#Sandy age regression
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Caregiver Guardians Headcanons (Rise of the Guardians)
Jack Frost
He loves ANY kind of game; board games, chase games, sports games, nonsense games - whatever it is, he’s happy to play it with you.
He’ll take you flying with him, but be ready for midair tricks and teasing.
On that note: pranks. Jack plays constant pranks - on you, on the other Guardians, on strangers, he just loves teasing people. He often recruits you to help play tricks.
You will NEVER be overheated again. Anytime Jack thinks you’re getting overly warm, he’ll create frost under your feet or send ice creeping up the walls.
He’s not always good at toning down his energy levels, but if you need a quiet day he’ll do his best to oblige.
North
The workshop is ALWAYS open to you. You can play with the elves, bother the Yeti, and “test” all of the toys. It can get a little overwhelming sometimes (the workshop is a very loud, busy place, after all), so you’re also welcome to retreat to North’s office if you need a break.
In his free time he enjoys carving toys and figurines out of ice, and he then imbues them with magic so they can do impossible things. Nearly every time you visit, he’ll make you something as a gift.
North will use the snowglobes to take you all over the world. Not just to other cities or countries, but to magical places no human has ever been able to see.
He is very dramatic, and loves playing pretend with you. He tends to get VERY invested in his role, to the point where his work has to be put on hold. “I can’t check naughty list now, can’t you see I am sailing this boat?”
North gives the best pep talks. He never wants you to feel like you’re anything less than amazing, and he’s wonderful at calming any fears you might have.
Bunny
The week before Easter, the Warren is insanely busy; but the rest of the time, it’s a very quiet, peaceful place. Bunny’s happy to bring you down there whenever you ask, to play or have a picnic or just enjoy the scenery.
Whenever you’re feeling down he’ll paint a few eggs for you, with your favorite colors and shapes and patterns. Then he’ll hide them where he knows you’ll find them.
He has a dozen nicknames for you, all of them affectionately teasing - ankle-biter, rugrat, nipper, etc.
He HATES cold weather… but if you really want to go out in the cold, he’ll always join you.
Any time you get tired of walking, he’ll set you on his back and run. He’s very fast, and it might be a little frightening at first, but he would never let you fall.
Tooth
Obviously she insists that you brush and floss daily, but she finds ways to make it a fun activity.
She’ll happily hold you on her hip while she’s hovering or flying near the ground. (She doesn’t like to take you too high in case you get scared.)
Out of all the Guardians, she’s the best at handling scraped knees or bumps on the head… but her bedside manner takes a little getting used to. “Oh, I know it hurts sweetie, but look! This bruise is such a pretty shade of purple!”
Tooth loves sitting with you while you’re asleep. If it weren’t for all the work she needs to do, she’d stay with you all night - she loves seeing you so peaceful and content.
Thanks to her abilities as a Guardian, she’s able to help you remember the most important moments in your life. These memories aren’t inherently good, but they are the moments that helped shape the best parts of your character. She’s happy to share them with you whenever you need them, and she’s already ready to comfort you if some of the memories cause negative feelings.
Sandy
He can help ANYONE fall asleep. Clinical insomnia, stressful day, too much caffeine - Sandy can knock you out in a moment if you want him to, with guaranteed good dreams to follow.
But, if you like staying up late, that’s fine too! Sandy is happy to take you along while he makes his rounds, showing you the night sky in different parts of the world.
He creates various animals or objects to send into people’s dreams. He’s also willing to make little toys or creatures for you to play with.
Sandy is a great listener. If you need to talk about your troubles, your bad day, your personal worries, he’s always there. Afterwards, he’ll offer to weave you a dream where things are different. Or, if you just want to get it off your chest and then move on, that’s fine too.
On a slightly related note, he’s fantastic with quiet kiddos. While the other Guardians might try to fill up silent moments with chatting, he doesn’t care if you never say a word. Your company is alway enough.
#Eflen writes#Eflen headcanons#Rise of the Guardians agere#Rise of the Guardians age regression#Jack Frost agere#Jack Frost age regression#North agere#North age regression#Bunny agere#Bunny age regression#Tooth agere#Tooth age regression#Sandy agere#Sandy age regression#sfw age regression#sfw agere#age regression headcanons#caregiver headcanons
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Sandy Cheeks as a carer!
"Aw c'mon, kiddo, don't you go givin' up .ᐟ"
"Wanna help mama with an experiment .ᐣ.ᐟ"
"C'mon, kid, let's go campin' .ᐟ"
"Where's your ouchie, lil' kit .ᐣ Mama Sandy'll fix it right on up .ᐟ"
(A sandy drawing I attempted, lol)
#age regression#age regression caregiver#age regressor#agere#agere blog#agere caregiver#sfw agere#sfw caregiver#sandy cheeks#spongebob#spongebob squarepants
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Don't Starve headcanons, if you can. If you don't want to or feel like you don't know enough to do headcanons for Don't Starve, then Spongebob headcanons will do because I love Spongebob!
hello! i can do the spongebob headcanons <3 i just did some headcanons on whether i thought the characters were caregivers, regressors or flips, as well as some little headcanons sprinkled in!! thank you for requesting :)
spongebob agere headcanons!
spongebob
•most would see spongebob as a regressor, and i agree with that! however, i think he’s a flip.
•i think he would enjoy taking care of other regressors, and being able to witness someone’s joyous moments and comfort them when they’re sad.
•as for regression, i think he regresses to maybe 3-6 years old, depending on how far he slips or how deep in the headspace he’s in. he loves playing games like tag and hide and seek and he’ll always have some sort of comfort item on him!
patrick
•i think patrick would be a regressor! his age range would be quite young, from 1-3. he finds comfort in his childhood, where things were new and exciting!
•spongebob would definitely look after him when he was regressed, and they would also play together when regressed at the same time!!
•patrick would be very fond of blowing bubbles, taking naps and playing pretend!
squidward
•i honestly see squidward as a flip, as well! he would lean a little more to the caregiver side, but he regresses on the occasion.
•with his personality, he wasn’t very good with caretaking, initially. he sort of just let his instincts take over whenever he ran into someone who was regressed. his voice softens and his phrasing is gentler whenever he’s speaking to a little.
•squidward regresses to about a kid age, 4-6. he’s pretty good at staying independent! he likes to listen to kid’s music when he’s regressed, and he’s fond of picture books!
mr. krabs
•he’s definitely a caregiver, through and through! he’s rather good at looking after people and fairly enjoys it.
•i think he would look after his employee’s. he would walk/drive them home if they ever ended a shift regressed, and make sure they weren’t stressed on the job!
•mr. krabs would be a firm yet kind caregiver. he means what he says and he only wants to be listened to so he can keep the regressor safe. however, he can have his sweet moments, too!
plankton
•plankton is an age regressor! i think his age range would be from 3-5.
•i imagine he’d be a bit embarrassed about it at first, but karen was quick to assure him that there was nothing wrong with it. to this day, she’s the only one who knows.
