Darkwiishes

@darkwiishes

Indie Darkiishu Ask/RP blog. Follows as septic-muse.

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casually call people “human” to unsettle them and make them question what sort of being you are

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| @darkwiishes | Jack sat quietly on the couch, coloring. It was one of the first time he was ‘properly’ regressed in front of Whisper. This was more so because of Signe’s coaxing. He was wearing a onesie, a nappy and was more so chewing on his pacifier. Still a bit shy to ‘suck’ on it. Even then, he wasn’t quite regressed as his anxiety lingered. Luckily Signe had left a bit of a dictionary of Jack’s behaviors and needs for Whisper. Though the awkwardness still was tangible in the air. Even more so to the fact Sean was mostly keeping the soother in to avoid being conversated with. He was still embarrassed of this untraceable curse.

Whisper was sitting on the couch next to him, leaned back with her legs crossed, skimming the information Signe had left. They glanced over at Jack every so often, feeling apprehensive herself and disliking the feeling.

Eventually Whisper sat up, setting the paper down and eyes lingering on the colors occasionally. They were quiet.

Jack quietly kicked his feet. Everything seemed to have been going smoothly until a bit to much pressure and-

Snap!

Jack looked in terror as his crayon bent in the middle, broken in half from his tendency to push a bit too hard.

His blue eyes were flooding with warm, burning tears that were soon spilling down his cheeks.

As simply as Signe had put it, in his younger headspace Seán was more…prone to being a crybaby. Which was normally solved by a quick distraction with just about any toy.

Whisper looked legitimately worried for a moment, before glancing around.

“Um,” Whisper said, not her most eloquent moment. “Here.” Whisper grabbed the closest toy and held it out to him, refraining just barely from tossing it at him.

Sean gasped slightly, as a St. Bernard toy was tossed into his lap. His eyes met up with Whisper’s. He picked up the toy and stared at it. He held it up slightly. “Sh-umo…li’e Connor…” He explained quietly.

Signe normally asked, so he simply wanted to comfort Whisper, make her feel more at home. Sean wasn’t even sure what she liked. Granted she was still adjusting to the large toddler-minded man in the midst of the living room.

Sean was adjusting to a new person and Whisper, a whole new lifestyle.

“…’m surry..’

“Right... like Connor,” Whisper said, almost awkwardly. “The android. From that one game.” Whisper wasn’t too caught up on the games Sean played. She nodded slowly, then tilted their head. “You’re sorry?” Whisper questioned.

“I’m not sure what exactly you’re apologizing for, but it’s okay, I guess?” Whisper uncertainly lowered herself down to sit next to him. Everything was still very new and odd.

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| @darkwiishes | Jack sat quietly on the couch, coloring. It was one of the first time he was ‘properly’ regressed in front of Whisper. This was more so because of Signe’s coaxing. He was wearing a onesie, a nappy and was more so chewing on his pacifier. Still a bit shy to ‘suck’ on it. Even then, he wasn’t quite regressed as his anxiety lingered. Luckily Signe had left a bit of a dictionary of Jack’s behaviors and needs for Whisper. Though the awkwardness still was tangible in the air. Even more so to the fact Sean was mostly keeping the soother in to avoid being conversated with. He was still embarrassed of this untraceable curse.

Whisper was sitting on the couch next to him, leaned back with her legs crossed, skimming the information Signe had left. They glanced over at Jack every so often, feeling apprehensive herself and disliking the feeling.

Eventually Whisper sat up, setting the paper down and eyes lingering on the colors occasionally. They were quiet.

Jack quietly kicked his feet. Everything seemed to have been going smoothly until a bit to much pressure and-

Snap!

Jack looked in terror as his crayon bent in the middle, broken in half from his tendency to push a bit too hard.

His blue eyes were flooding with warm, burning tears that were soon spilling down his cheeks.

As simply as Signe had put it, in his younger headspace Seán was more…prone to being a crybaby. Which was normally solved by a quick distraction with just about any toy.

Whisper looked legitimately worried for a moment, before glancing around.

“Um,” Whisper said, not her most eloquent moment. “Here.” Whisper grabbed the closest toy and held it out to him, refraining just barely from tossing it at him.

Yo hit me up for my d.iscord if you feel like it. I’m going to try to be back by the third.

I should probably be back by like my birthday?

I never actually said a specific date. The fourteenth.

Narrator voice: They were not, in fact, back by their birthday.

I should probably be back by like my birthday?

✏️ / darkwiishes

| @darkwiishes | Jack sat quietly on the couch, coloring. It was one of the first time he was ‘properly’ regressed in front of Whisper. This was more so because of Signe’s coaxing. He was wearing a onesie, a nappy and was more so chewing on his pacifier. Still a bit shy to ‘suck’ on it. Even then, he wasn’t quite regressed as his anxiety lingered. Luckily Signe had left a bit of a dictionary of Jack’s behaviors and needs for Whisper. Though the awkwardness still was tangible in the air. Even more so to the fact Sean was mostly keeping the soother in to avoid being conversated with. He was still embarrassed of this untraceable curse.

