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theconstellationprincess · 3 months

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House and Home

Welcome to the empires age regression long fic! If you’d like to be added to a tag list just let me know!

Chapter 1:

Pix sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead as he finished packing the last of his books he needed to bring with him on this trip.

With the ever present threat of Xornoth, alliances had never been so fragile, and everyone was a bit trigger happy. After the last meeting with all the emperors has ended with Jimmy and Fwhip at each other’s throats, literally, Katherine had decided that something needed to be done. They needed a united front to face Xornoth, and they were anything but.

Pix had been consulted on the creation of the building, all the empires had, though very few acknowledged it. It was a large mansion, with enough rooms to house all of them, and plenty of communal spaces. It was non-optional to attend and spent the next week in the constant company of the others. Pix had no true issues with any of the emperors, he was fairly neutral, but that doesn’t mean he wants to see them all constantly.

But, Katherine had made the consequences of not attending clear, and so Pix was packing and preparing. He had brought plenty of paperwork along, as Pixandria always needed something signed, along with candles, just in case. He knew the others disliked the practice, or at least were weary of it, but not all candle lightings were focused on death.

Pix lit candles in his bedroom because he was afraid disliked the dark.

He stared at his 2 bags. One was entirely filled with books and papers, the other with clothing. He turned, surveying his bedroom for the last time for a week, before his eyes caught on a box.

It was small, a soft blue, and peaking out from under his bed. He frowned at it, nudging back under his bed with a huff. Then sighed at his own antics, bending down to pick it up and place it on his bed. Inside, it held some of his most precious things. He lifted the lid, carefully scooping out the contents. A worn, but still soft stuffed bird and a carefully painted pacifier, patterned with stars.

He gently stroked the fur of the toy, biting his lip. He pulled his hand away and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Realistically, he could go far more than a week without regressing. In fact, it had been a little over 3 weeks since he last regressed, which was… not sustainable. Further, he would probably struggle to not slip when every moment of the day he was surrounded by noise and activity, the moment he was alone he would crash.

He continued to stare at the objects, not knowing that across the land, several others were facing a similar dilemma.

“Lizzie,” Joel and Jimmy both whined as she finished packing a large bag of regression supplies.

“None of that,” the Ocean Queen commanded with a soft smile. “We all know that the moment someone else slips one of you will, then the other, and you’ll both be very displeased with me if I don’t have your favourite pacifiers.

Fwhip blushed as Gem dug through his things, pulling out pacifiers and teethers and pull-ups. “I really doubt I’ll need any of this.” Fwhip mumbled, but Gem ignored him, stuffing a bag full of everything Fwhip had for his regression.

Scott stared at his bag. It had been packed for ages, since he’d first received the letter detailing Katherine’s plan. In the front pocket of the bag there was a singular pacifier. He needed to leave soon, he didn’t want to be late.

Did he really need to bring it? What if someone found it? Scott clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms. He grabbed the bag as is and hopped out his window, wings opening up as he began the short flight.

As all the emperors, kings and queens and rulers, entered the large premises, they looked at each other warily. The next week was bound to be interesting, if it doesn’t end in disaster.

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Hope you enjoyed! @little-froglight (I finally started it!

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froggymarsh · 1 year

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speedrunning a headcanon because my break ends in two minutes but something something copper king pixlriffs is afraid of the dark (especially so when he’s small, it’s one of his negative triggers)

it’s the nature of pixandria to have lit candles everywhere- the ones on alters and the ones on the vigil all hold meaning/a spirit/represent a death and can burn forever, but it’s also one of the primary light sources of the kingdom, so there’s usually at least some form of light, some kind of beacon, some way to see in the dark

so when he visits other kingdoms he’ll ask if it’s alright if he lights a candle, which can get mixed responses. the other kingdoms don’t fully understand pixandrian customs so they think ALL candles mean death and some perceive it as a threat- but they don’t realize there’s a bit more ceremony for candles that represent death and the ones Pix lights to be more comfortable in the dark are just candles

most of pixl’s allies don’t mind the candle but the first time pixl asked fwhip if he could light a candle when staying the night fWhip looked at him like “are you trying to start a war or something?” a hand at the hilt of his sword like “are you gonna kill me??” and then Pix got a little red in the face and admitted oh so quietly that he’s afraid of the dark and the candles help

#pigeon rambles #mcyt agere #pixl tag #pigeons headcanons #that’s right. to absolutely no one’s surprise i’m writing pixlriffs again

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cloudysafespace · 1 year

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Empires S1 Pixlriffs Stimboard for Anonymous

x x x | x x x | x x x

#my boards #stimboard #sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #pixlriffs #empires smp #empires s1 #copper #bronze #brown #cats #glitter #paint #slime #toys #fidgets #hands cw

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birdnt · 1 year

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pixlriffs calls his copper ager his "child"... but what if it was an actual child?

" david and dadriffs "

edit: i got. my first ever cc notice on twt. i henceforth pledge my allegiance to pixlriffs he is all-generous and kind

part 2 where david meets grian

(story hc: In the Golden Age of the Ancient Capital, its scholars would seek eternal youth, experimenting on orphans for the “greater good”. But when they created a child who aged the world at the touch, they were quick to discard it, not knowing they threw away the very thing they were looking for. Centuries later, an archeologist finds the infant in ruin, his most precious discovery yet...)

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recapcrew · 1 year

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Week 21 Transcript

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Intro

Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s Recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!

This week, the emperors may be headed down a road of potentially-illegal actions, including a black market, stealing, and several instances of murder. It wouldn't be empires without it, and the hermits fit right in with their new tag game!

Pix

Pixlriffs hears a zombie in his catacombs, and tracks the sound to a secret chamber behind the painting of Santa Perla. One of the tombs inside is making noise; has Pix’s ability to bring back extinct creatures made it to dead kings as well?

Not quite - it’s Rendog, who was a king that a little a bit ago back on Hermitcraft before finally making his way through the Rift. Pix dusts the dirt off him and brings Ren into the sunlight, who then confidently declares he can make his own start, heading off to the uninhabited West.

The strange things don’t slow down; Xisumavoid turns up, looking a bit shorter than normal. Pix introduces him to David, happy to be having someone who actually knows redstone take a proper look at his creation. The copper ager impresses Xisuma, and is also why he’s here; he wants to build a copper farm, and thinks Pix would be interested considering his usage.

They build up a platform in the End out of prismarine borrowed from Joey’s shop - blanket access to a shop is a dangerous thing - and plan to lead a bunch of zombies through the End portal to start the farm working. Pix’s sharp ears are used to hearing zombies by now, and he even finds a spawner with convenient placement to dropping them through from above, even if a few still need to be baited in with a game of ring-around-the-end-portal.

Unfortunately, once through the portal, the number of successful transplants proves too great, and not even a totem can save Pix from dying. He returns, slaying the zombies who stole his things since Xisuma stuck them in boats, and NOW things can proceed. Xisuma leads an army of zombies through the void, with Pix in the back acting as his eyes.

Now they can run the farm, and explain its workings with terms like Local Difficulty and Reinforcement Mechanics. Ah, technical players. Zombies go in, copper comes out, good enough for me.

On his own, Pix runs the farm as testing and improvement. His attempts to big-brain things with snowballs falls short, but the big-brain boats are a success, keeping anyone who has to refill the zombies from meeting the same fate he had.

The output of the farm is impressive, and plenty to refill David, so he and Xisuma return and have more redstoner talk, this time with Tick Ranges!

The hands-on learning from creating David has made Pixlriffs a true redstone engineer.

Scott

Today in Chromia, Scott the totally-not-the-emerald-ore-thief is showing off some houses that he built on stream. They're a work in progress, OK? Then he decides to give the server’s resident pirate a taste of his own medicine and plunders the booty from his treasure chest. Wow, sounds weird.

He temporarily hides it behind a painting – the oldest trick in the book, which works for about three seconds until Pixlriffs shows up and confronts Scott about his missing items

[PIX] I owned a deepslate emerald ore that’s gone missing from my museum very recently and the lore compass pointed me directly to you.

[SCOTT] A lore compass?

[NARRATOR] Swearing innocence and placing the blame on his deepslate emerald perfume, Scott realizes that he needs a better place for his stolen goods, and what better place than a market made just for illicit items?

Unfortunately, he gets caught while stocking the market up. Fortunately, it’s only Lizzie, and she’s easily bribed into silence with Joey’s stolen trident and a head. Really, the suspiciously low price she paid should have tipped her off that something fishy was going on. Not that she’s all innocent, either – in return, Scott receives a stack of bottles of enchanting, and a shulker box named, somewhat alarmingly, ‘Sorry you got tagged.’

The next invitee on the list for Scott’s market is a certain goblin who might not be too fond of the sheriff these days…

[FWHIP] -sell whatever…

[SCOTT] Yep!

[FWHIP] And it’s fine?

[SCOTT] Yep! You can sell whatever, you can sell things you find, things you acquire, whether its legally or not…

[NARRATOR] After paying him and his kingdom a visit, they head back to the bridge for a tour of the market. Both fWhip and Lizzie have been sworn to silence over this. Shh, they were never here…

fWhip

Speaking of, looking underground for an update on fWhip, he has decided he needs to send a strongly worded note to Oli about his debt.

The fact that Oli is at home when fWhip arrives is of no consequence as it seems Oli is up in the clouds, so fWhip leaves his notes and gets out without confrontation.

Scott visits his underground cavern to introduce him to an underground market out of range of the Law, so of course he has to sell some stolen sweet berries from Animalia! Except… he finds some odd items hidden in the chest. Wonder why they were hidden like that? Not that it’ll stop him taking them, of course.

Now, he wants to make a tram system all the way to Animalia, and seeing as he is basically under the empire, there should be lots of amethyst! Lizzie agreed and he pays her by building this system - after she tells him where she wants it to end.

Now last week fWhip forgot to pay Sausage, so he takes a quick fly to Sanctuary to leave a stack of copper before he gets back to work on the tram station.

Jimmy visits, smaller than usual, and fWhip mocks him by making squeaky toy noises with the deputy badge. However, him and Scar are apparently on an assassination mission! Well, let’s see how they do in the deep dark!

fWhip comes out on top and then sets up another stall in the underground market selling deputy badges specifically to mess with Jimmy.

Jimmy

The sheriff of Tumble Town seems… a little shorter than usual today. On stream, Sausage threw a Lore potion on him to turn him small, and he doesn’t know how to turn it back!

Now, remember last time where Joel defeated Jimmy in that duel they had? Well Jimmy’s received his consolation prank - over the wall of Tumble Town is a massive statue of Joel. The man is a MENACE!

Anyway, it’s time to meet with Scar - the plan is going to be put into action, and it’s time to get the deputy badge back.

The code phrase is Volleyball, not that it works the first few times Jimmy yells it, but Scar swoops in and they try to kill fWhip chasing him all over the Goblands. fWhip fights back with his new weapon and makes them chase him down to a not well traversed part of the Goblands - the ancient city.

Jimmy gets killed by fWhip who follows them back to Tumble Town, where fWhip manages to kill them both. He’s gone mad with power… there's only one man to turn to now.

[JIMMY] Guys, fWhip’s mad with power. I can’t stop him! There’s only one man to turn to…

Joel

[NARRATOR] Oblivious, Joel decides to continue work on his megapalace by building three of the towers, or "magical plinths," surrounding the central building. First though, he needs to get quartz. A lot of it. He wrangles some additional villagers to trade with, and 12,000 trades and a lot of smelting later, he has all the quartz he needs.