•he would be a rowdy regressor! always down to play, constantly running around, and don’t let him near too much candy...
karen
•on the topic of karen, she would be a caregiver! she’s very fond of the idea of taking care of little ones, keeping them safe and having fun with them.
•she’s a very sweet caregiver! she wouldn’t be able to say no unless it was for the regressor’s own good. definitely has a soft spot.
•whoever she looked after would be getting a lot of hugs and cuddles! she’s one for physical affection, that’s for sure.
sandy cheeks
•sandy would be a flip! i think she would be a really good caregiver, and also find comfort in regressing.
•she’s a very loving caregiver, speaking softly and praising the little she was looking after. she’d be there for you when you were happy or when you were sad.
•she’d regress from ranges 2-6, and she would love playing tag, as well as any sort of dress up!!
#age regression#age regressor#agere blog#agere#fandom agere#sfw agere#sfw#safe agere#sfw interaction only#age dreaming#agere writing#agere imagine#age regression writing#age regression headcanons#age regression imagines#agere headcanons#spongebob#spongebob squarepants
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✨Random Rottmnt Head-Cannons✨
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- Leo and Donnie always had the worst nightmares growing up, but now they stay up watching horror videos on YouTube when they can’t sleep, sometimes even falling asleep to then if they’re tired enough
- Donnie can’t stand the feeling of denim or lace, he can’t even pick it up without full-body cringing
- Mikey secretly uses his mysticism to levitate a paintbrush or pencil when his hands hurt to much to hold them
- Raph and Donnie will sometimes sleep together because Dee’s weighted blanket just isn’t enough that night, so Raph will use his soft shell as a pillow
- Leo stutters when he gets really excited about something, repeating and slurring words. Mikey and Donnie do it too sometimes but not as much or as noticeable
- Leo and Mikey both have ADHD
- Raph is Bi-gender (I think that what it’s called?), He/She, and has different names, such as Ruby, or even sometimes Rosie, depending on how she feels
- Mikey is Panromantic and Asexual
- Leo is Gay and Transmasc
- Donnie is Demiromantic and Bisexual
- Donnie eats raw meat, and when he can, turtle(terrifying crossover convo)
- Leo still unfortunately gets his period (hilarious crossover convo)
- He also lays eggs twice a year (also another hilarious convo)
- All the brothers will go check of the others after a bad nightmare to make sure everyone’s okay, even sometimes venturing out to Aprils to calm their nerves
- Mikey loves insects and spiders, he had a pet tarantula in the old layer (R.I.P Sandy)
- Donnie’a a plant mama, has over 64 different types of plants and flowers, all ranging from harmless to concerning poisonous
- They all watch Drag Race/Fashion Shows and even have their own from time to time
- Casey Jr is afraid of dogs, he almost made an exception for smaller ones, but they turned out the same if not more vicious then the Kraang dogs, so he’ll pass (he likes cats tho)
- No one chews bubblegum anymore
- Donnie regresses a lot more often after the movie, both intentionally and unintentionally
- Raph is his main caretaker, but he likes to venture to Leo first
- Mayhem gets about as big as Raph is
- The whole family knows sign language, but the brothers made a new way of communicating by flashing their markings to one another, in case of situations where their hands are tied, or one can’t particularly move their arms at that moment
- As Raph ages, he gains a red diamond pattern on his arms, thighs, and face (thank you @justsayinghiiexistlol for reminding me of this)
- Donnie originally designed Leo’s prosthetic to have missile launchers and lasers installed, but Raph and Mike shut that down pretty fast
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- He may or may not have installed them anyway
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#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leonardo#rise of the tmnt#riseofthetmnt#rottmnt headcanons#rottmnt x 2012!tmnt#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt#rottmnt michelangelo#rottmnt raph#save rottmnt#rise leo#rottmnt casey jr#rottmnt crossover
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spongebob agere headcanons
TW: impure regression, brief OD mention
spongebob
little
- "i can do it myself"
- scared of taking meds when small since his parents overdosed him as a child
- an extremely independant little one
- favorite toy is building blocks
- comfort object is his ukulele
- he always puts up a fight about regressing
- obsessed with reading at any age, even if he's like..1.
- only regresses involuntarily
- impure regression occurs more than half of the time he's regressed
caregiver
- main care giver for squidward and patrick
- top tier cg
- uses baby talk and pet names with the little
- very good at entertaining
- uses tickles to help squidward regress
- he mostly caregives
- gives back scratchies
- a really silly cg
- will drop everything hes doing to make sure you're okay
- makes up silly songs and sings them for you
- goes over the moon with joy hearing you laugh
- definitely encourages you to regress
- reminds you gently to take care of yourself
- really enjoys doing things for you like tying your shoes or dressing you up or even just holding your hand while you cross the street
- wants a child of his own someday, and so caring for people makes him very happy and excited
- plays ukulele softly while you fall asleep
- caring for you genuinely calms him down so much, knowing that you're tiny makes him feel accomplished and at peace
squidward
little
- loves playing with watercolors + finger paints
- favorite playground equipment is the swings
- surprisingly shy
- extremely embarrassed about regressing
- hes semi verbal when he regresses because he gets flustered over his voice, but baby talks around spongebob
- even more scared of jellyfish whenever hes small
- gets v grumpy without a nap
- loves to do pretend clarinet recitals and rehearse plays
- when regressed hes usually likes being called squiddy, angel, and love bug by spongebob😭
- sleeps with the teddy bear spongebob won him from the claw machine
- sassy but only around spongebob hehe
- involuntarily regresses sometimes when under intense amounts of stress, spongebob always manages to bail the two of them out of work early to help squidward
- easily flustered by baby talk
- has a very pure sounding giggle
- he signs to communicate
- patrick was the one who taught him SL
- favorite show to watch while small is Steven Universe
caregiver
- specifically only cares for spongebob, although spongebob doesn't regress a lot unless it's involuntary
- when he first started caring for spongebob he gave off the vibes of an anxious teen babysitter who doesn't really know what they're doing
- he would obsess over trying to find the perfect activities for spongebob and often got emotional seeing spongebob cry
patrick
little
(patrick reminds me a little of my boyfriend sometimes so excuse me if a few of these sound like you, lux💓)
- very attached to people while regressed
- spongebob is his main cg and sandy is more of a cool aunt
- his favorite game is playing with my little ponys
- speaking of, he has a my little pony special interest in and out of regression
- adores physical touch while regressed over anything else.
