So uh y’all can call me Badger, Bo, or even Tubbo as I’ve had that nickname for a while (yes it is from the content creator me and my friends really enjoyed it - I still do - and so we gave our friend group nicknames based on the characters and I got Tubbo.)
I write fanfiction, I likely (my friends parent - who is a doctor - already thought I had it & I have a lot of the symptoms) have EDS specifically hypermoblie EDS (I don’t know how to spell it so bare with me, edlers doulos syndrome, is a collection of connective tissues disorders, which basically means my joints suck and I’m in pain pretty much all the time and my joints will give out occasionally and I can bend in unnatural ways.), I have adhd & autism and probably an anxiety disorder, I’m an age regressor, im transmasc agender (he/it/they), and currently I’m going with the label of aroace, I’m not technically allowed on here so uh yea incase I go silent.
I truely don’t know what else to add other then please don’t talk to me about all the MYCT drama, and please don’t mention it on my posts. Please no NSFW interactions.
I’m going to be using the two tags of Badger yaps and Badger writes from now on :p
YOU ASKED FOR MORE REQUESTS. SOOOO Little Ghostbur? You can pick the caregiver, or make it a solo thing, but I want him to regress after Friend dies :0 He’s just a baby! He forgets how infinite canon lives work…
Yess! So we’re gonna pretend that even though he’s a ghost he can still like be like ?touchable? Also the animals don’t immediately despawn they have like bodies for a bit before they fully disappear… Idk y’all just go along with what I say 😭🙏🏻Okay let’s get started shall we?
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Third person POV
Ghostbur was trying to lead Friend along but Friend just kept stoping! It was annoying! So Ghostbur was trying to make Friend keep moving but it was one hit too many and Friend died, “Friend? Friendddd wake up! We gotta get to Phil’s!” Ghostbur whines pulling at Friend’s leg. “C’mon! Wanna see Phil!” The boy cried starting to get upset, he paused looking at the sheep’s head, seeing its eyes closed and whined “is not time for a nappp!”. He tired for a little bit longer to ‘wake’ the sheep up before flopping down half onto Friend and half on the ground, realizing he couldn’t hear Friends heartbeat he got up quickly, confused. “You sleepin, righ’?” He shook the sheep’s body harshly, beginning to cry. “Friend! Wake up! Pleas’!” The boy just wanted to see his dada an now Friend is gone an he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. He just cried for a long time holding onto the sheep’s fur tiredly.
Phil was told that Ghostbur was on his way over with friend over two hours ago by Tommy but he still hadn’t arrived, it gave Phil an awful feeling in his stomach so he set out the way he thought he’d be coming. He found the boy lying on the ground with blue wool beside him and no Friend in sight. Phil’s heart broke a bit seeing it, he gently lifted the boy, grabbing the wool beside him, and held him tightly as he set out on the journey back to Phil’s. (Phil’s holding him on his hip with Ghostbur’s head on his shoulder.) it wasn’t too long before the boy started waking up, “Mm… dada?” He asked tiredly. “Mhm buddy, we’re heading to my house right now, everything’s okay.” “Frien’?” He questions quietly, “I haven’t seen him yet buddy…” Phil responds the boy begins crying again. Phil just rubs his back and hopes that he sees Friend soon, he typically spawns back close to where he died.
When Ghostbur figured out where he was again after just spacing out. “Hey buddy, you back? Here have some blue…” Phil said handing him some wool and his stuffie of Friend. Phil set him down on the couch and walked away for a moment, “wanna hear a story?” And the boy just nodded and clinged closer to his dad. “There once was a girl, she had a cat, her and this cat went everywhere together then one day the cat waited at home like usual for its human only for him to fall asleep beside the door. When the girl got home she opened the door and looked waiting for her cat to run up to her, but after a minute of waiting she starts worry, and walks around, she begins crying and crying until she felt something paw at her hand, she moved her hands, opening her hands, and right there was her cat, he’d never left, he was just resting till he knew his girl needed his help.”
