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[dreamdropcompanions]

hello. my name is Thompson. i am a F.A.O Schwarz giraffe. i am trans fem nonbianry and my pronouns are she/they. i am a protecor, caregiver plushie, and soother plushie. i protect, caregive and soothee other plushies, and my owners. in daydream worlds and IRL. giraffes are one of my owners' (the dreamdrop system) fav animal and i'm happy to support them. - Thompson

[2smolbeans]

Part 1 Part 2.5 character info

He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.

"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "

Love Me, Love Me Not (2)

Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader

*unedited

Tags: small description of Nsfw- they don't fuck, self loathing, hostage keeping, one sided attraction, betrayal, mentions of previous friendships the yandere broke, slight angst, yandere is attracted to someone else, escape planning, mentions of a previous murder victim, reader is complicit to the murders, guilt, past memories.

Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon-

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You look at the door, contemplating your next move. It's right there, just staring at you. The latch was loose, Marco didn't consficate the butter knife like he did usually whenever the two of you ate, and he was no where to be seen. It was so fucking conveinent, so perfect. Too perfect...Maybe you were just paranoid. The latch. The door. Just do it. Run. Sprint. Why were you panicking? This was all on you now. Your legs were shaking as you wobbled your way towards the door, grabbing the butterknife that you were previously cutting the lamb chops with. Trembling, you tried to bust open the secuirty latch. But ultimately you ended up throwing the butterknife into the sink.

Falling onto the couch, grabbing a soft pillow as a soother, you let out a frustrated scream. It's better to be safe than sorry. If anything, Marco could be hiding behind the door waiting for you. For all you know, Marco could be waiting outside the apartment complex exits, standing by while he prepares to tackle you when you finally rush outside. He could be testing you. Why wouldn’t he? It was just predictable. You knew better than to assume that Marco would freely let you loose.

So you waited, and waited. The more time passed, the more you started second guessing your choice. Wow, maybe he was just clumsy. For what seemed like forever, Marco finally rushed into the room, slamming the door open before closing it shut.

"Did I scare ya?"

He smugly spoke, swaying his way towards you while he dragged two suitcases. Stiff from the frozen fear that had shot you in the chest, you only stared at Marco wide eyed.

"I'll take that as a yes..? Anyways stay put, I just need to do this real quick.."

Peeking into the contents of the suitcases, you heard Marco examine and fix the locks. Noticing that one of the latches were left loose, Marco turned back to look at you- surpirsed yet expecting this from you. You stayed, you're still here.

Huh...

While Marco was preoccupied with himself, you reached out into one of the luggages. It was your stuff! Holding out an old shirt of yours, you let out an accidental gasp.

"Oh yeah, I figured that you might want a few things of yours. I mean I can't have my roomie empty handed~"

Underwear, socks, shirts- everything! He even brought a few extra things like your plushies and accessories! Smiling, you thanked him while you zipped up the zipper of the suitcase.

"No problem dude! Anyways you can go do whatever, fool around in your room or something. I dunno?"

Can you leave?

"Hahaha! HA! You're hilarious!"

Scoffing, you nudged Marco's shoulder, making your way to your 'bedroom'. Closing the door behind you, you took out all of your belongings from the two suitcases. Searching through the pile of stuff you had, you managed to find your phone! Immediately powering it on, you tried calling the authorities. Even trying to turn on your mobile data so that you could contact somebody through your socials. Though expectantly, your phone had blocked all of those options. No service, no nothing. Scrolling through the photo gallery, you looked at the photos you took, all the stupid screenshots you saved. You and him, it's always been the two of you. Of course, sometimes it would be you, him, and.. Matheias and Angela.. You just stare at their faces, feeling nothing as you observe their smiles. You were all so happy back then..

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Matheias screamed as he lunged himself towards Marco, crying as his sobs echoed the room. Quickly, you grabbed Matheias by the arm, struggling to keep him still as he dragged you along with him. You shouted at Matheias, scolding him while also begging him to calm down as he continued to howl at Marco. Trying your best to keep Matheias away from Marco, you were forced onto the floor as Matheias shoved you away from him. Showing concern, Marco rushed towards you, trying to help you back on your feet.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER- HOW COULD YOU?!"

He screeched, throwing chairs, his face red with anger. Helping you up, Marco cautiously approached Matheias- holding his two palms up as he slowly approached. Calmly, Marco tried to speak to Matheias.

"Come on..Please let's not do this. Not now - just not now, okay? Please, let's just talk this out-"

Panicked, Matheias threw something at Marco, trying to keep more distance.

"LIAR! You fucking CUNT!"

Persistent, Marco was beginning to lose his composure. His voice was now on the verge of shaky tears as he lowered himself to Matheias's height level.

"P-Please..We just- it's her- fucking hell.. Come on Matheias! Really man?"

The more Marco spoke with sincerity, the more Matheias reacted. The more Marco tried to reach out to Matheias, his grieving work buddy.. His best friend..The more terrified you saw Matheias get.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. You're sick- Stop that. Those aren't real.."

Trying to descalate the situation, you spoke firmly towards Matheias. Enough is enough. You've had it with the accusations about Marco, the delusions and rumors Matheias had accumulated about him. It was tiring seeing Matheias grow bitter against the only person trying to hold everyone together. You were annoyed with how he was reacting. Everyone was mourning, nobody was themselves. You understand that, you can sympthazie with him. You're also hurting. You miss her too. It was just the three of you now. So why, out of all people, he could've chosen to take his anger out, did it have to be Marco? Hysterically, Matheias let out a series of laughs. Rolling his eyes as he pointed a finger at you.

"Oh yeah! Of course you believe him! I think I know why. Trying to get some brownie points aren't you?"

He marched towards you, keeping his finger pointed at you. His voice so loud and angry, it began to ring your ears.

"It's always been like that! Don't you find it fucking unfair how he's always the innocent little sheep in every sitaution?!"

