#Bounding Box Regression

[androcola]

I just know that Micky is making Mike do all the stupid quizzes he finds on the internet. He has to know what character from Star Trek he would be. (We all know which he is but Micky wants proof)

oh micky definitely makes mike interact with technology all the time when they're old, especially stupid online quizzes. or he sits and tells mike about twitter arguments but all that mike can think about is I wonder what I will have for dinner tonite 🤤

mike always gives stupid and wrong answers when micky makes him do the online quizzes and mickys like "come on miiike be serious 😒😒" but mike does Nawt care

[quinnysnursery]

Awesome! Well I'm just gonna put it now cuz I CAN'T HOLD IT IN ANYMORE BSJSJDN

You wake up little but your caregiver (whoever you like I'm thinking Matt or Chris in this scenario tho) wakes up really sick. Like REALLY sick. In fact, you have to come out of little space and be big again to help them out. It takes a day or two but they feel much better soon with your help! But you can't help be agitated and emotional because you're constantly on the verge of going into headspace and you just need to be little! Your schedule was all messed up and the big you needs a break! Eventually the dam breaks and you burst into tears and the caregiver just hugs you close, shushing you and pressing kisses to your hair

"It's okay, baby, you can be little now.. thank you for helping dada when he was icky, I feel so much better now! It's okay, you can be my little baby, sweet one."

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 🥹

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[🥤] in sickness & in health | chris sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!chris sturniolo x gn!little!reader

summary : tbh just read the request cus i can't think of how to put it in other words

warning/extra tid-bits : surpressing regression, crying, i used y/n, i think thats all!!

word count : 1,153

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (stars from @saradika-graphics)

a/n : been in my inbox since june 4th i gotta post this for ari😭 (not proof read, i'm just a girl!)

It’s obvious to you as soon as you wake up that you’d be regressing today- a comfortable cloudy haze looming over your head was practically begging you to forget the stressors of adult life and slip into littlespace.

So, that’s exactly what you did! As you got ready for the day, you made sure to strategically pick out clothes that you knew little you would deem sensory friendly. After getting ready for the day, you bounded downstairs- in search of your loving caregiver, Chris.

That’s when your plans for the day were foiled. Just as you made it to the first floor of the house, your eyes instantly recognized the bundle of blankets on the couch to be your caregiver…that wasn’t like him. Sure, Chris wasn’t a morning person by any means but he always made sure to wake before you. 

“Chw’is?” You called out, it was evident in your voice that your headspace wasn’t far away. Chris peaked up from out of the blankets, nose raw and red from the amount of times he’d had to blow it. “G’morning…” Chris croaked, his throat aching with every syllable spoken. 

You stared at Chris blankly, he looked sick. Like- sad Victorian child sick. You blinked in surprise as Chris began a coughing fit, each cough sounding more painful than the last.

That almost instantly ripped the comfortable cloudy haze away from you, all the stressors of adult life coming back to you in an instant.

“Do you feel okay?” You asked, realizing that Chris needed you more than you needed regression right now. Chris gave you a look that asked “What do you think?”

“I’ll get started on some soup, you just sit there.” You comforted, moving to the kitchen and instantly searching the pantry for the canned soup that the triplets kept for cases just like this. You were a bit disappointed about the fact you wouldn’t be able to regress today, but hearing Chris begin another coughing fit from the living room was enough to keep you busy. 

You could wait to regress…hopefully.

The day continued on as expected, Chris had more coughing fits and went through five boxes of tissues whilst you sat right by his side promising him that it wasn’t a bother to take care of him- which was true! You honestly didn’t mind heating him up soup, finding new boxes of tissues or couch-rotting with your best friend.

Sure, you’d slipped up a couple times by letting your mind wander to what you two could’ve been doing had your plans for regressing not been foiled but it was fine. You were fine.

“M’ gonna head to bed.” Chris grumbled, exhausted despite the fact he spent the day taking couch naps. You look up from your phone, nodding quickly- a twinge of sadness in your heart. One of your favorite parts of regression was your bedtime routine with Chris.

“G’night.” He mumbled out before stumbling upstairs- blanket around his shoulders. When Chris was finally upstairs, you stretched out on the couch- flicking on the television. You flipped through a few streaming services before winding up on Disney+, your eyes immediately trailing to the latest episode of your favorite show.

You hovered over it with the remote, a white highlight glowing around the show’s icon. 

No. You couldn’t. You knew the second you heard the theme song- your headspace that had been taunting you all day would instantly come crashing down. You clicked off the TV, flipping over on the couch and deciding to sleep there for the night instead- afraid that you’d regress if you got to cuddle next to your caregiver.

Three days had passed before Chris was able to swallow without any pain and breath freely. He was still exhausted, but he was getting better. In those two days, you’d done everything in your power to not regress. 

You’d been sleeping on the couch or in Matt and Nick’s room so as to not regress during nighttime. You’d been actively avoiding any media you knew your regressed self would like- cartoons, toys, arts and crafts…anything.

Honestly, it was hell. After the second day, you felt your brain practically begging you to regress and get away from the stressors of your everyday life. It was as if your muscles were aching to be held by your caregiver.

“Y/n?” Chris called, he finally sounded like himself again and not a mucus ridden monster. You looked up from your phone, smiling at the brunette boy. “Yeah?” You asked, trying to play it cool. 

“You okay? You’ve been staring at that same instagram post for the past twenty minutes.” He laughed, motioning to your phone with his hand. You hadn’t even realized- you’d been too caught up in your own thoughts.

“Oh, sorry.” You apologized, swiping out of the app. Chris’ brows furrowed at this, he crouched down next to the couch to meet your eyes- you hated how your brain instantly felt the urge to regress. “Hey…what’s going on? You feel okay?” The boy asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You pull away, wrinkling up your nose and accidentally allowing a soft whine to escape from the back of your throat.

Only then did it hit Chris- you hadn’t regressed in nearly three days.

“Oh baby…c’mere.” Chris stood up, attempting to pull you into his chest. You instantly pushed him away, shaking your head “N-no! ‘our not all ‘e way better yet! Got’sa take care of ‘ou!” You cried out, frustrated tears brimming your eyes- you wanted to curl up in Chris’ lap but he needed you more right now.

Chris felt his heart break, instantly taking a seat next to you on the couch. “Baby…I feel better now, okay?” He comforted, causing you to let out a sniffle as you wiped your eyes with your sweater sleeve. “C’mere sweetheart…” He cooed, opening up his arms.

You pondered it for a moment, Chris said he was feeling better…and you really wanted his cuddles right now. You pulled the throw blanket off of yourself, instantly curling up into your caregivers lap and letting him wrap his arms around you.

“I missed my little baby so much,” He hummed, instantly feeling better with his little one in his arms. “Thank you for takin’ care of me sweetheart, you did such’a good job.” Chris smiled, resulting in you giving him a small smile as you snuggled further into his chest.Sure, pushing off your regression sucked and later you and Chris would have a discussion on ways you could both make sure you were being taken care of but right now the two of you curled up on the couch, throw blanket draped lazily over you as the latest episodes of your favorite cartoon began playing.

Both secure with the fact that you’d always look out for each other, in sickness and in health.

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(and ofc thank you so much to the lovely @starri-nightss for requesting this)

[soullessmateo]

★ 「Welcome to my introduction post!」 ★

Hi, there!!! ♥︎

My name is Mateo, but you can call me Soulless too if you‘d like! I go by he/him pronouns and I am part of the LGBTQIA+ and (SFW ONLY, NO K1NKS) Age Regression Community!

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My fandom ABC:

A

-> Arcane

-> Assassination Classroom

B

→ Beetlejuice The Musical

→ Bluey

C

-> Class of ‘09

-> Creepypasta

D

-> Deltarune

-> Detroit: Become Human

-> Doki Doki Literature Club

-> Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

E

-> ENA

-> EverymanHYBRID

F

-> Five Nights at Freddy’s

G

×

H

-> Hazbin Hotel

-> Heathers: The Musical

-> Hello Kitty

-> Helluva Boss

-> Howl’s Moving Castle

I

×

J

×

K

×

L

-> Lil’ Guardsman

-> Luca

M

-> Marble Hornets

-> Mean Girls (Broadway Musical)

-> My Little Pony

N

-> Needy Streamer Overload

O

-> Omori

P

×

Q

×

R

-> Ride The Cyclone

S

-> Sally Face

-> SIX The Musical

-> Slay the Princess

-> SMG4

-> Stardew Valley

T

-> The Amazing Digital Circus

-> The Kid at the Back

-> The Legend of Zelda

-> Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

U

-> Undertale

V

×

W

×

X

×

Y

×

Z

×

There‘s probably more that I can’t remember!