Before he starts on the towers, Joe Hills drops by with his resume, and a cover letter in the form of an all-purpose diss track for Joel to use on future rivals, thoroughly impressing him. The full thing is an experience we left for you in Joel and Joe’s videos. Have fun!

Joel then starts on the first tower, but halfway through, realizes he dropped an entire shulker of smooth quartz. Cue pain and suffering.

[JOEL] So! One second, please.

[JOEL, SCREAMING IN THE DISTANCE] Ahhhhh! No! Oh my goshhhhhh!

[NARRATOR] He trades and smelts some more quartz, and finishes the tower to go meet up with Grian at Tumble Town.

There, despite the Sheriff's best attempts at stopping them, they spawn a wither on the mountaintops right outside Tumble Town. The fight goes... chaotically, with most of it being done in total darkness. Jimmy manages to grab the star first, trading it back to them for a wither head and some other items. The three of them fly down to Tumble Town to inspect for damages, and after some more shenanigans (and an explosive death), Joel returns to Stratos.

He finishes off the other two towers and plans a new build for Hermes off the central walkway.

Lizzie

Lizzie’s mob drop bundle looks a bit empty compared to her other ones. Mission: decoration is once again the theme of this episode. On the list today, bee-hunting;

[LIZZIE] Now, lets be smart about this!

[NARRATOR] --impersonating a princess;

[LIZZIE] ‘Tis I, Princess Katherine, back from another hard day working in the spider farm!

[NARRATOR] --and reusing abandoned mob heads that she forgot until now are all in store.

Now onto the more difficult mob heads. The blaze comes rather… quickly.

[LIZZIE] –a grand total, of 208 blazes, I have the head!

[NARRATOR] The enderman head chase is at least more intense involving a lot of boats and a lot of death.

[LIZZIE] No, you have not got déjà vu, I am in fact making this journey for the seventh time.

[NARRATOR] When placing Mr.Enderman head, Lizzie is suddenly inturrupted by a voice *cough* Grian *cough* her quote-on-quote “conscience”. He leads her into a genuine tea party where Grian is waiting for her, revealing it was all a ruse for the tag game. Instead of pushing her, it is Lizzie herself that falls into the Void - lost one of her nine lives there!

It is now Lizzie’s turn to be the tag and obtain a new mission: kill a hermit, this time with lightning. But it all benefited her as she needed lightning to get her last mob heads. Being near the black mark–, I mean great bridge, Lizzie acquired from Scott a trident, a zombie head, and some mysterious trinket that she immediately hides in her berry farm.

Finally obtaining her last two mob heads, Lizzie now only has her “kill a hermit” mission left. She successfully attracts hermit False and with a genius plan--

[LIZZIE] –around, and count- count the cobbles in the cobblestone real quick for me…

[NARRATOR] --she manages to kill her, making her the new jester. She went through with the murder with an apologies box to gift the victim and left with a possible enemy.

False

Things are getting glitchy in Cogsmeade. The Grand Architect wakes from a strange vision, echoes of her own voice ringing. Anyway, she checks the sign, which seems to be covered in lichen, which informs her it was not her who built the tower, but someone else.

In response, she builds an interior for a potential resident! Joe Hills comes in for an interview—

[JOE] Oh, I might have a resume here for ya, if you’re interested!

[FALSE] Ooh!

[NARRATOR] --and is hired to keep an eye out for the tower. He gives her a report, which is basically…

[JOE, HIGH PITCHED] False Report, by Joe Hills!

[FALSE] Who?

[JOE] Someone’s dressed as False, but in different clothes!

[FALSE] How they got in?

[JOE] Threw a book at the carpet and a new book was dispensed.

[FALSE] Any other suspicious activity?

[JOE] Climbed the tower. Flew away.

[NARRATOR] To pay him, she checks out Hermepire, for loyalty books. There she meets Scar, who immediately tries to swindle her and Cub, who tries to get them to join his, uh, his cult. A chest labeled "False" catches her attention, so she comes back later and grabs some stuff out of it. A trident, a key card and a map that are definitely hers.

Sausage

Family is important, especially to the Guardian of Sanctuary. The blank slate that Bdubs left last week is changed to a gold sun, for his dear Joel, and his Tia Maria arrives. She's a leatherworker, the best in the business.

Bdubs shocks him when he visits. They joke around about the Godly tierlist, but the visions come for Sausage and they travel back in time: this time to Hermitcraft Season 8. It's the first time Sausage has ever taken anyone on the trip with him, and it's somewhere Bdubs recognizes! It's a nostalgia trip for Bdubs, who last saw his season 8 base - and his horse, Lulu - when the moon crashed! If you don't watch Hermitcraft and don't understand this reference, we recommend watching the Hermitcraft recap, especially the finale episode of season eight.

ANYWAY, the Brains of the L.O.R.E team shows up, and gives Sausage a showcase on dreams and multidimensional travel. They decide dreams must be the case, and head off to interrogate the number 1 sleeper on the server: Gem. This goes about as well as one might think.

[SAUSAGE, SOUNDING VAUGELY OFFENDED] Thanks for telling us the truth now, GeminiTay from multiple realities!

He calms down by building a couple new buildings on the new road to the Cathedral so some more villagers can move in - Sanctuary is getting livelier by the minute.

Gem

Somewhere else getting an upgrade is Dawn! it’s time for Gem to tackle the town centre of, add some more infrastructure other than a tavern and a church.

One of the builds that is missing from Dawn is a storage room! Princess Gem is outgrowing her starter storage and she wants to build some stuff anyway, so why not combine the two!

She decides to build a warehouse in her town centre, but gets interrupted by Sausage and Pix who are apparently becoming conspiracy theorists. She works out they’re confused about her world hopping stuff, but that’s easy enough to explain - she’s just LARPing with her friends!

[GEM] –a key part!

[SAUSAGE] You killed Bdubs in two seconds.

[GEM] Well, where Bdubs is from, we kill Bdubs a lot.

[NARRATOR] Well, everyone might be going insane but at least the warehouse turns out looking amazing! Deep slate in hand and inspiration in mind, she brings a path along the dock and builds a crane to help bring packages from ships onto land!

She takes a visit to her friends in Hermitopia where she meets Impulse and Jevin, and False - the current owner of the Tag hat - makes a mild effort to kill her with dripstone. Gem tries to convince them to join her religion but it… doesn’t work that well.

[GEM] --so good! Oh my…

[FALSE] Oh they do!

[JEVIN] Oh my god.

[FALSE] I’m sold!

[GEM, LAUGHING] Jevin, they’re on your nose a little bit.

[JEVIN, LAUGHING] I know right, I’m like a librarian right now.

[IMPULSE] They look natural on False though, that’s great.

[JEVIN] You know what, I’m out, never mind, take ‘em back, I don’t want ‘em.

[IMPULSE] Oh…

[GEM, OFFENDED] What?

[FALSE] Wow

[NARRATOR] After visiting Hermitopia, Gem feels she needs to step up her game a little bit - she wants to build the first ship in Dawn! It really makes a difference in the atmosphere of Dawn, and Gem is very happy with her new ship!

Joey

Joey wants to be a good captain to his new crewmates, despite them murdering him, so he heads back to the End to gather them some wings. It takes a while to find places to pillage that aren’t already raided, but he does come home with an ender chest full of treasure, as well as enough wings for everyone and a few spares.

And he can’t even put those things away before Shubble, Xisuma, and Cleo roll up on his storage room and start unloading fireworks from crossbows. The rapid spawncamping lags him out too hard to run away, and he dies four times in a row (that we see).

When he can finally get a word in edgewise, Joey lies about sending his pirates to assassinate Shelby, but since their truce is now DEFINITELY gone, a little bit of blackmail drops onto the table. The Witch leaves, and we’re sure this isn’t the end of things.

Once again, Joey pretends this was all a test for his pirates; it wouldn’t be Pirate Joe if he wasn’t deluding himself, would it? He does still grant them their pirate wings, and they formally gift him Reginald - the ship, since the ‘fat parrot’ of that name dying was what started the whole thing - before returning to their new Hermitopia. A place he’ll have to check out.

But today’s events have crossed the line. Pirate Joe needs better defenses.

First up is a shield, forged - of course - by Gator. What is seemingly just a really cool hook transforms into an even cooler barrier of light to catch his enemies off guard.

Next is storage. He’s had enough of leaves appearing in his chest room, and of risking all his fancy new gear being stolen, since people are getting bolder. Instead, he digs out a space under his chest room to make a secret hideout with a hidden entrance.

He DOES show the trick to entering this secret hideout on camera, which could be dangerous now that the fourth wall on Empires is basically a trampoline. The Captain’s Quarters are nevertheless magnificent, a perfect place to hide goodies and plan raids on his foes. As long as no one else watches his videos of course.

Outro

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thecopperkin · 2 years

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call me pix or ck or sunny or 13!

my pronouns are they/them or it/its or sol/sols!

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i am neurodivergent (in like three different flavours) and a minor

i am also british! (english/welsh)

this is my kinnie side blog because i can <3 i may also do stimboards/moodboards/etc from time to time

i kin from empires smp, doctor who, and various other things

i am a heavy tonetag user (primarily for my own benefit)

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theconstellationprincess · 2 months

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House and Home

Chapter 6: Sting

TW: Non-graphic injury description, let me know if I need to add any!

Pix hummed as he drank his coffee. He had taken it onto the porch, watching as the sun made is ascent over the hills surrounding their hidden house. He contemplated the events of the past few days, truly so much had happened in such a short period of time. He jumped and dropped his coffee as someone grabbed his shoulders suddenly.

"Fwhip!" Pix gasped, clutching at his heart as he turned around to face his friend. "You gave me a heart attack." Fwhip chuckled, looking at the puddle of coffee slowly absorbing into the deck and the shards of ceramic.

"Sorry," Fwhip apologised, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't mean to scare you- Well I did, but not that bad." Pix gave a fond sigh and shook his head.

"It's fine, just don't tell the others okay?" They both laughed and Pix crouched down to start collecting the remains of the coffee mug. He'd have to let Katherine know it had broken, but he would force Fwhip to come along with him for that. He hissed as his focus slipped and one of the glass shards pierced his palm, dragging down as he dropped it suddenly.

"Are you okay?" Fwhip asked, gently grabbing Pix's hand and pulling it towards his face. He wiped at the cut with his sleeve, frowning curiously at it. "It's pretty long, but it doesn't look too deep." Pix nodded, feeling light headed. He was not the biggest fan of blood, his or not. Fwhip let go of his hand and Pix stood up, staring at the cut with a frown. It didn't hurt, really, but it stung and he'd had a rough couple of days, or that was what he told himself when he found his eyes welling up with tears.

He quickly wiped at his eyes, but Fwhip caught notice, and gave him a curious look. "You alright, buddy?"

Ah. Oh. Pix inhaled shakily, shoving down the pesky small feelings that threatened to overtake his brain. Pet names, he wasn't used to hearing them so casually and they made his head go fuzzy. "Fine," Pix replied squeakily. He cleared his throat, "I'm good, Fwhip, honestly. I just need to disinfect this and get it wrapped up." Even the thought of it, having to rinse the cut and seeing the blood was enough to send his hands shaking, or was that the anxiety about Fwhip knowing his secret?

"Come on, I'll help you. It's my fault after all." Pix shot his eyes towards his friend, searching for he doesn't know what in his gaze, but there was nothing but kindness. Pix swallowed, but nodded. He tossed on a smirk, playfully complaining that of course Fwhip had to help, he had caused so much damage that honestly, he should do whatever Pix says until the end of time.

