#smallishbeans agere

[theconstellationprincess]

Brain dump of Joel I did on discord (Joel Smallishbeans I’m coming for you)

- He can get awkward surrounding his regression, but once he’s regressed, he’s all in

- Has a complicated relationship with regression that really only got worse with the life series

- Struggles with communicating his needs about his regression and when regressed

- Etho obsessed oh my gosh. He’d never admit it when big, but now that he’s on Hermitcraft, every time he slips he wanders the distance to Ethos base to see him

- Him and Iskall play pretend, but not normal games like permit office or postman, they play divorce and stuff. Their CGs get a kick out of it.

- On SOS, he spent a lot of time doing the pillager takes small. The trio of them regressed a lot with eachother and it was very fun.

- Enjoys doing more graffiti on Impulses city wall when small, but with washable chalk/paints because it can get a little chaotic and messy

- Scar will let him visit the animals when he’s small, and also make the train noise. This makes them both very happy

[immeasurablesaladagere]

A Wildcard is Active - Team Self-Sufficient

Series - A Wildcard is Active

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Words: 4973

Summery: By a stroke of bad luck, both Gem and Joel end up as children and are determined not to let anyone know. There are reds about, it’s not safe for them to be alone without an adult to protect them. When they run into trouble in a cave, they're forced to ask the Bamboozlers for help.

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On the first morning of the fourth session, Joel allowed himself to stay in bed just a bit longer and take in the snail-less peace and quiet. No more running about constantly looking over his shoulder for deadly flying mollusks, just a nice easy doze in the Charger, living the life.

Gem was already up and about, cooking breakfast by the smell of it. Somehow session three had been a breeze for her and now she was going around being all productive. Showoff. 

“Joel! Breakfast is ready!”

As much as he wanted to roll over and doze for another thirty minutes, the start of the session would wait for no man. They only had a short time before the next wildcard activated for the week and they needed to pound back as many calories as possible if they wanted to keep up with whatever craziness Grian had in store this time.

So out of bed and into their makeshift kitchen he went, rubbing the sleep crusties out of his eyes. “Quit yer yelling, what if I’d been sleepin’ still?”

“Then you needed to get up anyway. Wildcard rolls in an hour, up and ‘attem!” Gem said with the chipperness of someone who hadn’t spent the last week fearing for her life, and slid two plates of eggs, toast, and bacon onto the table.

“Yeah, yeah. Easy for you to say, you dirty snail-lover.”

“Hey! Who made you breakfast?”

“You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry.” Joel shovelled a forkful of bacon into his mouth and groaned. “S’really good.”

Gem chuckled. “Well don’t make it weird! Maybe I shouldn’t be cooking for you.”

“No, please, I’ll be eating nothing but bread all season.” He whined. “Seriously, this is great, thanks Gem.”

“Well of course! We’re going to need the energy!” She finished her glass of milk in one go and got up to start putting her dishes away because holy moly, she ate fast. “What’s on the to-do list for today?”

There were about a million answers to that question, seeing as no one got anything done last week. Diamonds, finish the base, make traps, go to the nether; but of course what they’d like to do didn’t matter so much as what they could do once the wildcard hit. “Dunno. Some mining, maybe hit the nether if Grian hasn’t rigged it to explode or sumfing. I need redstone and gunpowder.”

“Ooo, yeah, the nether sounds good. I don’t know if they’ve found the fortress yet, so maybe there’s still some potion stuff left.” 

The moment the last piece of toast was in his mouth Gem was snatching his plate out from under him and dumping it in the sink.

“Oi!”

She stuck her tongue out at him. 

Well, might as well get started on the list. “If gonna try to finish the base while nofing’s going on, head’s up for falling deepslate in here!”

“If you get rock dust in my kitchen I’ll put you on yellow!” She called after him.

The base was coming along nicely, it just needed a few finishing touches. Trim here and there, polish the windows, sand off a few edges. He grabbed his tools from the starter base and climbed up onto the hood of the car. Maybe he could even finish before the session started.

-

“Joel! Wildcard!”

He could not. Joel sighed and set down his tools as the colourful ellipses appeared in his vision and Gem came outside. They had to be prepared for anything, and it was much safer to find out the gimmick together. They both braced for the worst. Floor is lava? Levitation? Permanent nighttime? More snails?

A Wildcard is Active.

The two of them did a hasty once-over of themselves. 

“Hearts and hunger are the same,” Gem reported.

“No effects, and you’re not dying right now so no floor-is-lava. Darn, I was hoping for that one.” He didn’t feel any different, and nothing around them seemed immediately strange. It was almost more unsetting that he couldn’t pinpoint the twist right away. 

“You were hoping I would die?”

“No, no, but you know what I mean. I was so sure that’d be one of them!” He patted himself down. “I don’t feel weird. Do I look weird?”

“More than normal? No.” She smirked.

“Wow, rude!”

He was about to accept that maybe Grian had miraculously decided to do something low-key this session. Maybe it was nether-based or mob-based and wouldn’t be nearly as big a deal as the murder snails and the hunger. Sure, it would put a mild spanner in the works but they would live. But then he felt it. His entire body suddenly felt… buzzy. Like pins and needles all over.

“Um, actually… Maybe I do feel a bit weird…” 

Gem shifted from foot to foot, rubbing a hand up and down her arms. “You feel it too? What is that?” Her eyes widened. “Oh my— Joel, you’re smoking!”

“I know that Gem, but I’m married so—“ Oh. Sure enough, his arms were giving off a faint purple mist, and now that he noticed it, so was Gem. “Woah, you’re smoking too! What on earth is this? Gah, I hate this feeling!”

In seconds the smoke went from tiny wisps to thick fog that surrounded him completely, and he could just barely make out Gem disappearing behind her own cloud as the smoke consumed him and everything went dark.

