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How It All Began

Chapter Two: Living Legend

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Story Summary: Remus, son of a simple fisherman, had worked hard to become the captain of his own pirate ship. And in his humble opinion, it was going great! His crew was small but reliable and they had just stolen something that could them some nice cash from a military vessel they happened to cross on the open sea. They just needed to hide it somewhere until it was safe to sell. How lucky for them that they come across a nice, uninhabited island.

Little did Remus know just who he would find on that little piece of land and how it would change his life entirely.

Content Warning: Innuendo, Reference to Past Trauma, Past Parental Death

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Remus set off to the island again early the next morning. He hadn’t slept much, the sound of bones breaking upon hitting rocks bouncing around in his head the entire night. Instead of fruitlessly fighting his insomnia much longer, he got up with the rising sun, stuffed the box containing the seal into a satchel, found Sloane already up and about and dragged him along to the rowboat.

As he had done yesterday with Patton and Elliot, Remus left Sloane at the beach to look for a hiding place by himself, this time choosing an entirely different direction from the day before. He was looking for a spot that was easy to remember but hard to get to – he didn’t want to bury the box, because one, that was totally cliché and two, he really didn’t want to do all that digging – so a cave or hollow tree would be perfect.

It took him a while before he found an opening between two cliffs that looked somewhat deep. It was small and dark though, squeezing in there might not be the smartest move. Before he could even try, he was startled by a voice.

“You will not fit in there.” In a very reminiscent way, Remus spun around to face… the guy from yesterday? They stared at each other until Remus found his voice again.

“Wha- How? I killed you!”

“Falsehood. The injuries from the fall killed me, not your… bullet I believe they are called?” Remus just continued to stare at him in disbelief.

“Who the fuck cares how, you still died!”

“Indeed.”

“So how are you here? Are you a ghost? Am I being haunted?!” That thought honestly excited Remus a bit. He tried to look closer, maybe he could see through the guy now but nope, same as yesterday. Not even his clothes had changed.

“I am not a ghost. I died and then came back. I do not see how you are not understanding the situation.”

“Dead people don’t just come back to life!”

“That is true.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because I am immortal.”

“What?” The man cocked his head to the side.

“Do you not know of the legends of Immortals? When I was young they were quite commonly told.”

“Of course I know the legends!” Remus sputtered. “If the Elemental Spirits find one worthy, they can grant even a human the gift of immortality like the sirens. But they’re just that: legends! Like I expect some random guy I shot on a random island to just come back to life!”

The stranger nodded in understanding as if this was a typical discussion topic and he hadn’t just turned Remus’ entire world view on its head.

“I suppose that is true. Though considering you are a man of the sea, I had expected you to have some experience dealing with sirens, so I am surprised this comes as such a shock to you.” Remus was once again at a loss for words. Sure, as many others had, he had hoped that the stories were true, that humans could gain immortality the sirens had from birth, but there had never been any proof. All accounts of supposed Immortals were dubious at best. The Elemental Spirits were known to dislike humans, even before they took over the lands and destroyed many forests. It was the main reason the seas were dangerous to travel, the Spirits would not let humans take more control.

For an immortal to be in front of him now… it was a dream come true! A switch flipped in Remus’ brain and his wariness of the stranger simply evaporated. Instead, excitement shot through every fiber of his being at the realization that the one thing he had feared was impossible for him to achieve was directly in front of him. A real Immortal! He got to meet a true immortal human being! A grin broke across his face and with quick steps he made his way over to the man who was now the one to look startled.

“That means you met the Spirits? The real deal? And they approved of you? You really can’t die no matter what??” Their faces were now inches apart. The man blinked at him, the sudden change in his demeaner had probably thrown him off, before he took a step back and cleared his throat.

“Yes to all of those questions. Unless the Council deems me no longer useful and revokes their gift to me, I will revive no matter the injuries.” Remus’ grin grew impossibly wide and he let out a loud cackle. Then he grabbed the man’s hand and shook it wildly.

“Name’s Remus, Pirate Captain, and you’re going to tell me everything right now.” The man eyes him for a moment before pulling his hand back and rightening his glasses.

“Logan, biologist and botanist. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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“So how long have you been immortal?” Despite only just having properly met the man in front of him – Remus, if he remembered correctly – Logan could already tell from the expression on the man’s face that he would not rest until he had answers to all his questions. His green eyes were wide open and curious, a look Logan knew he had often worn himself as a young child and lost sometime on his way into adulthood.

Regardless, if Remus was going to question him for hours, they might as well be comfortable.

“Before you start your interrogation, would you like to accompany me to my camp? I can make us some tea and we could sit while talking.” The other blinked, obviously not having expected the invitation.

“Yeah, sure! Whatever gets you into the mood, four-eyes!” He wriggled his eyebrows in what Logan could only guess was supposed to be a suggestive manner. He decided to ignore the innuendo.

“Then please follow me, it is not far.” Logan turned around and headed deeper into the jungle. He’d been on this island for almost ten years now, he knew every nook and cranny, no need for a compass. Remus followed close behind him with loud steps.

“You can answer while we walk though, right?” The pirate captain apparently was not a patient person but that was unsurprising. Over the years, Logan had learned that few of his kind were.

“Very well. You asked about how many years it has been since I have gained my immortality, correct?”

“Not in those words but yeah.”

“I can’t say with absolute certainty, I spend a lot of time alone so keeping track of dates is not something I do diligently, but I can estimate that it was around 140 years ago.” His companion whistled.

“And you’ve been here the entire time?”

“No, I have relocated a few times once my research concluded.”

“And then you just go looking for another place to do the same thing again? Sounds pretty dull.”

“It is anything but dull,” Logan responded more sharply than he had intended. “I do this work because I enjoy it, it’s what I always wanted to do with my life.”

“And that’s why you sought out the spirits? To give you more time to do your research?”

