I am an adult but this a sfw blog
I is an age regressor and if you has a problem with that… please go away.
(He/They/Paw/Mutt, Masc Terms)
used to be @anxious-bby-boy
Hello! Welcome to my AgeRe Blog, please be kind or get blocked.
My name is Ghostie Boy or just Ghost is fine (not like in COD), I am an Age Regressor and this is my blog to help me get better at talking about it, spread some positivity, and maybe just maybe get less anxious about my coping mechanism in general (I used to be @anxious-bby-boy but I moved to here).
I am Paramasculine, Canfelisfluid, AroAceSpec, Panromantic and happily in a relationship with my CG! My pronouns are He/They/Paw/Mutt and fluid between Kit and Pup pronouns... I understand it's complicated so won't be upset if people just use He/They for me.
(My CG want's to remain somewhat anonymous cause they famous or on the run, you can theories, but they a they/thems and my favourite)
I am physically over the age of 18, my Littlespace is towards the 2-6 age range, the fluidity of my gender can also affect whether or not I Pet Regress to either a Kitty or a Pup but this is rarer for me.
I'm diagnosed with Anxiety, and peer-reviewed with PTSD/Childhood Trauma, Depression, Autism and/or ADHD but I am in the process of trying to get those diagnosed.
Interests and blog tags under the cut, these will periodically update and change—
You can probably tell I like green, orange, and Mimikyu but I like a lot more than that too! Marvel (mostly Spider-man but also MoonKnight, and the Defenders series), DC (mostly Superman and Young Justice), Minecraft, Pokémon (mostly Z-A but Pokémon Moon was my first game and I love it dearly), HouseMD, Criminal Minds, Bones, NCIS, The Boys, Iron Lung, Project: Hail Mary (book and movie), Dexter, Disney (OUAT has always been an interest of mine, scaley lizard man my beloved <3), BBC’s Merlin, Doctor Who, The Mandalorian (just that, the rest of the star wars stuff never really interested me), Star Trek (Spock, Data, 7of9, Worf, Jay-Den my beloveds <3), Bluey, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, music, drawing, and making a lot more, haha.
Absolute favourite movies/shows that I will and have watched several hundred times over: HTTYD (+ RTTE. The third movie didn't happen, don't worry about it), Criminal Minds, Alice in Wonderland, HouseMD, Bear in the big blue house, any Spider-man cartoon (Specifically Ultimate Spider-man 2012-2017), Lilo & Stitch, Avatar, Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir, The Mandalorian, and various Winnie the Pooh movies.
Hyper-fixations of mine (These change but I usually come back to them over and over so figured I'd write it down) : Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora, Pokémon (I specifically get really into type charts and making sure my team has full coverage... idk why, it's fun for me), and my own oc's (usually per-media, so just the bnha ones or just my miraculous ladybug ones, not usually all of them at once because I have almost 100 haha)
Feel free to ask about any of those and I’ll try my best to resond! I might even be willing to do requests for head-canons or make collages with Pinterest for requests, no promises though and if I do make something it wouldn't be immediately.
The taglist for my blog:
1. #anxious ghostie boy posts - This will be on every post signifying it's mine :)
2. #anxious ghostie boy reblogs - This will be on every post I have reblogged, signifying it's not mine.
3. #anxious ghostie boy's tra - This will be on every post containing a colouring or artwork I have personally made. trA is an inside joke between me and my partner, whenever we share art we ask for the "trA", I figured I'd continue that on here because I find it funny and this blog is for me.
4. #anxious ghostie boy babbles - this tag will be on every post I make answering any asks.
5. #anxious ghostie boy's ocs - this tag will be on every post I make containing something to do with my oc's, be it a drawing, a ramble, or something else.
6. #anxious ghostie boy’s writing - this tag will be on every post I make that is a fanfic or story or really long headcanons… it’s on stuff I myself have written.
7. #ghost's blueblood au - this tag is for my personal Avatar x Iron Lung au that I have made several posts about and am working on a fic for.
(I am new to having a AgeRe blog as well as being active on Tumblr so as I work out what the heck I'm doing stuff is subject to change or evolve over time.)
While looking around I saw people with far better headcanons for what mutant!Simon could look like so I'm updating mine! (my previous design if your curious)
TAR DAR!!
Fishy Simon :3
(he a lot scarred and teethy so be warned)
(I know it's a gacha instead of a full drawing, I've been struggling to get the ideas in my head to connect to actually drawing it and got very frustrated. I refuse to use AI so we land on editing gachas :3 )
(Yes the thumbs down is a P:HM reference but he's also just not having a good time)
Trans angler fish Simon my beloved <3
Details:
Simon wears variously coloured wraps around his stump.
His left leg is heavily scared and aches like most of his body when he walks so he was given a brace to help his mobility, probably something from The Resistance or Teylan as it's a human design.