- he has a hard time comprehending sentances, especially when small, but he likes the sound of spongebobs voice so he makes him sing or read to him a lot
- regresses nearly every afternoon when spongebob gets home<3
- usually partially regressed
- strangely good at comforting his cg's by just simply being there
- very calming presence
- sandy takes him shopping for christmas presents every year even though it's useless since patrick can't keep a secret for the life of him
caregiver
- not really a caregiver that often, but when he is, he's usually a cg for spongebob or a tag team cg duo with spongebob to hang out with squidward
- immediately knows what a nonverbal baby wants because he himself has been in those situations (this is canon btw when he knew that the baby clam needed to be changed and he said he knew because he wore diapers too)
- best at hugs
- its really fun to sleep on his tummy
plankton
little
- mr. krabs had been sort of caring for plankton for years, but ever since their fallout they've stopped
- plankton misses being cared for deeply and often spends most of his time with regressed crying with a paci and stuffie, longing for mr. krabs
- karen found out about planktons regression when he fell asleep with his paci in his mouth one time. she didn't say anything about it, but when plankton woke up the next morning he found a bag on his bedside tables with rattles and toys in it
- both voluntary and involuntary regression
- sometimes deals with impure regression, those are the nights he wants mr. krabs to be there the most
- favorite thing to watch while little is those silly baby sensory videos
mr. krabs
caregiver
- honest to god, most dad-like character under the sea. it definitely helps that he's got a daughter of his own
- he cares for littles because he secretly really misses taking care of little Pearl
- plankton is (and always will be) his favorite little guy. dont tell plankton tho.
- knew squidward and spongebob when they were kids and used to play with them and play tickle monster🥲
- spongebob and squidward definitely slip around him all the time. he reminds them of their childhood in a purer way.
#i rly thought i posted this already#weewooweewoo#agere#agere spongebob#spongebob headcanons#spongebob agere headcanons#sfw agere#spongebob squarepants
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OOO 7 or 42 pix, fwhip, and/or joel?
7: Constellations by The Oh Hellos for Pix, Fwhip and Joel coming up! (I adore this song for Pix <33)
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"Are we all ready?" Pix called to the two giggling littles as they hoisted up two packs, full of whatever they had decided to be a necessity on a star seeing expedition. It was a last minute indulgence, really more for Pix than the other two he was babysitting. He had been planning do to if for ages, but had never found the time or a reason to neglect other duties to indulge in it, but entertaining children? What a perfect reason.
"Uh-huh!" He heard shouted back to him as the two of them approached. Pix had, of course, packed the genuine necessities, including blankets, food, and various little gear that they may want or need. It wasn't often that Fwhip and Joel regressed with each other, let alone sharing a caregiver, but Pix was the only one available to take care of them. They were inseparable though, acting like brothers. Pix smiled softly, ruffling Joel's hair when he got close enough. It was chilly outside, but nothing that a few extra layers couldn't protect against.
They began walking, Pix allowing the two to lead the way with gentle redirection. He had a very specific spot in mind, one he had not visited in ages, but promised the perfect view of the stars. He felt a childlike excitement rise as the three of them grew closer, openly smiling and participating in the game Joel and Fwhip were playing as they trecked along the sandy hills of the dessert.
"Joel!" Fwhip shrieked excitedly as he was grabbed and tossed up, only to be caught. Pix smiled fondly as he watched, he was familiar with Fwhip's struggle to fully regress, and was happy to see him small and content. Joel shouted something back, sprinting away when Fwhip attempting to catch him.
They danced around, dodging and ducking and chasing until finally, they reached the spot. Pix allowed them to continue playing, within view, as he set up the blankets, and some snacks. He called the other two over, helping them slide the packs off of their shoulders and setting them down. He laid down in the middle of the blanket, with Joel and Fwhip quickly claiming his sides, and looked up.
Stars, countless stars, greeted him back. He heard Fwhip and Joel gasp, and bit back a grin. It was hard to see stars so clearly when in any city, Pixandria included, but far enough out, they were a beauty to behold. Pix felt space looking at him, and looked back with amazement, suddenly feeling small. He was small, held in the embrace of the stars that were so big. He blinked, shaking away the feeling. It clung, sticking to his limbs and making him tired, but he still had two little boys to take care of.
"Who wants a snack?" Pix asked, laughing as the two eagerly sat up, scrambling towards him.
Later, another day after a dragon had been slain and a king cast away, he would return to this spot and feel safe once again, cupped in the hand of space, seen for all he was and loved for it.
#star writes#age regression#sfw agere#mcyt agere#empires agere#fandom agere#pixlriffs#empires s1#fwhip#count fwhip#copper king#joel#smallishbeans#me writing caregiver pix? what??#its more focussed on pix than the other 2 but they snuck in there!#hope you enjoy!
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*•°Character List°•*
Who I write for, please remember writing is just hobby, I only write for characters I like too!! I have a rules list here! pls note all my work is little!reader only!!! also i will do fem caregivers i just can’t think of many rn :3
The Last of Us (video game)
♡ Abby Anderson
♡ Ellie Williams
Stranger Things
♡ Eddie Munson
♡ Robin Buckley
♡ Jim Hopper (the daddy issues are real🫣)
Scream
♡ Ethan Landry
♡ Amber Freeman
(all will be non-ghost-face au unless specified)
Outerbanks
♡ JJ Maybank
Marvel
♡ Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan too)
♡ Natasha Romanoff
♡ Valkyrie
♡ Gamorra
♡ Wanda Maximoff
♡ Pietro Maximoff (ATJ version)
♡ Peter Parker (andrew and tom)
(i headcanon toms peter to be a little so i will write him both as a little and cg, if requested he can be either one or a flip! but still only x little! reader, so they’d be little friends/siblings when he’s regressed :3 )
Harry Potter
(I’m 20 so i imagine them all aged up to be in their 20s)
♡ James Potter
♡ Remus Lupin
♡ Siris Black
Miscellaneous
♡ Corky (Bound)
♡ Hazel Callahan (Bottoms)
♡ Sandy Milkovich (Shameless)
♡ Shane McCutcheon (The L Word)
this was all i could think of right now, but i’ll add more to it as time goes on💕☺️
#cg!anyone#cg!bucky#cg!eddie#cg! eddie munson x little! reader#caregiver x little! reader#x little!reader#bucky barnes x little!reader#pietro maximoff x little! reader#peter parker x little! reader
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A Memory of Grace
He had lost track of how long he sat in that sandy coffin. Sleep was comfortable, whenever he could get the chance to chat with Rogier. It kept him sane as the wind howled and that voice tried to speak to him, showing him glimpses of an age before the Erdtree. An age of dragons.
But through these conversations, Jarrod eventually learned something he had not known--he had never died since waking up--that if one focused hard enough they could visualize a site of grace they had visited in recent memory. It sparkled so distantly, like sunlight reflecting off the ceiling of the underwater realm.
Regression was what converged Time and Space into one, here in the Heart of the Storm.
Causality was what connected him still to the world beyond. A single link in the chain, which guided him. Every time he slumbered, he felt himself getting closer, only to wake up once more.
The swelling around his eye had decreased, and his wounds were beginning to heal. How much time was he losing?
Then, one day... he broke the surface. Never in his life was Jarrod so relieved to feel the icy bite of the Mountaintop of Giants. That small sprite of grace gave him the feeling of warmth, massaging his wounds. He focused his mind, searching for the Roundtable Hold’s Grace, only to find it gone, like a flame that had been snuffed out. At first he was confused, until he looked up and saw the distant red glow of the Erdtree in flames.
The Roundtable’s mirror was gone.
“To Castle Bellow’s then...”
