#little space Wednesday

[caitlynskitten]

I love the idea of Little Wends hugging her Xeno plushie happily while watching Alien

Little Wiwi just hugging this little guy for safety and reassurance 🥺

@rachelsfav-queer poor little raven is replaced by an ugly alien toy 😭

[star-stages]

Finished version of my last sketch

The brothers are closer to the stars ✨🌌🎈

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Xavier Thorpe x Little! Reader: Visions of Little You

Requested: Xavier has a dream about the reader being little, now he’s testing the water.

She/Her/Hers

w/c: 2416

Xavier had visions in his sleep a lot. It could be when someone was gonna fall, the monster that was in the forest by the school, or just random moments from people. Most of the time, he did not mean to pry into peoples personal lives, honestly, he had a hard time controlling it. However, sometimes he was able to focus on one person or searching for one moment in the future. It was rare for him to succeed, however, sometimes he would spend the night seeing the person he cares for most in the world. 

Xavier was having a rough day, he longed for nothing more than to care for a little one. To have someone need him. He tried to distract himself, however, his mind kept wondering back to what he yearned for. With a huff, Xavier decided to just take a nap, and when he woke up go to dinner with his friends. Today he focused on her, on his (Y/N). 

(Y/N) was the girl he was in love with, his best friend, they toed the line between partners and bestfriends. She was so small, or perhaps it just seemed like it due to the fact he grew over the summer. He liked to imagine one day being able to take care of her, have her cling to him all the time and not just when she was worried about getting lost or nervous about new surroundings. 

Xavier lied flat on his back, closing his eyes and focussing on his girl. Visuallizing how she looked in class, the smell of her shampoo and the sound of her laugh. Soon, he was a sleep and in his vision world. He was standing in (Y/N)’s room, he was near the front door. The room was empty, but the water in the bathroom was running. She had to be showering. 

Xavier wandered around her room looking at pictures, snooping ever so slightly. He looked in the drawers where she kept her snacks and movies primarily, maybe he could surprise her with something she was low on. Soon the bathroom door swung open and (Y/N) came out wearing a pretty little pink skirt (or overalls) and one of his off-white sweaters, it was probably left behind last time he was over watching a movie. He smiled at the sight of her trying to pull up her knee high socks. 

The laughter stopped after she had the pair completely on. (Y/N) quickly bent down under her bed and grabbed an old shoe box. The box was thrown onto her bed, she quickly followed, throwing herself onto the bed that was a little too high off the ground for Xavier’s comfort. He kept telling her that it should be lowered but she kept saying she wanted to make a little cave under her bed, although she still hasn’t.  

Xavier was quickly ripped out of his train of thought at the sight of (Y/N) pulling out a pacifier. He wasn’t shocked, honestly, he saw the signs but assumed he read to far into them. But there she was regressing, by herself. He wanted to stroke her hair and put on cartoons for her or even ask to colour pictures together. Maybe at dinner, she would let him help her eat, or serve her food, or maybe carry her tray. 

The wishes from before came to life with a fury, now aware there was a chance for him to actually care for her the way he hoped he could. He sat on her bed aware she couldn’t hear, see or feel him, he rubbed her back the best he could without being able to actually touch her. Xavier glanced at the clock, excited to end his vision/astoprojecting journey and experience the real world. Dinner would be in 45 minutes, he had to leave and wake up.

Xavier shot up from his bed, tumbling off his bed in a rush to get to the shower and get into his casual clothes. He only paused to text (Y/N) that dinner would be soon and that he would be at her dorm to walk her to dinner. He was met with an “mmmkay”, this was how she relied on days off, now it made sense. She replied like that while regressed.

Xavier must have set a record while getting ready, as he was done in lightening speed. He was stood out side of (Y/N)’s door, knocking lightly as to not spook them. There was rusttling and the sound of stuff being thrown around, she must be hiding her regression stuff.

The door slowly cracked open, to expose a doe-eyed (Y/N). She had wide eyes, and slightly chapped lips. Her voice was small and slightly whiny, “What are you doing here?”

“Here to pick my favorite person up for dinner, bet you must be super hungry.” Xavier said with a reassuring smile. 

“Oh,” She sounded like she had just remember, “i gotta get ready…”

She left the door open as she walked back into the room moving to slide her feet into her shoes, and grab her phone. Xavier closed the door as he entered, “Xavi, can’t find my chapstick.”

