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prncsslulu · 2 days
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25 days of agere moodboards: day thirteen: favorite kids movie ❥ coraline (2009)
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cosmoal1en · 2 days
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🌟 COLORFUL AND NEON MOODBOARD
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sillylittlegremlin · 2 days
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hey kiddo, your big brother here to remind you that you're beautiful and good and you bring joy into life. I love you, thank you for trying your best today.
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Hii, can you do a light pink mood board? I know it's basic but it's my all time favorite color ever <3
here you go honey! :) i hope you love it just as much as i loved making it <3
Light Pink Agere Moodboard 🎀
(color specifics: light pink, white. paci inclusion!)
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thank you for the request :)
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squishfest · 2 days
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Day 7- Your Favourite Colour: RED!!!!
Red for me is just a very happy, bright color!! Very vibrant and loud just like me as a person, it's just very fun and nice and always shows happiness and joy even when it's been worn down over time, showing how much love and memories it's been through :3
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emodaryls · 2 days
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Meli's Agere Alphabet (regressor ver.)
SFW!!! Not kink!!
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A - activities [What are their favorite activities to do while regressed?]
B - blankies [Do they have a favorite blanket? What does it look like?]
C - cuddles [Do they enjoy cuddling? How do they like to cuddle?]
D - dinner [What is their favorite meal to eat for dinner when regressed?]
E - emotions [Do get get emotional when they regress? Do any emotions trigger them to regress?]
F - food [What are their favorite foods or snacks to eat when regressed?]
G - giggles [What makes them laugh? What do they find funny?]
H - hugs [Do they like hugging? When do they hug?]
I - imagination [Do they use their imagination a lot when playing?]
J - jammies [Do they have a pair of pajamas they wear when going to bed? What does it look like?]
K - kissies [Do they like (platonic) kisses? Do they like to give or receive them?]
L - lullabies [Do they have a favorite lullaby to listen to as they go to sleep?]
M - movies [What is their favorite movie to watch when regressed? What genre is it?
N - nicknames [Do they have any preferred nicknames they would want a cg to use?]
O - oops! [Do they tend to be clumsy or make a lot of mistakes when regressed?]
P - pacifier [Do they like to use pacis? What does their paci look like?]
Q - quiet time [Do they enjoy quiet activities? What do they like to do during quiet time?]
R - regression [How often do they regress? How do they behave when they regress?]
S - stuffies [Do they have stuffed animals? What are their names? What do they look like?]
T - temper [Do they have a temper? Do they throw temper tantrums often, or at all?]
U - upset [How do they express being upset when regressed?]
V - voice [Do they speak in a different tone of voice when regressed? How is it different from their normal voice?]
W - warm [What makes them feel all warm and fuzzy?]
X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]
Y - yucky! [What do they dislike?]
Z - Zzz [What are some sleep habits of theirs? Do they take naps often? Do they have a specific time for naps or bedtime?]
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babey-lewis · 17 hours
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Hello my little love, I've missed you so much. Will you come and hug Bubba? Would that be okay? Yeah? Thank you, my snuggle bug, mmm, I need my babies hugs! I've missed you so much... I'm so glad we are together today <3
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toyboxkiddo · 2 days
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summery beach moodboard with LOTS of toys for @rileys-castle !!!! this was so fun
dont repost!! just reblog 💞
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pumpkzsafeplace · 2 days
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plant fun & cuddles ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚
in ostara, i thought to plant some herbs & veggies for something to do! not expecting them to grow ~ but look at them sprouting and growing!! ahhh!! (+ kiggy cuddles!)
the dirt was really fun to play with in little space too!! <3
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littledragon1 · 3 days
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This is truw for Mw
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happy-nua-edits · 14 hours
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Milkman agere moodboard !
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•Sfw interactions only | read my dni ! •Don't repost and claim as yours ! Reblogs are okay but not reposts !
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tuesdaysaresad · 19 hours
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Noodle or Y/N (whichever you prefer) takes care of a sick Willy Wonka please ❤️
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Nul ne peut nous entendre.
Nobody can hear us.
Warnings: None.No beta reading.
A/N: Thank you for your request. It took me a while to find inspiration. It's long and I edited it quickly.I'll put a link to the song.
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The dark furrows under his green eyes were, for me, the worst thing I had seen in a long time. I couldn't help the feeling of sadness that invaded me, when I saw, day after day, my boss, always vital and happy before, painfully dragging himself to his workshop and laboratory for almost a week.
