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[justalilecho]

My little/pet space moodboard

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[gl1tzpupper]

[worldwide-simp]

hello! do u still do request can i ask if u can do yan!scp073 x scp!reader

for some details:

the reader is a safe class cause she doesn't want to hurt people and see them in pain she has healing powers as she usually heals staff or gurads who are injured and she is a total sweetheart!

what will happen if they meet? (u can add any plots and things u wanna add)

*thanks if u are uncomfortable u can decline*!

Ooo I’ve finally got an ask! Sorry, I’m quite late with this. Hope short scenarios will be okay!

consumed by jealousy once again.

Yandere Scp073 x fem reader

Warnings: obsession, implied stalking, corruption, pessimistic thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, jealousy

*not proofread, please do notify me if I have missed out a warning, might add some things after posting

How did you both first meet? “…”

• Cain is quite the desirable lad. He’s polite, well-mannered and crosses his legs when seated. Time has carved wisdom into the cadavers of his body; he speaks with many words he’s memorized from dictionaries and occasionally mixes up phrases from different languages.

• When you first met Cain, your sweet and kind nature allured him. He became.. curious, so to speak. Strangely obsessed with admiring you while you’d work with people. Becoming a tad bit jealous when your attention wasn't fixated upon himself. He wouldn't let these thoughts come to light. Not now anyways.

•Always, Cain offered a helping hand. Did you need any assistance carrying that heavy bag? Or perhaps you wanted a glass of water? You could always see him at your service, watching your skilled hands heal others with a passion.

How much time did it take?

“…”

• It had taken him a few months to develop feelings. Cain first believed it was a wonder, why hadn't you excluded him from your table where you would sit? Did you not find his voice uncanny?

•He had only adored you even more after that.

• He had once asked what your occupation in the foundation was, what the foundation declared your function as a cog in one of their elaborate machines. This was the depressing reality. Cain had learned not to question it. They had stuffed his mind full of knowledge to the point he swore it snapped at times, piece by piece.

• Although he had his own mental burdens, Cain would never place them upon you. Endearing innocent soul, let him kiss you to death.

Does his emotions remind him of any past experiences?

“…”

• Cain loathes the feeling of jealousy consuming his heart, it reminded him of a very dark time. Where he had slaughtered his brother out of the same envy he experiences now, just desiring to be injured in any shape or form so he could feel your fingers blessing his cold, still-beating heart and not some guard or doctor undeserving of your touch.

• A rational part of his mind was disgusted at his concerning thoughts. He justified it with a wild vigour.

How would he show his undying love?

“…”

• Sometimes you’d find plastic flowers tucked away in various places, they were always crimson-coloured Morning Glorys and Black roses with sloppy red paint in the shape of a heart. You had giggled and suspected Cain. Though you had never confirmed your thoughts with the man himself. Darling, Sweetheart Cain. Made of sugar and liquorice.

• Every time you discovered your bouquet of flowers, you noticed the hearts had been painted less messily and with more ease, the streaks of red paint precise and pristine.

• Cain felt awkward at the thought of confessing his ever-growing feelings for you. He would only admire you. How your face looked when you smiled, how you rambled about Josie the half-cat’s fluffy pelt and the most adored feature of yours, the way you’d praise him when he did a good job.

•Don’t ever let yourself think he’s going to let such a precious flower like you wilt in his needy grasp.

[bingocarpenter]

i'm your back up ★ sfw tkl fic

scream ★ ler!tara ‧ lee!sam sfw tkl ‧ post-scream vi ‧ sissy fluff ‧ nonsense ‧ very short ‧ semi-old fic dedicated to my sam: @blueycarpenter

a/n: i actually posted this before on a previous acc i had once upon a time, so if anyone has read this before that's why! i have another one written with more carpenter sissy fluff so i may post that later too hehe. . .

word count: 732

Tara threw the dishrag on the counter and bounded over to her sister, who sat with her arms crossed on the couch as she stared blankly at the television. Even since she got home from work, her mood was shit and there was no joy to even reminisce from her aura – that’s how down she was. And Tara didn’t like that.