He turned to see his best friend with misty eyes, obviously on the cusp of slipping or having a melt down. She probably felt bad for holding him up. “That’s okay, I have one for you. How about we tie your shoes and get your belly full?”

With a nod, (Y/N) started to fumble with her laces. She was closer to slipping back into littlespace than her thought. He quickly swooped in when she started to become more frantic. “It’s okay. Here is the tree and here is the bunny. The bunny runs around the tree and dives into its home.”

The second shoe was quick work, he stopped at the end to ask if she still was up for dinner. She said yes, so they began the walk. They walked hand-in-hand, and xavier put her phone in his pocket, as her pants did not have pockets.

“I MISSED YOU SO MUCH” Enid screamed throwing herself at the two as if she didn’t see them in class a few hours ago.

“You are suffocating them.” Wednesday said blandly from behind her ‘roommate’, like anyone believed they were just roommates. “I thought I was the one that had those tendencies.”

“We missed you too, Enid.” Xavier said as Enid disentangled herself from the pair. (Y/N) began to shrink into his side at the spontaneous stimulation and loud noises. Xavier squeezed her hand to try to soothe her.

“Can we get some food now? I am starving!” Ajax said, Xavier and him had the same terrible day.

They all began walking in, grabbing their trays. Xavier grabbed 2, passing one to (Y/N). She carried it just fine until food started being placed on it, then she started to struggle with keeping in level and holding up the weight of it. Luckily, most of the food service had a counter infront to rest your trey in. At the end, Xavier came up with an idea to help her.

“Hey, could you fill up out glasses, I’ll carry our trays over to our seats. I hate having to balance the water on the trays!” Xavier said, trying to act normal, however his voice still remained overly gentle with her. She nodded, not noticing what he did. 

Xavier was quick to pick up both trays with ease, carrying them to the table. Xavier stayed standing to watch (Y/N) filling the drinks up clumsily. She started carrying them slowly but carefully, searching the room for her group. A haphazard smile formed on her face when she spotted them.

As she wobbled her way over some of the drink spilled over the side of the cup but she didn’t notice. She was focus on getting back to the table. Once there the glasses were placed down and she was offered some handsanitizer to hopefully stop her from getting sticky hands. 

“So how was everyones day?” Enid asked once they were all sat.

A corus of ‘ehhhh’s filled the table. Soon separate conversation began, wednesday was listening to a play-by-play of enids entire again most likely for the second time today. Ajax leaned over to Xavier, “Yo, is (Y/N) okay?”

Xavier looked over at (Y/N), she was pushing the food around her plate. Her grip on the fork was like a toddler gripping a crayon. The food needed to be cut, she obviously was unable to do so by herself. “Oh, she just had a rough day and is tired, don’t worry!”

Xavier pulled back from Ajax and leaned towards (Y/N) again. “Hey, need some help? The meat is a little tough to cut, can I do that for you?”

“Yesh, please” She said quietly, looking up at him with a small glimpse of nervousness that he was catching onto her. However, he said nothing more as he pulled her plate over, using his fork and knife to cut her food into small bite size pieces. He pushed it back infront of her. She began to eat clumsily, trying her best to scoop or stab at her food.

The meal went quickly, Enid and Wednesday were the first to leave, as Wednesday had to go do her hour of writing. Ajax lingered chatting with Xavier and at (Y/N). However, soon he wondered off to talk to other friends. 

“Hey, wanna get a to-go box for desserts and go back to my dorm?” Xavier asked, whispering in her ear. Looking at the food still left in her plate, “We can pack up your food too…”

“Yesh, pease…” (Y/N) slur, rubbing her fists against her eyes.

“Okay, how about you start thinking about what you want for your sweet and i’ll get out to-go boxes!” Xavier said, only standing up after she nodded. He moved quickly getting the boxes, not liking the idesa of her being little alone in the middle of the caf. Luckily when he got back to her, she was smiling up at him, looking dopey. 

He quickly packaged up her leftovers and then put the trays on the rack above the trash can that was right next to them. “C’mon, lets get you something tasty.”

The pair made their way over to the dessert bar, Xavier carrying both boxes. “Can I have the sprinkle cake?” 

Xavier smiled, “Of course you can.”

The cake was pretty far back on the bar, so xavier had to get it for her. Packing it away, grabbing something for himself and a rice krispy treat. Soon they were on their way back to Xavier’s dorm.The closer they got to the dorm, the more (Y/N) got nervous. She was gonna fully slip, she’s been slipping the entire evening. She has to leave or she will be stuck telling him about her secret.