He let out an exasperated breath, his hands aggressively flying everywhere.

"But NOOOOOO! EVERYONE LOVESSS MARCO! The fucking psychopath. Fucking murderer. And I'm the only one that fucking knows!"

Stop it, you beg. You're being delusional, you cried. You held back your tongue, knowing that Matheias wasn't being himself. He always had an issue with his temper, so you knew you had to be patient with him. But you've done that so many times throughout the friendship. It's beginning to run thin. Espically now.

"Why don't you just say it huh? Why don't you just admit it? Tell him. Just fucking-"

Out of instinct, you rushed towards Matheias. Raising your hand as the palm of it harshly came into contact with his face. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you slap him again..And again..And again..Stopping when Marco had to pull you away from him. Holding you in a hug as the hiccups and sniffles begin to escape you.

It was quiet for a while. Your sniffles and his loud, hyperventilating breathes were the only thing left in the room. You remember the look in his eyes, the grief he felt when he saw Marco shake his head dissapointingly. As tension filled the room, suffocating the three of you in an uncomfortable moment- unsure of what was to happen next. Matheias finally spoke up, defeated as he slammed his hand against the table. Memorial cards, photographs, and sympathy letters falling onto the ground.

"..You know what? Fine. Suit yourself. But she's gone, and I know who fucking did it. Sooner or later, you'll know I'm right. And when you do, you'll be wishing that you listened to me."

Without a word, Matheias grabbed a memorial card. Shoving chairs out of his way while he walked out the door. With a final glance, he looked at Marco, and then at you. Scowling, he shut the door violently, leaving you and Marco alone.

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Your eyes burned as you stared at the ground. Your body feeling limp as you pressed your back against the bedframe for support. Matheias was always the smart fucker of the group..You wonder how he'd react if he knew what was going on. Probably with a snarky remark of how "I told you so!". Funny how the end of their close bond was the start of yours. You want to cry, to get rid of this awful feel that brewed inside of you. But you can't. Maybe it was your body's way of punishing you for being such an awful human being.

Yeah sit with your guilt. Let it simmer with no outlet to release it.

Looking at the screen, you decided to check out your notes. Scrolling through them, you recalled how you always used it as a personal diary rather than a proper agenda tool. Just a pile of insecurities about your crush on a friend who clearly had the hots for someone else. A bunch of useless shit that you bitched about. A series of notes that revealed what type of selfish person you truly were.

Last opened a week ago...?

What?

Your heart sank as you looked at the bottom of each note.

Each note, every single one of them, he read them all. All the words you said to yourself, all the thoughts that you had- he knew about it. You went rigid the more you thought about it. Before..Was he playing with your feelings? He knowingly roped you into this shitfest because he knew he had you wrapped around his little finger. You were the perfect loyal pawn that helped him clean the messes.

Hahaha. Haha. Ha.

That's hilarious, isn't it? You stand up, furious of how stupidly feeble you felt. You pick up the clothes and your belongings and organize them in their rightful place. The couch, when he touched you like that..It was just to keep you on your toes, to keep you obedient. Your 'reward' for being so good.. Pissed, you started to pace around your room. That's it, you want out. You should've left the room when you had the chance. You lay there on the floor, mind numb as you stare into nothingness. That poor girlfriend, whoever they are, hoped they were okay. Why did Marco like them again? How did they even meet? Do you even remember what she looks like? You should know, he's talked about her so many times you've lost count. Charlie? Ashlyn? Abby? No.. none of those sounded right. Does it matter in the end? You should be worrying about yourself.

What if you tied your clothes and made a makeshift rope? Looking down through the window, you grimaced as you thought about it. It's too high. You're on the highest floor of the building. You laughed at another desperate thought that came up. What if you fought Marco yourself? Sure, yeah, if you wanted to get suplexed to death. Right, fight the 6'2 "maniac who goes to the gym every week and could easily pick you up like a ragdoll. There has to be someway.. Who knows how long he really plans on keeping you. It was so easy for him to drop Matheias, someone he knew longer than you - and swiftly wiped Angela off the face of the earth. You're next. Time was ticking. You sat there for a while. Thinking to yourself. Did Marco really care about anything other than himself? Is he capable of emotion? He has some capability, or maybe he plays the illusion that he does fairly well.

Without another thought, you got up, walking towards his room. Knocking the door, you called his name. No answer. You knock again. No answer. You try opening the door to check if he's inside. It's locked. Going to the front door, you began to play with the locks. Loudly banging them against the doorframe, the metalic sounds echoing the entire room. Still no response. Using this opportunity, you scan the entire apartment, looking for anything you could use or take note of. But you couldn’t think of anything. Deciding to go back to your room, you try to get some shut eye. Changing into some nightwear to get comfortable.

Eventually, you were able to find yourself melting into the matress. Dreaming about what could've been, you were sound asleep. You wished you could've stayed like that forever. Blissful and full of rest. However, it was short-lived as you felt yourself being lifted up. Groggily, you were brought up onto your knees. Slowly, you were propped up at a certain position while a warm breath fanned against the back of your neck. Your back was pressed against his chest, legs spread apart, and hands on both sides of your thighs. Fully awake and aware, you froze as you felt his hands play with your chest - barely grazing at your nipples. Alert, you tried to turn your body away from his wandering hands. Out of protest against your reaction, Marco hushed you as he pushed you back to the position.

"Ah ah ah. Nono. Stay put for me okay? Trust me"

It felt so foreign with the way he spoke to you with such geniune softness. You couldn't help but lean further against his body as he began to travel his hands further down your lower half.

"You've been so good, such a good friend to me..I've never really thanked you properly, so I'll do it now..Yeah?"

His hands now grabbing onto the waistband of your pajama pants, you went paralyzed. Why was he doing this?

"You deserve it. That's why.. Do you not like this?"

What about her? Doesn't he hate you for standing in the way?

