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akunya · 2 years

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"let me do you a favor."

pairings: trey clover x m!reader

summary: dinner tastes best when someone feeds it to you.

tw: FEEDING/FEEDERISM(?), persuasion/manipulation, frottage, dubcon. regression(?), CARETAKER!TREY, comfort, subspace/little space(?). SOMNO, praise, guilt trip, etc.

notes: i have been working on this for a bit, and finally got around to finishing it for his birthday. trey is my favorite twst character so i hope this does him justice.

i feel like its ooc, but whatever. enjoy! : )

"you have to eat, yknow that right?" trey frowned, his eyes never leaving your hunched form. it was late at night, at this point everyone had retreated to their dorms to get some good nights sleep; every student except for you. "its important - much more important than studying."

you shrugged in response, flipping past another page of the heavy textbook in front of you. your desk was littered with crumpled papers, eraser shavings, post-its askew, and everything else that would make riddle scream his head off. trey had taken note of you not being in the cafeteria for lunch. while he assumed you were busy, his mind started to worry as he realized you didn't show up to dinner either. in fact, now that he thought about it, trey hadn't seen you all day.

the upperclassman had always felt the need to take care of others, and you were no exception. while he would deny hi true intentions about being heartslabyuls big brother figure, deeply inside, he knew it was somewhat true. you couldn't fathom why he cared so much about your well-being while he had so much to deal with on his own. wouldn't it be easier to just leave you be? wasnt he tired himself after such a long day? you started brooding in your own thoughts. trey sighed, not moving from his spot next to your desk, hoping that if he stayed long enough you'd eventually give in. your eyes darted from word to word, silent, adamant on finishing your study session before you allowed yourself a bite to eat. you had to pass this time, or it would seriously be off with your head.

you were insistent on finishing your book before having a snack — until trey had spoken up. "what if fed you instead?" your brain had taken a moment to process what he said, blinking a few times. the offer made your thoughts stop in their tracks, ripping yourself away from the book to look at trey with wide eyes. he smiled, pushing up his glasses, unshaken from how surprised you were. "i can make you something and feed you. that way you wont have to stop reading."

you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. the way he didn't even stutter to offer something so domestic (in your eyes, at least) to you made your cheeks flush, clearing your throat awkwardly. was this another one of his jokes? was cater around the corner getting ready to laugh at you with his phone in hand?

before you could hesitate any longer, your stomach growled loudly, making the both of you stare at each other for a moment before laughing. "..s-sure, if you really want to. there's really no need for that though."

"dont worry, its no big deal. i have some leftovers from what i made for dinner. ill grab them and come right back." with a polite nod, you muttered another ‘thank you’ before continuing your boring textbook about potions and whatnot for your test. your fingers tapped on the smooth wood of the desk as you read.

you wouldn’t admit it, but you enjoyed being doted on every once and a while. it felt nice to be cared for — letting your worries slip away as someone else’s hands did the work for you. it was tough having so many responsibilities. thinking again about how trey not only takes care of himself but riddle and the dorm as well, you really wondered how he did it all. shouldn’t you be the one offering him comfort and care? you sighed, leaning back in your chair and staring at the ceiling.

“whoever ends up with him is one lucky guy, that’s for sure.” you mumbled under your breath, your eyes drifting close for just a moment before a knock came from the door. “come in!”

trey nudged the door open with his foot, holding it open just enough for him to slip through with the tray of food in his hands. your mouth started to water, your room being filled with the delicious smell of treys cooking. you didnt get a good look at the dishes, but it didn't matter - your stomach was rumbling all the same. he chuckled lowly, placing the tray on the coffee table momentarily. “it’s nothing too complicated. baking is usually my specialty, but i figured you wouldn’t want to eat cake for your first meal of the day.” you shook your head, quick to quip back at his comments. “no no, don’t worry about it! it looks delicious, trey. id eat anything you make.” there was a small moment of silence, and your words had sunken in, making trey laugh again. “is that so, y/n?”

the vice dorm leader’s eyes wandered towards your desk and back to the tray of food. “would you like to move from your desk, or should i scoot closer to you?” either way, you were going to be flustered by the intimacy of his hands holding your chin in place, shrugging nonchalantly. “do whatever you feel comfortable with. you’re doing me the favor after all.” you were in this deep anyways.

trey nodded, starting to ponder about how he should go about this. he didn’t want you to stop reading and studying (although he truly wanted you to take a break from it) since it seemed important to you. however, how is he going to get close enough without dropping food on your precious textbook? it would be a shame to go back on his offer just because it needed some extra maneuvering. with all of the extra problems the students of heartslabyul create, he wouldn't give up that easily. treys eyes practically lit up with a solution. he cleared his throat before speaking up.

“could you sit on my lap, y/n?” if you listened closely, you could hear the tinge of anxiety in his voice. it was a risky offer, after all. you felt your own heart flutter. unable to muster the courage to speak, you nodded instead, getting out of your chair and out of the way so trey could take the seat.

and boy, were you staring at him like a pervert. his bigger build practically dwarfed your worn little chair, filling up the seat nicely unlike yourself. his legs were spread open comfortably, and for a split second you swore you saw something stiff in between them. he was wearing a plain red colored shirt with dark grey pajama pants. how cute.. you smiled, taking note of the little red clovers printed on the fabric. even heartslabyuls hardworking senpai had cute clothes to relax in. the more you stared, the more soft he looked in your eyes.

trey cleared his throat, disrupting you from your thoughts. he patted his thighs, closing them slightly so you'd have somewhere to sit. "if you sit like this, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable." his soft hands moved your legs across his lap, angled sideways as he faced forward. he took the heavy textbook from the desk and placed it on your lap, moving the tray of food to rest on the desk instead. scooting closer, the position would seem uncomfortable to anyone else, but you truly didn't mind. the extra body heat from being pressed so closely to the man made you relax. "comfy?"

you nodded, going back to silently reading your book. why couldn't it be like this all of the time? you felt oddly safe, flipping the pages in your book as you read. trey reached over to scoop some of the food onto a fork, hand holding the small of your back while he moved. your eyes were glued to the page still. the cool metal of the fork tapped at your lips, prompting you to open without hesitation, biting into the warm tasty leftovers you had missed out on a few hours ago. "do you like it? i can use my magic to make it taste like something else if you don't."

you shook your head, swallowing first before speaking. "theres no need to, trey. it tastes really good. you're amazing in the kitchen." it was his turn to blush, not expecting the compliment in such a vulnerable position. having a cute boy sit in his lap didnt happen everyday after all. he didnt say anything in response, feeding you another forkful.

you two stayed like that for a while as you read. the silence was comfortable, to say the least. the upperclassman didnt care asking mindless questions, letting you read in peace as he fed you. while the food was more than splendid, a few forkfuls was enough to make your stomach begin to feel full, so when trey had held the utensil expectantly in front of your lips and you didn't budge, he frowned a little. "what happened? you dont like it?" his hurt face tugged at your heart strings.

you panicked, eyebrows raising in confusion. "thats not it! im just starting to feel full, so..!"

his saddened expression made your heart sink. why did you feel so empty? even though you were reading, the words were blending into one another and you barely processed anything you had just read. why did he look so disappointed? was he actually that worried about you?

"you only have a little bit left. you can do it, right? you barely ate today.." his voice was gentle, almost as if he was convincing you, sweet and persuasive. you found yourself shakily opening your lips for another bite, much to treys delight. he made sure to take note of the blush on your cheeks.

