

[patroclusbro]

Rogue (Doctor Who, 2024) + Text Posts (1/?)

The Balcony Scene

Bonus:

[valycandy]

Available for customs😍😍😍

[chocolatechipkraken]

Done in Kid Pix

[atthebell]

bi flag colorpicked from this screenshot of cellbit playing ultrakill

[retroautomaton]

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