"Just answer my question. Do you like this or not?"

You were starting to get on his nerves. So quietly, you meekly squeaked for him to continue. Even though you knew you should've denied his offer and advances, you still couldn't help but fall into him. So, lifting your hips up, you allowed him to pull your pants down.

"I just want to make it up to you, that's all..You'd enjoy something like this afterall.."

Rubbing all the right places, going at that perfect rhythmic pace, focusing on your body movements. He made sure to treat you carefully, leaving gentle kisses along your neck as he watched your chest rise up and down. Back and fourth, he left your mind in a daze as he whispered those sweet praises into your ears.

"Finally got what you wanted, huh? How long have you been thinking of this for? Hah.. And don't lie to me, I know everything.."

You didn't answer him as you focused on chasing your release. Your hands pathetically gripping onto his arms while you whined as his hands continued to play and stroke at your sex.

"It's only fair. I realised if you hadn't helped me, I would've been so lost..So good job. You did so well for me. You earned this"

Twisting and brewing, you felt the heat inside you threaten to spill as he changed his pace. His hands now trying to chass the pleasure out of you while you quivered underneath him. You were close, so close to tipping over the edge.

"I love you"

With those words that you so desperately fantasized about for years, you felt the heat in your body spread. Milking out your orgasm, Marco continued at the same rhythm, pulling his hand away after he felt you try to shove him off. Getting off the bed as he left you there to calm down, he wiped his hands dry. Smirking at you as if he had just pulled the world's most amazing prank.

"I did good didn't I?"

....What the fuck was that? Why in the hell did you say yes? Why the fuck did he- Looking at him in confusion, you pulled up your pants. Giving him a look that demanded an answer.

"Okayy fine. I just felt like it. Plus it's fun seeing you melt like puddy!"

Huh? You felt dumbfounded as he kept walking around the dark room. The moonlight providing the only source of light to the bedroom.

"It's funny..You like me. I've known that for a while..Even before the notes. You were never really a good liar."

He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.

"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "

He leaned close to your face, his hands caressing your cheek.

"I only said it to get your rocks off. And clearly..It worked~"

Well fucking ouch..A pang went through your chest as Marco moved away from you. Disregarding your feelings he kept going, the softness and genuie warmth you felt earlier, disintegrated into nothingness. Like a flip switched inside him, he was back to his comedic cold personality.

"Ohh hun..Please don't be dissapointed. I wasn't lying when I said you deserved every second of that moment.."

Circling the room, he continued to monolog casually.

"Afterall for being such an obedient dog staying put in the room..You deserved a little treat!"

Patting your head to further squeeze out the feelings in your heart, Marco left the room.

"I'll see you tommorow okay? Dream about me~"

Alone by yourself again as you laid your body on the bed. You curled yourself into a ball, grabbing all the blankets, hugging them for some comfort. His words replayed in your head, trying to process what just happened. He was fucking with you. But why? Why like that? Staring up at the ceiling with your back on the bed, you muttered a few words while you felt the shame creep up on you.

What an asshole.

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Part 3 coming soon!

You looked at her in horror as she sat there on the chair, tied up and gagged. Her face was stained with fresh tears as she struggled against her restraints. Oh god, did things not go well with her and Marco? Why was she here? You tried calming her down as she thrashed around, threatening to tip over the chair.

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[shuniverse]

rough patch ,,| l.f

🖋️ requested by anon!! this is such a cute idea I love it sm 🥺

1.1k words

💌 gn!reader, hurt/comfort, sad lixie 😭

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he’d texted you that night, just wanting to talk to you, be able to communicate.

then he called, and you could hear the faint sniffle in his voice as he sent his usual hello. it sounded sadder, more quiet than normal.

after a quite small amount of prying, just a simple ‘what’s wrong, lixie?’, he just started crying. it broke your heart as he poured out what he was feeling, the shuddering sobs wracking your own chest with a pang of sadness.

he’d confessed he didn’t feel confident in how he was performing, and no matter how hard he tried it couldn’t come out like he wanted.

of course, from your perspective, this was far, far from the truth. felix was, and is, and impeccable dancer, rapper, and singer, all on top of his stage presence, and that deep, velvety voice you adore oh so much.

you sighed softly when he’d finished, the teary call leaving a bit of a cloud over head. you told him you’d buy a ticket, leave within the next day or two.

he’d told you you didn’t need to, that he’d be okay, but you insisted. nothing hurts more than the literal sun himself seeming so clouded and sad.

so, with sweet ‘I love you’s’, you promised you’d be in Sydney to see him soon.

now, you’re on your way to him in a rented car, playing the playlist you and him created together. you’ve missed him so so much, and knowing of his struggles wasn’t helping anything.

as soon as you came to the hotel, you’re practically leaping and bounding out of your car, grabbing your luggage and the little cat plushie you’d bought for him, and dashing inside the hotel and up the stairs to his room.

you’re jet-lagged of course, but that doesn’t stop you. you knock softly on his door.

felix recognizes that knock anywhere, and he’s swinging the door open with enough force you’re worried he’ll break the poor thing.

as soon as he sees you, and your pretty smile and luggage and that cat plushie, his eyes well up with tears and he pulls you inside, closing the door, and hugging you tight.

he lets out a shaky sigh, before crying softly into your neck and shoulder, placing lazy kisses on the exposed skin from your tank top.

he moves his head to look at you with a lovesick smile and red, puffy, and wet eyes. you pout a bit, holding his face, brushing your thumb over his freckle-dusted cheeks.

his voice is rough and of a lower octave when he speaks finally. “I.. I’ve missed you, so much.”

you smile and kiss his nose. “I’ve missed you too, my dear lixie.”

he rubs little circles on to your hip with his thumb, and you just happily gaze into his beautiful coco brown eyes, which look so worn.

“my love,” he perks up to pay attention to your voice, ever the soother for him, “what’s got you so worked up?”

he gives a small frown, a cute one at that, and he sighs softly.