But Tara was also in a mood of her own – a playful, bratty mood to be exact – and boy was she ready to try her luck on someone who was in need of a pick-me-up.

She took her spot next to Sam and wiggled her way to practically be in her side before leaning against her with all her weight.

Sam tried to shrug her off with an irritated huff, but when Tara repeated her actions with a twist of her hips and shoulder, she glared over at her. “Tara, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

Tara rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Well, I am. I wanna cuddle with you, Sam. I don’t see you all day and now, when I finally finish with chores, you wanna be moody?”

“I’ve just had a long day… It has nothing to do with you.”

“But I wanna spend time with you, and you’re being…” Tara glanced down to Sam’s open side and poked it, “a bitch.”

Samantha jumped and covered the jabbed area with her hand before resituating, “Well, I’m sorry I’m not meeting your standards, Tara.”

“You don’t have to meet my standards. You just have to love meee.” Tara giggled, wrapping her arms around her older sister while she hoisted herself up to have lips almost touching her ear and whispered, “You know, I missed you, Sammyyy.”

The older cringed and bit her lip as her shoulder shot up to block the warm breath tickling her. “Tara-ha!”

Tara grinned mischievously and nuzzled her, recalling how much Sam hated when she did that when they were younger. But it always made the two of them smile and laugh with each other, so Tara was going to go after her the only way she knew how. “What? I’m just telling you the truth! And you–,” she scratched underneath the older’s chin, “–are fucking ignoring me!”

“Tara-ha-haa! Sto-hop!” Sam smacked her hand away before turning her back to resume her isolation.

“Nuh-uh!” Tara climbed over her and nosed her way to her ear again to hiss in a sing-song way, “I missed you, Saaam. I want to cuddle with yooouuu–,” she had to fight for the upper hand upon the other’s squirming, finding herself chuckling between whispers as well, “–and spend quality time with yooouuu! Like they do in those cringe-ass movieeess!”

“STA-HA-HAAAP!” Sam broke the moment Tara’s breath touched her ear and her climbing hands found her clothed torso, digging her nails into her ribs as a greater tease. “OKAY! OKA-HAY-HAYYY!”

“Yeah? Yeah?!” The younger pressed as she skittered in between each rib when available and cackled, “You’ll cuddle with me nooowww?!”

Sam slid down in a fit of giggles, writhing against Tara’s fingers and breath as she attempted to push her away, “TARA, PLEA-HEASE! AH-HA-HAAA!”

“Not an answer! Come ooonn, Sam,” the smaller girl nuzzled her way beneath the other’s arms and held her close as her fingers danced up and down her flanks and heaving abdomen, in which she earned a sensitive whine. “Cuddle with meeee.”

“I will! I wi-hi-hill!” Sam twisted in her baby sister’s grip, her cheeks on fire and her face muscles aching upon her laughter, “But you ha-have to stop tickling me-he-heee!”

And Tara was happy with this, seizing her teasing fingertips and simply hugging her tightly. “That’s what I thought.”

Sam chuckled with a shy shake of her head before resituating to embrace her sibling’s love. “You haven’t changed a bit. You always knew how to get to me…”

“Neither have you, Sam…” Tara looked up with a big smile before jumping up to taunt her weakness one last time, “Neither have yooouuu.”

The older just snickered and held Tara tight, resting her head atop of hers and sighing contently as they both refocused their attention on the TV screen. Sure, she had been in a shitty mood, but Tara always found a way to light up her world, even on the darkest of days.