If you want to know if I‘m in a certain fandom thst I didn’t list, feel free to ask!

Also I wanted to add that I do NOT care about the creators or artists of anything I just mentioned, which means I do not support any of the creators/artists, problematic or not.

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BY THE WAY I HAVE TWO CATS

The first one is my boy Blacky and the second one is my girl Mimi!

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Here are some brave Anons that popped up in my ask box:

• 🪲 (RIP MAIN ACC)

• 🎀 (RIP ACC)

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About headcanons and oneshots:

I don’t really write stuff like headcanons or oneshots because I’m unbelievably bad at it ( ;-;)

But if you ever have some headcanons or oneshots you’d like to share, don’t be shy!

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Conclusion:

This took me WAY too long to write!

I hope this whole intro post thing isn’t that messy!

As I said though, if you want to ask me anything, tell me something cool or just genuinely have a chill conversation with me, be my guest!

Obviously as long as you’re nice and respectful to others! I do NOT tolerate any sort of discrimination against anyone! >:(

Have a nice day/evening/night!!! :D ♥︎

[theconstellationprincess]

You guys seemed to like the other one, so here's some more little Annatar with cg Celebrimbor. This one is very fluffy!

(reposted because the other one was accidentally marked as mature. whoops!)

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Annatar tensed as he heard footsteps approaching his position at the desk in the forge. He knew those footsteps, knew who they belonged too, and it was exactly the person he was trying to avoid. The avoidance tactic was tried and true, but alas, this time it has failed.

“Annatar,” Celebrimbor’s voice was deceptively soft, the tone of a man about to deliver bad news. The charcoal in Annatar’s hands snapped, sending dust and fragments all over his sketch. He stared down at it, hoping that Celebrimbor would take it as a sign that today is not a good day to be approaching Annatar and leave him alone. “We must talk about last week.”

Why does nothing ever go his way? “No we don’t.” Annatar replied stiffly, grabbing a cloth across the desk to wipe his hands clean. “I certainly have nothing to say about it, it was a moment of weakness that I’m not keen on repeating.” That was very true, for Annatar had forced himself to not regress since Celebrimbor had stumbled upon him. It was awful, and after the third day, he had fallen into a weird headspace that was between normal and regressed, and had stayed there. Perhaps that is why he thought he would be able to avoid Celebrimbor in his own forge. Foolish, in hindsight.

“Do not speak that way,” Celebrimbor admonishes, and Annatar risks a glance at him, cringing at the open concern on his face. Annatar bit his lip, because he had quite a lot of fun when he was regressed with Celebrimbor playing with him, and why would he be avoiding fun? “Please, Annatar? Just talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk,” Annatar pronounces each word carefully, not wanting to slip up and reveal to Celebrimbor that perhaps he is feeling small, because than Celebrimbor would know and that is a terrifying thought- though Annatar is not sure why. The idea that Celebrimbor is not supposed to know comes from the part of his brain that shouts at him all the time and isn't very nice, so maybe Anantar can ignore it.

"That's a shame," Celebrimbor says casually, humming as he picks up Annatar's sketch and dusts it off, setting it to the side of the desk with some other sheets. "Because I just received a lovely batch of new jewels that I'm not sure what to do with, and I would have loved some help coming up with ideas." Annatar squints at him, suspicious of the way Celebrimbor's smile has turned fond and indulgent, but this fight was over before it began.

"... Can I help you?" Annatar asks quietly, biting his lip so that he doesn't smile too wide. He knows he has lost, but it does not matter, because he gets to work with Celebrimbor! This is a very exciting day indeed, and he can hardly keep from wriggling in his seat when Celebrimbor takes a moment to think, and then nods.

"I suppose you can," Celebrimbor tells him with a serious voice, "Shall we go take a look?" Annatar nods eagerly, taking the offered hand and letting Celebrimbor pull him out of his chair. He skips a bit as they walk, coming up with a few ideas as to what to do with the gems as Celebrimbor leads him out of the forge. Annatar does not bother to pay attention to where they are walking, Celebrimbor is holding his hand and leading him so it does not matter. Celebrimbor is safe, and won't take Annatar somewhere he could get hurt. He does not even mind when they go outside, even though it is rather busy and Annatar dislikes the amount of people around him, because Celebrimbor strikes up a conversation about an alloy he has been working with, and Annatar gets distracted by that.

They eventually arrive in Celebrimbor's office, and there is a small box on his desk. Annatar bounds over, dragging Celebrimbor along as he has not yet separated their hands, and opens it delicately, gasping softly at the collection inside. It is organized into compartments, with a variety of sizes, and Annatar picks one of the smaller gems up, holding it up to the light from the window and giggling softly at the rainbow of colours it reflects onto the wall. Celebrimbor laughs too, and Annatar is abruptly reminded that he is in the presence of another, sheepishly setting the gem back in it's place and stepping back.

"Any ideas?" Celebrimbor asks, grabbing the box and setting it onto the table by the window, before sitting in one of the chairs. Annatar sits opposite to him, finally retracting his hand, though he misses the grounding contact immediately. Annatar nods, smiling brightly as he launches into an explanation of a variety of small projects that could incorporate each of the different sizes of gems. Celebrimbor listens, nodding along and asking a few clarifying questions, and Annatar is practically bursting with excitement as he sits and talks. At some point he starts gesturing with his hands, and the motions grow more dramatic and less coordinated as he goes on, as do his words. Celebrimbor does not comment on the fact that Annatar has fallen deeper into his regression, simply continues to listen to the explanation of his ideas, those he slowly shifts his questions into less complex matters.

Eventually, Annatar begins winding down, running out of steam for his explanation and growing tired. Celebrimbor chuckles when Annatar yawns, well acquainted with how elflings go on long excited tangents and then crash after. There have been many times when he had gone out to the markets and been interrupted by different young elves who were all eager to show off their crafts, and how wonderful they were at it, and Annatar is not all that different, even when he is not regressed. Eager to share his ideas and achievements, and relishing in any and all praise given. In the week since Annatar had missed their meeting in the forge and Celebrimbor had come looking for him, only to find a very upset and small Annatar in his place, Celebrimbor had been paying very close attention to the newest addition of his smithing team.

He had been observing Annatar before that, as he didn't quite trust him yet, but finding out that Annatar was a little kicked Celebrimbor's desire to analyze him into overdrive. It didn't help that Annatar seemed dead set on avoiding him, but Celebrimbor made it work, and he noticed... a lot, that he had not noticed before. The way Annatar was too harsh with himself was one of them, which is why Celebrimbor decided to approach him with the proposal to work together with these jewels. He is going to convince Annatar that it is okay to make mistakes, and try to fix the negative self-talk that Annatar seems to have going on.

For now however, he is going to take Annatar to his bedroom and let him rest, and then when Annatar is feeling a little less small, they can head into the forge and make a few of those ideas that Annatar had bouncing around in his head.

[invivoinsomnium]

How I would impregnate you is a simple process.

First I would stalk you learning your daily routine and habits before I follow you home and began to pin you down to drug you . You try to fight me but I over power you .

As you come to you bound down to a metal table you legs spread open and as you try to get free you find your naked and a tracker on your neck and a widow of glass that allowed outsider look in .

A team of doctors walked in with me as I saw "project new life will bring this zoo lot of money but first we need to make her body to be able to carry the life ". The head doctor said, "we already began to alter her DNA and homormoes to be able to carry the fetus, but to be successful, it would be patient as it will take time ".

I noticed you watching us and smiled at you and said, "Good morning princess,I sure you have a lot of questions, but for now, be a good girl and try to relax."

As a week passed, the doctor began to open your legs as they can go before open your womb up as far as it can before Implant an egg back in you but this egg was as large as duck or chicken egg . They then fill your womb up with some goo like drugs to allow the egg to develop. As you cry out in pain, you see the crowd watch you before the doctors wheel you to a new room that also allows people to watch you .

As time passes, your belly grows, and your body not only changes physical but something mentally changes, and you feel almost animal like, and you want to attack anyone from the thought of someone hurting you .

