Welcome to my blog! You can call me Finch! I go by he/him aswell as some neopronouns. To know more, check out my prns.cc! I am a minor, so please keep all asks strictly sfw or I will block you! Sorry not sorry!
I have a fun mix of diagnosed and undiagnosed mental illnesses, including but not limited to; autism, adhd, arfid and a dissociative disorder! Some kind of ptsd in there too but we ignore that.
I age regress as well as pet regress, sometimes voluntarily, sometimes involuntarily. My age range varies alot, and can be inconsistent even while I'm regressed. I push this onto characters I relate to!
I'm in many fandoms, but this blog specifically is going to be primarily based around the pitt, with other fandoms sometimes being mentioned. I'm willing to write about most characters in either a regressor or caregiver way, however, I will not write about Robby as a regressor or a caregiver. I may include him in fics I write but the chances of it being positive are low! My request guidelines can be found here!
The regression based things I write will not always be positive. I primarily regress due to trauma and reflect that in my writing often.
The flag in my profile picture is the Trauma Boy Regressor Flag! This blog is also a side blog, I may share my main in the future if I'm comfortable but right now I'd rather not!
My ask box is always open unless specified otherwise! If it isn't, it’ll say so on my profile! You can request headcannons , drabbles & similar things for individual characters as well as pairs! Though it's my choice if I end up answering them or not!
my tag system is as follows;
✿ finch thoughts — general posts, headcannons etc
✿ finch reblogs — posts I reblog
✿ finch answers — answers to asks, either personal or requests!
✿ little finch — regressed posting
✿ (blank) finch anon — anon tags
✿ finch rambles — random posts / disclaimers / stuff that doesn't fit into the other stuff
Cass is so nerd. I love. (Also I do moodboards now!! Disregard my request guidelines when it comes to moodboards (except robby stuff, still won't do him), I don't mind doing little/cg anyone for moodboards)
Just spent like. Literally 4 and abit hours making a prns.cc.... The reason it took so long was because I made cute little stamps of my flags... But like.. Shh..... Added it to my intro post too cause its specifically for the blog!
More pitt agere stuff coming soon! Requests r open aswell! (Example of the stamps under the cut for funzies)
Example of one of the stamps! This is the non/alterhuman version of the pet regression flag by @/butchreg here on tumblr! ^w^
I am ohso sleepy. I think I should be allowed to. Sleep. I did so much work at school I would now like to SLEEP. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ I am. Mildly overtired. I hate my adhd meds sometimes they make it basically impossible to nap ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ and and I wanna write more pitt stuff but I'm TIRED. and I feel like anything I write would suck bcs I'm so tired
I am ohso sleepy. I think I should be allowed to. Sleep. I did so much work at school I would now like to SLEEP. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ I am. Mildly overtired. I hate my adhd meds sometimes they make it basically impossible to nap ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ and and I wanna write more pitt stuff but I'm TIRED. and I feel like anything I write would suck bcs I'm so tired
this is so self indulgent and heavily relies on my head cannons / ships etc. I'm a multi-shipper but I stuck to just a few ships here. Bc of the sheer amount of characters, my usual bolding isn't going to work so names that are connected (little & CGs etc) will be bolded in the same colour!
It's first organized by Dana and Cass (who'd started going by Cass more often than Cassie now when not at work). Dana hadn't been to pride before, growing up very Christian and then being married to a man. She'd always supported queer people, but never had the chance to go. Now, 50-something and divorced, she'd wanted to go. Cass had been overjoyed at the idea.
They'd asked Victoria, Emma and James if they wanted to come too, and Victoria and Emma had been really excited. James had said no at first, then quietly asked that following night while small if he was allowed to go even though he wasn't sure what his labels were. Dana had been quick to remind him that she hadn't figured out her label until her 50s. And that there was nothing wrong with that. So James quickly becomes excited to go, making a countdown to stick up on the fridge.
Victoria ends up telling Dennis, who sheepishly asks if he can come too, tells her that he'd never been to pride before and wanted to be around accepting people. Growing up in the middle of nowhere Nebraska meant that acceptance of queer people was few and VERY far between, so pride was never a thing for Dennis. So Victoria fills Dana and Cass in on the situation and they adopt him into it.