Castle Bellows appeared just as he left it, but he could feel a difference in the air. The Wanderer was certainly a sight for sore eyes, his ponytail and red ribbon had fallen off somewhere, during his battle and his hair hung over his weary face. His armor was scorched and damaged, his cloak torn in some places. His skin was yellowed, where bruises were beginning to heal. After all, it had not been so long ago that he and August had...
His arrival was quiet, and he stood in the throne room, waiting for the royal sisters to come greet him.
@kingdomofbellows
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Unspeakables Dark Lords and Time-Travelers Oh My! (Podfic)
Unspeakables, Dark Lords, and Time-Travelers, Oh My! (Podfic)
by J_L_Hynde
“I can’t believe I’m giving you advice,” Rowle muttered to himself, running his fingers through his short, sandy blond hair. His blue eyes met the Slytherin Head Boy's stormy gray eyes across the library table that they sat, and a grimace crossed Ravenclaw's face. “Look Riddle, Evans isn’t someone to mess around with. I know he looks nonthreatening, being so short, and thin, like a gust of wind could blow him over; but if you keep fucking with him it’s your funeral.”
Tom arched an incredulous brow. He looked at seventeen-year-old Theodore Rowle, all six-feet and two inches of him, and compared him to the five-foot-five fifteen-year-old Henry Evans in his mind. The fact that the Ravenclaw was in any way frightened of his small, sylphlike housemate was laughable to him when Theodore was so large and broad-shouldered in comparison. But he was. Noticeably so. Tom didn’t need to use legilimency to see it. “Why are you so afraid of him?” He wondered aloud.
“Because I’m not stupid,” Rowle scoffed. “We’ve known each other a long time. I know what he’s capable of.”
Tom leaned forward in his seat, interested. “And praytell, Rowle, just what is Evans capable of?”
Words: 406, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of UDLTTOM AU VERSE
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: Gen
Characters: Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Tom Riddle, Augustus Rookwood, Cygnus Black III | Walburga Black's Brother, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black, Teddy Lupin, Ginny Weasley, Oliver Wood, Seamus Finnigan, Druella Rosier Black, Ignotus Avery (oc), Lyra Burke (oc), Alyxander Mulciber (oc), Abraxas Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Delphi (Harry Potter), Augusta Rookwood (oc), Septimus Weasley, Galatea Merrythought, Casandra Trelawney, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Andromeda Black Tonks, Original Hogwarts Professors, Thaddeus Nott (oc)
Relationships: Theodore Nott & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott & Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, Gellert Grindelwald & Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore/ Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore & Harry Potter, Seamus Finnigan & Oliver Wood, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Teddy Lupin & Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, podfic length to be determined, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel, Tomarrymort, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Slow Burn, Auror Harry Potter, BAMF Harry Potter, MoD Harry, Age Regression/De-Aging, Unspeakable Theodore Nott, Slytherin Harry Potter, Ravenclaw Theodore Nott, Department of Mysteries (Harry Potter), Knights of Walpurgis, Dueling club & competitive dueling, Necromancy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47971267
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wow this post sure got long.
i’ve been wanting to make some more animal crossing art
i’m getting used to drawing again after almost 10 years of stopping (with like one drawing here and there every couple years) so i’ve been warming up letting myself draw poorly and it’s been extremely freeing, since the reason i quit drawing to begin with was because i started feeling like i wasn’t good enough. at that time i quit drawing and got into abstract painting because “you don’t have to be good at it” but newsflash to past insecure me you don’t have to be good at any art to make it. and while logically i know this, and i actually believe it deeply with my whole soul that you do not have to be “””good””” at art to create art and in fact it’s very human to create art and whether art is “””good””” or not is subjective anyway and i’m genuinely, and always have been, a huge fan of “””bad””” art because so much “””bad””” art is sooo good. and i feel this way about like all mediums. catch me consuming and appreciating all kinds of art all over the place. but, sorry gonna overshare for a sec, i’ve got an eensy bit of a personality disorder that makes me an eensy bit insecure and filled with an almost unshakable sense of shame and humiliation. well, it’s my fucking life goal to break free from that shame. and thank god, the older i’m getting the stronger my sense of self and self worth are becoming. and finally, i’m allowing myself to explore drawing again, which i used to do and enjoy for hours upon hours every day of my childhood. drawing was my main form of escape and artist expression aside from writing. i create all different types of art but drawing used to feel like mine. it came so natural to me i never thought twice about it. i let a small comment that someone made get to me. and i am determined to concur this. i was 16 at the time, or maybe had just turned 17. when i stopped drawing. and i’m 27 now and it feels soo freeing to let myself draw and not be “great” at it.
since i was about 20 i’ve been trying to get myself back into drawing, dipping my toes in drawing just one little thing every couple years. i felt so stressed because i had a lot of artist’s acquaintances. i grew up in a pretty artsy town in northern california. and i remember when i started trying to draw again, i felt so frustrated that my peers had never stopped drawing, they continued to practice and got better. whereas i stopped and got worse. and i compared myself and felt so angry. i felt like i would be just as skilled as them had i never given it up! and it made it so hard for me to start back up again. my drawing abilities had regressed to the skill level i was at when i was in like 4th/5th grade. i wasn’t even at the level that i was when i had stopped drawing at age 16/17. and it took me a long time to get over the fact that i’m going to have to practice a whole lot more to get back to the place i left off.
this year i decided i don’t care anymore. i keep a sketchbook in my bed under the pillow on the side i don’t sleep on. pencils and markers within reach. and i’ve been allowing myself to draw whatever, whenever i feel like it. silly art, vent art. sometimes i want to draw but all i can do is write on the page and that’s alright too. i’ve spent the last 10 years mostly just writing and painting abstract to express myself, so that’s just what flows easier sometimes. but i’ve been creating. drawing stuff. the other day i thought to myself “i havent really drawn a picture of spongebob since i was a kid” so i took out my markers and i drew a really crude drawing of spongebob. and then i drew patrick and squidward and sandy and a jellyfish. and it did look like a kid drew it lol. and it was so fun to make. A couple months ago i took out a crayon and drew along with Steve on some episodes on Blue’s Clue’s like i used to do when i was 5. Steve actually taught me how to draw a lot of basic stuff. and that felt so nice to imitate what he draws on screen and get my hands comfortable creating shapes intentionally again.
the other day i drew a whole bunch of pictures of Stitches and some of them turned out looking real freaky and i actually was pretty happy with the end result, having a bunch of blobby drawings of my favorite animal crossing villager all on one page lol.
i feel so inspired by the animal crossing art i see online it makes me excited to get to draw more. sometimes i don’t have a ton of creative energy to draw a big elaborate drawing like i used to when i was a teen but i’m gonna baby-steps my way up to drawing more and more elaborate and interesting animal crossing artwork. not even to share with others people or anything, although i might someday. but just for me. for the love of my favorite game and for the love of drawing
#long post#personal#my favorite art is the stuff that doesn’t even look like animal crossing at first glance#that’s what i feel most inspired by
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Sandy Hands
by Hopefulwriter
Maybe getting Wilbur a sand-pit wasn’t the best idea in hindsight.
AKA: Wilbur eats play pit sand.
