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Hachi is the puppy regressor EVER and this scene proves it!! She is just a wittle needy pup﹐craving her cgs attention :c i should totally make puppyreg! hachi & cg! nana headcanons𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 :3

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You and I’ll be Safe and Sound - Pt.1

The beginning of the safe and sound au.

Notes -> little!lottie, cg!nat + tai!van, post rescue, mentions of psych ward, mistreatment of mental illness, minor mention of substance abuse

Word count: 2286

Lottie was admitted to a psych ward after they were rescued and no one was surprised. They’d watched Lottie break down in real time, nightmares and anxiety turned quickly into screaming at things no one else could see and crying over things no one else could hear. So, a few weeks after their rescue - after the media buzz had died down just enough for everyone to start leaving their homes - no one was surprised to hear that Lottie was in the hospital. What was surprising, however, was months later when Tai got a call from the Matthews’ residence.

Nat was glad she’d been there that day. She’d almost declined Van’s invite that morning in favour of hiding out behind her trailer and drinking until things became pleasantly blurry, or, at least, her head became a little quieter. But Van had practically begged and after everything they’d been through out there, Nat could hardly say no.

“Who’s calling my girlfriend at this hour?” Van exclaimed, feigning horror as she rolled over on Tai’s bed to face the landline which sat neatly on her dresser. Nat’s head poked up curiously, hands stilling where they’d been carding through Wasp’s fur. Tai shrugged, assuming it was another news company who wanted the details on their crash. She answered - surprised to hear the voice of Mrs. Emilia Matthews on the other end. Nat and Van watched closely as Tai’s face contorted. She kept the conversation short, hanging up within minutes of picking up the phone.

“Lottie’s mum.”

“What the fuck does Lottie’s mum want with you?” Nat asked, pulling herself up so she was sitting cross legged on the bed. Van sat up too, confusion warping her features. Wasp hissed lightly at the movements and jumped from the bed.

Tai sighed, rubbing at her forehead. “She wanted to know if I might come and try talking to Lottie, she said the hospital wasn’t working and they wanted to try something else before sending her to Switzerland, or Spain or wherever.”

“Switzerland? What the fuck is in Switzerland?” Van probed, just as confused as the rest of them.

“Fucked if I know,” Tai huffed, rubbing at her temple where a headache was growing. “But I guess it can’t hurt to go check on her.”

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The next day all three of them showed up to the expansive manor owned by the Matthews’ on the nicer side of Wiskayok. Nat had always felt sort of out of place on the Matthews’ lawn, their house standing over her like a taunt of her own inferiority. There was more dirt on her shoes than in their entire front yarn, she couldn’t really find it in herself to care about those things anymore though. As they walked through the halls, Nat thought if she focused enough she could’ve convinced herself it was almost a year ago, when the house was crammed with teenage bodies and spilt beer. It didn’t look very different to how it was back then - the only difference being that Lottie’s parents were actually home. “Oh, you all came,” Lottie’s dad, Malcolm, observed - clearly having invited Tai specifically because at least her parents had always been somewhat respectable.

“Yeah, we were all worried about Lottie,” Nat explained - trying not to let her existing distaste for Lottie’s parents seep into her voice.

“Well, Charlotte’s upstairs,” her mother explained from where she sat on the far too expensive, white sofa - the kind Nat knew Lottie wasn’t even allowed to drink water while sitting on. “But I should warn you, she’s not really in any condition for visitors.”

The trek upstairs to Lottie's room was familiar but eerily different. The framed photos of Charlotte Matthews in pretty pink dresses and neat little hair bows which lined the walls didn’t make any sense with the Lottie that existed in Nat’s mind anymore. Everything about this felt wrong now, like it would only make sense for the smell of burning sage and the taste of blood tea to come back to her. Nat went first, like some magnet of longing was actively pulling her towards Lottie. How long had it been? 3 months? 4? She wasn’t sure, everything since their return had been a bit blurry. Lottie’s bedroom door was open, the light of the hallway bleeding into the darkness of her bedroom. Maybe she was sleeping, though her parents surely would’ve said something. “Lottie?” Nat called out, standing in the line of the door nervously as if treading over it might just throw her right back into the wilderness. There was no movement from inside the room so she felt around on the wall to find the light switch.

