Aurora Flopsie Nico Ragdoll (x)

i saw that your mood board requests are open! could i pretty please have a caregiver viktor from arcane board? tysm and i hope you have a wonderful day!!!!

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Hedgehogs with hedgehog backpacks! 🦔💕

joel finds you out in the cold. your parents haven’t returned from a supply run. you’re alone and scared— so he takes you back to his camp.

Joel slings his backpack over his shoulder and forces himself forward. He knows that stopping to rest now is essential if he plans on getting home, even if he so desperately wants to keep pace and make it there within the next hour. Logic wins. He pulls himself down and rests his fist under his chin.

A shuffle grabs his attention. He immediately pulls his gun, his eyes darting frantically, scanning for a threat. He lowers his weapon once the ‘threat’ enters his vision. A small kid, can’t be above 10. Shivering, clutching a dirty stuffed bear to their chest. You look terrified— rightfully so. With the world you live in now, it would be strange if you weren’t terrified. Joel approaches you slowly. Puts his gun away to show you he means no harm.

“Hey.. you, kid, under the porch. I ain’t gonna hurt ‘ya.” He crouches and offers his hand to you. You’re timid, untrusting. He understands, he’d probably have taught you to be untrusting too if he was your parent. He rolls a water bottle under the crack. You roll it back over his way.

“I promise it’s safe. Watch.” He takes a waterfall from the bottle. Showing you he didn’t do anything to the drink. Rolls it back to you. This time you accept it, gulping it down quickly. You were dehydrated. You haven’t left this spot since yesterday.

“Thank you..” you mutter, still afraid. Joel has a warm aura. You decide that maybe you can trust him. Maybe.

“Yeah. Come out from under there, kid. It’s ’bout to be night time. Don’t want a clicker to get ‘ya. I’ll keep you safe, bud.” He gives you his hand again. You take it. After pulling you out from under the porch he throws his jacket over you, not wanting you to freeze to death on the way home.

“I have a camp. Lots of food. Good things. You’ll like it. Other kids your age. You can play… whatever kids your age do. Learn to shoot, too, if you want. I teach that course.” You shrug. You aren’t sure what you want yet. You just want a warm bed, and to know that your parents are okay. “What were you doing under there anyway?” You both start the journey back to camp.

“Waitin’ for mama and papa.” Your voice cracks as you say it. Joel sighs.

“I’m sorry about that, kiddo. Really damn sorry.” He rubs the back of your head, trying to soothe the hurt, though he knows nothing could repair that wound. He’s lost a daughter before, he imagines it feels just like that, but reversed. Having to lose both your parents.

Hours pass and you’re nearing the camp. Joel can see how sleepy you are. He chuckles. Kids always look cute when they’re tired. “Think you can make it, kid?” You’re barely awake. You give him half a nod. He shakes his head.

“Listen, I can carry ‘ya. I don’t mind. I don’t bite, swear.” You blink, thinking it over. Drowsiness takes over and you reach for Joel. If he wanted to hurt you, he probably would have already. “Good. Good. C’mere, kiddo.” He reaches and pulls you up into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “Sweet dreams. When you wake up you’ll be in a warm bed. Safe. I’ll pull some strings and get ‘ya some candy, too. A welcome home gift.”

You’re too tired to react. All you do is yawn and nod, letting the sleep overpower you and finally, it consumes you.

twinkle, twinkle little stars

Clyde Capybara (featuring Fabulous Fruit Oranges)

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Rainbow friends 🌈

age regressors on tumblr mobile 🫵 you should press and hold the post button and drag it around your screen right neow. silly rainbow worm!!

bright starts set-the-scene sesame street wooden blocks !

shoutout to the age regressors that aren’t ‘little’. tweens i see you. teens i see you. young adults i see you. all big kids, i see you. your regression is just as valid as anyone else’s.

regressors with ‘scary’ theriotypes, i see you. wolves, tigers, lions, bears, coyotes— all of you. you are important. your experiences matter so much.

regressors that get mean when they regress, because it is a trauma response, you’re seen. you deserve kindness and gentle hands when you’re 3 and want to color, and also when you’re 8 and have growing pains, and also when you’re 12 and are starting to see yourself and form an identity and needing an adult more than ever to guide you and help your insecurities. to aid you and show you the right path.

regressors that were always torn down for showing emotions when they were younger so now you’re stuck at 10 and all you can do is cry and scream, beg for a hug and then pull away because of how scared you are.

regressors that feel like they’ll always be 13, scared, hurt, betrayed in their heart. waiting for someone to heal the inner child’s wound, because you feel like you can’t, because you’re still just 13 yourself.