Words: 671, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit
Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Age Regression Little Wilbur Soot, Age Regression Caregiver Tommyinnit (Video Blogging RPF), Brotherly Love, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Friendship, Fluff and Humor
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Dinosaurs were my favorite as a kid.
#sfw agere#sfw age regression#dni banners#safe age dreamer#sfw agedre#primary colors#sandy lion#hearts#dinosaurs#kidcore#nostalgia#nostalgiacore
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just childhood things with some hq boys,
characters ! suna rintarō, sugawara kōshi, ukai jr., morisuke yaku x gn!reader
just fluffy + profanity lol, it’s me + there’s actually not a lot of romance, there’s maybe, mayhaps, why not? things going on, but this is just. stupid cute things ok? ok, ily !
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. . .you both have this memory of suna rintaro being a dick to you when you were kids; where he was pushing you on the swings too fast, half pushing you off of it, when an unfortunate timing actually puts force, his palms, and your back— equalising to you meeting gravity by falling on your face on some very unfortunate sandy grain.
suna’s world seemed to have crashed down; he watched as you turned to him, a mirror of shock, until yours started melting into a full blown tantrum sob of pain. he was so panicked, not wanting to be responsible, he quickly shushed you and bribed you with his packed chuupets, quickly cleaning you as best as he could.
to this day, you use this to guilt trip the shit out of him.
“rin.”
“yeah.”
“remember the time you shoved me off the swings and i got a cut and a bruised on—”
sighs. “what do you want?”
. . .sugawara kōshi will never let you forget the times you had tiny pool parties in his backyard. hot summers come dewy grass and hot winds, sticky cold pops melting in your fingers with the trilling giggles of childhood friends. there are snapshots he likes to remind you off, that exists in the photo albums of both of your parents’.
it starts off innocent enough— two kids in bathing suits and floaters, pretending to be sharks and splashing each other. you can practically taste this memory, hear one of the parents calling for the hose that someone needs to turn off, suga picking it up and aiming it straight against your face with peels of chuckles.
but when the ages regress, there is a snapshot of you and your childhood friend completely buck ass nearly newborn baby naked. he likes to remind you of its existence whenever he’s bored.
“guess what i found in my mom’s photo album?”
“what— no! suga, put it back, don’t take a fucking picture, you jackass! ugh. you’re naked there too!”
“and look how adorable i am. look at that shiny butt, so full of hopes and dreams.”
there are only few good memories you have of ukai keishin especially when he only stays in his grandparents’ store every summer. you have so many blurry memories of strings of summers, biking to the store, knees freshly bandaged, wind in your face as you pitch yourself down with excited shrieks on the little hill, and parking the bike outside as you say greet the well-known grandpa and the nice auntie, ukai’s mother, who always gives you extra sweets.
memories of eating outside with cream buns, lazily trying to step on each other’s foot, observing ants you yell at him not to step on or play an experiment with a magnifying glass he found in their old things. giving him a ride on your bike, hopped on the stands your father put there as he held your shoulders and both of you well-known as adorable menaces, a duo of summer spirits and bug catching.
as the years go by, these memories are faded and well-worn, pushed to the back of your mind until you find yourself in front of the very same store, a growing smile on your face as fireworks of memories flash in your head as you meet eyes with a very familiar man.
“it’s been a while,” he says. he sounds like nostalgia and new horizons. he sounds like eveything and the future, and when he smiles— that slight upturned of his lips — you smile back. the boom and explosion of fireworks expands around and between.
“it has.”
you swear, your earliest memory of yaku has always been meeting each other for the first time at 11 months. you could almost taste the smell of rain, the petrichor of the memory is rich and bright as another child was placed in front of you. you could barely understand the adults’ chatter, distracted by a new toy? a friend? you remember looking at this light haired boy, his big brown eyes, and drooling face, and you had crawled towards him, completely boomphed him over.
from them on, your relationship with yaku had been him protecting you, taking care of you. he comes to your house so both of you could walk together to school, with you already chattering on about your favourite show, the latest episode in poignant detail from a middle schooler. whenever you have a scrapped knee, he’s the first one who sighs, bending down and pulling out a doraemon band-aid.
“be careful.” is a tired and familiar mantra before he flicks your forehead for being a ‘clumsy dummy’.
morisuke yaku has always been a constant element in your life, and some would say, inevitable.
he sighs loudly, standing beside you as the flower girl on the first few giggled. “can you not say i’m inevitable while we’re getting married?”
you giggle, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. because despite the sigh, his eyes are shinning with so much love and adoration. he reaches for your hand and squeezes. you face the priest again with a big beam. “i do.”
made by lavi <3
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#suna rintaro x reader#sugawara koshi x reader#ukai keishin x reader#morisuke yaku x reader#haikyuu imagines#suna imagines#sugawara imagines#ukai imagines#morisuke imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#lovemeian.#lvmn.shorts#mine.
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Chapter 4 || Stolkhom
Reiner x reader
Previous chapter
Warnings: Age regression and violence
It was during the early hours of sunrise that Y/n grabbed her purse and left Reiner to sleep on his bed. She was sure he would wake up in three hours or more, giving her enough time to go check the nearby job Zeke previously told her about.
This was a great chance to save up and get Reiner a professional doctor. If the damage can be reversed then she and her family could live the normal lives they've always wished for. Reiner could go back into that cocky man she'd depend on for encouragement and friendship and Mihai wouldn't have to constantly fear for his parents' life, and... well everything would be perfect.
She took a bus that was half an hour away from their home, the clear sandy pathway that led away from the forest in front. Once she could make it into the market area, she'd speak to the owner of the tea shop and tell them she was a friend of Zeke Jaegar's. He reassured her, they'd understand and accept.
The small interview didn't last too long, around fifteen minutes with some back to back small talk and laughter about how their lives were. Y/n patiently listened as he nagged on about his annoying wife and jokes about how he regrets his marriage.
By the time it was over, she huffed out in relief, her stiff and tired body begging her to make a straight beeline towards the bus stop.
However, she noticed a small gift shop by the candy stalls. There must be a celebration around this time of year. After all, it was summer.
Nonetheless, she opened the door, triggering a small cute bell sound. Her eyes scanned the shelves before finally landing on what she promised. A tan and fluffy teddy bear the size of her torso.
While the price was unbelievable and somewhat the type she wouldn't spend, y/n took the plushie off it's stand and carried it to the cashier. Although it was a price she despised, she confidently took the money out and handed it to the clerk whom wrapped it in a pink and blue bag and gently pushed it towards her with a few meaningless words of gratitude.
At last, she went to the bus stop, catching it just in time as if this cotton-filled fabric sack of nothing was fate.
The night before was silent, Reiner didn't demand she fell asleep with him since he knocked straight out after a few pages read out loud. Y/n left to her bedroom, the master one, where Reiner would be sleeping once they took Mihai back.
Throughout the entire night, there was no sound, not even a cough from the sleeping man.
When she checked him in the morning, he was sleeping like a baby, the soft fabric of his oversized sweater hanging lowly on his shoulders as he cuddled the same pillow he slept on.