Then a moment later he was back again, lying face down on the car and tingly all over. He groaned. Was it weakness? Why did he feel like he was just tossed around by a ravager? He went to sit up and was rocked by a wave of dizziness. “Ugh, oh dear…” He mumbled, and then slowly his words caught up to his spinny brain. 

Something was wrong with his voice. It was higher, and weirder. 

“Joel!?” Came a squeaky cry from the ground, one that sounded eerily familiar. 

He shuffled forward to the edge of the base and oh, that was a long way down. Standing in a fun-size suit of armour and using a sword much too big for her to prop herself up was Gem. Tiny Gem. She looked no older than seven, maybe eight at the absolute most.

“Gem! What’s happened to you?” He called down, and yeah, his voice was definitely wrong. 

“Me? What about you? You’re teeny!”

He took a proper look at himself and his new tiny body, squishy arms, and stubby hands. Oh, this was terrible. 

“Are we all kids? Is that the twist!? That’s horrible!” How were they supposed to survive like this!?

Gem fumbled to pull out her spyglass and looked across the field to their neighbours. “No, not everyone! Tango’s still big over there, but Etho and Bdubs are little!”

“So only some of us? And we both get made into stupid toddlers? That’s not fair!” He pouted.

Their communicators were suddenly flooded with messages, mostly panicked gibberish from everyone who had been baby-fied and gushing from everyone who hadn’t. From the looks of it every group had at least one normal adult; between Scott, Cleo, Pearl, and Impulse there were three, except for them.

“This is bad, right?” Gem asked nervously, “There’s yellows and reds and if they know we don’t have someone protecting us… what if they kill us?” Joel hadn’t even thought of that. “Come down from there, we gotta find a place to hide!”

He went to climb down, but stopped when he saw the steep drop down the windshield to the ground. Suddenly his stomach was twisting into knots and he couldn’t bring himself to slide down. “Uh…”

“What’s wrong?” Gem asked with a look of growing worry, “Are you… scared?”

Joel’s ears burned. “N-no! Just, um…” So it was messing with their heads as well.

Gem seemed to understand, and careful to stay out of sight from their nosy neighbours, she crept around to the front of the car and built up a few blocks. When she got close enough, she held out her arms for him to slide into. “I’ll catch you.”

Absolutely not. He would rather die right then and there. “I don’t need your help!” 

Gem rolled her eyes. “Sure you don’t, now come on! Before someone sees us!” She hissed.

Without much of a choice, Joel took a deep breath and pushed himself down the hood of the car with a squeak and landed safely in Gem’s arms. Once he was safely back on solid ground, she immediately began to manhandle him.

“C’mon, c’mon!” She dragged him by the hand to their starter base and to his dismay, she was indeed much taller than he was, and she was able to pull him like he was a bundle of feathers. “Grab as much food and stuff as you can.” She said, and began rifling through their chests.

“Wha— okay, where’re we going?” The chests were so hugehe almost couldn’t reach into the bottom and he had to stand on his tip-toes to reach a pile of bread.

“We’re gonna hide underground. No one’s gonna wanna come look for us down there.” Gem said, like she’d thought the whole thing through already. She dropped a stack of torches and loose coal into her inventory.

“For all week? That’s a long time.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, I know, that’s why we’re getting all this stuff. We can come back up for food if we really gotta, but we can’t let anyone know that we’re both kids. That’d be super bad.”

Joel snickered. “You’re talkin’ funny.”

She scoffed, offended. “Am not! And don’t be mean to your elders!”

“You are not my elder! Look at you!”

“Uh-huh, and what does that make you? Look how small you are compared to me! You’re just a baby!” She teased, ruffling his hair.

“Oi, you—“

“—Gem? Joel? Are you here?”

They froze. Bdubs. And where there was Bdubs, there was Tango, and Tango was red. Gem hurried them to the wall and dug into it, boxing them in. They both held their breaths as multiple sets of feet walked around their base.

“Awe, they’re not here.” Bdubs.

“Do you think they’re kids, too?” Etho.

“Oh, I wanna see kid-Joel so bad! I bet he’d be real tiny.”

“C’mon Dubs, let’s go find the others.”

The footsteps walked away, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s dig down.” Gem whispered. She lit a torch and the little box they were crammed in filled with light, which he liked a lot more than the dark. Joel tried his best to stay out of her way as she began to dig a tunnel down, and he was put on torch-duty, keeping it lit all the way down.

After what felt like forever, they finally hit a cave. It was really dark, which was both good and bad. Good because it meant no one had been there yet, and bad because Joel was very quickly learning his little kid brain didn’t like the dark very much.

“I don’t hear any monsters.” Gem said, peering into the hole, “Gimme the torches.” She took one more look around, then scooted down from their safe ledge into the cave. The torch in her hand lit up the walls around them just enough for him to see just how much further the cave went. It was already huge, but it seemed even huger because they were so small. The empty void made his stomach feel fluttery. He took out his sword and gripped it tight.

“Put the torches down, Gem! So the mobs don’t spawn!” He said urgently. Gem turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re really jumpy, huh?” She smiled.

“I-I’m not! We just have to be careful. What— w-what if mobs do more damage ‘cause we’re tiny? Didjya ever think of that, Ms. Not— uh, Afraid?”

It was meant to be a jab but she just started giggling. “This is adorable. You look so pouty!” 

She was so busy laughing at his expense she didn’t notice the creeper emerging from the darkness and scuttling towards her.

“Gem, watch out!” 

She whirled around just in time to pull up her shield before the creeper blew up in her face and sent her staggering back into the wall. 

“Are you okay!?” He called, timidly crouching over the ledge. 

Gem chuckled nervously, brushing off some of the stone bits that got on her clothes and hair. “Yep, all good! Maybe the torches are a good idea…”

As Gem placed down torches he cautiously climbed down into the cave, keeping a sweaty hold on the handle of his shield. He hated just how blummin’ nervous he felt. He shouldn’t have cared if it was dark or if there might be monsters lurking around the corner, but suddenly the thought of leaving the light and Gem’s side was the worst thing ever. Stupid kid brain, stupid kid body. 