"thats it, good boy. i knew you could do it." the senior praised you, ruffling your hair as he fed you. trey wasn't stupid - he knew he had a way to persuade others while making himself look like the good guy. he's guilty of doing the same thing to riddle more than a dozen of times. if being a bit selfish meant getting what he wanted, then he didnt mind.

embarrassingly enough, your dick twitched at the pet name, too. 'good boy'? no ones ever called you that before. it made you feel.. good, to say the least. small, but safe. you found yourself itching for more praise from trey, wiggling a bit on his lap but not denying any food when he had gathered some more on the fork. trey didnt even bother correcting himself or making an excuse. he saw how you relaxed, how you looked so eager to please. "perfect. just like that." trey mumbled lowly, opening his own mouth to mimic yours.

your eyes looked glossy, void of any valuable thought. its as if you were staring at him, but you weren't truly there. he watched, making no effort to stop you tipping over deeper into that cozy mindset of your own. at some point you even began to lean into his side, relaxing into the upperclassman's firm yet soft chest. trey smiled, brushing some hair out of your face as he set the plate of food down. you looked as if you would knock out at any moment.

"look at that, all finished. i bet your stomach feels better now, right?" you lazily nodded, humming in response as you nuzzled against his neck. he coo'ed at you, taking the heavy book out of your lap so you could rest comfortably. your body was so relaxed against his, so accessible. trey gulped, noting that he could no longer hide the throbbing boner in his pants anymore.

he had been excited ever since you initially agreed to his offer. in fact, he was practically buzzing with energy when he had went over to the kitchen to plate some leftovers from earlier today. treys hands shook with an uncharacteristic amount of nervousness, licking his lips before letting his arm wrap around your small form. even if you wanted to get up, he simply gently nudged you further into the crook of his neck, hand splaying on your thighs. his mind raced with the thousands of possibilities that could happen.

he should leave you alone. really, trey should carry you to bed like the fine gentleman everyone thinks he is, like the normal role model they take him for. deeply, the man wants to do the right thing.

yet, all moral thought flies out the window when he notices you were hard too. your little cock made a proud tent in your pants, straining against the fabric as you slept. you were so quiet that trey didn’t even notice before, but now that it was practically on display for him, he couldn’t contain the groan he let out.

his bigger hand hovered over your bulge. he felt his heart flutter, looking down at your face. you were so calm, so peaceful in his arms. at this point.. wouldn’t it be wrong for him to deny you of your basic needs? the upperclassman has already hand fed you at this point, making sure you were full and taken care of. isn’t this just.. another task that he should handle?

you were too small to do it on your own, a little too dumb. friends do this all the time for each other. besides, you were totally into him too (he was confident on that, at least), so if anything.. maybe trey is doing a favor. a favor that he definitely doesn’t mind fulfilling for you.

“it’s alright, y/n. i got you. you deserve a break.” you had mumbled something in response, trey not catching half of what you said. he shrugged, pushing his glasses up before his hand hesitantly palmed your bulge, making you shudder. he felt his own cock pulse at just how tiny you were. his hand covered a good amount of your cock, squeezing and teasing you through your pants before unzipping them quietly.

trey was thankful that riddle had given you a room in heartslabyul to stay in. you didn’t have any other roommates because it was such short notice, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone barging in and catching him doing something he probably shouldn’t. trey pumped your cock slowly, making sure to flick his wrist and twist a couple of times. he loved the way your back arched, even while you were resting, desperate for more pleasure.

“you’re doing so well, pretty boy.” the praises spilled out naturally, his gaze shifting from your face to your cute little cock. your head felt dizzy, cloudy with dreams and pleasure as you moaned softly. the amount of pre-cum that dribbled out made an erotic squelch noise fill the room. trey didn’t bother stopping, even going a bit faster to get more reactions from you.

he thought about you like this before, but had no idea how to tell you. the mysterious transfer student from a different world was more than alluring to the normal student at NRC. not to mention, you are undeniably cute, winning the hearts of many of your seniors without you noticing. you never really noticed much, most of your schedule filled with hanging out with the first years or studying.

but the way you were now, and the time you were spending in his lap, was solely because of him. treys eyes widened when he noticed you were clumsily bucking your hips towards his hand. even while asleep, you couldn’t help but be so honest. you really were such a good boy.

when you started to curl up and shield yourself away from treys hand, he tutted, unwaveringly pushing your hips the opposite way so he could continue jerking you off. “no no, not that way. we’re almost done. let me help.”

it felt way too good. all of it felt unreal. being coddled so closely, fed so gently, cared for so nicely. it made you moan louder, drooling while you felt yourself grow dumber. trey was so overwhelming, and yet, you didn’t want to leave. you were in and out of your sleep, groaning treys name as he chuckled.

“you’re so sweet when you say my name, y/n. you can say it more. say it as much as you want.” trey kissed your forehead, his hand moving quicker and harder as you started to practically wail from how your body felt. you could feel his breath on your neck. it was hard for him to keep his composure.

when he saw your little hands try and grip the chair, that’s when he knew you were close. why was he so worried before? you clearly wanted this just as much as he did. you were the perfect little boy, listening and letting him do as he pleases. trey groaned, letting you hump into his hand clumsily. “you’re gonna cum, arent you y/n? it’s okay. let it out for me. you’ve been so good.” his voice only urged you further, sweet and soft in your ear.

your mouth was open, but no sound came out when you came, eyes rolling back a bit from your release. your cum shot high, some of it nearly landing on your chin as trey milked your cock, making sure every last drop was drained from your balls. it’s probably been so long since you’ve let yourself relax like this. he made a mental note to do this more often with you.

“see? didn’t that feel good?” his smile was as warm as ever, ready to greet you as you slowly opened your eyes. his face was a bit flushed, holding you in place even as you began to wake up and try to piece together what just happened. your trusty senpai would never do anything so dishonest after all. you could only nod, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself for falling asleep and not listening to.. whatever went on.

there trey goes again, forgetting to take care of his own tasks. his cock twitched angrily, aching to be touched. maybe a pretty boy like yourself wouldn’t mind returning the favor tonight.

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bundrops-n-fluffytops · 1 year

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Screw it

Welcome Home Age Regression HCs

Wally 🍎

Usually from 1-3, can regress older

Can be voluntary or involuntary

Can be a bit of a brat sometimes? Especially if you seem to break his routine, that makes him pretty upset

Otherwise he’s just a super sweet baby

Autistic age regression let’s gooooo

He’s always seen with his childhood blankie, you can’t pull them apart

Like seriously

Don’t even attempt to break them apart, he’ll just throw a fit and start crying

He also LOVES apple slices and apples in general, it’s his same food

The best kinda baby for a playdate!! He’ll play house with ya, princess dressup, he’ll read books with you, he’s just a playful lil guy

Pretty much anyone can be his cg, but they’re usually either Barnaby, Julie, Howdy, or Poppy

He called Barnaby “pubby” once and it drove the dog to tears, he can never recover

I also hc him to be a cat regressor? He’s got those eyes and likes to bat things off of counters and stays up to ungodly hours

Lil weird ass meow meow

Barnaby 🐾

Primarily a pet regressor, it’s way too easy to figure out

Unusually easy to slip as well

Wally starts playing with him and he’s just immediately into puppyspace

Was kinda scared of people finding out bc he thought they would be confused, but they’re super supportive!!

Frank: “It was obvious, you’re a dog of all things.”

His favorite toy to chew on is either Wally’s slippers or his stuffed mouse

When he’s not in puppy regression, he can also (rarely) age regress to 5-10 yrs

The best big brother!!