Phil just continued to comfort the boy hoping he’d see Friend soon, and after a few hours the boy was playing quietly and Phil got a transmission. He quietly slipped away checking it, it was Techno, saying he’d seen Friend out by the chickens. Phil quickly responded with a “thank you I’ll go get him!” Walking back to where Ghostbur was. He walked over and grabbed the boy up into his arms and spoke “C’mon I got a surprise bud!” He began walking out the back and to the chicken pen. Ghostbur looked around sadly at the other sheep before spotting something blue in the corner, he tugs on Phil’s arm, “dada! Dada! Frien’! Frien’ here!” He laughed. Phil smiled and gently put the boy down when Friend was completely in his sight, he watched him happily run to the sheep and cling onto it.
Phil made sure to get a picture as he watched Wilbur just play with the sheep not letting it out of his sight, the flowers on him seemed to glow brighter and the need for the blue he constantly clung too diminished even just slightly. That boy played for hours, bringing friend everywhere and cried to Friend a couple times on how he can’t disappear again, he’d miss him too much. He fell asleep clinging to Friend and Phil just stayed beside him after grabbing a blanket. When the boy woke up he was big again but he still hung out with Phil until leaving for somewhere he didn’t mention fully.
Yippie, request done! Dw chat we have another one I’ll start in a few hours, should be out tmrw or the day after.
I once heard this thing about EDS, that we have softer skin then y’all’s, and honestly so far I kinda believe that’s true and that kinda makes me sad beacuse idk if it’s just me but when I’m tired or just want like touch I’ll just run my hand over my arms, face, or sometimes my legs and like what do you mean some of yall probably can’t/wont feel as nice for you :( idk if this is odd… I just woke up…
Okayyyy! Let’s go, (fair warning I’m kinda bad at writing headcannons, and I picture him as a little more often so I’m sorry if these aren’t the best!)
-~- he’d definitely make sure like his little is comfy and taken care of.
~-~ if they want to play he’ll definitely join in! Oh theres a dragon that needs slaying so that the baby doesnt get hurt? Techno to the rescue!
-~- The voices definitely quiet a lot when he’s taking care of his little since it’s just calming.
~-~ if his little had a nightmare? Then he’s definitely holding them tight and whispering reassurance until they fall back asleep.
-~- fussy regressor? He gives extra patience and tries to make sure there’s nothing to truly fuss over.
~-~ he’d definitely take his little to see Steve and help take care of animals, always making sure they had the proper gear on before heading out.
-~- definitely hums and signs to his little, just gentle tones to calm them or help them fall asleep.
~-~ if they regressed randomly? Or in front of others? Goes with their preferences on if they want to be a know little making cover stories if necessary.
-~- reads bedtime stories or stories in general, he definitely takes advantage of when the little is really tiny and doesn’t understand what he’s saying and reads ‘big’ books like the art of war.
~-~ clingy little? He’s strong enough and coordinated enough to hold them doing practically anything.
-~- sick little, oh my! Poor thing! Let’s have some naps and watch cartoons! Everything will be better soon, tiny.
~-~ trans little? Always calling them by their name or by masc/fem/enby nicknames, and always helping on those extra bad days.
Okay, I don’t know if this was the best but I tried, I’m always open to more suggestions or adding to this if that’s what’s wanted, thanks for the request Anon! :D
YALL PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS I HAVE NO MOTIVEATION AND I NEED SOMTHING TO DO TMRW.
I’ll do
Fandoms:
911 (regular, Nashville - maybe, and lone star.)
Project Hail Mary
DSMP
The Pitt
Types of oneshots:
Agere (this is the one I typically write)
Day in the life
Sick
Idk js request things and I’ll decide if I’ll write it.
