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ddvau......

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rewatching wild life . they keep baby talking impulse......

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OMG LOMAX THE HOUND OF MUSIC DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT SHOW???

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Oughhhh starting tomorrow I'm gonna have 3 jobs until summer ;-;

I should have at least a little new writing on my Ao3 sometime this month but in the meantime my favorite of my Regressuary fics have been put up on Ao3 for you to find easier!!

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top five most important things you can give a character. 1. bisexuality. 2. autism. 3. so much negative rizz it loops around into irresistibility. 4. so many bad events. 5. a coping mechanism that’s cute and silly provided you don’t think about it too hard

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YIPPEE YIPPEE NEW EMAIL NEW AGERE SPECIFIC MAIN TUMBLR BLOG YIPPEE!!!!

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Big things are happening on the blog today

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See I know my mom was abusive growing up, I may not be able to remember a lot of it but I do remember enough of it, but what’s funny about my dad is he thinks he’s exempt from causing trauma too?? Bro you let her get away with this shit for years huh??

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After regressuary I’m not writing for the next MONTH <- he says while already starting a new fic

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Here’s the fandom breakdown of all my Regressuary 2025 fics!

14 MCYT fics (7 life series, 4 empires s1, 1 YHS, 1 Impossible Minecraft, 1 general setting)

10 Lalaloopsy Girls fics

3 The Amazing Digital Circus fics

1 Ride The Cyclone fic

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Regressuary Day 28: Prize

Caine’s adventures are often strange, baseless, and overwhelming, yet today’s adventure is a welcome respite from the normally zany and intense crusades they embark on. They’re at a small carnival, goal of today for everyone to win a prize at one of the various booths. Pomni has had no luck so far on any of the games that she’s tried, balloon pop had somehow ended up with darts stuck in her hat, bottle toss was no luck, and water gun race had ended up with Jax soaking her with a water gun (thanks Jax.) She’s so frustrated and busy running around that she almost doesn’t notice Ragatha. Almost. Ragatha is just standing in the middle of the walkway, looking around at all the prizes and games, eyes wide. Pomni stops in her tracks, the way Ragatha gazes around makes her look young. Pomni heads over to her, speaking to her gently. 

“Hey Ragatha, you doing okay?” 

Ragatha looks at her with an unfocused gaze, a look Pomni knows she herself has looked at Ragatha with before. 

“Let’s go sit down for a little bit, yeah?” 

Ragatha nods, letting Pomni lead her off to a bench to sit down. She hasn’t regressed in a long time, not since long before Pomni came to the circus, and she’s small right now. 

“Do you um, need anything? Do you feel okay?” 

Ragatha just smiles at her, happy to see her friend. 

“You haven’t won a prize yet huh?” 

Ragatha doesn’t respond, she’s just running her hands over the fabric of her dress. She’s clearly very small, not talking and not seeming to understand questions much. She seems happy enough, she’s smiling and kicking her feet lightly. Both of them still need to win a prize, otherwise the adventure won’t be complete, but Ragatha clearly won’t be able to do anything too complicated. Pomni looks around, thinking. Her eyes land on the duck booth. It’s a game of luck really, just picking ducks out of the water until you get one with a number on the bottom to win a prize, but it’s perfect for them right now. 

“Ragatha do you wanna go play with duckys?” 

Her eyes light up and she grins toothily. “Ducky!” She says. 

Pomni takes her hand, slowly leading her over to the game. “Alright, do you wanna pick up a duck? Ducky?” She points to the ducks, floating around in a circle in the water. 

Ragatha picks one up, trying to put it in her mouth. 

“Oh no no no, don’t do that” Pomni worries, lightly pulling the duck away. “Let’s see if you got one with a number” She checks the bottom, she doesn’t know if the game has been made extra easy or if Ragatha is just lucky, but there’s a dark number ‘6’ clearly marked on the bottom. 

“Raggy you won!! You get a prize!!” 

The plastic duck floats up out of her hands, turning into a plush one with a poof of smoke. It lands in Ragatha’s hands and she squeals happily. She babbles at the duck, holding it close to her. Pomni smiles at her friend, watching her play with the duck plush. She still has to win her own prize, but she has time. Right now she’s going to watch Ragatha, enjoying the company of her friend, big or small. 

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if YOU’RE regressing… and I’M regressing… THEN WHOS FLYING THIS PLANE???