When it time to deliver the baby the feeling to nest and protect the baby thought were make you more aggressive from going crazy . As the team put you under to return to the exam table where your labor progress before you push out a half human half bird baby. The way it look like an angel with it all white wings .

I really like this concept, the only part of it, I don't particular like is the mental changes. I want to be aware of everything that is happening, not regressing into an animal like state, I think that just adds to the horror. I love the idea of having my body/womb altered in a way that I am able to carry non human pregnancies to term. The addition of being kept in a room and obsevered *chef's kiss* love it.

I'm not a fan of egg births so that fact this is live makes it even better.

I can just imagine being watched by all these doctors, legs spread wide as I struggle to push, screaming in pain at the stretch which hearing some one ordering me to push.

So many boxes ticked in this one.

[lostsoulaltair]

The Seraph Trait and How it Came to be

Hello everyone, it sure has been so long since I updated theories, analysis and the sort. A lot happened.

Anyways, as mentioned before, I'll discuss about the seraph trait and how the confirmation was given in the latest chapter.

P.S: Everything is held within a neutral view

Long ago, we used to question about this mysterious trait that appeared within children, their rate was so small but not impossible. Along this, the Mikaela trait was also prominent to appear as well.

But, how can I say the chapter 129 gave an answer?

Let's take it step by step.

First:

After Shikama did the taboos enlisted by the angel of punishment sent by God:

Indeed, those angels who followed Shikama, would be chained to hell, they would never reach the light they craved for. Earth was long punished after Shikama's sin.

Second:

Once Shikama rotted forever, he eventually embraced the darkness, he had to wait for eternity to finally think with a cold mind to set a new plan into motion.

Such plan was creating humans; humans born from mud just like the different myths that exist in different cultures:

Given that Shikama could no longer use "light", he was bound to channel "darkness". And the best creatures for that were humans; humans capable of creating "sin"

Third:

Once the dolls were created, these dolls did harbor a sense of curiosity, but they lacked something fundamental, something that even the bible does imply and that is the sense of self awareness.

-Before

-After:

Once the souls of the angels in hell were channeled, they were set into the dolls of mud created by Shikama and Yu:

These fallen angels that rotted in hell, they didn't display awareness of who they were given that they rotted for a millenia, they had a new chance but now, the main question starts.

How did the seraph trait and the Mikaela trait began?

This very trait began the very moment the dolls and the souls of the angels were merged together.

What do I mean?

The angels that once walked Earth with Sika Madu, began walking as mortals, but even so, even if they carried or inherited their souls, only few would carry the same traits as who they were in their former selves.

Sika Madu made sure these humans or dolls he created imbued with the souls of the fallen angels would breed, giving as a result the history of humankind within the ONS story.

Furthermore, just like the souls of the fallen angels allowed humans to gain the sense of self awareness, it also allowed one human to interact with the angel Mikaela's corpse, a bridge, a channel of communication was created on which the angel Mikaela was allowed to move his soul in one of those dolls, that of course, being Yuu.

A soul is not merely an aspect of energy but rather, it register traits of one's self, something that gives characteristic or definition to give us shape of who we are; in that regard, it is way visible as to why the angel Mikaela and Yuu's personality were so akin.

And as I stated before, given that souls carry on information, this whole memory set we got in the chapters, is a process called "regression".

A "regression" is not just like remembering the past through normal ways; it is going way beyond, whenever it allows people in real life to remember their former selves or not, is is unknown but there exists a book about a man that was able to do such feat.

The reason why Yuu had no memories of his past is due to something that I might bring as repetitive but:

"A soul can find a matching vessel, but a vessel can't gather pieces of a mind"

It means that a vessel would need to endure a lot to remember each exact detail of their former past selves. But given that in Owari, Mikaela Shindo/Hyakuya had to use a lot of power to open all the doors that led to Yuu's distant past, this feat of regression allowed Yuu to finally discover who he was.

It could be said that Mika was the key needed to unlock the door to the mystery, to Pandora's box.

As a side note, the current vampires along the black demons are shadows of those who walked with Sika Madu long ago.

Still,

[agerefandom]

(For the "ABC game")

Hm... How about... Stanley Pines from Gravity Falls? I know most people would usually see Dipper and Mabel as Regressors (and it's really cute, no arguing there), but Stan is my favorite character and older regressors need representation too!

Yesss!!! Anon I couldn't agree more, Stan is such an age regressor and older regressors are incredibly valid and deserve more rep!! I did write a headcanon set specially for Stanley last year, but I'm excited to write more about him.

Thank you for the follow-up message with letter prompts! When people don't specify letters, I'm just doing an acrostic of the name (Stan would be S, T, A, and N) but I'm glad that you told me what you were most interested in hearing about ^-^

(abc headcanon game)

Baby- Do they have any nicknames that people give them while regressed?

Stan likes the classic boyhood names: sport, buddy, big guy/little guy (both are nice)

Caregiver- Do they have a caregiver? Do they want one?

Stan has never had a caregiver before, and he's never really wanted one: if he's being honest with himself, he feels like he's already disappointed enough family members, why add more? But I think that after reuniting with his brother and they do some travelling together, he might come to trust Ford with that side of himself.

Difference- What changes about them from being their usual self to regressed self?

Stan is usually pretty hard to impress, but as a regressor he's enthusiastic about toys, swimming, rubber ducks, and theme songs. He's also less bound to his adult routines, where he tends to get up at the same time, eat the same food, and visit the same places.

Gear- Do they have any regression gear?

Stan splurged on a stuffed bear with a big sweater that he really loves. He takes stim toys from the lost and found or from the shop itself (he really likes the cryptid snowglobes). He has a VHS box set of the Land Before Time. Nothing from his actual childhood: he didn't take anything nostalgic when he left.

Involuntary- Is their age regression through choice?

Not usually. He can sometimes choose whether to force himself out of it, when he wakes up feeling regressed, but sometimes it's too much work to get out of it.

Object- Do they have a comfort item while regressed?

His bear! With the sweater. They have matching sweaters. It's adorable.

Relationship- Do their partners or friends know about their regression? Are they supportive?

Ford had the slightest idea about it when he and Stan were teens, but he mostly brushed it off thinking that it was Stan being goofy. I don't think he's really opened up to anyone about it since then.

Yuck- Is there any part of their regression that they don't like or feel embarrassed about?

Stan used to really hate crying when he regressed, but as he's gotten older he's come around to the whole business. He does sometimes hurt his knees while playing with trucks though!

[impostorsshow]

Hello hello, am intrigued by your time travel MCC daydream thing and would love to read more rambles about it.

Who all are the adults in charge there? I think you mentioned Scott and Joel and Lizzie? Anyone else in mind?

And does time traveled Grian get to experience a respawn himself during this? Totally agree he'd be a top tier survivalist buuuuut...

HEHE best thing ever to wake up to in the wee hours of....12:33 pm I'm such an early bird I know

Kay I typed out a really long nonsensical ramble so this time I'm just going to go down the list of S3 players and anyone I don't specifically mention in these two lists is someone I've either never heard of before or can't decide

Adults: Aimsey, BadBoyHalo, CaptainPuffy, cubfan135, Eret, GoodTimesWithScar, Impulse, LDShadowLady, Mythical Sausage, Philza, Ranboo, Smajor1995, Smallishbeans

Children: 5up, CaptainSparkles, ConnerEatsPants, Falsesymmetry, Geminitay, Grian [duh], Fwhip, InTheLittleWood [that's Martyn right?], PearlescentMoon, Shubble, SolidarityGaming, TommyInnit

I specifically think that while Ranboo would be good daydream fuel, I am unfortunately bound by the logic of "nahh he really wouldn't opt in would he" and that Grian on the flip side did it because all of his friends kept gushing about how cute he would be and Grian was 80% sure he would win dispite coming from a permadeath world.

And yes, grian dies while practicing parkour, and and gets disqualified from participating like 2 weeks before the event, which is pretty damn long because I've set the beginning of the daydream as 4 months. At that point he had gotten accustomed to other people dying, but slipping up and falling for the first time into the void, being so sure he was going to die and then suddenly waking up in a bed but still feeling vertigo from falling was entirely different, and Etho [who at this point in time had been set as a teammate for Grian] had to calm him down, and later told Scott that Grian couldn't play in the event.

