✧hiii, my name is cyn! my pronouns are it/its, and im a flip! i regress from 6-10 but mostly around 7. i dont have a cg but im interested in having one (or more (18+ only!)) i am completely sfw!
✧i tag 🫐 when big and tag 🌧️ when regressed (if its not tagged, just assume big, i tend to forget)
✧all my rambling will be under '✧cyn crows'
Requests (open but i may say no)
✧i take requests for moodboards (although im very new to it) found under '✧cyn's sillies'. also headcanons, short fics, and paci edits found under '✧cyn crafts'
✧not many rules but nothing nsfw of course, and if you have a typing quirk or use different fonts that are hard to read, please include a readable translation (for me and for screen reader users)
✧please specify what you are requesting!!
Fandoms (italicized is current hyperfix, italicized & bold is main hyperfix)
Demon Slayer, Deltarune, The Amazing Digital Circus, Murder Drones, Searching For a World That Doesn't Exist/Destroying a World That Doesn't Exist, Project Hail Mary (movie only atm), The Fall Guy, Coltland Twins au
BYI
✧i am an adult, i will not accept serious dms from anyone under 16
✧i am extremely awkward and horrible at starting conversations so pls be patient with me and pls use tone tags when dming me
✧i also block freely
DNI
nsfw, age play/variants, proshippers, anti-lgbtq, zionist, endo/non-traumagenic systems & supporters, fake claimers, racism, antisemitic
~Character who's a seasoned warrior/soldier/ they're just used to getting hurt in someway and dealing with the pain. Burns, stab wounds, arrow shots, stitching themselves up etc. They have a high pain tolerance and are usually the ones patching themselves up or fussing over one of their teammates. Regressed however, they stub their toe/bump their head/ get a splinter etc. and start bawling. Caregiver is shocked but quickly pick up the pieces. (bonus points if they fuss over the minor injury like "oh my poor baby, I know that must hurt, you're being so brave, poor little thing")
~Hybrid caregiver/ non human caregiver, treating their little one like the baby version of their species would be. That’s now their pup/kit/welp/fledgling/ insert term form baby creature here
~Little one who speaks a different language when they are regressed + caregiver who is fluent (or at least familiar) with multiple languages. Do they understand everything that their regressor is saying and shock them? Only know a couple of words and struggle to figure out the rest? Play along and pretend like what regressor is saying doesn't just sound like babbling to them? (Bonus points for a fantasy would where regressor is speaking a language that is lost to the world, or literally no one knows and everyone else is like 'what the heck?!?!')
~Going off the last idea, caregiver trying to teach their little one to read and write, giving them worksheets, only to find out their little one can in fact spell. It's just in a language they've never seen before. "Welp, guess your getting a sticker now because it's not like I can check and see if this is spelled correctly" (Bonus points if by ‘spell’ the little take it as the literally kind of spells made by ancient ruins and the paper catches on fire or something once written or read)
~Older sibling caregiver who misses looking after/out for their younger siblings + younger sibling regressor who misses being the baby of the family (specifically talking found family here, but bio siblings works as well)
~"You're honor, in their defense they are three, and I can't say no to puppy dog eyes"
~Caregiver making their little one a custom pacifier. They spent way too much time/money/effort on something that they aren't even sure their kiddo is going to like, let alone use. So for the longest time it sits in their desk drawer hidden. Do they eventually come out and gift the pacifier? Leave it out some place and hope that Regressor stumbles upon it? Does the regressor find out about it accidentally?
~Parentified child who's usually a caregiver/older sibling, getting 'bullied' into regressing, because they need a break and only by sheer force of will are they going to actually take one. (bonus points for regressing along side their little one that they normally look after, or simply age dreaming)
~Caregiver/older sibling cg who doesn't realize that they are showing all the signs of being on the verge of regressing. Getting fussy, a little too focused on a cartoon or playing along with their little, wanting attention, etc. Eventually they get scooped up by a fellow caregiver who just goes, "Nope, can't let you down mate, baby time for you."
The screens were perfect for distracting you when Grace needed to work. He could see small parts of your big self coming forward, but in this new, unfamiliar environment, you couldn't quite age up. Grace was just glad everything was going smoothly.
Until Rocky came along.
The moment you saw him, you cowered underneath Grace's desk, whining nervously anytime he tried to coax you out.
"Why hide from Rocky, question." Rocky hums curiously as he rolls around the ship, already planning where he would put himself.
"Hey, Rocky, slow down!" Grace stops the rock alien from going around the ship again with a sigh. "Y/N is regressed. They have the mindset of a small child, right now."
"They are just a pebble, question." Grace processes what he says and nods, sighing softly.
"Yes. They are just a pebble. And pebbles get really nervous around new, fast moving intruders." Rocky copies his last word, letting out some more soft vocalizations.
"Rocky not intruder, Rocky is friend." He insists, which makes Grace chuckle a little bit.
"I know, buddy. Let's give pebble some space, okay?" He doesn't love leaving you alone, but if you see him interacting with the strange new friend on the ship, maybe you'd come around. You stay under the desk for a few hours, taking a small nap while you did so.