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Regressuary Day 27: Nightlight

Night two in the house is quite similar to the first. The weather outside is still storming, Jewel is once again small. Branches thwack against the window outside, wind sounding like a scream. 

The room is dark, too dark. Anything could be lurking in the shadows. Anything could appear and grab her, hurt her. She can’t fall asleep, the wind outside startling her awake and the darkness keeping her wide-eyed and alert. Jewel is a quiet crier, not daring to make a sound. But she is also so so small and she clings tight to Storm E. in bed next to her. The wind picks up and she whimpers, burying herself further into her girlfriend. Storm E. stirs beside her and she shakes their arm. 

“Jewel?” They ask groggily, turning over and fumbling with the bedside lamp before finally turning it on. 

Jewel sits up once the light is on, face streaked in tears. Storm E. is about to ask what’s wrong when the wind picks up again outside and Jewel dives into her arms. 

“Oh button” They soothe, petting her hair as she quietly sobs into them. 

Jewel whimpers in their arms. She just feels so small and so scared and she can’t sleep and she just wants Storm E. to hold her. They sit there like that for a while, Storm E. holding Jewel while she whimpers and cries. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” Storm E. asks, Jewel tends to wake up regressed when she has them. Jewel shakes her head, looking up at them. 

“Dark” 

Storm E. wipes a tear from Jewel’s face. 

“The dark scared you?” 

Jewel nods. Storm E. kisses her forehead and hugs her again. 

“I’m sorry baby, do you want me to go look for a nightlight?” 

Jewel nods and takes their hand. 

“I come with” She insists, not wanting to be alone. 

They head out into the hallway hand in hand, Storm E. finding a nightlight tucked away in the hallway closet. Once the nightlight is plugged in back in the bedroom Jewel feels a little bit safer, wiping her tears and sliding back under the covers. Storm E. slides in beside her and turns off the bedside lamp, the nightlight on the wall giving the room a soft moonlight glow. It’s still raining hard outside, the wind whistling, trees creaking. But curled up next to Storm E. with the soft glow of the light makes her feel a little bit braver, and a little bit sleepier. She cuddles into Storm E. again and finally closes her eyes. 

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Regressuary Day 26: Lost

It was all so sudden. Climbing down into the bunker with Lizzie to mourn their teammate and suddenly a flash and a bam and they were gone. The void in between the worlds of the living and that of the dead is a place that he’s well familiar with at this point, and it’s the second time he’s not going to be the first one alone in it, and yet he still finds himself crying when he opens his eyes. 

“Jimmy?” 

He turns to Lizzie, she looks shaken. Both of them just sit there, breathing heavy, hearts pounding, trying to process what just happened. Lizzie swallows heavily, throat still sore from the robotic sounds she was cursed with just before her death. 

“I-I can’t believe” she starts, swallowing again trying to regain her voice. 

“Don’t” Jimmy says quickly. “Just…don’t say anything please” 

He felt so proud of himself just hours ago and now he’s sunk down into the ground, both physically and mentally, the shame of getting so far only to lose sending him down, down, down. He’s fighting back tears, breathing shakily as he tries not to make eye contact with Lizzie. He knows that if he does he won’t be able to stop the tears from falling. 

“Jimmy” 

She says his name so softly, gently touching his hand. He looks at the emptiness above, sighing deeply. 

“We-we’ll come back as zombies right? We should find the others.” 

He can do this. He’s 28, he can look at his concerned friend without crying. He turns to her with a forced smile, and she’s not looking at him with pity like he thought, like he’s used to. She’s looking at him with concern and something breaks within him. He looks down, burying his face in his hands as he starts crying. 

“Oh Jim” She wraps him up in a hug, squeezing him tightly. He sobs, reality crushing down on him. 

“I did everything right! I did everything right and I made it to the end this time! Why did he do that Lizzie? I tried so hard-“ He chokes on another sob, turning into her shoulder and returning the hug. Everything hurts. He doesn’t want to be here, a failure. 

She’s rubbing his back and shushing him as he cries, her voice soothing against his roaring feelings. He can’t help but feel so tiny, drowning in his own emotions. Everything is hitting him all at once and it’s hard to process, hard to describe. He doesn’t think he could handle anyone else seeing him right now, one person comforting and yet he’s still got this overwhelming fear nagging at him. He’s never felt quite so bad before. Sure being out first again and again and again and again had been upsetting, but he was used to that. He was used to losing, being out first, being the worst player, builder, fighter, whatever of the group. But he’d been doing so much better these past two seasons, he’d been making so many strides. And for once he’d dared to think that maybe, after breaking his curse, after working so hard, after getting to the finale, that he could finally get his chance to be the winner. It’s not the losing that hurts, there will be other seasons, it’s the fact that he was doing so well and came so close only to lose it all in the final stretch. He’s ashamed of himself, it burns in him like the fiery explosion they died in. If he can’t win then why did he play the game at all? 