Whisper was sitting on the couch next to him, leaned back with her legs crossed, skimming the information Signe had left. They glanced over at Jack every so often, feeling apprehensive herself and disliking the feeling.

Eventually Whisper sat up, setting the paper down and eyes lingering on the colors occasionally. They were quiet.

#mobile #rp #jaxkababy

“Hey wooshers... did we grab anymore banana milk when we went out?” Jack rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it was about 8. His recording had lasted a good 12 hours and he wanted to just relax and let his mind fade. ((Jaxkababy))

@jaxkababy

Whisper is slightly taken aback when the other approaches her.

“Oh, she’s gone out,” they say, jerking a thumb behind herself at the door. “I could… check?” Whisper didn’t often interact with the others in the house.

“Well, you know how they say - normal is subjective,” Whisper only said, before pushing herself up from her seat on the floor. “There’s this thing called ‘intrapersonal normality’, which is kind of what that means, I guess?”

They decided to stop before she started rambling. It wasn’t particularly a habit of theirs, but it happened sometimes.

“Um, let me know if you need anything?”

“I’ll probably just watch some cartoons and crash on the couch.”

Jack rubs the back of his neck standing up.

“I bring a whole new definition to the word man-child .” He joked, deciding to head out to the couch.

He sat down and flipped through Netflix to find his account Signe had made for him.

Whisper nodded. “Okay.” She started making their way towards the door, so she could go back to the kitchen, where they had been before Jack came out of his recording room.

She glanced back at Jack when he made the joke. “Heh.” Whisper slipped out of the room.

#rp #jaxkababy #mobile

“Hey wooshers... did we grab anymore banana milk when we went out?” Jack rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it was about 8. His recording had lasted a good 12 hours and he wanted to just relax and let his mind fade. ((Jaxkababy))

@jaxkababy

Whisper is slightly taken aback when the other approaches her.

“Oh, she’s gone out,” they say, jerking a thumb behind herself at the door. “I could… check?” Whisper didn’t often interact with the others in the house.

“Well, you know how they say - normal is subjective,” Whisper only said, before pushing herself up from her seat on the floor. “There’s this thing called ‘intrapersonal normality’, which is kind of what that means, I guess?”

They decided to stop before she started rambling. It wasn’t particularly a habit of theirs, but it happened sometimes.

“Um, let me know if you need anything?”

“Hey wooshers... did we grab anymore banana milk when we went out?” Jack rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it was about 8. His recording had lasted a good 12 hours and he wanted to just relax and let his mind fade. ((Jaxkababy))

@jaxkababy

Whisper is slightly taken aback when the other approaches her.

“Oh, she’s gone out,” they say, jerking a thumb behind herself at the door. “I could… check?” Whisper didn’t often interact with the others in the house.

“Is that so?” Whisper asked, making sure to keep her voice neutral so they wouldn’t upset the boy.

“What else do you two do when you’re..” she trailed off, not quite sure the terminology and waving a hand vaguely. They sat cross-legged across from him.

“We…uh, she sometimes sings to me in Danish. She sometimes teaches me some Danish…” Jack seemed lost in thought, then seems to regain thought.

“Sut…i think that’s pacifier…Oh and nuttet is cute, right?” Jack rubbed at his hands.

“Right,” Whisper replied with a short nod. She watched Jack for a few moments, somewhat lost in thought themself, before reaching over and tapping the sippy cup. “That’s going to get warm,” she said, referring to its contents.

Jack’s cheeks reddened hearing the slight tap of the other’a nail against the cup. He sheepish smile crosses his face, followed by a nervous chuckle as he quickly took a sip of the semi-cold beverage.

”I-I forgot I had it.”

Whisper studied him for a few moments longer. If anything, she could learn stuff. They’d never known someone like Jack. He was unique in different ways.

She offered a small l smile to make themself seem more friendly - and also because it was somewhat amusing he’d forgotten he had the cup. “So… how often do you do this? Does it actually help?”

“I…it really depends on how stressed I am. Lately it hasn’t been that often. But like I always feel a lot better afterwards.”

Jack glanced back up to the other.

“I just like being taken care of sometimes.”

“Understandable,” Whisper replied. “It makes sense. You don’t really have to worry about much when someone else is taking care of you and other things.” She nodded.

#rp #jaxkababy #mobile

“Hey wooshers... did we grab anymore banana milk when we went out?” Jack rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it was about 8. His recording had lasted a good 12 hours and he wanted to just relax and let his mind fade. ((Jaxkababy))

@jaxkababy

Whisper is slightly taken aback when the other approaches her.

“Oh, she’s gone out,” they say, jerking a thumb behind herself at the door. “I could… check?” Whisper didn’t often interact with the others in the house.

“Is that so?” Whisper asked, making sure to keep her voice neutral so they wouldn’t upset the boy.

“What else do you two do when you’re..” she trailed off, not quite sure the terminology and waving a hand vaguely. They sat cross-legged across from him.