I had only been working at the new Wonka factory for a few months, but I felt like one more from the day I arrived. None of us could really dream of a better boss than Willy. His wonderful ideas were almost as good as his kindness, and the atmosphere of good work and closeness that he managed to create.
The last chocolate he had created, in the shape of a small cat head, made it possible for you to pet any cat without it scratching you, and even make it come to your call.Only he could come up with something so cute and silly.
Together with the little man who had accompanied him since the opening, Willy made delicious aromas come out of his laboratory, and he always handed out some sweets to his employees to try. Like me. I functioned as a secretary or accountant, or something similar, because Willy insisted on not defining us. "Contribute to magic with what you dream, and make it reality with what you have".
He was successful and admirable, and his talent was matched only by his natural charming and beauty. Without a doubt, Willy Wonka had been created on a day when the Creator was in a good mood.
However, for days there had been no space in my head for those thoughts. Willy had appeared at the factory several days ago, with a fallen face, dark lakes under his beautiful eyes and his languid and lifeless curls. His clothes, always flirtatious and neat, appeared unbuttoned and abandoned, and his multicolored scarf was in a mess around his white swan neck.
Sometimes, if the morning allowed him to rest, Willy would ask me for a cup of chocolate. The first day I made it for him and since then he always asked me for it. “I like how you prepare it,” he told me, with a spark of joy in his eyebrows. The warm compliment had made me blush tenderly when he told me it the first time, and with a smile I assured him that I prepare it myself every day.
However, the sick Willy had not asked for it, so I went to offer it to him.He had gone out to check something downstairs, and he just nodded reluctantly in my direction.
I prepared it, paying attention to every detail, putting some small sugar flowers on the edge of his cup, to make him smile.
When giving him the chocolate,I used to surprise him by using his laboratory non-stop, making colorful clouds come out of his amazing machines. But today… Willy, the always happy Willy, was sitting at his creation table, with his gaze lost and his head buried in his hands.
I left the chocolate within his reach and with affection, I dared to put a hand on his shoulder, leaning down. I didn't know what, but there was something wrong here.Be hesitant when asking.
"Willy…is something wrong happening? In the factory? You ok?"
Willy looked away, burying his head in his hands again, his bony elbows resting on his knees. I rubbed his back, in a gesture of brotherhood.
"Don't worry. It's just tiredness… yes,I've been feeling sick these days."
"Do you want me to call the doctor?"
"there's no need."
He reached out his hand, taking the chocolate.An expression of pleasure came to his face as he tasted the contents.The flowers of sugar melted on his pink lips. The sight would have seemed beautiful to me, had it not been for my concern.
"Thank you. You are so kind to me."
He whispered, looking at the cup. With the tip of his tongue, he licked a small flower on his lips, swallowing it.
I wish I had a replica that lived up to the warm feeling I felt when a ringing interrupted me. Telephone. With a sigh, I left him in his laboratory, drinking the chocolate.
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The night would be cold, I thought, as I watched the flakes crystallize on the stone wall. It was a beautiful sight and sometimes, when Willy and I left the factory together, Willy raised his face towards the flakes, looking at the small flakes, which settled softly on his skin, like marks of white beauty, while he followed their fall with his green eyes,while small flakes will be stranded on his eyelashes.
But the beautiful winter memory could not divert me from my concern.
Mr. Wonka, Willy, had left the factory before noon.
Well, it wasn't strange, he sometimes went out during the day, but in this case he approached my table, and with a hoarse voice, he told me that he felt bad and was unable to finish the day. His eyelashes were wet and looked at the ground.
I assured him that everything would be fine and he gave me a quick wave of his hand,while,he walked away with his head down, his coat swaying over his thin shoulders.
When the last worker left and I closed the metal door behind me, I knew what I was going to do. Under my coat, in a small jar, I had a small quart of hot, thick chocolate for him.
I walked the short distance from the factory to the small house where Willy had settled. I knew the house,near to factory.I was here in past,for a documents.Now,I hoped Willy wouldn't be upset, but he really seemed to need help. This is fine, I thought, I was sure he could have somethingfor dinner. And if he asked me, I would leave without bothering him.
I crossed the stone fence that preceded his door, where I saw a yellow light illuminate the window. Well, he was awake. I knocked on the door.
