#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!

[pixlokita]

(｀ω´)👌

[cassiexjunex]

Do shy girls look good in lace? 😅

[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!

[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

[macaronichewtoyz]

Kid Pix 4d Angie

[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.

[chocolatechipkraken]

Done in Kid Pix

[retroautomaton]

🍽️🥤🍟

[saym0-0]

thinking about a wider-mcyt like. death network. like their are several reapers/gods that all watch over/take care of different aspects of death. kristin is in charge of permadeaths (hardcore/limited lives servers), zed(eath) is in charge of like. a few respawnable worlds- not all of them because i imagine with there being so many more of them and them each having so many more deaths its a big responsibility. pix works part time with just the one world (empires). i don't actually watch that many smps and it seems a common enough trope so if theres anyone else from another smp that would fit feel free to add on :D

they're all coworkers.

[patroclusbro]

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

The Balcony Scene

Bonus:

[moscovium291]

yknow they say stripes are supposed to be slimming but i dunno... i think they might make us look even wider 😋 (she/her)

[theconstellationprincess]

House and Home

Chapter 6: Sting

TW: Non-graphic injury description, let me know if I need to add any!

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Pix hummed as he drank his coffee. He had taken it onto the porch, watching as the sun made is ascent over the hills surrounding their hidden house. He contemplated the events of the past few days, truly so much had happened in such a short period of time. He jumped and dropped his coffee as someone grabbed his shoulders suddenly.

"Fwhip!" Pix gasped, clutching at his heart as he turned around to face his friend. "You gave me a heart attack." Fwhip chuckled, looking at the puddle of coffee slowly absorbing into the deck and the shards of ceramic.

"Sorry," Fwhip apologised, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't mean to scare you- Well I did, but not that bad." Pix gave a fond sigh and shook his head.

"It's fine, just don't tell the others okay?" They both laughed and Pix crouched down to start collecting the remains of the coffee mug. He'd have to let Katherine know it had broken, but he would force Fwhip to come along with him for that. He hissed as his focus slipped and one of the glass shards pierced his palm, dragging down as he dropped it suddenly.

"Are you okay?" Fwhip asked, gently grabbing Pix's hand and pulling it towards his face. He wiped at the cut with his sleeve, frowning curiously at it. "It's pretty long, but it doesn't look too deep." Pix nodded, feeling light headed. He was not the biggest fan of blood, his or not. Fwhip let go of his hand and Pix stood up, staring at the cut with a frown. It didn't hurt, really, but it stung and he'd had a rough couple of days, or that was what he told himself when he found his eyes welling up with tears.

He quickly wiped at his eyes, but Fwhip caught notice, and gave him a curious look. "You alright, buddy?"

Ah. Oh. Pix inhaled shakily, shoving down the pesky small feelings that threatened to overtake his brain. Pet names, he wasn't used to hearing them so casually and they made his head go fuzzy. "Fine," Pix replied squeakily. He cleared his throat, "I'm good, Fwhip, honestly. I just need to disinfect this and get it wrapped up." Even the thought of it, having to rinse the cut and seeing the blood was enough to send his hands shaking, or was that the anxiety about Fwhip knowing his secret?

"Come on, I'll help you. It's my fault after all." Pix shot his eyes towards his friend, searching for he doesn't know what in his gaze, but there was nothing but kindness. Pix swallowed, but nodded. He tossed on a smirk, playfully complaining that of course Fwhip had to help, he had caused so much damage that honestly, he should do whatever Pix says until the end of time.

-

They made their way inside, almost no one else was awake yet so it was a short, unobstructed walk to the bathroom. Fwhip patted the counter a few times, giving a Pix a look he couldn't decipher before ducking into the cabinets under the sink to search for the first aid kit.

After a moment of hesitation, Pix jumped up onto the counter, inhaling and exhaling sharply when he accidentally looked at his hand again. It was still bleeding, but not as much. Fwhip popped back up, holding the kit. He gave Pix a small smile as he opened it up and pulled a few things out.

"I'm going to rinse it with water from the sink first, and then disinfect it, before bandaging it. Does that sound okay?" Fwhip asked gently, reaching towards his hand. Pix thrust the offending appendage towards him, breathing shakily as he nodded.

Fwhip narrated what he was doing in a soft voice, telling Pix what to expect. He murmured soft words as he disinfected it, apologising soothingly and stroking the top of Pix's hand with his thumb. Katherine had apparently expected some injuries, because there were several types of bandages with different designs. Fwhip let him pick, and praised his choice of a steampunk design, making Pix blush. He swung his legs as Fwhip taped the bandage onto his hand, and couldn't help but laugh when he pressed a gentle kiss to the bandage.

"All better," Fwhip told him with a soft smile, Pix beamed back.

"All better," He parroted, legs still swinging off the bathroom counter. Somewhere, in the back of his head, alarm bells were going off and his brain was shouting at him to stop and think and act his age, but Fwhip was offering him a hand off the counter and Pix was taking it and not letting go, even once his feet were back on the floor.

Noise sounded from the hallway outside, and the fragile sense of peace was instantly shattered. Pix released Fwhip's hand like it had burned him, and gripped his wrist with his other hand so he didn't reach back out. "Thank you, really," Pix said, trying to keep his sudden panic out of his voice, "I need to, um, write a letter. To my advisers. You know how it is," Pix laughed, a touch hysterically, and darted out of the bathroom and back to his room, leaning against the door once it had been pulled shut behind him.