They made their way inside, almost no one else was awake yet so it was a short, unobstructed walk to the bathroom. Fwhip patted the counter a few times, giving a Pix a look he couldn't decipher before ducking into the cabinets under the sink to search for the first aid kit.

After a moment of hesitation, Pix jumped up onto the counter, inhaling and exhaling sharply when he accidentally looked at his hand again. It was still bleeding, but not as much. Fwhip popped back up, holding the kit. He gave Pix a small smile as he opened it up and pulled a few things out.

"I'm going to rinse it with water from the sink first, and then disinfect it, before bandaging it. Does that sound okay?" Fwhip asked gently, reaching towards his hand. Pix thrust the offending appendage towards him, breathing shakily as he nodded.

Fwhip narrated what he was doing in a soft voice, telling Pix what to expect. He murmured soft words as he disinfected it, apologising soothingly and stroking the top of Pix's hand with his thumb. Katherine had apparently expected some injuries, because there were several types of bandages with different designs. Fwhip let him pick, and praised his choice of a steampunk design, making Pix blush. He swung his legs as Fwhip taped the bandage onto his hand, and couldn't help but laugh when he pressed a gentle kiss to the bandage.

"All better," Fwhip told him with a soft smile, Pix beamed back.

"All better," He parroted, legs still swinging off the bathroom counter. Somewhere, in the back of his head, alarm bells were going off and his brain was shouting at him to stop and think and act his age, but Fwhip was offering him a hand off the counter and Pix was taking it and not letting go, even once his feet were back on the floor.

Noise sounded from the hallway outside, and the fragile sense of peace was instantly shattered. Pix released Fwhip's hand like it had burned him, and gripped his wrist with his other hand so he didn't reach back out. "Thank you, really," Pix said, trying to keep his sudden panic out of his voice, "I need to, um, write a letter. To my advisers. You know how it is," Pix laughed, a touch hysterically, and darted out of the bathroom and back to his room, leaning against the door once it had been pulled shut behind him.

His heart was pounding in his ears as he realised what had just happened. What he had done. He needed to calm down, he knew that, but it was hard when he was staring at the bandage on his hand with a cog pattern, the bandage that had been softly placed on a cut by gentle hands with soft words because he had regressed in front of Fwhip again-

There was a knock on his door, jolting him out of his thoughts. "Pix, can we talk about this?" Fwhip asked through the door, he was being quiet, which was good, but he wanted to chat, which was... less good.

Pix inhaled and exhaled slowly a few times, and wiped his face clean of tears. He opened the door, plastering on a fake smile as he allowed Fwhip to enter. He closed the door softly, and had to stop himself from immediately bursting into tears when he turned to face Fwhip and his face was so soft and welcoming and-

"Can I hug you?" Fwhip asked, and Pix was nodding before he could stop himself, and then he was being hugged and crying into Fwhip's shoulder because Fwhip knew and no one was supposed to know- and Pix really shouldn't be regressed right now because it was almost time for the morning activity Katherine had planned- "Shh, " Fwhip shushed quietly, "I can hear you thinking."

"Sorry," Pix said, wincing as his voice came out high pitched and wobbly. "Sorry," He said again, but his voice did not change. "I'm sorry I'm sorry 'm sorry-" he repeated, muffling his voice into Fwhip's shoulder. Fwhip rubbed his back, shushing his muffled apologies.

"Oh Pix, you have nothing to be sorry for," Fwhip soothed, "It's okay to be small." Pix whimpered, but stopped apologising, standing wrapped in Fwhip's arms as he slowly calmed down. Eventually, he pulled away and Fwhip let go easily, looking at him with worry.

Pix blinked at him, fiddling with the edges of his jacket. He looked towards the closet, he had brought his larger sized one along with him. He wanted it. Fwhip was looking at his expectantly, and Pix blinked. He missed what was said, but before he could panic, Fwhip asked the question again.

"Can you tell me how old you are?" Pix shrugged, holding up 1 then 2 fingers. He was small enough that he was okay with being small, a rare occurrence. "Ah, we have a baby Pix do we?" Fwhip teased gently, "Where's your blanket bud?" Fwhip asked, and Pix froze, looking at his bed which was quite evidently missing the large duvet.

"Dunno," Pix said, which was true. He didn't know where it had ended up after dropping it down the laundry chute. Fwhip gave him a look, but Pix ignored it in favour of grabbing the little box from its hiding space and pulling out his pacifier to shove in his mouth. It was instantaneous, the relief it gave him. Ignoring the lack of a blanket, Pix flopped onto his bed with a soft sigh, staring at Fwhip with slightly wet eyes until he came over and sat next to him. Fwhip rubbed his back and told him a story, something nonsensical that Pix couldn't follow but just the sound of his voice was nice.

He could see why some people liked having a caregiver.

They sat like that for a while, Pix falling deeper into his regression as the minutes ticked by. He felt so safe here, laying next to Fwhip, so it didn't bother him much when there was a soft knock on his door, though he did turn his face to hide in Fwhip's side when the door opened.

He listened, not really processing, as Fwhip chatted with the person. The hand on his back stilled, but quickly started when he whined quietly. Fwhip and the other person laughed. Pix knew that laugh! He pulled his face from its hiding space and looked towards Joel with sleepy eyes.

"Hi Pix," Joel greeted, a bit awkwardly. Pix squirmed out of Fwhips side and shuffled over to the end of the bed, making grabby hands at Joel, who obliged and came over. Pix grabbed his hand and pulled him, making Joel stumble. Fwhip laughed as Pix continued to tug on Joel until he was laying between him and Fwhip.

"I was sent up here to get you, not join in." Joel told Fwhip, fondly exasperated as Pix fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "I didn't know he regressed," Joel continued, much quieter. Fwhip sighed.

"I've known for a little while, but I've never taken care of him. He's scared, I think." Joel furrowed his brow a bit, confused.

"What's he scared of?" He asked, looking at Pix, who had moved on from the buttons to the fabric itself, poking at it curiously. "Most of us regress, no one's gonna judge 'im for it." Fwhip sighed again, it was a sad sound.

"Pixandria isn't as... accepting of age regression as the other empires." Fwhip explains quietly, watching Pix with a sad look. "It's something Pix is trying to undo, but it's been difficult. His advisers are... not the best."

Joel made a sympathetic sound, looking at Pix with a new understanding. He couldn't count how many times Pix had looked after him, or helped him look after Jimmy or Lizzie or both of them, so he was glad for a chance to repay at least some of that.

Footsteps sounded from outside the still open door, and the three of them looked up to see Scott standing there. He looked at Fwhip, then Joel, before his eyes settled on Pix and an understanding look washed over his face. He gave them a gentle smile.

"Katherine wants to start the activity now." Scott told them, "We're discussing secrets, I think. How old is he?'

"Baby," Fwhip and Joel said at the same time, both laughing slightly as they looked at each other. Scott nodded, a contemplative look on his face.

"Katherine isn't going to let all of you sit out, so we can bring him downstairs to keep an eye on him while everyone else does the activity?" Joel suggested, and Fwhip and Scott agreed.

Pix didn't seem to mind Joel or Scott being here, in fact he'd seemed rather ecstatic about Joel's presence, so surely he wouldn't mind paying everyone else a visit?

Hope you enjoyed! @little-froglight

Sorry for the time between updates, I've been really sick :(( but doing better now!

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theconstellationprincess · 2 months

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House and home

Chapter 5: Fear

Tw// fear of thunderstorm, minor panic attack, ableism (sort of?) lmk if I need to add any!

Pix spent about an hour collecting himself, before he left the sanctuary of his bedroom and returned to the soft conversation and snores. He settled on a chair where the others, sans those asleep, were engaging in quiet conversation. He didn’t say anything, just enjoyed the quiet background noise.

He let his eyes drift shut, trying to ease the tension the simple act of trust created in his shoulders. He inhaled and exhaled with forced control, but it only made his anxiety worse. He opened his eyes again, allowing his gaze to drift around the room.

He stared out the window, watching as raindrops travelled down the glass. It was raining hard, though he was unsure as to when it had began. He felt himself calming down until-

BANG

-thunder sounded. Pix jumped, as did a few of the others, at the unexpected noise. Static filled his head and body as the noise sounded again. His breathing stuttered, and he clutched at his chest with his hands (when had he covered his ears?). Thunder again, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the noise.

Someone was touching him.

Pix scrambled away, eyes wide as he fell over the side of the chair. His head hit the floor with a crack and he inhaled sharply. His vision blurred momentarily, and when it refocused it was on the still outstretched hand. He could feel his face turn red as he scrambled to stand up, flinching as the thunder echoed through the room.

“Sorry-“ his voice cracked and he swallowed. “Sorry, you caught me off guard.” Sausage, the owner of the hand, looked hurt. Pix dragged in a shuttering breath.

“Pixlriffs-“ Sausage took a half step forward and it took everything Pix had to not match it and back up. He took a deep breath and composed himself as much as possible.

“I’m going to turn in early.” Pix said flatly. “Big day, right? I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He walked stiffly out of the room, but the moment he was out of sight, sprinted his way to his room. He closed the door softly, and then grabbed his box of matches, and the duvet off of the bed. He shoved the blanket onto the floor in the closet, doubling back to collect the pillows as well and depositing them onto the blanket. He made quick work of lighting candles, not too many, but enough that it was light in the small space.

An unexpected, but not unpredicted nor unprecedented turn of events. Pix grabbed the still mostly full bag of paper work and a couple of quills and some ink, shutting the door of the closet once he’d gotten himself organized.

In the closet, the sound was muffled, and the space was easy to brighten with a few candles. The raging storm was far less scary now that he was perfectly safe in his little room. Pix mindlessly chewed on his shirt as he worked through the scrolls, which evolved into chewing on his fingers, and then sucking his thumb. Not that he really noticed, he was too busy marking corrections and signing his name. He only noticed when he went to stretch his arms and realized he had to drag his hand out of his mouth.

Well. That was fine, surely. He didn’t feel small, right? Maybe a bit… it was soothing, between the storm and the work, it was just.. nice. To suck his thumb. He should grab his pacifier, but it was Outisde the safe space.

Suddenly, Pix realized he had left the others to put the littles to bed, and guilt crashed over him. How selfish was he? Sitting here, twiddling his thumbs. He sighed heavily. To make up for his poor behaviour, he was going to finish all this paperwork before he went to bed.

He still allowed his thumb to drift into his mouth, but he didn’t take anymore breaks to stretch.

Time passed slowly and quickly as one. He blinked and 30 minutes had passed, but the next 10 dragged on.

At some point, the thunder had stopped, leaving behind drizzling rain and a sense of something in his stomach. Time continued to pass, candles melting as Pix wrote and signed and wrote and signed.

He grimaced when he came across a piece of paper he was suspecting put still dreading.

‘PROPOSAL FOR LAW 37.6C’ the paper declared. Law 37C was one he was in the process of breaking down and removing. It.. demonized age regression. Called it improper. Hurtful, misguided comments that were cruel and untrue.

This particular proposal was… no more pleasant than the law itself. His father’s influence still ran deep in many parts of Pixandria, an annoying reality.

Pix sighed, going through the proposal and refuting each individual claim with suggestions for improval. Being an emperor was exhausting.