When you did wake up, you could hear Grace talking about food with Rocky, your stomach rumbling. You peek out from your hiding space, looking at Rocky as he rolls around the ship. He's moving less erratically now, which makes you feel less scared.
What you didn't like, was the fact that your Papa was showing this strange new thing your toys. Those were your toys! Not his.
You crawl out from under the desk, whining a little as you snatch your stuffed bee away from Grace's hand. "Mine, Papa! Mine, not his!" You whine as you tuck yourself into his side, peering at Rocky nervously. Grace manages to keep the smile off his face, his plan playing out exactly as he hoped.
"I'm sorry, sweet pea, you're right. It's your toy." He assures as he strokes your head. "This is Rocky. I know he's a little scary because he's a new friend, but Papa promises he's safe." He explains as you study Rocky cautiously.
He could tell the aged up part of you was fighting to get to the surface. Normally, it wasn't much of a struggle, but you remaining regressed for so long was starting to get concerning. "He's okay, I guess." You mumble quietly as you slowly scoot from behind your caregiver. "But he can't play with my toys."
"That's okay, sweetheart. Why haven't you aged up? Is it because you're scared?" He presses curiously, watching as you shake your head no. "Do you know why?" You slowly nod yes, looking away from his face to the bee in your hands. "Hey, hey, it's okay... You can tell Papa. It's okay."
You whine a little as you squeeze your stuffie, looking up at Grace with a pout. After a long pause, you lean your head into his shoulder. "Miss Stratt said if I'm little, it could help you. So I stay tiny."
I haven't done digital art in months but these two are taking up ALL of my braincells, soooo 😭😭💖
(To little ones seeing this, I'm a regressor but this blog is for Project Hail Mary in general and not specifically curated to be kiddo friendly! It's got the same flavour of grown up topics as the book and movie!)
I like to believe that the first time Grace knowingly and willingly lets himself be small around another person is when he and Carl were at the hardware store. Like, he'd been feeling a bit fuzzy already, getting frustrated and bummed out by the lack of progress with the astrophage when he's fascinated and wants to help. There's also not any of his fidgets around, and it's weird to be somewhere other than home or school. It's so exciting to be in a lab again, but he's rather dysregulated.
So he starts pestering Carl. And not only does Carl let him bounce thoughts off him, but offers the sort of perspective that comes from someone who doesn't know the topic well and therefore has fresh ideas. And then he's driving him to the store, and saying they can get whatever they need to make this very exciting science experiment. Which, oh man, is gonna be *awesome*.
So Grace, hyped up on too little sleep, the thrill of science, and a burgeoning friendship, is starting to slip a little. Is starting to act more childlike than is ignorable. And he's trying to reel it in, but it's Carl's *job* to be perceptive. He doesn't know what's Up with Grace, but it's rather endearing, and he joins in. And he's having *fun*. And Grace is mildly flabbergasted because people are usually put off when he starts acting smaller, but Carl indulges him. He likes his juggling, he pretends the cart is a basketball hoop, he does the form and everything when Ryland sets up aluminum foil boxes as bowling pins. He *plays* with him!!! And Ryland is buzzing with energy because oh god his voice is sounding a bit off, and he's giggling, and is Carl going to notice and think he's weird? But he's having so much fun!!
At the checkout, he can't help but stare longingly at the candy. He grabs one and just looks at Carl because he can't work up the courage to ask out loud. And Carl easily accepts it. Tells him to get more. Piles the packages up on the counter. Gives him a twizzler while the checkout lady is still scanning their items, and lets him stand on the cart all the way to the car. Claps him on the shoulder once they get the last sheet of plywood loaded up and tells him to watch out but still laughs when he rides the shopping cart like a scooter to put it in the corral. Ryland sits in the back of the car again because even though he's pretty sure Carl isn't a personal chauffeur, that's where he puts him, and he immediately breaks into the skittles as he starts babbling about how they'll put the box together and how he's going to trick the astrophage into seeing "venus".
Carl listens, makes comments where appropriate, and asks the exact right questions to get Grace even more excited to tell him all about the science. He keeps wordlessly reaching his hand around his seat for Ryland to load it up with skittles, and doesn't make fun of his infodumping when the kid finally wears himself out and they spend the last of the ride just quietly listening to music, eating candy.
Grace thinks maybe... *maybe* he just found someone who doesn't mind the smaller side of him.
💭 Thinking about going on night drives with my cg after a long, stressful day
having my stuffed animals sitting on my lap and my favourite blanket wrapped around me while he talks about anything and everything with my favourite music playing quietly through the speakers
Sitting in the passenger seat with the window slightly open in the summer, keeping us both cool, or having the heating on in the winter making me super sleepy
Him noticing I’ve fallen asleep and driving just a little longer cos he knows how hard it is for me to sleep
Went ahead and doodled Ref. 8. If you can’t tell it’s our favorite little Grace and caregiver Adrian. I adore Adrian SO MUCH!!! Anyways enjoy my ‘eepy little guy drawing and stay posted for more content.
already started drawing grace with mama stratt, little!grace has consumed me. will definitely not be the last time i post this baby boy and his rock spider carer
@tinytinybumblebee hiii i sent you the ask about if you wanted to see fanart :3
already started drawing grace with mama stratt, little!grace has consumed me. will definitely not be the last time i post this baby boy and his rock spider carer
@tinytinybumblebee hiii i sent you the ask about if you wanted to see fanart :3
"You don't have a family. You don't even have a dog."