“Okay! We’re okay, we’re fine.” She chirped, “We’ve got torches, an’ our swords and shields, we’ll be fine.” It sounded like she was trying to tell herself that just as much as she was telling him, which strangely did make him feel better. At least we wasn’t the only scaredy-cat, even if Gem was better at hiding it than him. “Let’s go find some iron. We might even be deep enough to find diamonds!”

Right. Diamonds, iron, focus on that. “We’re gonna be so rich, Gem. All those silly fools up there are gonna be freakin’ out about being stupid babies and we’re gonna have full diamond!”

“There, that’s the spirit. Do you— um...” She offered her hand to him with a small smile. “You can be our shield, and I’ll protect us with the sword. How’s that sound?”

Joel scowled at her hand and reluctantly, to the death of his pride, took it. This was the worst day. He was going to have a talk with Grian when this was all over. The jerk was probably an adult as well, knowing him and the stupid universe. “Fine. But only for teamwork.”

“Teamwork.” Gem agreed, and they descended into the darkness.

-

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Gem asked, throwing a few more loose pieces of wood into their little campfire.

It wasn’t. Sure, the dark still wasn’t very nice and they hadn’t had much luck with diamonds, but their trek through the cave got them a lot of iron, nearly a stack between them. “I wasn’t worried. I knew we were gonna be fine the whole time.” 

“Uh-huh. And when you screamed like a girl ‘cause you saw a spider you were totally gonna take it down, right?”

He nodded, dumping as much raw iron as he could fit into the furnace. “Yep, you just got their first. Silly Gem, stealin’ my kills.”

Even though he’d been trying not to think about it, he appreciated what Gem was doing. Both of their minds were being affected by the wildcard, but it was embarrassingly obvious that he had it worse, probably because he seemed to be the ‘younger’ of the two of them. And all the while dealing with her own nervousness and keeping them safe, she was talking to him like a normal person and keeping him steady. The good-natured ribbing kept everything feeling light when the scary cave sounds started to get to him, and she wasn’t being overbearing or babying him. It was almost like session one again; a normal day, just ever so slightly shorter than two blocks tall.

“Here, pork chop’s ready.” Gem passed him a stick with a cut of cooked pork chop skewered on it. Even without any seasonings, it smelled delicious.

“Fanks, Gem.” He devoured the whole thing in a few large bites, much to Gem’s disgust. One of the few upsides to being so small was that they were going through much less food than usual, and one pork chop was all he needed to feel properly full again. 

“So,” He burped, “We’re really gonna stay down here all week?”

Gem nodded and started making something on the crafting table. “Thas’ the plan.”

“Aw, but that’s a bit boring, isn’t it? I wanna have some fun too…” He kicked a little stone away and the clacking echoed off the walls.

“Do you wanna have fun, or do you wanna stay alive?”

How could she be so tiny and still act like such a mum? “Stay alive, I guess.” He pouted.

She turned around and laid a thin wool sleeping bag on the floor with the tiniest pillow Joel had ever seen. “That’s what I thought. I’ll take first watch. I didn’t bring enough wool, so sorry it’s not very good...” 

There was no way he could be upset about the sleeping bag, not when she was making that face. If they were on the surface Joel was sure Gem could get them whatever they wanted just by giving someone puppy eyes. “No, no, it’s fine! It looks super comfy. In fact,” He crawled over to it and nestled inside to show her. Stones dug into his back. “See? I could fall asleep right now.” He made an exaggerated yawn.

Gem chuckled. “I ‘precicate it, but you don’t hav’ta lie. Your pudgy little face doesn’t hide anything.”

“Going to sleep now!” He yelled, turning over and pressing his face into the pillow. “Honk-shoo, honk-shoo, see? Sleeping.”

“Have a good sleep, Joel.”

-

“Joel, get up, get up, come on!”

Joel barely had time to remember where he was before he was on his feet and they were running. His half-asleep legs stumbled to catch up and Gem was half-dragging him, and between his bleary eyes and the unlit cave he could barely see where they were going.

“Gem, what on earth— what’s going on!? What are we runni—“ Two arrows whizzed past his head much too close for comfort, and that woke him up.

“There were so many, I—I couldn’t kill them all!” Gem exclaimed. They took a hard left at a fork and two more zombies joined the chase from the right. There were at least six mobs behind them, probably more. There was no time to pull out their shields, they’d surely be overwhelmed instantly, which meant they’d just have to find a place to hide.

“Gem this is bad, this is so bad!”

Gem cried out as an arrow lodged itself in her shoulder, and then another. “I-I know, I know, keep running!”

They rounded another corner and skidded to a halt. Dead end. Joel raised his shield to catch another arrow but the mobs were getting close fast. They were dead. 

He yelped as Gem grabbed him by the scruff and pushed him into a corner. “Ow! Gem, what—?” She began haphazardly surrounding him in cobblestone, and Joel’s stomach sank. “Wait, G-Gem, what are you— what are you doing?”

“I’m low, my shield’s almost gone,” She panted, and her splitting shield took another hit, this time from the zombie at the head of the pack gnawing viciously at the wood. “Stay in here, I’ll come back for you, okay?”

“Gem, no!” His heart was pounding. He could only see a sliver of Gem’s scared but resigned expression through the gap now. More zombies caught up, groaning and forcing her back. “Gem—!”

The last block slid into place and he was plunged into darkness just as the message rang out.

Geminitay was slain by a zombie

-

This wildcard is a nightmare.

Jimmy watched, exhausted, as Lizzie tried to coach Scar up a tree for the third time. While a good “parent” might have stopped it by now, falling out of a tree was about the safest thing they had been up to over the last twenty-four hours. If all he had to do was pass out snacks for regen every time Scar fell, that was fine by him.