If Wally and Barnaby regress together, he’s usually the one taking the reins and playing the “parent”

Occasionally he’ll snap out of regression if someone else is regressing while he is, just so he can help take care of them

He’s got older brother cg vibes, I swear

Julie 🌸

Surprisingly quiet when it comes to regression, but does it religiously

Usually down to toddler age, around 2-5 yrs

Has a MOUNTAIN of plushies, she practically sleeps in a big pile of them

There’s at least 7 separate hello kitty ones

She’s a big fan of cats in general, she’ll pretend that she has a pet kitty and use one of her plushies

Their name is Violet Twinkletoes :>>

Loves to do lil playdates with Frank and Wally, regressed or not

Tea parties ALL the time, it’s required

Loves to play big sister when others are regressed

Similarly to Barnaby, she’ll break out of regression if she notices others starting to go small, just so she can take care of them

She loves giving and getting lullabies

Pretty hard to get to sleep, she’ll probably just start jumping up and down on her bed before she tires herself out

Sally ☀️

Terrible twos, 2-4 yrs old

Princess regressor to a capital T

Super bossy, loud, loves to wear pretty dresses, just an all-around theater baby

Loves watching musical recordings, her favorite is Cats

“TOUUUUUCH MEEEEEE ITS SO EEEEAAAASSSY TO LEEEEEAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE”

Surprisingly easy to get to bed, she knows she needs the energy tomorrow for games so she just clocks out

Just don’t take away her tv, she can’t live without it

Her favorite show would definitely be My Little Pony, she loves the colors and the characters and how pretty everything is

She has a bunch of My Little Pony figurines in her drawers and on the floor

Very messy toddler too, but she’s willing to clean up when she needs to

It takes her a bit to notice if someone is feeling bad, but when she does she’s their BIGGEST support

Frank 🦋

The smartest baby, but also the grumpiest

Only regresses to deal with stress and anxiety, rarely regresses out of happiness

0-2 yrs, he’s so darn tiny!!

He loves being held, it’s usually his first request when he goes small

He also LIVES for bedtime stories, he always asks for one before bed

Sometimes he’ll sit on your lap and just start spouting facts about insects and butterflies, all with a slight lisp and everything

Knows a bunch of big boy words, but has trouble pronouncing it so he needs your help

Eddie it’s obv his main cg, but he’s also got Julie, Howdy, and Poppy

And Barnaby if he’s tiny enough

Doesn’t have many plushies but he does have a stuffed beetle named Skipper, he’s his best friend

Arguably the most talkative out of all the regressors, he’s always chatting

Eddie 💌

The most prominent flip of the neighborhood

He can go from baby to dad in an instant, he’s that quick to go big again

Has a pretty wide range of age when it comes to regressing, but usually stays in 1-4 yrs

Completely mute when he’s small, he’s either suckin on his paci or his thumb the entire time

Follows his cg like a baby duckling while little, sometimes holding their hand

It’s actually pretty easy to tell when he needs to go small; not talking as much, constantly following someone, probably fumbling with his hands, a lot more shy too

Frank takes care of him ofc, he’s the best dad

Frank would fuss over him a LOT, constantly checking for bruises and stuff, making sure he’s not sick

And he’s just sitting there like 👶

Eddie’s scared of the dark :((

It’s really easy to forget tho; he’ll say just about nothing the whole day, then you tuck him into bed and when you’re leaving you just hear him start crying and being all “hellpppp, don’t goooooo”

He’s stacked with night lights tho

He likes to put a plushy in front of the door, the closet, and underneath his bed so no monsters get him

I like to think that Frank is surprisingly strong for how lanky he is so he can carry is baby husband with little to no struggle

Eddie loves it

Howdy 🐛

Primarily a caregiver!!

Honestly would be such a good dad figure, he’s got four arms to carry four kids!

Would give silly lil nicknames for all the kiddos on the block; buddy, lil man, lil miss, sweetie, pumpkin, etc.

May not be the brightest caregiver but boy is he the sweetest

Would probably accidentally leave one of the kiddos on his back bc he’s got his hands full with the others, so they’re just hanging out behind him

The absolute best at pretend, he’s got stories and character roles all up his sleeves

Frank like to pretend that Howdy is turning into a butterfly, so he pretends he stays in a lil blanket cocoon and then emerges with these plastic butterfly wings on his back

It sends Frank into a frenzy every single time

If someone accidentally goes small at his Bugdega, he’ll drop everything and take them into the nearest bathroom so they can calm down and go small properly

He’ll also sneak a free treat in their pocket if they’re good, only if you’re good

Punishments are hard to give bc he’s pretty easily swayed, so he’ll probably just give you a slap on the wrist and scold you before sending you on your way

He loves his kids and he wants the best for them, he can’t stand to see them upset

Poppy 🐔

This one is the hardest to figure out bc there isn’t much to know about her, but I’ll do my best

TOP TIER MOM OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Also a default caregiver like Howdy, they are the ultimate parent duo

Always fussing over her kiddos, she’s got bandaids and Pepto Bismol in every corner of her house

She can be a bit stern when it comes to punishment, but she isn’t downright strict or mean

All she wants is for you to be careful

Her drawers are STACKED with toys, blankets, pacis, outfits, nappys, etc.

She always prepared when something is needed

She is the absolute best baker too; you’ll come to her house and it smells like freshly baked cookies

You can come into her kitchen to find a light snack, she’ll notice and make a whole meal

She’s also a lovely singer, so she’s perfect for lullabies

I like to imagine that if the kids are staying over at her house, they like to cuddle with her bc she’s a big ol bird

She’s got soft feathers!! She can’t help it!!

#I’m so hyperfixated on these silly lil puppets #gimme this ok?#gum headcanons #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #agere positivity #agere headcanons #age regression #welcome home agere #gummunity posts

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buckys-little-belle · 1 year

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Hello ! I love your stories so much I check daily for updates !! I was wondering if you could write a story with Eddie about Jason bullying the reader so they run to the picnic table in the woods where Eddie finds and comforts them ? Your very talented and I can’t wait for your next post !!

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Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)

Warnings - Jason is mean, a few quotes of what Jason says, but no graphic bullying, OKAY, please tell me you know what I mean when I say a part of this reminded me of "I cut hair at night, I'm the night barber." "No your not." "Who do you think cuts your hair?" "No one, it doesn't grow very fast." "It's me, I'm all up in there at night, styling away." "Why would you do that?" OR HOWEVER THAT SCENE GOES, Eddie is so big brother coded in this it's not even funny

Notes - I don't know if this is good, but please enjoy it either way <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW, if you do not comply you will be reported and blocked <3

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They didn't mean to slip in class, truly, they held back as best they could, but the class was stressful, loud, and confusing, jocks taking over, the teacher not caring as he graded papers at his desk, fine with the chaos the basketball boys were causing as long as he had a few minutes to himself. Yet there they were, forced to talk, when regressed, in front of the rudest person they had ever met, Jason immediately mocking the way they spoke, as if he wasn't the person that caused the stressful environment that led to Y/n regressing.

"Just speak up!", "Ew you sound like a baby!", "Are you a wittle baby??", "I can't understand you!". Jason's words rang through their ears, over and over and over and over again.

"Hey?" A voice called out, Y/n sat at the picknick table out the back, their head that was once laid in their hands now shot up looking at who spoke. "What's wrong?" Eddie spoke, not moving any closer, making sure Y/n felt safe with his presense, giving them much time to flea or yell at him to go away.

"Nofin'." Y/n sniffled, wiping the tears with the backs of their hands, though tears kept spilling, afraid Eddie too would make fun of how they were talking. "Really, 'm fine." They sobbed, clearly not fine.

Eddie placed his little metal lunch box on the ground, walking over and sitting opposite to Y/n, asking once again. "Seriously, what's wrong." His words ending with a subtle chuckle this time, his eyes assessing the situation in case something had physically happened.

"I w's in class, 'nd jason w's bein' mean! Kept sayin' I talk like a baby, and i's weird! Bu' I don' always talk like this! 'm jus' feelin' a lil' small, an' it w's so loud, and he w's so mean and 'm just sad!." They ranted, their tears stopping, anger filling them more than the sadness now. "I's jus' so unfair!"

"Well look." Eddie began, clasping his hands on the table, ready to make a deal. "I will deal with Jason, if you promise me to come straight to me whenever you feel small and scared okay?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "That way I can defeat." He held his arm up as if he was holding a sword. "Whatever is bothering you, and you can feel safe, and not be alone in the middle of the woods, that's not a good choice bubba." His finger swirled around, gesturing to the forest around them. "Really, I don't like you out here."