“We…uh, she sometimes sings to me in Danish. She sometimes teaches me some Danish…” Jack seemed lost in thought, then seems to regain thought.

“Sut…i think that’s pacifier…Oh and nuttet is cute, right?” Jack rubbed at his hands.

“Right,” Whisper replied with a short nod. She watched Jack for a few moments, somewhat lost in thought themself, before reaching over and tapping the sippy cup. “That’s going to get warm,” she said, referring to its contents.

Jack’s cheeks reddened hearing the slight tap of the other’a nail against the cup. He sheepish smile crosses his face, followed by a nervous chuckle as he quickly took a sip of the semi-cold beverage.

”I-I forgot I had it.”

Whisper studied him for a few moments longer. If anything, she could learn stuff. They’d never known someone like Jack. He was unique in different ways.

She offered a small l smile to make themself seem more friendly - and also because it was somewhat amusing he’d forgotten he had the cup. “So... how often do you do this? Does it actually help?”

“Hey wooshers... did we grab anymore banana milk when we went out?” Jack rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it was about 8. His recording had lasted a good 12 hours and he wanted to just relax and let his mind fade. ((Jaxkababy))

@jaxkababy

Whisper is slightly taken aback when the other approaches her.

“Oh, she’s gone out,” they say, jerking a thumb behind herself at the door. “I could… check?” Whisper didn’t often interact with the others in the house.

“Is that so?” Whisper asked, making sure to keep her voice neutral so they wouldn’t upset the boy.

“What else do you two do when you’re..” she trailed off, not quite sure the terminology and waving a hand vaguely. They sat cross-legged across from him.

“We…uh, she sometimes sings to me in Danish. She sometimes teaches me some Danish…” Jack seemed lost in thought, then seems to regain thought.

“Sut…i think that’s pacifier…Oh and nuttet is cute, right?” Jack rubbed at his hands.

“Right,” Whisper replied with a short nod. She watched Jack for a few moments, somewhat lost in thought themself, before reaching over and tapping the sippy cup. “That’s going to get warm,” she said, referring to its contents.

#mobile #rp #jaxkababy

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“Hey wooshers... did we grab anymore banana milk when we went out?” Jack rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it was about 8. His recording had lasted a good 12 hours and he wanted to just relax and let his mind fade. ((Jaxkababy))

@jaxkababy

Whisper is slightly taken aback when the other approaches her.

“Oh, she’s gone out,” they say, jerking a thumb behind herself at the door. “I could… check?” Whisper didn’t often interact with the others in the house.

“Is that so?” Whisper asked, making sure to keep her voice neutral so they wouldn’t upset the boy.

“What else do you two do when you’re..” she trailed off, not quite sure the terminology and waving a hand vaguely. They sat cross-legged across from him.

“Hey wooshers... did we grab anymore banana milk when we went out?” Jack rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, it was about 8. His recording had lasted a good 12 hours and he wanted to just relax and let his mind fade. ((Jaxkababy))

@jaxkababy

Whisper is slightly taken aback when the other approaches her.

“Oh, she’s gone out,” they say, jerking a thumb behind herself at the door. “I could… check?” Whisper didn’t often interact with the others in the house.

Whisper hummed. She noticed him shivering, so they stood from her place on the floor near him and grabbed the blanket, hesitating before going back over to him and placing it on his shoulders.

“I don’t… I don’t like people, or children,” they said quickly. “So - If I do or say something you don’t like…”

“I mean…that’s relatable.”

He whispered under his breath, accepting the blanket. “I get it. I say shit people don’t like by mistake. And it’s like everything I say is controversial, y’know? I swear…” He mumbled resting his head in his hands.

“Either that so and so did it earlier and better so it’s like you’re constantly compared to them and no matter what you do you always have that one person that you just can’t please.”

Jack sighs.

“Or you just lose the sense of fun because there’s just too much griping.” It seemed now he was comfortable, and a bit more calm. His pressures became clearer.

No wonder he’s so stressed.

Whisper hummed. It was pretty clear to her that Jack needed to de-stress.

If regressing was how he coped, they supposed that she could help him if Signe wasn’t here. “What do you need me to do?” they finally asked.

“Not completely hate me.” He mumbled, gently tugging at his blanket.

“Well…”

“I think I’m doing… okay, so far?” It was more of a question. “I don’t hate you in particular.”

“You’re just learning you’re doing fine.”

He said, glancing up at the other. He never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t doing good, or anybody in that position really.

“I-it’s kind of like babysitting.”

“Okay.... I’ve done that before. Babysitting. A while ago,” Whisper muttered, not adding that it was probably before he was even born.

#mobile #rp #jaxkababy

#musing #queued

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“Why not?” Whisper said.

‘ —cause th’ boardwalk is closed. kinda illegal to be pickin’ locks ‘ere. ’

“Closed.”

“For now,” she continued, still messing with the lock and lockpick.

#rp #lcsingstars

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