[like Augustus, but a dog] :3

“subtle” agere jonathan sims stimboard :)

middle art can be found here

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Shoutout to regressors that don't babytalk while regressed

Shoutout to regressors that smoke weed/eat edibles to help them regress

Shoutout to regressors that still swear while regressed

Shoutout to regressors that enjoy media typically not meant for kids like adult cartoons, horror/gory movies, etc

Shoutout to regressors that don't use a lot of gear for their regression or just don't want certain gear

Shoutout to regressors that are their own caregiver and/or don't want a caregiver

Shoutout to all regressors in general, yall are incredibly valid and you should always be yourself no matter what others say :]

I love TMA with all of my heart and Jon is one of my comfort characters, his sarcasm and determination and then his softness with Martin in later seasons…he’s just such an amazing character <3

Jonathan Sims CG Headcanons

💚 Would never admit it but being called dada or papa would melt him, but he’d also find it cute if his little called him Jonny

👁️ Strict about rules like bedtime and how many sweets his kiddo can have

📼 Lots of “you’re too little for that”

💚 Little one, honey, and darling would be his go to nicknames, also papa’s boy/girl/baby

👁️ Stories!! All the time!! He’d do voices and act out the scenes and everything, very theatrical

📼 Sits his tiny one on his lap while he’s working but makes sure he doesn’t read any scary statements with them around

💚 Writes stories for his little one

👁️ Very protective, won’t let anyone be alone with his baby except Martin

📼 Tim is allowed to babysit WITH SUPERVISION (not that he doesn’t trust Tim, just that he knows Tim is high energy and doesn’t want his kiddo to get overwhelmed)

💚 Has a cozy corner with blankets and plushies in the corner of his office for his tiny to stay cozy

Safe to Cry (CG! James Wilson x GN! Reader)

Summary: You expect scolding, but Wilson offers comfort, warmth, and the space to let your tears fall safely.

Warning: This fic contains age regression and angst.

Your chest hurts before the tears even start. You know the signs, tight throat, shaky hands, that sinking feeling in your belly. You try to hold it back, to be quiet, because that’s what you were always told to do. Don’t cry. Don’t be dramatic. Don’t make a scene.

But the sob slips out anyway. Just one, then another, until you’re curled small on Wilson’s couch, sleeves pressed to your face, trying to muffle the sound. You’re bracing for the sharp words, for someone to tell you to stop being ridiculous-

But none come.

Instead, there’s a soft shuffle of footsteps. Then a weight dips the cushion beside you. A warm hand, steady and careful, rests against your shoulder.

“Hey,” Wilson’s voice is low, like he’s afraid of startling you. “Hey, sweetheart. What’s going on?”

You shake your head, unable to answer, the shame burning hotter than your tears.

But Wilson doesn’t press. He doesn’t scold. He doesn’t tell you to stop. He just eases you closer, guiding you against his chest. His shirt smells like laundry soap and his heartbeat is slow, grounding.

“You don’t have to hold it in with me,” he murmurs. “Crying’s not a bad thing. It just means you’ve got big feelings. And I’d rather you let them out than hurt yourself trying to hide them.”

The words break something open in you. The tears come harder, but his arms only tighten, holding you safe, as though you’re not a burden at all. He rocks you gently, the way you imagine he would with a child, whispering soft things you can barely hear over your own sobs: It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just let it out.

By the time the crying slows, your body feels wrung out and heavy, but you’re cocooned in warmth. Wilson brushes a hand through your hair, kisses your temple like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid of crying in front of me,” he says quietly. “I’ll never punish you for needing comfort. That’s what I’m here for.”

You sniffle, embarrassed, and mumble something about being a mess. Wilson just huffs a little laugh, tilting your chin so you’ll meet his eyes.

“Mess?” he repeats gently. “You look like someone who needs tissues, water, and maybe a lollipop. That’s hardly catastrophic.”

It makes you laugh, small and watery, but a laugh nonetheless. Wilson beams like you’ve just made his entire week.

“Sit tight,” he says, easing you back against the cushions. “Doctor’s orders.”

He disappears into the kitchen, leaving the faint clink of cupboards and the hum of the freezer door. When he returns, he’s armed with tissues, a glass of water, and, true to his word, a lollipop, unwrapped and waiting for you.

He presses the tissue into your hand first, dabbing at your damp cheeks with exaggerated care before handing over the water. “Hydration,” he says seriously, as though this is part of a medical protocol.

Then he offers the lollipop, raising his brows like he’s testing you. “Now, this one’s optional. But I find sugar has a decent success rate in post-cry recovery.”

You giggle, the sound surprising even yourself, and take it. The strawberry taste is sweet on your tongue, grounding in a new way.

Wilson watches you with soft eyes, leaning back but staying close enough that his knee brushes yours. He doesn’t fill the silence with questions or try to fix what made you cry. Instead, he lets you sit there, warm and safe, sharing quiet company.

Eventually, when your breathing is steady again, he nudges you gently. “See? Crying doesn’t make you a burden. It makes you human. And I happen to like you just the way you are.”

Your throat aches, but not from tears this time. You lean against him, and he wraps his arm around you without hesitation, pressing a kiss to your forehead like he means it.

And for once, you believe it.

No I don’t care if I’ve already been 2 house moodboards before, that is my DAD

Cg!Gregory House x Little!Reader, Minor Cg!James Wilson x Little!Reader

Summary- Regressed reader has the flu and House can't help but care. Their stubbornness causes him more concern than he'd like to admit. He's never been more worried about someone having the flu. (832 Words)

Warnings- Needles (IV)

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CG! James Wilson Stimboard

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Note ; Wilson brainrot.. 🙁

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