A small part of her mind whispered, but he’s an outcast too, he won’t think it’s weird. He cares about me, he always looks out for me! He loves me when we are big, so he will at least tolerate me when I am little. They promised to marry each other if they are single later in life, they were each others first kiss, they promised to always be their for each other. 

They stood in front of the door to his room, he was swinging it open with one hand. He entered first to turn on the light and place the food on his desk. She slowly staggered in, closing the door. As the hall disappeared from view, the stress took over, she was on the verge of slipping, however, was bigger now than ever before.

“Xavier…” The sound of his full name, not a nickname, made his head shoot up. He moved over to be right in front of her. “I think I have to tell you something.”

“Okay, do you wanna sit down on the bed?” Xavier asked, she nodded. They moved to sit down.

“I- I should have told you this earlier, cause now it’s hard…” She says getting teary eyed.

“Oh baby, it’s okay, nothing you say could ever make me love you less.” Xavier said, running a hand up and down her back trying to soothe her.

“I, umm, well, when I get stressed or um if something really bad happens, umm, I- my head gets all fuzzy and I start to umm well…” (Y/N) hiccuped in a few breaths of air, “I- I REGRESS!”

Xavier went to speak, however, her sobs cut him off. “Oh, baby!” He was quick to grab her and pull her into his lap. He bounced and rocked her lightly, while kissing her temple mumbling against her skin. 

“I- sorry! ‘M sorry” She cried. Still being hushed and comforted.

“It’s okay, I had been thinking you might be a little, but I had a vision earlier and I know baby.” Xavier spoke, his voice was calm and reasuring. “Baby, who’s been taking care of you?”

She just shook her head, indicating she wasn’t being cared for in littlespace. Her tears were slowing luckily, just resting in her lashes and on her waterline. Xavier in that moment swore to take care of her in everyway until she asked him to stop or found someone she liked better.

“Little one, can I take care of you when you feel little?” Xavier asked, hopeful.

“You want to be my dada?” (Y/N) asked, eyes wide and voice growing small again. She was regressing farther into space with little to no fight, the sleepiness overtaking where the stress once resided. 

“Yes, would you like that?” Xavier asked, rocking his sleepy baby.

“Yesh pease!” She gurgled back, nestling into his side.

“Let’s take a nap and finish our food later.” 

Xavier and (Y/N) layed on his bed and snuggled, as she began to drift towards sleep. Her hands gripped his shirt, one trying to make it’s way to her mouth. Xavier moved the fist away from her mouth and placed his thumb between her lips, resting weight in her tongue. She suckled and hummed, sleep soon took over her. 

Xavier stayed up staring at her, he wanted to be everything for her. He was gonna spoil this girl rotten. The little shoe box was soon going to grow to a storage box in Jericho.

[galwednesday]

This week's deep dive rec is a combo pack exploring radicalization and the wellness industry, starting with this Guardian piece "Everything you've been told is a lie! Inside the wellness to fascism pipeline" by James Ball, which gives an overview of how these concepts became intertwined:

Peter Knight, professor of American studies at the University of Manchester, who has studied conspiracy theories and their history, notes that the link between alternative therapies and conspiracy is at least a century old, and has been much ignored. “New age and conspiracy theories both see themselves as counter-knowledges that challenge what they see as received wisdom,” he says. “Conspiracy theories provide the missing link, turbo-charging an existing account of what’s happening by claiming that it is not just the result of chance or the unintended consequences of policy choices, but the result of a deliberate, secret plan, whether by big pharma, corrupt scientists, the military-industrial complex or big tech.” Knight notes an extra factor, though – the wellness pipeline has become a co-dependency. Many far-right or conspiracy sites now fund themselves through supplements or fitness products, usually by hyping how the mainstream doesn’t want the audience to have them. [...]

“Alex Jones perfected the grift of selling snake-oil supplements and prepper kit to the libertarian right wing via his conspiracy theory media channels,” Knight says. “But it was Covid that led to the most direct connections between far-right conspiracism and wellness cultures. The measures introduced to curb the pandemic were viewed as attacks on individual sovereignty, which is the core value of both the wellness and libertarian/‘alt-right’ conspiracy communities.” The problem is, it rarely stops with libertarians. While they may not recognise it, those drawn in from the left are increasingly ending up in the same place as their rightwing counterparts. “Although many of the traditional left-leaning alternative health and wellness advocates might reject some of the more racist forms of rightwing conspiracism, they now increasingly share the same online spaces and memes,” he says, before concluding: “They both start from the position that everything we are told is a lie, and the authorities can’t be trusted.”