Of course, from there, Trinity ends up finding out. And she immediately asks Baran if they can go too, since Dennis is going. Baran had already been planning to bring it up to Trinity, so she quietly arranged things with Dana and they're added to the list.
Emma asks Joy to come, they'd been seeing eachother for a few months and Emma really, really wanted to be able to tell her caregivers and their little found family. Joy, of course, is more than willing to go, saying she's gone to pride almost every year since we was old enough not to cry at the first loud noise.
By half way through the week, theres a list up in the break room, a group chat and Dana running all communications.
Frank asks Mel if she wants to go, and maybe bring Becca if she wouldn't be too overwhelmed by the parade. Mel says yes, but also says she's nervous she'll get overstimulated and ruin things. So they have a long conversation reminding Mel that getting overstimulated doesn't ruin everything, that sue can bring anything she things she needs, and it's okay to go home once she stops having fun. And by the end of it, Mel is excited to go! Her and the other pittlings start planning outfits, bodypaint, flags etcetera. (Mel and James make a spreadsheet to communicate exactly what everyone needs).
They all meet up at Dana and Cass’ place on the day of the parade, everyone is buzzing with energy in their own way; Mel tapping her fingers to her thumb rhythmically, James rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, Dennis trying to take over the playlist he hadn't been allowed to help create (“Huckleberry we don't need your farm music. It's pride. Let us show you real music for once” ), Trinity and Victoria talking loudly in the corner of the room. Emma is sitting next to Joy, who's trying her hardest to hold through a conversation with Dana without dying from anxiety. Cass, Frank and Baran and just observing everyone, packing bags and checking things off lists.
Dana and Frank were wearing "Free Mom/Dad hugs” shirts, Victoria had brought them, plus ones for Baran and Cass that said “I'm your pride Mom/Parent.” Cass definitely, totally hadn't teared up when Victoria gave it to them (but Trinity has video proof).
The parade is so much fun. At least two of the littles end up dropping at least for part of it from excitement. They find a very nice drag queen giving out free pride and pronoun pins and everyone ends up getting at least one. Cass reluctantly grabs the nonbinary flag and they/them pronoun pin, not having actually said either thing outloud to anyone yet. And when they shyly clip them to their shirt, the drag queen smiles knowingly. “You’re doing good, babydoll.” (Cass is pretty sure it healed something in them).
Thankfully, Cass isn't the only one rocking something new people didn't know about. Mel detaches herself from Franks side and grabs a they/she pin and gives Cass a shy little smile of recognition when she notices Cass’ pins.
Dana, Cass, Frank and Baran get approached by countless people during the parade. Many of whom are teenagers, shyly asking for hugs or some water. Each gets asked their preferred name and pronouns, and whatever answers they give are used without question.
They end up with a little group of teenagers following them around like little ducklings by the end of it. (Trinity recruited the older teens into helping her and the other pittlings explain gay culture to Dennis. His confused expressions and nonsensical replies make them all laugh harder than any of them have in awhile.)
When they do finally depart from the teenagers, probably at the end of the event, they make sure each of them knows to to to PTMC if they ever need help. That it's a safe place no matter what. And something inside Dennis heals, seeing teenagers get support he knows he needed at that age.
After the event, everyone is exhausted and covered in at least 3 different kinds of body paint and glitter, theres a video of Trinity getting spun by a drag queen, and everyone couldn't be more happy. They end up all crashing at Cass and Dana's place, too exhausted to make their seperate ways home. So they end up making a massive fort in the living room (courtesy of Victoria, Dennis and Mel who had regressed almost as soon as they got to the house), and all crash there together.
( extra little snippet, a post credit scene if you’re feeling whimsical: )
Today had been absolutely perfect. Emma got to go to pride with her friends and family, and introduce her girlfriend to the people who matter most to her. (Yes, they already knew Joy from work, but it was different meeting her when there wasn't HR in the way to stop Emma from gluing herself to Joy’s side).
Emma had, admittedly been really nervous to tell Dana and Cass about her and Joy. Their approval meant the world to her, and she worried that they, for some reason, might not like her and Joy being together. But she hoped that maybe today had shown them how happy Joy made her.
Cass had already pulled Emma aside not long after they'd arrived home, telling her how nice it was to see her so happy, and that she thinks Joy's a lovely girl. Emma may have cried. Like. A lot. She’d been really nervous okay!! It wasn't her fault!!