He truly believed Grian’s games simply hated him personally. Why else would he be the only adult in his team? The yellow life, the canary, the one who attracted death, keeping two children safe. What was the universe thinking? And of course in all the nonsense he hardly had any time to think about how he was going to get his next kill. Lizzie had been trying to help, but most of her ideas ended up drifting in a fantastical or hypothetical Jimmy-is-suddenly-amazing-at-pvp scenario and hadn’t come to fruition. 

“Jimmy, look! I made it!” 

Sure enough, Scar had finally managed to clamber up next to Lizzie on the branch, smiling proudly down at him.

“Wow, look at that! Don’t fall please, I’m running out of bread!”

“I won’t, I’m being very careful.” Scar waved him off, then wobbled and caught himself. “See? Careful.”

“Mm-hm.”

Bzz-bzzt.

Oh? What’s gone on now? He pulled out his communicator.

Geminitay was slain by a zombie

<Smajor1995: ???>

<Grian: red/yellow kill??>

<BDoubleO100: gem’s baby I kno it>

Huh. Gem and Joel had been missing for the entire session so far, and for her to die to a zombie of all things, she must have been seriously caught off-guard. Or small, came the thought, but even then Joel probably would have been looking after her, what with his whole “family” bit. Was he seriously being a better parent than Joel right now? He smiled to himself. What an idea.

And so, continuing his streak of great parenting, he went back to supervising. 

“Wo-OAH!”

And down Scar went, taking Lizzie with him and hitting the ground with a thump. 

“Owwww, Scaaar! That hurt!” Lizzie whined.

“Sorry, sorry! I was tryin’a get higher!”

Jimmy just sighed and fished two more loaves of bread from his inventory. “Come on now, no arguing, just take your bread.”

Thankfully even though Lizzie and Scar had proven themselves to be quite the tiny squabblers so far, the snacks seemed to settle them enough to just sticking their tongues out at one another and throwing crumbs. It was in the middle of their picnic when he heard someone yelling his name, and he turned to see Gem running towards him. Sure enough, she was a kid maybe the same age as Lizzie, and she looked all out of sorts.

“Gem! Where’ve you been, eh? What’s going on?”

“Y-You gotta— you—“ She gasped, out of breath and stumbling over her words, “You— we need help!”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “What? Slow down, who’s ‘we’? You and Joel?”

Gem nodded quickly. “We— we were in a cave and I was s’posed to protect him b-but I couldn’t an’ there w-were so many mobs an’—!“

“Hey, hey, woah, easy.” He knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her small shoulders. This was still so weird. “Deep breaths, ready? In…” She took a harsh breath in. “Out.” She released it. “Now, tell me what’s happened.”

Gem swallowed hard and Jimmy swore he could see the faintest hint of tears forming in her eyes. “Me and Joel are b-both kids, a-and I said we should hide ‘cause we had no adult to protect us so we went into a cave. I-It was my idea an’ I was s’posed to keep him safe, b-but there were so many mobs and—and I di-died and now Joel’s trapped down there and it’s all my fault!” She blurted, and a few stray tears fell down her cheeks.

Oh boy. “Well, that is a lot, isn’t it?” He said stupidly, and then rushed to correct himself when Gem’s face scrunched up like she was about to start bawling, “B-But don’t worry, we’ll get this all sorted, yeah? Where is he? I’ll help you rescue him.”

“In a cave under our base. I gotta show you, w-we dug it ourselves.” She sniffled, collecting herself. Thank admins.

“Alright, well…” He looked over to Lizzie and Scar, who were watching with wide eyes. “Lizzie, I put you in charge. Go back home with Scar and play some board games or something until I get back. Or go play with the neighbours, whatever, just something safe, alright?”

Lizzie got a look of genuine seriousness about her and nodded, and the two of them ran off towards the mountain.

Jimmy offered his hand to Gem. “Alright, lead the way.”

-

The staircase down into their cave was a tight squeeze, but once they were in the mouth of the cave opened up considerably. For an undiscovered cave it was very large and, other than a few of Gem’s stray torches, very dark.

“Jimmyyy!” Gem urged, “Hurry, this way!”

“Right, right, hurrying!”

He heard the mobs before he saw them, and there were a lot. At least two skeletons, a handful of zombies, and a spider. No wonder they’d been overwhelmed, even he was going to need to be careful about this. He motioned for Gem to stay back and brought up his shield, steeling himself with a breath for courage. Why Gem came to him with this was beyond him, but there was no turning back now. Joel needed him. Heck, Gem needed him. He peered around the corner where the pack was clustered around a cobblestone box and noticed a single creeper mixed into the bunch. Bingo. 

“Hey, big stupid mobs! Come and get me!” He shouted, and the entire group turned to come towards him. The creeper scuttled faster, pushing its way to the front, exactly what he was hoping for. He hid behind his shield as they all clustered together and the creeper hissed to life.

BOOM

The only surviving skeleton was easy to cut down with his sword, and he let out a huff of relief as the bones clattered to the floor. He did it. Holy moly he did it.

“Joel!” Gem rushed past him to the cobblestone box.

He helped her break away the stone, and inside the box with not so much as a torch sat Joel, who was maybe even younger than Scar, curled in on himself and shaking like a cold strider. A tiny part of Jimmy, the tiniest, ugliest part, whispered in his ear how easy it would be to get a dark green kill right now. How simple.

No. Not like this.

“I-I don’ l-like this wildcard…” Joel whined, before bursting into tears.

“Oh Joel, buddy, it’s alright…” Jimmy tried to comfort. His hands hovered uncertainly. A quick glance at Gem told him she wasn’t doing much better and was just barely keeping it together. He needed to come up with something quickly. 