"I have a little." Grace felt his blood roaring in his ears, his hands in tight fists on his knees. "You can't separate us. They have nowhere to go."
"We're aware of that. We've made arrangements." Strat clears her throat to get his attention. "Since they haven't been adopted by you yet, we had to pull some serious strings." His heart drops, stomach churning painfully as he realized what she was saying.
"You can't send them with me! I'm not an astronaut. They've never been in space! You can't do this to them!" He explodes, backing away when the men in suits start to approach.
"Please sit down, and we'll do this differently." Strat pleads as she watches Grace scramble on the counter and out of the room. Her shoulders shook slightly as she watched taking out her phone. "Yeah, he's running." She sighs into the line before she hangs up the phone. She finds your room next, already unconscious and getting prepared for ship transfer. She felt awful that they had lied to you, too. A simple check-up was a good guise to getting you in the room, but that hadn't made this easy.
"Take care of each other." She whispers as she presses a kiss to your head. "You two will save us. I know you will."
You woke up almost two weeks after Grace, which gave him enough time to at least remember who you were. His little one stuck with him in space where you absolutely didn't belong. At least there were plenty of supplies for you, especially when you woke up terrified and screaming.
"Hey, hey, hey baby, it's okay..." Grace whispers as you scramble away from him slightly. "Well, it's not. It's not okay, but I'm here, okay? Papa's here." He soothes coaxing you towards him with a stuffed animal closest to him.
"The little one is in a very small headspace and needs to be changed. They are also hungry." The ship announces, which startles you enough to crawl into his lap.
"Thank you, Mary.." He rubs your back, watching you squeeze the plushie against your face. "That's it... I'm glad that you're awake with me. It was really lonely all by myself." You look up at him, smiling slightly as you reach out to touch his glasses.
Grace changed you into a diaper and a softer jumpsuit before Mary gave him a bottle of some kind. "Nutritional supplements that are good for the little one. Only one bottle for now." She explains, which makes Grace sigh.
If you were anything like him, you would still be hungry after. Maybe you wouldn't fuss. He makes sure to angle the bottle down so you don't drink too fast, even when it makes your face scrunch angrily. His memories were still so fuzzy, to the point he barely remembered himself, but he rembered you.
He knew he had to take care of himself so he could care for you. Maybe along the way, he would remember who he is.
I don't know if you've answered something similar before, but: Grace having to explain that "No, we have other food, we don't need to eat something that makes us feel sick (texture/taste issues or otherwise), I promise" to little Simon because he's still not out of the survival mindset and he ate something/was about to anyway 🥹 Poor guy would not like being nauseous at all
I thiink I did with the egos buut never with Grace aa!!!
Simon, big or small has food insecurity, he's been rationing for nearly his whole life! So Simon will eat *anything* if presented to him, it's instinct, survival because he doesn't know when the next meal will be!
Of course Grace can understand! He also faced food issues while on the journey back to Erid/the first few months on Erird. So Grace can understand why Simon is like this but...he wants to help Simon understand it's different now!
It's easier with big Simon, he can be reminded with a simple nod to the other food.
But, tiny Simon?
Grace has on numerous occasions seen Simon making a face of discomfort/distaste while being fed. The texture is yucky, it feels like he's eating coagulated blood with random crunchy bits!
Grace sets down the spoon, leaning in as he wipes Simon's face.
"We don't need to suffer through our food buddy," Grace says, "there is plenty of food, honestly probably more than we need because I'm pretty sure the scientist over estimated what two humans could eat," he explains with a small chuckle.
Simon blinks, looking down at the half done bowl. He was trying to absorb what Grace was saying he really was! But...the tiny side of him saw a half done meal which was a huge sin/bad thing to do!! Wasting food is horrible!!! Very bad!!
Grace can see Simon's hand twitching so, before Simon could scoop the food into his hand, Grace removes the dish.
"Simon, you're going to make yourself sick," Grace says as he scrapes the remainder of the meal in the lil bin, "it's okay to not like certain foods, it's okay to tell me no to those foods," he explains as he opens the cabinet before returning to the table, "we're safe to do so, we don't have to fear or make ourselves all yucky feeling."
Simon looks to Grace, those doe eyes wide as he tries to understand.
Grace then holds up two pouches.
"Would you like the peanut butter or vanilla nutrient pouch?" Grace ask, knowing that these two flavours were safe picks for Simon.
Simon hesitates before shakily pointing to the vanilla one.
Grace smiles as he unscrews the pouch's top before guiding Simon to the couch to help Simon out (squeeze-y pouches are a bit tricky when you only have one hand!).
Grace knew it'd be the same conversation come the next meal but, baby steps were still steps to recovery and a better relationship with food💖
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