“I didn’t seek them out which is probably why they chose to accept me.” They arrived at his camp just in time for him to dodge the follow-up questions Remus surely had in mind. His home was quite simple, and he liked it that way. It was a clearing, small enough to still be mostly covered by the canopy of the trees above to give shelter from the simpler rainfalls but big enough to give room to move around in. He had set up a fire pit in the middle of the space with an old but durable cauldron held up by some sturdy branches above it. It was currently empty; he would need to fetch water from the stream nearby.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” Logan motioned for Remus to sit on his bed which was essentially just a collection of moss on a flat stone but being blessed by the Spirits meant more than just gaining immortality and said moss was as soft as the finest mattress money could buy. His bed, along with a large chest containing his few sets of clothes, notebooks, and other personal items, was located underneath a naturally formed stone awning that kept him completely protected from the occasional storms. He stored most of his food supply in a cave not far away where the temperature and humidity were much stabler than out here, thanks to his blessing.

“I will fetch some water, if you know how to use flint to start a fire, I would appreciate the assistance. More firewood is over there.” It was a small stack of logs and twigs inside a hollow tree nearby. Logan grabbed his bucket, also wooden, and headed towards the stream. With his free hand he made sure that the key to his chest was still on his person. He shouldn’t be gone long enough for the pirate to pick the lock.

The babbling of the water always had a soothing effect on Logan. The gentle sound calmed him and he took a deep breath. He hadn’t expected Remus to react the way he had. He didn’t get visitors often, he never had on any of the islands he inhabited after making his deal with the Spirits, and when he did, he tried not to engage. He talked to Remus the day before since he feared the other could get hurt in a moment of carelessness and he had similar motivations earlier as well. The few others he had talked to before also met him with suspicion, in rarer cases with curiosity but most of those encounters ended with Logan’s death. Pirates were ruthless after all, and soldiers often assumed the worst of him. Merchants didn’t come to places like this.

So to have Remus believe him and be excited about talking to him was something new to Logan. And he was entirely out of practice regarding his social skills. His only contacts were Janus and occasionally Virgil but neither sirens were super friendly with him. And then there was his patron, a spirit of the earth on the Council, but he spoke to her only every few years.

Having a human in his camp? Exciting and worrying at the same time. He shouldn’t leave him alone for too long.

Logan took another deep breath before kneeling by the water’s edge and dipping the bucket into the stream to fill it up before making his way back. To his surprise, he found Remus actually crouching by the now lit fire, watching the sparks with a delighted expression on his face.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Logan nodded to him as he carefully filled the water from the bucket into the cauldron to avoid killing the flames accidentally.

“No problem! I’ll never say no to a bit of arson!” the pirate grinned at him.

“I see. Is that a part of the reason as to why you chose your profession?”

“Not really but it definitely was a plus! I just wanted to be on the seas, and being a merchant’s errand boy seemed boring, as did becoming a fisherman – I mean my father was one, so I knew it wasn’t exciting most of the time – and I was going to off myself before even thinking of joining the naval forces. Becoming a pirate was just the most fun in my opinion.”

“You are quite odd,” Logan commented after pausing for a moment. He meant nothing bad by it and judging from the grin on Remus’ face, he hadn’t taken it as an insult.

“So I’ve been told!”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking some personal questions. I am quite curious about you.”

“Wow, you’re blunt! If you wanna take this to your moss bed, I would be down!” The pirate captain wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Logan couldn’t fight the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“That was not what I was referring to,” he clarified after clearing his throat. Remus cackled.

“Yeah, I know. I was just messing with you, though I do mean that I am totally open to tango with you, if you did want to.”

“Please, let us get back on topic,” Logan sighed and the pirate seemed to understand that he reached a limit.

“To answer your question: I don’t mind you asking some stuff in return. Though if I don’t wanna answer something, I won’t. Of course, that goes for you, too. I’m not gonna be too nosey.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Now, tell me more about how you met the Council! They’re the big bosses of the Spirits, right?”

“They are a collective of spirits that act as a sort of government, yes. Most of them are older than we could possibly imagine. They keep the balance of the natural world.”

“That is so fucking cool! And how did you end up meeting them?” Remus was leaning very close to him, staring at his face with an intensity that made Logan a bit uncomfortable. Thankfully, the water in the cauldron was now boiling, so he could flee to fetch two cups and the tea leaves. He put the leaves in the cups, then carefully added the water before handing one of them off to Remus and moving to sit on his bed with his own. Remus followed but decided to sit on Logan’s chest instead, creating some much-needed distance between them – well, needed by Logan at least.

“I will not go into detail,” Logan started, staring at his cup while it brewed, trying not to dive too deep into painful memories, “but I was brought along by someone against my will. Why exactly they took me, I do not know, I was barely conscious, but I believe my captor thought having a sacrifice might be a good back-up plan if his meeting with the Council went sour. I don’t think he lived long enough to offer.” He chanced a quick glance up at Remus who was sitting eerily still as he listened.

“When I regained my bearings, I was alone with the Council. They asked me questions and I answered honestly. I was quite afraid. But they understood that I bore no ill intent and thus offered me a deal. A chance to do the research I always dreamed of doing, for as long as I wanted, as long as I shared my findings with the Council.”

“Why were they so interested in your research? You said you dabbled in biology and botany, right?” Logan nodded in confirmation, making Remus narrow his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t they already know everything you could find? They’re basically nature itself, right?”

“Yes, most of my findings are simply confirmation of what they already know. But nature is unpredictable and so there are some developments – mutations if you will – that even the Elemental Spirits aren’t aware of. Nature adapts and that can happen in many unexpected ways.”

“That’s so fucking cool,” Remus cheered, kicking his legs like a child. Logan smiled, glad to share his passion with another and receive a positive response. Even back during his studies he had rarely met like-minded people. He took a sip of his tea before asking the pirate a question he’d been wondering about.

“Do you have any background in academics? You said your father was a fisherman, did you receive any education? I’m afraid I am not knowledgeable of the current rate of literacy amongst the populace.”

“You talk funny,” Remus snorted. “But yeah, that’s fair, I guess. I did learn how to read and write as well as basic math but not much more than that.” Logan noticed one of Remus’ hands fiddling with his shirt at his chest but decided not to pry.