And she loved that.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hi! Can I please request a sfw Sigma x DOA!male! Reader? The reader is like Fyodor minus the terrorism and sadism. He loves reading and chess and strategizing. He's tall and well-built, really strong but really gentle. He's taller than Sigma so he can perfectly deliver forehead kisses without the hassel. Reader doesn't get flustered easily and he uses it to his advantage. Kisses, hugs, kabedons (never thought I'd use that word), tickles etc, Sigma has fallen victim to it at the hands of reader. Basically, Reader loves flustering Sigma and Sigma will never get used to it😂

Sigma x Fyodor like male S/O head cannons

Female aligned and minors dni this is an 18+ blog

OMG I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond I have just been having a lot of work and stuff going on at the moment but I hope you enjoy it and thank you for your patience and support :]

You and sigma both met through the DOA you were known to be Fyodor’s right hand man so it came as no surprise that you and Fyodor shared similarities but what did come as a shock was how gentle you are with him.

When sigma first met you he was shocked at how much bigger you were compared to him and he was honestly into it so every time you leaned against him with your head rested on top of his he couldn’t help but turn every shad of red.

Sigma absolutely loves to cuddle with you it is one of the rare occasions that things feel alright with life but do expect to always be the big spoon and this man is like a built in heater he is always warm even in winter.

sigma doesn’t like to think of himself as easily flustered by people but you never fail to make it happen wether you are laying your head in the crevice of his neck or it’s you wrapping your much bigger arms around his waist, all of these things make Sigma so flustered and don’t get him started when you lean down to kiss him.

You and sigma love to have dates all though most of the time they are at home or are on your shared couch, you and sigma will lay around and read books together or play chess since like Fyodor you both share a thing for chess, but on the rare occasion the two of you go out sigma will take you on night time picnic dates but he always lets you choose the place whether it’s a cemetery or in the woods.

When you and sigma go on your night time picnic dates he will lay his head in your lap while you play with his hair and he reads books too you.

[citruslullabies]

I'm still not used to writing for Cooper, so any constructive criticism is welcome!!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: romantic

Requested by: no one!! Just a fun lil thing

Category: heavy fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): prewar!Cooper Howard x reader

Word count: 1000

He's a Doll

The apartment had been so quiet, so calm and peaceful. It was almost suspicious just how calm it had been.

It was a nice saturday evening and you were home alone while your spouse was out doing odd jobs, sipping on a cup of tea while reading an article about the war. It was always a topic your partner avoided but you found it interesting, always keeping up to date on the new information coming out.

Cooper Howard, while at one point a well known and beloved actor, had fallen back into the bottom after his divorce with Barbara. A woman you had never met - nor cared to. You honestly were about to give up on the dating game since you were getting older, and age certainly wasn't kind to anyone. You were a 36 year old woman who already had bad back problems and creaky knees, who would want that??

But he did. You both had met when out grocery shopping, with you trying to reach something on the second to highest shelf and trying to regrettably monkey climb and remembering your age in the process.. when all the sudden hearing a chuckle from behind you. And there he was, a very exhausted looking Cooper Howard chuckling at your dispense before helping you out.

The both of you had met when his divorce was still being finalized and custody as well, it seemed like everything was going south for Coop until he fortunately went down the right aisle at the right time. He couldn't even remember how it happened, meeting and then talking and it somehow took off from there. You'd be lying if you said you understood how it happened either.

The radio was playing in the background of the calm little apartment, legs tucked into your side as the hot cup pressed against your lips and a soothing sweet liquid spilled down your throat. With a smile, you continued to read while humming along to the radio station.

“Everyone tells me he's no good

He doesn't love me like he should

I would forget him if I only could

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll”

The lyrics rung out of the little box, causing you to hum along to the beat and drift off into your own little world inside of your head. The song oddly enough reminded you of Cooper, well, besides the whole cheating aspect.. the lyrics were so sweet and reminded you of the sweet devil you fell in love with.