The rest of Grians time is spent relaxing since he didn't have to worry about dying [he does die at least 3 more times, but most people are being careful around him and hes both grateful for it and despises it], and doing way too much exposition because YHS Grian has an idea that his childhood is definitely not a normal or relatively good one, but hasn't had enough experiences outside of Tokyo since enrolling in Acedemi high to really draw the line on what's like actually kind of horrifying. Specifically he's hesitant to share that he killed people because Grian doesn't want to get outcasted or be seen as a murderer [who would], but everyone around him can't even imagine having to live with the guilt that you permakilled another player, since murder is a relatively light topic and punished with a slap on the wrist for most worlds

Oh I'd also like to add a few logistics and world building things, the biggest one is that anyone who opted into this event [MCC Time Warp maybe? I'm bad at names] was able to choose at what time their past versions would be, and most chose around 14 - 18, though a few chose to be 19 or even 20, and obviously people like Tommy went way under the average because he thought it would be fun and more chaotic, but Scott refused to let anyone chose under 10 years old. When the event is over, not much memory carried over, being incredibly foggy and getting embarrassed by their friends telling them what happened while they were regressed. I'm thinking the actual way they get them travelificated is either some redstone magic and basic time travel box y'know, something that will read a players code to see what year they can grab from based on how old the player is, or something like a more stable recreation of the rift since this daydream is very Grian centric, and the rift will just intrinsically know when to pull a player from when they step through.

Teams for this event are decided about a month before the event, Scott figuring that after 3 months they would have surely figured out exactly who wasn't mentally or physically able to compete [he was wrong] and by the actual event, 8 players have been disqualified. 30 players were time traveled because they expected people to need backup players, and each team is composed of 2 adults and 2 children/teens, with the teams mainly being balanced for safety rather than skill level and the younger kids getting placed with the most responsible adults or a much older teen teammate.

I had more to say but I keep forgetting and now it's 2 pm so I'm just going to hit post

[likhithageddam]

YOLO V/s Embeddings: A comparison between two object detection models

YOLO-Based Detection Model Type: Object detection Method: YOLO is a single-stage object detection model that divides the image into a grid and predicts bounding boxes, class labels, and confidence scores in a single pass. Output: Bounding boxes with class labels and confidence scores. Use Case: Ideal for real-time applications like autonomous vehicles, surveillance, and robotics. Example Models: YOLOv3, YOLOv4, YOLOv5, YOLOv8 Architecture

YOLO processes an image in a single forward pass of a CNN. The image is divided into a grid of cells (e.g., 13×13 for YOLOv3 at 416×416 resolution). Each cell predicts bounding boxes, class labels, and confidence scores. Uses anchor boxes to handle different object sizes. Outputs a tensor of shape [S, S, B*(5+C)] where: S = grid size (e.g., 13×13) B = number of anchor boxes per grid cell C = number of object classes 5 = (x, y, w, h, confidence) Training Process

Loss Function: Combination of localization loss (bounding box regression), confidence loss, and classification loss.

Labels: Requires annotated datasets with labeled bounding boxes (e.g., COCO, Pascal VOC).

Optimization: Typically uses SGD or Adam with a backbone CNN like CSPDarknet (in YOLOv4/v5). Inference Process

Input image is resized (e.g., 416×416). A single forward pass through the model. Non-Maximum Suppression (NMS) filters overlapping bounding boxes. Outputs detected objects with bounding boxes. Strengths

Fast inference due to a single forward pass. Works well for real-time applications (e.g., autonomous driving, security cameras). Good performance on standard object detection datasets. Weaknesses

Struggles with overlapping objects (compared to two-stage models like Faster R-CNN). Fixed number of anchor boxes may not generalize well to all object sizes. Needs retraining for new classes. Embeddings-Based Detection Model Type: Feature-based detection Method: Instead of directly predicting bounding boxes, embeddings-based models generate a high-dimensional representation (embedding vector) for objects or regions in an image. These embeddings are then compared against stored embeddings to identify objects. Output: A similarity score (e.g., cosine similarity) that determines if an object matches a known category. Use Case: Often used for tasks like face recognition (e.g., FaceNet, ArcFace), anomaly detection, object re-identification, and retrieval-based detection where object categories might not be predefined. Example Models: FaceNet, DeepSORT (for object tracking), CLIP (image-text matching) Architecture

Uses a deep feature extraction model (e.g., ResNet, EfficientNet, Vision Transformers). Instead of directly predicting bounding boxes, it generates a high-dimensional feature vector (embedding) for each object or image. The embeddings are stored in a vector database or compared using similarity metrics. Training Process Uses contrastive learning or metric learning. Common loss functions:

Triplet Loss: Forces similar objects to be closer and different objects to be farther in embedding space.

Cosine Similarity Loss: Maximizes similarity between identical objects.

Center Loss: Ensures class centers are well-separated. Training datasets can be either:

Labeled (e.g., with identity labels for face recognition).

Self-supervised (e.g., CLIP uses image-text pairs). Inference Process

Extract embeddings from a new image using a CNN or transformer. Compare embeddings with stored vectors using cosine similarity or Euclidean distance. If similarity is above a threshold, the object is recognized. Strengths

Scalable: New objects can be added without retraining.

Better for recognition tasks: Works well for face recognition, product matching, anomaly detection.

Works without predefined classes (zero-shot learning). Weaknesses

Requires a reference database of embeddings. Not good for real-time object detection (doesn’t predict bounding boxes directly). Can struggle with hard negatives (objects that look similar but are different).

Weaknesses

Struggles with overlapping objects (compared to two-stage models like Faster R-CNN). Fixed number of anchor boxes may not generalize well to all object sizes. Needs retraining for new classes. Embeddings-Based Detection Model Type: Feature-based detection Method: Instead of directly predicting bounding boxes, embeddings-based models generate a high- dimensional representation (embedding vector) for objects or regions in an image. These embeddings are then compared against stored embeddings to identify objects. Output: A similarity score (e.g., cosine similarity) that determines if an object matches a known category. Use Case: Often used for tasks like face recognition (e.g., FaceNet, ArcFace), anomaly detection, object re-identification, and retrieval-based detection where object categories might not be predefined. Example Models: FaceNet, DeepSORT (for object tracking), CLIP (image-text matching) Architecture

Uses a deep feature extraction model (e.g., ResNet, EfficientNet, Vision Transformers). Instead of directly predicting bounding boxes, it generates a high-dimensional feature vector (embedding) for each object or image. The embeddings are stored in a vector database or compared using similarity metrics. Training Process Uses contrastive learning or metric learning. Common loss functions:

Triplet Loss: Forces similar objects to be closer and different objects to be farther in embedding space.

Cosine Similarity Loss: Maximizes similarity between identical objects.

Center Loss: Ensures class centers are well-separated. Training datasets can be either:

Labeled (e.g., with identity labels for face recognition).

Self-supervised (e.g., CLIP uses image-text pairs). Inference Process

Extract embeddings from a new image using a CNN or transformer. Compare embeddings with stored vectors using cosine similarity or Euclidean distance. If similarity is above a threshold, the object is recognized. Strengths

Scalable: New objects can be added without retraining.

Better for recognition tasks: Works well for face recognition, product matching, anomaly detection.

Works without predefined classes (zero-shot learning). Weaknesses

Requires a reference database of embeddings. Not good for real-time object detection (doesn’t predict bounding boxes directly). Can struggle with hard negatives (objects that look similar but are different).

[niwatorinikki]

Dear Lisa,

Good morning from the 12:23 Sakura 552 Shinkansen bound for Osaka. I left Fukuoka this morning after five days in a wonderful city. I believe we have spoken before about my love for Osaka and the general Kansai region, but I must now add Fukuoka to this short list of places where I might feel comfortable to call home in another life. For the first time since I went to Osaka in 2019, I got what I can only refer to as "The Big City Feeling". That sense of perpetual movement and discovery more frequently experienced as a child in anywhere as unknown as the next town's shopping centre to a family holiday. "The Big City Feeling" hasn't happened for me as much as I get older. Maybe I'm harder to impress, or maybe things are just too homogenised to the extent where the newness of a foreign land doesn't feel all that different to back home. Blame the internet I guess. If in doubt, blame the internet. 

I too had a strong urge to write to you with physical pen and paper, something to mark the occasion in a meaningful way, as though the tactility makes it more real, more significant, more worthy of the words which are carried. I even went so far as to search for notebooks and pens in several bookstores, but ultimately went another direction. I have stuck with my usual Gmail draft, white box in the bottom right corner of a dark mode theme, HP laptop with a satisfyingly clicky keyboard, bottle of 7/11 Strong Sparkling Water in the cupholder next to me.

