healing my inner puppy 🐾

— being a mutt ( for bones )

they found you on the street in the rain in your little cardboard box, tail between your legs and stomach growling. just a street dog, a mutt. you shake in the shadows but they approach and let you sniff their hand. and when you approach them, they carefully scoop you up and clutch you to their chest. it’s warmer than the night air and they smell good. like a fireplace and tea.  they brought you home. first, they gave you a bath. filled with bubbles and soaps for sensitive skin, they massaged the suds into you and rinsed your fur till it was soft to the touch and sufficiently brushed out. their hands were careful with the knots, not wanting to tug on your fur and scare you. “ alright, let’s get you dry. “ and they wrapped you up in a big ol’ towel and took you to the living room. while you dried they turned on the tv, something on animal planet and got you some food. you stared at the tv and watched some show about lions play on a low volume. they came back with a bowl filled with chicken and rice. “ here you go, puppy. eat up. “ and they set the bowl down in front of you and watches as you scarf it down. they rub your back and you slump against them as a sleepiness begins to drift over you. you are safe, you are warm, you are fed.  “ we’ll get you a collar tomorrow, okay? and a nice big bed. and some toys. “ they kiss the top of your hand and bring you into their lap where you curl up and close your eyes. “ sleep well, puppy. “

Oh DEFINITELY!

"Eva? How about we take a break, yeah?"

"It's Ms. Stratt."

"Mhm? Ms. Stratt is when you're director, but right now you're twirling knots into your hair and all you've typed on your tablet is 'do cats know they're cute?', so, it's Eva."

She huffs, a pout twitching over her lower lip.

"It's a valid question."

They chuckle, "it is, and we can figure that out *after* we get you a snack and to your room for a rest. Yeah?"

Brown Hyenas (Parahyaena brunnea), adults and pup, family Hyaenidae, Tswalu Kalahari Reserve, South Africa

Fandom: Be More Chill (the musical)

Characters: Rich & Jeremy-centric, with Michael, Christine, and Jake.

Words: 2,100

Summary: The kids from Be More Chill become friends, slowly but surely. Jeremy starts getting closer to Rich and finds out that he regresses.

Warnings: Bit of an angsty fic! With a happy ending, of course. Mentions of bad parents and unsafe households. Nightmares and stress-regression. One cuss word. Typed baby-talk.

Note: The prompt asked for cg!Jeremy with regressor!Rich and Jake. I only filled about half of the prompt because I’ve never written for BMC before and needed to do some world-building, so please remind me to write a part two when I open requests again! I’ve got a bit of a to-do list so I’m only writing this stand-alone for the moment, but I hope you enjoy, and I look forward to writing the rest!

Like, no this character isn't using a pacifier or gripping onto a plushie or padded or wearing childing clothing, but they are hiding behind their most trusted person in the friend group, either a parental figure or close friend, when things feel too big and new.

They aren't crying out for mommy or daddy, or throwing a tantrum, but they're sobbing to themselves in the middle of the night, clutching their pillow like a person, because everything feels too big and too much

They aren't burying themselves in pacifiers, teethers, or plushies, but they're chewing on their shirt or hand when they get anxious and hugging their pillow to their chest like a lifeline

dont have/dont want a cg

wear/want to wear diapers in a sfw way

wear/want to wear a collar or tail/ears in a sfw way

dont have/want any little gear

dont use any community labels

are still figuring out your regression

you have a fully adult life outside of agere (e.g if you are sexually active, drink, work, etc)

dont fit the stereotype of the "agere aesthetic"

aren't white, skinny, neurotypical, etc.

are a boy, nonbinary, trans, etc

are lgbt+ in general

are disabled and/or mentally ill

get sad/struggle with your mental health while regressing

regress because of/to deal with trauma

your regression is yours, you know yourself, and as long as you're staying safe and not hurting anyone, no one can tell you otherwise.

They're just another item for personal accommodation ‼️ like tampons or a heating pad. Or orthopedic shoes.

Because I'm on day 2 of my period, and I got that shit ON. BECAUSE EVEN THE XXXL MAXI PADS FAIL TO PROTECT ME AND MY SURROUNDINGS. ✊️😞