“That man can look me in the eye

And tell the biggest, sweetest lie

And I forget the lipstick on his tie

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll

Sometimes I make up my mind

That I'll stop being so blind

And tell him off real bad

But then he turns on those charms, and there I am in his arms

And I forget why I'm mad”

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you continued to listen, while the song wasn't necessarily about a good relationship it reminded you of yours in a good way. You and Cooper have fought, but he always somehow manages to calm you down before you blow your top off.

The door opened and Cooper was greeted with the sound of music and your humming, which was a pleasant surprise. He closed the door behind him and put his keys up, looking at you in the living room completely off into your own world.. a devious idea sparks in his head.

Quietly, he walked up behind the couch and leaned over just enough to be hovering. He stopped and admired you for a few moments.. the way you seemed so relaxed and at peace, despite that god forsaken news report on the nuclear fallout and war being in your hands. He chuckled quietly and then grabbed your shoulders abruptly earning a startled yelp and a quick swat to the arm.

“No need to get your panties in a twist darlin, ‘m sorry.” The southern cowboy said with a laugh as he saw your irritated gaze, his pearly whites on full display as his eyes were crinkled up. Oh you couldn't stay mad at him no matter how hard you tried.

Your gaze softened in almost an instant when seeing how joyous his face appeared, rolling your eyes playfully as you folded up the newspaper and tucked it into your arm. He smiled when he felt a delicate hand on his cheek from the one he adored, chuckling and placing his larger and rougher head atop your smaller and softer hand. Your hands had callouses, but they were like buttermilk compared to his sandpapered skin. He leaned down and captured your lips with his own, hands sliding down to your hip dips and squeezing softly.

With a content hum, he snaked one hand over to that pesky paper you had rolled up and took it away from you while you were distracted. He was glad to see you after a long day of work, your lips tasting like sweet sun tea with a bit too much sugar but he still accepted the flavor on his tongue happily since it was you. You pulled away and smiled at him, before pressing your cheek against the cushion.

“Well, I'll just accept it as a heads-up that you're sleeping on the couch tonight.” You chuckled as he gave you a fake offended look. He nuzzled his nose against yours with a chuckle, before pouting. “Oh sugar cube, you're so cruel to a poor cowboy down on his luck.”

You both stayed like that for a while, just adoring each other with playful jabs.. the music continuing to be sweet as it filled the room and danced around the both of you.

“He's a palooka, he's a brute

He drives me crazy but he's cute

Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot?

He is a demon, he is a devil, he is a doll~”

I'm working on requests!! Thanks for reading

[zimsrightantenna]

I've seen variants of "sfw interaction" and "nsfw dni" on posts but I'm unsure what the posters mean so let's do a poll

If you're in a sfw circle please consider reblogging so more people can give their definition

(Rating definitions under the cut for anyone who doesn't know, and you're supposed to vote for your highest tolerance, for example if you vote "tags have to be PG-13" it is assumed that you're okay with the blog being anywhere from PG-13 to explicit content, but the tags can only be G or PG-13. Similarly if you vote "blog can't be M rated" it's assumed the tags can't be M rated either, but PG-13 interactions and blogs are fine and R-rated fall in a grey zone that you can elaborate on in the tags)

G rated — general audiences, all ages, suitable to be seen by children (12 and under), no violence, offensive language, or sexual activity of any kind.

PG-13 — parental guidance, content not suited for kids under 13, may include swearing, very light/inconsequential/unrealistic violence? Kissing?

R — restricted, 17 and under need a parent present, some adult content including swearing, violence, sexual content

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E rated — explicit, for adults, no minors, graphic violence, gore, graphic sex

NSFW — not suitable to look at at most workplaces, your boss will not like it if you're viewing this on the clock

[tnyvampzcastle]

this is my agere character, Cyke !! I created her a while ago and this is here updated photo!! In love with her!

-Vampz

[pupsicle-paws]

My personal nostalgia stimboard pt.2!! (Final)

[justalilecho]

Rainbow little moodboard

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[gl1tzpupper]

[mirnightghost]

HELLO TUMBLR

Yes, it's a blaze post!