A minute passed, two, as the snow silently covered my path. My initial enthusiasm faded. Maybe it had been a mistake. I squeezed the metal jar with the chocolate, scratching it with my nails, a little nervous. It didn't open. Maybe… he was asleep. I decided to leave, my attempt frustrated, when a soft growl coming from its old door stopped me. From inside the hallway a shadow emerged against the golden light. It was a beautiful sight, but his sick face and red eyes were worse than in the morning.
"Willy, I'm sorry to bother you, but…"
I didn't finish the sentence. Willy looked totally exhausted and sad. She was wearing a purple robe and underneath it, a sloppy pajamas. He looked at me surprised without saying a word, but trying to compose a smile. A bitter rictus, like a small pout, twisted his lips.
The beautiful butterfly wings of his eyelashes cast shadows on hischeeks, full of traces of tears. His upper lip was stained with mucus. My friend had been crying a lot.
"Willy,my god"
I hugged him, on impulse. He was suffering, intensely, for something, a burden, that he was carrying alone. I didn't know, but I felt that a hug couldn't hurt him.A soft “I'm sorry” left his lips.
"Willy, I'm here, it's okay. Can I come in?"
He nodded slightly.
"Let's go to the living room, please."
I surrounded his waist, gently moving him. He allowed himself to be guided, like a perfectly obedient child. I showed him the metal jar of chocolate,that was still hanging from my hand.
"I brought something sweet. I have prepared it with your favorite ingredients.I thought you were sick."
"Thank you……..-his voice seemed to fail, but he immediately composed himself- for coming."
I smiled, although I don't know if he saw it.
"Can I come in and serve it to you? That is ok?"
He knew well the small room through which we entered. Willy had undoubtedly spent the day there.Possibly without him having eaten anything.I sighed. On the sofa, old but comfortable, there was a colorful blanket, as if it were made with scraps of other blankets, in disarray.
In front and as the only light, a solitary log burned in the fireplace, giving to his skin and messy curls a welcoming shade of old gold. I gently pushed him into the small nest. He allowed himself to be guided, submissive and trusting, keeping his eyes veiled by his eyelashes. I helped him sit up. He whispered a small “thank you” as I helped him take off his shoes and get into the blanket. I could feel his embarrassment, but when he pulled the blanket over his body and wrapped the soft wool around his neck, it was easy to see his relief. If my helping hands could relieve for a moment what consumed him, I would do it for him.
"Willy, wait for me. I'll serve it."
Nimbly, I maneuvered through the small house. I poured the chocolate into a tin cup, lightly chopped, making sure to stir it and keep it thick and hot. Willy remained just as he had left him, perhaps even deeper into the blanket, curled up in a small ball, with almost half of his face buried in the softness of the cotton.
He was breathing softly, but his eyelashes trembled, as if he were shivering. From time to time, he sank his fingers into the tangle of curls, rubbing his head. A hornet's nest of pain.
"I'm sorry for that, I'm sorry…"
"Willy, this is all good. You don't need to explain yourself. Just take this and rest."
He gently took on hand out of the ball of cloth it was in and took the cup with his long fingers, while I sat in the free area of ​​the sofa, next to him.
"We are together, I am here."
The color returned for a moment to his pale cheeks,when closing his eyes, took a drink.
"orange, vanilla zest and chamomile."
Willy whispered, with his eyes closed and gently licking his lips, deciphering my mixture.
"That's right, Willy. Do you like it?"
As he took another drink, I put my hand back on his covered shoulder. With a tender gesture, I slid my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, gently patting his tangle of curls. The warmth of his skin, of his curls, warming my fingers.With a slight sinking of my heart, I felt Willy gently lean his head towards my hand, seeking more caresses.
"Willy," I whispered, "you know we've known each other for a few months.And I know… lately it seems like you're carrying something on you that's hurting you. I won't judge you, and if you want to share, I could try to help you… or just listen to you"
He seemed to hesitate. With my other hand, I touched his hand that held the cup, surrounding it with mine.With a sigh, he closed his eyes and He opened them again, determined.
"……a few nights ago…I had some nightmares."
He knew very well the feeling of helplessness he had suffered in that bad dream. With a smile, while he took the last sip of chocolate, I nodded in silence.
"It was…..about the…..destruction of my first store."
Oh, I could remember that. It was the chocolate cartel. A few years ago, and with Willy's first employees.
"Willy, I'm sorry to hear that."
"and…-he coughed and looked away-my mother was there. And she…-I shuddered suddenly, realizing that she would say something bad-she told me that I had disappointed her and had failed."
Willy looked down at the cup, ashamed of his pain.