Part two of this combo rec is an episode of the Maintenance Phase podcast, hosted by Aubrey Gordon and Michael Hobbes, with journalist Mike Rothschild joining them to talk about his research into the wellness to QAnon pipeline:

Special guest Mike Rothschild tells us how the road to wellness can be an on-ramp to a conspiracy theory. Along the way we debunk oil pulling, explore Instagram aesthetics and bemoan anti-vaxx argumentation tactics. Mike gets the date of the January 6th insurrection wrong and he is sorry.

[gingerwerk]

The challenge is me trying not to drink a whole bottle of wine in one sitting and my ass fails 9 times out of 10

[writerpey]

Little!Wednesday - Woe is Me

I’ve been wanting to write more little wednesday recently, so here’s a ficlet I wrote about her first time regressing away from home. I headcanon that she actually regresses at home quite often but isn’t always aware of it, so when it happens at nevermore it’s quite different, and a little scary for her. (and not in the way she likes!) characters include enid, thing, thornhill and xavier. enjoy! <3 pls let me know if u would enjoy a part 2!

Wednesday wasn’t quite prepared for how miserable she would feel today. Not that she would complain, as a day of misery was a necessary accomplishment for the Addams girl, but it was surprising nonetheless.

It had started off the same as any other day. The sound of pop music flooded out from Enid’s phone, jolting Wednesday awake when she had been up until dawn just a couple hours prior, clacking away at her typewriter.

“Good morning! I would say I’m sorry, Weds, but this is justice for the constant clicky-clacky.” Enid’s chipper statement clipped Wednesday’s ears and was met with a cat-like growl from the dark-haired girl in response.

Wednesday pulled herself out of bed ruefully and casted an especially dark gaze at Enid. Looking out of the large window of their shared room, she was pleased to see that the sky was perfectly overcast and gloomy. Going through the motions of changing and fixing her braids was automatic, but the day began to shift when Wednesday sat down for breakfast at the dining hall with Enid.

The bustle of gorgon boys and the chattering of the siren girls in the hall had changed this morning. Rather than being just the right amount of annoyance to Wednesday’s ears, the noise grated at her head instead. The girl shook her head faintly, willing the feeling to disappear. But it didn’t.

“Enid.” Wednesday said, getting the werewolf’s attention away from the magazine she had spread out in front of her. Enid hummed, glancing at Wednesday, then double-taking at the look on the brooding girl’s face.

“Are you okay? You look… Disturbed. More than usual, I mean.” She said, frowning at Wednesday. It was off-putting that she was able to read her usually unreadable friend.

“I don’t know.” Wednesday replied honestly, shaking her head again. “It’s too loud in here. I have to leave.”

With that, Wednesday stood from her seat in a flash and made an escape.

“Wednesday, wait—!” Enid’s voice faded as Wednesday ignored her and got as far away from the hall as possible.

As she found her way to the quad, in the fresh air and under the cloudy sky, Wednesday took a deep breath in the morning chill. She raised a hand and pressed it against her chest, feeling the pounding of her heart and willing it to slow to its normal state of near death. After taking a moment to check if her surroundings were clear, Wednesday sat on the edge of the quad’s fountain in a huff. Her school uniform was pinching her shoulders uncomfortably, her braids didn’t feel even on both sides, and most of all, her head felt fuzzy. The girl rubbed her cheek against her shoulder in itchiness. All she wanted to do was go back to her room and change into one of her sweaters and read a book with Thing. But the Nevermore bell rang out, and she picked herself up and dragged her feet to class.

The dangerous display of venus flytraps offered just enough horror to lift Wednesday’s attention in class as the lesson for the day began. Yet unexpected misery came crashing in the form of Xavier Thorpe into his seat and his constant need to talk to Wednesday.

“Wednesday, Wednesday, watch this!” He whispered for the sixth time in twenty minutes. His drawings of creepy and crawly bugs lifted from the page and made their way toward the shared venus flytrap that sat on their lab bench.

Wednesday couldn’t help that her attention turned from Thornhill to Xavier’s bugs. There were so many of them! And she just had to watch and see if the plant would really eat them. Finally, Xavier had done something fascinating enough to capture Wednesday’s attention.