“Were you a special case or is that the standard education nowadays?”

“Standard, I think. I mean, I could have gone to school longer, but it wasn’t really my thing. Ro stuck around longer, but he was always the smarter of the two of us.”

“Who is ‘Ro’ if I might ask?”

“Roman, my twin brother.”

“Is he part of your crew?” Remus barked out a laugh.

“Fuck no. He’s too righteous for that. Nah, he’s a sailor, works for whoever will hire him last I heard. Well, not everyone. He stays away from any military vessels, we both learned young what shitheads they are.” By now, Remus was tightly gripping at his shirt and Logan couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer.

“What is under your shirt?” A poorly phrased question, he quickly realized. Remus looked shocked for a moment, seemingly not having noticed where his hand had wandered before a wide grin split his face and he leaned closer to Logan.

“If you wanna see me with my clothes off, you could’ve just asked,” he teased. Logan sputtered for a moment, face bright red, before he managed to protest.

“That is not what I was referring to and you know it!” The pirate leaned back and laughed loud and long. By the time he stopped, Logan’s blush had mostly receded.

“Sorry, that was just too good for me to pass up.” Remus wiped a tear from his eye. “But I guess it’s only fair now that I spill the tea.” Jokingly, he raised his still steaming cup, but placed it on the ground without letting any of the liquid escape. Afterwards he pulled on a chain around his neck, revealing a locket from underneath his shirt.

“This is a family heirloom of sorts. My dad had it made for Mom in place of an engagement ring since it was cheaper and they couldn’t really afford more. Later, he got another one made on Mom’s request so they could match. She said it made her feel better about sending him out to sea. Ro has the other one now and I kinda see where mom was coming from. Knowing he has the other makes me feel like we’re connected still.”

“That is a wonderful story, Remus. I am sorry if this is overstepping a boundary, but am I right in assuming your parents have passed?”

“Yeah.” The pirate looked solemn and Logan had to suppress the urge to grab his hand in support. “Ro and I were away; we were doing an apprenticeship to learn to sail on something bigger than a fishing boat. There was a pandemic in our hometown. By the time we heard and made our way back, Mom had already passed. Dad had managed to survive the illness, but it left him severely weakened. He was bedridden when we saw him. Told us that Mom said sorry she left without saying goodbye. That he was sorry he wouldn’t stay either. Ro and I sent him off. I never expected him to make it long without Mom, he basically worshipped her. If Ro and I had still depended on him he might have been able to pull through, but I guess he didn’t have much to live for anymore.”

“My condolences.” It was all Logan could think to say.

“It’s been a few years, I’ve come to terms with it,” Remus waved him off, though his smile was wavering. He put the locket back under his shirt. “Anyway, let’s switch to less depressing topics! How does reporting back to the Council work? Like do they summon you or something?”

“In very rare cases,” Logan explained, glad as well that they changed the direction of discussion again, “but most of the time they send a representative, usually two sirens that go by Janus and Virgil.”

“Sirens?!” Remus eyes were wide and he leaned closer. “What are they like?” Logan raised a brow.

“You’re a pirate. Surely you have encountered sirens before.”

“Nope, actually! At least not up close! We know better than to sail into their territory. I’ve seen some shapes that I think were sirens but I can’t say for sure. I always wanted to meet one!”

“You seem to be very interested in anything that has to do with Elemental Spirits.”

“Duh! It’s fascinating stuff!”

“I think so, too, but most see them as a bother more than anything else.”

“Yeah, I know. Really stupid in my opinion. Like they were here before us, we’re the ones intruding. They’re just defending what’s theirs.”

“I am glad you think so as well. I always found it incredibly rude how people talk about nature like it is something we need to fight instead of adapting to co-exist with it.”

“Exactly!” They smiled at each other, though Logan broke eye-contact when he felt his blush return. He cleared his throat.

“To answer your question about Janus and Virgil: they both are rather brash. Janus dislikes humans and staying on the surface too long, especially on sunny days. Virgil is skittish, and though he doesn’t necessarily dislike humanity, he fears us to a degree, so he’d rather stay away from the surface as well. He does come by occasionally to just chat which Janus is much less likely to do.”

“A siren fearing us sounds strange to me.”

“Well, as far as I understand it, there are Siren Hunters out there that specialize in capturing them. And siren scales are quite valuable, with their immortality and regeneration, if they are trapped, it is likely to end in torture for them.”

“Oh, I fucking hate the Hunters. Total dicks. Think they’re the shit, better than anybody else. Shot one in the head once, his face as he realized what was about to happen was so funny.”

“Please tell me more about your travels. I am quite curious to hear about the daily life of a pirate.”

“Sure! But you gotta tell me a bit more about your research too!”

“Gladly.”

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They talked for hours about Remus’ life on the sea – even a bit about his childhood adventures with his brother – and Logan’s time as an immortal. Remus noticed that he avoided talking about his life before that for long, all he learned was that Logan grew up as the fourth son of a noble and after finishing his studies at his university didn’t get the funding for his passion project, so he worked as a navigator for hire to try and fund it himself. The pirate didn’t press him for more details than he was willing to give, they had only just met after all.

“I should head back to the ship soon,” Remus commented once he saw the sky turn orange through the canopy of trees above him. Logan startled, apparently not having noticed the passage of time.

“I apologize for holding you up for so long. Your crew must be worried.”

“It’s fine,” Remus waved him off, though he did get up to his feet, Logan close behind. “This isn’t the longest I’ve been away from the ship. They’ll send a squad if it gets dark though, so I should get back before then.”

“I agree, that is for the best. I would prefer the wildlife to remain as undisturbed as possible. Where is your ship? I can guide you back.”

“I mean, I got a compass, so I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I would prefer to guide you, it will be faster and again, it will cause less disturbances.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. We’re anchored on the south-western coast.”

“Very well, then please follow me.” Logan walked off, back into the jungle, and Remus hurried to follow him.

