#while the regressed board is more so current

[laydown-bud]

Saw someone make a similar post a while back but couldn't find who did it, but I asked and (when I commented on it) was told I could make my own version. And since it was a fun idea I really wanted to lol

Me when I was A Kid:

Vs.

Regressed Me:

Background of my Kid board vs my regressed board

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Put it on My Tab (19)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning: Frustration, Online Gaming, and Revelations

A/N:

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

All occupants of Wayne manor knew Jason was in a sour mood. To what extent or why was not clear, but it was obvious in his lack of snippy banter and increased silence, and when he did respond, it was sharper than usual. It was as if he was regressing back to the days when he was still finding his footing amongst them. He and Bruce never had an outwardly discussion clarifying everything, but there was something that was done to help build a new foundation, regardless oh how shaky that was.

They tried to approach the second Robin in a variety of ways, trying to unearth the reason for the sudden slip into anger. Some thought Bruce and him had an argument, while others thought there may be trouble in the Outlaws. Neither was able to confirm their suspicions, and any attempt to do so was met with aggression and deflection.

Annoyed by all their brown nosing, Jason left the manor and spent the next couple of nights at his own apartment. Of course, I’d have no privacy in a house full of detective vigilantes. He rolled his eyes as he rolled out of bed and made his way over to his computer. Plopping onto the chair, he let it wheel backwards before pulling himself forward by the desk. He stared at the game icon on his desktop for what felt like the umpteenth time today. His fingers drummed just below his keyboard as he eyed his mouse, which rested only a couple inches away. I can’t just log on and act like I haven’t been gone in forever. She’s probably pissed that her online buddy has been MIA for so long. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back, the chair reclining with his weight. This is my only way to even speak to her, though. I cleared up the bill crap, maybe I can meet her again through here? Fake that I didn’t know who she was? Not like she’d ever know that I knew anyway. Pursing his lips to one side, he intensely stared at his ceiling, as if it held some sort of secret that would aid him in his decision to long on or not. 

“Fuck it, I’m logging on!” The seat swung forward with him as he sat up and logged onto the game.

Arkam_Knight has logged in. The italicized text popped up on the screen, much to Y/N’s surprise. Her character was currently standing in the town square looking at the request board for something that was easy enough for a solo hunt. Seeing the name of her dearly miss comrade was an answer to her desperate pleas for some miracle because there was no mission that allowed solo entry. She eagerly opened the chat box and began to type.

<Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! Where have you been?! I would’ve called the police for a wellness check, but I don’t have a clue on where you live.>  She watched the ellipses bounce then vanish repeatedly for a couple of minutes. The longer he took to reply, the more concerned she was becoming. An unknown weight slowly creeped onto her shoulders. Anxious thoughts spun around in her mind. The distant ding of his response was able to rip her from the thoughts.

<Yeeeaaah, my bad. Work was crazy and shit had me all over the fucking place trying to clean up. I can’t go into detail, a lot of confidential crap.>

<Yeah, I figured. So, I know you can’t tell me what you do for a living, but I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re working as a high level officer of some kind. I won’t ask you what branch, but sounds like you do work city wide, which I have no clue how you handle that.>

<Someone’s gotta do the dirty work, right? It ain’t for everyone. It just so happens that I’ve got a knack for it.> He added a little proud sticker. <You’ve been MIA yourself, I’ve logged in a few times and saw you hadn’t been on in a while.>

<Where do I even begin? Life has been kicking both of us in the asses, it seems.> She sent an exhausted sticker. She paused for a few minutes, staring at her blinking cursor. How was she going to explain it all to him? Would it even be believable? She, herself, also found it hard to swallow was true. From dealing with Waynes to meeting two of Batman’s partners to being part of a claim investigation because of the collateral damage to the building.

I thought dealing with snobby rich kids and wild Karens was as crazy as my life was going to be. Who knew I’d be entangled with crime fighters and a Trust Fund kid. She slumped in her seat, slowly tapping at the space bar to let him know she was still there. Erasing the long gap of emptiness, she sat up once more.

<Give me a sec, gotta organize my thoughts on this.>

<Damn, that much? Take your time, I’m here.>

<Thanks.> She smiled at the animated thumbs up sticker was sent. At least I still hot my friends.

Jason sank back into his computer chair, rocking back and forth and swinging side to side as he awaited for her response. Watching the symbol of her typing appear and disappear multiple times was far more torturous than he anticipated. He knew what she was going to tell him, he was there with her. She did not know that, and he did not know how she took any of it. The only thing he could rely on were the facts, but that did nothing for his nerves.

If someone told him that he would wake up one morning in a hotel room next to a stranger, who knew how to get under his skin and take over his thoughts, he would have laughed at them. If they told him she was his online gaming buddy as well, he would have scoffed the added detail and never spoken to the person for being out of their mind. And yet, here he was, months later, talking to that very strange woman, battling between keeping in touch and cutting all ties. 

If things could just go back to when we didn’t know each other, it could just be simpler. I can’t even game with her without feeling some sort of way. He rubbed his chest as that uncomfortable weight sank onto his heart. I should’ve just paid the bill and let it be. Why did it matter if she knew me or not? I knew she got screwed over because of me, I should’ve just ended it as soon as I found her. His irrational actions bothered him. He was a cold and calculating vigilante that played by his own rules. He even ran the crime world for a time when he was completely at odds with Batman and was blinded by his heightened rage. He survived death and a beating from the Joker. Handling a hotel bill for a girl should not be this difficult, and yet here he was stuck in quicksand. He glanced at his computer monitor and his eye twitched at the site of the dots vanishing again. “What is she doing, right a novel?!” He threw his hands up and heaved a heavy sigh.

He swung his chair straight at the ding and leaned in close to the monitor, skimming the paragraph before forcing himself to read from the start.

<Ok, Dickens, you didn’t tell me you were publishing a novel! Lol, give me a sec to read all this.>

 It started off as he expected, she mentioned their first few meetings and how she fumbled with trying to hide herself. He could not help the snicker that came at her admission of being angry at him, but a grin quickly took over when she confessed that she found him good-looking. 

“Damn right, you did! I’m fucking handsome!” He boasted, puffing his chest with pride before diving back into the text. I came that night and those pricks were there, ok, Nightwing and Red Robin came crashing through the window, fine, so then-wait, what the fuck! His gaze snapped back to the two mentioned vigilantes and the incident he was not aware of at all. “When the fuck did this happen? Did Dickhead do this on purpose?! I’m going to enjoy getting answers out of him later.” He cracked his knuckles as a wicked smirk took over. He carefully read through the incident and soon realized that this was in fact a coincidence, but his ‘darling’ older brother failed to mention it to him. At least they left her a tip.

Pushing forward, he read about the following insurance claim filing that was on going to prove that this was not something staged. Then there were her concerns about a particular caffeine addicted young teen who was another Wayne with another name. His mind instantly flashed to the memory of Tim’s coffee cup.

Don’t tell me he’s in on it too! Nosy assholes, Jason was ready to flip his computer table but kept his composure. No, he can’t be. He hasn’t been asking me shit or tailing me in any way. That means this is just his need for coffee, and she makes damn good coffee. He reasoned himself back into a state of calm to read onwards. The name of the detective in charge of the claim has him seeing red. He paced the length of his bedroom to avoid breaking his only means of communication with her. “Oh, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill him the next time I see him! That was on purpose, he chose to take the lead on this because I told him her name. Dickhead is in for a world of pain.” His voice rumbled in anger as he expended the rage through physical activity. 

He sat back in his seat when he felt he was calm enough to, and continued to read the rest of what she had to say. She finally got to their last evening together. He made her brownies and she was really touched by it.