The loud slam of a textbook over the bugs caused them to dissipate into the air in a black puff, and it also made Wednesday flinch harshly. In an instant, Thornhill had snatched the flytrap away from their desk and launched into a loud rant about respect that grated against Wednesday and made her stomach roll.

Usually she wouldn’t care, but usual didn’t seem to be a word she would describe today as. She silently listened to Thornhill, mouth uncharacteristically closed from any witty response or defense. With their plant taken away and replaced with a textbook, Xavier and Wednesday were given an alternative assignment to complete rather than the task of joyfully feeding live bugs to the flytraps.

Wednesday was glad at least to see the look of guilt on Xavier’s face, but she was much less enthused when he expected her to talk when she felt like doing the opposite.

“Wednesday, I said I was sorry.” Xavier huffed loudly, waving a hand in front of Wednesday’s face as she focused on the book in front of them. “Can’t you say something? Or anything?” He continued complaining, groaning and pushing the textbook away from her.

Wednesday’s hands reached up to tug softly at her braids, an action that she used to ground herself. She did it at home when Father was too late returning to the house, when Mother told her she couldn’t sleep with Nero in her bed, and when Pugsley was being sickeningly kind. It was as if— Oh. Suddenly, Wednesday understood, and she shrunk into herself. No one else was meant to see her when she felt so outside of herself, so small. Her hand shot up, and Xavier groaned again.

“Yes, Wednesday?” Thornhill came up to the desk, her nails drumming against its surface.

“I feel unwell. I need to leave.” The girl said, voice quiet but still monotonous.

Thornhill raised an eyebrow at her in doubt. “So suddenly? There’s no need to get out of the assignment, dear. You and Xavier are more than capable.”

“I know you don’t believe me, but this is a life or death matter.” Wednesday responded quickly, eyes flitting to Xavier to see if he’d help her because he was always keen to. Instead, he stayed quiet, smiling and seeming to enjoy Wednesday’s debacle. She cursed him internally.

“And why might that be?” The teacher further pressed, putting her hands on her hips indignantly.

Wednesday tugged on one of her braids even harsher than before. She could feel her words starting to jumble in her brain, even before they could get to her mouth. “I… I…”

Wednesday’s inability to form a response wiped the cheeky grin off Xavier’s face. “I think she’s about to throw up.” He lied on the spot, getting up from his seat and backing up dramatically.

Luckily enough, someone piped up from across the classroom honestly. “Is she sick? I heard something’s going around!”

Thornhill took a half step back from the desk. “Okay, no need to convince me further. Wednesday, honey, I’m going to get Xavier to take you up to see the nurse, alright?”

Wednesday nodded, her head full of clouds and stomach full of butterflies. She wasn’t even aware Xavier was talking to her until they were halfway to the nurse. The girl stopped in her tracks in the hallway and spun around, on her way to Ophelia Hall.

“Just stop for a second, will you?” The boy put a firm hand on Wednesday’s shoulder to stop her.

“Don’ touch me!” She exclaimed loudly, stopping in her tracks and snatching herself away from his touch. Wednesday knew the outburst would require an uncomfortable explanation, but she felt much too young to do anything about it now.

“Woah, woah, I’m sorry. I won’t.” Xavier held his hands up, backing away from her to give her some space. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? You don’t seem… Right.” He awkwardly asked, assessing her with an intensity he usually saved for when she wasn’t aware of his presence.

Wednesday tipped her chin down to the floor, looking at her shoes. His words were almost a carbon copy of Enid’s earlier in the morning. She shook her head, saying, “Can’t.”

“You can’t?” The boy echoed, brow furrowing in confusion. “Okay, well, at least let me take you wherever you’re going.”

Wednesday looked up at him with wide eyes, her own brow pinched into a scowl. But she nodded anyways, and continued in the direction of her dorm. Xavier trailed next to her quietly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t walk with her once they made it to the doors to Ophelia Hall, as boys were restricted.

“Wednesday, hey, before you go…” Xavier started, bending down to look Wednesday in the eye as she wouldn’t look up. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but if you need someone… A friend, you know where to find me.” He stumbled on his words, especially when Wednesday started pulling at the collar of her shirt and shifted her weight on her feet. “Okay, okay, I won’t keep you any longer.”

With that, Wednesday disappeared through the door, finally making it up the stairs to her dorm room. The haze in her mind had completely settled, and it even began to become comfortable once she changed out of her uniform and into one of her big striped sweaters.

Thing noticed her early arrival, and pattered his way from her desk to her bed, where she had plopped down cross legged and was attempting to redo her braids.