“shows have been enjoyable of course, but I’ve been feeling more stressed lately, more.. self conscious. I don’t feel good about what I’m doing and I can’t seem to get out of it. I try so so hard but.. nothing ever seems right. I just wish I knew why.”

it makes you sad to see him feel this way about himself, how he doubts his show-stopping talent. you want to help, and you’re set on doing so while you have him with you.

you kiss his jaw. “lixie, baby, it’s okay. I’m here now. my love, you’re and amazing performer. your vocals, dance, raps, and just raw talent are absolutely breathtaking. I wish I could help, is there any way I can? hell, I’ll even listen to you rehearse, I’ll watch, I’ll give my advice and many many many compliments. alsoo-“ you shut his eyes “- I got you a present, no peeking!”

he giggles, a big happy smile on his ethereal features.

you fish around your suitcase for the necklace you’d saved up to buy a couple days ago, and when you find it you smile, looking back at felix and holding it up. “open!”

he opens his eyes eagerly, but the cute smile on his face fades when he sees the necklace. not even two seconds later, tears are pricking at his waterline, and he pulls you in, sniffling. “oh, my love.. you’re the best..”

he softly cries, happily of course, and you rub his back, kissing his collarbone. “shh, shh, lixie baby it’s okay.. no need to cry..”

he pulls his head up and smiles at you, then looks at the necklace.

engraved in cursive spells the date of your anniversary, with two little hearts on either side. and on the back of the small gold pendant is engraved yours and felix’s initials.

he sighs shakily. “how.. how much was this?”

you smile. “not important, sunshine. let’s get some drinks and snacks, hm? we can watch a movie, relax, I’ll even give you a massage.”

he smiles, cupping your face and kissing you softly. “I would adore that my love, I’ve missed you so much..”

you’re wrapped in one another’s embrace, entertaining, massaging, talking, til night has covered the sky and felix’s eyes begin to droop.

you notice and kiss his forehead as he lays with his head atop your thighs. “let’s go to bed, sunshine.”

he smiles sleepily and nods, sitting up and walking with you to his bedroom. he strips off his big t-shirt, leaving him in only sweatpants, much to your enjoyment.

he smiles at you and sits on the edge of the bed as you strip a garment of clothing off, wanting to be just as comfortable as him. when you’re done, felix holds you and brings you to sit on his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you both sit in comfortable silence, til he’s pulling you with him so he’s all the way on the bed, his head resting on a soft pillow, his fluffy blonde hair splayed across it. you smile and snuggle up to him, on top of him, and you make your head comfortable in the crook of his neck as your limbs entangle and wrap around one another.

he leaves a peck on your forehead, his voice deep and beautiful as he speaks. “goodnight, pretty. I love you so so much.. sweet dreams..”

you smile. “night-night, sunshine..”

and you fall asleep like that, holding each other, and you want the moment to last forever.

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I hope you enjoyed! also sorry for my hiatus I’ve been busy and tired and stressed 😭

I’ll do my best to keep posting content for you guys :))

[littlehypnone]

Hi hypnooo! I've had a tough week and I'm craving some phantom fluff with perhaps cg Swiss? Or if you're up to it a cg copia! Maybe something about phantom waking up small, being left unattended, literally no one knowing he was little, walking around the ministry aimlessly, half asleep trying to look for someone, just carrying around his stuffed animal with a blanket draped around himself, paci in his mouth. little bat gets sad and whiny cus he doesn't know where everyone is, breaks down all of a sudden. Cg finds him, and they get all cuddly and stuff! But of course, take your time, only do this request of you want to! ❤️ Also i hope you're doing alright!!

im sorry you had a tough week, i hope its gets better soon. I scribbled this as soon as i could :)

950 words, little phantom (they/them), cg swiss, cg rain, some bad thoughts and fear of being left alone, but then cuddles!!!

Phantom woke up fuzzy. Nothing bad had happened, no bad dreams, they slept really well. So well that their mind slipped a bit, actually. It was alright, they’d find a big ghoul and get some cuddles. And breakfast, they thought as their belly rumbled.

The little ghoul tumbled out of bed, grabbing their plushie and their blanket with a yawn. They haven't really woken up yet. Phantom padded to the door but hesitated, looking at their bedside table, knowing there’s a soother in there. Finally, they decided it wouldn’t hurt, grabbed it and slipped it into their mouth before leaving the room.

With a few more yawns, they shuffled down the corridor of the den, looking around for any open doors. None were open, so Phantom opted for coming down to the common room. Someone must have been there, it was rarely empty.

Except it was.

Phantom walked in and they neither heard nor seen anyone. It was weird, all quiet and half-dark. It didn’t feel good.

They clumsily wrapped their blanket tighter around their shoulders and went to the kitchen. Maybe they would be able to get some snack themself and wait for a big ghoul for a proper breakfast. They weren’t allowed to try to cook when small and rightfully so.

Nothing was in a hands reach, though, so Phantom pouted and turned away, clinging to their bat. They got back to the common room and hopped up onto the couch, curling up under their blanket. They wanted to watch something, they’d get bored, but they couldn’t see the TV remote anywhere. Still, what if they turned it on and something bad would come up before they could find their favorite channel? No, it was better to wait for a big ghoul. Someone had to be about to come down, Phantom was sure.

But no one did. Not for another fifteen minutes at least and the little ghoul started to have doubts. Did they go somewhere? Did they leave them? Did Phantom forget about something? Something must’ve been wrong.

They decided to go walk through the corridor once again. Maybe this time they’d come across someone. They hoped they would.

Phantom went from door to door, not really eavesdropping, but listening in, looking for the sounds of… anything, really. If the pack was in there there should be sounds, right? But it was mostly quiet and minute after minute Phantom’s eyes were wetter and his bottom lip was wobblier. 

