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How do you pronounce xe / xer I've never heard of it, why this instead of just they? Thanks!

It’s pronounced ZEE/ZUHR. I wanted to use them ‘cause I liked them!

-Lo

#in the future please don't ask questions to this blog #nothing against you but we want to keep it dormant #a nonny moose #yay an answer!

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UPDATE

Lo is leaving kidhearts, since we’ve been told we’re making everyone uncomfortable. This blog will be an archive and therefore inactive from this point forward. Sorry to any friends I’ve made on here, it was really nice to get to know you, but Lo can’t deal with this anymore.

-The No-Name System

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Hoi!! I’m Bambi! I’m a tweenheart in the kidheart community and a littleheart in the @jukeboxsystem !! Looking to make new friends! You should like/reblog this if you are or post:

💜Kidheart or okay with kidheart interaction

💜kidcore

💜vocaloid

💜star vs the forces of evil

💜rainbows and sparkles

💜happy hardcore or rave aesthetic

💜kingdom hearts

💜Revolutionary Girl Utena

You should NOT like/reblog if you are or post:

❌ DD//LG, C//GL, AB//DL, or any other k*nk that fet*shizes p*doph*lia

❌ Terf, aphobic, transphobic, biphobic, anti self dx, alt r*ght, wh*te nat*onalist, or any other hate group

❌ CG//LRE or L*ltot, l*ttlespace (even if you are SFW)

❌ g*re, pro-*na

❌ 18+ or k*nk

#i'm kidheart too!!!

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Hiatus

This blog’s probably gonna be on a queue for a little bit...Lo has been on edge for at least an hour or two now and their stomach isn’t feeling very nice, even after they ate. So, queue and/or hiatus, mostly. Possibly some venting. Whatever is going on, Lo’s still in kidhearts! They just need some time to breathe, and don’t know how long that will be. Please don’t send asks or messages to this blog, it’ll ramp up Lo’s anxiety and no one needs that...

-The No-Name System

#if you know the other blogs odds are someone will answer #but it most likely won't be Lo #and they might get aggressive depending on who's fronting

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A 9-Word Poem

I am shattered

I am broken

I am recovering

#logan vents

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This user wants terfs to stop saying sapphic transgirls aren’t valid

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Children of The Stars

Hi everyone! It’s me again! In addition to my Second Chances series, I’m gonna try and write this as well, as an original thing that (hopefully) will not fall flat.

Any names used in the story can be changed, if the anyone wishes their name not to be used as a character. Just let me know via message or ask!

Far into the future, the human race has spread out across the galaxies. The final frontier is not much of a frontier anymore. Humans are born, and when they are old enough, travel to planets that they feel meet their needs best. In the Milky Way Galaxy, in solar system Ag-Ree I, there are two sister planets: Esgareogrisen and Granulesorexises. They lived in neutrality, both planets keeping to themselves. But when Granulesorexises grew toxic and began to see the prosperity of Esgareogrisen, they began to invade Esgareogrisen, taking over land that the humans already living there had begun to till and make their home out of.

This invasion fractured the once prosperous colony living on Esgareogrisen into dozens of factions, each of them trying to deal with their new invaders a different way, and each of them believing that their way is right. This is where we find our heroes, the Harked-Ti council, trying to keep their colony safe from invaders, as well as the other colonies who believe that they are in alliance with those from Granulesorexises.

It is slow going, but the Harked-Ti are making sure that their community is safe, and that those within it are comfortable. This is their story.

Logan was typing up yet another idea they’d never finish onto their holoscreen when they saw it: there was a bright light cutting through the sky, hitting the clouds: a rainbow with a heart attached to the right end: the Harked-Ti Signal! They packed up their holoscreen into their bag and left their studio apartment, fiddling with their biology watch on their wrist. In the elevator, they ran into Jaz. “You saw it too?” they asked.

“Yeah,” Jaz said. “Do you know what it’s about?”

“No, I don’t,” Logan said, feeling slightly anxious. “You don’t think the Neestetito are attacking again, do you?”

“If they are, I’ll stab them,” Jaz deadpanned.

Somehow Logan laughed and agreed, though the dread in their stomach didn’t disappear.

Together the two got out onto the street and made their way through, passing other Harked-Ti. Logan nodded their greeting, Jaz waving slightly to everyone they passed. Logan was flexing their fingers, a sure stim that they used when they were anxious. Or feeling a little manic. Or both. Or neither.

They took a deep breath. Today was not...the best time for drama.

Jaz pet their head. “It’s going to be fine.”

“I know,” Logan mumbled, bringing their fingers to their mouth. “I still worry though.”

Jaz shrugged. The two were sibhearts and thick as thieves, especially when one or the other was stressed. They walked to the edge of the city, where a forest was growing in between the center of the Harked-Ti colony and the closest mountain range.