Unlike your idea of writing on paper and then typing it up once you are happy with it, what I usually do is the opposite. On the occasions where I have written letters in recent years (to loved ones, friends, etc), they have been pre-written in Gmail. My Japanese teacher believes I have ADHD and I've gotten it from a number of people before, but a big tell-tale sign that makes me think it may actually be true is that when I'm writing there are a lot of scribbled out parts. My brain goes faster than my hand can write and so I often have moved on to the next thought before the words reach the page, resulting in the beginning of one idea and the end of another. Handwritten letters from me are often the result of two digital drafts and three or four attempts at the written portion. 

And I say all this to explain that, like you mentioned, I am attempting to keep these exchanges as immediate and reactionary as possible. I do want mine to read as messages rather than carefully crafted prose. For me, that means Gmail drafts, like everything else in my life. It says this is my 90th saved draft. I regularly prune this list of stray or no-longer-necessary entries, so to say it is still the 90th entry shows just how many things are tracked through this singular system. The one right before this says "Battery, Charger, Washed Clothes, Pocket Wifi, Chicken" -- a list of items I needed to remember to put in my bag before I checked out of the Airbnb. 

I was genuinely very moved when you reached out to me about this project. I also enjoyed our messages back and forth and so this idea of having a regular platform where we could give that room to breathe was exciting to me.For it to come at a time where I am in Japan, with a phone call on my first day in Kagoshima, and my first entry from the last day in Fukuoka seems very classically romantic. Writing letters on the train as I travel is very much an image of myself I would like to portray as a regular thing, but it is anything but that. 

You also speak of our struggles with file management when it comes to digital archives and the infinite storage required these days just to stay on top of things. My system is good, but not perfect. I know where everything is, and I do make sure to make multiple versions of each item in there so that if I need to regress at any point, or show a development path for an idea, it's possible. But it's not easy. I do feel that sometimes, even as a photographer, my role is more of an archivist of my own work rather than the artist himself. There are so many tertiary activities associated with any kind of practice these days that it can be hard to find time to actually focus on the core idea at hand. I need to focus more on the actual ideas and less on the tasks which fall in their orbit. I know I need to do this. Returning from this trip with already more than 7,000 photos and with several days still left to go, I know I need to pay particular attention to this. I know that I have a proclivity to turn any time away from work into a creative project, and to turn that creative project back into work. Tasks, tasks, tasks. My stupid worm brain needs to eat tasks in order to feel like it's making the most of the brief time we have on the planet. 

But the volume of the images from this trip, it's inaccessibly large. Okay, yes, sure, they are instantly viewable, but when the world around you is being consumed by the camera at such a high rate, it feels as though, yes, the waiter is bringing the food to your table for you to eat, but he keeps bringing another plate, and another one, and it's stacking up so high. I asked him why he keeps bringing me another plate, and he just keeps saying because I ordered it. So I asked him "How many plates can you fit on a one-terrabyte hard-drive?" That one stumped him. 

I do feel that you etymologically nailed that idea behind why our digital world is rooted in a word closely related to fingers despite this lack of physicality with which we interact within it. It has to be, right? I could look it up but there is no fun in that. Spiritually, I am saying you are correct and that this is the definition with which I will operate from now on. 

I am also endlessly amused that you actually owned an APS camera. I have never known anyone to own one within the lifetime of the actual product cycle. What a fascinating misstep in technology that camera was. At a time when the digital camera was already on the horizon, those at big camera companies decided that a smaller piece of film, with less resolution and a more complicated mechanism was the way forward. 

When you talk about people of different generations interacting with a camera in their own unique ways, it makes me wonder what other things will change how they are used. I think the biggest one that I have noticed for myself is that I no longer interact with recorded music (purposely keeping live music out of this) in an active way. It is now only passive. It is for when I'm reading, for when I'm writing, for when I'm walking to work. I don't really sit and listen to an album and look at lyrics anymore. Listening to albums straight through seems like something that most people don't enjoy either. For me, it is a soundtrack for my other activities. How do you currently listen to music? I am asking this as a much larger precursor to the eventual topics we will talk about regarding "How do you consume images?" 

I don't believe future entries of mine will be so concerned with the modes of travel, the methods of which we are communicating with one another, and so we can direct our conversation in the way of ideas, but I think it's nice at the beginning of anything to discuss the structure, to talk about the outline which we can see. I have also done my best to write this all in one go, without retracing my steps backward and editing. This is exciting. I'm really happy we're doing this. 

2024/11/20 - I don't know how many school-children live in Fukuoka, but I am sure that the entire swarming population have followed me around Hakata-eki on both my inbound and outbound travels. Hundreds, thousands maybe. 

[phenomanemone]

oo8

cw: this session is about an active panic attack pertaining to being in an area linked to recent abuse.

“Hold my hands,” Chai urges. “No, don't try to focus on establishing a setting. That's not what this is about.”

Rather than obeying, Sage balls their hands into fists against their thighs, staring out at the visible heat emanating from the blacktop.

“What are you feeling?” 

Hesitating, Sage looks into their lap instead.

“Fear,” she whispers. “I feel fear.”

Rather than offering a comforting platitude, Chai nods. “Good. What does fear feel like?”

“It feels like… my airways are constricted. I can't breathe properly.”

“What else?” Chai presses.

Her fists tremble.

“I can't stop shaking. I have a lot of energy, but if I stand up, I'm going to fall. I'm going to die. I'm going to cry, and then I'm going to die.”

Chai had been counting the sensations listed on his fingers, but he looks at her, sharp.

“You're not going to die.” he says, firm. “You're going to live. Why do you feel fear?”

“Because of where I am. I'm going to see them, and they will say things to me.” Sage hisses, attempting to disguise the waver in her voice.

Chai finally reaches out. He grasps both of her hands in his, forcing her to look at him.

“Can you say their names?” he asks, patient and tender. “Humanise them. They're not monsters. Who are you afraid of seeing?”

“▇▇! This is when she catches the bus home. I need to catch a bus home. They're different busses at different stops, but what if?” 

Oddly, Chai smiles.

“You're not afraid of ▇▇. You never were. You just wanted her to like you. Who are you afraid of?”

Sage stares at him, tears swimming in an aquamarine storm. Silently, she begged Chai to drop it, but he squeezed her hands, grounding her.

“I'm afraid of ▇▇▇.” she whispers.

Finally, Chai nods.

“I won't pry that box open right now; you're okay.” he assures. “You were triggered by the idea of waiting for the bus. Do you know why?”

Sage takes a breath. Her surroundings had since changed, warping around her. Now she was on a train bound for home.

“Conflicting realities?” she eventually guessed. “I don't live in Lyndoch. I don't need to catch that bus anymore. But… it's the only bus I ever caught in Gawler, so I instinctively regressed.”

Chai squeezes again, proud.

[resonancebooks]

The Psykrie Species

P H Y S I C A L F O R M

+ CROWN - A crown of psionically sensitive keratin-encased filament structures, weaving backward from the central eye. Paired with “horns” of elaborate shapes, oriented at protecting the vulnerable back and sides of the head. These filaments are not retractable, but can be deactivated at will. While active, they provide constant defense against psionics, even during sleep.

+ TORSO - Back - Upon nearing adulthood, psykrie spines erupt from the back like adult teeth (painful), creating a super-hard pseudo-exoskeleton - Tentacles - Extend from and retract into tiny holes in these ridges. The more ridges / tentacles, the better. These tentacles can vary in length from 6-15 feet, and while weak, are prehensile. Functions -

Sense of taste, “tasting” the wind and potential food sources for toxins or impurities

Directly correlated in telekinetic capacity (locomotive and manipulative). They would move, vibrate, or glow during usage.

Communication, visual and stridulatory.

+ LIMBS - The psykrie have over time evolved to lean into their psionics more than they used to, but they still have weak limbs from the time when they were more necessary. Now they are used primarily in emergencies, when resting psionically, or for cultural rituals. They are thin, skeletal, wispy, and weak. During puberty, the joints of the arms and hips become detachable, primarily during strong usage of psionics. Both joints are cut off into points with the prior point of connection being covered in psionic flow markings. The detached limb can be extended psionically to great lengths, connected to the upper limb with threads of psionic energy. ALTERNATE: The detached limbs are actually a technological advancement, they amputate their own limbs and use technology to enhance their telekinesis and keep the limbs bound via psionic energy. For the same functions above. - Vestigial Features - As psykrie evolved as amphibious creatures, they have some vestigial features from life underwater. Their hands are webbed and they have fish-like scales on their joints and around their back spines.