Pix woke up with a feeling of dread deep in the pit of his stomach. A piece of paper was stuck to his face, and he yawned as he plucked it off. He was surrounded by an entire bags worth of completed paperwork, something that gave him an immense feeling of pride. He could be so productive when his brain allowed him.

He stretched and felt dread pool in his chest upon feeling a familiar but very unwelcome dampness. He swallowed, not looking down at his lap as he checked all nearby papers. Nothing even remotely wet. Good.

This was… an inconvenience, to have happened during this week of all weeks, in this place. He knew how to deal this with discreetly in his own castle, he was prepared for it to happen then, but it hadn’t even crossed his mind when he was packing.

He wanted to cry. This was far too much to deal with this early in the morning. At least it hadn’t happened on the mattress, now it was only the duvet that needed cleaned. And his pyjamas. If he dropped them down the laundry chute would they be cleaned and returned, his friends none the wiser?

He was getting itchy, he needed to deal with this quickly. He creaked open the closet door, looking at the window with interest. It was still dark outside.

Pix grabbed clean pyjamas, and after checking the closet was clear, quickly made his way to the bathroom. He wiped down the irritated skin with a damp cloth and put on the clean clothes, bundling up the wet ones and taking them back to his room.

He decided to take a leap of faith, and send a brief prayer to his Goddess, and the Goddess of luck for, well, good luck, and let both the wet outfit and duvet fall down the laundry shoot. He stood in his room, panting slightly. Far too much excitement for one day.

He gathered up the scrolls from the closet and put them back into his bag.

Crisis averted, right? He was fine, and yet his heart was still pounding. He opened his window for the breeze, but spent several moments admiring the starry sky. He wanted to reach up into the black and feel it’s inky dark around his fingers, to breathe in the stars and breathe out nebulas.

He shivered when he felt a sudden presence. It was so rare that his lady found him nowadays, but he welcomed her cold happily. Black ink pooled around his hands where they rested on the window sill, and he couldn’t help but give a giddy laugh as colours and bright spots formed in the dark.

The false-space grew until it covered the walls and ceiling, turning his room into a copy of what he could see in the sky above. He laughed breathlessly, trialing his fingers along the wall and watching as space shifted beneath his fingers.

“You are doing well, my chosen.” The stars whispered, “I am content with your decisions. You will defeat the champion, but for now, you must rest and grow.” Pix wondered, briefly, how excited Katherine would be if he told her the Goddess of Death agreed with her. The darkness looked into him and he looked back, because it was not true dark. Stars, candles, glowing eyes-

Ah.

The illusion shivered and retreated, until almost that was left was the sensation of lips on his forehead, and the infamous Xornoth.

“Very impressive,” the distorted voice praised. Its mouth didn’t move when it talked, which was fascinating. Pix shook his head, he needed to focus.

“Isn’t it?” He inwardly cursed at how his voice trembled ever so slightly. Xornoth’s smile grew. “Did you need something?”

“On the contrary, I believe you are in need of something. You don’t want anyone finding out your… little secret do you?” Pix tensed, staring at Xornoth with suspicion. He had not dealt with the demon nearly as much as the others, but he was certain that it was not generous out of the kindness of its heart. “And I have an offer to make you.”

And Pix hated how he hesitated, how he was tempted to ask and learn, but this was forbidden knowledge. Xornoth seemed to take his silence as a cue to continue.

“I need a piece of my brother- the king of Rivendell- I need a piece of his horn.” Pix paused for a moment to deal with that revelation, but at least Xornoth had made the deal easy to refuse. He would not betray anyone in this house, not a single one of them. They were his friends.

"No." Pix answered, not feeling the need to give a reason. Xornoth looked surprised briefly, and then narrowed it's eyes, smile turning into a sneer.

"I could just as easily reveal your secret as I could protect it~" It crooned musically, circling around Pix and putting its hands on his shoulders. "You would be disgraced," It whispered into his ear. Pix inhaled sharply, closing his eyes briefly.

He would not betray Scott, Scott didn't deserve whatever Xornoth would do with that piece of his... antlers? So Pix resolved to stand his ground. "No." He said again, but this time his voice wavered. Xornoth was still behind him, he could feel his presence, and his claws dug into Pix's shoulders. Pix started to shake, and his head started to grow fuzzier. Oh, anytime but now! He felt tears pool in his eyes and sniffled softly as they began to fall. He wasn't fully regressed, but he was panicking and fuzzy and-

"Are you- Why- I'll be back later!" Xornoth disappeared, leaving Pix alone in his room. He needed- He needed to check on Scott.

Pix inhaled sharply and wiped away his tears, stealing himself. He left his bedroom, mind racing. His earlier joy and calm has been all but eradicated and now he was certain that he had no time to waste on things as pointless as joy.

He approached Scott’s door, quietly opening it just enough to see the rise and fall of his chest and hear the soft snores.

He returned to his own room after, feeling both exhausted and energized. Nothing made sense anymore. He gathered up the pillows from the closet and put them back on his bed, but he didn’t rest. He paced, and then penned a letter to his advisors requesting any additional paperwork that had popped up in his absence so far.

Hours passed, time Pix fiddled away, until the sun began its ascent and he left his room. He made his way to the common area they had all been in the previous night and did some tidying, and then headed to the kitchens to acquire some breakfast.

He needed to keep himself busy. Busy, as busy as a bee! He liked bees.

Pix shook his head, pushing away the nonsensical thoughts. He needed more coffee, caffeine would surely fix the fact he got very little sleep. Today he would take it easy, and then tomorrow he’d be back onto his paperwork grind.

Thanks for reading! @little-froglight

#star writes #age regression #agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #empires agere #mcyt agere #house and home #diap stuff #empires pixlriffs #pixlriffs #pixlriffs agere #mythicalsausage #hurt/comfort #nightmare

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theconstellationprincess · 5 months

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Thinking more about Pixlriffs ( @little-froglight )

(Diap stuff/accidnts warning! Also, some anxiety/upsetness over an accident)

S1 Pixlriffs is pretty independent right? Like he lives super far from the other empires, so he’s pretty used to doing things on his own, which is fine! He’s got his people, and himself, and that’s all he needs for his everyday tasks.

However.

The copper king is not incredibly inclined too make decisions that only benefit him, which includes taking care of himself!! Like, when he did what he considered to be a mistake he isolated himself to the point of starvation, torturing himself because he did something wrong that he didn’t understand was wrong at the time.

So… sometimes, on occasion, he’ll get really caught up in doing things for his kingdom (farms, building, paperwork, etc) or friends (getting copper, more paperwork, lighting candles, favours) and forgot that he also needs things. Like to eat, drink, sleep, and go to the bathroom.

Pix is horrible at remembering to use the bathroom if he gets even slightly busy, and this has led to a couple of incidents where he almost didn’t make it, or mortifyingly (to him) didn’t make it on time. He’s just… really busy, okay? Sue him for ensuring his empire was functioning, even if it meant skipping toilet breaks every now and then.

Anyways, I think Pix was originally super like… uncomfortable? About diapers. Not for other people, he was all for it for them, but for him? He didn’t need that stuff, he was perfectly capable of making it to the toilet, and thought he’d just feel awkward wearing them.

But! That changed when he was attending a house blossom alliance meeting (so all the other empires were there), and realized half way through the meeting that oh boy, he really needed to pee. But! It would be so rude to interrupt the meeting, and also really embarrassing, so what’s a copper king to do? Try to wait, of course.

The meeting dragged on, and Pix got increasingly uncomfortable and anxious as he waited. He didn’t want to regress in front of this many people, and he knew he would if he had an accident, and that made it so much worse!

Fwhip, bless his heart, noticed Pix’s predicament and had no qualms about asking to break for a few moments, the meeting had been going on for a while after all. Pix was visibly relieved when Katherine said that they could reconvene in 15 minutes, but then looked very nervous. Fwhip was confused, and then had a click moment.

“Pix,” Fwhip whispered, sitting down next to him. “Are you okay?” Pixl looked at him with wide eyes. His face was a little flushed, and he looked pretty upset.

“Of course,” Pix lied, smiling gently at his friend. Fwhip frowned at him.

“Do you want to come to the bathroom with me?” Fwhip asked, hoping that the slight trick would help Pix overcome whatever anxiety he was having.

Pix blinked at the request, he hadn’t expected that. He chewed on his lip. He really did need to go, and going with Fwhip would help avoid the awkwardness of trying to sneak out himself. He nodded.

He had to bite back a whimper as he stood up, he needed to go so badly! Why did he wait this long?? Well.. he had a lot of paperwork, and a building he was planning, and then there was the meeting…

He blushed a bit as Fwhip grabbed his hand and dragged them out of the room, but smiled at his friend. The walk there seemed longer than usual. Pix swallowed nervously as he struggled to keep up with Fwhips pace, his stomach was hurting and he was afraid that if he went to fast he would leak. As they approached the bathroom, Pix thought he would actually make it, and then Joel and Jimmy popped out from behind a tapestry that Pix hadn’t even noticed, scaring both him and Fwhip, and ruining the fragile control he had over his bladder.

He could feel himself blush, and his lip started to tremble as tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at Fwhip, panicking because he was having an accident, he wasn’t supposed to do that, he wasn’t supposed to regress or be childish he was a King, and Fwhip jumped into action. He quickly led Pix into the bathroom, and let him freak out while still providing comfort and reassurance.

Pix had no extra clothes, and he certainly didn’t want anyone else to know (if Joel and Jimmy hadn’t already said anything), so Fwhip offered him some spare pants, and a diaper. Pix was very hesitant, he was teetering on the edge of regression and didn’t want to slip, but Fwhip convinced him it would be okay (Fwhip wanted him small, it was so so clear that Pix needed it).

Fwhip helped him figure out how it put it on, and once it was on and Pix was properly dressed, he found that.. oh… well. I mean. Maybe they weren’t so bad? It was soft, and comfortable, and it made his brain just.. calm down a bit. It was nice.

He was small. He pouted at Fwhip, but was honestly grateful for an excuse to not return to the meeting. He didn’t want to see Jimmy and Joel right now, really.

Fwhip made an excuse for both of them, and they flew back to Pix’s together. It was nice, the company. Pix was very good at flying when small, and he appreciated the conversation. It was nice to be taken care of, for once.

(Later, jimmy and Joel would apologize relentlessly and promise to make it up to him. This came in the form of some very lovely custom diapers)

#age regression #agere #mcyt agere #star writes #empires agere #sfw agere #empires s1 #empires smp #pixlriffs #pixlriffs agere #empires pixlriffs #empires fwhip #fwhip

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theconstellationprincess · 6 months

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Some self indulgence

“Pix?” He heard the voice, but was too involved with his panicked escaped to decipher who it belonged too. He darted into a room, silently shutting the door behind him, and darted the nearest surface - a bed - and covered his mouth.

“Pix?” It was Fwhips voice, he must have already been found. He laughs too much to be a good hider, but he’s a really good seeker. He heard foot steps approach, and then pass the door to the room he was hidden in. The game had been Joel’s idea, the Mezalean palace was very large, and several of the regressor’s on the server needed the break.

Pix didn’t include himself in that, he doesn’t really take breaks, not real ones anyways. And he wasn’t regressed. Well, not fully. He was in an in-between space, not quite regressed but he was too… vulnerable to be his emperor self.

It was dark under the bed.

He heard more footsteps pass his door, back and forth. He was starting to get tired, the floor was pleasantly cool and the darkness wasn’t helping any. He quietly crawled out of his hiding spot and swiped a pillow and throw blanket from the bed he was under. He shuffled back under, getting himself settled. A nap never hurt anyone.