Judging by the colour of the sky, it was around eight A.M now, her wristwatch confirmed her theories. Right on time, she thought as she entered the house to find the blond man stumbling down the stairs, rubbing his aching eyes.
"Good morning, Rei."
"Where were you?" He yawned. "I was just on a small walk, nowhere far." Was all she said before guiding him into the kitchen. She'd clean him up later, right now she wanted to sit with him.
Today she let him eat by himself. After all, it was cereal, how much of a mess can he make?
Turns out, Y/n underestimated him. Milk was spilling off the sides of the bowl, the liquid infected by sugary cereal was messily trickling down his lips.
Tutting twice, she grabbed a handkerchief from the box and wiped his mouth, doing the table after before discarding the tissue.
"Here." She slid the bowl closer to herself and began feeding him. His golden eyes mindlessly followed the spoon wherever it went. He didn't want to make a mess and tire Y/n out.
"Oh I uh," Y/n dropped the spoon on the plate with a loud 'clank!' before wiping her hands on her clothes. "I got you something."
Still chewing, the blond curiously peered at her as she bent under the table to grab a pretty blue and pink bag, tied in a neat knot from the top using a plastic green ribbon.
"Open it." She gently pushed it towards him. He gulped his food down, saying nothing.
For another few seconds, he continued to look at the bag, playing a silent guessing game in his head. Y/n cleared her throat. His gaze shot onto her, she rested her cheek on her palm as she patiently observed him. Her eyes looked at the bag and back at him, wordlessly telling him to open it already.
Without wasting more time, he opened the bag up. His hands didn't have to dig deep into it as a fluffy texture greeted his palms. Widening his eyes, he pulled it out, looking the teddy bear up and down.
"Do you like it?"
He didn't answer. He set the bear on his lap and thoughtlessly blinked at it. "Reiner? Do you not like the colour? Is that it?"
"No it's very nice, thank you." He beamed, "But I don't need it."
Y/n's expression instantly dropped. "What? But you asked me for it..." she held back a yell. Reiner bratty Braun really was going to be the end of her.
"Yes. But I have you now."
All of a sudden, every single cell in Y/n's brain shut down. That one singular sentence caused her cheeks to heat up and her heart frantically galloped against her rib cage. When she hesitantly glanced back at him, the feeling of shock and joy only weighed heavier against her chest.
"Don't you want to hug me?" He shyly said.
"No!" Y/n panicked, "I love it- ...hugging you- I love hugging you..." she sheepishly laughed.
"Great." He blushed, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes shut into happy crescents. "I love hugging you too."
"More than I do?"
He eagerly nodded. "How much?" Y/n affectionately smiled at him as he held his arms out the widest he could. "Thissss! Much!"
She got off her chair and walked to his side of the table, "I'm honoured." She planted a kiss on his forehead. The reality of him softening up to her washed away her sorrow and left none of it behind. This could be the best thing that happened as of now, she can help heal him and he won't struggle through it all.
Just as she was about to go clear everything away, the blond grabbed her face and clumsily slammed his lips to her cheek, his stubble scratching her. It was a nice feeling, it had been too long since he had rubbed his small beard against her face, she could sense her eyes prickle at the loving memory.
Nevertheless. She cradled his face back and peppered every inch with kisses. Reiner boisterously giggled under her yet didn't attempt to push her off. In fact, he willingly held her waist.
Whilst he didn't understand it well, her affection was filling some kind of void inside of him, one he never knew he had.
"What will you name the teddy bear?" Y/n softly whispered as both her thumbs caressed underneath his healing eye bags, her nose brushing against his. When Reiner locked eyes with her, his chest tightened, in an instinctive way that made him want to protect her.
His palm overlapped hers whilst maintaining her hypnotising stare. "Little Y/n."
"How come?"
"Because you're like a teddy bear to me," He huffed out a small chuckle, "and when you're not around, I can have something that reminds me of you to hug."
"But you'll never be alone." She said, "I swear, I'll never leave your side."
For a second Y/n could swear that Reiner's eyes shown maturity, sharpening into the man he once was yet vanishing away before she could even brush her fingers against who he used to be.
He leaned against her palm and held it to his lips,"I hope so." He said before kissing it. Reiner found his thoughts spinning in a sense of deja vu. As if this wasn't the first time she held him like this. His heart urged for him to do something more, a silent promise made that he'd understand every thing if he just did this one thing.
But how could he fix anything if he had no idea what it was that needed fixing?
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finally getting around to writing something for this!!! sorry for the delay Pixel Anon!! it was just a cute idea I wanted to write something quick for it. it's not very good and ends awkwardly but I hope you like it!
Itsy Bitsy Spider
Rating: G
"You sure you won't freak out?"
The Monkie kid and His best friend sunk further back into the river demons sofa both letting out a chorus of groans.
"Yes!" Mei runs her hands down her face slowly and dramatically "we have been saying that for the last five minutes bro."
"Okay. you're right" Sandy turns to head down the hallways of the living quarters of his ship, except he pauses again and turns on his heel.
"Are you suuuure?
MK and Mei groan loudly, throwing their hands up in the air.
"Big guy. If you don't show us what you are so worried about in the next ten seconds I might fall asleep." MK complained and tossed a pillow at the blue chest of the demon where it bounces off comically.
"Okay, you're right."
Sandy finally left down the hallway to where it was known where his room was located, the two teens wait with bated breath before the gentle padding of feet alerts them of Sandy's return.
"Come on out. It's okay." Sandy whispers gently just out of view of MK and Mei crane their heads trying to see what he's talking to. Another cat?
Instead of a cat Sandy comes around with his hand hanging low enough for a small toddler to hold it.
MK let out a gasp and it startled the toddler hiding behind Sandy.
"Is that…"
"Huntsman?!"
The small boy is no doubt one of the spider queen's right-hand man, or right-hand demon. The features, although much younger, were unmistakably the same spider demon.
He had the same purple hair, although shorter was pulled back into a small ponytail, he wore a black toddler-sized t-shirt and black jogger pants that were scented with green athletic stripes down the side.
He looked like a normal toddler, with small hands and oversized blinking eyes that peeked shyly from behind Sandy's leg.
"What happened? " MK breathes out his eyes flitting over the smaller frame of the once-mighty spider demon.
Sany rubs the back of his neck “A spell as far as I can tell.” He reaches down gently to pick up the bitty huntsman who goes easily into the larger demons' arm who holds them on his hip like they weigh nothing.
“And why is he here of all places?” Mei asked rubbing her chin suspiciously which makes the toddler duck their head into Sandy’s chest.
Sandy rubs their back gently as if trying to keep them calm under the glare of the dragon girl. “I found him wandering the streets when I went out for cat food. Poor thing was just as confused as I was.” Sany chuckles lightly setting the spider demon back down onto the floor who is greeted by a few cats that eagerly clamor for the boy.
They surrounded the child as if they were excited that they are set back on their level, all rubbing up against the biy and begging for attention. This was extremely weird because MK always pictured the demon to NOT be a cat person or an animal person in general.
And yet here the demon was, petting the cats while cooing “kitties!” and scratching them behind the ears gently while a wide smile spread across the demon's face. Honestly, it was such a 180 from how MK knew the demon.