“Can I come back tomorrow? And bring a friend?”

“Just one?”

“Yeah. I’m sure the others would be curious, too, but Pat is the calmest one amongst them, as well as the one most interested in the topic.”

“Very well. If your supplies allow you to stay, I do not mind.”

“They should. I think.” Logan looked back at him with a doubtful expression. “I’m gonna check in with Pat on that to be sure, I promise. And I still need to hide this thing now that I think about it.” He gestured to the satchel at his side. Logan stopped and fully turned towards him.

“How big is it?” Remus pulled the box containing the seal out of the bag and showed it to the immortal, who looked it over once. “I believe I know a good place to store it. I can show you tomorrow.”

“That would be awesome, thanks.”

“My pleasure.” They continued on their way for a few more minutes until Logan stopped again, pointing further ahead. “We are not far from the beach, just continue straight ahead. I will meet you here again in the morning.”

“Got it, thanks, Death Defiant!” The nickname made Logan scowl, and Remus laughed as he jogged passed. True to Logan’s word, the captain soon broke through the tree line to a by now familiar looking beach. There was a rowboat pulled up on the sand but instead of Sloane, Remy and Emile waited for him.

“There you are, Capt’n,” Remy yawned. “We were starting to worry.” Considering that his First Mate sat on the beach leaned against his boyfriend, both wrapped in a blanket and looking very relaxed, Remus found that hard to believe.

“Yeah, yeah. I know I’m probably getting chewed out by Patton, let’s just head back.”

“Do we have to?” Remy whined, cuddling closer to Emile. “I don’t wanna move.”

“The captain has spoken, love, up you get.” Emile unwrapped the blanket and gently pried Remy off of him who let out another whine but complied.

“Fine! I was getting hungry anyway,” he pouted before climbing into the rowboat. Emile rolled his eyes at his dramatics but followed. Which left Remus to push the boat back into the water, but he managed it without much struggle. Remy and Emile were lighter than they looked.

Back on the ship, Patton indeed scolded Remus for remaining gone for the whole day and especially for leaving Sloane behind (Sloane himself didn’t seem to have minded it, actually).

“Did you at least find a good hiding spot?” Patton sighed, probably having noticed that he wasn’t getting through to his captain.

“Not yet, but I did find something far better,” Remus grinned. Patton tilted his head, looking like a confused dog. “I’m gonna show you tomorrow. Everyone!” he called, getting the attention of his crew that had gathered on the deck in preparations for dinner. “We’ll be staying here one more day! Or like half a day, we can afford that, right, Patton?”

Patton looked annoyed to be asked that after Remus had already made the announcement but nodded.

“Do we get to know why?” Missy asked.

“Nah, it’s a secret for now!”

“Figured.” The crew turned back to what they were doing before, all knowing better than to question their captain when he gets like that. Remus was so proud that they knew him so well.

“Now, let’s get some food, I’m starving!”

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t4t-apexeclipse · 2 years ago

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for the people that love chaos

#ts missy #misleading compliments

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whiskeyswifty · 4 months ago

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Hello! Your TS designs are incredibly creative and well-executed. I was just on your Etsy shop and was wondering if you were planning to rerelease the getaway car one as a hoodie (sorry if I’ve missed it!) Hope you had a great time on your holiday and that you’re having a good day! Thank you!

omg thank you!! i really appreciate the compliment and that you'd want to wear one of them, really gives me a huge confidence boost to hear that! Also yep, I'm back and i did have a great little vacation 😊

For the sweatshirts, I did a bunch of pricing and budgeting when I first added them and was able to make one for myself to test the colors, but they're just too expensive to make for my personal budgeting on a larger scale. Especially the way I like to do it where I have them printed locally so I can control the quality and timing, sweatshirts would require me to put quite a bit of money up front out of my own pockets even for the minimum order. Compared to t-shirts at least which are a more doable price upfront for me. I could have them outsourced somewhere probably that does printing and dropship stuff and all that, but I like to make sure they're good quality and dropship companies tends to not always be great. Maybe in the future I'll be able to do a run of the sweatshirts, but right now it's not within my personal budget so it's just t-shirts for now, which are really nice comfort colors shirts so I think they're a great alternative! Also, i'm sooo sorry the post still says you can get the sweatshirt lol, that's my bad and I just noticed that. I'll change that so it doesn't mislead everyone!

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twofacedbelief · 5 years ago

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Ao3 Links: WhumpTober series Local Cryptids Belief/Deception

Day 8: Stab Wound Warnings: Abusive romantic partner

The evening had been going good. He and Missy had been working on their costumes for LeakyCon at vers home, listening to the AVPM and AVPS soundtracks. Dee had been enjoying spending time with his datefriend; they’ve met senior year of high school and gotten together not long after. Missy was clever, especially with sarcasm and compliments. Lately, a lot of those compliments had started feeling like thinly veiled insults but Dee pushed it aside. His cenn, pop, and the third one did it all the time and they loved each other. Maybe their insults weren’t as veiled, or as sharp, but he couldn’t compare his parents and the bitch to his datefriend.

They’ve been talking about going to the movies sometime soon, and Missy had suggested they should go see The Great Gatsby. Dee had already agreed to go see that movie with Roman, and he said so. It should have been fine - Roman was one of his best friends, they had known each other since Dee was three months old. He had been about to ask if Missy would want to see Now You See Me with him once the movie premiered when suddenly the feeling of intense pain was all he knew.

Ve had fucking stabbed him. Ve had taken the pair of scissors they had used to cut fabric and stabbed him in the shoulder. His datefriend Missy had stabbed him and asked him to cancel on Roman. Dee let the information sink in before he stood up, took his phone, and left. He left his jacket, his bag, the costume he had been working on, and the person who was most definitely his ex now. The scissors were still stuck in his shoulder, and he really wanted to take them out but it would be better to keep them in until he got medical help. Dee ignored the pain and the heartbreak and the tears as he scrolled through his contacts for the one number he didn’t think he would ever need.