<I was purely joking about the brownies, but he actually went through with it! I don’t think I’ve ever dated a guy who made me brownies, and he’s a stranger! It’s insufferable just how perfect he is for dropping such a huge bill on my head!> She punctuated with angry stickers. <I didn’t want to eat them, though. I wanted to keep them forever, like a memento since-well, I’m getting a head of myself.> She dove into the details of their diner date. He remembered that night, they talked for hours, but it felt like hardly any time had even gone by. <I hated asking him to pay, but I had to. It was getting to be too much for me and my roomie. He was great about it, a real gentleman. I said to just help with what was left, but he paid me the whole thing! I really had him wrong in my head. We ended up staying out late, talking. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an easy conversation with a guy before. When the diner had to close, he took me home and even waisted until I got through the front door. But now I don’t have any reason to talk to him, and he hasn’t made any effort to reach out to me either. Which loops back to the brownies. I wanted to keep them as a memento because it looks like that chapter is closed. But all of his efforts would’ve gone to waste. They were really good, which sucks. Now he’s even more of a jerk wad because it’s not fair! My roomie has plans to celebrate my freedom, but I’m not so sure. I want to, but it involves the tip from Nightwing and Red Robin. Would that be considered evidence or something I should hand over to the detective at my formal interview?>

The infamous Red Hood sat there, speechless, with his head swimming from his and her emotions. She clearly wanted to keep up their friendship, and he did too, but it was not safe. She was already linked to two of them, which was bad enough. He knew he was the worst of them to ever be associated with, and that made this more irritating for him. He muttered profanities as he slammed his fist on the desk. If only he could untangle himself from all this, everything would be fine.

<Shit, you really were busy. Glad to hear he paid his dues like a man. But if he’s so hot, why not just ask him out yourself?> He suggested. He needed to act like any other citizen. He needed to distance himself from himself in her mind. <Did you really serve Nightwing and Red Robin while they were on a mission? I definitely wouldn’t have thought about giving them coffee in the middle of all that. Though, he sounds like a weirdo saying your name so many times. I doubt he was threatening you, maybe he’s got some weirdo fetish? I’d say keep away from him. As great as he is, a masked guy flipping through the Gotham night in spandex must have some sorta thing.> He insisted. That’s what you get, Dick-wing. He smirked. <The tip is yours to keep, you served them, and they gave you a tip. Unless it had some secret message or some sort of flash drive, cash isn’t going to be a dig deal. Plus, they didn’t ask you about the tip though they saw it on camera, you’re good. It’s yours, use it.>

<Yeah, she said the same thing. Said it was a gift from the heavens and I shouldn’t be so paranoid. Also, no way in hell am I asking him out! He’ll think I’m some gold digging hussy! The guy paid for dinner and the hotel bill, I think I’m the last person he wants to see again!>

<Listen to me, I’m a guy, trust me. If he thought you were a gold digger, he would’ve ended shit right away or left you at the diner. The guy made you brownies! I think you can give him some slack and think that maybe, just maybe, he likes your company too?>

<If he liked it so much, why hasn’t he texted me?>

<Because he’s a bigger dumbass and overthinks like you? Thinks you hate him or that you don’t want anything to do with him because he landed you in shit?> He countered. <You don’t have to do anything, I’m just saying thinking about it. Whatever you choose, just don’t abandon me again! Solo raiding was horrible!> He added a few tearful stickers to gain sympathy.

<You think? Alright, alright, I get it! Sheesh, I just told you, I didn’t vanish on purpose! I promise, I’ll keep in touch as best I can! I don’t have to OT anymore, so that’s promising. Thanks for listening. Now, let’s go kick some monster tail!>

<LOL, anytime! I thought you’d never ask!>

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[a-very-tired-jew]

That moment when you find out the anti-Zionist Jewish friend you have has been getting all their news, positions, and rhetoric from BreakThrough News. It explains so much of their sentiments towards the West in general, not just Israel. If you're unaware, The DailyBeast did a thorough report and investigation on BTN and how it's just a propaganda piece for the B, R, C, and S of BRICS. Many of its content creators are former Sputnik and RT personnel. They've downplayed the war in the Ukraine and repeatedly put out pro-Russia propaganda. They currently still put out pro-Russia/anti-Ukraine pieces, but also put out pro-Hamas/anti-Israel material as well.

They are part of an ever growing network of anti-Western media that defend the regressive policies of Russia and China while garnering support from Leftists who may find those policies bad, but are so driven by anti-Western rhetoric and belief that they're willing to make allies of of people, organizations, and governments that would likely see them stripped of their rights, imprisoned, and/or dead.

Please give their article a read.

I personally found this particular bit interesting:

BreakThrough’s filings, meanwhile, show it operates out of the People’s Forum in Manhattan, another organization that has acknowledged receiving dark money donations from Singham—whom the group praised on Twitter as “a Marxist comrade who sold his company & donated most of his wealth to nonprofits that focus on political education, culture & internationalism.” To date, Singham-linked groups have donated almost $20 million to the People’s Forum.

Sitting on the People’s Forum’s board is Claudia De La Cruz, who pulls triple duty as BreakThrough’s secretary and as a “co-coordinator/educator” for the Justice and Education Fund. An auditor’s report filed in New York shows that more of Singham’s money trickled down to BreakThrough from the Forum in the form of $80,575 in donated rent in 2021, the most recent year for which filings are available.

But when The Daily Beast visited the People’s Forum address, it found a bookstore hawking tomes by Prashad and titles from his Leftword imprint, as well as a coffee shop and an event space—but no evidence of a studio. What’s more, none of BreakThrough’s hosts appear among the staff listed in the outlet’s filings. Rather, the underlying nonprofit’s leadership consists of figures like De La Cruz who donate an hour a week to the organization, and who like De La Cruz are affiliated with the Party for Socialism and Liberation, a small far-left sect that does not appear to receive substantial donations from Singham or from anybody else. The PSL does, however, appear as an allied group to the International People’s Media Network on its webpage. Puryear and Becker, two of the BreakThrough anchors, are co-founders of the party.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm not surprised due to the community they are part of. But it's really telling that they'll claim Zionists are spreading propaganda, are paid propaganda shills, and all the other lines we've heard since October while they themselves are spreading stuff like this. Yes there's the cliche line that every accusation is a projection, but I think in this case, because I know the individual so well, that it's sheer willful ignorance because those unvetted sources support The Narrative.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Chaggie agere fic!

Charlie stayed up all night again and needs a break. Sorry if it's too short.

It was about noon when Vaggie really started to get worried. Charlie had stayed up all night, trying to figure out a way to stop extermination and make the hotel work. The girl had eye bags under her eye bags and refused to sleep. The whole Hazbin squad was worried. As vaggie tried to hold an intervention, the rest stood back and watched.

“Come on, Hun, you need a break,” Vaggie said trying to steer Charlie away from her notes. She was currently sitting on the couch in the common area, a bunch of papers with notes on them covered the coffee table and there was a thumb-tack board that was covered with red thread connecting news articles and ideas and more random stuff.

“Extermination is in 4 months, Vaggie! If i can’t find a way to stop it, then everyone will die, and it's all my fault!” She cried. Everything seemed to be her fault. Why couldn't she just be helpful for once?!

“Hey, its not your fault. And not everyone will die. We still have some time. But i think you deserve a much-needed break,” Vaggie rubbed her shoulder from behind the couch. It was a nice massage since she was very tense from the horrible posture she maintained throughout the night.

“No, I don’t. Theres not much time left and I can’t waste it on resting.” Charlie continued to hunch over her work.

“Come on, Princess, ya need a break,” Angel interrupted from the back of the room.

“No, I Don’t! I’m perfectly fine without one!” She snapped at him. He kind of sunk down in defeat, making Charlie worry that she just ruined everything again.

“I- I’m sorry i snapped, but I’m still not gonna put this city’s life at risk because i decided to take a nap,” She apologized. Vaggie looked so done with her girlfriend. They both worried and cared for each other a lot. So, sensing that Charlie was being like this because she didn’t have a break yet, she picked her up from under her armpits like a cat and then cradled her to her chest.

“No! Put me down! I am the princess of hell!” She tried to squirm out of Vaggies hands.

“Sweetie, you need a break,” Vaggie said once again.

“I-.I-” Charlie’s voice cracked before she broke out into sobs. God, she was so exhausted but she couldn’t rest. Sleep was for the weak and she had to prove to heaven how very big and strong she was.

“Shh, Shh, Its okay,” Vaggie whispered in a soothing tone. Charlie curled up even more as she sobbed, giving away a hint that she had now slipped. 