Pix woke up to frantic noises outside the door. His name was being shouted. He whined at the noise, he had been having a very nice dream about being a bee. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes, pulling down the sleeves of his jacket so that they covered his hands more. He wanted his bigger one.

He squirmed out of his hiding spot, returning the pillow and blanket to their proper place, and left the room. He didn’t really care about hide and seek anymore, he wanted his bigger jacket, a pacifier, and to go back to sleep. He almost ran into Sausage leaving the room. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“Hi Sausage,” Pix said quietly, running at his eyes again.

“I found him!” Sausage cried out, “Where you in there the whole time?!” He asked Pix, looking over him carefully.

“Hidin’,” Pix mumbled, “Took a nap.” As if to prove his point, he yawned. Sausage gave a slightly crazy laugh and hugged him, Pix left himself be moved without protest.

“We couldn’t find you,” Sausage told him, slightly maniacal.

“Oh,” Pix said blankly, he squinted at Sausage. “Sorry?” He tried, words were being tricky for him right now. He wanted a pacifier so he’d have an excuse not to talk.

Sausage laughed again, but it was more fond exasperation than anything else. “It’s okay, Pixie, are you still tired?”

Pix blushed a little at the nickname but nodded, “Paci an’ nap?” He asked shyly, tilting his head. Sausage gave him a soft smile.

“Of course.”

Hope you enjoyed! I might add more to this layer but I’m going to bed now!

#age regression #agere #mcyt agere #sfw agere #star writes #empires smp #empires agere #empires s1 #empires pixlriffs #pixlriffs #little pixlriffs #little pix #mythicalsausage #empires fwhip #fwhip

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theconstellationprincess · 7 months

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Whumptober day 6: alternative prompt: Shaking

Little Pixlriffs, Little Fwhip, and caregiver MythicalSausage

Summary: A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark.. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor

Inspired by @little-froglight hcs!

A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark. Perhaps that could be inferred from the whole candle theme he had going on, but many don’t consider that at all. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor.

Pixlriffs was always a caregiver, he was always there to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed, regressor or not. He was always available, always willing, to help anyone. He took pride in that fact, and that pride did not play well with his regression. It was very rare that he regressed, not for lack of wanting, but out of fear that someone would need him. Most of the time his regression was involuntary, and triggered by fear, or stress, and then he ended up just panicking until he felt normal again.

Tonight, he had travelled to Fwhips for the two of them to discuss trading, and they were planning on heading to a feast hosted by Mezalea the next day together, so Pixl was staying the night. The discussions went well, and they were having a late dinner when a loud slam startled the both of them. One of the windows in the room had opened by itself, strong wind blowing through and, to Pix’s displeasure, extinguishing the candles in the room.

The room went dark, not even illuminated by the moon for it had been blocked out by the thick clouds covering the sky. He looked towards Fwhip, trying to quell his panic that threatened to pull him into headspace. He needed to be big for Fwhip. He looked towards where Fwhip had been just moments before, only to be met with empty air. He blinked, but looked underneath the table instead, finding his friend curled up, clearly upset.

Pix crawled under the table, sitting next to him. It was still far too dark in the room and he was struggling to keep himself fully in caregiver mode. He pulled out a candle (he always had some on him) and lit it, setting it between them. The wind from the still open window wouldn’t be able to reach under the table. It helped him relax, but Fwhip seemed just as tense.

“Fwhip, how old are you right now?” Pix asked gently, putting in far too much effort into making his voice sound as it normally would. No tripping over his words. Fwhip shook his head in response. Pix had never seen Fwhip properly distressed when small before, and was getting properly worried. He needed Sausage, he was Fwhips primary caregiver.

Pix pulled out his communicator, sending a message to Sausage and praying the man wasn’t already sleeping, as it was quite late. Sausage replied that he was on his way, and Pix relaxed slightly. A boom of thunder sounded outside and that relief was immediately replaced with stress. Pix squeezed his eyes shut, holding back scared tears, and trying not to slip before Sausage arrived. He opened his eyes when he felt a weight on his shoulder, looking at Fwhip who had placed his head on his shoulder. Pix took a few stuttering breaths and pet Fwhips hair.

Another boom of thunder, Pix whimpered, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Tears pooled in his eyes but he squeezed them shut again to prevent any from escaping. The candle wasn’t the best light source, but it was preventing him from fully slipping, which was great. Fwhip took one of his hands and squeezed it tightly, and Pix squeezed back.

Sausage finally arrived, opening the door gently, immediately spying the both of them curled up under the table. He quickly shut the open window and kneeled in front of them both.

“I seem to have 2 little boys, hmm?” Sausage commented, mostly to himself.

“I’m not little, Sausage.” Pix said, titling his head when Sausage gave him an incredulous look. I messaged you for Fwhip, not me.” At the sound of his name, Fwhip pulled his head off of Pix’s shoulder, reaching towards Sausage as soon as he spotted him. Fwhip seemed a lot younger than he normally was, even when regressed. Sausage grabbed Fwhip, picking him up easily and holding him close. Pix told himself he wasn’t jealous.

Another boom of thunder, and all of Pix’s reservations went out the window. Now that there was a caregiver with Fwhip, he no longer had an immediate reason to not be small, something his brain took advantage of. A few tears dripped down Pix’s face which he quickly wiped away, but not before Sausage saw them.

“Pix, bubs, you can be little. You’re shaking, bubby.” Pix shook his head, he wasn’t supposed to be small. But he was. He could pull himself out of headspace, but each boom of thunder sent him deeper and deeper down, and his fear all came spilling out in the form of sobs that made his whole body shake. He reached for Sausage, desperately searching for comfort. Sausage put Fwhip, who was calmed down, onto one of the chairs and picked him up. Being picked up made Pix feel like he was physically sinking deeper into his regression.

He sobbed into Sausage's shoulder, slowly calming down even as the thunder continued outside, as Sausage rubbed his back and mumbled comforting words. At some point, Sausage took both of them out of the room, carrying Pix and holding Fwhips hand as he took them into Fwhip’s bedroom. He placed down an extra bed for Pix, who had stopped crying, and tucked both of them into bed.

Pix watched as Sausage first attended to Fwhip, getting him settled and giving him a teether and a stuffed animal. Fwhip was quick to fall asleep, and then Sausage turned towards him. Pix shrunk back, afraid. He hadn’t meant to regress, or soak Sausage’s shirt with his tears. But to his surprise, Sausage instead offered him a pacifier, which he accepted silently, and a stuffed animal. Pix was confused, but felt warm, and to his absolute wonder, cared for.

Pix drifted off to sleep listening to the quiet, slow breathing of Fwhip, and the sounds of Sausage getting ready to sleep.

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theconstellationprincess · 3 months

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House and Home

Chapter 2: Settling In

The house was charming, Pix had to admit it, as they all stood outside of it. It looked far more inviting than foreboding, though the bright, warm day might also be a contributor. The climate in this particular region of the world was quite tame, warm days and cool nights, a fact Pix was somewhat looking forward too. He does notice a few others who seem less excited about the weather than he, mainly Scott who has already shed his outermost layer.

Scott notices his gaze and they make eye contact. The Elven king narrows his eyes at him, and Pix averts his gaze. He wasn't scared of Scott, not really, but he did not wish to make an enemy of Rivendell, or its army. He noticed similar interactions amongst the others, and as the minutes ticked by, tension grew tenfold.

Pix let his eyes wander to the house again, taking in the wonderful architecture that went into it. Soft curves and slow gradients made up the building, and Pix allowed himself to ponder about possibly incorporating some of it's style into Pixandria until, finally, Katherine appeared.

"Hello everyone!" Grumbled greetings returned her upbeat one. Katherine frowned every so slightly, and Pix couldn't help but feel slightly bad for her.

"Good morning, Lady Katherine." Pix said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He got some glares, but honestly, they were all behaving like children. "How are you on this fine morning?" Katherine beamed at him, beckoning them all to follow her as he began to walk up the steps to the front door.

"I am doing amazingly!" Katherine answered excitedly, as the front doors were opened by two servants. Pix was going to reply, but found himself breathless. The entry hallway was simply beautiful. Softly gasping, he marvelled at the decor. He heard some idle chatter, gritted compliments gifted to Katherine about the work of art that was the interior of the house.

Pix found himself without words as she began a tour, too busy observing every inch of the house. Others asked questions, and most began to relax slightly as they formed groups with their allies within the larger group. They toured the first 2 floors, which were dedicated to community spaces, as well as the kitchen and servant areas, and then Katherine led them to the third floor which housed the individual rooms they had been given.

The rooms were labelled, and Pix was mildly surprised to find himself between Scott and Fwhip. He was unsure as to how Katherine had decided to organize the rooms, he had no issues with either of the two. It wasn't until he started paying close attention to the organisation of the entire floor that it clicked for him, caregivers were sandwiched between regressors. That made sense, he had to admit. The week was likely to be full of emotions for many of them, having people on standby for those who were more... likely to have an emotional outburst was smart.

But Pix couldn't help but feel a little upset, something he would keep very much to himself, because it meant that, as he suspected, he was going to be playing caregiver for the next week. He had no problem with it, Scott and Fwhip were both his friends, and he was so happy to have been given the opportunity and ability to help them. But... well it was really his own fault. No one but him knew about his regression, and he had planned to keep it that way, so truly this was a blessing in disguise. Pix wouldn't be able to regress if his help was needed, he'd never let himself, so that's that issue sorted.

Katherine's room was at the very end of the hall. She informed them that they had an hour until lunch, so they could take that time to unpack and settle into their rooms. Pix sent both Scott and Fwhip a smile as they entered their individual rooms, getting 2 unsure and wavery grins back in return.

Good enough for now.

Scott's shoulders dropped the moment he was out of sight of the others. He inhaled sharply and exhaled with a long sigh. Fingers found the golden antlers stuck to his head and he gripped them tightly, wishing, not for the first time, that he could get rid of them.

He constantly felt like he was being watched, and he hadn't regressed in far too long. Sharing a wall with Pixlriffs was perhaps the best deal he could have gotten, he knew how to mind his business, unlike many of the other emperors. He took a few deep breaths, and picked up his bag, tossing it onto the bed and collapsing next to it. The bed was soft, at the very least, and the blankets were an export by his own kingdom. That brought a small smile to his face.

He should unpack, but he couldn't be bothered, so instead he listened to the others. He could hear Pixlriff's muttering to himself, socked feet soft on the floor, but steps still purposeful, as he paced around his room. Drawers opened and closed, and he strained his ears, hoping to catch a word or two. To his disappointment, Pixlriffs was speaking Pixandrian, and while he could read the language well enough, his spoken skills left something to be desired.

His mind drifted to other thoughts as he listened to Pix put about, refocusing when he heard a soft, "Aha!" from the other man. Scott strained his ears again, furrowing his brow as he tried to decipher what he was hearing. An object being dropped and a soft swear, then a strange clicking noise, and then someone falling onto a bed. Scott smirked, imagining the king in a similar state to himself.

Pixlriffs was going to be fun to get to know, Scott decided, afterall he did not know the man particularly well. Perhaps Katherine's plan wouldn't be as much of a disaster as he previously thought.

Lizzie rolled her eyes fondly as she watched Joel and Jimmy wrestle on the large bed in her assigned room. She was working on unpacking, but the other two had regressed after the tour had finished, so she was unpacking and babysitting. She wasn't surprised, it had been a stressful hour or so, and now they all needed to relax.