Patton picked up immediately. He could have called his parents, or uncle Logan, or one of his friends, but no. Dee called his old babysitter, the only person who wouldn’t be ready to commit murder for him. Right now he needed medical help and to process that maybe all those compliments had just been out-right insults for a while, that his datefriend thought it was acceptable to stab him because he had movie plans with one of his best friends. He needed Patton, who had always been kind and offered homemade cookies or hot cocoa every time Dee was over as a child. Not to mention that Patton worked as a nurse. A children’s nurse to be specific, but Dee wasn’t picky.

“Hey Patton, I got stabbed and I don’t want to go to a hospital so I’m coming over. Would love if you didn’t tell anyone until after you’ve fixed my shoulder. I should be there in five minutes.” Dee didn’t let Patton get a word in before he hung up. It was better that way.

Now to walk around the neighbourhood so that he didn’t have to walk past uncle Logan’s house. Would be just great if someone he knew saw him right now, with tears running down his cheeks and a pair of scissors protruding from his shoulder. Missy would regret ever treating him like this.

#whumptober 2k19 #local cryptids au #deceit sanders #missy sanders #ts misleading compliments #Hi I Am Very Happy With This One Please Read It

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prplzorua · 4 years ago

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Puzzle pieces, bit by bit you can place them together

#innerworks #thomas sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #ts sleep #virgil sanders #ts pranks #ts misleading compliment #missy and pranks #fiona and liam #vine sibings

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shapa-likes-art · 4 years ago

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Y'all I know I haven't been posting much and I feel kinda guilty not doing so and I hope you're fine with something not entirely SaSi (although it technically is)?

#you know Thomas' shorts and there's the pranks and misleading compliments and they sometimes are fractions of thomas' personality in fics-?#yeah I wanna post a pranks drawing #bdjdh though in human aus pranks is a nickname. his name is Maverick vut he prefers to be called pranks-#me and skye once again made our version-#thomas Sanders #ts shorts #ts Pranks character #ts pranks #Shapa's ramblings #fan character #i guess you can put it that way??

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stormypaint · 5 years ago

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You’re sitting on your bed, coddled in blankets and staring into space. Voices shriek into your ear, harassing you, blaming you, hating you... but one voice is louder than the rest.

“You’re terrible.. LY PRECIOUS, YOU GORGEOUS THING! Hahah, sparkles!”

You crack a smile and set your laptop to your comfort episode of choice, and soon the voices are just an octave lower.

#tss #ts #thomas sanders #sanders sides #i was walking and dropped my phone #i didn't realize til i got home #and then i just hear in my mind 'you're terrible!'#and then it just turns into thomas' misleading compliments voice #and i was like 'well i'm gonna go find it then!!'#tldr; thomas sanders is God

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nightashes · 5 years ago

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Beside the Mountain Lies Magic - Chapter 7

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Summary: Dee is at his shop when Patton bursts in with tears streaming down his face.

Warnings: Very short injury flashback. Nothing to extreme.

Ao3

September 22nd 4:08 pm

Dee stands at his counter once again. His basket of herbs beside him. His movements are smooth and methodical. Wrapping the string around and around. Binding the plants. His thoughts drifting. Thinking of the work to be done. His mind turning over the message he had received. Humming softly, the sound disappears into the quiet peace of the shop.

Nestled in the basket, amongst the herbs is Missy. Having returned from her trip. The fairy now relaxes snuggly amongst a pile of St. John’s-Wort, nibbling on a plump strawberry, watching Dee’s progress. Her soft smile and red stained hands, grasping around the strawberry in a cheerful embrace. Dee imagines she would be singing contentedly, as fairies do, if she could. But the faint, almost invisible scars lining her neck reveal the truth. Despite Dee’s skills in the healing arts, he had been unable to save her voice all those years ago. Dee grits his teeth, the thoughts of the day he found her rushing through his mind. Her crumpled body lying prone on the ground. The rope tied around her, entangling her wings and crushing her throat. He breathes deeply though his nose, trying to regain some semblance of calm that just a moment before had filled the room. He will not dwell on the past, what’s done is done. And now she is safe, here with him. And he will protect her. No matter what.

The door of his shop flies open. Dee shoves the current bundle he had been working on into the basket, covering Missy as best as he could. The strawberry rolls away as her small frame disappears. Missy burrows deeper into the basket, fading from view.

Dee watches as Patton, the previous ball of sunshine, now stumbles towards him, tear-stained and snot nosed. the bawling man stares up at Dee. His trembling mouth searching for words that aren’t coming. Without thought, the physician sweeps across the counter, and draws Patton into a hug. The baker wails into Dee’s chest. Grasping onto the man as if his life was at stake. Sorrow tears at Dee’s heart. Only one thing could have driven the baker to such hysterics. To break down a man so stubbornly positive as Patton. And Dee knew exactly what that meant.

“It’s okay, Patton. There’s nothing you could have done.”

“I- I- I didn’t… I just… the tree!”

“I know. I know. The tree is dead. You couldn’t have stopped it. That knight was always going to fulfill his quest. And even if he didn’t, Patton, another would have. You are an incredible person. But no one could have prevented the death of that tree.”

“But I… I didn’t do enough. I didn’t try hard enough to stop him. He killed it and- and he… O, gods! It almost killed me. I could have died! And he killed it! I didn’t stop him. But- but I was so scared! and i just sat there screaming at him to stop. He- he just wouldn’t stop! He just kept hacking and hacking! And- and oh Dee! The tree tried to curl in on itself! I- I can’t. He thinks what he did was a good thing. He thinks killing that tree was right. He thinks magic is evil!” Patton cries into Dee’s smock. Gasping for breath.

“Shh.. shh… you did all you could.”

“Stop! Just stop. You don’t care! YOU THINK MAGIC IS EVIL TOO!”

Dee’s heart collapsed, squeezed tight with just how wrong that statement was. And just how impossible it was to refute.