Brushing back branches hanging over the path, they walked to the center of the forest by the stars and moonlight, where a cottage sat. Outside the cottage was a clearing filled with chairs of all sorts, covered in pillows and even a few beach blankets. Raven and Zach, the owners of the cottage, as well as a few other members of the Harked-Ti council were already sitting around. Though Zach moved back into the cottage as more people arrived, opening his holo-screen, no doubt to play some came or another.

As soon as the door was closed, indistinct yelling could be heard. “Sounds like his game started,” Logan laughed.

There were a few scattered chuckles of agreement and Logan could breathe a little easier. They got themselves comfy in a rocking chair and stuck their thumb in their mouth.

Raven sat at the head of their lopsided circle and called, “Okay, guys, the temperature shield won’t hold outside everyone for very long, so I want to start when we can all be comfortable.”

The chatter died down and as people continued to show up, either materializing through their teleportation devices or just walking into the clearing, the conversation began to turn toward the topic of the day. “What’s going on?” Rin asked, playing with zir fidget cube.

“We don’t have any drama directed towards us right now,” Raven assured. “I was just wondering if we should set up a new hang-out within the city!”

A murmur of agreement rose up. The hangouts were a favorite among the groups. In addition to the Harked-Ti colony acting as an overhead, they had hangouts designs for baby regressors in particular, or children, or for music or art.

“What would it be?” Shaw asked from their own favorite chair, across from Logan.

“We have regressors in the colony for which scene culture is an important part of their regression,” Raven said. “So I was thinking we should have a scene hangout!”

Blue cheered from somewhere in the circle close by, and Logan caught Mars looking excited too. Personally, they were just glad nothing bad had happened.

“All in favor?” Gupi asked from close to Raven and next to Taiga.

Everyone raised their hands. Even if they personally didn’t use scene culture in their regression, they wanted others to be able to if that was what helped them. Raven nodded. “That’s all I needed. I’ll start setting it up.”

Everyone turned to each other and talked excitedly. If they were lucky, this new hangout might be able to get some new people to join the colony! Either from one of the more toxic colonies or possibly from some of the individuals who had been swept up by the Granulesorexises invaders.

Logan felt their eyes getting heavy. They felt small and needed a nap. But in the past no one had minded them curling up and sleeping where they sat, and someone would wake them up when everyone dispersed. So they fell asleep, safe in the knowledge that everyone here was a friend who was more than willing to look out for the others.

#children of the stars #cots #logan writes #kidheart #storytellerheart

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fictionkin asks!!

who was your best friend?

what do you miss that this world doesnt have?

what was the weather like?

what was your favorite thing to do for fun?

are there any conflictions with the main canon?

does the main canon mischaracterize you?

were you ever in danger?

did you learn any lasting lessons?

do you have a lot of fanart?

is the technology from your canon different from this world?

have you contacted others from your canon?

are you different now in any way?

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Time for spring!! I have a little extra money and I really wanted to do a giveaway! this giveaway is SPRING themed and will end March 31st 2017! 

Items!!

Big Bottle of Bubbles

Two things of playdough

Chalk

One Finding Dory colouring book WITH stickers

A Crayola crayon cup

A Disney bedtime story book

And a handful of other small items!!

Rules!

MUST BE FOLLOWING ME

Do NOT interact if you’re a part of a community listed on the DNI banner below!! Your entries WILL NOT count and I WILL block you! (all other communities can interact! Ex. chire, carekid, kidheart Community-less regressors are all welcome to enter! the only community not listed on the DNI banner that I do not want interact from is t/e/e/n/i/e/t/o/t community due to communal issues with the owner.

Must be at least 18 years old or have parents permission to enter

Likes and reblogs are one entry each

Do not reblog to giveaway blogs or tag as giveaway!

Do not spam your followers! 

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hey if ur lgbt reblog this and tag ur opinion on wearing socks to bed

#i've fell asleep with them on #but it just feels strange

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mythology moodboard : angels

#look look look!

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nice to meet you! i hope you like it here!

Hi hi! I’m no longer a part of my old regression community so I decided to try out kidhearts. My name’s Julesy and I’m the original of a system, the body is 18 years old but it’s about half and half that I’m regressed or not. I like drawing, Webkinz, mythical creatures and happy music. Say hi?

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Quick Poll

I need to prove a point.

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Second Chances (Life Is Full of Them): An Introduction

Hi guys! While my other Kidheart series stalled out for a while, I decided to try my hand at something a little different for another shot at a series for Kidhearts about Kidhearts. I’m writing AU fanfic, in an attempt to have some fun while writing and actually finish a story to share with you guys! Story will be below the cut!