She finished putting the last of her clothes away, including her wonderful shark onesie that was in a regressed-Lizzie friendly spot, and joined her husband and brother on the bed, playfully tickling them as they shrieked and tried to escape. While she was concerned about what the next week would entail, at the very least it would provide some much needed time for stress relief.

Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading <3 (@little-froglight (is it okay if I continue to tag you?))

#star writes #age regression #agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #empires agere #mcyt agere #pixlriffs #scott smajor #smajor #katherine elizabeth #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #empires season 1 #empires season one #house and home

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theconstellationprincess · 5 months

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Just thinking about S1 Pix not wanting to regress in case someone dies because he doesn’t want to miss a candle lighting, and he struggles to light them when small.

Thinking about him missing a lighting and then panicking and not sleeping for a few days just in case.

Thinking about him, maybe, making some silly decisions because he’s sleep deprived and anxious and he really just cannot deal with this right now everyone! He has more important things to do.

Thinking about him becoming so sleep deprived that he makes a mistake and hurts himself, and then freaks out because everyone will use this as evidence towards why he should sleep so he just doesn’t.. ask for help.

Thinking about that injury getting progressively harder for him to deal with, because his healing is shot because he won’t sleep, until it’s impossible for him to cope with it.

Thinking about someone (Fwhip, perhaps,) coming to Pixandria because his friend is suffering and he’s going to help gosh darn it, and finding Pix just sobbing his heart out because it hurts and he’s tired and everything is just Bad.

And thinking about Fwhip being a very good friend and not saying I told you so, just quietly helping Pix out, and helping him sleep, and staying when Pix asks him too.

Then thinking about the two of them, quiet in each others company as Fwhip helps Pix, and Pix.. let’s him, because he knows Fwhip, and knows that rejecting his help would upset him.

Helping Fwhip by letting Fwhip help him.

#star writes #age regression #kind of?#pixlriffs #empires pixlriffs #empires s1 #fwhip #empires fwhip #empires agere

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theconstellationprincess · 2 months

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House and home:

Chapter 4: Secrets

Fwhip blinked blearily as he was jolted out of his dreams into the waking world. He yawned, stretching his arms before squinting at the bedside table clock he’d been provided. He rolled his eyes, it was far too early to be awake, and went to go back to sleep, but a noise caught his attention.

Sharp hearing caught the sound again, a quiet rustle and ragged breathing, fabric against wood, soft sniffles, all from the other side of the wall. He quietly but quickly snuck out of bed, shuffling out of his room and one door down.

He knocked, ever so softly, and heard the room go silent, save for a very loud, pounding heart. He waited patiently, but no one came to the door, so he knocked again, still no sound. Growing concerned, Fwhip softly, twisted the door knob and opened the door just enough to squeeze through. His eyes focussed on the bed, or more accurately the lack of a person in the bed. He blinked, a bit surprised until he focussed back on the sounds, and realized where the missing Pix was hiding.

As gently as he could, Fwhip got down on all fours and peaked under the bed, terrified, but wet eyes greeted him from under a shield of blankets. Pix looked so scared, and it broke his heart to see it. They were friends, and Fwhip never wanted to see one of his friends upset.

"Hey buddy,” Fwhip crooned softly, heart crushed even further when Pix’s wide-eyed expression crumpled and the soft, raspy crying he’d overheard earlier returned. It was still so quiet, a fact that hurt far more than anything so far, because most are not born crying quiet. It is learned. “Oh Pix, what’s wrong?”

Pix was trembling as he shook his head, “‘m okay!” He reassured with a hoarse voice. Fwhip bit back a sigh, fond though it would be, he doubted Pix would take it as such in this moment. He bit his lip as he tried to think of what Pix would do in this moment.

“How old are you feeling right now?” Fwhip asked, hoping he had guessed right and Pix was, in fact, regressed. Pix looked so scared, but Fwhip wasn’t expecting the question to escalate it to panic.

“ I’m not r-ges-d!” Pix insisted, heart pounding even faster than before. Fwhip blinked. Fwhip knew his relationship with regression was… odder than most, but Pix was- he looked terrified of it. His crying evolved into quicker breaths, and Fwhip was getting even more worried now.

“Okay, bud, you don’t have to be! I know nothing wrong, but can you tell me why you’re under the bed?” He’d need to talk to Pux, properly, in the morning, but for now there was a scared little king who needed taken care of.

“Dark, wan’ box, tired.” Fwhip nodded, trying to piece together that puzzling sentence. He could fix a couple of those things, at least. He stood up, pulling a match out of the box in the nightstand, and lit a few candles.

The room looked far nicer in the warm light, but Fwhip still jumped when he turned around and Pix was peaking over his shoulder, eyes on the candles. His face wad a mess, and so was his hair, but Fwhip was far more distracted by the outfit Pix was wearing. He had on his signature jacket, but it seemed to be a larger size, and he was wearing it over fuzzy pyjama pants.

Fwhip looked at Pix looking at the candle and concluded his guess was correct. He knew Pix was afraid of the dark, he had mentioned it once, a long time ago, but he hadn’t realized how big the fear was until now. He wondered if waking up in the darkness had made Pix regress.

Pix gently pushed past him, fumbling with the sliding lock of the drawer in the bedside table. Inside of it sat a small cardboard box. Fwhip stood awkwardly to the side, bending his head so he could get a peak at the contents as Pix’s shaking hands opened it.

Inside was a stuffed bird, and quite possibly the cutest pacifier he had ever seen. It was a dark blue and covered in hand painted stars. Pix reached for it, carefully wiping it on his short before sticking it in his mouth. He shuffled par Fwhip again, grabbing the stuffed bird and climbing onto the bed. He opened and closed his fists at the blanket still on the floor, looking at Fwhip with wide, pleading eyes. He tucked Pix in, feeling very proud of himself as he slipped out of the room, only to stop short when he bumped into Smajor in the hallway.

Smajor shuffled his feet awkwardly, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally coming out with, “Is he okay now?” They both knew who he was talking about, Fwhip nodded, and couldn’t help but relate to Scott’s sudden relaxation. “Good,” Scott said, more to himself than Fwhip. “He-he deserves good.”

Fwhip was inclined to agree.

Pix woke up feeling gross, his eyes felt like they were welded shut. It took a couple of minutes before he called what had happened the previous day, and the previous night as well. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, and pinching the bridge of his nose, as he considered what to do. Fwhip would certainly have questions, questions that pix wouldn’t really want to answer, but it would be more polite, too.

This is why he hadn’t wanted to regress at all, it never ended well for him. Usually it just meant work piling up, but this time he’d really gotten himself in to a tricky situation. Unfortunately, it wasn’t really up to him when he did slip, and it was his own poor planning that have led to the events of the previous night happening, so he had no one to blame but himself. Regardless, he could really only hope Fwhip would not bring it up, or at least not in front of anyone else.

It was always such an inconvenience to regress at night. He always woke up, feeling awful and sensitive throughout the next day. Even worse, residual fuzz, decided to make itself known in his brain by his body refusing to take out the pacifier still situated in his mouth.

Pix considered his options, he knew that there were a lot of activities planned throughout the day, ones he had to be present and accounted for, so just hiding away from everyone would not be an option. On the other hand, he also didn’t want to risk regressing in front of everyone. It was bad enough Fwhip seen this particular side of him. Perhaps, he could fake illness. He knew from experience that a loose fitting mask would easily hide a pacifier, and then he could keep himself at a sort of in between space like where he was now.

No, no, that was still too risky, it would be upsetting, but he could just pull himself out of this headspace, and continue on with his day-

I’m not at his door, reminded him of exactly why he should just ignore his pesky emotions and move on.

“Pix?” Fwhip’s voice sounded from behind the door. “Are you awake yet?” Pix nodded. And then remembered Fwhip could not see him.

“Yes!” Pix called in response, the pacifier giving him a slight lisp.

“Can I come in?”

And wasn’t that a question. He had no doubt that if he said no Fwhip would listen and respect his decision, but that meant more questions at a later date. If he said yes., then he could go about the rest of this six days in a relatively quiet manner.

“Yes!” Pix answered, pulling up his covers and hoping he doesn’t look to terrible. He was glad to note that Fwhip was also in pyjamas and had messy hair, it made him a little less self-conscious about his own current state. Despite his embarrassment, he still couldn't bring himself to spit out his pacifier, even when Fwhip's gaze shot right too it as he entered. "Good morning Fwhip," Pix greeted, trying his best to project maturity. He wasn't regressed, well, not really, and he didn't want Fwhip to treat him as such.

"Hey Pix," Fwhip greeted back, standing awkwardly in the centre of the room. "Do you- Do you remember anything from last night?" Pix felt a little bad for him, it was an exceptionally awkward circumstance.

"I apologise for my behaviour last night. It is my understanding that I am not particularly easy to deal with during the very rare times I indulge in regression." Point to Pix, not only had he removed any and all responsibility from Fwhip, he'd also established that last night was the exception rather than the rule. His words were oddly shaped and softer as the pacifier inhibited his speaking.

"You were great!" Fwhip insisted, but his shoulders had relaxed slightly. "Are you- Do you feel better now?"

"Mmm," Pix hummed in agreement. He was already over his speaking quota for the day, and small noises were far easier to manage when he was low on conversational patience. "Thanks."

"It's nothing really! I mean, how many times have you taken care of me?" Fwhip gave a slightly manic chuckle, and they fell into an awkward silence before Fwhip shuffled out. Pix sighed, rubbing his face as he finally got out of bed. He eyed his door, and fiddled with the pacifier in his mouth. He almost wanted to cry as he carefully pulled it out and put it in it's rightful place in the little blue box.

There were several shared bathrooms on this floor, so Pix gathered everything he would need and made his way to one. He started to draw a bath as he cleaned his teeth, and pulled off his pyjamas. It was nothing fancy, but having a soak was a great way to relax and take some time to think.

And think he did. Pix trusted Fwhip, but the guy had a tendency to speak without thinking, so it likely wouldn't be long before his long-kept secret became well known, at least amongst the other rulers. An annoyance, certainly, but nothing dangerous. His advisers finding out, however, would spell a more precarious situation. He knew that none of the others would understand, for regression was a well known and widespread practice in all other empires, apart from his.

It was the fault of Pix's father, certain laws passed, quiet words shared during interviews, some strategic speeches, and a few... examples of what happens to those who do not follow the practices he had deigned, and the empire as a whole had demonized it.

It was something Pix was trying to change, but still to no avail. His advisers gave him a very hard time about it, and he was making some progress, but not enough to be able to escape without consequences should they catch wind that he engaged in the forbidden practice.

It was dramatic, and silly, but no less serious for it. Pix sighed as he got out of the bath, he would need to have a serious chat with Fwhip, and perhaps the other emperors as a whole to avoid this secret of his being spread and making it's way to Pixandria.

He pulled on casual clothes, making sure to dress for the milder weather, and put his jacket on over top. He carefully combed his hair and applied fragrances, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked put-together. Good.

He made his way over to Scott's room, knocking softly. He wanted his book back, or more specifically, the schedule. The door opened quickly, revealing a well-dressed Scott. His wings looked shiny, and Pix wondered if he had just preened them.

"Good morning, Scott. Have you finished with my book yet?" Pix mentally winced at his flat words, but it was really Fwhip's fault! Scott, on his part, didn't seem to notice or care, and held up a finger as he entered his room. He emerged again a moment later, handing over the leather bound notebook with a smile. "Thank you," Pix said with a hum, returning to his own room as he flicked through it.