Without stopping to consider the possible awkward consequences, he did the first thing he could think of. He reached down and scooped Joel into his arms.

“Hey, shhh, you’re alright, you’re okay… shhh. Uncle Tim’s gotcha now, everything’s gonna be A-OK.” He hushed, letting every soothing phrase he could think of tumble out of his mouth like alphabet soup. He threw in a little gentle rocking, pet Joel’s hair, anything he could think of until finally the shaking and crying began to settle. The shoulder of his jacket was soaked through with snot and tears by the time Joel properly came back around, but that was fine. He would just have to dunk it in the river or something later.

Joel sniffled and sat up slightly, using one hand to scrub at his face while the other stayed firmly clutched in his shirt. “Ugh… sorry about that, Jim. This whole kid ‘fing sucks…”

“…Joel? Are you okay?” Gem mumbled, face flushed and eyes puffy.

Joel thought for a second, then nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just got a bit scary there, y’know? Stupid baby brain didn’ like the dark.”

“M’so sorry…” She warbled, sounding on the edge of tears again, and Jimmy had to put a stop to that right away.

“Nope, no more crying!” He announced, maybe a bit too loudly, “Everything’s alright now. You did the best you could, Gem. See? Joel’s still on six lives because of you.”

“But I—“

“No buts! You did a good job protecting Joel, and Joel was very brave for staying safe down here by himself. Can we all agree?”

“Haha, butts.” He heard Joel mutter against his shirt. Jimmy counted that as a win.

“Perfect. Now we’re all going to get out of this cave, and you two can spend the night with the Bamboozlers, how does that sound?”

“Like a sleepover?” Gem tilted her head like a puppy, and now that they weren’t in a crisis, man, these guys were cute. 

“Yeah, like a sleepover. C’mon now, I’ve got to get back to Lizzie and Scar before they destroy the server.” He went to set Joel down, only for him to cling tighter and wrap his legs around his torso like a koala. Jimmy was happy to keep carrying him; if he was being honest he expect Joel to start thrashing to be let go the moment he came back to himself, but if he still needed it then Jimmy certainly wasn’t going to judge. Plus, one day it was going to be an amazing story to hold over his head. Maybe not today, but someday.

“So,” Joel said, a cheeky smile on his face as they started up to the surface, “‘Uncle Tim’, huh?”

Jimmy wordlessly reached up and pushed Joel’s head back against his shoulder. “Hush.”

[evepack]

hc that little!joel needs a sippy cup, based entirely of the three times Joel actually spilled water and coke in his keyboard lol

[babeyyopossumm]

binged grians 100 hrs series in a day and gosh,, theyre such brothers,,

living in a hardcore world MUST be stressful so obviously i was thinking of the three as bbies

[buncakey]

Little Painter

first fic woooo !!!

based on these posts 1, 2, by @little-froglight!

fandom: Empires SMP (s1)

characters: moth hybrid!little!Joel

372 words, no warnings

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Joel stepped back from the wall of his palace, looking his work up and down. The bright orange wall was smeared in pinks and greens, resembling various plants and bugs. His wings fluttered happily looking it over, lifting him off the ground for a second before he dropped again, stumbling a bit.

The short moth hybrid soon noticed a gross, dry feeling on his hands. Looking at them, the dye which nearly coated past his wrists had quickly begun to dry in the mesa heat. He flicked his hands with a small noise of discomfort, but the stupid colors refused to come off! He huffed, sticking out his tongue in a pout. He had to guess the quickly drying dye was on his face too, as the same yucky feeling was present there.

He wasn’t sure what to do, as he never liked getting wet. It made his wings feel heavy, and his clothes stuck to his skin in a gross manner. He huffed again, before going around into the palace to find something that could help. The palace was huge, and mostly filled with empty corridors and large, unused rooms.

Joel had tried to find the bathroom, to begrudgingly wipe off some of the dye, but got distracted by a disgustingly plain wall in the hallway, and in a matter of seconds the little moth was already back to work. The wall was mostly pink with green around the sides, so he used his blues and oranges to paint. He got so absorbed in his work, he didn’t even notice he was only adding more dye to his skin.

After a while, he slowed in his painting, suddenly it wasn’t as fun as he quickly became aware of everything again. He never noticed the fog was there until it was gone, as usual.

Joel stepped back, looking over the wall, then himself. He sighed, realizing all the cleaning he’d have to do, now big again. The king figured it best to go clean himself up first, he could clean the walls later. He just hoped no one visited before then, the stupid drawings were so embarrassing.

…well, not that he’d ever stop his little self from doing it if he could.

[dragon-queen21]

@little-froglight Regressed Joel I did based on your posts. 💚 💚 Hope you like it :3

[juicezone]

Puppy pet regressor Joel Smallishbeans please? He’s so baby to meeee ~theconstellationprincess

His favorite game is he goes out and just drags So Many Large Stick back home and then he has to show each stick off and sometimes he will do it numerous times so you better be ready!!

he's also the type to play catch/frisbee or something and be like NO TAKE. ONLY THROW!!!!

[image ID: Character is Smallishbeans, a minecraft character. He is wearing a dark brown short-sleeved shirt with a lighter brown long-sleeved shirt underneath. He is wearing tan shorts, and green sneakers with a pawprint in the corner of the shoes. He has gloves on that have a pawprint in the palm and a tail. He is dragging a large branch with one hand and raising his other hand. The background is grayish-blue blob, and there is a green text-box that says, "Look at my stick! Hey! Guys, lookit!" End image ID]

[DNI Banner says: SFW interaction only! DNI if: nsfw/kink, ddlg/varients, anti-lgbtq+, anti endo]

Check my pinned if you’re interested in sending in an agere/related art request ^^!

[babyangelcakess]

Intro post !! 🍼 ><

The basics 🪽

> SFW !!