But Emma had yet to hear what Dana thought. She hadn't commented on it at all today. Dana always made her thoughts known. And the fact she wasn't was kind of starting to worry Emma. But she didn't want to ruin a perfectly good day, so she decides she'll bring it up tomorrow. For now, she just heads over to the fort the little ones had made, sitting down next to Dana, who wraps an arm around her shoulder.
Joy was on the opposite side of the living room, playing with James and Victoria. James had ended up regressing like he always tended to the closer it got to bed time, and he and Vic were quick to rope Joy into their games. Joy, despite usually not being high energy at all, was keeping up well with the two littles, fully immersing herself in the game. Emma smiles at the sight, happy to see some of her favorite people getting along.
“You picked a good one, hon.” Dana murmurs from beside her, pulling Emma from her thoughts. Emma's smile widens and she laughs softly,
“Yeah, Momma, I did. She makes me happy.” Emma tucks herself against Dana's side, finally able to relax with the burden of uncertainty lifted off of her shoulders.
“Well, then, that’s all that matters to me. I love you, kiddo.”
Should have this out later today! It'll include alot of my headcannons for characters, but be mostly ambiguous on relationships. With the exception of maybe a few ships I'll mention specifically.
Also!! Feel free to send me hc requests for characters with their queer identities mixed in. Especially gender stuff. I don't mind writing headcannons for basically anything! (Like how I do NB/GNC!Cass sometimes)
Little!James who is autistic and doesn't understand how to make friends. So he tries his best... But ends up sounding rude sometimes.
Little!James who regresses to a variety of ages, typically sitting around 4-6 on a normal, good day. Though after rough shifts he drops down to like... Two.
Little!James who knows some of the others regress (though nobody told him. he only found out when one of them slipped at work), but for a long time doesn't tell them about his regression because he's pretty sure they all hate him(it takes a lot of time and love for him to stop thinking that).
He keeps his secret for awhile. But one day, towards the end of a really tough shift, James drops hard. One minute he was in a patient room, staring at the flatline on the monitor while Frank called time of death, and then he was in the breakroom, tucked into the corner, crying and sucking his thumb to keep quiet. He ends up being found when Cassie heads into the break room to grab a drink during a brief free moment. “Ogilvie? Oh— oh. Oh sweetheart. Whats wrong, hm?” “(hic) ‘m fine! I-I be out soon. ‘m sorry!”
Little!James who gets overwhelmed by noise really easily. He often ends up wearing noise-cancelling headphones to combat some of the noise. He's ashamed of it at first, but Cassie helps him not feel so embarrassed. Now he'll wear them whenever he leaves the house. And sometimes in the house if they have company over.
Little!James who had never had a stuffed animal before. He accidentally let it slip one day when Victoria was talking about her stuffies, and of course Victoria immediately tells Cassie. Because that simply wouldn't do. (James now has as many stuffed animals as his little heart desires.)
Little!James who's scared of the dark. Like. Really scared. So he has a dino nightlight and LED strips in his room incase the nightlight isn't enough.
Little!James who seeks out comfort after nightmares from whoevers closest, so it's not uncommon to wake up to find him in Cassie's bed or in Victoria's room when she stays over as well.
Little!James who likes to be the princess when he, Mel and Trinity play Knights, Dragons and Princesses. (Trinity is the Dragon and Mel is the knight.) He'd been scared to ask but it had gone really well. “Um.. I.. Actually I don’ wanna be the knight... C’n I be the princess please? I-If Mel doesn't mind...?” “Tha’s okay! Didn’ wanna be a princess anyways. You can be Princess Jamie! An’ I can be your knight!”
Little!James who likes to play dress up. Victoria && Emma like practicing their makeup skills on him. Hes much less wiggly than Frank. “Cass! Look! ‘m pretty!” “Oh Look at you! My pretty baby. Vic and Emma did a good job, huh?” (they in fact, did not, but Cassie would rather die than tell James, Vic or Emma that.)