Charlie sometimes would use age regression to cope with extermination or just stressful situations. Vaggie first brought it up to her since she also used it and wanted to give Charlie a healthy coping mechanism to try. The two mostly took care of each other or regressed alone.

Sir pentious wanted to help since he really admired Charlie and her efforts. He slithered his over to them and looked at her.

“Hey, Everything’s ok-” Even louder wails erupted from Charlie as soon as she saw him. Everyone seemed so scary right now besides Vaggie, her caregiver. She just wanted to curl up in bed and cuddle with her stuffies.

“Come on, sweetie, You’re gonna be okay, We’re heading up to our room, alright?” Vaggie comforted her while walking a way. She muttered a ‘sorry’ at Sir Pentious.

Once they reached their master bedroom, Vaggie laid her crying princess on the bed before going into the closet to grab a couple of things. She came out with a beach bag that had rainbows and a sun on it. Inside were her Little Items. She had multiple pacifiers, a few sippy cups and one bottle. She also had a bunch of coloring books and bedtime stories in there. On the bed, currently, was her duck stuffed animal that Lucifier had given to her when she was very young.

Vaggie quickly filled the bottle up with water and gave Charlie her ducky. She sat on the bed and pulled her into her lap to begin rocking her. She started to sing a spanish lullaby, hoping it would help calm her baby down. Luckily it did and her cries were now quiet but she was still very small. So Vaggie held the bottle up to Charlies mouth and she began to suckle on it. All of the crying made her really thirsty.

“I think this little one needs a nap,” Vaggie said once Charlie finished the bottle.

“Bu’ I wanna play,” Charlie pouted.

“You can play when you wake up, but for now, its Night-Nigh time.” Vaggie helped change her little one out of her suspenders and suit and into pajamas before tucking her in.

“Sleep well, Charlie,” Vaggie said before kissing her forehead goodnight.

[smallpuppyz]

intro 💤 (may edit later) i had this blog for a while but i never used it so i’m making it my agere blog !! 🪼

🪐 you can call me puppy! i'm 18 and an age (sometimes pet) regressor. my pronouns are he/it/paw. my little age is around 3-4 but it differs a lot ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა i'm mostly just a sleepy guy that needs a lot of naps. i'm also fictionkin and i hoard xenogenders :) i'm also autistic 🌈♾️ !!

i don't have a caregiver currently ☁️☁️

🧸 i like my little pony (gen 4), object shows, amphibia, the owl house and anything animated really :) i also like video games like omori, pokémon and minecraft

🦴 i also love space, ocean animals, raccoons, tech related aesthetics, stars, lovecore, dazecore, sleepycore, plushies, liminal spaces and cute cats :3

🌙 if you want i can do requests for regression boards, stimboards and paci/ agere flag icons! any media or theme as long as it's sfw :) feel free to also just send asks or dms in general about anything you'd like to share or if you just want to talk ^_^ i‘m always looking for friends! i'm more active on discord though :)

[ SFW interactions only! ]

[playroom-sekaii]

Hello!! could you do some little mizu & cg ena hcs if thats okay (>^ω^<)

Alright, here you go! :D

-Mizuki's the epitome of a chaos toddler, normally slipping to around 3-4 years old. They can go a bit younger if they're feeling especially bad, but Ena's there to help them feel all better!

- They're a voluntary regressor, usually after having to go to school they'll use the evening to relax and feel small. They don't usually like letting others be around them when they're little though (not only from thinking it would be like their other secret, but I sort of headcanon that they've had bad experiences in their past telling others that they're an age regressor, making them even more nervous about letting anyone know), but Ena is working to help them feel more comfortable with it. When their anxiety over their secret gets especially bad, they involuntarily regress, which is normally when they allow Ena to step in and help.

-Ena is currently one of only two of Mizuki's true friends that know about this part of them, the other being Rui. She wants to do everything she can to help them when they're small, wishing to support their mental health however she can. Though she'd never admit it, she spent a lot of time researching how to be a good caregiver for them, along with thinking about when she was younger with Akito.

-Ena's quite good at telling when Mizuki's trying to hide that they're regressed. Their voice gets a bit mumbly, their teasing doesn't hit as hard as it usually does, they tend to fidget with looser parts of their outfits. Even if they try to deny it, Ena will tell them that it's okay, and try to take them somewhere more secluded if they're in public or start a private Nightcord call if they're not physically together.

-Little Mizuki absolutely loves playing dress-up, it's their favorite thing in the world! They let Ena pick out special outfits for them to wear, and then they put on a little fashion show for her! Sometimes Ena gives them small makeovers as well, and she occasionally lets Mizuki do the same for her (sure, her little one's attempts at doing her makeup make her look like a clown, but she's proud of their hard work!)

-Ena enjoys getting to do arts and crafts with her small one - coloring, drawing, finger painting, she absolutely cherishes every piece Mizuki makes while little. They really like watching Ena draw as well, she can make almost anything, it's like she's magic! There have been a few incidents of Mizuki coloring on Ena's walls, and while she was quite proud of her little one's art, she didn't want to get in trouble with her parents so she had to scrub it off-

-Sometimes Mizuki will want to play games with Ena, be it board games or things like hide and seek, but they're quite a competitive and sneaky small one. Making up rules on the fly is quite common, much to the annoyance of Ena ("An' I can go a extra space!" "What?! Why?" "Cuz I'm special!" "I mean, you are, but..." "Hehe~")

-Mizuki still teases Ena a bit while they're little, though their attempts don't hit as hard as when they're big. Ena likes to pretend that they're the most insulting things she's ever been told, though this sometimes makes Mizuki worry that they've genuinely upset her ("Ena you butthead!" "*gasp* Goodness, Mizuki! How dare!" "Wait Ena no-")

-Cuddles are very abundant! Whenever Mizuki's upset or tired, or just randomly, the two of them will end up on Ena's bed surrounded by plushies, it makes Mizu feel especially safe and happy <3

-Mizuki's favorite stuffed animal while little is a cat Ena got them that they named Amethyst (though they sometimes struggle with the pronunciation, simply calling her Ammy), they take her everywhere with them. If Ammy goes missing you will not know peace around little Mizu until she is found.

-Ena is somewhat overprotective of lil Mizu, she always tends to go the extra mile to make sure nothing happens that could cause them to be hurt or upset. Mizuki thinks she's being a bit silly when she worries like this, but they truly are grateful for how much she cares for them ♡

[dragon-queen21]

Caregiver Usopp & Regressor Nami mini fic

Just sharing more in progress works of mine, although with this one I am super close to finishing the whole thing :3 Hopefully sometime this week I will have it done and posted

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Usopp has been given one job.

Well actually more than one.

He’d been tasked to watch over the Going Merry while the rest of the crew took some time to explore the new island they landed on and get a chance to stretch their legs after being stuck on board for weeks.

However, on top of this he had been given one other extremely important job. That being to watch over his regressed Nakama who was too small to properly go exploring. One job that he is lowkey terrified of. It was hard not to be with both Sanji and Zoro threatening his very life.

"Take care of Nami. Don't let anything happen to her, don't let her do anything stupid. It's two things, can you handle that?" Zoro asks, bluntly.

"Of course, I can! I'm the great Captain Usopp remember! Babysitting a child is nothing to me! Why I once babysat-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Zoro eyed the girl, who was currently being held in Sanji's arms, much to the cook's delight.

Usopp grumbled a couple curses under his breath at being ignored. The swordsman doesn't seem all that convinced at his clear skill when it came to looking after both children and age regressors alike. Which was fine. He'd simply prove that he would be able to handle the little one for a couple of hours. How hard could it be?

"If anything happens to my darling there's going to be hell fire to pay." Sanji threatened, before handing Nami off to him. "Be good for Usopp?" Nami simple pouted, trying to grab for Sanji again.

“Nooo don’t goooo!” She wailed, squirming enough that Usopp could barely keep hold of her.

"Aww darling we won't be gone for long." Sanji cooed, at the same time as Zoro stated a gruff, “You’ll be fine.”

The two watched as Sanji and Zoro headed off the ship, followed shortly by Robin Chopper and Luffy, the girl's pouting and whining growing until their Nakama were out of sight.