"You don' even know me." Y/n pouted, feeling like a scolded child, because they technically were, they really should have thought about running to the middle of the woods alone before doing so, but they were little, and too cute to be told they were wrong, so no harm, no foul.

"Y/n who do you think makes sure no one walks into the bathroom when you've slipped?" Eddie asked, once again tilting his head, ready for a little duel.

"I jus' thought no on' needed da bathroom?" They questioned.

"Oh lots of people need to use the bathroom bubba, but I don't let them." Eddie smiled.

"Why though?" They asked.

"Because you remind me of someone, and I don't want you to get hurt like they were, so I just feel better keeping an eye on you." Eddie cleared his throat. "And I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you from Jason, I, that's my bad, I was a little busy." He sighed, embarrassed.

"Doin' what?" Y/n asked, tilting their head just like Eddie did.

"None of your business there bubba." Eddie laughed. "How about we get you back before your bus leaves okay?" He asked, picking up Y/n's backpack and putting it on, grabbing his own lunch box, and already walking out.

"Waiiiitttt!" Y/n yelled, running after Eddie, grabbing his hand. "You m'friend now for real?" They asked, their eyes looking away from Eddie, afraid to face the possible rejection.

Eddie squeezed their hand. "Yes Bubba, I'm you're friend now." He smiled, leading them out of the woods and back to the school, making sure Y/n got on the right bus, and made sure they were gone before getting in his own van to go home.

He knew he wasn't going to be able to save every little from every possible bullying situation, and he knew that he shouldn't put that weight on his shoulders, but what's one little one? He could protect them from the meanies at school, and would gladly take them under his wing for as long as they would have him. He felt like he belonged again, like he was useful, and he also felt like he should go buy some stickers so Y/n really would go to him whenever they were sad, a sticker reward always seems to work.

#eddie munson x little!reader #eddie munson little fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie #little reader #little space #age regressor #stranger things age regression #age regression fic

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knithell · 2 years

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Hiya! Can I have caregiver undertaker and little reader hcs who loves to go outside and play, collect cool rocks, look at bugs and stuff like that? 🌱🐞

Caregiver Undertaker x Collector Little Reader

Hi anon! This was such a cute ask, and I feel like Undertaker would love to have a little like this. Enjoy!

Tw:Use of the term „daddy,“ talks about death, minor injuries

• Undertaker deals with bodies and corpses all the time, and it’s no surprise that he can stomach all kinds of insects. Sometimes this is literally, never one to pass up a deal at an exotic foods market... this means when you first come to him with a large moth in your little hands, he is beyond excited!

• A sort of pride swells in him, proud of his little for not only finding such a particularly beautiful moth, but for being brave enough to handle it. He wonders if his job has had any impact on you in being able to enjoy such creatures, but he keeps his thoughts to himself, instead opting for a wide smile and a light hearted chuckle. “Oh little one, what have you found?” “A bubberfly!” This takes him back momentarily before a genuine twinkle comes to his eyes. Your mistakes never fail to make his heart swell. “Oh sweetheart, well- perhaps we can do some experiments to see if it truly is a butterfly or not...” He keeps in mind to not correct your mispronunciations, even if they are wrong. Undertaker hates making you feel embarrassed with these things, and quite frankly, he finds it much too cute to want to get rid of it.

• Undertaker tries to find tools that can help you collect more bugs and things from nature, careful to avoid anything that would cut or hurt you. He opts for vials and bottles with larger lids he know your little hands could easily pry open, instead of the smaller, complicated ones with lots of confusing measurements. He knows he’ll end up just telling you any measurements and facts you need to know, so what’s the point in having his baby struggle with it? Undertaker still tries to teach you fun facts and tricks about any critters or rocks you may find on your adventures.

• Once he finds out your interest in exploring and going out into nature, he’ll try and take you on walks more often. Sometimes this means holding your hand as you waddle across a fallen log in the forest, or carrying you around a graveyard as you compare the wildlife there to the ones in a book Undertaker gave you. (And though he will never admit it, all of “the queen’s coins” do come in handy when buying you gifts. He doesn’t have much to spend due to the little money he makes in his business, morticians are not the richest people, but he puts all of it towards you. And groceries...). The books you are given on various insects and species are always “little-fied,” meaning they are either children’s books, or the Undertaker will skim through the books himself and write simplified sentences in the margins.

• He always makes sure to go with you on any excursions, whether you know it or not. Hiding behind trees, glancing at you between headstones, and even peaking from bushes. Undertaker also puts great care into getting you prepared, wearing your best and safest pair of boots, gearing you up with tools and first aid, (again unnecessary as he is constantly watching over you), but nothing too heavy where it hinders your ability to walk. Though the Undertaker is revered as spontaneous and goofy, which he can be, he never risks your safety in hope of a good laugh. This man takes his job as your daddy, (or your care-taker), very seriously!

• Undertaker loves to play hide and seek, tag, and eye spy with your regressed self, loving the exhilaration of running around with you. He laughs all the way, and he loves to hear you squeal and giggle as he chases you, especially when he wraps big arms around you and catches you. He may roll down a hill with you, grass clinging to his clothes, and even though you roll down the same hill an have the same grass and dirt on you, he always tries to wipe it off of you, kneeling down so he is level with you, rubbing out the grass stains with a soapy cloth. He encourages you to take breaks and watch your breathing, his reaper stamina outweighing yours tenfold, he will hand you cups of water and rub your back gently if you get too winded, enjoying every second of caring for you.

• He offers to embalm and preserve the creatures you collect, but most of the time you say no. He is surprised by this, but once you explain, "I don't wanna hurt nuffin," that pride swells in his chest again. Even if he hasn't told you about any side experiments he has with the bizarre dolls, (and why he does what he does), knowing that you have the same respect for life brings him more joy than you could ever know.

• Undertaker loves when you come back to him, holding a snail, branch, or some other thing that interests his baby, but he gets scared when you decide to pick less innocent things. Snakes that you think are worms, spiders with particularly venomous bites, sharp rocks... there is so much your regressed mind simply can not grasp. This is just another reason in the long list of why he insists on watching you, eager to keep you safe. He will often pick up things himself on your adventures, things he knows are safe enough for you to touch, and interesting enough to interest his little one. "You like it dearie? Want to hold it? Just like this- there you go, nice and gentle. You know how proud daddy is? Haha, yes, quite the cute ladybug. Like you honey.."

• When regressed, you may seem a lot smaller and disorientated than is usual for you, and unfortunately this means you are more prone to being hurt. Falling, tripping, scraping your knee, you are prone to all kinds of accidents. This also means when you trip over a rock, or stumble on a tree stump, Undertaker is right there to pick you up. And though morticians may be used to patching up the dead more than the living, Undertaker is apt at both. He picks up your little form, cooing softly and caressing you hair, little kisses peppered on your forehead and cheeks. "Shh, it's okay my dearie, yes yes-I know..."

• Lightly seating you on a bench or log nearby he'll put your legs over his lap, still cooing. "Alright honey, Undie has just the thing... I know, but it will only sting for but a moment," he encourages you gently. You cringe and begin crying harder as he pulls out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide, as he gently swipes away your tears, his large calloused hands brushing your skin. His long nails trace your arms, giving you goosebumps, as they try to relax you. "That's a good baby, just like that..." and before you know it, the peroxide is fizzing on your cuts, cleaning your wounds. The bubbling stops, and he grabs a small vial full of a soothing lotion, dabbing the mixture gently on top with a piece of cotton. A large cotton ace wrap is produced from his overcoat, as he lifts your leg, wrapping the bandage around your knee. He admires his work before bring your knee to his laps, kissing your injury tenderly. "There poppet, did daddy make it better?"