Little!James who struggles with his words when he's having big feelings. “James, baby, can you tell Cass why you threw that toy?” “I-I.. Didn’— It wouldn’— I— Mmmm! (Stompy Baby)”
Little!James who's actually pretty shy when you first meet him or when he's little in public. He'll hide behind Cassie or the nearest trusted person if Cassie isn't available. It doesn't work, of course, because not actually child sized. But it makes him feel safe anyways.
Little!James who has the same problem as Vic of not knowing how to play at first. And trying to study while little. But Vic knows what that's like and teaches him all the best games!
was writing the teen!Cassie urges headcannons and accidentally started writing a whole fic/mini fic around it. I'm so good at this hc thing guys..... It also includes more of "I'm probably nonbinary but I got a job so idrc about that rn" Cassie whimsy... If we want to see that...
Figured I'd put out a poll since I'm not sure how much angst you guys are okay with in agere fics! I obviously don't want to write a bunch of really angsty stuff (even if it'd be hurt/comfort mostly) if you guys don't like it
NOTE: not beta read. this story is heavily self indulgent. I'm heavily projecting onto Trinity here, it has very little basis with canon. It's just me giving her my unspeakable horrors but shes older, wiser and gets comfort afterwards ♡♡. Nothing Trinity thinks is happening here is a reflection of Dana or Cassie as caregivers. She is reliving a traumatic moment from her childhood and trying to take control of it like she couldn't back then. I hope this makes sense, it's difficult portraying the confusion that comes with a flashback as severe as this. TRIGGER WARNING: this fic deals with topics of BIPOLAR , MANIA , MEDICATION TALK , CHILDHOOD TRAUMA && IMPLIED ABUSE please don't be afraid to skip this one, your mental health matters more than a fic!
Title from "A Few Of Your Own" by Noah Kahan
“ I grew up with a feeling that what's good must be fleeting. ”
Summary: Dana has a bad day, Trinity misinterprets what she's seen, and her CGs learn some new things about her childhood. With a few bumps along the way.
Things in the Evans-McKay household were a bit tense today. At work today, things had been worse than they had been in awhile, they'd had near back-to-back trauma all shift, and one of the nurses had been attacked by a patient. Admin had been avoidant as usual about it, and while it hit everyone hard, it hit Dana particularly hard.
Trinity, Victoria, Dennis and Mel had come over afterwards, all feeling too close to regressing to feel comfortable going home alone (even if Dennis and Trinity would've been going home together). And now, at around 9pm, they had all dropped. Victoria and Dennis were pretty young, sitting at 3 and 4 respectively. Mel was a little older, at 6. And Trinity was the oldest, sitting around 9 years old. She usually would regress younger on days like this, but something felt like it was stopping her from going any younger.
She'd told Cassie that she just didn't need to be as small today. And she'd seemingly accepted that, but in reality, Trinity's brain just didn't feel safe enough to go smaller. Her body felt like it was in a constant state of fight or flight, unable to stop and breathe and accept that things weren't necessarily about to go to shit. It was a feeling she was well accustomed too, having felt this way near constantly since she was actually around this old until only very recently when she'd found her caregivers.
Right now, they were all hanging around in the living room, the littles playing and Dana and Cassie were sitting supervising. Though it was mainly Cassie, as Dana seemed kind of out of it. It made Trinity's stomach twist uncomfortably even though she knew realistically Dana had just had a bad day. She wasn't like Trinity's real parents. Anxiety and PTSD weren't always very rational, though.
“Trinny, help build?” Dennis babbles around his pacifier, tugging softly on Trinity's sleeve, pulling her from her own zoned-out state. It was probably a bit more like dissociation, but they didn't look all that different if you didn't know what to look for.
“Oh. Um.. Yea, Den. ‘ll help you guys build. What're we buildin’?” Trinity asks, glancing over at where the others had dumped out the box full of wooden blocks of varying shapes and sizes.
“‘osp’tal” Victoria pipes up from where she was sat on the other side of the pile. Trinity honestly wasn't in much of a mood to be playing, especially not with littles so much younger than her, but she also had this gut feeling that if she left and went to one of the bedrooms for the littles, something really bad would happen. So she stayed. Even though her stomach lurched uncomfortably at the idea of building a hospital. She knew they were just processing their day through play, little kids do that, but she didn't want to think about the hospital ever, ever again!