They were about to give up, feeling abandoned, and the tears were about to fall as they sat on the floor by one of the doors. They didn’t even know whose room it was, but they didn’t have anywhere else to go if nobody was in the den at all. They’d wait and maybe someone would come back.

Phantom curled up under the blanket, their bat pressed tightly to their chest as they rested their head on their bent knees. Their tummy felt weird and their head was getting even more fuzzier. They tried to keep from crying, they were a brave ghoul, but it was too much. They didn’t understand where everyone was.

Phantom cried silently into their blanket, slouching on the floor. They didn’t notice the door cracking open and Swiss stumbling out of the room.

“Bug?” he mumbled, obviously sleepy, as he knelt down in front of the quintessence ghoul. They lifted their head, just an inch, and Swiss’ chest squeezed at the big, teary eyes. “Oh, baby… What happened?”

The multi ghoul wrapped an arm around them and pulled them into his lap, cradling them against his chest.

“W– woke up and– and nobody was h– here,” Phantom hiccupped, clinging to Swiss tightly.

“Antsy, baby, we haven’t gone anywhere,” he whispered into their ear as he swayed them gently side to side. “It’s just early, nobody left the rooms yet. You know we would never leave you. Anyone would take you in if you only knocked.”

“I– I’m s– sorry.”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, buggy,” Swiss assured, before going to pick them up. “It’s alright. Nobody has gone anywhere.”

“Mhm,” the little ghoul hummed and nuzzled under the other’s chin, sniffling. Swiss was so warm and soft and he smelled so nicely Phantom couldn’t help but purr.

“There we go.” The multi ghoul smiled and closed the door to his room behind them. Phantom smelled something familiar, but not Swiss-like, and they wondered for a second what it was, but–

“Hi, baby bat,” they heard and perked up, looking over Swiss’ shoulder. They saw Rain snuggled up in the nest on the multi ghoul’s bed.

“Rainy!” they cheered and Swiss chuckled as he put Phantom down on the bed. They crawled over to Rain and threw their arms around him. “Thought you were all gone…”

“We would never, Tommy,” the water ghoul assured, holding them close. Swiss threw a comforter over Phantom and tucked them in, cuddled safely against Rain’s chest. Their purr kicked up again and the multi ghoul smiled.

“I’ll go get you a snack, buggy,” he said and turned to go, but a loud whine coming from the little ghoul stopped him.

“‘s not…” they mumbled. “Later? P– please, cuddles?”

How could Swiss say no to that sweet little creature?

He turned and crawled into the nest, too, gluing himself to Phantom’s back and cuddling them from behind. The little ghoul’s body rattled with their content purr, unbelievably loud for such a small thing. It could very well challenge Omega’s own, loud, rattly purr.

But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Phantom was now happy, snuggled in between two ghouls who loved them, who’d always keep them safe and who’d never, ever, leave them.

[everybodyshusband]

Do you have any thoughts on regressed Aether or Mountain? *shoves a bikkie into your pocket and runs to work*

thank you for the bikkie, troob !! <3 and thank you both for the asks !! i'm combining your asks (i hope that's alright) and this'll be one big ol' post about my current hcs for regressed ghouls :D

(under the cut)

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when he’s regressed, aether is maybe around 7-ish years old (he and mountain are the two ghouls that don't tend to regress quite as young as the others). he likes kid’s cereals and orange juice for breakfast, and he’s always ridiculously sleepy in the mornings (some things don't change; he's ridiculously sleepy every morning, especially when he isn't regressed). he pretends to be too old and mature to hold cirrus’ hand, but if she thinks he needs a hand to hold, she knows how to trick him into it (usually with a "oh, aeth, this movie's really scary, isn't it? can you hold my hand and keep me safe?" when the scarier scenes in his favourite movies come on). his favourite game is doctors, and all he needs to do to get a playmate is pull the cutest little puppy dog eyes on swiss before the multi ghoul is dramatically collapsing to the ground with a cry of "oh, no, doctor aether! i've got a boo-boo on my knee, can you fix it??"

mountain tends to regress to 10 or 11 years old. he still loves his garden, and could spend all day digging for worms and climbing trees all around the abbey's grounds. he could live off of those chocolates that look like rocks, but he also can, and will, with zero regrets, sneak into primo's garden and eat his vegetables right off of the plant (most of primo's broccoli plants have ghoul teeth-shaped bites taken out of them, right in the centre). his favourite days out are picnics in the woods, especially with rain and cumulus. they'll sit on the picnic blanket and make daisy chains for each other and mountain while the earth ghoul pretends to go on important expeditions around the forest (all within sight of his supervising ghouls, but don't tell that to mountain) and excitedly comes back every so often for a snack, a daisy chain, and to recount his adventures.

i've thought/written about regressed rain quite a lot, (and my hcs for them keep changing, haha!) but in my defence, he's just so stinking cute, and the rest of his pack thinks so too. they consistently regress to about 3 or 4 years old, and he is absolutely obsessed with dinosaurs. he doesn't actually know a lot about dinosaurs, but he can talk about how cool they are for hours and hours if he's asked. they love hanging out with swiss when they're regressed because they insist that "swissy" gives the best hugs and loves rain's dinosaur plushies the most out of everyone. he tends to get a lot of pain in his legs when he's small because he toddles around with his feet turned in and that position makes his legs hyperextend a lot more than usual, but not to worry! they have a special set of crutches they use when they're regressed that are covered in ribbons and dinosaur stickers and coloured foam to help keep them feeling small even when they're using adult sized crutches (if he's wandering around on his own, he tends to forget about the crutches, but if he's with the other ghouls, they'll usually remember for him). i'm sure there's more i could say about regressed rain but i'll leave it at that for now :)

dewdrop's regressed age is a bit of a mix. some days he's more of a toddler and other times he's an infant (he's also been known to regress to the same age as aether, but that hasn't happened very often). he's very clingy, always needing hugs or a hand to hold or a touch of some kind to be in a good mood. when he isn't regressed he has an oral fixation and that doesn't change when he's little; he loves his dummies and teethers (he has little dummy clips for them that slip around his neck so he doesn't have to worry about holding onto a soother when he isn't using it) and if he's ever without one then something's not right. when he's an infant, he loves cuddling with cumulus. he'll sit on her lap for hours and hours, cuddling up with her and sleeping for as long as she'll let him (he's a bit like a cat in that aspect; once he sits himself on her lap, cumulus knows she won't be able to move for a good few hours)

no one has a clue as to where swiss gets his energy from. whether he's an older toddler or a child, he loves moving around, especially dancing (when he's regressed it's less of a dance and more of a wiggle but shh). ...that's the extent of my current hcs for him really, the little guy just really loves to boogie KJSFHJKDH he also really loves squeezy yoghurts and fruit pouches