The only indication that Lottie was in the room was the soft whimper she let out when Nat turned on the light. It was blaringly disorienting to have the room suddenly plunged into the fluorescent overhead light. Lottie was sitting on the edge of her bed, facing away from the door. The first thing Nat noticed was how much shorter Lottie’s hair was, cut around her shoulders now when it had always been a great pride of Lottie’s to keep it long. She was wearing a black long sleeved dress, the sort of thing Lottie would never wear voluntarily, almost as if she’d been made up like a doll by her parents. Nat had to physically swallow down the bile that was burning in the back of her throat. She’d spent all morning convinced seeing Lottie would send her back there, but now she was worried it was sending her back somewhere before that. And maybe that false sense of stability and safety was the most dangerous of all. Still, because Nat wasn’t one to back down when things got a little scary, she crossed over into the room.

Seeing Lottie’s face hit her like a tonne of bricks. Her cheeks were sunken in, her face pale as paper. But she was smiling, her eyes were warm - she was present. Nothing like the shell case zombie Nat had seen picked up from the hospital they’d been taken to after they were first rescued. “Hi Lottie,” Nat smiled, wanting to meet Lottie wherever she was. Lottie just nodded - as if maybe words were asking a little bit too much of her. Tai and Van joined Nat on either side and Lottie offered them both the same smile. It took Nat a moment to place it, just how small Lottie looked. Oh. She wasn’t dealing with a sick, shell shocked, Charlotte Matthews. No, this was Nat’s baby.

“We heard you weren’t feeling too well Sweetheart,” Tai hummed softly clearly her mind had caught up a little faster than Nat’s had. Lottie shrugged, reaching out a hand to hold onto the hem of Nat’s shirt. Nat placed her hand over Lottie’s, squeezing it gently three times in a silent gesture of ‘I love you’ that they’d once shared frequently. She was listening to Tai but her eyes were clearly fixated on Natalie.

“Mama,” She whispered, her voice hoarse and croaky from misuse.

Nat smiled proudly, crouching down in front of Lottie. “Hi baby,” She cooed. “Mama missed you.” Lottie melted at this, sliding off the edge of the bed and molding her body against Nat’s as if no time had passed at all and nothing had changed. She pressed her face into Nat’s shoulder, breathing in all the comfort she’d been deprived of. Nat held her tightly and Van and Tai both met them on the floor.

The three were still there when Mr and Mrs Matthews came upstairs to check on them, Lottie in Nat’s arms, Van rubbing her back soothingly while Tai whispered gently to her about how they weren’t going to leave her again. Malcolm Matthews coughed to alert them of his awareness and everyone looked up. Except for Lottie. She didn’t acknowledge the intrusion at all, in fact she didn’t even move a muscle. With the return of her parents, Lottie curled back up into the safety of her shell. “There’s tea in the dining room, if you can get her to come down.” His voice was low and stern, as if he hardly believed a bunch of fucked up teenagers could do anything for his daughter.

“Thank you,” Tai nodded, at least one of them would try and keep the peace.

“How does that sound, Lot?” Nat whispered gently, “Do you want to go get a drink? Maybe a biscuit?” Lottie nodded gently, untangling herself from Nat’s body but not without holding onto Van’s hand. Clingy, sure, but that was hardly anything to worry about with Lottie.

They drank tea and ate biscuits in near silence, Mr and Mrs Matthews eyeing the four girls sceptically. “She’s not usually like this,” Emilia mused. “She hasn’t eaten in days, she certainly hasn’t smiled. Nat frowned, turning to Lottie who was sitting between herself and Van as she nibbled on a shortbread biscuit. Because you haven’t been taking care of her properly, Nat wanted to seeth, but she didn’t because she knew they were trying and it wasn’t exactly their fault that they couldn’t see that their daughter just needed care targeted less towards a 19 year old and more towards a 2 year old. Or maybe it was their fault because they were fucking neglectful pricks. Either way, it wasn’t worth starting an argument about - especially not with Lottie in the room.