He found the schedule for day 2, taking note of the time. The first activity would be starting soon, they would be doing trust falls. Pix winced, that didn't sound like a great activity to start with.

He was right. He was so very right. He stood with Gem, his assigned trust fall partner, and they watched as the chaos unfolded. Partner's had been the result of a random draw, but the universe seemed to be feeling chaotic, and several odd pairs were together.

Most notability, Scott and Jimmy had been paired, and Fwhip and Joel. Pix was waiting for the first blood to be shed. Fwhip and Joel weren't fighitng, but they had both been rather excited to be paired up, and consequently, Joel had regressed, and Fwhip was definitely not fully big.

Scott and Jimmy were arguing, however, and rather loudly. Almost everyone else had paused to watch them argue over who should fall first, as they had been at it for over 20 minutes. Katherine looked on the verge of tears.

"Honestly, Codfather, can't you be selfless for once and go first?" Scott spat venomously. Pix winced as he watched Jimmy begin to shake with anger, before he began to shout back.

He and Gem had completed the prescribed activity already, both completing trust falls a couple of times and then talking through any fear they felt. He hadn't conversed much with Gem in a casual setting before, so it was nice to get to know her a bit better.

He watched, enraptured, as Katherine went to break up the fight. He checked his watch, and notebook, their next activity was... manhunt? Wasn't that just fancy tag? Games, they were just playing games. Oh well. He examined the other's, taking note that only Joel and Fwhip had regressed so far. The caregivers would be a bit outnumbered if everyone regressed, but they were alright so far.

Eventually, Katherine separated Jimmy and Scott and they moved onto the next game. Shubble was appointed the first person that was it via being volunteered by Gem, and Pix was quick to make his escape.

He ended up hidden in a tree with a giddy Fwhip, and his even more giggly partner Joel. They kept shushing each other, which only made the other laugh more, and Pix watched them with a fond smile. At one point, Shubble passed right under the tree, and shot Pix a discrete wink as she made a scene of looking around and then moving on, much to the delight of Joel and Fwhip.

"Pix- Pix guess what?" Joel asked breathlessly with a beaming smile. Fwhip's shoulder's were shaking as he desperately tried to stiffle his laughter.

"Wh-" Pix barely got to answer before-

"Shh!" Joel said, the noise being broken up with giggles. Pix laughed a bit himself, the excited laughter feeling infectious. They were hidden for a while more, with Joel and Fwhip babbling to eachother while Pix kept an eye out for the other's.

Sausage joined them in the tree, pretending like he was trying to escape from Shubble, only to gently tag all three of them once they had allowed him into their hidden spot. Joel and Fwhip gave loud gasps, dramatically crying about betrayal, and Pix joined in. He did give Sausage a high-five, however, because it was pretty smart.

No longer needing to be hidden, Pix helped the other two climb down the tree, casually following them at a distance as they ran around the grounds, chasing down everyone, regardless if they were it or not.

Once the game had ended, a picnic blanket was brought out, along with enough food for a small army.

By that point, several others had regressed. Pix helped Lizzie with Joel and Jimmy, while Sausage managed the twins, and Scott sat with Katherine and Shubble. Joel and Jimmy still had far too much energy, to Pix sent them on short quests to fetch things for him, and Lizzie would give them both something to snack on each time they returned.

"Those are both incredible sticks!" Pix praised as he set the odd shaped branches with the rest of the nature-themed quest items. He thought of another quest as Lizzie handed both boys peeled oranges. "But do you think you can find me 10 green leaves, without plucking them from a tree?"

And so the game continued.

He made polite talk with Lizzie as they waited for the two to return. Pix fought the urge to marvel at the collection of things that sat next to him, he was being an adult! No one needed another little to take care of. He listened as Lizzie discussed a new tax being passed, and offered some pointers on how to make its applications more specific to its target audience. In turn, Lizzie offered to let him look at some of her old journals, which Pix eagerly accepted. So little was known about the Ocean Empire, he was eager to get his hands on some insider knowledge.

Eventually, lunch was finished, and everyone was ushered back inside for some time in one of the several community spaces. Katherine emphasised that this was a time to discuss their day so far and reflect on new things they had learned about the others.

Pix beelined it for the bookcase and hid himself away in the corner.

Fwhip, Joel, Jimmy, and surprisingly Scott, trailed after him like ducklings. It took very little convincing for Pix to begin reading the novel out loud to the group, and he was theatrical about it. He did the voices, and commanded an audience's attention like no other.

He could feel eyes from outside the small group on him, but ignored them in favour of acting out the dialogue. The novel was a favourite of his, though sad, and full of pictures, which he held up for the other 4 to see. The Little Prince, a favourite of his since he was an actual child. Scott seemed as mesmerised by the tale as he could remember being, but the others were half focused on the book and half focused on each other, not that Pix minded.

As he continued the story, eyes began to droop, and the cutest little cuddle pile formed. He yawned himself once Scott, the last one awake, drifted off. He quietly stood up, stepping over the group. They would be okay, the flood was carpeted, and they had all dragged over a variety of pillows and blankets during the impromptu story time.

Pix quietly excused himself from the room, still clutching the book. He made a note of which page he'd left off on, but continued to read it once in the privacy of his room, tracing over the pictures with his fingers and sighing. Nostalgia was a pain when one was immortal, so many things to be nostalgic about.

Pix doodled the rose and her prince in his notebook, along with the sheep, adding in a sky of stars. He was eager for day 4, when there was going to be an optional activity of stargazing. But for now, he was content to take some time for himself and appreciate the book that he had taught him many lessons as a child, and still was as an adult.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed <3 @little-froglight

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theconstellationprincess · 2 months

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House and Home:

Chapter 3: Meals and Deals

tw// angst, regression repression (lmk if I need to add anymore)

After an hour had passed, far too quickly in Pix’s opinion, everyone was rounded up and shuffled downstairs to the dining room. It was extravagant, large arches and windows creating a wide, open feeling space. Pix was one of the first to enter the room, a fact he quickly regretted when he realized he’d have to pick a spot. There were no assigned seats, something he was a little disappointed about, as it would have made his life easier.

Fwhip sat down first, with Gem and Sausage following. The table was set up in the same way as the House Blossom Alliance meetings, and the three of them followed that seating plan. Pix followed suit, taking a spot that mirrored his position in meetings.

His knee bounced, so he held it down with his hands in his lap, which had the added benefit of preventing him from fidgeting with his fingers are anything on the table.

As everyone sat, he was amused to note that everyone else had also followed the pattern, Katherine included. He looked across the faces of his friends and wondered, truly, how had things gotten so terrible between them all? His eyes caught on Fwhip, breath catching in his chest as he found his gaze returned.

Fwhip stared at Pix, unblinkingly, until the food was brought out. Fwhip knew Pix far better than the others, and he was privy to a fact that, to his knowledge, only he and Pix knew. Fwhip was aware that Pix was a regressor, though he was certain Pix didn’t know he knew. The poor king went to great lengths to hide it, going so far as to lock himself in his bedroom. It made Fwhip a little sad, but truly he often felt a similar way, so he did not judge.

He was concerned, about Pix. He had been so busy lately, large bags prominent under his eyes, and Fwhip had noticed that one of the bags that Pix had brought seemed to be filled with paperwork.

When Pix made eye contact with him, he tilted his head slightly, trying to convey ‘are you alright?’, though based on Pix’s increasingly confused and anxious expression, he was failing.

When lunch arrived, he had to make an effort to not scrunch up his nose. He was familiar with the food of other empires, of course, and he didn’t expect Katherine to cater to his… specific diet, but it was still a bit annoying to be given a salad that was entirely vegetables, no protein in sight.

But alas, he was trying to make an effort here, so he shoved the leafs into his mouth, actively avoiding grimacing. He noticed a couple of the others picking at their food, and Scott looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

To Scott’s credit, he was doing a wonderful job pushing the salad around on its plate, just not so much at taking it off the plate and into his mouth. He looked stressed, though Fwhip couldn’t blame him. He’d had a rough go at it lately.

See, look at him empathizing with the elf! He was winning at Katherine’s little game for sure.

Scott was not winning Katherine’s game. Since leaving the sanctuary of his assigned room, he’d quickly come to the conclusion that he would never be able to rest in this house. Everything was far too noisy for his sensitive ears, and he felt like he was going to puke from a mixture of anxiety and sensory overload.

Katherine was prattling on about something to the group, but Scott was being focused on trying not to cry and wasn’t paying attention. It wasn’t his fault that Katherine had hired an army of servants that were constantly moving and making sounds that felt like a hammer hitting Scott’s skull. He dug his nails into his palms, careful to avoid reopening the half-moon scars that had been left behind after a life time of too sharp nails on too soft skin.

He observed the room, grateful that Katherine’s chatter had at least silenced most of the group around the table. Pixlriffs was writing furiously in a book (where had he pulled that from?), but the soft pencil scratching was far more soothing than distressing. He focused on the repetitive noise, slowly unclenching his hands. It would be a nice sound to fall asleep too, but alas, Scott trusts most of the people around him as far as he could throw them, which is admittedly, not particularly far, unless he was flying...

Regardless, his eyes stayed firmly open. He drifted his gaze towards the Cod Father Alliance, Joel and Jimmy were whispering furiously to one another, while Lizzie was exasperatedly trying to get them to quiet down. Scott narrowed his eyes, were they regressed?

The Cod Father Alliance all did, he knew that. It was a well known fact, he'd taken care of Lizzie a few times, and Joel, and once had a regressed Jimmy foisted upon him by a panicked Lizzie and taken care of him. They were easier to talk to, when regressed. Or perhaps it was because his biases towards them were far less strong when they were kids, after all he wasn't going to be mean to kids.

Joel stuck his tongue out at him, Scott smirked and did it back, but quickly looked away when Joel started tugging on Lizzie's arm to get her attention. Her resulting sigh almost made him laugh.

Katherine continued to talk, and then she stopped and everyone started standing up. Scott stared at his uneaten salad and shrugged, following suit with the others. He'd have to find someone to ask what Katherine was talking about, perhaps Pix. They'd never been close, but they weren't enemies either.

Pix, on his part, had been paying close attention to what Katherine was saying. It was a schedule, and he would not be caught unprepared for any activity! He flicked through the notes he had taken, there was a surprising amount of games of hide and seek scheduled throughout the week. He wondered, briefly, if Katherine had perhaps allowed her small side to dictate parts of the schedule.

To Pix's knowledge, almost every emperor regressed, himself included. Sausage didn't, or if he did Pix didn't know, but everyone else did, at least occasionally. Some were rarer than others, his own included. He was almost always a caregiver, and had watched over almost every empire's ruler at this point.

Pix nearly walked straight into his door, face buried in his book, but stopped himself at the last minute. He quietly shut the door behind him, Scott appeared to be feeling under the weather and he didn't want to cause the elf any pain. He set the notebook down on the desk, grateful that the rest of today was pencilled in as a break. Katherine had mentioned that they would all be sharing lunch with each other, but no other meals would be mandatory to be shared amongst them.

Pix rolled out of bed and started pacing. The doors did not have locks. That was... unfortunate. He eyed the closet. It was spacious, inside, and had its own light source, and lots of shelves for candles... Pix determinedly pulled his well-loved box out of it's hiding space, and then froze.