(i still don't know what to call him, but) the new ghoul regresses quite small. either a really young toddler or an infant. they're not a big fan of dummies/pacis (whatever you want to call them) but they love teethers. he'll sink his teeth into one of those bad boys and be happy for the rest of the day (they're one of those babies that barely chews on the teether. they'll just kind of have it in their mouth and gnaw on it softly with their mouth still mostly open). he also loves snuggling up with the ghoulettes, but he's quite attached to zephyr, too! they'll curl up in zephyrs lap and let the old air ghoul read to them softly until they fall asleep.

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i think that's about it !! i've only thought about the ghoulettes and other era ghouls as caregivers rather than regressors, but if i come up with any regressor hcs for those guys i'll put them in the reblogs :)

[jellyfish-nursery]

Could you do cg head cannons for stardust cookie by any chance :33

Stardust Cookie || Caregiver Headcanons 🌌

Although I don’t know much about him, I think I can really get creative here knowing his concept :o

» Stardust Cookie was confused at first when you asked him to be your caregiver— After all, he’s still learning about earth-bread concepts! Especially less common ones. But after a thorough explanation, he lovingly accepted your offer.

» He loves picking you up and flying you around during the night, showing you all the stars and lovely colors of the nebulas <3 He tends to avoid any place with lots of light pollution so you can *really* see everything.

» If he made you a nursery he’d totally space theme it- Example, if you’re a baby regressor and like big sized cribs, he’d get you one of these: Space themed crib soother , and definitely one of these plushies: star belly dream lite

» Calls you his “little star”, “baby star”, and nicknames of the like! If you’re a boy regressor and like more masculine themes and such, he’ll call you his “brave little comet” sometimes, or just “little comet”

» He can get a bit protective sometimes, well.. he’s more just worried about you getting hurt. If someone is making you uncomfortable or feel unsafe, he’ll try to politely tell them to go away- if that doesn’t work, there’s always that bird-like form he can take to scare them off

» After learning about them, he adores lullabies and bedtime stories. He’ll never pass up the opportunity to read a little fable or two to you

[fragmented-memories-au]

Fragmented Memories AU (👥🍎)

UPDATE!: New title is "Fragmented Memories AU (👥🍎)" All hashtags to find this au are tagged!

ART COMMISSIONED BY @loving_wally_darling on TikTok and Instagram!

This is an AU the collective has been working on for a while. We wanted to make an AU that would make other people with OSDDID feel seen, as well feel safe and find comfort in him. I plan on writing stories about them on AO3, as well as commissioning more art of him. I hope everyone who comes across them feels safe and welcome!

The main collective account is @fletus-mortem

Randall's Subsystem is @purple-moths

Please make sure to read the pinned posts!

More information below!

★ 🍎 || 🌺 || 🦴 || 🦋 || 💌 || 🧵 || 🌟 || 🐛 ★

Wallie Darling 🍎 (He/They) has DID

He has 7 known alters

Julie 🌺 (She/Her)

Barnaby 🦴 (He/It)

Frank 🦋 (They/Them)

Eddie 💌 (He/Him)

Poppy 🧵 (She/Her)

Sally 🌟 (She/They)

Howdy 🐛 (He/Him)

and one "Unknown Alter" 🕳️ (It/It's)

★ 🍎 || 🌺 || 🦴 || 🦋 || 💌 || 🧵 || 🌟 || 🐛 ★

Julie is the Mood Booster/Soother

Barnaby is the Trauma Holder/Emotional Support

Frank is the Gatekeeper/Bookkeeper

Eddie is the Memory Holder

Poppy is the Caretaker

Sally is the Anxiety Holder

Howdy is the Manager

"Unknown Alter" is the Protector

★ 🍎 || 🌺 || 🦴 || 🦋 || 💌 || 🧵 || 🌟 || 🐛 ★

Wallie, as a child, was treated differently. He was constantly locked away, isolated from the other children by Home for reasons he to this day doesn't know. As punishment for "misbehaving '', Home would lock Wallie up in a dark room for hours and repeatedly make loud noises and move the unseen furniture around, often making contact with Wally, resulting in injury.

If heard making a sound of any kind, Wallie's time would be extended by an hour. This often led to being locked up in the dark for days at a time since Wallie at the time was unable to keep himself from making noise when in pain.

When sleeping, home would make extra loud noises to scare Wallie awake, and even made "shadow puppets" stand at the foot of Wallie's bed.

To cope Wallie would put on his sleeping mask and repeatedly chant "I Am Sleeping. I Am Sleeping" as he thought this would trick the shadow puppets into going away.

As he got older he started to hear voices, feel the presence of someone who isn't there and even gained gaps in memory. These gaps were either as big as a week or as small as a few hours. Thinking it was some kind of guardian or unknown force, he began to leave notes for it. To his surprise he would get a response!

This unknown being said they were there to protect and take care of Wallie. When asked for a name, the unknown being simply said "That is not important. Just know I am here to protect you." Soon after, he found notes from other beings.