Lottie began to squirm in her seat, a telltale sign that she was due for a change. Except, surely not? That wouldn't make sense - not here, not with her parents at the table. Unless, of course, she truly couldn’t pull herself out of her headspace at all. Lottie glanced over at Nat, her eyes wide and pleading to get her needs across. “Lot, do you need-”

“She’s fine.” Emilia snapped. “Charlotte, come with me.” Lottie’s mother stood up, a disapproving frown playing at her lips. Lottie’s face fell, hardening into a mask of indifference as she slowly moved to stand up.

“Oh, it’s, I can take her,” Nat offered, moving to stand up as well.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Emilia tutted. “Charlotte, now.”

They left and Nat turned back to the half empty tea cup which sat in front of her. Well this was just awkward. Awkward, uncomfortable, wrong, the list went on. Van nudged her foot under the table, sending her a look that conveyed she too was feeling deeply off put by this whole ordeal. “Like we said, Charlotte isn’t well,” Lottie’s dad began to explain. “We’ve tried everything but the doctors think she’d be best going through electroshock therapy. It’ll be expensive - not that it’s an issue, but we thought we’d just see if a visit from old friends could shake her out of it first.” Nat’s stomach dropped, the bile she’d pushed down so hardly before rising back up. They couldn’t do that, not to Lottie, not to her Lottie. “Clearly it’s worked.” Mr Matthews took a long and dramatic sigh, running a hand through his greying hair. “The media is putting the blame on our family, I’m not sure if you girls have seen. ” They had seen. There had been articles in the press since before they’d even been rescued about how completely untrustworthy the airline had seemed. None of the girls had paid it too much mind though, what’s done was done. “It’s no good for business and it won’t stop until all the buzz dies down.”

The three girls shared a look, a unanimous and uneasy panic spreading between them. Nat couldn’t help but clutch onto her tea cup defensively as if throwing it across the room might stop any attempt to take her out of the picture, or whatever else fucked up thing Mr. Matthews had in store for them. “I have a property up in East Hampton, big enough for all of you girls. It’s yours, all I ask for is your silence and that you take Lottie with you.”

No one spoke, no one knew what to say. Nat’s head was reeling, the information swirling around at a hundred miles together. “You’re asking to buy our silence?” Van asked, shock waving through her voice.

“I’m happy to cover all of your expenses, whatever you need. For the others too. We just need to put this dark chapter behind us.”

Nat could just about feel words forming in her mouth when Lottie was escorted back into the room by her mother - face flushed and her eyes distant. Nat’s argument died on her tongue. This was how she could protect Lottie, this was how she needed to protect Lottie.

“We’ll take it.” She nodded decisively, sounds of argument coming from Van and Tai. Lottie didn’t seem to comprehend the conversation going on around her as she sat back down.

“We need a bit of time to think about it, actually,” Tai corrected. “We’ll call the others tonight but we really have to get going now.” Tai grabbed Nat by the forearm harshly, pulling her up as they all plastered fake smiles on their faces.

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After some heavy discussion about Nat’s impulsivity and the fact that she could not make decisions on behalf of everyone, Tai and Van had to agree the offer was probably too good to pass up. Financial stability, protecting Lottie and being with the whole team again.

Phone calls were made, minimal arguments were put up - it’s not like any of them had actually enjoyed a single line of questioning they’d been subject to after they got back, and a few days later they were pulling up to the Matthews’ East Hampton house in Lottie’s old BMW which hadn’t been touched since before the crash.

So this was home. The house was merely more than a skeleton to that, the people though, the bodies which now barely knew how to function without one another, those were the heart.