But she was a good girl. So Trinity doesn't say anything. She just starts to help them build, quietly joining in with conversations when she feels like she's gone too long without saying anything or was asked something directly. Just trying to make it through the evening so she could go to bed and forget all about her no good, very bad day.
Trinity wasn't sure how she didn't start to notice when things went wrong. She really had been trying to pay attention. But dissociation tugged at the back of her mind insistently and she couldn't help but give into it for a little while. But one minute, she’s just helping Victoria build out the ambulance bay. Then, Dana is crying and getting up, heading into the kitchen and closing the door before anyone can stop her.
“Cass? Why Day sad?” Mel asks, already starting to chew on her bottom lip, an anxious habit of hers when she was little. Cassie sighs, already standing up,
“Dana had a hard day, okay? Can you guys be good and stay here while I go check on her?” Cassie asks, softly. And Trinity's heart jumps up into her throat. She knows how this goes. She’s done this before. She remembers. Knows what to do. So, she speaks up before anyone else can, hoping the panic she felt internally wasn't clear I'm her voice.
“Uh huh, Dad. I got the little ones.” Realistically, if it were any other day, any other situation, they would've realised something was wrong when Trinity called Cassie dad instead of her usual affectionate ‘Papa’ or ‘Pa’. But today, Cassie just thanked her and followed Dana into the kitchen, leaving Trinity with the little ones.
“Okay, guys. We gotta give Dad ‘n Mom some space, okay? How about we go and hang out in my room for a little bit. You guys can watch a movie on my tablet.” Trinity offers, her heart feeling like it was beating out of her chest. She had to get them upstairs and away before things got really bad. Before the yelling started. If she did things right, maybe Mom would only yell and her and Dad, not at any of them. Trinity could take it, she knew what to do, and she was older. Vic, Mellie and Denny were just babies. They didn't know what was happening.
“Bu’— B’ Trinny, Dada ‘ay no’ leave ‘ere.” Victoria mumbles, her voice quiet and slightly wobbly. Because she was already frightened and Trinity was probably not helping very much in that department.
“I know, but she also put me in charge and I think it’s better if we go upstairs right now, okay?” Trinity's voice was getting tighter, sharper. She didn't mean to, she was just scared. She didn't need them arguing with her right now. She just needed to keep them safe. She was trying to be a good big sister goddammit! She was older! So she picks up Victoria, even though it hurts her arms, and starts heading upstairs. Thankfully, Mellie and Denny seem to listen, trailing behind her.
Trinity took a shaking deep breath as she sets Vic down on her bed, scrambling to find her tablet and the charger, setting it up so they could all watch it. Her chest felt tight, and it was like she could hear her blood rushing in her ears. She thinks maybe Mel tried to say something. Or Vic. But she can't make out the words. She was flickering between now and years ago. She couldn't let it go down like last time. If she did it right maybe Mom wouldn't have to leave, they could get her back on her meds at home instead. She clicks on Moana and turns up the volume as high as she can get it to go without overwhelming Mel.
“I- I gotta go. Need to— just— you guys stay here, okay? Dont— dont come out ‘till me or Dad tell you to.” Trinity mumbles as she heads out the door, closing it before she can hear any of their replies. She probably wouldn't hear them anyways.
Okay. Okay. You know how to do this Trinity. You can be good. You can get it right this time. Trinity quietly tip-toes down the stairs, trying to push away the further fuzziness trying to creep into her mind. She couldn't get smaller. She had to be the big sister right now. Had to fix things.
When she gets downstairs, she sits down by the doorway of the kitchen, trying to listen in and hear what was going on. It also kept her close enough to help if things went wrong. She was bigger now. She could probably stop Mom from throwing anything or trying to pack her things! She stays real, real quiet and tries to strain her ears to hear what was going on.
She doesn't hear any yelling. Which is weird. Mom's supposed to be yelling by now. Dad too. Why can't she hear anything? What if somethings gone really bad? What if something bad had happened while she was getting the others upstairs? Oh God. Oh fuck. She should've been faster. Should've been better. Oh fuck. Stupid Trinity. Stupid stupid stupid. This is all your fault. You've ruined it again. You should've stopped them from building the hospital. How stupid can you be?