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And If you need more information:

Hi, I'm Mir, and I'm trying to find my audience here. I'm a furry artist, but sometimes I draw humans, because, you know, not everything on the internet is an anthropomorphic animal (unfortunately).

Commissions are open, and tbh, I'm trying to save up for something pretty important (it's not for me.) If you like my art and want to support me - I'll be grateful ":3

Trades are open! But only if your skill is not much lower than mine.

Requests? Fandom stuff maybe, yeah.

Please reblog this post! Thank you for your attention <3

[bingocarpenter]

i'm just trying to look out for you ★ sfw tkl fic

scream ★ ler!sam ‧ lee!tara sfw tkl ‧ post-scream vi ‧ sissy fluff ‧ nonsense ‧ semi-old fic

a/n: as stated in my other fic, i actually posted this before on a previous acc i had once upon a time, so if anyone has read this before that's why! do not read if you have intentions to judge, hate, or disrespect. kindly scroll past please. ty!

word count: 1.3k

It had been a long day of online college work, and Tara was finally about to be done at 11:30 pm. But before then, she had been nothing but snappy to everyone – Sam, Chad, and Mindy to be exact – and they had finally given up on trying to give her words of encouragement and offer help. All but one.

Sam knew how grumpy her sister could get when she was overwhelmed and tired after a full day of screentime, but she was not about to let her go to bed with a frown on her face. She needed a distraction, and she had just the thing. It was gold.

As the clock struck the half-hour mark, Tara slipped into the living room to grab some water and stretch her legs, which is where she found Sam glancing back at her from her place on the couch.

“Almost done?”

“Yeah,” Tara snapped as she gulped down some water. “Why are you still up, Sam? Don’t you have work tomorrow or something?”

“Yeah, I do, but I want to make sure you get your work done without a bad attitude.” Sam smirked at the younger, “You know your professors can tell when you’re fed up with their assignments by the way you write.”

Tara scoffed with a roll of her eyes, “Oh please, I’m not a baby, Sam. I can do shit on my own, thank you very much.” She interlaced her fingers behind her and arched her back with a strained groan, loosening the tight vertebrae of her spine. “And my professors can suck it. It’s their fault for assigning dumbass papers.”

“Uh-huh, and it’s your fault for waiting to do them at the last minute.” Sam rose from her spot to cross over in front of the hall to Tara’s bedroom.

Tara, on the other hand, just turned back with an irritated sigh and put a hand on her hip. “Just go to bed, Sam. I’ll be fine.”

“Nope. I’m staying up until you finish.”

Tara’s face grew sourer as she pushed past her big sister and mumbled, “Good luck with that…”

But that didn’t bother Sam, for instead of watching her walk away, she hurried after her to pass her by and dart into the soft glow of her room.

“Sam!” Tara growled as she tore after her, not able to catch up very well due to her short height. She pushed open her door to find the older sitting at her desk with a smug look, and she huffed in annoyance. “Look, I don’t have time for this. Get up so I can finish my work and go to bed!”

Samantha shook her head and wiggled herself further into the chair, “No, I think I’m gonna stay right here–“

“Sam!”

“–until I see a smile,” she finished, staring at her sibling’s face, which twisted in confusion. “You’re not finishing unless you change your attitude, Tara. I’m not getting another five-minute-bitch-fest call from one of your professor’s all because you can’t write appropriately when moody.”

Tara scoffed and shook her head. She wasn’t in the mood to argue, and she was not about to let this draw out to a useless fight. “Fine. I’ll just sit on you to finish.”

And she did. But instead of Sam turning the seat around to face the computer, she stayed put and wrapped her arms around her sister.

“Sam, I’m serious. I’m not in the mood–“

“I know you aren’t, but I’m here to change that,” the older retorted, smirking into Tara’s neck as she started wiggling her fingers over her clothed abdomen.