He wished with every beat of his heart, every draw of his breath that he could say something, anything, to show Patton the truth. To comfort him. To assure him that despite all he said he would never align himself with the likes of knights and witch hunters. To draw back the curtain of his life. Even to tell just one of the many secrets that filled his waking thoughts and the sleepless nights he spent hunched over his desk writing and deliberating. Or to even take the basket from his counter, withdraw the herbs and reveal his true intentions. But he never could…

Everyone must believe him to be against magic. If anyone suspected otherwise it could mean death. And not just for him.

The shadow of this truth hung over him, darkening the room as he breathed out, “You said the tree tried to kill you. I’m glad it’s dead.”

Patton’s racking body collapsed to the ground. His voice tore through the air. His cries strangling the words he fought so hard to throw back at the physician.

Dee could make out a choked plea. A plea to him. To stop.

Dee crouched before him, wrapping his arms around the broken man. The baker fought and struck against the physician. Refusing his comfort. Dee silently withdrew.

“I’m sorry, Pat. I’m so sorry.” His whispered apologies fading into the background. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better friend. I’m sorry I say these things to you. I’m…”

I’m sorry I can’t tell you what you need to hear. I’m sorry I lie. I’m sorry I hurt you. What can I tell you? How can I make this better?

“I’m glad you’re alive though. I’m glad the knight saved you and… I’m so sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry you couldn’t stop it. You know how I feel about magic. And that may not change… but I’m sorry you couldn’t stop it. I- I admire your bravery and strength. No one else would have stood up against a knight. No matter their beliefs. Patton. You are an amazing person. And I hope you never change. You shouldn’t care what anyone thinks. Especially me. I’m just an old fool. You'd be happier without me. But I’m proud to call you my friend and-“

Dee’s words are cut off. A gasp slips past his teeth. Patton’s hold is rock steady. The embrace grounding and firm.

“You’re my best friend, Dee.”

“I think you might be in danger.” Dee throws back.

Patton pulls away. Holding the physician at arms length. Searching his face for meaning.

“What?”

“Pat, you fought against a knight to defend a killer magic tree. They’re going to be suspicious.”

“I didn’t fight him! I was just going to try and block him. Besides I already explained that I wasn’t a witch.”

“You explained that you weren’t a witch?”

“Yup!”

“And he believed you?”

“Well, not at first. But then I- well, you know. I told him about… her.” Patton trails off.

“Oh, Pat. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

Dee’s hands squeeze gently in reassurance. The two of them still sitting on the floor. One with a tear-streaked face and the other with a scar-torn heart.

“I just want you to be safe.” Dee states, “You’re like a second son to me.”

Patton purses his lips. “I know you do. But I’m not going to be silent. I can’t break my promise. If I don’t speak out… who will?”

Dee shakes his head gently. “Why can’t you just be selfish this once?”

“I am being selfish. I’d rather face the witch hunters, be accused a witch, and suffer the consequences than face the truth. The reality that I’m not any better than my parents. I’d say that’s pretty selfish.”

“It’s really not.” Dee scoffs. “Wanting to be better than your parents… that’s noble.”

Dee watches as Patton fails to keep a smile from breaking out on his face. The physician mirroring the action.

“Of course, doing so by yelling at the top of your lungs that you support magic is a fundamentally idiotic plan that will end in utter catastrophe. But what do I know?” Dee tacks on.

Patton playfully punches his shoulder. The two chuckling together at the action. “I’ll prove you wrong. I’ll win the knight over.”

“Oh, if anyone could do it, it’d be you.” The physician speaks breezily despite the worry clutching at his heart and mind. The fear invading his soul. The secret whisper that he would fail. No matter how many times he promised he would protect them all. The promises could turn into lies at any moment and out of all the lies he has told, Dee was certain that if it were to come to pass that would be the lie to finally break him.

BTMLM taglist: @sandersidesandcoffee

General taglist: @stop-it-anxiety @rainboots-are-for-snobs

#sanders sides #sander sides #ts fanfic #fanfic #sanders sides fanfic #janus sanders #patton sanders #sympathetic deceit #misleading compliment #missy sanders #magic #witches #fantasy #my writing #BTMLM fic #fanfiction

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lilis-doodle-dome · 6 years ago

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So hear me out Max and David doing misleading compliments- Max is actually trying to be a dick, but David just pops outta nowhere and turns it into a super sappy compliment!!

#my art #fanart #ts #inspired #ts vine #misleading compliments #ts misleadingly compliments #cc #camp camp #cc david #cc max #camp camp david #camp camp max

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 3 years ago

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Did you include Missy and Pranks? What about the oven (I think his name was steve)?

i havent done steve yet in anything (or if i have i've forgotten him) but for missy and pranks i have many-

laoft - Melissa "Missy" Sanders, Thomas's great-granddaughter with the gift of eloquence in the installment Foundations, and Nate and Remy's cousin Polly Addams is pranks (her username is "prnksforthemmrs" and pranks is what virgil calls her)

pieces - Patton's younger sister, Melissa Sanders and her soulmate Priscilla. Lesbian icons.

greek myths verse - i have a missy but not a pranks, one of Remile's children in The Sky Most Holy

and versions that i have Concepts of but havent actually written content for yet are in MPD - this universe pranks is Primrose Cottonwood, Virgil and Patton's half-hobbitess mother, and Missy is a sylvan elf named Melisina who's an employee at their coffee shop

#ask #anonymous #oh boy tags lol #laoft missy #laoft polly #pieces missy #pieces priscilla #ts pranks #ts missy #mpd primrose #mpd melisina #listen i was HERE for the first six months of this fandom when were were all sure misleading compliment and pranks were gonna be added next #before the series even had a name #if mr sanders will not make my lovelies canon i will do it myself

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noneofthekingshad-arthurization · 6 years ago

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Chain Fic (?)

Logan felt the tails of what was left of his shirt whipping around, trying to get free. He honestly (if only I was then) couldn't tell if it was That or himself causing the patterned shrill squeal (the others? No, they wouldn't), but he only picked up his pace.

"Can't risk it now, right Logic? It's not as if you detain and deflect constantly. Keep walking, what are you-".