“Hello, Thing.” She said, her soft, monotonous but less abrasive than her usual.

You’re back. Thing signed. Are you little? He pinched his thumb and index finger and left a small space in between them to ask.

Wednesday nodded, her tongue coming out as she focused on her braids, brow furrowing. Thing walked up her arm and softly batted her hands away, taking it upon himself to fix her hair. The girl felt a weight leave her shoulders, the mere action of Thing helping her with something so simple allowing her to rest in her headspace.

When he finished she ran her hands down her braids, pleased with the symmetry and smoothness. Thing then scuttled away, digging underneath Wednesday’s bed for something. The girl laid on her stomach on the bed and leaned over to look, her braids dangling and bangs reacting in the same fashion as she watched Thing upside down. Finally, he pulled out what he was looking for: a copy of the Grimm Brother’s Fairy Tales. The corners of Wednesday’s mouth curled into a cruel smile, as she grew excited to flip through the horrific book.

“Thank you, Thing.” She said gratefully, taking the book and opening it on the bed in front of herself. He crawled up and sat next to the book, offering to turn the pages for her. As gleefully as possible, Wednesday read the book of fairy tales and smiled at the woe that befell the characters.

For now, she was little and safe for the first time at Nevermore. And Wednesday didn’t know what she would say when Enid would come back to their room later the day, but with Thing, she would figure it out.

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

today has been such a good day 😭 it took forever to return my router to the wifi store, and i’ve got the worst headache + cramps combination i’ve had in a year, BUT:

tl;dr: so many good things have happened recently, and i’m trying to trust that sometimes good things happen and don’t have to be balanced out by horrible things. i’m so grateful for the good things that have happened, and i’m trying to acknowledge that i had a part in bringing them into reality

i got the keys to my new apartment, and it’s the nicest place i’ve ever lived. like i’m waiting for them to take my keys back and tell me it was a prank, obviously they’re not gonna let some WIC beans-and-rice, food stamps-raised, homeless in high school fuckhead live in such a beautiful building. but they are. they approved my cat, they’ve got my move-in fees, i’ve got the loading dock reserved for move-in day.

my new apartment isn’t infested with roaches. i cried just being in the space for the first time and feeling like. a real person. not like a shameful creature who can’t let their friends come over because of the infestation.

i got to see my best friend, the (platonic) love of my life. it’s not a rare occurrence for me to see her, since we live like 5 (soon 3!!!!) metro stops apart. and she came with me to see the apartment. she asked the questions i didn’t know to ask, and i was able to give her remote access to the building, which is as close as i can come to giving her a spare key

i got an incredible deal on a new bed. the mattress i have now has sunk in the middle and there are a few springs poking through, and it hurts so much to sleep on it. i was resigned to sleeping on my couch for a month or so while i saved to get a nice bed, because ive never had like a Nice Bed. and just idly checking wayfair, i saw a bed frame i loved that was at a $900 discount. nine hundred us dollars off. i never would’ve been able to get something like that if it was full price. and then i found a mattress that was well-reviewed and firm and also discounted. so now i’ll only be sleeping on my couch for like a week.

i was notified that they’re processing my upcoming promotion at work. it’s a $14.3k raise. that’s not a number that would ever have existed to me before, and now they’re processing it, and like. it’s real. that’s happening to me. they’re trusting me with a big like, mission-critical project and they’re increasing my pay and it’s because i earned the trust and the raise, not just because they felt bad for me???

i’m so overwhelmed. when i was a kid i thought all i could ever be was somebody’s wife and somebody’s mother. and now im neither of those things, and im loved and im safe and im finally moving out of this apartment full of shame into a place i can feel proud of.

[akai-anna]

to everyone who has participated (and especially reblogged with tags) in my DetCo song polls: it is so such a pleasure to come home to y'all enjoying (AKA making hard decisions) these

thank you for blessing my day after work, y'all the best💕

[caitlynskitten]

When little Yoko sleeps and has a good dream she starts to float. She can’t help it and she’s unaware of it. Mama Enid and Wednesday found this out the hard way when they went camping and woke up to her floating above the trees and absolutely freaking out. After they got her down they decide to lightly tie her leg to both of them in case she floats again.

[anewkindofme]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad for the tag!

Here’s another look at the next installment of “But I’m An Avery”. Jackson is already showing signs of being the worst patient ever. (We are also slowly working up to Jackson’s first spanking, but that won’t be in this chapter)

***

“Alright, car’s pulled around,” Mark announces as he enters the room. “Ready to go, Ducky?”