So...I’m taking the characters from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and putting them in my own little universe, so you don’t have to watch the series to know what’s going on. I’ll list the cast at the beginning (with pictures) and then the story will start. Ready? Let’s go!

Cast:

Phil Coulson

Melinda May

Leopold Fitz

Jemma Simmons

Skye (Legally Daisy Johnson)

Phil Coulson had been through a long day. There had been the not-so small issue of a hack archeologist trying to pass off fake dinosaur bones to the museum downtown and threatening him when he backed up the branch’s curator and said they didn’t want any fakes. And the issue of the kindergarten field trip which had nearly destroyed an interactive exhibit. And he didn’t even want to think about all the paper work that had landed on his desk. All he really wanted was to go home, maybe take a nap, maybe make some tea, and then have dinner with his housemates and fall asleep at a relatively normal hour. Of course, fate had other plans.

The second Coulson walked into the bright yellow house everyone in the neighborhood affectionately called “The Bus,” he was smacked in the face with a throw pillow from the couch and the sound of three screaming individuals having the time of their lives.

He closed the door and sighed as said three individuals ran through the foyer, each armed with at least one pillow and battling the others. Skye, Leo, and Jemma looked like they could run around the house forever until Coulson cleared his throat softly. Skye slid to a stop in front of Coulson on the wood flooring, still glowing from the exercise, but now very much nervous at being caught.

Jemma nearly slammed into her after her sudden stop. The girl’s ponytail was coming loose and she took the break to tie it up back into its usual severe position.

Leo was the last in line, slipping onto the floor trying to backtrack in his socks.

“You okay, Leo?” Coulson asked.

Leo rubbed at his head and nodded.

Coulson sighed. While three of his housemates were adult on paper, they frequently age regressed after work, and it seemed like today was no different. He quickly looked over the three kids he was a Caringheart to when needed.

Skye seemed how she normally did in her heartspace, which meant she was hovering around two years old. Jemma looked a little sheepish at being caught, but otherwise fine as well, so she would be six. Leo was rubbing his head where he knocked it, but wasn’t crying or swearing. That was normal behavior for him hurt and regressed, so he must be nine.

“All three of you are going to put the pillows back where you found them and follow me to the kitchen, then, since none of you are hurt,” Coulson said.

The kids nodded and went to return the pillows, so Coulson went to the kitchen, walking past the stairs to the first floor on the right of him, and the living room on his left. On the other side of the wall of the living room furthest from the entrance, was the kitchen. Coulson grabbed three glasses from the cabinet above the sink, and filled them with grape juice.

Skye walked in first, hugging him. “Hi, Papa.”

Coulson chuckled. “Hi, Skye.”

“Sorry for running in the house,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

“Thank you for apologizing, Skye, though that isn’t what I’m most worried about.”

“What’re you worried about, then?” Skye asked.

“We’ll talk when Leo and Jemma are here too,” Coulson said.

Leo walked into the kitchen, still rubbing his head. “Jemma had to use the loo quickly, she’ll be here in a minute,” he mumbled.

Coulson nodded. “Good to know, thanks.”

Leo tilted his head forward and made his way to the juice resting on the counter.

Jemma walked into the kitchen and waved at Coulson. He took a step back from Skye. “Skye, Jemma, help yourself to some juice. You need to stay hydrated.”

Once everyone who needed something to drink had a few sips, Coulson cleared his throat again. “Kids, what have Momma and I told you about being in heartspace when we’re not here?”

“To call you immediately when we know what’s going on no matter what,” Skye recited.

“Good. And why is that?” Coulson asked.

“So that if there’s an emergency, you’ll have someone here to help fix it, whether it’s you, Momma, or someone both of you trust,” Leo explained.

Coulson nodded. “And yet no one was here to look after you when I got home, and Momma didn’t call me letting me know you were feeling like this, meaning you didn’t call her. And I know you didn’t try my cell. So how long did you stay here without supervision while in heartspace?”

The three kids looked at each other guiltily. “I tried to be an adult,” Leo said. “I don’t know when I changed, I just sorta...did. I made sure no one got hurt, though!”

“And that’s good, Leo,” Coulson assured. “But you’re not an adult who’s responsible for your sisters in heartspace.”

Leo nodded. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called when I noticed.”

“Yes, you should have. And I don’t doubt that next time, you will.” Coulson smiled, showing the kids he wasn’t mad. “I’m glad you three are okay. But as punishment, there will be no more cartoons tonight, okay? Don’t pretend you weren’t watching them before your pillow fight.”

His kids nodded, and Skye giggled a little at the mention of watching cartoons.

“Okay. Then what would you like to do now?” Coulson asked.

At that question, his kids burst out talking over each other, eager to have their ideas heard. Coulson raised his hands. “One at a time, please,” he pleaded.