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𐔌 family gathering / evening at grandparents ﹒ ౨ৎ

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bringing giftok to agere tumblr 🙏

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EEEK these are so awesome and adorable . thank you so much for tagging me ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

horse/pony regression!

hoof socks | ears | clip-on tail (also comes in natural colors)

customizable nameplate | barn play tent | "hay bedding" shag blanket

apple treats | carrot teether | peppermints

barrel (for racing) | sticks (for jump building)* | "brick" blocks (ditto)

*you can find these outside for free. they are sticks.

inspired by a reblog from @unifoal whose username is too cute!

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guess who finally got round to writing something . me !!! not what i originally set out to do , but i really have felt like i’d like to write something , so here’s a little , very self indulgent and personal thing . content warning for (fairly minor?) discussion of mental illness and medication . lottie’s regression age is not specified but we’ll say it’s ~0-3 . not proofread . ʅ(o ᷄ω ᷅ )ʃ

✗ for lottie , regression is a trauma response . her history of mental illness and how poorly the “professionals” have treated her has resulted in somewhat complex medical trauma .

✗ lottie regressed once during a therapy session . having a psychiatrist bite remarks of considering increasing her medication dose , telling her that she’s “not getting any better” despite lottie trying her very hardest , and even callous threats of hospitalisation had left her curled in her chair , eyes wide, and unable to speak up for herself against someone treating her like she’s not even an equal human .

✗ she got home that day , got straight into bed , not feeling able to even get herself changed , and wept into her pillows . she may have felt too fuzzy to think clearly , but lottie did know that she felt shame , guilt , and disgust for herself suffocating and smothering her .

✗ lottie doesn’t cry much , it’s like her brain just can’t let her . but you can expect a tiny lottie to be the frowniest, most sour-faced baby ever . the only way to cheer her up would be to distract the Bad feelings with Good feelings . candles , low-stimulating children’s shows, colouring in, and having fairytales read to her (whether that’s by audiobook or another person) .

✗ that being said , a bulk of her time regressed is spent completely shut down , frozen in place , daydreaming .

✗ baby lottie’s drawings are a little unsettling . the scenes she draws are unclear in what they’re trying to tell , and only small details can be made out . usually there’s blocks of solid colours , trees and flowers , and disturbed patterns .

✗ lottie’s regression makes her anxious . she doesn’t have the words to describe what’s happening . she won’t tell anyone out of fear that they’ll see her as even “crazier” than she is .

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love the au you've created! could you possibly write something with little!tai? thanks!

Little!Tai - I want your midnights

Tai wakes up scared and alone.

Notes -> little!tai, cg!van, safe and sound agere au, accidents, sleepwalking

Word count: 1074

Tai woke up in the dark, on her feet, somewhere which felt not quite real.

At first, she thought, maybe this was some strange dream. The kind where she was lost and small, and crying for her parents to come pick her up. But when she opened her mouth to cry out for her parents, it was Van she called for. Before her mind even fully caught up. As the whine left her throat - a mix jumbled between 'Van' and 'Dada' which she'd rather not think too hard about - things started to fall into place. The hot tears on her cheeks which weren’t blood as she’d first assumed, the shadowed figure which was actually just a very frightened Jackie standing in her oversized rabbit pajamas and clutching Alice to her chest with frazzled bed hair. She was crying out for Van too - though her voice was less shaky and much louder than Tai thought hers had been. Everything still felt sort of cloudy, and her eyes were blinking hazily as she tried to determine her exact location. The upstairs hallway, somewhere between the flower speckled door that belonged to Jackie and the S.S which sat on Shuana's. Absolutely nowhere near her bedroom, where she was sure she'd fallen asleep.

Vague images crossed her mind - Van tucking her into bed, Van placing Miles the bear in her arms, Van promising she'd be safe. Tai didn't feel safe at all. She felt cold, and sore, and scared. And when she managed to think about it properly, she felt wet. The cold dampness on her legs only made the tears worse and the panic on Jackie's face grew.