They said they were there to either help him survive, take care of himself, or somehow shield him from certain things. One even said it was there to help him feel better when he is having a bad day.

Although very grateful, Wallie wishes he was normal. He wishes he didn't have memory gaps or sometimes felt like his body was moving on his own.

He wishes he wasn't fragmented.

★ 🍎 || 🌺 || 🦴 || 🦋 || 💌 || 🧵 || 🌟 || 🐛 ★

Alter's items

Wallie- Crochet Cardigan

Julie- Pink Flower Hairclip

Barnaby- Chew Toy Necklace

Frank- Grey Diary with butterfly stickers

Eddie- Messenger Bag

Poppy- Crochet Rainbow Keychain

Sally- Starry Jeans

Howdy- Caterpillar Plushie

"Unknown"- Red Bandana

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UPDATED REFERENCE SHEET BY W_affleing ON TWITTER

[mossthebabie]

Haven't found any Owl House Agere content, so I decided to write my own.

Thunderstorm

Cg! Raine X gn reader

Reccomended for littles ages 2-5, but can be enjoyed by any age!

"Kid?"

Two weeks.

You'd managed to go two weeks without issue. Why only now were you shaking like a leaf under your bed, palms covering your ears, sobbing into your favorite pacifier?

The thunderstorm.

You never liked storms. Loud noises were torture anyway, so thunderstorms were an absolute nightmare in your eyes. You barely managed to locate your pacifier in the mess that is your backpack before a particularly loud clap of thunder caused you to retreat under the bed.

"Hey, kiddo."

Raine doesn't know you're little. They've called you kiddo since day one of meeting you. Now, of course, it feels different.

You lock eyes with Raine from under the bed, and much to your suprise, they don't question the plastic soother in your mouth. Instead, they pull your favorite plushie from the bed, the one you sleep with even when big.

"I think you need a friend. Wanna come out? I know you don't like storms. Me neither, kid. You and I can hate storms together, how about that?"

You shimmy your way out from under your bed and dive for your plushie, burying your face into the soft fur.

"Can I hug you, kiddo?"

You nod and Raine pulls you close. Their touch is warm and comforting, squeezing just tight enough to calm you.

"What do you need, kiddo? Can you show me?"

Shaking, you crawl out of Raine's arms and over to your backpack. You pull out your sippy cup, favorite onesie, and a pull-up.

"Do you need me to help you get dressed?"

It doesn't strike you as odd that Raine seems to be more than comfortable with what you originally thought they'd hate you for, and instead you nod.

"Alright, kiddo." Raine rises to their feet and helps you onto yours. "Let's get you changed and then we'll color and have some snacks."

Raine changes you into the onesie and pull-up and sets you up on their living room floor with your sippy cup full of your favorite drink, several coloring books, brand-new crayons, and your favorite snack ever!

Every bit of thunder makes you jump, but Raine is quick to redirect your attention back to the coloring pages.

With a full belly and the storm finally settling down, you end up curled in tneir lap on the living room floor, sound asleep in their arms. Big you will have a discussion about this when you're big again, but for now, you allow yourself to be tiny and safe in Raine's arms.

[lefluoritesys]

We are currently on a trip and are walking in a mall. Went into a seemingly uninteresting store. And I saw a capybara plush, the exact one we wanted to buy when we get back from our trip. Fun fact about capybaras, our sexual protector adores them to the core of their being.

And that is the story of how I got booted from front the second we saw that plushie, and came back to it in our arms, outside the store, 20 dollars spent.

We were warned about such things happening when we were first figuring the system stuff out, but I would have never expected it to work that literally, that well, and not only with littles.

(Clarification: I am not mad at our sexual protector for spending the money on a plushie. Whatever makes them happy. However, I am still going to act like I am done with this system because it is fun and makes all of us laugh. /pos)

-Physical protector & external soother

[jellycatstuffies]

Bartholomew Bear Soother

Ko-fi / Instagram

[dreamdropcompanions]

we love all our plushies but as a our mental health declines we're going to our protector plushies more.

we need to get them all out and keep them on our bed. they will keep us safe.

just for us we have some plushies we see as protectors that can protect us, our plushies or both.

we have a lot of anxiety and fear.. we don't know why we feel some plushies can protect us and some not. just mental illness we guess.

we have a wide variety or plushies to daydream about but we have been daydreaming a lot being protected and cared for by protector plushies. our soother plushies. or plushies taking care of other plushies.

they helps us cope.

that's why we got Forest! another protector plushie.. schizoaffective disorder, PTSD, DID, ASD, all of it is just so much rn.. - Andy + the dreamdrop system

[tinytinybumblebee]

Ed "too big for a paci mama" teach and his teddy's very damp, very chewed on ears

🥺💕💕!

"Soothers are for babies, like Izzy, Mama! I don't need one!" Ed says whenever Stede offers him a paci when he sees the tyke knawing on his fingers or plushies xD

Every single one of Ed's plushie's fur on the ears have dried from how much Ed chews and suckles on-

Maybe Stede is able to find Ed one of those plushies with the detachable soothers? Because technically it's still a plushie!

[autumnbell32]

Trying to listen to each piece of myself

Trying to integrate

It’s so loud, I instinctively put my hands to my ears- how’d it get so loud?

Overwhelmed I start to cry, wiping my nose with the decorative fall napkins my mother gave me before I spent thanksgiving alone.

The parts stand by in a dark alley and sigh with relief and smile, or put their hands to their faces in exhausted exasperation- finally she’s looking directly at us.

the doctor with his clipboard and red-faced watch

the soother with its big eyes and cartoon plushie body

the alarmist with her balled fists and burning, dehydrated brain (she makes me cry the most)

the bright motivator with her synth music and sneakers and hugging spring breezes

and the companion, with her pale pink shirt and quiet reassurance and gentle touches

They are all lined up for me. They are all here to help.