Simon's little hip bag is to collect all the fun things like plants and rocks.
His shall/cape thing is made of scraps from his old clothes and Na'vi fabrics, Nefika made it for him.
I felt he deserved little bits of pink because it's Markiplier's favourite colour(?) and technically Simon is an ego and I felt like he deserved fun little colours.
The little leg bracelet and loin cloth are made by Simon, he'd enjoyed weaving classes with Nefika and the Aranahe clan.
His eyes still glow in the dark BUT he also has little glowy freckles amongst his scars along with his angler lure... because I say so :3
Might contain spoilers for Iron Lung, Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora, and the A:FoP DLCs as this takes place after all of that.
CWs: Not as much blood as the first part but it’s mentioned, definitely body horror/gore because mutant!Simon my beloved, lots of injuries, and lots of swearing because Simon is still very scared but he’s beginning to settle. TAP mentioned, Simon has a panic attack/trauma spiral, a knife being waved around but no stabbing, some minor stabilizing medicine done “off-screen” but Simon is asleep while it’s happening to him. When characters speak in Na’vi it’ll look like <this type of thing> just for viewer benefit, but Simon doesn’t understand it yet. Olo’eyktan!Tamtey makes an appearance along with Teylan and Okul! Spxam is the Na’vi word for mushroom btw. Still angst and world-building. Please let me know if I missed anything I should have mentioned!
Word Count: 2106
Continuing my So’lek x Simon propaganda <3
Looking around a little more, Simon noticed a knife beside him. The blade is curved slightly, and the hilt is wrapped in leather strands that end in a tassel off the end. So’lek must have left it there… surely he knows it’s there, just on a little basket shelf thing by the random bloody human he took home. Simon slowly sits up, ignoring the pain it sends through his everything, and grabs the hilt of the knife.
Now he’s not entirely defenceless.
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So’lek had stepped away for a moment to gather the few RDA rations Priya had left in his home after the humans had been called by Jake to leave the Western Frontier- he tries not to be mad about it -along with a simple Na’vi dish he made earlier- spxam and yerik meat on skewers -, the human he found seemed to be breathing Pandoran air just fine so maybe he could handle the food too… So’lek should ask again for his name or at least something to call him, calling the clearly distressed and injured man ‘the human’ felt almost rude. The Na’vi warrior couldn’t help but be curious to the stranger along with wondering why he refused to give his name before.
The human said he wasn’t sure this was real, which is an odd sentiment to So’lek… until he remembers how the Sarentu when first free of TAP all had their moments where they felt like this- being free, being on Pandora’s soil, connecting with Eywa -was all a dream and that at any moment they’d wake up in TAP again with Mercer and Harding there… Was this human held captive? So’lek finds himself wanting to ask but is unsure how.
With a bowl of food choices in one hand and some numbing salve he got from his last trip to the Kama’tire healers in the other, So’lek makes his way back to what was his sleeping and mementoes area now turned into his makeshift medical area.
“I was not sure what you could eat so I have both human and Na’vi foods if you would like to try either.” So’lek says, placing the bowl beside the man along with the salve in its own smaller bowl before backing up a few steps and sitting down to not tower over the human.
“What’s this stuff?” Simon mumbles, nudging the smaller bowl with his remaining hand, he’d hidden the absconded knife under the mat he’s half sat/half laid on for now.
“It will help numb any pain you have.” The warrior explains, “Just rub it on your skin, let me know if it does anything other than numb… I am unfamiliar with healing humans.”
Simon nods a little, listening while his eyes are darting around as he tries to get a better idea of his environment.
“Do you feel better with my knife?” So’lek asks calmly, clearly having noticed his knife is missing and there only being the two of them here, “I understand you see me as a potential threat. Am I wrong in saying you have never seen a Na’vi before? You do not seem to be RDA.”
“Is that what you are? A navi?” Simon repeats the foreign word before fully taking notice of his surroundings, he’d been coasting on adrenaline this whole time but now that it’s somewhat fading his brain finally catches up with the fact he has no idea where he is or how he got there and to top it all off he’s got a easily twice his height Na’vi in front of him who could easily snap him in half or just leave him to the animals in the forest. A feeling of fear and dread begins to tighten in Simon’s throat, the same helplessness to those around him who could make choices that could easily end with his death feeling returning like it did in the sub.
“A Na’vi. That is what I am.” So’lek repeats, “You are human, yes? I haven’t met one who looks like you before.”
“Yeah, I’m human,” Simon finds himself answering softly, sinking into himself slightly as reality catches up, “D- Don’t I look human?” He asks in return, he knows he’s missing an arm but he didn’t think the sub ride had banged him up so bad he didn’t look human anymore, sure he’s probably covered in bruises but he didn’t think he was swollen anywhere.