I won’t do/ uncomfy:
Nsfw :(
Please guys I need somthing idc how many you request you can request like five+ idc pleaseeee. Ill do almost anything and if I won’t do urs I’ll kindly say I’m uncomfy with that or smth please guys
Alright guys, I’ve got a question. Would we be interested in Agere project Hail Mary, the Pitt and 911 (regular, lone star, and maybe Nashville?) ofc we’d have requests for those as well but would anyone actually read it?
Alright guys, I’ve got a question. Would we be interested in Agere project Hail Mary, the Pitt and 911 (regular, lone star, and maybe Nashville?) ofc we’d have requests for those as well but would anyone actually read it?
AHHH YOU TAKE REQUESTS. Could I request little Ranboo and caregiver Phil? Something making Ranboo cry (Can’t find Enderchest maybe? Or upset he forgot something ooo…) and the tears are ow because #enderman. And just Phil with big wing hugs. Wrap crying little one in wings. Must comfort chick
I’m using he/they for Ranboo btw y’all, I also feel like Ranboo is such an overwhelmed little, often crying, which is so difficult for him, constantly burning himself then crying more because owie.
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Ranboo had been staying with Phil for a few weeks now, and the teen had been trying to find good ways to store his stuff in the house, they didn’t exactly know where since even though they were tall, Phil could fly. Yes, if they asked Phil not to look at like a specific chest he wouldn’t but he really didn’t want to ask that of Phil. It’s not like Phil didn’t know he regressed, he did, he knew basically all the regressors in the severs, but it made them feel odd to have their gear out in the open. Eventually they found a place that was suitably hidden and now they were trying to find Enderchest he could’ve sworn she was in the living room but when he teleported she wasn’t there, he just wanted her, but every place he checked she wasn’t there.
“Enderchest?” They called, now getting more panicked, beginning to have a panic attack, they run outside trying to find her, his voice turning horse as he called for her. Where in the world had she gone. They drop to the ground the snow seeping through their clothes to his skin, melting and burning it hurt and they didn’t know where she was, what if somthing had happened, what if she ran away? Why would she do that? Does she hate him? Does everyone hate them? Is everyone just lying? His chest hurts and his legs and skin burnt, when had they started crying? Why would everyone be lying? Beacuse people lie! Beacuse they are using you! They clamped his hands over his ears. That won’t work! Useless! Their bear thing was so quick now everything is getting cloudy….
“Ranboo?” Phil questioned walking towards the boy, why was he laying in the snow? Their unconscious. “Ranboo? Hey, hey wake up for me?” He asked gently picking them up in his arms. He quickly brought the boy inside, laying them onto his bed and went to grab bandages. As soon as he got back and could see more with the light his face crumbled, bruns on their face, arm, and legs. From the snow melting. But what had he been crying about? Focus. Phil began bandaging his legs first so he’d be able to put a blanket on them to warm him up. Soon they began waking up and fussing as his arm was held away and everything hurt. “Hey buddy, everthings okay I’m just trying to make you feel better.” Phil hums. When the fussing continues Phil picks them up and cradles him on his lap and rocked him gently whipping any tears away before they could continue to hurt the little.
When the little looked up at him and saw his face they. Began crying more, “‘top preten’ing” “what am I pretending fledging?” Phil asks. “You lik’ me!” They cried and Phil just comforted the little trying to make them stop crying. “Hey hey, it’s okay I’m not pretending tiny I do like you, everything’s okay, what’s got you so worked up?” He soothes holding the boy tighter to his chest and wrapping his large wings around them. “En’erches’ gone” he whines curling up more. “I’m sure shes just gone on an adventure tiny, she loves you!” Phil says slipping the boys fingers out of his mouth, standing with the little still in his arms and surrounded by his wings. He hummed looking around for the boy’s little stuff. “Ranboo, baby, where’s your little stuff?” He asks quietly after looking for a bit. “Roof” the little says tiredly. Phil lets out a small chuckle and gently removed his wings from around the boy and set him on their bed to fly more towards the roof, finding the chest and grabbing a paci and bottle out of it.