Oh God. She can't breathe. She can't— Her brains going too fast. She needs to calm down. She needs to get up. She can't just sit here. She needs to check on Mom and Dad. Needs to keep everyone safe. Needs to fix things. Ow. Ow. Her chest hurts. Everything hurts. She’s scared. Shes so, so scared. She doesn't want to see Mom like this again. I hate all of you. —— Mom, I think you're manic. —— It- It isn’-isn’t always a meds th-ing. —— Off her meds for over a week. —— Going away for a little while —— I hate all of you —— I hate all of you.
“Trinity? Trin, Baby, what are you doing out here? Where are the others?” Trinity's head snaps up, eyes flicking around wildly. She's pretty sure she flinched. But she manages to get her eyes to focus enough to realise that it's Cassie Dad speaking. She's crouched down in front of her. (It's Cassie. It's just Cassie and Dana. Dana doesn't have Bipolar. She isn't like Mom. Cassie isn't like Dad.) She's calm. Too calm. Somethings wrong. Somethings really, really wrong.
“I— I... They— They're up’tairs. I-in m-my room. Wa-watchin a m-movie. I-I took ‘em away b-before th’ ye-yelling st-starts. Di-didn’t wa-want mom t-to ye-yell at them too. Fi-figured y-you an’ m-me ca-can handle it, li-like last time! Bu-Bu better!” Trinity manages to get out. She was crying. When had she started crying? Mom couldn't see her like this. She'd get sad. I-im so-orry tha-at i ma-made you cr-cry tri-trinity. —— I un-unde-rstand if you ha-te me now.
“Okay— Okay. Can you take a deep breath for me, Trin? In for four, out for four, hold for four. Can you do that for me?” Cassie Dad Da-Cassie (? Confusing. Her brain doesn't know where it is anymore) murmurs, taking slow, exaggerated breaths. Trinity tries to copy, but she doesn't do a very good job. Dad Cassie doesn't yell, doesn't get mad. Just keeps going with the slow breaths until Trinity can copy them more often than not.
“Good job, honey. Can you try and tell me now why you think Dana was going to yell at you? And at me? And what last time you mean? I wanna know how to help.” She prompts, gently. The praise felt kind of grounding. Dad didn't give praise like that. Cassie couldn't be Dad. Trinity sniffles, wiping her nose on her arm. She was pretty sure she'd gotten smaller at some point.
“C-Cause.. Cause.. Last time.. Last time Mom got real emotional all of a sudden, she did lotsa yellin’ at me. And cryin’ and you— no. No. Dad. Dad got involved. And it was bad. A-and Mom hadn' been takin’ her meds. F’r ‘er moods. S-so she wen’ ma-manic. A-and she had to g-go away for a-almost a week a-and it was really scary.” Trinity hiccups, burying her face in her knees. She hated remembering. It made her scared. It's why she didn't want it happening again.
Cassie pulls her into a hug. Trinity doesn't fight it, but doesn't uncurl either. Just let's herself be held.
“I'm so sorry that happened to you, Trini Baby. I promise Dana isn't Manic. She isn't going to yell, and she isn't going to go anywhere. She just had a tough day at work and got sad. She stepped out so she wouldn't cry in front of you little ones.” Cassie murmurs, one hand rubbing up at down Trinitys back in a repetitive, soothing pattern. “Would it help if I let you go in and see for yourself that Dana is okay? Only if you want to.”
Trinity nods, uncurling just enough to tuck her face against Cassie's neck. So, Cassie picks her up, holding Trinity against her chest. She bounces her gently as she takes her into the kitchen. Trinity was pretty sure Cassie was monthing something, could hear the moving of her mouth, but she didn't really want to move to look. If it was bad, she didn't think she could handle knowing.
“Trin, sweetheart, do you wanna look at me?” Dana prompts, gently. Trinity hesitates, but slowly lifts her head. Bracing herself incase Dana looked like Mom had. But she didn't. Sure, her eyes were a little red, but she didn't look like Mom. And didn't sound like it either. Maybe Dana really was okay. Maybe things really, really weren't bad for once.
“... Mama..” Trinity whines softly, starting to squirm in Cassie's arms. She needed Dana. Needed to know her Mama really, really was okay. Thankfully, Cassie is quick to hand her over, and Trinity immediately buries her face in Dana's neck, clinging on tight.