No one had appreciated what the loss of his first store and the attempted murder of those criminals meant to him. I swallowed with effort. I knew perfectly well how much a dream like that could destroy.
"Oh Willy¡ How many days have you gone without sleeping?"
"I'm not sure. I go in and out of sleep… I can't go to my bed. I can't, I'm afraid to sleep and she will tell me again that I'm a failure."
I took the cup from his hand and hugged him, trapping him against the arm of the sofa.God, it was terrible moment for him. Even more so when the man buried his face in my chest. He put his head under my neck, and began to cry quietly.
The smell of vanilla, chocolate, anise,and a faint natural smell of Willy totally invaded my nose and without thinking, I kissed the tangle of curls.
I rocked him like a child and he, at first tense, let himself calm down gently, letting more and more tears go, which wet my shirt. Gently, I caressed his back and hair, while he let out some relax sounds.
"shhhhh……Willy……it's okay, let it go….."
With a muffled sound, I let out some muffled words in my chest.
"What would you think of me?"
"Willy, you are the best boss we could have. You always care about all of us and make us feel at home. Some of us were even homeless. But you helped us.You are also human…..but what you dreamed of is just that. A dream.She…..is very proud of you. Her son will change the world. And it will be for the better. It was just a dream, Willy.And you….you will never dream that again."
"I'm afraid to sleep…"
"Willy….."
"I don't want to listen her saying that again…."
Willy, sobbing again, crushed himself against my chest. On the blanket, I trapped his entire thin body.
"Willy…..your mother loved you, more than her life. You are a wonderful man, a beacon for everyone. Wherever she is, she looks at you, cares for you and loves you."
"Failing kills me… I don't want to fail my mother, you, everyone…"
His knees, stuck to my legs, trembled as he sobbed.
"Willy, calm down. Your mother loves you… I… I love you too.We love you."
Willy continued crying, while he hugged me back. I continued cooing to him, rocking him back and forth, in a movement that in the past might have calmed a baby, now used on my boss, my closest friend.
He cried softly, letting out only a few small sobs. Tenderly, I continued to caress him, wishing I could do or say something to make him feel better. Do something special, something that would make him remember this comfort and this night. Sometimes, I remembered, Willy had said my voice sounded pretty on the phone. Maybe… the French words came out of me, shy.
Je voudrais du soleil vert
Des dentelles et des théières.
Des photos de bord de mer
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Je voudrais de la lumière.
Willy had stopped sobbing softly and seemed to be listening.
Comme en Nouvelle Angleterre
I continued cooing to him, rocking him back and forth, in a movement that in the past might have calmed a baby.
Sous la pluie de novembre
Mes mains qui courent.
Je n'en peux plus de t'attendre
Les années passent.
He definitely listened and was really relaxed. He liked me singing for him.
Qu'il est loin l'âge tendre.
Nul ne peut nous entendre.
The arms that had squeezed me relaxed, slowly, although they did not let go. The tangle of curls and the face pressed against my neck had rolled to my shoulder, making the curls tickle my nose.
In a few stanzas, Willy had fallen asleep, in my arms.
And, with him asleep, I was able to sing some verses that maybe I couldn't say to his face.
Je voudrais toujours te plaire
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Je veux déjeuner par terre.
Comme au long des golfes clairs
I sighed, as I buried my face in the curls, whispering.
T'embrasser les yeux ouverts.......
Dans mon jardin d'hiver.
Oh, he was asleep. How would I get him to bed? Maybe I should get ready to spend the night, there, on the old couch, with him. So, I sighed and rocked him even more. Who knew what the night would bring?
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cosmoal1en · 2 days
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🌟TASTY STIMBOARD
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prncsslulu · 1 day
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25 days of agere moodboards: day fourteen — a song that reminds you of regression ❥ the other father song, coraline
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Hi!Hi!Since requests are open, Could I maybe request a cg!Wolverine moodboard??
Thanks so much if you do!!!:3:3
hi there honey, i really hope this is what you meant! i hope it's up to your expectations and i hope you enjoy it! :)
Caregiver Wolverine Moodboard
(color specifics: browns, darker reds, whites. paci inclusion!)
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thank you for the request :)
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squishfest · 1 day
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Day 8- Your Ideal Playroom :3
Something really close to my bedroom when I still had to live with my grandparents! Just a very generic idea of what most people would think a boys room in the 80's would look like. I'm a very big collector & maximalist, so lots of decorations and faded colors but very close to me, especially since most of the items I had were hand-me-downs from my dad and uncles when they were teenagers!!!
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