“Well… you have some differences from the other humans I have met… perhaps they are new to you as well.” The Na’vi slowly stands, telegraphing his moves to avoid being stabbed today, and grabs his old mirror from his mementos shelf before passing it to Simon. It might be rusted now but there is still a reflective patch in the middle. “Here, see yourself.”
“By the roots,” Simon murmurs, looking into the small round mirror and not recognising the thing staring back at him, “It… It mutated me.” He whispers, in slight shock before dropping the mirror and bringing his hand up to brush cautious fingers over the changes to his face. He knew his arm was gone, that was damn obvious, but how did he miss massive teeth growing out through the hole in his cheek; the scarring that looked almost like scales causing a trail of red hues from his temple down his neck and shoulder to what was left of his arm then further down his whole left side; or the fucking finned tail sprouted out the base of his spine.
“Mutated?” So’lek echos softly, realising quickly that this probably isn’t what this human usually looked like, “Is that how you breathe Pandora’s air? Something changed you?” He questions.
Simon starts to spiral, his breathing picked up, his hand leaves his face and finds the knife he had hidden under the mat, and he clutches the hilt of the blade so tight his knuckles go white as he curls into himself.
“It’s a trick, this is a trick, I’m still down there, this is a nightmare.” He begins to mutter to himself over and over and over again until he’s breathing too shallowly and fast to get the words out.
“Calm, calm, this is no trick… this- this is real, I am sorry.” So’lek tries to comfort, trying not to worsen the panic but also wanting to avoid any further injuries to either of them. “Put it down, put down the knife. There is no trick.”
Simon feels the knife being eased out of his hand and set aside while a large hand rests on his shoulder, it’s grounding but also scary. So’lek is so much bigger than him, clearly a warrior with all the weapons around, and could easily decide Simon is too broken to care for or keep around.
“... ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” The panicking human begins to sob into his knees, curling into himself tightly.
“Calm, breathe, there is no need for sorry.” The Na’vi Warrior wasn’t a stranger to stress or panic and definitely not trauma so he does his best to help the poor human regulate his breathing until he settles enough to speak properly. “You do not need to tell me everything now… but I am willing to listen when you are ready.”
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Exhausted after the spiral and revelations of his changed appearance, So’lek left Simon to rest again, meeting up with Tamtey outside as the Olo’eyktan plus Okul and Teylan, touch down on the small landing outside So’lek’s home entrance. Their Ikran’s, Amay and Ada, all trill and chirp before flying off with Ìley to hang out somewhere, maybe go fishing.
<He has just gone to sleep after what I believe to be a panic attack> So’lek explains after an exchange of greetings.
<A panic attack?> Teylan repeats with a small frown, knowing from experience how much those can drain you.
<You said you found him in the woods covered in blood, Ma So’lek? Was it human or animal?> Okul asks as they adjust their satchel of various medical supplies across their chest.
<I do not know, there were no injured animals or humans around, just him laying in the middle of a clearing in the woods. It smelt of human blood but while he is greatly injured he could not have bled that much without dying. It is a mystery.> The older warrior explains stepping further into his home with the group following him.
<You kept some right? We could test it, see if we can learn anything> Teylan pipes up from beside Okul, <We should probably do all the poking and proding while he is asleep, right?>
So’lek nods and gestures to where Simon is sleeping, Okul and Teylan quietly walk over to do what they came to do. Okul makes sure the Skyperson shouldn’t die anytime soon while Teylan takes a few little samples and helps with whatever Okul asks.
So’lek then turns to Tamtey and is met with a very surprised expression.
<On your call you said he was human… Ma So'lek, he has fangs growing out of his face and a tail,> Tamtey hisses softly, tugging the older warrior by the arm back outside to the landing platform so Simon is less likely to hear them and wake up and so Okul won’t be disturbed from their focus on healing the man.
<Yes… I did not realise it was unusual until the human had his panic about it, he spoke of something changing him but he did not elaborate.> So'lek grumbles, allowing himself to be dragged.
<Oh ma Eywa... No, no, So'lek. Humans do not normally have those things, he must have been experimented on or mutated somehow, perhaps something happened to him like what happened with the severed, no wonder he panicked... You thought that was normal for humans?> The Olo'eyktan asks, not exasperated but definitely curious, having known So'lek didn't know much about humans but never quite realised just how much.
<Well... The sea Na'vi adapted to their environment with fin-like tails and larger arms, different eyes... I did not know if humans had such variants too... they come in different colours.> The older warrior defends his reasoning, ears flicking back slightly as he watches Tamtey sigh and rest their face in their hands.
<Do you remember Teylan explaining cuteness aggression?> The Sarentu asks after a moment of quiet as they lower their hands and hold them at his sides.
<Yes,> So'lek answers while taking half a step backwards from his Olo’eyktan who is still learning to control all the instincts that come with such a position in the clan, <It is not my fault I do not know how humans work.> He adds in a soft grumble while resisting the urge to cross his arms with his tail flicking back and forth at the tip behind him.