"Well Nami-san what would you like to do?" The sharpshooter asked, bouncing the regressor lightly on his hip.

"Color?" She asked, not looking the least bit happy.

Usopp grinned. "Of course! I'm the world's best artist you know."

Nami gasped. "You can't be! Cause I'm da best!”

“Oh, you are?”

“Mhm! Sanji said so."

"Well then, I'll just have to see for myself, won't I?"

The age regressor giggled while nodding. Usopp couldn’t help the small amount of warmth that swelled up in his chest at hearing the sweet sound. See, this wasn’t going to be hard at all.

[kara-cant]

TikTok has been down for like 12 hours and I can already see exactly how no other app is going to be able to offer what TikTok does. I always see the memes of oh when AO3 is down or crashes immediately in real time everyone’s reactions on this app are like sound the alarm. But that’s kinda only for that specific instance. TikTok did that for EVERYTHING! The ceo death, instant reactions from all sides, the cease fire, opinions analysis and takes across the board. Now, I went omg people must be blowing up that is actually happened like how they were the past few weeks but on the other platforms now, and the reality is that no other platform can give the same instantaneous reactions and unfiltered responses as things happen. No matter your stance on if you like TikTok or not it has to be acknowledged that this is such a huge form of censorship and limitations from allowing people to actually connect with one another.

I think of how “trends” used to take years to spread from the bigger cities like New York to the smaller areas states over. Or even across the ocean from Italy to here, etc. but as technology advanced the physical gap of distance became ideologically shorter as we were able to connect closer and closer to real time with one another but the second we achieved a platform the facilitated that in a raw form, it was taken down and removed. I wonder who benefits the most from division of people dependent on location, socialization, and ideology confinement?

Most people on this app are consumers of media and information that varies from topic to topic and format to format but the one thing that is consistent amongst us all is that we are impacted by the content we seek and what find us. We find ourselves within it and eachother as we form communities and create connections. Something that is seen across so many fandoms and forms of media is the destruction of division and people seeking total control, as well as the the societal repercussions that come from actions claiming to be for the better while in reality perpetuating these motifs.

The world has always been a place of turmoil. It has always had these dark moments. WE (the common people) just never had the ability to SHARE our perspectives and be HEARD by others. We have never been able to form emotional connections without shared experience in real time. There have always been people that are selfish and seemingly evil just for the sake of being evil but when those things would happen, people couldn’t do much more than endure. And eventually when endurance ran short and people became fed up change would happen, but it could only be made by the individuals experiencing these darknesses. Now we have created channels of support, community and awareness that allow for endurance and education. It allows for new options to be explored and perceived. That’s been snuffed out time and time again through banned books, canceled media, government interference and the monetary control of main news and information distribution. Eventually endurance will run out as it has in the past and we the people now have the knowledge of something different. Of lives spent without these sources of turmoil and alternative solutions to problems within our control.

Do not go silent into the night. We can not regress into a technological darkness as websites are being bought out, controlled, monitored and censored to strip the common people of their resources, communities and opportunities for growth. Survival and endurance are the current focuses of so many of us, but for those in a place of power, a place of privilege, and a place of compassion, that can see the other side, have connected across the social barriers they continue to construct and have begun dismantling the divisions that try to force us to forget that we are all humans, one in the same, creatures of the earth and souled beings capable of intense beauty and intense pain.

[lil-dinopup]

Name: You guys can call me Dinopup! Or just Pup

Age: I'm Over 25

Species: Fairy Mascot / Dinosaur Dog! With the ability to turn human

Gender: I'm Nonbinary (Fem Leaning)

Pronouns: Fae/Fem is my preferred pronouns but I also use She / Her (I'm only out as nonbinary IRL to my twin) and It/Its

Sexuality: Asexual (Sex Repulsed) Sapphic but Questioning Aromantic

Living: In The USA

I am an age regressor and cg but it's complicated >////< Naturally very cg-ing but def not someone who could take care of someone fully by myself XD I'm more of the fun kind big sister kind of cg. I'm not currently looking for any littles though. My little age range is quite large and I need to explore it more, but I regress mostly when I'm having bad feelings or super tired and forcing myself to stay up LOL! So It's pretty hard for me to do so.

I love love love writing and drawing littles things though!

I made this blog because I really wanted to share my art with Tumblr! 

While I mostly write just for fun, I take art commissions which mostly help going towards food and bills. I will tag art that are commissions such. Because of this I don’t really take requests often. 

I'll be honest this is the first time I've made an introduction post sooo I looked at lots and lots of examples to see what most people do!

🦖 I struggle with mental health issues and other stuff. So I sometimes take a while to reply or post. But, I never let my issues get in the way of finishing a commission!

🐕 I use clipstudio to make my art

🦖 This is a side blog because I wanted my main blog to be a place where I felt comfortable reposting other people's art and stuff. And this blog is focused on just my art if that makes sense? So I can't follow people back as Dinopup

🐕 My sona Dinopup has gone through many edits some of the pictures I will post of her will be of her old look.

🦖 Expect posts being posted at weird times I have never heard of a sleep cycle

🐕 I'm way too hard on myself 99% of the Time!

🦖 This blog is SFW so no sexual asks or things like that please (specially because that stuff is super uncomfortable for me)

🐕 Please don't message me asking to be your CG while I'm a very caring person it makes me uncomfortable to get those messages. While less likely please don’t ask me if I want you as a CG. My regression is really complicated and I don’t feel comfy dragging someone else into it. I'm sorry

🦖 While this blog is okay with diapers and draws littles in diapers, I'm not comfortable with messy diapers.

🐕 Please don't take my art without crediting me I work really hard on it :< If you want to use my art for a mood board or something please first DM me for my approval and second make sure you credit me for my art with a link to my blog

🦖 Please no guilt tripping or anything like that, its really bad for my mental health.

🐕 I follow the Golden Rule please do so as well! (If you don't know what the Golden Rule, it's treat others as you would like to be treated, aka be nice)

🦖 Commissions: Open!

🐕 Asks: Open (Anon too)

🦖 DMs: Open

🐕 Mentally: Doing Ok!

🦖 Activity Levels: I'm Trying To Be Active!

🐕 Dinopup Rambles: Just General Posts I make

🦖 Dinopup Answers: For Answering Questions

🐕 Dinopup Art: For My Drawings <3

🦖 Dinopup Writing: For My Stories

🐕 Dinopup Commissions: This features Commission I Worked On

🦖 This is Dinopup's Ref Sheet

🐕 Dinopup is a Magical Girl Fairy Mascot who prefers to stay in her human form

🦖 Her Default Cloth Color is Blue

🐕 While Dinopup is an adult please don't draw her sexualized since she is me that's very awkward and uncomfortable for me

🦖 She has the ability to transform herself any way she like

🐕 Like me she's a little too!

[itiaskia]

do you think Shu would be nervous/awkward in intimate situations?

//nsfw

Full ask: I love your writing pieces!! ♡ I'm writing something shmk myself and asking people for opinions, so I thought I should ask one of my favorite ValkPs as well. Realistically (and by that I mean sticking possibly closest to canon, current timeline. "Personal nuances" aside), do you think Shu would be nervous/awkward in intimate situations? Especially if Mika wanted him to do something non-vanilla. I'm not writing freaky Mika for this one but I've been wondering if Mika were to ask Shu to nip him or do anything that causes at least a bit of bodily pain would he be like "Wait isn't that literally harming the other?!"… and also degradation. Probably what I'm more interested in for this one. Shu won't change his personality that's who he is but realizing he loves and deeply cares for Mika could he possibly be averse to the idea of degradation? Thankies..

My Response:

Thank you!

I definitely think Shu could definitely be nervous/awkward during intimacy, especially if he's getting out of his comfort zone. He's not always the best about trying new things, and is very vocal about his negative opinions. I wouldn't put it past him to have an over the top averse reaction to Mika suggesting pain play / degradation.

This is moreso going off where they are current in canon, Shu's self aware that the way he used to be cruel to Mika isn't okay, and while he is definitelly nicer about it, he's not perfect. I think one of his realistic worries would be Mika "regressing", in that he's worked hard with Mika to help him transform from being "Shu's doll" to being an equal human partner.