Sorry if this didn't really include a lot of Undertaker's more silly, light side anon! To be honest, as much as he would have fun and enjoy going on adventures with you, I think in the recent chapters we have seen more of the true emotions and serious sides to Undertaker. I think the last thing he wants is to have another person he loves, Phantomhive or not, succumb to any more harm. I hope you enjoyed! I love Undertaker, so feel free to keep sending asks about him! (Especially the age regression ones!) Also, as a thank you for waiting so long, here is a bonus moodboard!

Bonus • Caregiver Undertaker x Exploring little! Reader •

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mommaamy-princessamelia · 2 months

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so i GOTTA tell you-wait no sorry FIRST thank you for answering so quick! i appreciate the company ☺️

and OMG so like you seriously don't know what a genius you are i never considered snacks! food's like a big deal with me and omg having goldfish or like ritz with peanut butter 🤤😍 okay this is a whole new thing to play with thank you so much!

oh and before i forget umm sooo...with your littles like umm what's a good way to approach diapers if they haven't had experience with them before? it's a curiosity for sure but like again big intimidating thing, though that probably is something you figure out with time, sorry im probably putting lots of carts before lots of horsies but thank you again and have a super fun day! 💋

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Awww you're welcome! ☺️

Regarding diapers, they can be a big help when it comes to age regression/littlespace. Most ABDL stores online offer sample packs that are much cheaper than a full pack of diapers so you can try them without feeling like you wasted a lot of money if they aren't for you.

It might be tricky to switch off the part of your brain that tells you to go to the bathroom while wearing a diaper for the first time but, if you like how they make you feel, eventually you'll find yourself becoming more and more used to it to the point you'll be soaking yourself without even thinking about it 🤭

I'm more than happy to help so if there's anything else you'd like to ask please don't hesitate to do so. I love giving advice and helping people, especially littles ☺️

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"Well why didn't you do something? You should have gone and done something about it instead of just sitting here."

When the leaks came out two weeks ago, I was seriously in a period of mourning. Like I was truly, deeply upset for three days trying to process what was actually half-translated and poorly communicated. And it's a lot of the stuff other people were thinking when 4x9 first dropped. Were we being told it was wrong to desire growth and progress in these characters? Are we stupid for caring about the humanity in them? Were we supposed to hope Guillermo just escapes this toxic limbo forever?

We see so much of how these violent, sometimes half-crazy, ancient beings are dissatisfied with their lives. How they're capable of love and connection, how they want the same things that humans do... I couldn't believe that stagnation was the entire point. I couldn't believe the answer to 'can you change who you've always been?' was 'nope, sorry, nobody really does even when they're miserable.'

It feels important we care. It feels important that we feel unsettled by Colin reverting back to exactly how he was before, without even the slightest memory of being loved and looked after when as an adult he's so lonely. (That whistling, the way it breaks your heart and gives you a hope spot at the same time!) It's important they made it clear, before he finds that room, that as much as his instincts are calling out to him it's not what young Colin wanted or something he had a choice about. It was important that Laszlo and Nadja felt like they lost major, important pieces of their new lives, experiences they'd never had before even if they ended badly.

And Nandor... I don't think Nandor's as okay as he says. I think Nandor seems as aloof as he was when we first met him. It's withdrawing for recovery after the end of a lot of striving and struggling and pain. Eventually the scab is going to rip off and leave him with grief and depression again. Who's to say he hasn't had this experience before? He did tell Guillermo that he hadn't been really happy in decades. Maybe for a vampire, taking some 'me time' after a rough period is a decades-long affair.

But there's such a clear rift between him and the person he loves most now. Everyone's lost something, and Nandor and Guillermo have lost some of what they were building. I think they were losing it before the Freddie incident even happened. (Now would be the part of the slow-burn, by the way, where they get it back and reaffirm how much they belong together.)

When the leaks dropped, I read Guillermo's decision and I thought 'why?' This was the first season where I could think of plenty of explicit reasons he shouldn't become a vampire. He might never see his biological family again, even though he knows they love him. No matter what, he has to deal with his chosen family's selfishness. He sees how slow vampires change, he sees their ennui, how the big things they want are band-aids over their dissatisfaction. He knows he can stay human and still have physical power, emotional leverage, life experiences he's missed out on up to now because of all the waiting-waiting-waiting. Even having a foot in the supernatural world wouldn't have to change. His devotion and loyalty have waned somewhat, he's built relationships with the other housemates but they're not as strong.

It's not like he's so unexamined about his feelings that he'd ignore all those things to go be a vampire alone, to go hang out with a lonely dude working a counter (just like he was when Nandor met him) when that lonely dude just happens to be a vampire. Was he regressing? What the hell was he doing it for at this point? He hadn't even said goodbye!

It was like a gut punch of relief (seriously, the noise I made) when I found out exactly what the line was, the last thing Guillermo says before taking the money to Derek.

"Nothing in this house ever changes, nothing's ever going to change unless I change it."

He doesn't pack his things. The bag is full of money and only money. He won't need that closet anymore because it's no place to keep a coffin. (The attic, on the other hand, newly renovated and now the biggest room in the house...)

I want so badly to believe Guillermo is becoming a vampire because he is going to march straight back to the house, show off his fangs, and drag them all kicking and screaming into the life he's dreamed of along with him. To rescue them from themselves.

'I can use this power better. I can be the new blood. You need something to react to? React to this.' Because his dream is relentless but so is his capacity to love these people at their worst.

And if that just sounds like Guillermo saving the day again, well...

You guys want a jealousy arc? Imagine Nandor seeing that someone else stepped in and did what he wouldn't. Imagine a Guillermo made newly sexual as a vampire, having a well-deserved slut era as Nandor watches and wonders what's so different about him these days. Nandor being the one to eagerly listen to him, to sit beside him as he bosses people around...

More importantly, imagine Guillermo having a conflict between his slayer blood and vampire blood. Or leaning into the selfishness that comes with being a vampire, so much so that he starts to lose the parts of him the household really needs. Or pretending 'it's fine, it's fine, it's fine' when it's really anything but and this isn't how he's supposed to end up.

I need Guillermo to be the one to fuck up for once. I need him to do something so selfish it hurts others, I need him to do the right thing when it's hard. I need Nandor to save him or remind him of the best, most human parts of him when he's lost.

I can't wait to get that, if that's where we're going.

#fandom: wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits spoilers #guillermo de la cruz #otp: nandermo #char: guillermo the relentless #i am a meta gremlin

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royKeeleys really were done incredibly dirty so I do feel bad. but a lot of stuff I see people say about them or how the show shorted them just does not make sense to me lol.

(I also felt like him kneeling was never a sign that the show was taking his knee problems seriously and that it was a Big Deal he was kneeling. They bring it up and then immediately forget about it over and over. One day he can’t run or walk up stairs, the next he’s running miles upon miles with Jamie)

YEAH!! I think I might be in the minority in that while I did/do love roykeeley in season 2 and in general, I was actually kind of hoping for a breakup when I went into s3 and I wasn't at all sad when it happened 🫢 To me, this was something that actually was foreshadowed at the end of s2, so much so that it almost felt... inevitable? There were so many cracks there and the breakup kind of felt necessary. The problem was that they never went anywhere good with it.

So while I definitely agree that their arc was done dirty, I disagree with a lot of the reasons people like to list for HOW they were done dirty (e.g., the writers were wrong simply for breaking them up, it was mean to tease them sleeping together only to not have them immediately back together the next episode, Roy was supposed to propose/keeley was supposed to be pregnant 🤢, Keeley's arc was bad for the exclusive reason that it didn't revolve around Roy, etc.)