Jackson’s cheeks burn, looking out of the corner of his eye to Alex. He’s smirking but under his mother’s watchful gaze is quiet. “Really, Mark? Really?”

Mark rolls his eyes. “Everyone in this room is already aware of your nickname.”

“Not by my choice.”

“Do you want to sit here and argue or do you want to go home?”

Jackson quickly turns his head to Meredith. “Can I?”

“Yes, you may. You’re all set to go. You’ll get those stitches out next week and we’ll have a follow up.”

“I can take out my own stitches.”

Mark laughs. “You really thought we’d let you do that?”

“I do it every day.”

“Not on yourself.” He looks at Meredith. “I already scheduled the appointment.”

“Great. Then you’re free to go, Jackson. I don’t want to see you in this hospital until your appointment, understand?”

Jackson grumbles under his breath. The last thing he wants is to be on bed rest. But the odds of Mark letting him out of it are too low.

“Jackson,” Mark says, shooting him a look.

The younger doctor sighs. “Yeah, yeah.” He pushes himself up on the armrest of his wheelchair, moaning a bit. Alex is the one to quickly push him back down.

“Are those meds getting to you? You can’t walk right now.”

“I’m not being wheeled out of here.”

“It’s that or I carry you,” Mark warns.

Jackson isn’t entirely positive Mark would actually do it. After all, he has to still work in this hospital once this is all over.

Yet, the part that believes in the threat wins out.

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll stay in the stupid chair.”

***

No pressure tag to @snowviolettwhite, @actualalligator & @kingofdarkness00

[graysongraysoff]

why everything gotta cost money

[delalunaspokenfor]

Yoko: I’m not mad, I just want to know. Who did this?

The vampire points to the broken mug on the kitchen floor. Baby Wednesday sits next to her mommy while clutching little Raven close to her.

Little Raven whispering to Wednesday: Just come clean. She won’t be mad, I promise.

Baby Wednesday breaks down into tears and admits that she accidentally knocked it off the table. Yoko knew it was her but didn’t realize she would be reacting like this.

The vampire hugs her baby tightly and lets the little seer damp her shirt with her tears. She then looks at Enid.

Yoko whispering: Thank god, I was about to blame you.

Enid whispering: Why me?

Yoko: Look at our baby, I didn’t want to make it worse!

[marsthegaymer]

How do all of you guys feel about these?

Wanda Maximoff x Little! reader

Reader goes non-verbal and Wanda stumbles upon Y/N in there headspace and wanda just looking after them.

Wednesday x Little! reader

Wednesday x little reader

Just pure fluff between wednesday and the reader while watching movies on halloween

Lady dimitrescu x Little reader

alcina keeps promising Y/n thing but never pulls through because she gets busy and keeps ignoring her. what happens when Y/N gets rejected and travels to see donna and alcina sees they are missing?

[nicoles-story-corner-ii]

The ShapeShifter and The Pup.

———

Hopefully the first of many one shots involving Little Enid and Caregiver Weems

———

One shot #1: Safe Space

It was loud that day. Entirely too loud. Enid Sinclair made her way through the halls of Nevermore Academy, as she walked she attempted to block out the various small noises that pounded her sensitive eardrums. To her dismay the noises remained louder than ever. She tightened her manicured fingers around the books in her arms. She knew she needed to go to her next class but what she wanted to do was follow the corridor to the large office towards the end of the hall and once inside the large office just climb into her mother’s arms and give into the fuzzy feeling that sat at the back of her mind.

From that moment on Enid and her “mother”, or principal, had a special bond. Which set off a whole slurry of issues for teenage Enid. When her biological mother found out that Enid regressed she had essentially exiled her from the pack. That had sent Enid into little space for almost a week after she received the letter. During that week however Weems had shown her nothing but love. Her arms had been the safest place in the world to the werewolf. When Weems held her close she felt like the large arms around her were an impenetrable force that nothing bad could breach. Which led her to today.

The small noises of Nevermore had piled on top of one another which was beginning to overwhelm the blond. She wanted to be independent and stay big but she more so long to crawl into her safe place and let herself be little and innocent.

The blond werewolf was so lost in her own head that when she found herself in front of the large wood door with the gold name plate it was enough for her to give in. She let the books fall from her arms and her knapsack off her shoulders. She pushed the large wood door open without concern for if the principal was alone in the room. To her delight the room was in fact empty save for the tall woman at the desk. Tears pricked the eyes of the werewolf as she called out for the woman who had not heard her entrance.