Huntsman was normally a vicious, deadly hunter, he fought against the Monkie kid and gang on several occasions by the spider queen's side. MK had the displeasure of facing off against him when he was trying to save the city from being crushed by the giant dumpling with Tang.
And yet here they were. Chubby arms and big eyes as they gently pet the soft ears of a tabby cat with the tenderness of someone who gently enjoyed the company of small furry creatures and probably could be knocked on their butt by the force of one rubbing against his leg.
“He seems to have regressed his memory as well as his age.” Sandy explains kneeling to the floor, joining the toddler in petting a few therapy cats. “So he is no threat, but he's lost and confused, the spell is weak, I can sense the magic waning. Its likely it will fade in a day or two and he will be back to normal” Sandy looks up at both Mei and MK with pleading eyes.
Now the two understand why he was so nervous, Sandy had intentions of keeping Huntsman in his care until the spell wore off. He was in a way, asking for permission from them to keep the bitsy spider demon under his care until the spell was gone.
unfortunately...MK was weak. He was weak for the big puppy dog eyes from his favorite water demon and to top it all off bitty huntsman was looking at him with big waiting eyes, either Sandy taught him that, or being a small child just made you naturally more adorable.
In a way, MK was deeply worried this was some sort of elaborate trap weaved together by the spider queen to try and take over the city again.
But at the same time when he looked at the small spider demon that was a complete personality change who was completely helpless and at the mercy of their ‘enemy’ well...MK wasn’t heartless.
“Okay….so you are looking after him?” MK asked with a small smile that makes Sandy’s shoulders relax
“Yeah. if that is okay?” Sandy Asks again this time directly. MK nods and sticks his hands into the pockets of his jacket with a firm nod. He trusted Sandy, and more importantly, he trusted their judgment.
Plus if the shoe was on the other foot and MK was the one with an age regression curse he hoped someone would be there to look after him. Underneath Sandy’s bushy beard he can see a small smile returned.
Huntsman tugs at Sandy’s side, the water demon leans down automatically and the boy shyly whispers something into his ear. The blue gentle giant nods gently before rising back up to address the two teenagers.
“He wants to know if you want to see his room.”
MK and Mei look at each other a little hesitantly and the dragon girl shrugs.
"Sure. Why not." She also shoves her hands into her jacket pocket mirroring MK. It seemed to be the right thing to say because bitty Huntsman bounds forward grabbing either of their hand into his.
“I'll make some snacks” Sandy promises with a little wink allowing the two teens to be tugged along while sandy no doubt finds a kettle to make some tea in.
MK makes a mental note about how soft their hands were like there were tiny hairs across their whole hand and arms.
MK also made a mental note to NOT think about how he was holding a spider's hand because omg so gross ahhh so scary.
Once he suppressed his phobia long enough both he and Mei were tugged down the hallway of Sandy's living space to what WAS known as the guest room but seemed to be outfitted for the temporary guest.
A small step stool was placed by the guest bed so Huntsman could actually get into it with his small stature. A mental image that was absolutely hilarious to think about.
There were also a few stuffed animals and a cat bed that was sitting in the corner with a sleeping MO. Clearly, the cat was put on babysitting duty when Sandy was busy.
Huntsman pulls them over to a small circular carpet where he sits down and hands each of them a stuffed animal, silently requesting they play with him.
It was like having a younger brother, or maybe a shy cousin that thought you were cool but was too reserved to actually speak to them.
Mei was handed a dragon plushie, and MK was given a monkey. Mei snorted, holding up the plush shaking it lightly.
"At least he knows what suits us best." She teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows and MK can't help but throw his head back and laugh.
Huntsman's cheeks puff out clearly upset they hadn't begun playing with him yet. It was quite adorable actually. Sure Huntsman was their enemy technically, but for now, it was okay to look after the smaller younger version of the spider demon.
Sandy joins them later, bringing tea and cookies for the three, making this a weird house game they were playing so much more surreal. MK tries not to dwell on it too much when Huntsman crawls into his lap to enjoy his cookies.
Yeah...best not to think about it too hard.
#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#bitty Huntsman#bitty AU#Sandy#MK#Mei#Huntsman#look at me go!#writing garbage again XDD#pixel anon#this one for you!#love the idea!!!#wrtting prompts
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How Zulo Can You Go?
by Thomas the Tame
Original post on FictionMania
Note: This is without a doubt one of my favorite TF scenes of all time. I thought it lost for years until someone helped figure out that it's a "Medallion of Zulo" story from fictionmania.tv!
I'm reposting my favorite section here with some minor edits for Tumblr. The full story contains gender-swapping, but this part focuses on mostly consensual age-regression.
The door whipped open from the inside, pulling the keys from Chris's hands. He smiled to greet his wife, but was stopped cold by an unfamiliar face.
"Hello. You must be Mrs. Hartley's husband."
She was young, very young, too young, too damn young to be so pretty, with that pert cheerleader nose, and blonde hair that hung loose over her shoulders, around her face, and only seemed to find sexier and sexier ways of messing up itself. His next glance--done before he could help himself- -shot straight down her tank top. Oh god, creamy white breasts, small and perky, nipples as upturned as that sorority girl nose of hers. Who was she and how could he get rid of her before his dick jumped out of his pants and into her--
"Where's, uh, my wife?"
The girl backed away. It didn't help. Her tank top was short, and her smooth white belly peeked out and winked at him. He swore that little "inney" of hers was teasing him. Everything about this girl was a tease; she couldn't help herself; her body seemed designed for it. Her bra was black he noticed; the straps were not very well concealed. The sprinkles of freckles that ran up and down her arms (like sensual constellations) made him lose track of his thoughts.
" . . . back in a few hours. She said I could hang out here until she got back. That's okay . . . isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess so." He dug in his pocket for his cell phone and dialed Marissa.
The girl crept closer, her small hand pushing down his wrist to view the phone screen. "How come you're calling her?"
"I want to know why her car is still here."
"Her friend Helena drove."
He left a short message on Marissa's voice mail, hung up, and eyed the girl. "What was your name again?"
"I didn't say," she grinned. Her eyes twinkled. Her nose crinkled. She looked like a little devil. He could imagine . . . well . . . .
"What is your name?"
His stern tone made her flinch. Her grin fell away. She wore the expression of an admonished child. Her eyes flitted up into his, noticed the disapproval, and flitted down. "Sandy."
"Well, fine, Sandy. You can stay and watch TV or whatever you like, but I have some work to do upstairs."
"Okay."
Manipulative little--what was she thinking? He had to get a hold on himself. She was just a kid. Maybe she knew the effect she was having on him and maybe she didn't. Maybe she was doing it on purpose and maybe she wasn't. She reminded him of Sarah, his first crush, cheerleader, bouncy, sexy, and wanting nothing to do with a little twerp like him.
He was none too happy with Marissa either, leaving some teenage girl alone with him in the house.
He was halfway up the stairs before Sandy called out to him. And it was "Chris!" not "Mr. Hartley!"