<I have done my best to heal the skyperson's wounds, how he breathes or what happened to his flesh I know not,> Okul says as they approach the pair of Sarentus', raising a hairless brow at them both but continuing on, <He should rest more before you try to pry answers from him but he is awake for now, Teylan is with him to explain what we were doing.>
<Thank you, Okul.> Tamtey and So'lek one after the other.
While Okul and Tamtey talk some more outside before Tamtey flies Okul home, So'lek walks back into his home and towards Simon's resting spot where Teylan is still sitting but now Simon is awake.
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“W- We weren’t experimenting on you! I promise! Okul was making sure So’lek tended to your wounds properly and I’m just curious about you in general, no experiments, promise!” Teylan squeaks out, hands raised in defence.
“Y- You’re just curious? Why because I’ve got a fucking tail now?” Simon huffs back, hand clutching the knife again but he isn’t pointing it at Teylan so So’lek doesn’t intervene yet.
“Teylan tells the truth, I called them to check you over as you did appear in the woods, covered in blood, injured, and breathing air that should kill you, human.” So’lek deadpans as he sits beside Teylan who relaxes a little at the warrior’s presence.
“Well… my arm doesn’t hurt as much now so thanks, I guess.” Simon grumbles softly, shifting back to sit more comfortable and resting the knife beside him.
“C- Can I ask your name? Calling you ‘the human’ over and over feels a little mean.” The youngest of the Sarentu asks softly, fidgeting slightly with his glass tablet.
“Butcher,” Simon says after a moment of quiet, still not wanting to give out his real name, just in case.
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part 1 <- part 2 -> part 3
(Part 3 might take me a little longer just cause I'm struggling with it but I'll try not to make people wait forever... again)
(I’ve been kinda scared to post but we gettin’ over it!)
Mama's Boy, part 1!
part 1 -> part 2
Summary: The meet-cute.
Might contain spoilers for Iron Lung, Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora, and the A:FoP DLCs as this takes place after all of that.
CWs: A lot of blood in general but also bleeding out and blood loss symptoms, some parts might count as body horror just because mutant!amputee!Simon my beloved, Simon throws up/spits out blood once at the beginning, lots of injuries, and lots of swearing because Simon is very scared, Simon has mommy issues/really misses his mum. I made up a couple expressions and curses/prayers Eden might have that Simon learned so he’s not just saying ‘holy shit’ over and over. When characters speak in Na’vi it’ll look like <this for reader benefit> and so I don’t have to try and find a translator, but Simon doesn’t understand it yet. Brief mentions of Olo’eyktan!Tamtey, who will be my Tamtey (my Tamtey centric posts, here, and here <- this one a oneshot fic) from my playthrough so keep that in mind during this series just because this isn’t an x reader fic and it’s my own AU and I can do whatever da heck I wants mf. Might be a little ooc just because I haven’t written for any characters like this before… and POV is terrible because idk how to write, so sorry, I’m learning 😞 Agere fluff will come later, I promise, but for now angst and world-building. I do not consent to my work being put into AI in any way. Please let me know if I missed anything I should have mentioned!
Word Count: 1950
Eden curses/expressions cause why not (not all in this fic):
Holy oak = similar to ‘holy shit’ or ‘holy god’.
By the roots = similar to ‘by the ancients’ or ‘by the will of God’, just another exclamation.
May your body rot to become one with the soil of the great tree/May your body rot = ‘go in peace’ or gratitude type expression maybe said like grace before a meal. I got that from a post I cannot find again for the life of me!! >:(
Starting my So’lek x Simon propaganda <3
(So’mon? Si’lek? Either way, I'm calling this AU BlueBlood)
I don't want to die, Mama. Mama, don't let me die!! Mama! I just want to live, Mama! Mama, please! I’m sorry! Mama! I’ll be good! I’m sorry!
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Simon didn’t understand what happened; one minute, he was drowning in blood and felt like he was going to explode while that thing ripped the sub apart, or did Simon rip it open as he exploded? Did he explode? Felt like he did, and something ripped apart… but now he’s here, in agony, lying on his back in a forest. It was pretty; he didn't want to move, didn't feel like he could as his eyes drifted closed.
Wait, a forest? Everything is glowing. Simon was sure plants didn’t glow like this, but last he checked, there weren't any plants left at all… or stars, but he could see bright stars between the bioluminescent leaves above him; bright, not dark or dull or gone but bright and in so many colours, forming swirling galaxies and constellations across the inky black sky. He can’t help but tear up a little although that’s partly because of the pain blooming across his body in persistent sharp waves.
“Ugh-… wh-?” He tries to speak, but his throat feels raw, and he immediately rolls onto his side, coughing and spitting up blood that burns all the way up with tastes of metallic bile filling his mouth. The shift onto his side means he sees more of himself, more confirmation that the submarine and the eel were real. He’s soaked from head to toe in blood; his left arm is just fucking gone, ripped off just below his shoulder; his skin looks bubbled and blistered all over, with a deep, sickly gash in his remaining forearm, and all manner of gross, red, bloody gunk caked over his body and ripped clothes. No wonder everything hurts.