What on earth was he doing? He couldn't regress, what if someone needed him? Scott might be getting sick, and Pix knew from experience that being sick enhanced regression tenfold. He knew Scott was wary of almost everyone here, too, but seemed to be okay with Pix. He shook his head. He ignored how his hands shook and how tears pricked in the corner of his eyes and how much he was already regressed and just not letting himself admit it and shoved the box back into it's hiding place.

He wasn't regressed. He wasn't. He was big! He needed to be big, just in case.

Pix swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut and climbing into the bed, pulling the covers over his head. He was a neighbour to an elf with sensitive hearing, he would need to be very quiet if he didn't want Scott to find out about his current... emotional upset. Because then he might be asked questions, one's that he could not answer.

The darkness under the blankets was far from comforting, but the sound muffling was necessary as Pix tried his best to not cry. What was with him? Honestly, he was behaving like a child.

A few tears dripped down his face, and he was quick to wipe them away. Crying because he didn't get his way? Crocodile tears, clearly. He was just crying for attention, ignoring the fact he was entirely alone.

More tears fell until Pix gave up on wiping them away and let himself cry. He wasn't small, he couldn't be. A soft knock sounded on his door.

Pix froze.

Then it was a scramble of actions. He pulled himself out of his blanket cocoon and furiously wiped at his face and combed his hair with his hands. He hoped his red eyes looked more sleep than tear induced.

Scott stood at his door. He opened his mouth at the same time Pix did.

"Hello! What can I do for you?" Pix asked cheerily, faking a yawn and stretching his arms. "Sorry," He said after yawning, really amping up the tiredness.

"Pixlriffs," Scott greated tensely. He looked nervous, but tossed on a smile as he leaned in and quietly explained, "I'm rather afraid I missed what Katherine was talking about earlier. Could you, perhaps, explain to me what it was she was talking about?"

Pix grinned, opening his door to allow Scott inside while he approached the desk, pulling up the notebook. He turned around to see Scott staring, wide-eyed, at the several candles he had set up along the nightstands and dressers. Pix winced.

"Here-" He cleared his throat, "Katherine was talking about a schedule for the next week, it's all written down here." He offered the book to Scott with a nervous smile, getting one in return. "They're not for, um, death. Pixandria uses candles for many practices, including celebration and friendships-" Pix babbled, cutting himself when Scott's face contorted into something different. He was terrible at reading facial expressions, he couldn't tell if Scott was interested or annoyed. He swallowed, allowing Scott to leave with the book without more conversation.

His traitorous eyes locked onto the hiding space of the box. But he was feeling leagues better already, having shoved all his emotions inside a deep part of his brain so that he could act normally for Scott.

He approached his bed again, genuine exhaustion clinging to his bones as he burried himself under the blankets, though not covering his head.

It was still light, which meant he needn't light any candles if he went to bed now, since he would avoid all the darkness.

Nothing bad would come of heading to be early, he was certain.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed! @little-froglight

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appears. whips out my uno reverse. pixlriffs to u too (and also maybe fwhip if you want yesyes) 7, 9, 10, 14, 16, 17, 19, 22, 30, 41, 47, 53, 54, 62, 88

(that's probably way too many feel free to skip any sjdfklsj <3)

So I wrote answers to all of these and they did not save :,) so take 2! Also! You did not specify a season, and I'm procrastinting, so have hc's for both characters, for both seasons of empires, on all questions

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~

Copper King: Mostly involuntary regression, but I'll say for voluntary, a pacifer + oversized jacket, and being talked to in a soft, calming voice. Being told a story, maybe, or just being taught things that he's really interest in.

Count Fwhip: Varies day-to-day, could be a paci one day but not the next, and maybe one time that fuzzy blanket made him instantly baby space but this time he's just chilling and writing letters while cozied up with it.

Archaeologist. Pix: Teaching him things! He gets so excited. Also being in his froglight orchard makes him feel small and fuzzy inside.

Goblands Fwhip: So many things! Very excitable little guy, but like... pacis + teething rings are the way to go to ease him into regression.

9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~

Not really for either! Interests become more intense, but like... nothing new?

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Not really? The copper king is non-verbal when he's small, or very slightly verbal, and anything he says is slurred around a pacifier and almost indecipherable. Arch. Pix also doesn't really talk, he prefers to listen, but he will very quickly and excitedly babble about anything and everything if you ask, and mess up a lot of words doing it, so kinda.

Count Fwhip + Goblands Fwhip: Yes!! He's just a little guy, he dunno nothing about words, lots of dropped letters and made up words from this kiddo!

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~

For copper king/arch pix dragons 100% love dragons want to know everything about dragons, fascinated by them

I think for count/goblands fwhip same thing with dragons, but count fwhip might have a more vested interest in faries because he believes they're real :)

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~

All of them are definetly more neutral/dark pallets, maybe some pastel every so often.

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Over sized blue jacket!! He has it in multiple sizes and wears the different size ones depending on how small he feels (pretty sure I stole this from you /lh) and also just normal pants/comfy pants

Count Fwhip: Dresses/Skirts + a shirt that doesn't feel gross on his skin if he chews the neck part. Flowy clothes are more fun to play in!

Goblands Fwhip: Comfy Cozy clothes, fuzzy and warm but difficult to ruin because he is rambunctious.

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Yes!! They love to collect stickers from their friends, probably have sticker books so they don't get ruined.

Count Fwhip/Goblands Fwhip: Less the type to collect and more the type to have some a put them all over his empire and other people's empires

22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~

Copper King: Finger paint! His favourite activity to do with Joel when they are small together (reminds me of what I'm doing for our art trade!) is use the mezelean dyes/paints to finger paint! They have lots of fun together.

Count Fwhip: Probably also finger paint just because his fine motor control is limited to building + redstone only, holding brushes does not cooporate with him when he's on the smaller end of the scale, so finger painting is better for him.

Arch. Pix: He likes brushes just because it's more control over what he's doing, and he likes to paint things for his friends and want's it to be as amazing and totally awesome and cool as possible

30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~

Copper King: Preferably neither, haha! He likes to pretend he doesn't need to regress, and sleeps just fine in his adult bed thank you very much! But when he's a baby, probably with someone? Just for comfort, since he's a very stressed out little guy who just needs some cuddles and someone to rub his back while he falls asleep.

Count Fwhip: Neither too, but like he was to sleep near Gem, in the same area if not the same bed when he's small. She's his twin!! He loves her to death and just wants to sleep knowing she is near by.

Arch. Pix: Probably a crib, actually. I think he's the kinda kiddo to roll out of bed a lot, to the point where he's pretty good at catching himself, but when he's little his reaction time is slower and he's gotten a couple of bruises, and a spranged wrist, from doing it incorrectly/too slowly, so I think while not like a proper crib, he'd have gaurd rails on his bed (and they'd make him feel oh so small, like a little kid. He likes to drag his fingers across the bars and listen to the quiet noise of the wood, it's soothing.)

Goblands Fwhip: Crib! He's a little guy, and he likes to be small to fall asleep because it makes cuddling his stuffies feel much softer and nicer, but a normal bed is just uncomfy, he wants to feel protected, and a crib does that for him!

41🚀 Favorite Game ~

Copper King: Hide and seek! Or more specifically, hide and entertain himself for a while because other people are stressing him out. And it's a no talking game which is a bonus!

Count Fwhip: I think he likes to play games with Gem + Sausage, maybe tag or like doing tricks, that kind of stuff. Something active.

Arch. Pix: I think he'd still really enjoy hide and seek, but also scavenger hunts!! Or just finding things and showing them to people, he loves to just pick stuff up and stick it in his pockets because Joel/Fwhip/Scott/whoever would probably find it interesting and he'll see them at somepoint right?

Goblands Fwhip: He just likes to play anything, silly little chaotic gremlin boy, he likes to do pranks and that kind of stuff, probably hiding and spooking people as they walk by (but not too badly! also gives himself away because he's little and giggling the whole time and anyone can hear it from a mile away)

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~

Copper King -> Not really? Like there's a lot of magic so hypothetically yes, but when he's small he just... it's not on his mind? He has The Vigil/Death thing going on, so fairies are much of a strech, but he doesnt like... actively believe in them.

Count Fwhip: 100%, absolutely without a doubt, have you seen some of the empires with all their crazy plants? Only fairies could do that.

Arch. Pix -> When big sort of? He definitely believes/likes to believe in all kinds of stuff like that, both big and small. When he is little he'll build fairy houses in the froglight orchard. There's a fairy ring not to far from the catacombs, he always makes sure to avoid it.

Goblands Fwhip: Yes, once again. He lives near the deep dark, if skulk exists why shouldn't fairies??

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~

Copper King -> He can psyche himself out of headspace if he gets too anxious about people needing things, or if someone is mean to him about something/teases him he can pull himself out because he no longer feels safe, even if the intial regression is involuntary, if he's too overwhelmed he can pull himself out. Also probably being around littles who are younger than him, since his brain wants to be a caregiver instead.

Count Fwhip: Probably not a lot, if he manages to properly regress, but when he's bouncing around probably loud noises/not feeling safe would pull him out of it sometimes (though sometimes it pushes him further in), and maybe being like... babied to much right out of the gate when he's feeling over would make him feel weird and like he'd pull himself out (although it could make him a baby, could go either way)

Arch. Pix -> Feeling awkward/out of place around certain people when he's regressed would pull him out of headspace.

Goblands Pix: Being mean to him :( he's just a baby, but if he gets in trouble/is made fun of for something he'll force himself out of headspace

54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~

I don't think any of them are! Copper King no, he has a great appreciation for what they do, and while he may not like them all, he's not scared of them. Count Fwhip maybe some?? But like not in general.

Archaeologist Pix loves them!! So does Gobland Fwhip! The sillies love bugs, they could stare at them for hours.

62🎃 Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~

Copper King: Not so much? He has them, but doesn't really sleep with them. Maybe if he's super small and it's offered he'll take one, but not on the forefront of his mind.

Count Fwhip + Grimlands Fwhip: Yes!! He loves them, they are important to him when small, he likes to cuddle when the shadows get to big or it gets too cold, so they are the perfect substitute for an actualy person.

Arch. Pix: Yesss! He tucks them in, and they have tea parties in the frog orchard and fall asleep on picknet blankets!

88🌼 What’s A Nostalgic Place For You ~

Copper King + Count Fwhip: Pixandra + Grimlands -> I like the idea of Grimlands + Pixandrai being quite intertwined as two old empires on the fritz with one another, and that Pix and Fwhip both spent a lot of time at eachother's empires as children + growing up and both places are nostalgic to them. For Pix also Mezelea, just because I like to think that Joel would have been quite close to him as a child, as Pix was a ruler long before Joel was, so he helped him get everything in order when Joel was crowned king of mezelea, so specifically the mezelean palace is nostalgic for him

Arch. Pix + Gobland Fwhip: The Catacombs for Pix 100%, I think that when he first got established in the lands, he found a lot of comfort in the weighted, but peaceful, presence of the catacombs (also ghosts!) and it just feels safe for him, and it's nostalgic to retrace some of the first steps he took as an archaeologist in this land of empires for him. As for Fwhip, he definitely has lots of nooks and crannys in Gobland that he would escape to as a child, and the ones he can still squeeze himself into have a very nostalgic feeling for him.

#afehaoue this took so long but im proud of it #star writes #age regression #agere #sfw agere #mcyt agere #empires agere #empires s1 #empires smp #pixlriffs #fwhip #empires fwhip #fandom agere #empires s2 #count fwhip #copper king #goblin fwhip #archaeologist pix

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