My name is Scout.. Obviously hehehe. I am 21! I am gay, and ftm. I am autistic!!! I have a papa... He's also my husband! :3. My acc is completely SFW, so minors are free to interact.. just don't expect us to become best friends :p
I regress to 2-5!! I indentify with boyre specifically.. A lot of my personal regression is getting to have a 'boy' childhood! (whatever that means, dysphoria is weird lol)
Stuff I really love and will post about:
TF2, FNaF, MLP, Gravity Falls, Adventure Time, LOTR, RDR2, TWD, Pokemon, Sanrio, LPS, CoTL, The Pitt, RE, ..... this list will pretty much constantly be updating hehe
potential warnings:
I will probably swear, or at least rb posts with swear words in them. I am not always regressed when I'm on this acc... Sometimes I just simply like seeing cute stuff that makes me happy :3
I will talk about my cg a lot!! I am very clingy and I love my papa very much.
Some of the content I am into is decently mature. I will not rb graphic content, but some of the stuff is just inherently adult.
If any of the above could be upsetting, please do not follow! I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable, but I also want to post what I want. Thank you!! :3
Shoutout to kiddos who don't act that different while small. Who speak with the same vocabulary they usually do and enjoy the same things they do while big. Who only experience the change internally. You matter too <3
Only comes out during bad days, and is damn near inconsolable. Wants to be held at all times. He will cry if put down or left alone. He needs comfort and reassurance. You could probably get him to do tummy time however, if he can see you.
Chews on everything. His hands, hoodie strings, stuffies, anything he can get his grubby hands on. You usually let him at it with his pacifier, or objects specifically made to withstand that sort of stuff.
Loves being rocked. Makes him feel the littlest. Pair that with some kisses, soft music, being read to, or some combination, and he's out like a light. He'll whine and point to where the chair is, and you know that thats what he wants. Absolutely adores laying on your chest and being read to as well. He isnt *really* listening, he just likes to hear your voice and feel your chest vibrate.
Of course, enjoys bottles. Preferably likes to drink juice instead of milk from them though, or something warm. Give him one after he wakes up from a nap and he'll respond better to being up.
Toddler!Leon:
Get ready to be asked "why?" 20 times in a row. He loves asking questions. He mainly does it as a form of engagement, he just likes talking to you!
More active in this stage, likes to run around outside more. Still likes to be by your side to some extent however, will pull you by the hand to watch him do something.
Fussy about naps. "Nooo dont wanna!" (Its because he has nightmares.) Will only sleep on your chest or if he's being rocked. Refuses to sleep if he feels unsafe.
Loves to help out! Loves to help you in the kitchen too! Ask him to pass you a glass and he will! Loves to watch you cook too (even if its just putting stuff in the microwave/oven).
Enjoys doing simple puzzles, it makes him happy seeing the full thing complete and likes the praise he gets from you when he does it. Has attempted harder ones before and gotten frustrated, so its best to stay simple
Kid!Leon:
Troublemaker. Enjoys running around with the tv remote or drawing on walls or something. Never anything too bad. He acts out because he knows he can, its an expression of safety deep down. Doesnt act out in public though, keeps this side of him deeply hidden from anyone but you. In the end you usually scold him, tell him not to do it again, and fixes what he did (cleans the wall, puts the remote back, ect).
Likes doing activities with you. Be it playing games or hanging out in general, he doesnt like to be left out or alone in any headspace. He can just verbalize it better in this one.
Talks back more since he can. Again, its never anything too bad, but since hes at a higher age mentally, it comes with its own problems as well. He feels guilt the most in this stage, and will often cuddle into your chest and softly cry, wishing things were different.
I see kid!Leon as more of a way to get the negative emotions out, they're coming out eventually, one way or another. In this way he can act out but he knows you will still love him. Its also partially due to how he remembers his trauma more like this, leading him to throw tantrums. Please pick him up and hold him, he needs it.
After seeing so many good Little!Leon headcanons I wanted to write something for it, so this is Little!Leon and his CG (I've gone back and forth whether I wanted his cg to be Claire or someone else, but it's up for debate, as of now they'll just be dubbed caregiver/cg and it'll be in their POV and written in first person :). Also this isn't a shipping thing, just a little and caregiver / friends thing plea-)
Leon was in a good mood, he'd been given the day off, which meant he could finally rest. His week was quite active and a few times, both in the silence and during dangerous encounters, he'd have an awful memory of everything that happened in Raccoon City. All the people he saw die in front of him, all the suffering, suffering he couldn't help, lives he couldn't save. He felt a rush of anxiety when he woke up, followed by the dread that his day of relaxation might have been ruined by previous triggers and stress. Leon brushed his teeth and left his room to see you putting your shoes on and grabbing the keys to your car. You see him light up when he looks at you.
"Good morning!" You return his smile with an eager grin.
"Hey," Leon was excited though had a concerned tone, "where are you headed?"