Lizzie is humming a song to him, he tries to focus on it but he just feels so absolutely lost, it’s unfair. His breath hitches as he sobs, words gone and not enough to express the anguish he feels. What is he supposed to do now? He feels lost, he feels like a fool, he wants to hide away from everyone else for the rest of his life. 

He clings to Lizzie like a lifeline, unsure of everything except that she’s safe. She runs her fingers through his hair, still humming to him softly. He tries to say something, to thank her, to express how terrible he feels, but any words he tries turn to babbles when they fall off his tongue. Lizzie swallows thickly, her throat still feeling off after the robot curse. 

“Oh Jim it’s gonna be okay, it’s all gonna be okay” 

She sounds unsure of it herself and her words do little to comfort. 

He lost. He’s lost. 

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Regressuary Day 25: Computer

Pillow was not usually awake at the same time as her roommate but she’d woken up early and Peanut seemed to be staying up late. Peanut was especially jittery tonight, they’d probably had an energy drink late into the evening again. They were doing something on their computer, sitting on their bed rocking back and forth, although whether they were stimming or regressed Pillow couldn’t tell. She didn’t have too much to do tonight, but she did have a couple assignments that needed to be done urgently. She sat on her bed working, not paying Peanut much attention until a couple hours later when she heard them whining. They were still in the same spot as before, sitting on their bed with a chewy necklace in their mouth and rocking back and forth. Pillow was not their caregiver, she’d made that boundary clear, but she also wasn’t going to just completely ignore the kiddo. Big or small Peanut was her friend. 

“You okay over there?” She asked. 

Peanut shook their head, hands flapping. Pillow shut her laptop, sliding off her bed. 

“What’s up kiddo?” She asks, heading over to see what was on their computer. Peanut must’ve had about 13 tabs open but the one onscreen was gameplay of some sort of horror game if the glitching characters on screen were anything to go by. 

“Bug, are you sure you should be watching scary games before bed?” Peanut whined again. 

“Can’t stop” They said around their necklace. Peanut had times where they’d get sucked into something, unable to focus on or do anything else for hours, and if Pillow had to guess this was one of those times. 

“I’m gonna turn this off for you bug okay? I think it’s time to get ready for bed.” Peanut continued rocking as Pillow closed the computer. 

“Can you go put your jammies on buggy?” 

Peanut slid off the bed and shuffled into the closet, shutting the door behind. Pillow could hear them changing inside as she put away their computer and straightened out their bed. About ten minutes later they reemerged in pajamas with their hair down. 

“Alright buggy I’ll tuck you in” 

Peanut shook their head. 

“Puter” they said with a point towards their computer. 

“No more puter for tonight bugaboo, it’s way past your bedtime” 

Peanut gave a tiny stomp. 

“Puter” 

“No puter, you have class tomorrow” 

Peanut whined and flopped halfway onto their bed, kneeling on the ground and burying their face in the soft purple blanket on top, grabbing fistfuls of it. Pillow sighed, gently running a hand through Peanut’s hair. She could hear them crying softly. For a minute she wondered if she should call Rosy, she was always better with the kid than she was. Then Peanut grabbed onto her pajama pants and mumbled something into the blanket. 

“What’s going on bugga? If you watch the scary game before bed you’re gonna have nightmares.” 

Peanut slowly turned their face up to look at her and nodded. 

“Scared” they quivered, rubbing their face against the blanket. 

Pillow remembered nights like this with her younger sister when she was much younger, Blanket too scared of the dark or the wind to go to bed. Pillow might not’ve fully understood regression, but she knew what a scared kid looked like. She held her arms out and Peanut curled into her, resting their head on her shoulder. 

“I know you’re scared buggy, but if you don’t sleep you won’t be able to do anything tomorrow. How about I tuck you into bed and I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep, okay?” 

Peanut sniffles but nods, wiping their eyes. They get up and climb into bed, Pillow tucking them in nicely and sitting beside them. She sits there next to them as they fall asleep, turning off the lamp beside them and heading back to her side of the room. 

“Good night Peanut” 

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