+ SKIN - Their skin is similar to that of a frog in composition, very soft and moist and designed to prevent water loss. It’s coloration is usually grey, white, or brown as a base with tints of pale / desaturated green, blue, red, purple, or yellow. The pale tints come from symbiotic

O R G A N S A N D F U N C T I O N S

+ STRIDULATORY ORGAN - Hauntingly beautiful noise-making organs or appendages creating a whale-like call - a complex interspersing of Psionics communication with stridulation calls. Filaments are attached to an external gland right behind the ears that excretes a substance that triggers a chemical reaction on the filaments. That combined with vibrating the filaments creates the call. Used in their language, and also involved in mating calls.

+ VOICE BOX - Their speech is made up of dolphin like clicks and whines. When combined with their stridulation and psionics, this makes up their language.

R E P R O D U C T I O N / L I F E C Y C L E

+ SEX / GENDER -

Male - he/him/his/himself

Female - she/her/hers/herself

Intersex- ve/ver/vis/verself

Sex - All psykrie are born intersex, but physically lean more towards males in appearance.

All psykrie have both a proto-penis and a womb, one of them developing and/or regressing during mating. Sex only exists during reproduction, and is chosen at will. Each poly-group chooses who is to produce the seed and who is to receive it.

Gender - Gender is determined by psionic categories rather than sexual alignment. “Gender” as a social role, prior to reproduction, is determined more by a class, caste, career, function, or even personally chosen aspects. Prior to reproduction, with everyone being sexless, our understanding of gender serves no purpose. Essentially, pronouns align with sex but “gender” (as in “man” or “woman”) is replaced with the individual’s social role, described later.

Mating - Intercourse involves insertion of the male’s tentacles on the back into the front torso slit of the female. These tentacles weave themselves through the psychic veins of the other, temporarily “melding minds” with the other in a moment of extreme vulnerability and intimacy. The tentacles are not genitals themselves, this is just a form of intimate embrace.

Gestation - After fertilization, the female carries several eggs for a time before transferring the eggs to another female. The eggs are passed around and each new carrier contributes eggs of their own. This communal pregnancy lasts roughly 6 months. Gestation CAN happen between just two individuals but carries more risks and is culturally inappropriate.

Birth - The final female to carry the eggs births them at around 6 months, and the eggs are kept in water for another 6 months until they hatch. At birth, psykrie are roughly half the size of a human infant.

+ DIET / NUTRITION - Omnivore (Meat, Blood, Fruit, Leaves, Nectar, Seeds, Pollen, Plant Fluid) || Tropovore (Atmospheric Gases)

The symbiote on their skin consumes atmospheric gas in substitute of sunlight, meaning the psykrie would be motivated to move toward these clouds to feed those symbiotes.

Their diet is a combination of:

Fluids from a certain plant as a secondary water source (think coconuts, the plant filters out toxins in water, making it easy and safe to drink, as well as contributing certain nutrients.

Rocks are dissolved in the liquid to add minerals

Invasive / parasitic plants and fungi / fungal spores that grow on and eat away at psionic presences.

Herbivorous - They forage for various types of plants that are essential to their diet.

Mucivore / Nectarivore - fluids from certain plants as a secondary water source (think coconuts, the plant filters out toxins in water, making it easy and safe to drink, as well as contributing certain nutrients. They could dissolve certain rocks in the liquid to add minerals).

Fructivore - the fruits of these same plants would also be thirst-quenching as well as nutritious.

Carnivorous - They do eat meat for the assumed purposes, but they usually hunt and seek out certain animals that have high concentrations of [name thing] in their blood, the chemical element/protein that fuels and enhances connection to the psionosphere.

Sanguinivore - They consume the blood of [name thing]-intense animals and plants for nutrition, energy, and in cultural rituals.

S E X U A L D I M O R P H I S M

Males / Intersex

More Tentacles - increased telekinetic abilities

Smaller Spinal Ridges - increased flexibility

Numerous / Subtler Markings - ornamentation and increased camouflage

Larger / Flexible Stridulation Organs - allows for more complex ranges of audio calling, useful during hunting and scouting, mating calls. More/longer strands/filaments, more sensitive.

Simpler Crowns - decreased psionic defense

Smaller / Slender - aids in dexterity and camouflage, prettier, average of 5’8”, elongated neck

Function - hunting, gathering, scouting, risk-taking, reproduction, child-rearing, and audio communication

More Eyes - Can have 6-10 eyes. Usually wider/longer to increase range of vision.

Slit Womb - Has a slit beginning at their neck and ending at their groin, which leads to the womb. In males, it is thinner and less pronounced.

Females

Less Tentacles - decreased telekinetic abilities

Larger Spinal Ridges - increased physical defense

Less / Obvious Markings - ornamentation and display of psionic capability, hostile threat deterrent

Smaller / Stiffer Stridulation Organs - more intimidating calls, useful during physical defense, higher focus on psionics. Single strand/filament, shorter, less sensitive.

Complex Crowns - increased psionic defense

Larger / Stocky - aids in physical defense, impressive, intimidating, average of 6’5”, shorter neck

Function - protection, construction, reproduction, child-rearing, leadership, intuition

Less Eyes - Can have 4-8 eyes. Usually smaller and more concentrated toward the front

Slit Womb - Has a slit beginning at their neck and ending at their groin, which leads to the womb. In females, it is wider and the flesh of it is swollen (in place of mammaries.).

Both

Shared Burden of Advertisement

Shared / Communal Child-Rearing

Chromatophore Camouflage

Variation Between Individuals: Eye Color; Crown Shape + Number of Crown Filaments; Skin Color; Spinal Ridge Shape; Size / Height / Bioluminescent Markings

Neither are especially violent. The females can be fiercely protective, and the males are responsible for hunting. Violence is not unheard of but is not as pronounced as Earth animals and humans.

D I S P O S I T I O N

+ PSYCHOLOGY: WIP

+ SOCIOLOGY: WIP

+ SUBCULTURES: WIP

+ SOCIAL ROLES:

Eter’Rey || DISCIPLE “Dawn Seeker” Eter - Seeker / Search / Searcher Rey - Child / Youth / Beginning / Origin / Dawn

Students and apprentices, anyone in training for a primary role.

Psy’Hi || SCHOLAR “Knowledge Giver” Psy/Psi - Knowledge Hi - Gift / Give / Giver

Researchers, scientists, educators.

Den’Pho || PROTECTOR “Servant Protector” Den - Servant Pho  - Safe / Guard / Protect / Nourish

Protectors are taught more philosophy and persuasive logic than forceful combat. Even so, as a protector, they are highly trained in psionic and physical incapacitation or even killing.

Ix’Den || PROVIDER “Our Servant” Ix - Us / We / Our Den - Servant

Those who harvest and provide food and ANY other consumer product. Only one word for this category because the most important pursuits culturally are those of the mind, therefore the language reflects this in having far more distinctions for types of abstract roles than practical/physical roles.

Pho’Eir || NOURISHER “Life Guard” Pho - Safe / Guard / Protect / Nourish Eir - Blood / Life-Force / Essence (Physical)

Medical personnel, physical / physiological healing, physical health and safety.

Ash’Eter || SAGE “Wise Seeker” Ash - Guide / Thinker / Philosopher / WiseEter - Seeker / Search / Searcher

Philosophers, thinkers, religious leaders, counselors, spiritual guides of all kinds.

Kul’And || SEER “Watching Eye” Kul - Eye And- Watcher / Watch

Those with psychometry, high intuition. Often take on prophetic roles. Also work as scouts and spies.

Sol’Aur || ARCHITECT “Deep Soul” Sol - Deep/Depths/Abyss/Chasm/Rift Aur - Will / Mind / Self / Soul

Creatives, anyone who produces art of any form.

Val’Ruul || CREATOR “Entity Creator” Val - Separate / Entity / Individual Ruul - Birth / Creation

Reproducer. Reproduction is called “Genesis”.