“Color!” SKye said.

“Board games?” Jemma asked hopefully.

“Or we could go on an adventure outside!” Leo added.

Coulson looked to a corner of the room, deep in thought. “Jemma, bring a board game you want to play outside, Skye, bring a coloring book and crayons. We’re going to have an outside afternoon with games and adventures.”

So they went outside into their backyard, complete with large fence for privacy, and Skye colored and Leo went on adventures from his mind and Jemma played board games with Coulson until May came back from her work as an MMA instructor.

She walked out to the patio in the back and sat down next to Coulson. “Afternoon,” she said benignly.

“Momm!” Skye squealed, waving madly at her from where she was sitting on the steps leading into the yard.

“Hi, Momma!” Jemma said after making a move on the chess board which was between her and Coulson.

Leo bounded in from the backyard. “Momma, I’ve been on an adventure! Want to join me?”

May smiled slightly at all of them. “I’d rather sit right now, Leo, thank you. But I’m glad to see you three chose this over cartoons.”

“Oh, their viewing of cartoons has been revoked for the night. I came home to them having a pillow fight throughout the house, alone.”

“Ah,” May said knowingly. “I would have done more than just taken away their cartoons.”

“They were feeling guilty, though,” Coulson defended simply.

May smiled fully. “It’s almost time for dinner, and since it’s Friday, it’s order-in night. Anyone want pizza?”

“Pizza?! Yes!” all three kids exclaimed.

May nodded. “I figured as much, so I swung by the pizza parlor on the way home.”

“Is it in the oven?” Coulson asked.

May nodded again. “Ready when we are.”

Coulson stood. “Then let’s get everything inside and get ready to eat.”

Clean-up was quick enough and soom everyone was sitting at the table, a slice of pizza on everybody’s plate. “How was work?” Jemma asked everyone.

“Awful, thanks for asking,” Coulson laughed.

“It was all right,” May said.

“They didn’t need an engineer in the think tank as much today. I mostly played games on my computer,” Leo said noncommittally.

“Codin was same-old same -old,” Skye shrugged.

“Well, teaching was fantastic!” Jemma gushed. “One of my biochem students, quick as a whip, asked me the greatest question...”

Coulson dutifully listened and nodded along to Jemma’s story, even if most of the science of it went over his head. Leo interjected at one point when even he was lost, but aside from that, Jemma held most of the dinner conversation.

After dinner, May kept the kids entertained while Coulson checked his work e-mail to ensure the museum was okay, and when he was done with that all of them started a game of Pictionary.”

“A dog!” Skye called out. “A cat! A zebra!”

“Zebra?” Leo asked skeptically. “Are you sure?”

“Knowing Kemma it’s some kind of molecule...” May muttered in thought.

Coulson glanced at Skye and noticed she was yawning. “I think it’s time for bed,” he announced.

Jemma groaned. “It was a groundhog,” she said. “You were really close that time, Skye.”

“I’m always close!” Skye declared.

“Then how come you never win?” Leo asked.

Skye stuck her tongue out at him in response.

“None of that tonight, kids,” May warned.

With minimal arguing, everyone got upstairs and completed their nightly routines. Coulson got Skye settled in her room, all baby blues and baby dolls. “Have a good night’s sleep, baby,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.

Next, he moved to Jemma’s room, done in yellow with purple accents. She was already asleep, cuddling her stuffed Eeyore, so he just pulled her sheets back over her shoulders and kissed her temple.

In Leo’s room, the boy was sitting up in bed, waiting for him. Coulson smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did you bring the monster spray?” Leo asked.

Coulson chuckled. “I put it in your nightstand drawer, remember?”

“Oh, right,” Leo mumbled, pulling the bottle out.

Coulson took it off his hands with a small thank you and sprayed the “Monster-B-Gone” (water) under the bed, in the closet, and out in the hallway. “No monsters here tonight,” Leo and Coulson said at the same time.

Leo nodded solemnly at Coulson’s good night, and Coulson went downstairs, where May was waiting with two glasses filled with sparkling cider. “One hour,” she told him. “Then I have to get to bed if I want to wake up on time.”

“One hour is all I need with my best friend,” Coulson said. “TV? Or books?”

“TV,” May said. “I just need to sit and rest.”

“That’s doable,” Coulson responded.

“Just remember: this isn’t a date,” May warned.

“Of course not,” Coulson assured. “Just two friends watching TV.”

May nodded, and the two got settled in the living room, with the TV droning in the background of their thoughts. “Tomorrow is Saturday,” May said eventually. “Got any plans for the kids?”

Coulson hummed. “Well...”

#kidheart #girlheart #boyheart #caringheart #storytellerheart #fanfiction #second chances verse

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He gets all the best beans

#pokemon #togepi #beans!!!

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