After gathering the stuff the little would want Phil picked them back up and began back downstairs, pausing in the kitchen to make a bottle for him. After a bottle was made they went on their merry way to Phil’s room to relax. Phil sits down and holds the little in his lap making sure he was comfortable before doing the trilling thing that calms so many littles and fledglings and giving the baby his bottle. As Ranboo got sleepy Enderchest appeared at the foot of Phil’s bed and came up beside the two laying down, Phil had an idea of where she’d disappeared too (under Phil’s bed) but he decided not to bring that up as Ranboo fell asleep. Phil gently took the bottle out replacing it with his paci and wrapped him up in his wings more. It had been an eventful day for the little so Phil knew they’d sleep for a while, so he turned on a quiet show an just relaxed occasionally petting his hair and Enderchest’s fur. “Sleep well Boo.”
Goin insane so guess who gets to go through my issues! (It’s Techno.) yay! I love projecting! (He’s going to be small.) (Theres cursing, and I’m more projecting my pain & mental issues onto them not actual occurrences that have happened to me. I only have a cane and I got that yesterday so I haven’t dealt with school with a cane yet.)
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Everything fuckin hurt. And Techno just wanted to lay down but guess what. That fucking hurt too! They were done with people and with living and now TikTok was just baiting them to fall back into the pit of depression. They just wanted to relax after being forced to practically toss themselves into a flare up, but no, fucking joey took their cane while they were just trying to get to class and wouldn’t give it back till hours later when Techno finally had a class with him again and the teacher noticed Techno had no mobility aid even though they always have either their cane, crutches, or wheelchair on the worst days, thus noticing that Joey was fucking around with a suspiciously similar looking cane to Technos.
Unfortunately Techno had been forced to walk with no aids and no breaks for an hour and three passing periods since they had to do a ‘game’ during history which was literally just standing and walking around trying to find these random partners based on random shit like clothes color. Techno was so fucking done then on top of that Joey just kept fucking bugging them, misgendering them and deadnaming them. So overall? Shit day. They just wanted to lay down but now TikTok is giving them sad shit and it felt like it was trying to put them back into that mindset, so what to do? Sleep. Games are always an option but they just decide to try to sleep.
Spoiler alert, sleeping didnt fucking work. So they’re left with their phone again, this time they try texting pastel. (Wrong number and them have become friends more and so now they have nicknames for each other Karl’s: pastel Techno’s: Blade - this will happen later in my actual fanfic.)
‘Blade’ - pastel I think I’m actually gonna start beating bullies because holy shittttt
Pastel - oh shittings? Wanna talk about it? Or do you want me to like distract u or smth?
‘Blade’ - idk atp. I’m so genuinely done with this kid, at least I managed to get out of group project with him a bit ago but holy fuck.
Pastel - sounds annoying
‘Blade’ - it is and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do because I’m physically and mentally tired but everything always hurts, and I can’t just scroll on TikTok because it’s being a little bitch and istg it’s trying to make me do somthing.
Pastel - aw geez, hm, don’t have to answer this but when was the last time you were small? It’s just I know it helps and when my boyfriend hasn’t been small in a while everything is just worse, idk you don’t have to answer.
‘Blade’ - low-key don’t know…. That may explain some stuff…. Whoops…
Pastel - do you wanna be small? We could like call, I mean I’m over at my boyfriends, and he’s tiny, I’m sitting with him as he plays Roblox, he’s like hold on, he’s 5 rn, and I’m sure he’d love to talk? We don’t have to by any means, just a suggestion?
‘Blade’ - sure just give me a min, I think ima go into my brothers room so that like he can make sure I don’t do anything since it’s a vc and you can’t make sure I don’t do anything.