Was that.. 'Crying?' His hobbling turned to sprinting, his feet ahead of his mind. Farther, farther, farther he went, until the musty scent made him pause. Whatever high deity that may have been out there at the time best had a pair of noise cancelling headphones or a crucifix, because they definitely received a colourful bout of vocabulary. The crying had amplified by a thousand the moment he put a foot forward, ringing out around him. Something pulled him to his knees, and all he could do was bow- figuratively and literally. Logan felt his callused and bruised (what?) hands gently tugged down. He peered through his bangs, which were promptly swept to the side by a hand the size of his palm. This gave him a clear view of a... young girl? She gave him a taut smile. She's so small. What is she doing here? How old is she? What's her name? Is she one of us? What does she repres-

"Eulalia. I'm an Echo. What are you doing in these neck of the woods," she squinted, "Logic, right?"

He stared, dumbfounded. She rasped what could be taken as a giggle (a fairly haunting sound, really).

"..Echo?"

"Well, now you sound like me." Logan's hand tensed, a soft pad running over his fingertips.

"Do you know where you are?" She sandwiched his hand with both of hers. "Hmm?" She gazed into his eyes, prompting him to answer with the shake of his head. "Y'know Virgil?" A moderately confused nod.

"This is his territory."

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softestvirgil · 7 years ago

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Virgil: They'll never find your body-

Patton: -MORE beautiful than I do, you lovely thing!

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creatively-anxious · 7 years ago

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Misleading Compliments Headcannon

So I had this idea that Virgil makes the “dark” parts of misleading compliments, while Roman and/or Patton makes the “bright” compliments.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #ts fandom #fanders #misleading compliments

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oneanxiousmess · 3 years ago

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TS Prompt lists Requests:

🌸Requests open!🌼

Rules: -SFW age regression only- this is not age play, this is not a kink. If you’re here for anything sexual or inappropriate- you can just leave... and go see a therapist or something...thanks

❤️Comment or send me request ! 💜 -Any ship is acceptable from any TS show/videos ( even polyamorous ones) except no shipping siblings aka Roman/Remus (Platonic brother and friend fics are perfectly ok) -Romantic Little/Caregiver is perfectly acceptable but like I said nothing sexual -All TWs will be in the notes before each fic

Characters I’ll write. (If a character you want isn’t here- just ask, maybe I just forgot them.)

Sander sides: -Logan -Roman -Patton -Virgil -Janus -Remus -C!Thomas -C!Nico (will add orange when he comes out)

Cartoon therapy: -Emile -Kai -Lauren (Kai’s girlfriend) -Elliott -Corbin -Sloane

Vine sides: -Remy (Sleep) -Missy (Misleading compliments) -Anton (Antagonist) -Toby (October) -Seth (September)

Other characters: -Dice (Cretic) -C!Joan -C!Talyn -C!Valerie -C!Terence (maybe other C!thomas friends)

Roleslaying with Roman: -Roman -Youngblood -Fast Timmy (Not sure if anyone wants this, but the idea intrigues me.)

Alternative Universes: -Human AU -Classification AU -Crossover AU

Pick as many characters as you want from any Series/Fandom with whatever prompt(s) you want.

💜Prompt list: 1💗

1: (Character A) Finds out that (character B) regresses, after calming them down from a panic attack.

2: (Character A) And (Character B) make cookies.

3: (Character A) runs to (Character B) after having a nightmare

4: (Character B) sees (Character A) in their regression gear for the very first time.

5: (Character A) begins regressing at work, and (Character B) decides to end the day early and take them home to regress properly.

6: (Character A) gets lost while little and (Character B) needs to find them

7: (Character B) invites (Character A) to move in with them

8: (Character A’s) favorite stuffed animal is missing so (Character B) tries to help them find it.

9: (Character A) slips and does something they exclusively do in headspace in front of (Character B.)

10: (Character A) lives a stressful life. So (Character B) suggests age regression so they won’t be so worked up all the time.

11: (Character A) hasn’t had much sleep for one reason or another, and because of this, they’re a little cranky - even if they won’t admit it. (Character B) has the monumental task of getting A to take a nap

12: (Character A) got hurt/sick and now has to deal with (Character B) fussing over them.

13: (Character A) and (Character B) decide to build the most extravagant, most amazing pillow fort they can build in their living room

14: (Character A) and (Character B) go out to have a little day. They visit a park/zoo/movies/carnival/theme park

15: (Character A) suffers from sensory overload in their headspace, and (Character B) swoops in to help.

16: (Character B) buys (Character A) their first stuffed animal

17: (Character A) surprises their caregiver (Character B) with breakfast in bed.

18: (Character B) takes (Character A) to the toy store to buy their first little toy/stuffie

19: (Character A) and (Character B) have a quiet moment and cuddle.

20: (Character A) and (Character B) are traveling: it’s stressful enough that (Character A) regresses accidentally

21: (character A)wants a cookie, but (Character B) is adamant that they need to wait until after dinner.

22: (Character A) needs a hug badly, but doesn’t know how to ask (character B) for one

23: (Character A) can’t talk and doesn’t know how to get (Character Bs) attention so they get frustrated and cry.

24: (Character A) Falls asleep at (Characters Bs) house and gets stuck there due to bad weather. The whole thing is too stressful and they end up slipping.

25: (Character B) watches (Character A) while (Character C) is away. (Character A) is nervous about being little in front of anyone else so they try to force themselves to stay big...which stresses them out so much they get really small.

🌺Prompt list #2.✨

1: “cuddles...?”

2: “I hate carrots.”

3:”what will it take to convince you that I need this too?”

4: “I hate this.”

5: “that’s it, time out.”

6: “It’s ok to not be ok.”

7: “I’m in caregiver mode and it’s Killing me!”

8: “I’m too little to Wake up today.”

9: “help, I’m a little and I can’t get up.”

10: “Why are you so cute?”

11:”I’ll trade you a hug for a cookie, deal?”

12: “it’s ok to cry, you know?”