[puppile]

greetings everybeing ~ ! this is our age regression blog , created with the intent to explore and blog about our regression , and to create things for the community others may enjoy .

we are a system that has a ton of age regressors , age dreamers , pet regressors , pet dreamers, & syskids . however, collectively , you may call us wolf , or any cute pet-like petnames ( e.g. ; puppy , pups , cub , kitty , kitten , kit , etc . . . )

we go by they/them or pup/pups on this blog , and we prefer gender neutral terms .

our big age won ' t be revealed , however we are a minor . our little age is whatever the headmate regresses to , so for simplicity , we regress to all previous ages .

and though we don't exactly know what ages we all regress to , we do know that we can regress to these pet spaces ; puppy , kitty , bunny , big cats , wolves , deer , otter , and probably way more depending on the headmate !

we have a special interest in wolves first and foremost . we also like and have an interest in art , sonic , bluey , cats , my little pony , amphibia , the owl house , minecraft , space , dogs , lovecore , sleepycore , plushies , coloring pages , comfycore

we do not really have a big do not interact list , but some obvious ones we do not want to interact are ; ageplayers , anti-agere/petre , anti-therian , anti-furry , kink, or NSFW accounts .

after the cut is the tagging system , but it ' s extremely long

GENERAL TAGS ;

🐺 . . . ; any text posts from us when big . 🍼 . . . ; any text posts from us when in littlespace . 🐾 . . . ; any text posts from us when in petspace . 🎨 . . . ; any art or crafts any of us might make when small . 🖼️ . . . ; art we reblog from other people . 🧸 . . . ; our stuffies or toys . 🧶 . . . ; any asks we might get . 🌈 . . . ; any moodboards we might make . 🗝️ . . . ; anything regarding our journal . 🧵 . . . ; anything we reblog .

EMOJI CODE ;

🤍 ; neutral / no space ✉️ ; caregiver space 🩹 ; slipping 🎧 ; big space 🥛 ; little space 🦴 ; pet space 🎀 ; little headmate

HEADMATE TAGS ; - the emojis will be used for the tags . - only actually active headmates will be listed . so no dormant headmates are going to be listed .

AGE/PET REGRESSORS/DREAMERS ;

🌲 lupus - syshost ⟡ aesity - it/its ⟡ ageless - flip, no lean & pet regressor ; all previous ages .

🍂 anne - syshost ⟡ fictive - she/her ⟡ 13-15 - age regressor ; doesn ' t know her age .

🐕‍🦺 fluffy - companion ⟡ fictive - she/they/pup ⟡ 12-16 - flip, regressor lean & pet regressor ; all previous ages ⟡ pup , kitten

⚡ jay - insecurity holder ⟡ fictive - he/they ⟡ 16 - permaregressed & age regressor ; 12-14 & 2-7

🦦 luz - comforter ⟡ fictive - she/her ⟡ 14 - flip, caregiver lean ; 2-5

⚔️ sasha - protector ⟡ fictive - she/he ⟡ 15 - age regressor ; 5-7

💨 sonic - symptom holder ⟡ fictive - he/ring ⟡ 15-17 - flip, regressor lean ; 4-7

SYSKIDS ;

🕯️ moth - charge ⟡ aesity - he/him ⟡ 2

🌹 amy - roleless ⟡ fictive - she/they ⟡ 12-15

💦 blur - bunnykid charge ⟡ fictive - he/they ⟡ 12

🌪️ classic - roleless ⟡ fictive - they/he/it ⟡ 9-10

🌠 collector - paichmate charge ⟡ fictive - he/they/star ⟡ ageless but childlike

👹 king - charge ⟡ fictive - he/hx ⟡ 8

🎀 mary - roleless ⟡ fictive - she/they ⟡ 12

🐁 mouse - ògregulator ⟡ fictive - they/them ⟡ 3-12

🎪 pomni - batkid? bunnykid ⟡ fuzztive - she/her ⟡ 3-6

🫧 sink - roleless ⟡ fictive - he/it/🫧 ⟡ 10

🧩 sweetie - roleless ⟡ aesity - he/it ⟡ ageless, but is like a tween

🧬 paws - mulekid ⟡ aesity - it/its ⟡ 5

CAREGIVERS ;

🌲 lupus - caretaker ⟡ aesity - it/its ⟡ ageless

🚬 price - caretaker ⟡ fictive - he/him ⟡ 30-37

🍁 auburn - caretaker ⟡ fictive - she/they ⟡ ~20-25

🍒 cherrie - caretaker soother ⟡ fictive - she/bow ⟡ 14-15

🦌 fauna - caretaker naturalist ⟡ fictive - she/they ⟡ 14-15

🐕‍🦺 fluffy - caretaker comforter ⟡ fictive - she/they/pup ⟡ 12-16

🦦 luz - caretaker comforter ⟡ fictive - she/her ⟡ 14

🖤 shadow - caretaker protector ⟡ fictive - he/it ⟡ 17 & ageless

[hauntmansion]

*~⚰|Alter intro—

—BASIC INFORMATION—

⚰|• Name: Melchior or Soren

⚰|• Age: 25 yro

⚰|• Pronouns: he/him/rain

⚰|• Orientation: asexual biromantic

⚰|• Gender: nonbinary demiboy

⚰|• Species: virtual singer

—SYSTEM INFORMATION—

⚰|• Role: soother & fragility holder

⚰|• Sign off/proxy: 🌧️

⚰|• Sources: nightcords kaito from project sekai stellar swap au

—EXTRA INFORMATION—

⚰|• Likes: the sound of rain. the silence of the quiet hours of the night. romantic comedy movies. pet grooming videos. cats. rats. chocolate milk. tea. calming cartoons.

⚰|• Fun fact: I am very cuddly. one of the first things I did was materialize in headspace a version of Ansem's polar bear plushie. I like rats even though I probably wouldn't be able to pet one if we have the opportunity. I come from an au that the World Watchers system made.