The biggest problems with s3 roykeeley were actually (imo):

breaking them up should have been the conduit for individual growth and addressing the personal issues that led to the break up for BOTH of them, but then they only tried to go that route with Roy whilst actually making Keeley REGRESS and never directly acknowledging, let alone resolving, any of her problems

roy's apology was non-specific if not downright Bad i'm sorry; he never tells Keeley why he broke up with her in any meaningful way

they never got the really good conversation i wanted to them to have (and feel their storyline desperately needed & deserved) about where they went wrong/how they're trying to fix it

too much happened offscreen. I think the offscreen breakup would've been fine if they'd then followed it up with the above bullet points, but you can't have an offscreen breakup that's then never discussed and is followed by an offscreen hookup followed by one conversation that gets interrupted before it even really begins. like what WAS that??

The breakup alone wasn't the problem! them not getting back together also wasn't the problem! it's just that none of it was done purposefully enough and Keeley's individual arc sucked bad

That's such an interesting perspective on Roy's knee stuff!! I don't think I really share that complaint, because I think it's easy enough to assume that some days his knee is really a Problem and other days it's mostly fine. He's never going to be able to keep up a professional athlete's level of activity again, but I really like that they show him running with Jamie. I think it highlights that their training is something that's good for both of them, because Roy is definitely the sort to forgo his physical therapy and not take care of himself. But I assume that keeping active actually helps him on the days when it's a struggle to say, go up the stairs. And they do show that he can't quite keep up with Jamie and gets exhausted much quicker.

So i dunno, I don't think the show is ignoring his problems, so much setting a balance between "Roy suffers chronic knee problems due to repeated injuries" and "he also is learning to take better care of himself and let other people help him so that the injury no longer has to dictate his life."

(okay editing to add: in rereading your first sentence on it I actually think i do agree with you, lmao. I just wasn't fully understanding at first. Yeah the writers FOR SURE weren't consciously thinking Roy Kneeling = a Sign That He Cares Extra About Keeley because it Hurts His Knee but he's willing to Endure The Pain just for her. which is how some people spin it, lmao. "Roy only kneels for Keeley wow he's so brave and in love!!" Like, no? ...sometimes the man just kneels?)

#roy kent #ted lasso #asks #roykeeley #keeley jones

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it's actually kinda baffling that all these leftist youtube essayists haven't yet approached the game from the angle of, you know, the utopian vision of revolution, the struggle against the status quo etc. might be cause it would require a lot of historical and cultural context (which certainly would scare me off) but the themes are right there to explore. that's, to me at least, the most interesting lense through which to view daniil.

leftist youtubers siding against revolutions in this one story because they're presented less optimistically, with the possibility of moral ambiguity and failure and usurpation... well my opinion on that is that there's no getting around those aspects of revolution, and anyone who is genuinely committed to challenging powerful institutions has to take the possibility of failure and regression seriously. I'd accuse them of being liberals but liberalism was historically brought about through violent revolutions too! so you still gotta deal with those big questions

if you try to place Daniil right into one of the most plausible eras for Pathologic which is right before the revolution (maybe mid-1910s, suggesting the ongoing war is WW1), then he's probably sympathetic to the socialist cause, but he's more specifically in line with a group called the cosmists, who weren't originally socialist but from what I've read picked up more leftist politics as time went on. they believed pretty much what he did, in ending mortality and aging and reaching towards the cosmos (the Polyhedron defying gravity and extending high into the sky evokes a spaceship, doesn't it?). not to say that this ideology is perfect or that these guys were the best and coolest, but it's sort of understandable as it was coming about at a time when a lot of idealists believed that many forms of oppression were about to be struck down for good

the cosmists (I'm paraphrasing what I've read of "Philosophy of the Common Task" by Nikolai Fyodorov) also thought that a common human project of challenging mortality would be the antidote to war. that technological advance makes people's lives easier until it's inevitably turned into a tool of war. the only way to break that cycle would be to stir people up into a sort of war against death itself, not against each other. no war but the Life war. this is pretty significant since Daniil is described more than once as this destroyer and potential conquerer, that he comes from a military family, learned how to use weapons of war, was expected to become a officer, but he chose to study medicine and tasked himself with waging this alternative war on Death

did cosmists get sent to gulags before AND after the revolution? to my knowledge yes, yes they did. Daniil has every reason to fret and fear for his colleagues in this temporally and politically ambiguous setting

#pathologic #asks #daniil dankovsky

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Toddler!Sana little!Jeonghyo Cg!Nayeon

Warnings: none

Adventures with mommy

Everything seemed to be fine throughout the dorm, everyone was doing something productive, well almost everyone, the same thing can't be said about Sana, who was constantly prodding Nayeon's arm to get her attention. She wasn't alone in this either because right behind her was Jeongyeon and Jihyo who just decided to tag along because they wanted to be with their big sister and Mommy today.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Mommy, mommy, mommy. " Sana repeated numerous times, she huffs slightly when Nayeon doesn't pay attention to her. "Mommy if you don't look at me I'll... I'll eat all of the icing!" She warns Nayeon, Sana also had a very serious look on her face. Sana's words made Nayeon make a confused and surprised face. "Sana, please don't eat the icing, I promise to play with you later I just need to deal with this very challenging task." Nayeon explains, the task was actually having to deal with vegetables.

"Well be fast 'cause Jeongie and Hyo want to play too" Sana responds and moves out of the way to reveal Jeongyeon and Jihyo sitting on the floor. Nayeon looks at the vegetables and then at the three regressed girls then back at the vegetables, she then places the veg in a plastic freezer bag on the counter. "I guess that the task can wait until later. Anyway let's have some fun!" Nayeon grins widely when she hears the girls cheer because they're glad that they could be with their mommy.

"What should we do first?" Nayeon wanted to know what the girls wanted so she wouldn't make any of them upset with what she would have chosen. "Pawk!" Jeongyeon yells passionately, she was very determined to go to the park. Jihyo had jumped slightly but she agreed with Jeongyeon. "Let's go to the park, mommy" Sana smiles and Nayeon nods in agreement. "Alright then we can go to the park. And I'll let you pick out your favorite plushy to join us" Sana, Jihyo and Jeongyeon all gasps in surprise and ran to their rooms to grab a toy.

Jihyo was the first one to return. " 'Dis is Bbuyo" She holds up the elephant plushy that she had named after her cat. "Woah cool Ji" Jeongyeon said when she came back with her plushy of Russel from the TV show Paw Patrol. Sana came back with a complete outfit change, it was a princess dress because she felt like she needs to look like the prettiest girl at the park, and a Barbie doll that kinda looked like the Cynthia doll from Rugrats. "I'm ready, let's go!" Sana says in a cheerful tone.

With the fact that all of the girls are ready, Nayeon leads Jeongyeon, Sana and Jihyo out of the front door and to the park. Thankfully the walk to the park is only a short distance and it wasn't long before the regressed girls played their own rendition of Superheroes with their plushies and doll. Nayeon, watched them play with a smile evident on her face, she also thought that she wouldn't be involved with the game that was until she was being attacked by 2 plush toys and a hard plastic doll.

"Ahhh! I surrender you guys win!" Nayeon says in hopes that the attacks would stop, and they surprisingly did. "Yay we win against the evil bunny! Good job gang." Sana exclaims which makes Jihyo and Jeongyeon cheer at their victory. "So what are your characters superpowers?" Nayeon questions, which makes Jeongyeon, Sana and Jihyo huddle together and whisper what they should do.

"Okay I'll start first since I'm the leader" Sana clears her throat before continuing "This is Barb and her power is her hair" She explains very seriously, Nayeon was very skeptical of the hair power since it was the thing that the doll lacked but she didn't question Sana because she was happy. "Bbuyo's power is everythin' super powerful" Jihyo gives a very simple but effective explanation of basically calling her plushy Elephant an all powerful God. "Wubble's is the 'Wolling attack'!" Jeongyeon says passionately like Rubble was the most powerful hero out of all three of them.

"Woah they're all amazing, guys. How about we all go home and watch a movie together? I know that these superheroes must be very tired after all of the crime fighting they've done. " Nayeon goes along with them since why should she be the one to spoil their fun. "Yeah let's watch Robin Hood, but only the cartoon one" Sana gives her idea before anyone else, Jeongyeon and Jihyo agreed but that was only because all of the running around had made them tired plus Robin Hood is a very good movie.