“No-ho, what are you–?” Tara could barely manage to speak before kicking out with a startled yelp, “Sa-ham, stop it! Let me go-ho!”

“Not until I get a smile!” Sam giggled, nuzzling her baby’s sister’s neck before placing playful kisses to it.

“Na-ha-haaa!” The younger cringed, raising her shoulder to avoid the contact while her body slipped from her kicking, having the friction of her shirt against Sam’s body slide against each other and ride up to reveal her tan skin.

And Sam took the bait, holding her sister up with one arm wrapped around her ribs while the other attacked her bare stomach, roaming across the warm skin like she had all those years ago.

She and Tara had both grown up a lot, but there were some things that still remained…

“I bet I can find your smile now, huh?” The older cackled, stroking the curves of the younger’s sides before skittering around the gist of her belly, finding herself amused at the uncontrolled fluttering that had its owner giggling like mad.

“SA-HA-HAAAM STA-HA-HAAAP!” Tara was helpless, kicking her legs and leaning into her sister in defeat. She was definitely smiling now, no doubt about it. She had always been too sensitive for her own good, but Sam always seemed to have a special touch that automatically made her hyperactive nerves sport at huge grin and hearty laughs. “I’M SMILING, I’M SMI-HI-HI-HILING!”

“How do I know it’s real and you aren’t faking it?,” was the taunt of the night, for it led to Sam sweeping Tara up and pinning her on her bed so she could climb atop and target her sides and ribs with both hands. “How do I know, Tara? You’ve gotta show me!”

“I’M TRY-HI-HI-YING!” Tara didn’t fight her sister, just let her arms and legs flail at a desperate attempt to prove her point. The feathering on her delicate flesh had her squealing in delight as each rib was traced with black nails. Her face muscles already started to ache, and her voice was drowned in a fit of shrill laughter. “PLEA-HEA-HEASSE! SAMMY-HEE-HEEEYY!”

Sam relished the bliss joy and sensitivity her baby sister was beaming with as she chuckled upon the sight of her pearly whites. But she still had one more trick up her sleeve now that another area was open. “I do remember your tummy being one of your weakest spots, but what about your underarms, Tara?”

And before the victim could react, a flurry of light strokes and encouraging giggles from above had her crying out with tears pricking her eyes, “OH NO-HO-HOOO, PLEASE! SA-HA-HAAAM, I CA-HA-HA–“

Tara’s voice cut off into silent laughter that had her throwing her head back and her eyes screwing shut as she kicked her feet relentlessly. Her smile was prominent now alongside her gasps, which finally caught up to her when the tender licks on her armpits seized and she felt Sam’s weight shift to sit back on her thighs.

“Good girl,” Samantha teased, giving Tara’s exposed stomach one last scratch to earn a weak snicker. “Just like the old days, huh, Tara?”

Tara just laid there, a big grin still plastered on her face while her cheeks burned with a rosy glow, and her chest heaved alongside her asthmatic lungs. She gave a shy nod as a few more giggles slipped past her lips. “Yeah… Didn’t know I need it either…”

Sam smiled and pulled her baby sister’s shirt down before helping her sit up. “Think you can finish your work now with a better attitude?”

Tara rolled her eyes, still out of breath and on fire from embarrassment. “Yes…as long as you leave me alone and go to bed.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?” The older quizzed with claw like fingers that threatened the younger’s exposed neck.

“No-ho!” Tara shoved her away and went back to her desk.

“That’s what I thought,” Sam nodded before turning to exit, “Now, get that done so I don’t have to come back for round two.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tara dismissed her with a wave of her hand. But just as Sam was about to shut the door, she turned around. “Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you…”

“Anytime, Tara.” Samantha gave a genuine, heartwarming smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[moonhowler]

More of my Hazbin oc Maya!

When she died and went to hell, Maya was deeply confused, disoriented, and scared. Imagine the last thing you remember is getting hit by a truck, and then waking up in a city that looks like Las Vegas but with scary looking demons and murder/cannibalism being legal? That's exactly what happened to her.