"Van!" Jackie cried out again, so loud Tai winced in pain. Not Van, but Shauna, poked her head out from her door. Sleepy and a little cross at being disturbed until she managed to comprehend what was going on. Tai didn’t think she could’ve been any more grateful for the cover of darkness she had in that moment standing between herself and complete humiliation - there was only the soft glow of Jackie’s fairy lights to illuminate the hallway.

"Oh, Shit," She murmured, seeing Tai - small and shivering, and Jackie scared and frozen across from her. "Jackie, you go get Van, I'll watch Tai." She didn't sound particularly big, and Tai wanted to argue that Shauna shouldn't watch her when Tai was always in charge. But no such argument emerged from her lips.

Jackie scampered off and Shauna closed in. "You're ok," She promised, knowing to some extent how terrified waking up lost and alone scared Tai. "Do you think you can come sit down?" Tai shook her head fervently. That meant walking, and her grip on what was around her still felt too shifty to trust she could do that without falling straight over. "ok, that's ok," Shauna looked a little lost at this. For all her worth, Shauna had always struggled a little with knowing what to do to help when she was feeling particularly small. And while Tai could see her struggling against her brain to feel a bit bigger, she knew it was futile when she was so small and so nervous.

It didn't matter much longer, because Van and Jackie returned, Van instantly scooping Tai into her arms. "Hey baby," She murmured into Tai's neck. Tai sniffled a little, desperately scrambling to clutch fistfuls of Van's flannel into her shaky fists. "You're safe now," Van was hoisting Tai into her arms and thanking Jackie and Shauna for helping, but it all felt like it was happening on the other side of a very thick wall. The whole world felt muffled by the steadiness of Van's body against Tai’s and the softness of her sleep shirt against her face. Then they were moving, quietly so as not to wake anyone else, through the house. And Van didn't say anything about Tai's damp legs wrapping around her desperately, or the way she was still crying just a little bit. They made quick work of getting back downstairs. She didn’t dare utter a word until Van had deposited her onto the edge of their ensuite sink. Van was crouching down a little in front of her, a hand resting on each side of her body and her face a little warped with concern as she tried to soothe Tai’s still staggered breathing.

“W-et,” She managed out through broken cries. Van’s face softened in understanding, her hand rubbing soothingly against Tai’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s ok baby girl.” She hummed. “We’ll get you washed up in a sec. You just need to take some deep breaths with me first, right?” Tai nodded - because Van was right. She knew inside out the steps to calming down: taking deep breaths, washing her face, addressing the original issue. But it just felt so hard, and no matter how hard Tai tried to calm herself down, it felt like her body and brain weren’t communicating properly. Which was terrifying and only made her cries worse. Van tried rubbing her hand up and down Tai’s back in time with how her breaths should be, but it was a futile effort. Eventually, realising they weren’t making any progress, Van stopped her soothing motions. She instead opted to take her thin sleep shirt off and pull Tai against her chest.

Van’s body was warm against Tai’s and the terrifying coolness she’d woken up too suddenly felt so distant. It was like this, pressed as close to Van as she could get, that Tai finally calmed down. “No one's hurt, we’re all safe, I’m here,” were the three soft reassurances Van kept repeating until Tai finally believed them.

She pulled away eventually. Mind, still a little fuzzy but she knew that was something on account of her regression and not much else which was ok. “You did so well for me,” Van praised - as she always did abundantly when Tai got like this. She cupped the smaller girl’s cheeks in her hands and wiped away the last remaining tears. “Let’s get you showered and back in bed, hm?” Van hummed softly - thankfully making no big deal of the accident or the events which were a precursor for where they were. And, while the thought of sleep scared Tai to no end, she knew the worst that could happen was this. Her ultimately safe, and Van taking care of her, and that wasn’t so bad at all.

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Trauma Pet Regressor flags for critters who regress to cope with and/or as a result of their trauma. They may feel like a wounded animal, a scared animal backed into a corner that can only gnash their teeth and snarl or cower in fear, a misunderstood animal in search of companionship but hesitates to seek out others due to past abuse, a stray animal who has lost their sense of belonging and struggles with self acceptance and loneliness, etc. (please reblog if you save)!