And with that, Nayeon picked up Jeongyeon and Jihyo and placed them on each hip before she walked home with Sana slightly in front of her so she could keep an eye on her. When they reached the dorm again, Nayeon sorted everything out before she went to the living room and put on Robin Hood. She also had completely forgotten about the vegetables from earlier.

Hii I decided to write this during my break at college since I had a lot of time to do it lol. Also if you have never seen Rugrats this is what Cynthia looked like.

I hope you guys all have an amazing day/evening/night. :)

#twice agere #sfw caregiver #sfw agere #twice #cg!nayeon #little!jihyo #little!jeongyeon

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somebirdortheother · 1 year

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Rewatching Foundation, this time wearing my PhD in Combinatorial Math Hat - Episode 1

Hari and Gaal

Really into how horny Hari and Gaal are over statistics and predictive modelling and Hari’s Massive TheoremTM - LOVE that for them. It is amusing how big a deal it is that this man essentially built a fancy regression model. Ok fine, he built a fancy decision tree (no Machine Learning was harmed in the development of Hari’s model). Technically, nothing too math-inaccurate was said, even if fairly high-level concepts were treated Very Seriously.

Highlight - “Only to another mathematician conversant in ordinal analysis.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh wow ok yes ordinal analysis is annoying - whoever wrote this is a comedy genius. In a massive galaxy there are two people who know how to math 💀💀💀. Honestly, the empire should fall with how incompetent it collectively is.

Cleons

I am saddened that Demerzel never bothered to teach her Imperial boys some arithmetics. And now look at the trouble they are in.

Conclusion

As they say, there are lies, damn lies, and statistics.

5 out of 5 - Jealous of how sexy Hari’s dataset is.

#foundation #foundation apple tv #foundation s1 meta #Hari Seldon #Gaal Dornick #Cleon XII a.k.a. the Cunty Cleon #emperor cleon #demerzel #brother day

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"Stories should be permitted to even those who have failed." The ones that had forgotten about themselves weren't even allowed to enjoy the opportunities of the scenarios. The < Star Stream > gagged them, and made sure that their words would become incomprehensible to others. […Is that what you truly believe?] Douzhanshengfo asked, his unreadable eyes still locked on me. No, more correctly, he was looking at the power of Chaos rising out from my body. [And you wish to sacrifice your whole being and become an 'Outer God'?] "…That's correct." The Great Sage was yawning with a bored face during my answer and once he was done, spoke his opinion. [Are you done with your confirmation? I told you, didn't I? This guy's really like that.] […Indeed.]

Lmfao I love that everyone who gets to know Dokja is just "no seriously that's just how Dokja is" while everyone who hasn't been watching this wild, scheming little baby Constellation / Nebula run amok is like "no surely he must not understand the consequences."

Oh, he does. He always understands the consequences. He just does it anyway.

Hmmm but the whole thing with failed stories and "ones that had forgotten about themselves" thing again. Dokja has been talking about failed stories for so long now, in bits and pieces here and there. And we've had the idea of people forgetting themselves waaaaay back since Peace Land. Or, actually, even before that if you count the people who read TWSA forgetting themselves and becoming characters. (Man, haven't thought of those guys in forever.)

So I know that this is all building up to something really big but I'm just not certain what.

Besides me still vaguely theorizing that Dokja has gone through this story before and forgotten it, due to his story being ORV and ORV being a novel, and thus something that can be re-read, or Dokja being a part of Oldest Dream, who regretted what he did to Joonghyuk by giving him the power to regress and started the story over as Dokja.

Hmm, maybe Dokja is the one who failed?

Except I've always pretty much thought that Joonghyuk was the one who "failed" because Dokja has always hinted that TWSA ended on an unhappy note and he wanted to change that. And now we have confirmation that it actually did end with everyone but Joonghyuk dying. And for no reason since there's nothing beyond TWSA, meaning Secretive Plotter saw the "end" and it basically just...stopped. The epilogue hadn't been written/read yet.

And now Secretive Plotter wants to change that... supposedly.

I guess it could be quite literal. The ones who "failed" are the ones who died along Joonghyuk's turns and were forgotten in the end by everyone but Joonghyuk himself and Joonghyuk's final reader, Dokja. Just like the story is literally saying.

It's just I've gotten so used to ORV having so many layers of text and subtext so I'm like...there has to be something else to all this "failed stories" and memory issues stuff. Right???

Hmmmm.

Oh, but on another topic, I guess Dokja is Sun Wukong now??? At least one of him? Part of him??? Uh...permanently or...

And at least part of Sun Wukong is an outer god, but apparently that's nbd to him. 😂

Oh, and I guess I didn't realize that all of the outer gods "belong" to Secretive Plotter??? Like, obviously he is the most powerful of them all but I didn't realize that he is literally their "king" or that Dokja becoming one would make him "belong" to him as well?

Or, at least that's seemingly what the Wenny King believes, though it doesn't seem that Sun Wukong becoming part outer god has in any way stopped him from wanting to throw hands with Secretive Plotter so...

I thought that Dokja's deal with the Wenny King was somehow to the Wenny King's benefit but I guess it would have been to Secretive Plotter's? Or both? Thinking about it, I'm not entirely certain why either of them would even want Dokja as an outer god versus just killing him. I suppose it has something to do with Dokja being able to understand the other outer gods? Perhaps something to do with all the stories he's built up? Would Secretive Plotter be able to control him and get him to do something that he needs him to do???

Or maybe if he publicly became an outer god that would shift public opinion and possibly allow them into the story since he's too much a part of this story and he hasn't destroyed everything like Secretive Plotter did so there's still story to belong to, just like how one piece of Sun Wukong becoming an outer god immediately shifted the shares of Journey to the West. Just like Dokja thought it would.

idk...a lot is happening right now. 😂

#orv novel chapters 441-442 #orv #orv spoilers #orv liveblog #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kdj #secretive plotter #wenny people #prisoner of the golden headband

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xlovelybluebellex · 6 months

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Little!Sidney Prescott would…

🤍Regress as a trauma response. This poor girl has been through it and deserves to relive some of her childhood

🤍Regression is mostly voluntary, except at school or with a lot of people. She gets enough attention for what happened, she doesn’t need anymore

🤍Little age is about 1-3. She’s a tiny baby whose quite the cuddler, especially with her favorite stuffed animals!

🤍She has a special swan plushie named Lola. Lola’s been with Sid ever since she was born, and was there for her for everything. Including her mothers death, the murders, everything

🤍She’s more of a pastel white pallet. Sidney loves pink, but those soft colors just calm her down so easily. Another colors that may suffice is probably a sage green, or any other color similar to that

🤍Sidney started regressing shortly after her mother passed away. She had no idea what it was at first and was absolutely terrified. Thankfully, Tatum was able to help her as it happened at school

🤍Sidney loves, and I mean loves to go to the park! Like I said earlier, her favorite animal is a swan. So naturally, her favorite place would be the pond in said park. Plus it’s just relaxing there. And it’s never busy!