He turned and chastised her. "Excuse me?"
"Your wife left this for you. She said it was urgent."
He took the envelope from her and started to tear it open, but she was still standing there, a step below, peering up at him, her large soulful eyes twinkling like an eager puppy. Was it his imagination or was there just the hint of a smirk on those glossy pink lips of hers?
God, her whole face, her whole body, had that healthy, vibrant flushed glow. So young. So very, very young.
"Something else?" he asked.
She slipped up beside him, uncomfortably close, gazed up at him. "I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have just jumped out at you like that at the door. I just didn't want you to come in and, y'know, be startled that some strange girl was in your house."
His heart was like a clutching fist in his chest. His throat felt thick, his face warm, knees weak. He knew he should back away, but the part of him that wanted her won out.
"That's okay. I'm sure you didn't mean it."
She wrapped her thin freckled arms around him. He timidly patted her back. She snuggled closer, squirming deliciously. He could feel her erect nipples through her bra, through her thin shirt, through his dress shirt and undershirt, rubbing against his abdomen. He hoped it was his imagination.
She lifted her chin as if expecting a kiss, and locked eyes with him.
He swallowed, felt his breath go shallow, felt the terrible, wonderful, aching hardness of his erection stretching, and slowly, so slowly it killed him, unwound her arms.
Without a word, he went upstairs, flustered, more angry at Marissa than ever. And angry at himself, at his dick for responding, at God for designing him that way, at Sandy for--for--for being so confused and for tempting him.
He ripped open the letter, thinking, This better be good.
There was an electric jolt that he put down to static shock, then the medallion began to warm his hand. He stared at it, dumbfounded. This was just bizarre. And he was in no mood either, but it was interesting, fake, of course, by the feel of it. How could Marissa think it was anything of value?
It wasn't plastic, but it wasn't stone or metal or wood either. He couldn't quite identify it. One side was worn almost smooth, and he could just make out some writing. At first he thought it was runes, but then it appeared to be Arabic, then again, hieroglyphics. Hell, it could've been a parade of ducks for all he could tell.
His whole arm was warm now. He moved from the bathroom to the bedroom, and blamed the skylight. There was a strange ticklish-tingly feeling too. He scratched his arm idly, thinking offhand that his skin felt too smooth.
On the other side of the coin he spotted Lady Liberty. No, but close, some sort of figure, female he thought. She was holding something, not a torch though. It was, perhaps, a wand, and there was the slightest impression of wings, but they were almost entirely worn away.
He scratched his arm again. The warmth had spread to his shoulder, to his neck, and was unkinking a bothersome muscle. One cheek was growing hot. He touched it. By this time in the evening there was usually some stubble.
Then he saw his arm.
It was thin and hairless. It was the arm of a teenager, not a grown man. He gasped, dropped the medallion, and backed into someone. He turned and saw Sandy.
"Don't worry. It's reversible. It takes twelve hours though." The rules were coming to her. With every contact, she seemed to understand more about how it worked.
"I thought I told you to stay downstairs."
"Chris, relax--"
"Don't tell me--"
"It's me. Marissa."
"I want you gone. Do you understand?"
"Chris--"
"Gone. Call your parents. I want you out of my house, young lady."
"Ooh," Sandy gasped and pressed a hand against her chest. She touched her blushing cheeks, felt her hot forehead, felt the shame coursing through her. "God, when you use that tone--" She laughed.
"I'm not kidding."
"I know. I know you're not. But just relax. Okay? The medallion is magic or something. I don't know how, but it can change you."
"I'm calling my wife." He found his suit jacket on the bed and dug the cell phone from his pocket.
Sandy launched into a long list of facts that only Marissa could've known.
Chris stared at her. "That doesn't mean anything."
"Look at your hand, teddy bear."
Everything about the way she said it sounded like his wife, but it wasn't. Still, his arm, his hand...
She found the medallion on the bed, held it by its chain, and dropped it into his hand. "Just hold it for a bit and you'll see."
There was that electric shock again, followed by the hot creepy-crawlies. His skin itched a little, but not unbearably. The heat sank deeper, and he actually saw his other hand changing, growing smaller. He started to throw the medallion away, but Sandy wrapped her hand around his. She whispered, "It doesn't hurt. You'll see. And you'll be amazed. It's incredible. Look at me, teddy bear. See? Now you can have your fantasy. Don't you remember telling me how much you wanted to be with that cheerleader? Well, now you can be eighteen again, and I'll be her. I even have a uniform, pom-poms and all, and we can rewrite history for you, and fulfill our deepest fantasies."
"I can't believe it," Chris's small voice gasped.
"I found that old baseball cap of yours in the attic," Marissa explained. "Now you look exactly like you did when you were eighteen."
"This is . . . unbelievable."
He stared at the medallion again, almost laughing. "Where-"
"It doesn't matter."
"But are you sure it's safe?" he worried.
She wanted to kiss him, but restrained herself. "Wait here. I'm going to change."
"Change?"
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
She couldn't help it. She launched herself into his eighteen year-old arms, feeling every bit of her teen year old body wriggling against him. She planted a kiss on his mouth, pressed it deeper until his lips parted and their tongues met. His arms encircled her, squeezing her almost to breathlessness. Gently, with a mind of their own, his hands began to fall.
She pulled away, wet lips smirking. She gave him another quick, hot kiss. He lunged at her, but she pushed him away.
"Nuh-uh! You have to wait."
"What? Why? I mean, what in the hell is going on?"
She scampered away.
He turned to the mirror and felt an erection like he hadn't felt in years. God, it was rock hard. And it was alive and incredibly sensitive. It was like it had never been touched before. Jesus, he was probably a virgin, sort of, maybe. Could you be a virgin again? Could she?
When she bounced back into the room again, she went into a cartwheel and ended with a slow descent into a split. God, just the sight of her, the blue and white pleats of her skirt draped over her white thighs, her hair in a messy ponytail, dirty blonde strands in her eyes, cheeks flushed with exertion. She was white and pink and pert and perfect and teasing him mercilessly.
Her lips glistened with gloss. She'd framed her eyes with black mascara and softened and enlarged them with dark brown eye shadow. Her blonde eyebrows were plucked and highlighted with a luminous gold. Was it his imagination or had she even sprinkled glitter on her cheeks?
She got to her feet and bounced--breasts up when she was down, down when she was up--ponytail bobbing, tossing her pom-poms around, banging them together with whispery crashes, swish, swish, swish-swish-swish. "Hey . . . okay . . . " She whipped her head to the side, thrust out a hip and pointed at him, leveling him with her eyes. "I want your dick today!"
He laughed and glanced down at the tent in his oversized pants. They fell away easily and his penis flipped up and pointed directly at her.
"Yo . . . your pole . . . " She spread her legs and leaned over to give him a good shot down her uniform blouse. "I want it in my--Home is where the heart is! Your hard-on's in your pants! I can tell you want me, but I want to see it dance!"
He rushed her. His eighteen year old body couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have her . . . right now.
#age regression#transformation#cheerleader#story repost#medallion of zulo#fictionmania#m2f transformation
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