13:”Why are you hiding under the bed, little one?”

14: “I think you just need to let yourself be little right now.”

15: “I’m not a caregiver, ok? I can’t just...ok fine, but only because you’re the cutest thing ever.”

16: “Baby, please, it’s time to go to bed.”

17:”I can’t be little, I need to fight the magic dragon.”

18: “I pinky promise you’re safe.”

19: “Go to your room, now.”

20: “I want to be your caregiver.”

21:”I cant find my sippy cup!!”

22: “I’m so sad! I need cookies. No wait...two.”

23: “it’s ok to be little, baby.”

24: “do you wanna to build a snowman?”

25: “Don’t call me cute! This is serious.”

🍪Prompt list #3 ⭐️

1: Character B goes to A’s room to grab something, only to stumble upon A’s little gear.

2: character A wants a cookie, but character B is adamant that they need to wait until after dinner. Who comes out on top victorious?

3: Character B stops by A’s place without any prior warning, leading them to walk in on A being deep in a little head space.

4. Character A lives a stressful life. One day B suggests age regression so A won’t be so worked up all the time.

5: Character B has noticed a bunch of A’s little ticks. They decide to slowly start babying them in order to ease them into the whole age regression business.

6: character A is on concussion watch. Person B is helping them any way they can, and that includes when character A regresses due to the pain

7: character A is scared by character B, and character C comforts A when they become little from the fear

8: character A gets character B their first little gear!

9: Character A has gone to sleep while big, but after a nightmare, they wake up regressed.

10. Character A hasn’t had much sleep for one reason or another, and because of this, they’re a little cranky - even if they won’t admit it. B has the monumental task of getting A to take a nap.

11: character A does character B’s makeup while regressed

12: character B listens to music with “adult words” in front of character A.

13: Character A and B decide to build the most extravagant pillow fort they can build in their living room

14: Character A so enthralled by their show/movie/game/toys that they keep putting off a bathroom break.

15: Character A and B decide to do some arts and crafts. Maybe it’s for a holiday, maybe for a birthday, or maybe it’s just for fun, no matter what A makes, B thinks that it’s a work of art.

16: Character A and B go out to have a little day. They visit a park/zoo/movies/carnival/theme park and have a great time.

17:While shopping, character A gets distracted and loses track of where B is. Unfortunately, they were also teetering between headspaces, and now they’re little and lost.

18: character A is an older regressor (maybe teenager age) and is put in charge of babysitting character B, a much younger regressor

19: character A is sneaking video games after their bedtime

20. Character A is in a rambunctious mood and can’t help but feel a desire to push some limits.

21. Character A and B were watching a scary movie/show when, after a particularly bad scare, A slips into little space.

22: Character A wants to play pretend/dress-up/tea party and ropes B into playing along.

23: Character A is in little space, but is trying their hardest to make sure that B doesn’t know.

24: character A needs a hug badly, but doesn’t know how to ask B for one

25: It’s bedtime and character B is getting A ready for bed.

26: character A gets to go to a museum with B while regressed

27: Character A isn’t a caregiver but reluctantly accepts to watch little character B while C is busy

28: character A and B make a deal to try and drive Person C up the wall

28: Character A and B try to ease character C into diapers after a multitude of accidents.

30: Character A and B are travelling: it’s stressful enough that Character A regresses accidentally

31: Hurt/comfort: Character A gets hurt and regresses from the pain, but Character B is there to take care of them

32: Big get together with lots of regressors and caregivers!

33: It’s the first time Character A is planning to regress with Character B there, and regression is just not happening for them

34: Character A is meeting Character B in person for the first time, after they’ve been helping as a caregiver online for months

35: The snow is covering the door, so Character A and B are taking a cozy day in. Unfortunately Character A doesn’t know character B is a regressor and they’re slipping.

36: Character A needs attention but character B is working but character A knows what to do to get their attention

37: Character A is tired of character B’s favorite movie. But while character B is regressed, they keep begging to watch it again

38: Character A sings character B a lullaby

39: Character A has found out that Character B is also an age regressor, and is trying to figure out how to bring it up

40: Characters A and B are trying to find their little character C when they find a really good hiding spot

41: Character A and character B are getting together for playdate! (Caregiver supervision by Character C is optional)

42: Character A isn’t taking care of themself so Character B decides that it might be time for a break and decides to baby character A for a while.

43: Character A is struggling to stay big during an event (maybe a special dinner or Halliday?)

44: Character A transforms into a baby/Toddler

45: Character A regresses to a teenage headspace and give character B attitude

46: Character A regresses while at the Doctors office but luckily their caregiver character B Is there to help

🌈Prompt list #4 Dialogue prompts: 🌺

1:“You still love me though, right?”

2: “Can you pet my hair just like last time?”

3:”I need attention!”

4:”I’m a kitty/puppy/bunny See my ears?” (Add any animal you want.)

5:”Whats wrong, baby? Can I help?”

6: “I’m scared, but I don’t know why.”

7:”I need all the blankets!”

8:”Boo!”

9:”can I be a princess today?”

10:”Cuddle/tickle attack!”

11:”Will a hug make it better?”

12:”You’re my sibby now!”

13:”I’m not sorry...actually.”

14:”It’s ok to be scared.”

15:”I’ll always love you.”

16:”You‘re never too much.”

17:”Tag! You’re it!”

18:”You can’t catch me!”

19:”It’s ok to feel scared, but I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

20: “I’m magic too, see?”

21: “Will you help me defeat this magical beast?”

22:”Can you sing to me?”

23:”What did I tell you about feeding them after midnight?”

24:”How are you still cold? You’re wearing three jackets?”

25:”a monster probably did it.”

27: “Listen, I’m really sorry about last night, I never wanted to burden you with that”

28:”I’m an age Regressor/dreamer.”

29:”I will give you to the count of three.”

30:”It’s okay, I got you.” -

-Some of these I took from other lists, some I just made up. Feel free to request any of these and add as many details as you’d like.

#TSAgeregression #age regression #sfw #SFWageregression

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