Pastel - call me when ur ready :p
(Low-key start to change to third person POV in this paragraph)
Okay so that sounded promising but now Techno had to get comfy clothes, and go see if Wilbur will tolerate them right now. They end up in an oversized tee with an oversized hoodie over it (as Phil would kill them if they binded for that long/while being small.) and some sweat pants with Minecraft pig socks. They grabbed the paci that matched their socks along with their kitty stuffie. They grabbed their iPad as well before climbing into their wheel chair with all their comfort items and grabbed their blankie before opening their door and rolling over to Wil’s room and knocking. Wilbur opens the door but isn’t paying attention as he plays skywars. “What’s up?” He says not looking up, typing rapidly. Suddenly he yells “FUCK” as the death screen pops up and runs his hands down his face, Techno just watched him and techno could hear footsteps hurrying up the stairs, “is everything alright?” Phil says out of breath, that’s when Wil finally looks over first his eyes going to Phil before going down to Techno and seeing their gear in their lap and just stopped breathing for a moment, he’d just yelled a curse in front of a probably tiny Techno. Fuckkkk. “Yes! Yes, I’m so sorry, I was upset at the game, everything is fine.” He panics running his hands through his hair, “all good Wil, I just wanted to make sure you were alright and” Phil pauses looking at techno for a moment also seeing their gear, “I’m sure Techs alright too, hm Tech?” Phil says kneeling and moving Techno’s wheel chair a bit so that he could see their face. Techno just looked a bit shocked and surprised. The kid didnt look like they were gonna cry they just looked like they needed someone to bring them back to reality.
Phil gently put his hand on theirs and rubbed the back of their hand, “c’mon back to us kiddo, everything’s okay” Tech blinked a couple times, “there they are” Phil said with a small smile. “Hello tiny” they just blink up at him before smiling and babbling at him a bit. “Mhm so tiny aren’t ya? You wanna go hang out with Wil, baby?” Tech now with fingers in their mouth nodded. Phil turned them towards Wil while so gently taking their fingers out of their mouth and replacing them with their paci. “Heya” Wil said quietly as Tech reached up at him, he picked them up easily and brought their chair into the room aswell after Phil watched he gently closed the door and walked away presumably to take Tommy to that hangout with Tubbo and Ranboo, boy were all these kids a handful.
Eventually Wil had a baby on his lap as they babbled to pastel, one of his boyfriends, and to pastel’s little. The little definitely was not a baby like Tech was but maybe a toddler, younger kid, but they still were playing with each other as their caregivers watched what they were playing and everything happening. “Abababa ahh! Beuh!” Tech babbled at the little boy as they basically just hit their hands on the iPad while they played some game. “Ya we s’ou’d(should) make a home!” The little replied as one of his caregivers giggled, no one knew what the baby said but they just made somthing up. Techno just continued babbling and the boy replied and played with them till the baby and the little boy began getting tired. The baby started getting fussy and trying to turn and cuddle their brother more and whined when they couldn’t and the boy started yawning, all the caregivers just decided to have another play date next time they were both small and awake. “Nini b’ade” the boy yawned and tech just gave a small whiny babble back. Thus the call ended.
Phil found them when he’d gone to let Wil know that now the trio was at their house, Tech was curled up and clinging to Wilbur and Wilbur held them close to himself. Phil got a few photos before going over to Tommy’s room, “Techno and Wil are both asleep so try not to be too loud kids, but would you like some snacks?” Everyone nodded. All over them were sitting on Tommy’s bed Ranboo was curled up in the corner with their head on Tubbo’s shoulder and hand being held by Tubbo who was gently thumbing the back of their hand as he talked happily about bees and other animals with Tommy, Ranboo occasionally adding in a silly fact about cats. Phil made some snacks making sure that they were safe and couldn’t be choked on, dropping some off in Tommy’s room before dropping off the other bit in Wil’s room on his desk. And the rest of the evening was quiet, an hour later Wil carried a fussy Techno downstairs asking Phil to hold them while he made a bottle, but once they were back upstairs with their freshly made bottle they slept for the rest of the night. Ranboo and Tubbo spent the night and that was that, a peaceful night in the Craft household.