One of the big themes with Valkyrie as a unit is trust, and how much trust they put in each other. I think this could be something interesting to explore with them, and how Shu would have to realize he can't always micromanage Mika or just do things with him that he's 100% on board with, opening his mind to try new things and trust if Mika would tell him it's too much.

[c2istar]

Orenji 오렌지

“Looking up, most ATCs see responsibilities. I see resources.”

Age: 36    

Species: Red squirrel    

Handedness: Right

Personality: An absurdly calm, polite, and impulsive quick thinker who doesn’t think of consequences. He always smiles warmly but speaks in perfect soulless monotonous voice, he tends to uphold multiple conversations at once and is almost always seen conducting ATCs. He is very talented at multitasking and if there’re nothing to do he would play 3 board of chess while filling up 3 sheets of sudoku and solving multiple equations at the same time in his head.

Like: Whiskey, Cream soup, Coffee with too much milk and sugar, Aircraft spotting, Radio, Sunrise

Dislike: Beer, Coffee without milk and sugar, using public toilet, Stubborn pilots, Unorganized airspace

Occupations: Combat controller, Avionic engineer, Flight dispatcher

Story: A civilian area controller who got invited into CCT unit, he later performs an unauthorized tradecraft to save his teammate which backfires in a purge that wipes out his family and his entire unit. After Seoltang helped him escape execution, he now devoted his life as a mercenary and prostitute to reach his donation goal of 9,000,000,000 Wons for the victims of the purge. During the journey to reach his goal where he crashed airliners for hired, he became more and more desensitized toward conducting unlawful interference as genocides became daily things for him. He does feel guilty but that doesn’t stop him. After all, he will feel better after he reaches his donation goal. No matter how many hundred thousand people he kills if he can please these couple thousand people. It doesn’t matter that he’s redeeming himself at the expense of other people. He will feel like a good person again. Beagcha couldn’t stand it and as promised to Orenji when he first notices the change in himself. Beagcha is dead set on killing Orenji before he could become an even worse person than when he starts.

Skills examples:

As a first generation CCT, he can provide ATS service both civil and military. Which allow him to: Ground jack aircraft, request air drop item, request lift from aircraft and provide air navigation aid.

He is an expert in all things flight operations both civil and military, which allow him to: Established forward air control and performed TACP and JTAC, sabotage national airspace, send aircraft to do his bidding, sabotage aircraft, and operate AWACS and AFTN.

Is a very capable analog modulation engineer and mechanic.

He has Tiltrotor PPL license, specifically V280 Valor.

Is capable of extreme multitasking, which allows him to keep track of many things at once.

Is a talented flight dispatcher who can do a very effective route design and fuel calculation.

His experience as a prostitute let him flirt his way out of some situations.

He’s very quick in navigating his way through the aeronautical chart.

He can jam the frequency and pretend to be the controller that the pilot’s supposed to communicate with to guide that aircraft to their demise or to hold them hostage in the airspace above a very populated city.

Note:

Has a Paruresis due to his urolagnia and has a chronic urinal tract infection which resulted from his Paruresis, peed blood and passing out from high fever mid work is not off brand for his service.

As a side effect of having his head cracked open by Beagcha. If he’s hit in the head, he will regress back to his 28 years old self. Sometimes he would inflict this on himself to escape reality. The only way to revert him back is using clozapine and by doing so will kill the alter that he created.

While his left and right-hand function normally, Huchu confirmed that Orenji’s corpus callosum was completely severed and destroyed which might explain current Orenji’s multitasking talent.

Has a touch starved tendency and will cling to physical contact. This is due to having to live in the wood, isolating himself from everyone for a few years when he first escapes the execution.

First generation CCT camp will always mess him up good especially the big one near his home, if you bring him inside, he’s going to lose composure and attempt to escape reality.

His lotion smells like fresh orange in the summer, the scent that Baegcha said suited him most.

[ms-boogie-man]

@myforwardingaddress … you do not follow directions very well.

I said provide evidence. You came back here with your fee-fees and ego

You are such a fēminist — and racist, and in such a hurry to have a black woman as POTUS that you are willing to have a fake, lying, deviant diversity hire rather than the person whom is best suited for the job. In your fever to be progressive — actually regressive — you ignore the fact that Kuh-maul-uh Harris imprisoned black men over small-time 'weed' infractions, made certain their sentences were very excessive, and this led to them doing hard labour while they were incarcerated… basically slavery. And speaking of slavery, you also ignore the fact that Harris is not black, and is a descendent of the real slavers… and though being the offspring of those people is not a sin in and of itself, carrying on their work is.

Btw, I just love your seemingly mature and heightened prose here, rather than the usual Marxist garbage I have to wade thru when I deal with you people, i.e., Trump is a racist piece of shit, you're a racist piece of shit… kill yourself! … to which I always answer — and trust me, over the last 10 years it has become a routine with you people — 

"I am a Daughter of Rome, not a piece of shit. Trump is not a piece of shit, he is a good man, and you cannot prove otherwise. And… I am a vampire which indicates I am already dead."

This leads me to your galaxy brain-take on President Donald J Trump. Allow me to educate you; you sorely need it.

Donald J Trump is currently our president. He is running a shadow government in the US via continuity of government and military intelligence, and it is all above board, legal, and constitutional. All this while Barrack Hussein Obama — Barry Soetoro — is attempting to run our government via the puppet Joseph Robinette Biden and whosoever he can shoehorn in via either more election theft, or maneuvering the US into war with whoever so the election can just be canceled and he appoint whoever he wants … and he does all this at the behest of the global tyrants he works for. All this is fact.

If you were more familiar with me and my over 11 years on this platform, you would know I am ALWAYS right. I do not get my info from fake news outlets, I get my info from around — the campfire — and my campfire is a very, very good one.

As I stated in the beginning of this… you do not follow directions very well. You run off at the mouth with your feelings and ego… and you are 110 wrong. You cannot prove Donald Trump is guilty because he is not. I myself have tried to find evidence of his guilt in anything, and was not able to… and I will have you know I am quite the little bloodhound and researcher.

You are desperate for Trump to be guilty of — you will accept anything at this point — and falsely accusing an innocent man/woman is a sin

… but you lefties have abandoned God, so this sin means nothing to you

One of the first moves the left makes is to convince their fellowship that there is no God, and in that way they can move on to convince their fellowship of literally anything. If the left cannot convince their fellows there is not any God, they then move to compromise God in the eyes of these fellows, and in this way, these fellows cease to be righteous

Btw, this is my usual prose: calm, factual, smiling

… and I would rather my president gabbed me by my pussy, than have a pussy for my president — Ms Katie Hopkins❥

… and bless your little heart, bless your little heart very much yo

Angie/Maddie🦇❥✝︎🇺🇸

ACAB and BLM people when they learn Kamala Harris incarcerated black people for weed: “well she wasn’t a cop just a prosecutor and they were breaking the law because weed was illegal at the time she is such a queen 🤗🥰 “

[story-book-sillies]

Hihi, could I please request some headcanons for a caregiver Redd from Animal Crossing? If it's not too much, for a regressor that falls into the 4-6 range that involuntarily regress a lot and gets really overwhelmed easily would be great, too! Thank you so much! ;;

Redd as a Caregiver

Characters from Animal Crossing

…

-Redd is practically family to you! (I mean, he calls you his “cousin” after all!)

-So obviously, when he finds out that you regress, he’s super supportive and respectful!

-Maybe he’s a little confused on how to be a caregiver at first, but he’s got the spirit to give it a try!

-The first time he saw you regress was perhaps while you were browsing his wares and the pressure of deciding what to buy made you break down into tears

-Or maybe you ran off to your secret beach, your own personal hide out, after a particularly hard day to let a few tears fall without anyone noticing

-Whatever the reason, the usually sneaky and shifty fox showed some concern when he saw you in such a sad state

-“Hey cuz… Why don’t you sit down…”

-He would hesitantly say, not wanting to scare you

-He would set you up on the floor, wrapped in a random blanket he was going to sell

-He may not be above scamming people, but he has a heart. Redd wanted to make sure you were ok

-After finding out that you regress, he would try his best to take care of you

-Anytime you started regressing, he would take you into his boat to give you a safe place to regress

-His nickname for you is “Little cousin,” (simplified to “Lil’ cuz”)

-He would show you the paintings he’s selling, as art can be very calming, even if most of them are fake copies of famous artworks

-Redd will let you sit on the floor and play with the toys he was probably going to sell. Now, they are gifts from him to you.