> My name is Angel! I am an age regressor. ( 2 - 8 )

> He/him

> Big age : 16

> INFP

> 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

> ADD

> agere + otherkin + copinglink

> I’ve been involuntary age regressing since I was about 9 ( was regressing to like, 4 at that time )

> Now I sometimes involuntarily regress, but not often since I’ve been having trouble getting fully into the headspace

> I use agere / age dreaming as a coping mechanism !

> I often feel sick aaaa

> I currently have no CG ( if anyone is interested, click here :3 )

> DMs are open, just keep in mind that I get anxious when talking to people and get scared to message first 😭 ( No venting to me, also. I usually want to help, but never know what to do and it worries me )

> Keep the cursing to a minimum with me please !

> I often interact with sfw fandom agere posts because they’re comforting ^u^

> Tags !!

( #angel’s agere - all my agere content )

( #angel’s babble - random thoughts/ramble in littlespace )

( #angel’s corner - anything random )

Who can’t interact 🪽

> NSFW / kink blogs

> Basic DNI ( racism, homophobia, antis, etc… )

> People who sexualize agere

> Bullies / mean people

Who can interact 🪽

> Anyone not toxic

> Other sfw agere blogs

> Caregivers

Media I like 🪽

> DDLC

> TBHK

> The Arcana

> Helluva boss

> Hazbin hotel

> TADC

> Bluey

> MLP

> Equestria girls

> Octonauts

> Disney princesses

> Arcane

> HSR

> TOH

> EAH

> OM !

> Spiderverse

> Genshin

> Deltarune

> Lego movies

> Nimona

> Sanrio

> Vocaloid

> Roblox

> Minecraft

> Ponytown

> Empires SMP

> Animal Jam

> Animal crossing

> Monster high

> ( Youtubers ) LaurenZside, Dangthatsalongname, LDShadowLady, Flamingo, Polarcub, Shubble, SmallishBeans, Lets Game It Out, Danny Gonzales, Kurtis Conner, Drew Gooden, Jarvis Johnson

All media that is 18+ ( like HH & HB ) will not include any inappropriate or explicit content and will be agere safe if I post about it !!

Other stuff I like 🪽

> Plushies

> Blankies

> Coloring

> Music

> MLP MUSIC <333

> Dolls

> Pacis

> Pink

> Reality shifting

> Slime, playdough, kinetic sand ( things like that )

> Toys

> Baking

> Cats

> Just animals in general

> Candy

Kins 🪽

> Sayori ( DDLC )

> Blitzø ( Helluva Boss )

> Yuri ( DDLC )

> Anzu ( The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbyes )

> Gwen Stacy ( Spiderverse )

[shineshinebear]

shine ,, eighteen ,, she/they/he ,, sfw agere.

i reblog & interact with a lot of sfw agere/agedre blogs so please, if you wouldn't show your blog to a child - do not interact with me !! & no homophobia, ableism, etc.

this is a safe space for SFW age regressors and age dreamers. NSFW DNI PLS!!

some things i like while small:

teenage mutant ninja turtles - mostly 2012 but will happily talk about any version

tinkerbell movies

a lot of childhood shows such as blue's clues, barney & friends, jarmies, etc - i will often watch these in Polish especially if i'm anxious, etc

rise of the guardians - one of my all time comfort movies

monster high, ever after high, barbie & possibly bratz

mcyt - ldshadowlady, smallishbeans & other child friendly minecraft content creators (please don't bring up dsmp, etc. they're not child friendly!)

i hope we can be friends !! - shiny <3

[ok-ish-last-life-headcannons]

AgeRe Last lifers cause brain go brrr

for most of them it's ussually unpleasant regression, due to the fear and stress they normally experience.

Impulse! He regresses from 7-10! His caregiver is Jimmy cause i just think there neat as a cg little duo, Jimmy would love to spoil him, and does when he has the chance

Grian! if you know me from Ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcannons, you know i love mama bird grian, so both regressor and Mama bird grian! He uses different pronouns when small! (Chi/Chirp!) He's an older regressor, and regresses from 11-13! Mumbo used to be his caregiver, then it was Joel, Joel was more lenient than mumbo though, He let grian drink monster when small once,, never again

Scar's a regressor aswell! He regress from 2-4, vry small kiddo, he also gave scar monster, same time he gave it to grian actually. It was chaos, they set something on fire on accident and just kept saying sorry for like an hour despite joel saying it's ok-

Thats all for today!

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober day 4: Sensory Deprivation, Alternate Prompt: Motion Sickness

Empires s2 with Pix + Joel (and mentioned Fwhip), minor agere @froggymarsh

tw for emetophobia (not graphic, very minor)

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Pix closed his eyes as Joel continued the tour across Stratos. As beautiful as the floating city was, and it was very beautfiul, Pix wasn't the biggest fan of heights. Mountains he could handle, tops of abandoned castles, because he had his feet on solid ground and still felt a connection to the Earth.

Up here, in Stratos, there is none of that. Walking in the city feels nothing like any material down on the ground, and there is no sense of connection to the history he is so familiar with up here. It is odd, and it's making him feel... unwell.

Joel stands in front of a statue, and Pix wants to pay attention to him, because he does find this fascinating, but his world is spinning around him and he's somewhat worried he's about to faint. The roiling of his stomach grows stronger, and he has no control over the fact that when he opens his mouth to tell Joel something is wrong, the only thing that comes out is most of the lunch they had not yet an hour ago.

He groans weakly and sits down (making sure to avoid the puke, which fascinatingly does not seem to sink into the ground? Floor? Material upon which Stratos is construction. Joel stops talking, and Pix feels a mixture of guilt and shame as the young God approaches him hesitantly.

"You aren't supposed to do that." Joel says petulantly, easily picking Pix up. He goes to protest, and then promptly snaps his mouth shut when the nausea threatens to overpower him again. He closes his eyes for good measure, because it is even more disorienting to be carried, and it is not long before he is laid down. He hesitantly opens his eyes, trying to give Joel a reassuring smile. He's not sure he succeeds.