“Mommy.”

Weems quickly dropped what was in front of her when heard the tear filled voice of her daughter. Age quickly stood and crossed the room.

“Are you little, darling?” Weems’ voice was soft.

Both her little and teenage self called the woman by that name, although her teenage self usually stuck with the regular “mom”, when her emotions got the better of her she’d revert back to the more juvenile name.

The question alone caused the fuzziness in Enid’s mind to begin to take over, dropping her into a headspace not quite little but not all the way big. Enid didn’t bother answering the question, instead opting for one of her own.

“H..” words were failing the girl, tears cascaded down her reddening cheeks.

Frustrated with her inability to speak, Enid did something she would do when she was in little space. She extended her arms up towards the tall woman in front of her. Weems wasted no time in picking up the girl. Once the strong arms wrapped around her creating her safe place, that was all it took for the girl to drop. Sobs burst from the now small girl into the neck of her mother.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Weems softly whispered as gently bounced the girl in her arms. “Mommy’s right here.”

Although she was crying, an immense relief had taken over the blond. She was right where she wanted to be. Her thumb made its way to her lips to act as a soother now that Enid was slowly beginning to calm. To her dismay her mother gently pulled the digit from her lips. Enid was about to protest and immediately place the digit back where she wanted it when a pink pacifier was placed in her mouth. With her sobs now quieted and her tears beginning to dry Enid laid her head in the crook of her mother’s neck with the express intention of being as close as possible to the woman.

She clung tightly to the blond woman as she continued to bounce her as walked the two of them to the apartment tucked behind the large office. When they reached their sanctity, Weems took the girl to her nursery. Enid knew what was coming. When they reached the pink room Enid felt Weems gently pull her way to lay her down. Enid was resistant not wanting to be away from her caregiver.

“Darling.” The accented voice was soft. “You know you need a nappy.”

Enid still didn’t yield to the woman as she laid her head back down and sucked her pacifier.

“Darling.” Weems tried again. “Once we change you we can cuddle and have a nice warm bottle.”

The prospect of a warm bottle and cuddles was enough for the girl to release her grip on her caregiver and allow her to lay her on the changing table. Enid sucked on her pacifier and looked around her nursery as her uniform was removed and a pink cloth diaper was slid under her and snapped on the front. Weems stepped out of her line of sight but kept her soft hand on Enid’s bare stomach. When she reappeared she had two sets of leggings and two pull over sweaters. The leggings were both a shade of pink. Weems held them both up so Enid could pick, the latter choosing the light shade. Weems smiled down at her and then held a sweater in each hand. One sweater was pattered with cats and the other with unicorns. Enid pointed at the cats.

“Good choice.” Weems smiled at her.

Enid beamed up at her caregiver from behind her pacifier. She laid still like a good girl as her caregiver dressed her in comfortable garments before finally lifting her back into her beloved safe space. Enid snuggled into her caregiver as the woman carried her to the kitchen. Enid watched from the tall woman’s hip as she expertly warmed up sweetened milk in a pink bottle. Enid kept her eyes on the white liquid as it warmed in front of her. She began to drool around her pacifier.

When the bottle was properly warmed and tested the two left kitchen and settled into the rocker in the living room. Weems gently shifted the little’s position into a cradle. She supported Enid’s head with one arm and carefully removed the pink pacifier with the other. Enid almost protested the removal of the object out of instinct but was quelled when it was quickly replaced by the rubber nipple of her bottle or “ba” as she called it when she was very small.

As she suckled her milk and snuggled into her caregiver, things were finally quiet for the little girl.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

hi there!! @bellanotchewrites here. i saw that you have a mini wednesday masterlist, so i have a bit of an uncommon request: could you write about rowan laslow (wednesday, 2022) as a regressor? he’s one of my comfort characters even tho he had a total of like 20 minutes of screen time… anywho! if you don’t wanna write it, that’s fine, just figured i’d give it an ask!☺️ hope you’re doing well!! xx

Hiii!!! @bellanotchewrites I currently cannot think of any Headcannons for him unfortunately (however if in the future I do end up writing any I can tag you xx) However I can make a Moodboard for now? I know it's not the same so sorry 😅

[decidentia]

Hey gang. ♡ Just a quick note to say I’m gearing up to come back. Things are hectic at work, and I’m on duty all this weekend, but I’m taking leave next week so I should be here a good bit.