-He’s the best with snacks and he always has some on board so you two can eat together

-Wraps you up in a blanket burrito every time you regress around him

-If you are having a bad day and are crying, he will scoop you up and hold you close saying something like “There, there Lil’ cuz, I’ve gotcha.”

-He likes to play peekaboo and hide and seek with you

-You also play store! You’re the customer most of the time, but sometimes he’ll let you use his real cashier so you can play as the seller!

-Likes to make you giggle with silly stories

-Always ruffles your hair

-He likes to spoil you, though he’d never admit it

-He always sends you home with something, whether that be a snack or a small trinket

-All in all, he’s a great caregiver and he will always look out for you!

…

I’m finally getting back to all of my requests! I definitely had fun with this one! I had a little bit of trouble getting back into making content, but now that I’m feeling slightly better, I decided to get back to them! Requests are currently closed, but I’ll open them again once I finish the ones I already have! I hope you like these! More are coming soon!

[veraynes-blog]

not the last anon, but i have been rewatching the tenth doctor era as well! i think most of us got the urge haha. and i, too, will obviously always go feral for good old toschei. honestly, i've seen the master catching the doctor before he could fall to the ground again and almost sobbed. still feels like the first time, my heart won't and can't take it. it's probably time for the fix it fics again, although by now it feels like i've read them all. sigh.

anyway, i really need to know about the context of ten's return too. i've seen so many theories and i can't believe that we'll have to wait an entire year to find out the truth. i can't believe that he'll really be back, it feels too good to be true and i'm so excited and so, so scared! it's terrifying and wonderful. 💙

Oooh the bit where the Master catches him is soooo good. It's all about the Master's anger warring with the desire to be close/understood in that scene. He's hurting and he wants to bite and swear and scream! ...and also maybe a cuddle.

I'm not sure how I feel about any of the current theories about DT's return yet. I'm not really a fan of the thought of Thirteen 'regressing' into TenThree (or whatever he's being called), as that feels kind of... dismissive? Sorry, I don't quite know how to explain it.

The other main theory I've seen floating about is this will be the human TenTwo (especially since DT has aged) who went off and found his alternate universe version of Donna and Wilf. And while I'm more on board with that idea, it'll still be sad cuz it's not a fix for our Donna, you know?

I dunno, I have faith RTD will pull off something insane that won't disappoint 🥰

[agerefandom]

Kitchen Friends

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Regressor!Reader (he/him pronouns), cgs!Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

Words: 2,600

Summary: Bucky and Steve have been your friends for almost a year, and you don’t usually host the dinner nights. It’s a little stressful, but you’re excited to see Bucky and Steve!

Content Warnings: anxiety mentions, accidental injury, blood, involuntary regression, caregiver accidentally pushing too hard and getting called out, regression accidentally getting revealed. Brief references to wartime and trauma.

for @shadowdreamer5​

It had been a rough day and you weren’t sure why.

Nothing upsetting had happened, but you woke up anxious and the feeling lingered through the day. You tried to push it down, get your chores finished. Steve and Bucky were coming over tonight, and you wanted your apartment to be presentable. Which meant you needed to do the dishes you’d been avoiding for the past few days.

Luckily, you’d already done the groceries, so you didn’t have to leave the house (just the thought made your heart beat faster).

With the help of your favourite playlist, you got down to business in the late afternoon. The dishes were finished, the floors were vacuumed, and you’d even dusted a few shelves before giving up on that particular chore.

You ran over your evening plans as you hummed along to the music. Steve and Bucky had been over to your place before, but this was the first time you were serving dinner. Usually, you just lost track of time when you were together and ended up ordering pizza when you realized it was dinnertime. Their apartment was much nicer, so you’d been there for dinner more often. Both Steve and Bucky were great cooks, and you were well-aware that you probably weren’t going to measure up, but that was alright. It was the thought that counted, as Steve often reminded you.

Steve was a good friend. You’d met Bucky first, at the library, both of you favouring the same reading nook tucked away in a private corner. After awkwardly running into each other for the fifth time, you had both resigned yourself to being friends. Bucky had introduced you to Steve later that week, and you’d been… well. Doing your best not to hyperventilate while meeting Captain America. He probably got that a lot.

You didn’t know their entire history, but you knew that they had been friends before the war (and wasn’t that strange to think about, the Second World War being something that they remembered?), and you knew that Bucky preferred to keep out of the media. As far as most of the world was concerned, Bucky Barnes had died in service seventy years ago. You hadn’t asked why he was walking around a public library in the twenty-first century, but you learned pieces of both of their past as you got to know them. It was a history defined by combat, duty, and bonds. You could understand why they now lived the way they did, deliberately normal: farmer’s markets and library books, flowers on the dining table. It was a reclaiming exercise, a carefully cultivated domestic sphere to retreat into when the fighting was done.

You smiled as you finished washing the bathroom sink, rinsing the suds down the drain. It was a keen pleasure to be included in their domestic life, your home a new retreat for them. They picked up your favourite Netflix shows, asked about your preferred stores and where you got your favourite button-up. While both of them seemed well-adjusted to the current time period, there was always much more to learn.

Your reverie was broken by a knock on the door.

Oh, crap. That was probably them. Was it really six already? You’d completely lost track of the time, and you’d been so busy with chores that you hadn’t started any of the food.

You eyed your sparkling bathroom with new contempt, tossed your sponge back onto the side of the bathtub, and went to open the door.

Sure enough, Steve and Bucky stood in the hall. Bucky was holding a salad and Steve cradled a plate of brownies. They were dressed down in jeans and t-shirts, Bucky’s shirt featuring a cat wearing sunglasses and Steve’s a plain grey.

“I told you guys not to bring anything,” you greeted them, frowning at the food in their hands.

“It felt wrong to come over with our hands empty,” Steve shrugged, and gave you the brownies. The pan was still slightly warm, and you were sure they were going to be melty, soft, and delicious. The man had a talent.

“Well, come in,” you said, and went to drop the brownies on the kitchen counter. “I haven’t started dinner yet, I’m sorry.” You were feeling a little more settled now that they were here. They toed off their shoes and put them in their place by the door. Bucky dropped the salad on the table and leaned on the counter as you grabbed vegetables from the fridge.  

“Can we help?” Bucky said, snagging a red pepper from your hand and a cutting board from the dish-pile.

“Looks like you’re going to,” you pointed out. “And yeah, that would be great. Thank you.”

“What can I do?” Steve asked, joining you in the kitchen.

“Cut the broccoli and the beans.” You pushed them both into his arms, and put a cutting board on top. “It’s for a casserole, so cut them bite-sized.”

Steve offered a shining smile, balancing his armful of equipment. “Yessir,” he quipped, and went to do his work at the table, since your little kitchen was already a bit cramped with two people sharing counter-space.

“How have you been?” Bucky asked, slicing his pepper open and carving out the seeds inside. “It’s been over a week since we caught up.”

“Busy. Tired,” you said honestly. “Pulling through.”

“I feel that,” Bucky sighed. “Thanks for having us over, by the way. We’ve been looking forward to it.”

“So have I!” Your hands are busy peeling potatoes over the sink, but you give Bucky a smile. “Gives me a reason to clean the apartment, too.”

“We should come over more often,” Bucky teased.

“Maybe you should.”

You turned back to your work with a smile, but just then, your knife hit an odd divot in the potato you were peeling and dashed sideways into your thumb. You hissed as the blade cut into your finger, and dropped everything into the sink. The clatter caught the others’ attention, and Bucky was at your side in a flash.

Blood welled in the cut, and you felt abruptly dizzy. You’d never been good with blood, you remembered your mother teasing you about it when she’d cut herself in the kitchen. It had been just like this, dripping into the sink, and you’d cried and clung to her despite her protests.