🤍She cries a lot when she can’t find her caregiver. Due to Maureen, she has really bad anxiety when a caregivers out of sight

🤍Her favorites show is the Animaniacs. She’s loves the characters and could sing all the songs by heart

🤍Billy and Tatum are her main caregivers. Billy’s better at basic needs almost. Like, he’ll feed Sid, give her baths, cuddle if that’s what she wants. Meanwhile, Tatum does fun stuff with her like crafting or going outside. Stu and Randy normally stay around, but don’t really take care of her as Tatum and Billy do

🤍She absolutely loves bathtime! Sidney is a bit of OCD and a germaphobe, she NEEDS to be clean. However, at the same time, bathtime is fun with all her bath toys and the feeling after is just heavenly to her

🤍She loves drawing. It’s another thing that keeps her nice and relaxed. Sid’s personal favorite thing to draw is most definitely daisies

🤍She has a pacifier that she can’t live without. The thing is seriously her life line, especially during a panic attack or when she just needs to relax. It’s so important, she carry’s it around with her, even to school! (Which is a big deal, as she hates bringing little gear to school)

🤍Doesn’t really like big crowds, like at all. Being the center of attention isn’t really her thing either. She’s more than content to just be with her friends

🤍Very, very shy and quiet. She’s never been much of a talker and she prefers to talk in little mumbles and expression. So not fully non verbal, but not that talkative either

that’s all for Sid! Let me know if you want caregiver headcanons for her (I’m still not 100% who I headcanon her caregiver to be) or anything for anyone else! And as it says on my pinned, STRICTLY Scream 1 please

#scream 1996 #scream agere #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #age regression

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bambinotattoo · 8 months

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New story time!!!

Also, I’ve had a few wonderful messages from other incontinent people, ABDL’s, and supporters alike…Thankyou so so so much. And yes, I promise, that if I keep getting the positive feedback I will re arrange (and properly edit, lol) this, and my previous stuff into a long more complete version of my diaper misadventures for you all to enjoy and in most cases are jealous of me because of. Lol. (And I still proclaim, I didn’t want ANY of it…I was setting myself and it was horrifying.

But I digress, this is about when I had to get sent to the ER when I was about 13, Almost 14 and I wasn’t around my parents. I was visiting my Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jerry in Florida…when this REALLY happened. Enjoy

By now, it was October in the year I was 13. Still very much in diapers, and more and more babied. I had been in diapers full time for maybe 1.5 years at this point, dealing with the situation better but still embarrassed every time new people or strangers find out or saw because of the way I was made to dress. Everyone in the same grade as me were interested in style and picking out their own clothes…while my (now MOMMY, was required at this stage to refer to her as mommy or risk some humiliating punishment to further my regression at the time. Things like, made to play outside, in the front yard, middle of the day in nothing but a diaper and VERY small tshirt (it started with onsie and diaper, but that covered far too much lol), or while eating dinner at a restaurant only aloud to drink from a sippee cup and keep my paci in unless eating or drinking. Of course dressed in my usual overalls or brightly colored striped clothes, one of my moms favorites was with like train conductor like pair of pant overalls that was barely big enough for me…let’s Just say in a diaper with a booster, I was obviously diapered. And without fail, the server, hostess, etc would try and be nice thinking I must be challenged…would ask her what I would want and would love to brag (to anyone who would listen really) that there’s nothing seriously wrong, he just loves being the baby…or he must because he can’t stop wetting his pants.

And there I would sit, beat red, and filling my diaper more and more because of the trauma that embarrassment caused. Occasionally at this point I would try and play along, better to laugh at the joke and join in…then be the paddy pants with a pacifier being sucked to death out of horror. It was around this time I was starting to accept my fate. Figured it was what it was, and damnit I might as well try and learn to enjoy it.

My relatives lived about 6-7hours away and instead of driving me down myself, my parents decided to put me on a buss. They figured thick diaper (and I was wearing Bambino’s exclusively now and the even thicker versions were out. That with a booster, I would be good to go. The fun starts there.

The morning I was leaving was normal, woke up soaked to my mom sliding a bottle of milk to my face. And being guided to the changing table from the new race car bed I was now sleeping in. One of my Babysiters was joking with my mom one afternoon that a baby like me shouldn’t be sleeping in a bed. While I feared a crib was in my future, they didn’t make adult ones quite yet ( or atleast not readily available). But Ashley, suggested asking her mom for her youngest brothers race car bed he was about to have upgraded. Yay me.

Diaper changed, two boosters, and enough baby powder that every time I moved it looked like I as a coke mule. The idea was, since I would be traveling alone, and they didn’t feel comfortable trying trying to talk someone from the charter to change the diaper of a 13 yo. It had been agreed that I would be put in my school overalls that were at least my size and made me look less like a toddler. For that I was thankful

I get dropped off at the station, checked in, and was on my way. My carry on stuffed with a few diapers in case, and things to occupy me. I had never really traveled alone, especially since all the diaper and baby stuff happened..so I was rather nervous. I also didn’t do that well in cars sometimes anyway. Maybe 45 mins into the trip we hit some weather and things got pretty scary. Midwest storm, tornado season, etc. I was already frightened of weather and extra scared of the bus. Generally I would pop my paci in and be able to calm myself down…but without my mommy telling or making me I was trying to be a big boy. I started having a panic attack, and hyperventilating. This started scaring the other passengers, so much so that it was decided that the bus would stop at a hospital as a precaution.

I knew, as things were happening that trying to explain to the nurses and staff that I was put back into diapers by my mother because I couldn’t stay dry would be awkward…esp since every time it was ever explained, I never did the talking.

Upon entering the ER I was still shaky and pale, visibly shaken. And not to mention, at this point was very wet from the milk that morning and sodas on the bus. I get escorted to an exam room, and a nurse began to try and help me get settled and changed into a gown. In my current state, I forgot about the sagging diaper that looked like some fetish thing (and that was MUCH worse then as ABDL diapers were still pretty new). As my overalls came down the smell of musky urine alerted to me that I needed to try and stop her from helping me with my overalls. I failed, and at the exact moment I am standing there in NOTHING but a very wet diaper 2 more nurses and a doctor walked in and we all just stared at each other. I immediately start welling up, and whimpering. To frozen to talk, just turn a new brighter shade of red each passing moment.

The initial nurse, shewed the others away and quickly went back to nurse mode and began trying to console me. After a couple minutes, I was calm enough to at least let her know that I was indeed very wet. To which she said, okay, well, can you change yourself or…to which I began to get upset again. I tried to explain that I wear because of a medical thing, but I’m sure it came out more like “my mommy makes me wear them”. Lmfao. And the nurse puzzled, was like okay, and your “mommy” still changes you? I nod yes and ask for my bag so I could show her my diapers and get my paci. To her credit, without skipping a beat, she laid me back and began to change me. She could tell I was changed often because I would lift and adjust on command to make the process easier. I asked for baby powder, to which I got an even weirder look.

After the change, I calmed down enough to explain to the social services person, that I started wetting my pants, and wet the bed and was put back into diapers a while back. Now, here was the weird part. Everyone there talking to me were trying to bait me into admitting some type of child abuse…but something told me what they were trying to do. And for the first time out loud and maybe in my head I started saying things like:

“My Mommy didn’t know what to do. I was wetting my pants at school, at home, basically there was no choice.” And when the pacifier and baby powder was brought up this is where everything changed that day

“Well when I first started having to be diapered I was mad, and didn’t understand. I would cry and be sad. One morning after waking up wet, and about to change myself I went to Mommy and asked her if she would do it, to which she said of course. Since then I started asking for toddler clothes, pacifiers, and etc”

Now you guys know that’s BS, but I didn’t want my parents in trouble because of me tattling, and besides, I my head I was the big baby who wet his pants. It was about that time exactly when my Mommy did arrive, not sure what she might be walking into. And I had to sit there, pacifier in my mouth and listen to the nurse play back what I said and have her confirm or deny.

I could see my mommies fright and tension turn into something I hadn’t seen through all of this yet, genuinely love. The love you have for a baby or small child. Not the “I have to love this thing I made” most parents of teenagers have.

Crisis was averted and for one sweet cherry on top, my Mom dressed me in a onsie and that’s how I was walked out of the hospital, diaper blaring, paci in, and a warm calm feeling of contentment. For the first time since all of this started i didn’t care who saw me, looked at me, nothing. Just wanted to be babied and make the most of things.

#ab dl lifestyle #24/7 diapers #ab/dl diaper #diaper bulge #diaper dependent #diaper sissy #diapering

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