"Sorry." Pix mumbles, grimacing at the taste in his mouth. He's handed a glass of water, and though he's unsure of it's origin, it tastes well enough so he drinks it. Joel is biting his nails, and Pix can help but feel endeared to him. Fond, even. He is very much like the other young emperors, of which he cares for deeply because they do not look down on him despite him being not even remotely royal in any sense of the word. He grabs his comm from where it is attached to his pants and sends a message to Fwhip, because he knows that he can care for Joel while Pix rests.

"Don't apologise for being sick." Joel tells him, narrowing his eyes, and Pix blushes a bit, because he has just had is own words thrown back at him. He sighs and leans forward, breathing deeply for a moment.

"I will be fine once I get some rest in my own bed. Will you escort me?" Joel brightens at that, at least, and PIx is glad because as much as he loves Joel and is willing to drop most anything to help him, it is harder to care for other's when you are not taking care of yourself. Joel ensures that they make the trip slowly, and Fwhip is there waiting for them when they arrive.

It does not surprise him, that when he collapses into bed and squeezes his pillow to remind himself that he is, in fact, back on solid ground where everything feels as it should, that he can still hear them nearby. It is pleasant, to hear Joel laugh as he drifts off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that he will be alright, just as Pix will be.

[mcyt-headcannons]

for whatever reason i imagine that joey regresses pretty young ? like 9 months to 3 years young, he usually regresses with scott n the other joes (joe hills n joel smallishbeans), all of which regress older then him, scott regressing between 8-16 years, joe to 8-15 yeras and joel to 9-14 years, he usually ends acting like their younger brother who follows them around while they do stuff :)

Awww

We love a good sibling dynamic

[lil-mikey]

⇰ ❂ hello!!

hi!! I’m michael but mainly call me mikey while regressed!! I’m 18 but I regress around 7-8, I am part of a system so sometimes one or two alters may show up here.

my capitalization will be all over the place while regressed because I like typing however I feel!

system blog is @thecosmos-system :D

more info about my regression below!!

♤ bio inspo from lil-bluey, craveyouagainn, bugbabie, and creacherpup ♤

DNI 〉m4ps, k1nk, nsfw, abd1, dd1g, cg1, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, racists, ableists, people who use slurs, blank blogs (unless we know you), violence/gore, agere antis, mcyt/dream smp antis (there’s a lot of mcyt/dsmp introjects)

〔 BOUNDARIES 〕

Don’t be mean to the ender system, the walkman system, the origins system, or the netherite council/system

please ask to vent and only do it if given permission

I love nicknames!!! Darling, sweetie/sweetheart, kiddo, anything nice I love pretty much

Try to use tone indicators if you can!! i overthink a lot when little and when big so those help a bunch

I think I’m okay if you swear!! Don’t do it too much though, and not directed at me please. And if I swear you are okay to “language” me i don’t think itll happen a lot but idk (this may change depending on interactions)

I don’t necessarily have a caregiver? There’s Mumza sorta but that’s it so, I don’t mind if you do a bit of it but don’t feel forced to! I’m okay either way I think :D

Don’t sexualize me, I’m uncomfortable with that even when big but this isn’t a kink or anything so even double so when I’m little

「 LIKES 」

likes » cats, bunnies, space, gemstones, minecraft, reading, comics, writing, king arthur

shows » avatar the last airbender, legend of korra, gravity falls, wow wow wubzy, wild kratts, scooby doo, backyardigans, dragon tales

movies » tangled, meet the robinsons, anastasia, megamind, robots, rise of the guardians, barbie, monster high, avalon high

youtubers/streamers » dantdm, jacksepticeye, stampy, prestonplayz, ranboo, captainsparklez, smallishbeans

☾ TAG GUIDE ☽

mikey talks - general

mikey reblog - reblogs

mikey answers - answering asks

mikey updates - blog/me updates

[alter emoj] - [alter name] - alters speaking

person! [name] - whoever I’m talking to

☼ SPECIAL TAGS ☼

n/a!

[theconstellationprincess]

I can’t sleep, so have some life series headcannons <3 ( @froggymarsh ) WILD LIFE SPOILERS

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Joel and Gem can’t really find a balance between being big and regressing, so they just go with whatever and try to make sure the other doesn’t die.

Everyone is all over the place this season oh my goodness. So many teams where there’s just… a lot of small time. Lots of fun.

Impulse is really struggling to not regress this season, because he’s used to having to be a caregiver, but that’s not happening with the other G’s.

Cleo doesn’t regress, or at least not to his knowledge, and Scott and Pearl have a system of their own, and it makes him feel like a little bit more of an outsider. He likes taking care of people, of his friends, but it’s just not happening this season.

This makes him want to regress, but then he stresses out about regressing and it’s just not good.

Bdubs is just a little guy, building his tower and hanging out with BET. The whole leader thing? He’s a very strong and good leader, of course he is, and it’s certainly not just Etho and Tango playing along.

TUFF GUYS! They are so silly to me, Etho going around leaving Life’s Tuff, being friends with everyone. Calling on big brother Joel because Bdubs is teasing him. Very baby coded.

The Spanners! Having so much fun, causing chaos, setting traps. Grian knowing what the wild card is in advance and players trying to bribe him with candy or toys while he giggles mischievously

Okay that’s all for now! If you’ve made it this far, I promise I’m working on the requests you’ve all sent!!

[theconstellationprincess]

Ethoslab, and Hermitcraft by extension never truly leaves my brain; here’s a Drabble @froggymarsh

No TWs :)

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Etho glared at his trembling hands as thunder sounded outside the shop he was currently shopping in, and definetly not hiding in from the storm. Because that would be embarrassing.

His ears flicked out and down as the loud crashing of thunder rang out again. All this because he wanted some great deals? At least he’s in a nice shop, with beverages and books.