You could feel the tears in your eyes now, either from the pain or the surprise. The blood kept coming, and you were scared. What if you had to go to the hospital? You hated the hospital. Needles and doctors and that awful smell of people dying. You couldn’t go to the hospital. They couldn’t make you go.

“It’s alright,” you could hear Bucky saying. “Just a little cut, Steve, get his first-aid kit. Above the bathroom sink.” A hand on your shoulder, solid but gentle. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll get it patched up right away.”

“Sorry,” you managed. Somewhere in the back of your head, you were aware that you were over-reacting to a little cut. But mostly you were just scared and tired and dizzy. “Bad at blood.” The weight of the day was rushing back in all at once, and you couldn’t handle it on top of everything else. Your knees gave out, but Bucky was there, scooping you up.

You could feel the cold of his metal arm even through the back of your t-shirt, his other arm looped under your knees as he lifted you.

“Oops,” Bucky said, as if he hadn’t meant to pick you up. “To the bathroom, I guess.”

You knew you shouldn’t, that you should protest and try to walk, but you couldn’t help but curl into Bucky’s chest as he carried you. They were so strong, these two, and it was easy to see in their bodies, but it was a different thing to feel the ease with which he lifted you, almost heedless of your weight.

“Is he okay?” you heard Steve ask, and the rustle of a bag. Probably your first-aid kit? Bucky said something about that.

“Overwhelmed,” Bucky said, and shifted you around in his arms. Suddenly, you were sitting on the couch on Bucky’s lap, which was kind of silly but also surprisingly comfy. “Ready for Doctor Rogers to fix that finger up?” he asked you, carefully picking up your injured hand.

You did your best to frown at him, but you were well aware that it probably looked more like a pout. He was talking to you like he knew that you were fighting off your regression, and that wasn’t fair at all. Bucky and Steve didn’t even know that you were a regressor.

Something cold pressed against your thumb, making you jump. You looked over to see Steve carefully wiping the blood from your hand, his expression almost comically focused on the task. He was even gentler with the area around the cut, but you still winced.

Bucky put a hand on the back of your neck, humming sympathetically.

Seriously, what was up with them? It felt like they were falling into caregiver behaviour, and you couldn’t call them out on that. But it was making it harder and harder to fight your regression, and you didn’t know what to do.

“Sorry, bud, but we’ve got to clean it before you get a band-aid,” Steve said, and smeared some cream across the cut. It didn’t hurt, but you weren’t expecting it, and you made a sharp noise of complaint. “Almost done,” Steve reassured you.

“Being so brave,” Bucky said, squeezing your uninjured hand. “Good job.”

Alright, that was it. That was not something that someone should say to an adult who had given himself a little cut. You pulled your hand from Steve’s grasp and got off Bucky’s lap, stumbling a little but determined to make your point.

“What’s going on?” you asked, hearing your voice wavering on the line between regressed and adult. “Why are you guys treating me like a kid?”

Steve and Bucky shared a look, and Steve ducked his head slightly.

“I’m sorry if we overstepped,” Steve said. “We… hm.” He stalled out, glancing at you and then at Bucky. “Do you know about a thing called age regression?” Steve said.

“I- what?” Your knees felt so weak. What was happening right now?

“It’s a coping mechanism, usually a reaction to trauma or stress,” Bucky explained. You could barely hear him over your heartbeat in your ears. “We saw it a lot in the tents between missions. People who feel a little younger when they’re not doing well. We didn’t have a word for it at the time.”

“We didn’t mean to push things,” Steve said, still apologetic. “I guess we have, patterns, for dealing with people who seem younger than usual. We didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You guys are… caregivers?” you managed.

“Yes!” Steve perked up. “Or, at least, we’d like to be. It was… it was…” He trailed off, and you noticed that Bucky had started holding his hand at some point.

“It was one of the things we shared with our old team,” Bucky finished for him. “We miss it. It was part of how we relaxed, taking care of our friends. But Steve’s right, we shouldn’t have pushed things with you. Old habits.”

“No, it’s. It’s okay.” You stared at your feet, feeling overwhelmed and dizzy and impossibly far behind. “You’re right, I’m a regressor. I didn’t think you knew.”

“We didn’t, really,” Bucky said. “Not until now.”

“I’m sorry.” The tears were threatening to start again, and you didn’t even know why. This was all so big and it felt so important but you couldn’t think. Your head hurt from all the crying, and your thumb was still aching, and you should have had dinner in the oven an hour ago. “I messed it all up.”

“No!” Both of them said immediately.

“We’re the ones who messed up,” Steve continued. “Of course it was scary to have your friends treat you like a child. Even if you were regressing, it would have been disorienting. We should have said something.”

“Maybe.” Steve has a point, it was pretty confusing. And they could have just asked you. “But it was nice.”

“Yeah? It wasn’t bad?” Bucky asked, looking hopeful.

“Gosh, no, of course not,” you rushed to reassure him. “It was really nice. I was just trying to stay big, and you were making it hard. But it was nice.” You needed to find another word, but it was just… nice!

“Well. You can be big if you want,” Steve said, fiddling with the corner of the first-aid bag. “You can put your own band-aid on and cook dinner.” You wait, knowing from his tone that he isn’t finished. “Or… we could help you put the band-aid on, and I can finish dinner while you show Bucky what you like to do when you’re younger.”

“That sounds good,” you confessed. “The second one.” You were still wavering in your adult headspace, and all you wanted to do is climb back into Bucky’s lap.

“Yeah?” Steve and Bucky both looked cheered by the idea. It was sweet that they were so excited about this. It must have really been something the two of them missed.

“Yeah.” You dug your socked toes into the carpet, suddenly shy. “Um, I’m pretty… small though. I dunno if you really want that.”

“How old are you, bud?” Steve asked, leaning forward.

You held your hand out with three fingers up. Now that you knew the nicknames are deliberate, they pushed you even deeper into your regression. You weren’t sure you could have talked if you wanted to.

“That’s not small at all,” Steve said seriously. “I think you’re a very big, brave boy, who still needs a band-aid for his finger.”

Bucky patted his lap and held out a hand, a clear invitation.

You walked forward to him, feeling a little out of your body, certain that this was a dream. But Bucky’s lap was just as comfy as you remembered, and it was easy to lean into his chest and drift. Steve lifted your hand, wiped it down again, and then produced a band-aid from the bag. It was one of your patterned ones, and you fought the urge to hide your face when you realized it was one of the Iron Man ones.

“Ah, I see how it is,” Steve teased, and then gently wrapped it around your finger, smoothing the adhesive. “Well, as long as you’re protected, it’s alright.” He kissed the tip of your finger where it poked out from the band-aid, and this time you couldn’t fight the instinct to hide your face against Bucky’s chest.

“You’re embarrassing him,” Bucky chuckled, running a hand over the back of your head, fingers slipping through your hair. “Give him a break, he’s only three.”

You made a little happy sound and pushed into Bucky’s fingers. You’d always liked getting your head petted when you were regressed. It was the most wonderful feeling, especially after a bottle or a warm meal.

Bucky obediently continued to pet your head, and Steve got to his feet.

“Well, I’d better tackle dinner,” Steve said. “You two enjoy the rest, and I’ll let you know when it’s in the oven.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” Bucky said. “I think it’s going to be a good night, even if dinner’s a little late.”

Nuzzling closer into Bucky’s chest as his fingers trailed through your hair, you found that you had to agree.

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Celestia and Dreams (Genshin Impact Theory)

Ok so this is going to a very long meta post about my thoughts on Celestia, what Dainsleif means by those who “dare to dream”, what is the dream, Khaenri'ah, and just all that stuff, Archons the like. This is going to cover a lot, but hopefully it will all make sense in a cohesive manner. Basically, I’m going to explain why Celestia is the true enemy, and how we are totally going to send that floating island crashing to the earth and allow Teyvat to dream again.  

Warning Spoilers for like everything so far (1.3, including Hu Tao's story quest), also I will talk about some stuff from the “Teyvat Chapter Storyline Preview: Travail” video, so if you’ve been avoiding stuff like that, um, leave this post.