Bak’Xi / Bak’Ti || MATRIARCH / PATRIARCH “Leading Mother/Father” Bak - Decider / LeaderXi - Matriarch / Mother

Leader, ruler, respected elder. Does not correlate to sex/gender, the differentiation is between the associated themes:

Matriarchs - “Mothers” are physically nourishing and provide structure and safety, the foundation of all else. They teach you to protect and nourish yourself as you grow. Mother / Mom = “Xi” (zhee or shee) or “Xixi” casually. Formal usage adds “xi” to the end of the individual’s name.

Patriarchs - “Fathers” provide spiritual guidance and encourage creativity and expression, helping Father / Dad = “Ti” (tee) or “Titi” casually. Formal usage adds “ti” to the end of the individual’s name.

Aur’Trem || RAVAGER “Soul Breaker” Aur - Will / Mind / Self / Destroyer Trem - Ravager / Destroyer / Breaker

Criminals, the violent, the irredeemable, the destroyers, the undesirables. Name describes them as morally and spiritually bankrupt, the worst thing their culture feels you can be. Moral and ethical crimes are nearly as serious as harm-based crimes.

That's what I have so far!

[theconstellationprincess]

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!

[ace-of-gay]

hi duckie,

can you please do steve/bucky with little ftm reader who's sick

Stress made ick

Daddys Stucky x sick little reader

Pronouns: he/him (trans)

No race mentioned, all inclusive (if you believe otherwise please let me know and i will work to make changes in future fics)

Warnings: age regression, names like daddy, dada, sunshine, bug, baby, bubs etc. items like paci, stuffy, items for littlespace juicebox, medicine, vomiting if im forgetting something let me know!

Word count: 1,095

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve had been busy with mission background preparations and while alone all day you filled your time trying to occupy your mind with shows, they had gotten home late to you struggling to stay awake, but no worries to that because so were they. the extra stress during this last week with setting up a mission in hopes it goes as quickly and smoothly as possible had not just effected them but also you, having abandoned your normal sleep schedule, accidentally skipping meals or just avoiding food because the stress of them leaving to a dangerous place doing things that could take their lives wracked your mind, yea maybe its for the people but what about their baby boy?.

cold chills and trembles of anxiety, a migraine from not eating and drinking enough. they had no idea of all that’s happened while they’ve been gone and surely they'd be disappointed in you, upset even, what if they were mad? They're working so hard and they shouldn't have to stress or worry about you feeling ill and not taking yourself

Due to all the stress and long shifts they opted to sleeping in a bit today, so when they awoke to you still out cold they didn't think much of it, finding it as a motivation to get a little extra cuddle time with their bumblebee, you had seemed a bit warmer than usual but they didn't mark it as worrisome as that’s bound to happen while being cuddled between two super soldiers.

It was sweet and peaceful until you started writhing trying to get out of their dead-sleep clutch, after a few moments of wiggling you manage to free yourself and make it to the bathroom to vomit, dizzy as ever and your head pounding, your physical health had caught up to your mental health, oh they were mad, you could hear it in their footsteps and the rush in Steves voice when he called for you.

A few seconds later Steve rushes in followed by a groggy Bucky, "oh sunshine, hey you’re okay, we’ve got you, were here." He hushes as tears burn tracks into your warm cheeks, Bucky rushes out as Steve picks you up, grabbing a single use disposable toothbrush and helping you brush your teeth, Bucky returns with a wow wow wubzy sippy full of cold water.

"Da-dada, up" you mumble out to Bucky realizing they’re not upset and that you were probably just hearing your heartbeat in your ears from the pain and fear of throwing up, he takes you into his arms and walks into the room helping you get changed into looser clothing consisting of track shorts and one of their shirts.

Steve getting the medicine and holding for you to take it with a quick juice box chaser, you whine out in quiet protest but it doesn't go far when both of them make stern 'im not having this attitude' and 'excuse me?' Faces.

Taking the medicine as quickly as possible and following it with the juice box made it so much easier, the praise of "good job bumblebee, so proud of you" from Steve made warmth swell in your chest.

" can you go lay down for us bubs? We're gonna go grab snacks and call out for the next couple of days" Bucky follows

You do as he asks, sitting in the middle with your stuffy seated on your lap facing the tv to watch with you, picking out the movie of your choice on on-demand.

They both return soon after with some snacks and drinks, dimming the light they join you getting all cozied up and cuddling with you.

The snacks weren’t much of a success but the drinks sure helped cool you down, now much more comfortable you hold on Steve’s hand as you nuzzle into Bucky's left arm taking in the edge of it chill and falling into a much more comfortable sleep.

It was certain Steve had noticed you asleep he cuddled up closer behind you, releasing your hand to wrap his arms securely around you. No matter if you were big or smol the cuddles he got with you were unmatched, he loves that you trust him and Bucky to the point of telling them when you’re dysphoric because on those days its easy to wrap you up and hold you close, they always know just what to say to remind you that you’re the best boy in their life and they wouldn't change you for the world.

A sleepy smile on Steve’s face joined with your coos and murmurs should have told Bucky that you were asleep but he'd been so enthralled with the movie that when it got to a humorous part he cracked up loudly. his chest rattling with amusement when he feels a light smack against his thigh from Steve cueing him to look over to see you out like a light and the slightly disgruntled look of being pulled out of sleep.

"You’re okay sunshine, daddy’s just bein silly" Steve hushes and soothes, scooting closer and whispering in your ear "maybe if we cuddle attack him he will nap with us" knowing very well that Bucky could hear him, a smile growing on Bucky cheeks "what're you two scheming-hmm?" Causing you to trill in giggles "nuffin, dada's just tellin story"

"Hmmm, alrighty as long as he’s not bein sneaky" pretending to focus back on the movie Steve taps to on the shoulder telling you to get him, in a split second you’re sitting in his lap face buried in his neck and arms around his shoulders, Steve wrapping both of you together in a hug.

Sitting up to look at him your hands on his chest holding you up a geeky grin on your face you pat your hands a couple times as emphasis "ah-dada we gots you, its seepy time now" a shared smile on his cheeks aswell as he pulls you tightly to his chest "mmph you got me bug, i surrender, but only if my boy stays riiiight here" he tightens his grip as physical elaboration to his exclamation.

It only took a few minutes for all three of you to fall asleep comfy in each others arms, sharing warmth and love.

For the mission and future ones they got someone you trust from the avengers group to stay back and keep you less stressed even when youre little, which means sometimes one of your daddies is able to stay home with you while the other goes and brings justice.

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It should not have taken me this long to work on this, im so sorry, i can not give excuses because that pushes the responsibility off of me and im the reason its so late. Thank you so much for requesting such a lovely topic 💚💚💚

[sissybabycucksophia]

🥵Self bondage disaster🥵

(story did not happen to be me and is embellished for fantasy purposes)

So there I was one day, scrolling through my pathetic sissy baby cuck tumblr dashboard dripping with precum as i denied myself an orgasm when suddenly up popped a message from a friendly sissy. She’d tell me all about how our interests were similar and we began to talk more and more about diaper feminisation fantasies, i loved talking to them. They showed me pictures of all the sissy cloths and restraints they owned and i’d express how desperate i was to own such beautiful things and be forced to wear them.

One day she sent me a picture of the most regressive pink Mittened and footed romper with an attached thick leather collar to lock baby inside. I instantly began to gush to them about how much i’d adore being diapered and bound in the romper, to which Natalie suddenly became very attractive. Within minutes Natalie was laying out what she’d do to me with this romper, reading everything they said i was dripping with pre cum and desperate to do it but I didn’t have the money or time to buy all of the sissy pleasures i’d need to live out Natalie’s fantasy for me.

Telling him this, i began referring to Natalie as Daddy as he promised me excitement and humiliation if i followed his orders to the letter. Why was I listening to another sissy? Why was I suddenly willing to do what another pathetic diaper cuck told me?….. guess I’m just THAT pathetic. Daddy began sending instructions, firstly he bought everything he wanted me to wear and sent it to my home where i had to explain to my parents why i was getting packages from America 😳.