What Simon doesn’t understand is how he is alive. The last thing he remembers was… calling for his mother. He screamed for her while that monster screamed at him.
Maybe this is Heaven?… No, he wouldn’t be in pain or soaked in blood if this were Heaven… and his mother would definitely be here too, he hopes she’s in Heaven. This could be Hell, but why would it be so beautifully glowy and full of trees? Maybe to give him a false sense of security; that sounds like something Hell would do.
Simon feels exhausted, every inch of his being hurts, and his brain feels like it’s slowly getting fuzzier and fuzzier...
A twig suddenly snapping causes Simon to groggily turn his head towards the sound, curious about what made the noise and more curious if this is even real.
“H- Holy oak." He gasps softly and tries to crawl away by using his one remaining arm to sluggishly drag himself along the dirt despite how it furthers his agony. Standing just by the treeline with a drawn bow aimed at his head is a giant stripey blue humanoid with a tail and glowy freakles. This alien is dressed in a loincloth with light-coloured braided rope hanging from one side; a chest guard with similar braided details and little teal patterns that seem to glow with the rest of the forest; and colourful feather-like leaves coming from behind their pointed cat-like ears, attached to a thin headband across their forehead.
<Ma Eywa… How do you breathe our air, human?> The very tall, rough, warrior-looking alien speaks in a language Simon definitely doesn’t know. The warrior seems surprised by something until their expression hardens into an almost snarl.
“How are you here? Who’s blood is that?” The alien demands in English, which confuses and scares Simon more since the last alien creature thing that spoke English to him was possibly a hallucination or an eel god that wanted him dead. Before Simon can lash out or run away or even try to stand, a small white, wispy seed thing floats down and lands on his leg and then another and another over his shoulders and even one on his head.
“W- What the fuck?” he murmurs before trying to swat the little seedlings away only for the alien to suddenly crouch by his side and grasp his wrist with a small hiss.
<The Great Mother and her humans.> The blue tailed man grumbles to himself before speaking to Simon and offering him some glowing green pod plant from a pouch on his hip, “Do not hit those, they are sacred spirits. I am So’lek, I will not harm you… Eat; it will heal you.”
“Ff- Fuck off,” Simon growls with what little strength he has left, trying to tug his wrist back, but damn, this So’lek is strong, easily twice his size, and Simon can feel himself getting dizzy as the edges of his vision darken since he’s definitely still bleeding from somewhere or everywhere, it’s hard to tell.
“Eywa has put you on my path, human; either die here bleeding or eat, and you might survive,” So’lek growls right back, holding Simon’s wrist tightly despite the blood everywhere and holding the Dapophet pod to Simon’s mouth. Will a Dapophet pod’s healing properties work on humans instead of poisoning them like the rest of Pandora’s flora? So’lek doesn’t know… but he didn’t think they could breathe Pandoran air either, and yet, here we are.
Figuring he might die either way, Simon relents and takes a bite from the pod, which floods his mouth with a texture and taste he's never experienced before. It's juicy and runs down his chin slightly; it's sickly sweet with a weird bitter undertone, and it's squishy... but it’s way better than Eden rations or prison food.
"The Dapophet will keep you alive for now." So'lek coaxes most of the pod into Simon's mouth before making a sharp yip noise to call Ìley. The Ikran lands a few paces away, and if Simon was more with it and not actively bleeding out, he'd probably be freaking out more about being carried by an alien and placed on the back of another alien, with the first holding him securely as the second takes off into the sky... It's a lot; it's overwhelming and terrifying, and Simon is pretty sure he passed out at some point during the flight.
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Simon wakes with a jolt, sitting upright and looking around his new environment with wide eyes, his breathing picking up as he sees the enclosed space of a cave. Simon barely registers that he’s mostly clean of the blood now and not in as much pain as before.
"Calm, calm, you are safe; I will not harm you. I healed you… mostly." So'lek's gruff and slightly surprised voice greets Simon's ears again, along with blue hands on his shoulders trying to keep him laid down.
"G- Get the fuck off me! I know this is another trick! You can’t keep me down here!" Simon snaps, trying to claw or bite or punch his way to freedom, but it just exhausts him again.
"There is no trick; calm yourself before you injure yourself more..." The warrior huffs, "You are safe here; I wish no harm to you now. I did before but Eywa decided to spare you."
"W- Who the hell is Eywa, and why do they care?" The slumping human grumbles, trying his best to glare up at the tall blue alien; his vision is swimming again.