To start, I want to note that I am treating the Archons and Celestia/The Divine as different entities. Well, more accurately if we are going for a metaphor, if the world is a giant corporation, Celestia is the President/board of directors, the Archons are just the middle managers. There are several lines in Dain’s trailer that hint to the Archons and Celestia being not necessarily allies for example in the Water Archon's section “The God of Justice lives for the spectacle of the courtroom, seeking to judge all other gods. But even she knows not to make an enemy of the divine.” Implying that she as an archon is beholden to the divine, and of course our dear Tsaritsa’s “Her followers hope only to be on her side when the day of her rebellion against the divine comes at last.” Which yeah, definitely puts her in opposition to Celestia. On that note, super interesting how seemingly all the “enemies” of the game are acting in opposition to Celestia (Dain, probably the abyss order, Fatui, etc). 

Anyways now that’s out of the way, what does it mean to dream in Genshin Impact? Dreaming comes up an awful lot, but not necessarily in the way you might expect, like look at these two lines from Albedo and Dainsleif (two associated with Khaenri'ah)

“The universe is heaven reversed, and the earth is a dream lost to time.” Albedo

“In the perpetual meantime of a sheltered eternity, most are content to live, and not to dream. But in the hidden corners where the gods' gaze does not fall, there are those who dream of dreaming” Dain

I’ll return to the heaven reversed part, but the “the earth is a dream lost to time” and the “most are content to live, and not to dream'' are interesting parallels. The implication being that the people of Teyvat, under the god’s eyes, aren’t dreaming. Only Khaenri'ah’s (where the gods’ gaze does not fall) dare to dream.

I think the line “perpetual meantime of a sheltered eternity” is important, in reflecting the current state of Teyvat. I have spent a long time thinking about what those a bunch of complicated words mushed together in a line might mean, and I think I have come to a conclusion. That sentence has a lot to do with time (Albedo also mentions it too), specifically however time not moving forward. I don’t necessarily mean that literally, but in a sense that Teyvat is not progressing. It’s trapped in a perpetual meantime, lost to time. But well ok, what am I saying? How do we gauge progress, how do we note the passage of time, what makes today different than yesterday, then 100, a thousand years previously? What hasn’t changed for Teyvat since the rise of the archons?

Well, technology of course! While we don’t have the clearest view of this, there is very little evidence if any at all that in the past 2,000 years humanity has made any major technological progress. Honestly there is more evidence that they have regressed in technology! Look at the ruin guards and other stuff like that which implies earlier civilizations had much more advanced technology. Basically, what I am trying to say is that Celestia has been intentionally stopping humanity from advancing technology because they know that if Teyvat advances enough the gods won’t be needed anymore, and humanity might pose a threat to their power. Notably Snezhnaya, who I have already mentioned is planning to rebel against Celestia, has the most advanced tech in Teyvat (except maybe Khaenri'ah).

We have evidence in them already doing that too! Look at the lore from Dragonspine, which tells the tale of an advanced (look at their fancy tech in the ruins) quite happy civilization, that one day Celestia sent down the nail and froze the place, killing everyone off (and maybe turning them into monsters, that seems to be a theme with them so I wouldn’t be surprised). The scribe box even says this “I've heard of people who are building a new nation without gods. Perhaps they'll have the power to stand against this world.” Which definitely implies Celestia did them dirty, also I am pretty sure that is referring to Khaenri'ah, which is a good segway.

I think that’s the same thing that happened to Khaenri'ah, they advanced too far (they became experts at life creation alchemy as Albedo says), dared to create a civilization without a god, so Celestia struck them down. I would even hazard a guess that Gold’s greed and massive army were exaggerated lies (if they are in fact Albedo’s master, Durin spoke of his mother quite nicely), and even if there is some truth in that, I think they were just an excuse. A way they could spin this curse into a warning to the rest. 

Another possible example of this happening is the Guili Assembly. They were seemingly doing pretty great (in general it seems there were plenty of societies doing pretty well, the salt god's kingdom etc) and Guizhong notably from the Memory of Dust description said this

"Because they are afraid, they try so hard to become more intelligent. This I understand." "So I thought that since there is such a gulf between us in strength, I should use technique and wisdom instead."

Guizhong was creating advanced technology (ex. her ballista) to help humanity, and conveniently she died in the Archon War, which was caused by Celestia going ‘hey there are 7 seats here, fight amongst yourselves’. I am not necessarily saying Guizhong was intentionally killed by Celestia, making it look like she died as a tragedy of the war but also yes. But even if my conspiracy theory there is wrong, Celestia intentionally created a survival of the fittest war where of course the warriors would win. 

And who suffered the worst from the Archon War? Yes, a ton of gods died until there were only 7, but those who suffered most were humanity. Hu Tao’s story quest talks about how not just conflict killed humans but curses and disease totally screwed them over and it was only due to people like Hu Tao’s family that saved them, not the gods. It all points to the fact that Celestia doesn’t care about humans whatsoever.

“This world has people who gained Visions, and those who did not. Which of the two do you think hold more importance in the eyes of the gods?” Dainsleif

“Perhaps... none of them do” The Traveler

This conversation from Dain’s world quest stood out to me a lot, and I find that one Traveler response option to be the canonical one, and if it isn’t, it's notably what your sibling would have said. In the eyes of the Gods, in the eyes of Celestia, humanity is all the same, vision, no vision, they are all pawns, means to an end.

“The gods goad us on with the promise of their seven treasures. Rewards for the worthy. The doorway to divinity. Yet buried in the depths of this world lies smoldering remains, a warning to those that dare trespass. ‘That throne in the sky is not reserved for you’ ” Dainsleif 

All allogenes have the possibility of ascension, of becoming gods, but as Dainsleif says here, at how the Sustainer of Heavenly principles responds to you and your sibling literally leaving the planet, it’s just a false promise. They make one or two rise, the exceptions like Vennessa, so that it seems you achieve that, so that you will work and worship them, but no one really will ever get there.

(also blatant self-promotion, but I have another theory that we will get a later boss fight where Vennessa will be forced to fight us by Celestia that I drew here.)

And I think it's also true in the reverse, those of Khaenri'ah are viewed as sinners, as the cursed, those who dared to defy the Gods and have suffered for it. The warning to the rest (that “smoldering remains” that Dain references). But as I said before, humanity in the rest of Teyvat isn’t viewed any better. Khaenri'ah is underground, a literal hell of sorts, but Teyvat is the one ruled by Demons. Barbatos, Morax, (Paimon) etc. Khaenri'ah might be hell but so is the rest of Teyvat. Bringing back Albedo’s line “The universe is heaven reversed”, heaven reversed is hell. They are all viewed the same. (also, if that one Teyvat is upside down/underground theory is true, then literally there is no difference between Khaenri'ah and Teyvat, they are all underneath Celestia and the Abyss (which is likely to be connected through the spirals)). Also “perpetual meantime of a sheltered eternity” gives me purgatory vibes which is also applicable here.

To continue my 'everyone's the same to Celestia' rant, look at the archons. I already talked about how I think the Archon War was a big scheme to consolidate power but look at the gnosis. They are literal chess pieces. They might be fancy chess pieces with lots of power but at the end of the day they are just pieces on the board for Celestia to play with and discard if necessary. No one is more important to Celestia, they are all pawns to keep their power.

So, to wrap up, Celestia has been keeping Teyvat (and possibly the rest of this planet) strictly under its control by dividing its population, ruining everyone who dares defy, and sabotaging Teyvat’s technological advancement. Forcing the world to remain in a “perpetual meantime”. However, there are currently movements within Teyvat to fight back against this, the Fatui, the Abyss Order (possibly) and Dainsleif/ Khaenri'ah. In the case of Khaenri'ah specifically, I’ve talked about this in another post, but I think Kaeya being the so called only hope implies that he is instrumental in their plans to defeat Celestia. Specifically I think they are trying to make him into an archon/human weapon to fight Celestia, but who knows. As I said before Khaenri'ah is known for its life creating alchemy so I think it’s related.

Either way Khaenri'ah is daring to dream, to dream of a world without the gods, where technology and humanity can flourish. And I think, you, the Traveler from afar, will be instrumental in deciding if they will succeed.

 Anyways hope you all enjoyed and if anyone wants to talk about this and other theories let me know!