Next daddy sent me a message detailing exactly what to do, which read:

“Ok Princess Jade, you have the box i sent you don’t you?! Well this weekend book into a hotel for 2 days and use the first half of day 1 to prepare. In the box you’ll find, the romper i know you adore, a box of princess diapers, a frilly pink pair of diaper cover pants, a pink and baby blue dress, a paci gag, a baby bonnet, a long blonde wig and a video camera. On Saturday, your going to wake up, remove all your pubic hair from around your clitty, then your going to go out to a fast food place and your going to eat as much food as your stomach will hold. After than head back to the hotel and do exactly as i say!! First secure your blonde wig while staring at yourself in the mirror its the last view of the “Man” you are for 24 hours. Next, take the tub of numbing cream i put in the box and cover every inch of your pathetic clitty and raisins, that cream is super strong medical grade stuff you won’t feel your little clitty or raisins for 24 hours, it’ll be like their not there!!!. Next lay on the bed and secure 4!! Yes 4 diapers over your pathetic clitty and be well aware…. YOU WILL be needing them hahaha!!!. Once diapered thickly cover them with the frilly diaper cover pants and take another look at yourself in the mirror, i want you to see your masculinity and control slipping away. Now take the time to set up the camera at the foot of the bed and turn it on, don’t play with anything on it, just turn it on, I’ve set it up too broadcast live too my laptop !!! From there i want you to chromecast the heterosexual porn i linked to you directly to the bedroom tv!!. Once your live i want you to get ready in front of the camera!! Put on the paci gag and baby bonnet next, once your done that i want to to try say ‘help me! I’m a man’ just because i want to see how pathetic it look haha!!😈 the next step is to squeeze your overly diapered tooshy into the romper! Now theres a pink heart shaped padlock in the box, get three limbs in and zip the suit half way, then do the collar up tight and lock it shut, that should stop you forcing the neck as open, then get the other arm in and zip up the last stretch!! Now the final touch is the dress, with your pathetically mittened hands, secure the poofy petticoats of the dress over your romper encased body and finally put the dress on and zip it up as best you can!. At this point sit on the edge on the bed, look into the camera and beg me for your freedom Princess!. Lastly in the box theres a small metal box with a door and a timer lock, hahaha you don’t think I’m letting you keep the padlock key? I’ve programmed the door to open 24 hours after shutting, put the key in it and shut the door. After which i want 24 hours of footage of you, watching heterosexual porn as your hump pillows, nap under the covers, piss and eventually shit your diapers and more! Do all this Princess and I promise when its done you’ll be desperate to fly to me in America so i can control you more.!!!!😈”

There it was i had my instructions, following them to the letter I nervously travelled to other end of Scotland from where i stayed to book a hotel room for the weekend. Once there I pathetically shaved my crotch bare and followed daddy Natalie’s orders to eat lots, I figured the best idea was Mcdonnalds where i proceeded to eat 5 cheeseburgers and 2 raps as well as 5 large cokes. Heading back to the hotel room i locked the door and looked at the time, 11:00 am, my heart fluttered as I opened the box and lifted out a gorgeous long blonde wig. “Here i go….. i guess” I murmured nervously as I walked to the full length mirror on the wall and looked myself in the eye as i removed my cloths and placed the wig on my head. My heart raced with fear and excitement and i looked at myself for the first time with a mere smidge of femininity to my appearance, i’d never crossdressed or indulged physically in being a sissy before so now…. Now i was scared. However I continued to follow Daddy’s instructions as i grabbed the numbing cream and slathered my penis and testicles in a thick layer of the cream to which within moments i began to lose sensation completely in my crotch area, shocked i pinched at my ballsack and felt nothing. Being carried away in the moment i skipped one of daddy’s steps and instead set up the camera and turned it on pointing at me on the bed as i diapered myself.

Lying on my back i felt a wave of sheer demoralising encasement as i sealed my slowly growing penis away behind the first puffy Disney princess covered diaper, then another and another and then a final one. The feeling was completely new to me and it was terrifying, knowing my numb little sissy girl penis was sealed behind the 4 fluffy layers i proceeded to cover them with the frilly pants like daddy ordered. Crawling off of the bed i once again stood in front of the mirror as daddy had instructed and secured the pacifier gag and the sissy baby bonnet. Looking at my image in the mirror i hung my head in shame, why was i doing this?! Why was i letting some pathetic sissy all the way in America control me like this!? I’m m a man!? sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the camera i began to beg through the paci gag.

Looking down the lenses i said “please stop this daddy! Im embarrassed! Im taking this off i wont be embarrassed any more!” In a mumble through the paci gag, just as i was about to begin undoing my progress… my phone lit up with a message from daddy, ‘hahaha princess that was adorable but your not going anywhere! This isn’t just live it’s recording, so keep going baby your doing great. Daddy’s proud of you…. Ps thanks for the extra footage of the self diapering cucky! Haha’ with that i whimpered and continued to follow Daddy’s orders like a good helpless little cuck.

Next I put the heterosexual porn on the tv and for a moment became entranced as I imagined being the dominant man fucking his secretary in the porno. However the dream shattered as I remembered the position i was in, picking up the romper that caused all this i both hated the sight of it and was desperate to feel the restraining encasement of it! Following daddies orders to the letter before i knew it i was totally and 100% encased, the tight leather collar sat uncomfortably round my neck and the suits shiny plastic insides stuck to my skin which was beginning to sweat. Little did i know i had been leaking precum from my heavily erect numb penis the entire time.

Next i stood in-front of the camera and daddy watched as i put on the dress over the romper. Once zipped into the dress i sat on the edge of the bed, genuine fear, embarrassment, physical discomfort and arousal washed over me as i whimpered and begged down the camera for my freedom. Along the top of the tv screen playing porn daddys messages to me popped up, all it said was ‘key in the lock box princess😈’

In this moment i had a choice, tell this creepy, crossdressing pervert to fuck off and set myself free or continue to follow this loving, attentive and thoughtful daddy’s rules to ensure i was a good sissy girl for the only man who’s opinion mattered (his!)…… like the pathetic, sissy baby faggot i am….. i locked the key in the lockbox, imprisoning myself for 24 hours in the regressed prissy feminine faggot heaven that daddy had orchestrated for me.

For the proceeding couple of hours, i lay stomach on several pillows facing the camera and humping the pillows violently trying to feel any sensation in my numb penis. Little did i know i’d jerked myself off several times and my diapers were beginning to fill with cum. As the hours tore on i moan, I cried and begged Daddy Natalie for freedom down the camera and did little things that he ask as they popped up on the screen like sitting in front of the camera legs spread and rub my crotch with my mittened hands. Unfortunately because i was so numb i was also clueless i’d pissed in the diapers. Eventually after about 6 hours the clock struck 5 pm and Daddy Natalie insisted i go to sleep.

So following instructions i climbed beneath the heavy quilt while still encased in all my layers, sweating profusely i was horribly uncomfortable as i tossed and turned and even tried helplessly tugging at the padlocked collar for freedom. After about 3 hours of sweating and discomfort I eventually fell asleep listening too a horny slut being fucked by a huge dicked black man on the tv. That night i dreamt of being free, i dream that i was me dominating Sissy Natalie and forcing her through all this while i watched on laughing and demoralising her!. Fortunately this silly illusion of masculinity would shatter as i began to awaken at 11 am and was greeted by horrible stomach cramp.

‘God no please no! This cant be happening, its an hour to go then i can get out if these diapers and shit like an adult please no’ i thought as Daddy Natalie demanded i come out from under the covers and do humpies on a pillow for him. Doing as i was told i cried in pain trying to hold the massive shit in my ass while humping the pillow. Finally 15 minutes then i could be free, daddy Natalie sent demoralising message after demoralising message to embarrass me, made me stand in front of the camera looking down it and waiting for the lockbox to open.

“3……2……1……… lock box is open” the last message said. In excitement I squatted down to open the box and take out the key…..

As i squatted, my ass opened and into mu diaper exploded the waste product of 5 burgers and 2 wraps. I couldn’t control it or stop until my bowels were completely evacuated, and right on que the numbing cream began to wear off and now i could feel my horribly erect penis being smothered in a piss and cum soaked and shit fill diaper. At that i picked up the key and then lay on the bed curling into the fetal position i began to cry like a baby as i looked at the camera and whimpered……”can i get changed now daddy?”

To which the final mortifying message from Daddy appeared, “you could have stopped this any time baby girl. That lox box doesn’t have a timer you big cucky faggot hahahahahaha….. priceless! Shit yourself when all you had to do was not be a sub and disobey my orders hahaha 😈 good girl” and at that the camera turned off and the hetro porn on the tv cut out.

For the next hour I couldn’t bring myself to remove the clothing….. i’d been betrayed by my own pathetic desire to be a helpless sissy baby cuckold, eventually i stood up looking at myself in the mirror and crying.

Be very careful what you wish for, theres always a chance it comes true……..