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Little misty waking up after she threw up at night and quietly standing by cg Nats bed until Nat wakes up 🥺 maybe gently tapping her then hiding when she stirs because she feels bad for being a burden but also wants help

this is so sweet oh…. little misty is the epitome of “mom i frew up” lol

i can imagine misty nervously tip-toeing to nat’s room, being so careful on her feet, feeling so nervous because what if nat’s mad at her ! she knows she wants help with cleaning up the mess , but she’s so used to having to do all the dirty work herself that she feels guilty asking .

i see nat as quite a light sleeper — all it would take is a little whine and shuffle backward from misty to wake her . despite being tired and a little grumpy and maybe not the most motherly person in the world , she’d make sure to let misty know that she’s okay , and it’s okay to need help sometimes . calming her down , cleaning her up , and maybe letting misty sleep in her bed with her tonight . ( ♡ ´ ᵕ `)

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struggling a bit , and desperately want to write something for yellowjackets agere . if anyone can spare me any thoughts at all in my ask box that would be greatly appreciated . ( 〃．．)

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MAMA TAI X PAPA VAN / nightmares …

me 🤝 writing my 100th nightmare fic … been playing re2 lately and its so scary !!!! but fun !!! and i wanted to make dis bc im so taivanpilled … enjoy all :c

🏷️: sfw, fluff, agere, soft mom tai/dad van !!!

your eyes shot open, the nightmare you just had fresh in your mind. you whined, eyes teary. your nightlight had turned off during the night, leaving your room completely dark. you started to cry, covering your face with your blanket…

“baby’s crying.” van woke up to your cries coming from the monitor, trying to nudge taissa awake. she didn’t move, still fast asleep. van sighed and rubbed his eyes, getting up and walking down the hall to your room, your door at a crack.

you heard the door open and began to cry more, but saw your papa’s face when he turned the dim lamp on. “hey. what’s the matter, baby?” van went over to your crib and pulled the bars down, picking you up. “pa…” you cried into his shoulder.

“oh, baby. did you have a nightmare?” he bounced you, patting your back. you nodded in return and he sighed. “look at papa, bubba. were you playing that scary game before bed again?” he waited for you to respond, raising his eyebrows.

“sory.” you were a little embarrassed, your eyes still wet with tears. van couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness, still patting your back. “oh, sweetie. didn’t mama and papa tell you to not play that before bed?”

you hid your face in his neck, van’s embrace slowly calming you down. “wan mama.”

“mama’s sleepin’, baby. and you’ve got to too. it’s too late for a little baby to be up this late.” he grabbed your paci from the crib, putting it up to your lips. you shook your head, clinging onto van.

he sighed, turning off your lamp and taking you to him and taissa’s shared bedroom. he sat you in the bed, taissa stirring next to you. “mama.” you poked her face. she smiled, kissing your hand. “baby had a nightmare?” she asked van.

“yeah, and wanted to sleep with us.” van got comfy in bed, sandwiching you between him and taissa. “go to sleep, honey.” taissa pulled you down, wrapping a hand around your waist so you wouldn’t get up. “baba.” you asked for milk, but van shook his head. “it’s too late, bubba. it’s sleep time.”

“papa,” you whined, making van hush you and slip your paci in your mouth. “you can get a baba when you wake up, m’kay? nini, bubba.” he smoothed your hair back. taissa patted your chest while van ran his fingers through your hair, you drifting back to sleep in no time.

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Little!misty - moodboard

guess who went to the library today :-3

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this is so random but i just know little misty is an absolute fiend for animal jam. she plays as the bunny and sits in the pillow room spamming the cry emote for No Reason. she likes decorating her den, and makes sure to buy every item in every colour… just in case… (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ . oh also she grinds the claw machine like her life depends on it. she is VERY proud of her digital plushie collection