Frightened and shaky, Maya walked aimlessly around the streets of hell trying to keep a low profile. She was never religious in life and simply assumed that nothing came after death and you would fall into a permament sleep like state. She figured it suited her to be in hell though, after all she was convinced she was an awful person...

And that's when she saw her reflection in a random store glass. Maya was utterly shocked! Scared looking goat like eyes stared back at her. She no longer looked human, she was just as hellish and creepy looking as the other demons walking around her.

Everything became too much for her. Suddenly dying, going to hell, the new smells, bright lights, demons, and chaos around her, plus knowing she probably would never see her siblings again...the poor thing ended up having a meltdown.

Maya covered her now pointy ears and screamed loudly. She was hyperventilating and crying her heart out. She was terrified. She needed to flee! She started running as fast as she could, looking for a safe space to hide. She was so out of it she didn't notice that everyone around was staring at her.

After a while, the new sinner ended up in a quiet alley. Since Maya was rather short, she managed to get in a big box that was next to some trash bags. She kept her ears covered and her eyes shut, her new tail tucked between her legs as she sobbed.

And that's how Charlie and Vaggie found her. They had followed, as the couple had witnessed everything that happened and decided to help this girl out. They exchanged worried glances and nodded, both managing to communicate without saying a single word.

After like 15 minutes, both girls managed to calm Maya down. They talked to her sofly, as if she was a frightened child. Eventually her cries turned into sniffles and whimpering. Maya was still scared, but this new strangers didn't seem so bad or as frightening as everyone else. They made her feel oddly safe.

Made her feel oddly little too. Maya found this new sensation very weird and confusing. She had never experienced such a thing before. Maya felt...younger? She didn't fully understand it, but she was too tired to fight it off. Her body was on autopilot as she started nibbling on her fingers.

Both Charlie and Vaggie understood what was going on and decided to take the girl to the hotel. They weren't sure if the girl knew what age regression was and they didn't want to scare her any further, so they took care of her simply by being there for her, trying to not baby talk or offer her any little gear, but still give comfort and cuddles if needed.

The next morning Maya snapped out of it and could finally have a conversation with the couple. Even though she was embarrassed, she was still grateful and made sure to thank them.

Charlie then explained everything to the new sinner! How hell worked, her plan to redeem the souls of her people, the exterminations, and also about age regression and how they thought she involuntary regressed yesterday.

Maya didn't say a word, just nodded. It was a lot to take in, but figured that she would understand everything better over time. Charlie and Vaggie also offered her to stay at the hotel, which Maya accepted as these 2 women seemed very kind so far and she didn't have anywhere to go.

And that's how Maya ended up becoming a resident at the hotel! Her age regression unfortunately, (according to her) came to stay, as she started regressing more often even if she tried to push it away. Vaggie and Charlie didn't mind, assured her it was a healthy coping mechanism, and made sure to take care of her whenever it happened.

Maya felt guilty about it though. These two girls gave her a warm place to stay and took care of her while she gave nothing in return. She felt like a burden...and that's when she decided to help them out! She fully supported Charlie's dream and wanted to help them make it into a reality, so whenever she was in her normal headspace, she helped them fix stuff around the hotel and also became a general assistant.

That's it for now! I dunno if anyone is interested in her as a character, but if you are feel free to ask.

[idontlikeyou77]

I'm so happy, my baby girl trusted be with very private info, and no I won't share unless she is comfortable with it and even then not without her doing it herself. I got her a bedtime schedule to follow that will have some tweaks to it, and now she has even said she loves me and called me dada. My life is so much better with her in it, and chances are that the host when I'm not front stuck will have a better life as well.

--♕Eli

[tnyvampzcastle]

Shark dada/mama + mermaid tot !! Drew this for a giveaway entry and it’s me and my mama/dada !!

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