"She is the Great Mother, Goddess of Pandora... Those were her spirits that landed on you in the forest, a sign for me not to release my arrow through your flesh." So'lek explains, "I brought you to my home to heal you and clean off all that blood... I am no healer, so I stabilised you before I contacted m- my Olo’eyktan, my clan leader, who is bringing a better healer, perhaps a Tsahìk, here for you." So’lek really isn’t used to having a clan he can rely on… but the moment Tamtey heard over the radio that So’lek found a blood-soaked human in the woods breathing Pandora’s air, they dropped everything to bring a proper healer and Teylan along to research the hell out of how a human could be breathing Pandoria’s air without consequence… along with some minor grumbles about how he needs a damn break.
"Mother?" Simon murmurs, zeroing in on that part without consciously processing the rest of the words spoken. Simon remembers being in the sub and screaming for his Mama... maybe this Eywa goddess heard him somehow and took pity on him, if she’s even real. "W- Wait… How do you know English?"
"There are humans here, the RDA; they want to take over Pandora. The Resistance is stopping them. Those humans left a mark before we could force them out. I learned a few things from them." So'lek explains; however, it feels like there is more behind his words than just 'Yeah, some humans taught me English,' but before Simon can press, he's interrupted by So'lek asking a question of his own.
"How do you breathe Pandora’s air? It should kill you."
"I- uh... I don't know... I don't even know how I- I got here. Last thing I remember was-... was bein' on a moon left to die." Simon says, the cliff notes version, and So'lek isn't ignorant enough of the pain in the human's voice to press.
"You are here now... Here it is safe. What is your name?" The warrior asks instead, gently adjusting the bandages around what's left of Simon's arm as he does and ignoring how Simon flinches.
"S-... I don't want to tell you... n- not until I know this is real." Simon whispers, ducking his head slightly and looking around the cave he and So'lek seem to be in.
So'lek said it was his home... It looks homely enough. Simon is currently laid on a decently comfortable woven mat; he can see some kind of shelving behind him, a hammock a few steps to his right, and an opening in front of him leading to more cave with another mat in front of another little display with something dangling from the roof and what seems to be a weapons area beside that with racks of armour, bows, and guns.
"You have been through a lot... that is clear. Rest for now; I will bring you something to eat and clean clothes… I promise you will come to no harm here." So'lek assures before standing and walking off, leaving Simon to process the injuries, rest, and also come to terms with the facts.
Lying down, Simon takes a mental assessment of what the hell is going on. He’s on another alien space rock, one with giant blue people and glowing forests and big ass flying things that the blue people ride. He’s currently in a cave. So’lek cleaned most of the blood off his skin, but his clothes are still drenched in it; So’lek dressed his wounds and left him alone to rest and process with the promise of safety, clothes, and food when he came back. There’s even some kind of healer on the way, brought by So’lek’s clan leader… It's too good to be true.
Looking around a little more, Simon noticed a knife beside him. The blade is curved slightly, and the hilt is wrapped in leather strands that end in a tassel off the end. So’lek must have left it there… surely he knows it’s there, just on a little basket shelf thing by the random bloody human he took home. Simon slowly sits up, ignoring the pain it sends through his everything, and grabs the hilt of the knife.
Now he’s not entirely defenceless.
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part 1 -> part 2
(eeeeeee!! I hope people like part one! Part 2 will be out soon I just have to make sure I link it right! Idk how many parts there will be so bear with me… This fic could be a in the future sequel to my Painted Hands oneshot or just the same AU idk yet, neither are connected much other than So’lek being a main-ish character in both haha…. oki, buh-byeeeeee :3 )
I was going to add this after a reblog but y’know what, no, this deserves to be its own post.
(cw: i got swear-y and mention kinks often confused for agere.)
Calling it “impure” regression is ridiculous and damaging to the whole community.
again for the people in the back,
Calling it “impure” regression is ridiculous and damaging to the whole community!
I am not “impure” for being fucking upset and expressing it, I am not impure because I cry or tantrum when upset and regressing.
IT IS A COPING MECHANISM!
of course I’m going to cry, get overwhelmed, get angry, get anxious, get depressed while trying to cope! Be it cope with past or present trauma or just a low mood.
A coping mechanism cannot be sunshine, rainbows, and glitter all the damn time.
Being upset doesn’t make you impure.
You would’t call painting to cope “pure” and “impure” based on the subject matter, you wouldn’t do that with journaling, therapy, going for a walk, whatever other healthy coping mechanisms are out there. And yet Age Regression is the only coping mechanisms constantly split into “pure” and “impure”, it doesn’t make sense.
Also, just so no one tries it. Padded agere also isn’t impure. I’m a padded regressor, I wear padded period undies and want to eventually get fun nappies with cute patterns, I don’t even need or really use them but it helps me feel comfortable and secure and safe and that’s all that fucking matters.