“Papa's gonna go check on your siblings while you and I have some cuddles, is that okay?” Dana prompts, and Trinity's brain struggle at first to process the words, but then nods. She thinks back to how worried they'd looked and felt guilty for making them feel like that.
“Think I scare’ ‘em mama. I ‘idn’ mean ta.” Trinity mumbles, her thumb coming up to her mouth, sucking gently on it. Mama presses a kiss to the top of her head, holding her tighter.
“You didn't do it on purpose. Thats what's important. And you were trying to protect them, hon. Even if there wasn't actually something to protect them for. But I'm sure they'll understand when Papa explains.” Mama reassures, bouncing her gently. She gently pulls Trinity's thumb from her mouth, replacing it with a pacifier she must've grabbed from the drying rack where it'd been left after being cleaned last.
“Y’think? Gon’ says sorry. Bu’ don’ wan’ them ta b’ scar’d ‘f me or be sad a’ me.” Trinity mumbles, sucking softly on the pacifier and burying herself closer to Mama. She let's herself relax for a moment, feeling fuzzy and small in Mama's arms.
“I know so, baby girl. How about we have a nice, calm night? All come hunker down in mine and Papa's room?” Mama suggests, and that makes Trinity smile. Cuddle piles with Mama and Papa made everything better. She nods immediately, clinging tighter.
Trinity isn't sure how long it takes for Papa and the others to come back downstairs, but Mama had moved them out to the living room by then, curling up with her on the couch. It's Denny who shuffles over to her first, eyes a little red but not looking upset anymore.
“You feel ‘kay now, Trinny? Papa sayed you was scared. But tha’ you were do-din better now.” He mumbles, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Trinity's stomach felt warm and fuzzy at that. Her Denny was so so nice!
“Uh huh, ‘kay now. ‘m sor’y Denny. A-an y’u too Mellie ‘n Vic. No mean ta scare y’u. We ‘kay?” She asks quietly, peeking out from where she was hiding against Mama.
“‘f course we're okay, Trinny. You didn't mean to scare us. And- And Cass said you thought you was protectin’ us. An’ thats nice. S-so really you was doin’ a nice thing.” Mellie pipes up, earning nods from Vic — who was in Papa’s arms — and Denny. Trinity immediately felt herself relax fully. Her Vic and her Melly and her Denny weren't mad at her. Mama and Papa were okay. Things were good. She was safe. She has a family.
“Okay, who's ready for a cuddle pile in Mama and I’s room?” Papa prompts, smiling softly. She's immediately met with a chorus of excited “yes”s. And for tonight, nothing else mattered. Not the past. Not work. Nothing. Just family. Real family. The one which chose her. The one which loved her.
So you want to request something, but you aren't sure what I'll write and what I won't? Here's a quick guide to what I will and won't write!
- I only accept requests for headcannons and drabbles. I won’t accept full fic requests, though I may choose to write a fic based on your request.
Okay To Ask:
“Imagine (blank)” / “what are your thoughts on (blank scenario)” / “hcs of (blank)?” / “drabble of (blank)” etcetc
Not Okay To Ask:
“can you write a fic of (blank)” / “can you write (long/complex scenario that clearly can't be just a drabble)” and things like that!
- I won’t write anything NSFW. At all. Dont even ask. I’ll block you.
- Due to personal reasons, I won't write stuff where diapers/pull-ups are a key part of the story. Ill write stuff where it's mentioned briefly offhand (e.g. my sick!emma cg!dana drabble where I say Dana would put her in a pull-up just incase.) I have nothing against padded regression and people who need them for incontinence reasons!! I just personally don't like writing it!
Characters I write for and what pairings I'll do with them!
