#overstressed

Whitty fnf MC paint

Llewellyn was good at what he could do. The fix to the Dee Dee transport system had been a stroke of genius, one that came with a few threats as more experienced builders didn’t like a child upstaging them. With more complex projects being guided to him, they got angrier. Several didn’t like that the son of a well known woman builder was doing better than them.

But now, he needed to rest. He was basically running himself down trying to get the main project done while also taking on smaller commissions to build up his savings. His gols ran out faster than most builders. He was paying for his space at a higher rate, paying more for the rights to mine and get wood. He didn’t complain. He should have, but he wasn’t.

Watts didn’t stop when he watched Jackson walk in. He pulled out two more carbon steel bars that were barely cool enough to handle without protection and held onto them while he waited for a third and fourth to come out so have them cut. The older man took the bars and set them on his Worktable. Confused, he watched the older man before he was lifted in the air and over the man’s shoulder. “Jackson?!” he yelped, flailing for three seconds before grabbing on to the back of the man’s shirt.

He was then deposited at the small dining table where there was a plate of Chicken Risotto with Coconut and vegetable salad waiting for him. A basket of fresh bread and butter separated that and well seasoned ribs and his own vegetable salad. The man sat down by his food. “Eat, Watts,” he said, “Before everything goes cold.” The younger man glanced down at his food, hearing and feeling his stomach rumble in response. Jackson smirked when Watts dug into the risotto first, his teenaged appetite returning with a vengeance to devour the bowl. One whole bread loaf was grabbed and torn into with the butter being attack after. “Don’t forget your vegetables.”

That gained a glare in return before a piece of lettuce was speared and regretfully shoved in his mouth. The salad was also ate at a fast pace. The bread disappeared, the chicken stripped.

“Thanks, Jackson.”

Like I could probably have graduated some housewife school like three times over now. I know the cleaning hacks. I know the social planning. I can perform the femininity, in skirts and pants. I know the sewing (functional and recreational) and the crafts. I can cook very well. I know other people of varying gender identities who can do the same (with or without the femininity, as it were).

What I can’t do is focus long enough to write 16 pages of essay on topics I am burnt out on (because of my university taking away spring break cause the Greek life kids couldn’t be responsible about the pandemic and not party for five minutes last semester), to further my education, for a career I never planned to even have as a kid, so I can be self sufficient (good) and avoid being told I’m wasting my potential (bad). Even though I’m smart enough for it, it’s not what I’m truly passionate about.

Aw! Thank you! ☺️ That means the world to me!

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Deceit and Roman tend to slip into regression quite often when watching the other littles, especially if they’re stressed.

Roman will often slip into regression because he wants to be able to play like the littles are, but refuses to do so while big.

His CG’s have noticed he usually starts to act fussy: Whimpering, stomping his feet, or scrunching up his nose when he’s starting to slip, and usually Patton or Emile will come to watch the previous littles, while the other helps Roman fully regress.

They’ll read him stories, play a game, or even do a bubble bath with bath toys and crayons, which is Roman’s absolute favorite thing to do when little.

Deceit slipping is often caused from stress and overworking himself. If he’s watching littles, and feels himself start to nod off, he gets upset with himself, and tries to force himself to stay awake. This usually ends up with him in tears, quickly beginning to slip into regression.

Patton will ask if his headspace is one where he needs diapers or pull-ups, change him if needed, then wrap him like a burrito in his favorite fluffy yellow blanket, giving his face soft kisses till he calms down, and drifts off for a nap.

Send help!! ... or at least distractions. 😬

... not tagging anyone specific tonight; but if you see this, tag you’re it!