Y’know what should be called “impure regression”? Ageplay and ddlg/mdlb/etc. Those are kinks. To be honest, I don’t care what people do, have fun in your corner (being safe, sane, and consentual) and I’ll just stay in my corner but at least it would make more sense to call it “impure regression” instead calling feeling tough emotions when age regressing “impure”.
The more times I rewatch Ultimate Spider-Man 2012 the more I realise that that Peter Parker in specific is basically a canon transmasc age regressor who's totally poly for the team... and most of the team is probably some kind of agere/agedre too.
If you've watched the show you can probably guess why I'm saying these things but I'mma give evidence anyways!
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Transmasc - There's a scene in an episode I can't remember for the life of me but Power Man says in reference to the villain of the ep "We're being tossed around like dolls" to which Spidey responds "I prefer action figures" which to me is very trans coded (protect the dolls) . Also in the first Cloak and Dagger episode, Peter relates Dr.Strange's cape to "like wearing a dress" when he trips on it then tells the audience something like "forget I said that" but also the usual instances of Spider-man wanting to be seen as a MAN. I know it's usually in reference to wanting to be seen as an adult but let me live in my delusions, okay?
Agere - When Peter finds out Fury put cameras around his house, it shows some footage of Peter being tucked into bed by Aunt May and she's not only reading him a story but he also has a teddy bear. There are also instances of him playing pretend as different characters-- one of them being Nova where he pretended to fly around his room --in both that same episode and many others. Not to mention season 2 episode 12 and every other time he's imagined himself as that little chibi version. Bonus mention of Danny's iconic line, "I feel the urge to tantrum." In s2 ep12 :3
PolyTeam - I mean... okay, this one is more my headcanon but c'mon! Danny and Luke definitely got together first in my head, had a somewhat open relationship at first-- I'm talking like pre-shield team here --but it wasn't quite right, then drew Sam and Ava in after a while of working together and then Peter when they all moved in together for a while. <3
They all kept these paci's in for several minutes btw
(Sorry for the horrible quality, i wanted to show all of them and Danny kept getting cut off in later scenes, if someone has a decent screencap or something please send it my way!)
I want to ramble about one of my DC OC's... so imma do that, this is my blog >:P
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So this is Sul, short for Sulien!
(The drawings with my @ on them are drawn by me but everything else is from various sources on Pinterest... also ignore how it's the @ for my old blog, i can't be bothered to try and fix it)
‧₊˚✩ Sul has a similar shtick as Shazam in which hy has two forms: one being a 4-ish year old white haired boy with massive scaring over parts of hymns body (face and torso mostly) and the other being a giant humanoid being of solar energy with solar flairs for a "face". The difference from Shazam is that Sul's "powerless" form as a 4 year old wont age, hy is stuck in either a very young body or a very powerful one the size of Saturn (yeah, I measured) and so that leads to a lot of mental and emotional development issues because hy's basically stuck as a kid forever.
‧₊˚✩ In my canon, Sul is about twenty when the Justice League discovers hymn... while Sulien nearly destroyed the Solar System... It took some convincing but Sul agreed to live in the Watchtower with J'onn and Clark as hymns unofficial guardians.
‧₊˚✩ How did Sulien keep hymns powers hidden for so long? I hear probably one of you asking, WELL! How Sulien got hymns powers had a part to play with that. Sul got these solar powers from some kind of Sun God (I haven't decided on who or if I'll make one up yet but just know they suck) looking for a "vessel" or instrument for destruction-- think like how Khonshu needs the Lunar System for Moon Knight, right? Kinda like that but very much dramatic --anyways, when this Sun God chose Sul they then whisked the freshly powered up kid away to wherever to train these powers and funnel the rage and manipulate this kid into being the perfect weapon to point at whatever annoyed this God and have Sul blow it up with star lasers or smth. After about 16-ish years of this training, the God sent Sulien back to Earth for a kind of test run and was stopped by the Justice League and then Sul was rescued by the Justice League.
‧₊˚✩ Sul's powers directly affect how hy sees hymnself so this affects hymns gender too-- you've probably noticed the pronouns haha -- so Sulien uses hy/hymn pronouns (so he/him/his/himself -turns to> Hy/hymn/hymns/hymnself). Sul is "Solastellic" / "Sunboy" because I was indecisive and couldn't think of something that fit best to "A masculine Sun in the middle of a vast void, that's Sulien's gender" :3
(Blue hair and proverbs /j)
‧₊˚✩ Because of the solar energy just constantly within and around Sul, all of the Kyrptonians love to hug or just hold hymn whenever they can. It feels like a shot of expresso to their cells/powers and Sul enjoys being held and will generally melt into their arms and just be carried around for as long as they want to hold the boy. It took a while to build to that level of trust, the first person Sul went slack and fell asleep on was Clark who then refused to put the kid down until hy woke up.