"I'm just running some errands, I'd like to get them done early today."
"Can I go?" He took a step towards you, "It won't take me long to get ready."
You immediately recognize that Leon might be feeling antsy and maybe even slightly regressed; he was usually very private about it except around a select few like you and Claire. You assumed he'd want to spend his day home and resting, but then you remembered that Leon doesn't particularly like being alone when he's in a younger headspace. You nod and sit down to wait for him. True to his word, it didn't take him long to get ready; it was a little chilly out so he was wearing one of his hoodies. He seemed a bit more relaxed now knowing he was with you and you let him know you were going to the store to grab a few things.
The two of you walked around the store; you knew what you were getting but also went wherever Leon wanted to look. You caught him rubbing his eyes once or twice, and a few times pulling his sleeves over his hands and looking around, his enthusiasm and energy was seeming to deplete, you had a feeling as to why. You still had a few things left to get but knew you had to hurry up a bit since Leon was appearing to grow agitated and uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" You asked, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
Leon didn't speak but gave a quick nod. You return to looking for your last item and while you were walking, you felt your sleeve being tugged. You turned around and see Leon holding on to just your sleeve to follow you around the store.
"We're about to check out, okay?" He didn't have to say anything, you just knew he was regressing and it didn't seem like he was going to have a good time, "We're gonna be home in a little bit."
He helped you unload the cart, still holding your sleeve with his hand inside his own hoodie sleeve. You glance over at him a few times, he looked sad. You put all the bags in the backseat, opening the door for Leon to get in the passenger seat. When you sat down in yours, you watch him quickly wipe a tear away with his arm. He'd wiped a few away as his sleeve had a few tear droplets on them. You rub his shoulder and try to help him feel better.
"Thanks for coming with me, you helped out a lot." You gave him a smile. He nodded but didn't reply.
You start the car and head home. Since there wasn't a lot to put up, you tell Leon you can do it and suggest that he go lay down for a little bit. Once you're done, you immediately go to check on him. You quietly open the door and see him curled up in his bed, hugging, or more like squeezing, one of his stuffed animals. You sit beside him and pull him to you, making sure his stuffed animal doesn't part from his arms.
"Come here, Leon." You speak with a gentle voice, pulling him into your lap.
You brush some of his hair out of his face, and while still clutching his plushie with one arm, he wraps the other around you. You sit and rub his back, he begins to sob softly, pausing a few times to sniffle or wipe his face.
"I'm so sorry," he sniffled again, "I couldn't save them, I'm-I couldn't even help them."
He sobbed as he spoke, apologized over and over for what had happened.
"Shhh, just take a breath, baby." you ran your fingers through his hair and continued to rub his back. He let out a soft whine and moved his hand from your torso to his face. He rubbed the tears off his cheeks, which just came back moments later, and began to gnaw on his knuckles. You offer him one of his pacifiers, to which he accepts, and hoist him up so his head can lean on your chest. Still clutching his plushie, he wraps his free arm around your neck and clings to you. You rock him back and forth with your body, his sniffles get less and less.
"Do you wanna take a little nap? You might feel a bit better." You ask, brushing through his hair again.
He quickly shakes his head and mumbles from behind his pacifier, "Bad dreams."
You move your hand from his back to cradle his head and wipe one of his tears with your thumb.
"I know you're having a tough time, baby, but you couldn't control anything that happened, they were just bad things that occurred, you did your best to stop it."
He shook his head again and you decide to switch gears; he probably wasn't going to listen or believe what you were trying to say in this moment, especially with how vulnerable he was in his regressed headspace, so you shift to simply comfort him. You continue to rub his back gently and slowly rock him back and forth. After a few minutes, his breathing finally slowed, he'd stopped sniffling, and was instead quietly snoring. You lay with him for a while, just in case he woke. Every now and then he'd rub his nose or cheeks with the back of his hand, only to return it to the safety of your torso. You slowly begin to move him, placing a blanket over him and moving his head to his pillow, and get up to leave his room, making sure that the door was creaked open just a bit. You went to watch TV while he slept. It'd been about an hour and a half when you decided to make yourself lunch, a simple sandwich would do. You heard Leon's door creaking open more, smiling as he emerged from the hall, still holding his plushie under his arm. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and took a deep breath in; a closed-mouth yawn.
"Did you sleep okay?" You asked, finishing putting your sandwich together.
Leon nodded and looked at your plate.
"Would you like me to fix you one?"
He nodded again, moving his plushie in front of him, standing while giving it a hug.
"Okay, I'll make sure to cut the crust off for you, too." You smiled, turning to the cabinet to grab a plate for him.
Leon sat at the table, watching you fix his lunch, he seemed to be in a much happier and slightly playful mood now. You pour him a drink in one of his sippy cups, place his plate in front of him, and ruffle his hair, planting a small kiss on his cheek.