His heart was pounding in his ears as he realised what had just happened. What he had done. He needed to calm down, he knew that, but it was hard when he was staring at the bandage on his hand with a cog pattern, the bandage that had been softly placed on a cut by gentle hands with soft words because he had regressed in front of Fwhip again-

There was a knock on his door, jolting him out of his thoughts. "Pix, can we talk about this?" Fwhip asked through the door, he was being quiet, which was good, but he wanted to chat, which was... less good.

Pix inhaled and exhaled slowly a few times, and wiped his face clean of tears. He opened the door, plastering on a fake smile as he allowed Fwhip to enter. He closed the door softly, and had to stop himself from immediately bursting into tears when he turned to face Fwhip and his face was so soft and welcoming and-

"Can I hug you?" Fwhip asked, and Pix was nodding before he could stop himself, and then he was being hugged and crying into Fwhip's shoulder because Fwhip knew and no one was supposed to know- and Pix really shouldn't be regressed right now because it was almost time for the morning activity Katherine had planned- "Shh, " Fwhip shushed quietly, "I can hear you thinking."

"Sorry," Pix said, wincing as his voice came out high pitched and wobbly. "Sorry," He said again, but his voice did not change. "I'm sorry I'm sorry 'm sorry-" he repeated, muffling his voice into Fwhip's shoulder. Fwhip rubbed his back, shushing his muffled apologies.

"Oh Pix, you have nothing to be sorry for," Fwhip soothed, "It's okay to be small." Pix whimpered, but stopped apologising, standing wrapped in Fwhip's arms as he slowly calmed down. Eventually, he pulled away and Fwhip let go easily, looking at him with worry.

Pix blinked at him, fiddling with the edges of his jacket. He looked towards the closet, he had brought his larger sized one along with him. He wanted it. Fwhip was looking at his expectantly, and Pix blinked. He missed what was said, but before he could panic, Fwhip asked the question again.

"Can you tell me how old you are?" Pix shrugged, holding up 1 then 2 fingers. He was small enough that he was okay with being small, a rare occurrence. "Ah, we have a baby Pix do we?" Fwhip teased gently, "Where's your blanket bud?" Fwhip asked, and Pix froze, looking at his bed which was quite evidently missing the large duvet.

"Dunno," Pix said, which was true. He didn't know where it had ended up after dropping it down the laundry chute. Fwhip gave him a look, but Pix ignored it in favour of grabbing the little box from its hiding space and pulling out his pacifier to shove in his mouth. It was instantaneous, the relief it gave him. Ignoring the lack of a blanket, Pix flopped onto his bed with a soft sigh, staring at Fwhip with slightly wet eyes until he came over and sat next to him. Fwhip rubbed his back and told him a story, something nonsensical that Pix couldn't follow but just the sound of his voice was nice.

He could see why some people liked having a caregiver.

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They sat like that for a while, Pix falling deeper into his regression as the minutes ticked by. He felt so safe here, laying next to Fwhip, so it didn't bother him much when there was a soft knock on his door, though he did turn his face to hide in Fwhip's side when the door opened.

He listened, not really processing, as Fwhip chatted with the person. The hand on his back stilled, but quickly started when he whined quietly. Fwhip and the other person laughed. Pix knew that laugh! He pulled his face from its hiding space and looked towards Joel with sleepy eyes.

"Hi Pix," Joel greeted, a bit awkwardly. Pix squirmed out of Fwhips side and shuffled over to the end of the bed, making grabby hands at Joel, who obliged and came over. Pix grabbed his hand and pulled him, making Joel stumble. Fwhip laughed as Pix continued to tug on Joel until he was laying between him and Fwhip.

"I was sent up here to get you, not join in." Joel told Fwhip, fondly exasperated as Pix fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "I didn't know he regressed," Joel continued, much quieter. Fwhip sighed.

"I've known for a little while, but I've never taken care of him. He's scared, I think." Joel furrowed his brow a bit, confused.

"What's he scared of?" He asked, looking at Pix, who had moved on from the buttons to the fabric itself, poking at it curiously. "Most of us regress, no one's gonna judge 'im for it." Fwhip sighed again, it was a sad sound.

"Pixandria isn't as... accepting of age regression as the other empires." Fwhip explains quietly, watching Pix with a sad look. "It's something Pix is trying to undo, but it's been difficult. His advisers are... not the best."

Joel made a sympathetic sound, looking at Pix with a new understanding. He couldn't count how many times Pix had looked after him, or helped him look after Jimmy or Lizzie or both of them, so he was glad for a chance to repay at least some of that.

Footsteps sounded from outside the still open door, and the three of them looked up to see Scott standing there. He looked at Fwhip, then Joel, before his eyes settled on Pix and an understanding look washed over his face. He gave them a gentle smile.

"Katherine wants to start the activity now." Scott told them, "We're discussing secrets, I think. How old is he?'

"Baby," Fwhip and Joel said at the same time, both laughing slightly as they looked at each other. Scott nodded, a contemplative look on his face.

"Katherine isn't going to let all of you sit out, so we can bring him downstairs to keep an eye on him while everyone else does the activity?" Joel suggested, and Fwhip and Scott agreed.

Pix didn't seem to mind Joel or Scott being here, in fact he'd seemed rather ecstatic about Joel's presence, so surely he wouldn't mind paying everyone else a visit?

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Hope you enjoyed! @little-froglight

Sorry for the time between updates, I've been really sick :(( but doing better now!

[pixlokita]

Testing out animation programs and being silly👌