‧₊˚✩ Sulien is in the body of a 4-year-old and has been for a very long time, so while hy isn't totally mentally a toddler and hy isn't totally mentally an adult either. It's a very complicated and unique situation. Why doesn't Sul stay in his powered up form all the time? Good question, hy can't. Hymns powers have a sort of "recharge" cycle, Sul can be in hymns powered up 'Red Dwarf' form for about two days until hy is forced back into the powered down toddler form and then has to stay that way for a day until Sul can power up again. Sulien is very much a "break glass in case of world ending event" type hero.
‧₊˚✩ Much to Sul's frustration, hy struggles with things young toddlers struggle with be it just generally struggling to walk around like hy's learning for the first time, struggling to say/understand complex sentences, or incontinence which means hy is padded (Clark got Sul superhero nappies however it backfired because Sul would feel really guilty about using them and cry because "I peed on my fwiends! :( ") Sulien also has a dummy (paci) and a stuffed toys to help hymn self regulate when having meltdowns or tantrums. Sulien might have a lot of lived experience but hymns brain is developmentally and physically that of a young child and it shines though strongly at times of emotion distress or exhaustion.
‧₊˚✩ Sulien also doesn't get the "Wisdom of Solomon" or anything like Shazam does so even when powered up Sul isn't an adult. Yes, Billy Batson is still immature as Shazam but he's more capable of adult reasoning as Shazam than as Billy if you get what I mean. Sulien gets quietly jealous of Billy because of this difference in their powers but they are close friends.
‧₊˚✩ After a couple years of building trust Sul started calling Clark "Daddy" and J'onn "Mama" ... the first time it happened J'onn cried. Sul ends up calling most of the Justice League some kind of familial nickname/title as they are the only family hy has. Also Genderqueer J'onn J'onnz my beloved <3
‧₊˚✩ I like Superman x Martian Manhunter but I'm also fond of Superman x Batman... and Superman x Batman x WonderWoman... and Batman x Martian Manhunter... Superman x Lois... Superman x Batman x Mr Terrific... y'know what, PolyJustice League <3 (not with Shazam or Sol, they are "kids" don't be gross.)
‧₊˚✩ Superman x Mister Terrific x Manhunter x Red Tornado (even androids need love) x Wonder Woman x Batman x Aquaman x Flash x Green Lantern(s) x Cyborg (when he's an adult, don't be gross) x Green Arrow x Black Canary x Hawkgirl x Firestorm ... there's more League members but I can't think of them all or just know them from Young Justice where they are teens (Zatanna and Blue Beetle) but you get the idea, all of them are in various flavours of love and it's wonderful.
(Yes, these are in order of my favourite League members <3 )
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Okay, bye, I'm gonna try and write more of my BlueBlood AU fic and hopefully post it soon!!! I'm sorry to anyone who's waiting for it.
(If you notice any spelling or grammar mistakes... no you didn't)
I'll probably make little single versions and add nationalities, ages, who's a regressor, and relationships... but for now enjoy the colours and Megalovania for 6 minutes :3
(Yes it's just Megalovania for 6 minutes but it was the only song I could think of and it's my first ever speed-paint with music be nice to me!)
- Porter is Panromantic, Demisexual. (Peter is Bisexual.)
- Suit glows in the dark. :3
- Hide his extra spider-legs under hoodies because he doesn’t like them.
- AuADHD and C-PTSD. (the C- part of the PTSD is a “self diagnosis” because he can’t exactly tell anyone about all the stuff he’s done because secret ID’s)
- AgeRe, O to 5 range. (Peter regresses to a similar age too.)
- Based on an Bold Jumping Spider + Wolf Spider
What’s funny about this is that while drawing his legs i was looking at references but i have pretty bad arachnophobia so I didn’t look up Wolf Spiders at all!
His appearance is based mostly on a Bold Jumping Spider but he doesn’t have venom- like a Wolf Spider -and has more “heightened” spider traits/behaviours than Peter (not that he has none btw)
- uses kids products to help motivate showers, brushing teeth and brushing hair
- cocoons themself in plushies and blankets, staying in bed all day and barely sleeping at night
- uses kids dishes and nastolgic meals when struggling with low appetite
- uses a sticker chart and reward system to try and feel excited and productive about chores
- cling to fictional cgs from comfort shows
- use diaps when they are too tired to get up to potty
- whine for a cg they don't have
- struggle to remember to eat, shower, change clothes, brush their hair or teeth or take medicine
- struggle to get excited about their interests
- lack the energy and/or time to regress
- struggle with nightmares and use their stuffies to comfort then
- only have the energy to be a completely dependent baby and nothing more
- who are both too scared to ask to be cared for, but also too uncomfortable to regress alone
- who feel a ton of shame, anxiety or guilt during and/or after regressing
- who can only age dream due to intrusive thoughts or anxiety
- who rely on regression completely for getting out of bed in the morning and falling asleep at night
been so depressed recently so I thought I'd share this. I truly could go on and on about how my regression is integral to my depression. I hope some of you can feel seen from this !