He curls up against one of the drink machines and eyes the rain pouring down outside. He doesn’t mind the rain, he likes it, and the mud, but! He hates the sound of thunder.

Etho gripped his hair and tugged it, huffing angrily at his own reaction. It was a stupid thing to hate- thunder, because really, it was harmless, but it’s just so loud!

Suddenly, his ears pricked up as he heard the sound of rockets. Who was flying in this weather? Were they trying to get themselves struck by lightening?

When Joel flew directly into the shop Etho was sitting in with way too much speed and tumbled into a book case, Etho had his answers.

“Joel,” Etho greeted, forcing a grin. Joel was fun, but he was also loud and Etho did not want loud at that moment. “What uh, what’s up?”

“Just came to grab some books,” Joel replied, walking further into the shop. He was dripping water everywhere and it was making soft discordant noises that made Etho twitch. Joel shook his head and fling water across the floor. Drip drip drip. “What are you doing?” Joel asked him, staring down at him with confusion. Etho brought his knees up to his chest and shrugged.

“Waiting out the storm.” Etho answered after a moment, picking at a loose thread on his pants. “You shouldn’t fly in this weather, you know.” He added, looking up at where Joel was perusing the books. Joel laughed and give him a smug look.

“You’re so obsessed with me,” Joel joked, “Making up advice so I stay here with you.” Etho laughed but still felt himself blush, as he always did when Joel did his playful flirting thing. He flustered every time.

“Right,” Etho replied, there was a slight lull, and then thunder sounded and Etho jumped up, pacing the floor. He took a few shaky breaths, and found himself facing Joel, who was staring at him. Etho blinked at him.

“Are you scared of the storm?” Joe asked, and it was just a bit too soft, too concerned. Etho stiffened.

“Psh, what? Me? Of course not,” Etho claimed, looking around anxiously. His hands were tightly fisted in the fabric of his pants, to stop them from trembling. Joel narrowed his eyes at him, and took a step forward. Their faces were close together and Joel was staring at him like he was an outlier in a data set.

Another crash of thunder and Etho found himself hiding his face in Joel’s side, ears pinned down to his head. He quickly moved away, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment. “I- uh.” Etho swallowed. Joel gave him a smug look.

“Called it!” Joel said with a laugh. “Do you want to cuddle Etho? You could have just asked.” Etho looked at Joel and shrugged, chewing on his lip. He was feeling- small? Maybe a bit. Words were hard suddenly.

Another round of thunder and Etho had taken Joel up on his offer, jumping at him and sending them both to the floor so that he could hide in Joel’s chest. “‘m no’ scared,” Etho mumbled, flinching as the thunder continued to roar. “Is jus’ loud.” Joel gave a hum of understanding, and Etho couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped him because he could feel that, lying on Joel’s chest.

Joel pet Ethos head and nodded. “That’s fair, it is pretty loud isn’t it?” He asked softly. Etho nodded and closed his eyes. Lying like this, he could hear Joel’s heartbeat, and it was a much preferable sound to that of the thunder. Joel stayed quiet too, letting Etho get comfortable as they lay in a pile on the floor of the book and drink shop.

It was nice, and Etho could appreciate the quiet all the more due to the relief it provided from the loud.

[theconstellationprincess]

so i know i havent updated my empires long fic in ages but!! i have a good reason -> sad boy hours

so!! instead, here is some boat boys because I can make them sad and then happy! ( @froggymarsh )

Warnings: Self-consciousness, lmk if I should add any more!

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Etho stared at the twin statues in front of Joel's base with confusion, and a bit of embarrassment. It's not that they weren't good! They were cool, very accurate. He looked down at his coat and then back up to the statues. Very accurate.

But- well- The thing was, that Etho and Joel both knew the obsession thing was a joke, and this was- an escalation. He stared at the statues for another minute, feeling his face grow red under his mask. It was flattering, honestly, or it should be but he just felt-

Self-conscious? No that's not quite right. Imposter syndrome was close, but still not right.

He just felt that- well maybe he personally wasn't deserving of two giant statues of him in front of Joel's base. There were hermits who looked way cooler than him and would look far better as statues than him, especielly in front of Joel's base.

Etho sighed and turned around. He'd shoot Joel a letter later and the statues would come down and he could replace them with much cooler ones.

-

Etho started at the twin statues in front of his base and realised that sending the letter perhaps hadn't conveyed how he felt about the statues. The two statues of himself stared back at him, unblinking.

He heard fireworks sound off and then Joel was standing next to him.

"They look great outside your base," Joel said, grinning. Etho attempted a smile, and hoped it reached his eyes. The statues were fine! Whoever made them had done a good job making them look like Etho, the problem was that- well- they looked like Etho.

"The resemblance is uncanny," Etho replied, staring at the statues. He could see Joel turn to face him.

"Yeah, and they look great." Joel repeated, staring him down. Unblinking, like the statues. (Etho should make Joel statues, he'd probably like them. Hopefully)

"Well I mean," Etho sputtered, looking away. He felt uncomfortable- embarrassed. "They've got this ugly mug on them." Etho joked, but it felt a little too real. He cleared his throat.

Joel was still staring at him. "Admit it," Joel told him, narrowing his eyes. "Admit it, they look great."

Etho stuttered a bit, looking away and shuffling his feet. "Come on Joel-" He mumbled, turning away. Joel grabbed his sleeves.

"Just admit it! They look great because you look great." Joel insisted, shaking Etho's sleeve. Etho blushed, not because of the compliment but because Joel was getting so- so- aggressively kind. His stomach flip flopped.

"They look great," Etho finally said, looking towards that statues.

"Yeah, they do. Not that I'm obsessed with you or anything." Joel replied, rolling his eyes and flying away.

Etho laughed a bit to himself, looking at the statues again. Maybe they looked okay.