TRINITY SANTOS — Little , Pet , Caregiver
Little!Trin & CG!Baran/Dana/Cassie/Dennis
CG!Trin & Little!Baran/Dennis/Maybe Frank
Also will so features of her in hc/drabbles of any of the pittlings
Little!Trin & Little!pittlings & Emma & Frank (maybe little Cassie but not Baran)
Pet!Trin & Handler!anyone
BARAN AL-HASHIMI — Little , Caregiver
Little!Baran & CG!Trinity
Little!Baran with Babysitter!(blank)
CG!Baran & Little!Trinity (& maybe little!Emma if it's with little Trin)
Handler!Baran & Pet!Trinity (and possibly other pets for a playdate kind of thing)
(No pet baran.. Sorry guys she doesn't give me the vibes.. No little baran with CGs who aren't Trinity,I just can't write it.. Not likely to write Little!Baran with other littles unless its a hc thing)
FRANK LANGDON — Little , Pet , Caregiver
Little!Frank & CG!Dana/Cassie
Little!Frank & Little!Pittlings & Emma & Cassie
Pet!Frank & Pet/Handler!anyone (if I haven't said I won't do pet them)
CG!Frank & Little!Mel/Trinity/Emma/James
Handler!Frank & Pet!anyone if you can make the request interesting enough
DANA EVANS — Caregiver only
CG!Dana && Little!Anyone
Handler!Dana && Pet!Anyone
No little Dana guys. That's mama, sorry 💔
CASSIE MCKAY — Little , Pet , Caregiver
Little!Cassie && CG!Dana
Little!Cassie && Little!Anyone
Pet!Cassie && Handler!Dana
Pet!Cassie && Pet!Anyone
CG!Cassie && Little!anyone
Handler!Cassie if the ideas good enough
MEL KING — Little , Caregiver , Pet(?)
Little!Mel && CG!Frank/Dana/Cassie/Baran
Little!Mel && Little!Anyone
CG!Mel && Little!Frank (open to writing her as a cg for others too, just would need inspiration)
Pet!Mel (I don't have many ideas for this. So I'd need inspiration)
Handler!Mel && Pet!Frank (see above for her with others)
VICTORIA JAVADI — Little , Pet(?)
Little!Vic && CG!Dana/Cassie
Little!Vic && Little!Anyone
Pet!Vic is something I want to do but I don't have many ideas for.
No CG vic but I WILL do big sister Vic who isn't regressed.
EMMA NOLAN — Little , Pet(?)
Little!Emma && CG!Dana/Cassie
Little!Emma && Little!Anyone
Similar to Vic, I'm open to pet!Emma I'm just lacking ideas rn
No CG Emma, but same as Vic I'll do big sister Emma in headcannons
SAMIRA MOHAN — Little
Little!Samira && CG!Dana (maybe Baran??)
Little!Samira && Little!Anyone
No cg Samira unless u can give me ideas, but again big sister Samira would be fine
No pet Samira cuz my girl is too stressed to let herself be whimsical in that way.
If you have other CG ideas for Samira that are day shift or Abbott, lmk!
DENNIS WHITTAKER — Little , Caregiver , Pet
Little!Dennis && CG!Trinity/Dana/Cassie
Little!Dennis && Little!Anyone
Pet!Dennis && Handler!Trinity/Dana/Cassie
Pet!Dennis && Pet!Anyone
CG!Dennis && Little!Trinity
Big brother Dennis is also cool....
JACK ABBOTT — Caregiver , Little , Pet
CG!Jack && Little!anyone
Little!Jack && CG!Dana
Little!Jack && Little!Anyone
Pet!Jack I want to do. I want to. I don't know who his handler would be if he'd have one but that man is an animal.
JAMES OGILVIE — Little , MAYBE Pet
Little!James && CG!Dana/Cassie/Frank
Little!James && Little!Anyone
Pet!James MAYBE. I'm still undecided on him. Is he a pet guys. What do we think of pet!James.
JOY KWON — Little
Little!Joy && CG!Dana/Cassie
Little!Joy && Little!Anyone
Big sister Joy
Little!Joy && Babysitter!(blank)
(I don't really see joy as regressing super young. So definitely no baby!Joy fics. Like 3-4 is the youngest I'll probably go with her.)
ANYONE ELSE I HAVEN'T MENTIONED ON DAY SHIFT??? ASK!
Except for Robby. I DO NOT WRITE ROBBY. HE IS A SIDE CHARACTER AT MOST. AND USUALLY NOT A GOOD ONE.
For other cg combinations I may have mentioned before and forgot to mention here, just ask! When in doubt, ask! ("Do you write (blank)")
Am I working on another fic-length story rather than doing the requests in my inbox? Maybe... I promise I'll get to everything that fits my request criteria eventually!! (I'm also going to write up a post with my fill request criteria since I've realised I maybe didn't make it super clear!)
