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littlespacereader · 15 days

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I haven’t regressed for a while because you know, life sometimes gets in the way. But I finally got a moment after class to have the rest of the evening off and just regress. At first I was worried I wouldn’t be able to regress after a stressful day at college. Then I literally was two second into a Blue’s Clues episode with Steve and suddenly I’m a baby😂 Steve just had the magic touch🥹💞

I felt inspired to write a cute fic with him and a little reader. I’m actually thinking of making a mini series of fics with a little reader in a kids show. What do you think? Would you guys like something like that? Let me know😄

So please enjoy another “side quest fic” I didn’t plan on writing😂💞

Looking for Blue’s Clues🐾

Caregiver!Steve Burns & GN Little!Reader

Tags - scavenger hunt, Steve is the most gentle and patient CG ever, hand holding, hugs

I held my head up high as I walked through the woods, stuffie in hand, backpack on my shoulders, wandering around on my own little adventure. I needed this, just some time away from the busy and hectic working world. I just needed some time outdoors to regress in peace.

And that’s what I did. All my supplies shoved into my backpack, my favorite stuffie in hand, I am ready to go! I started on a trail, following the winding trail through the thick woods. I’ve been on this trail before, it’s calm, quiet and peaceful. Perfect for a regression day.

As I kept walking I noticed something with my usual trail. The trail split into two pathways. One, the usual path, went right and down towards a river. But now there’s a left path, a path that’s never existed before. Maybe the parks department decided to make a new path for everyone?

There was something deep down inside of me that filled with excitement for the new adventure. I looked to my stuffie in hand, “What do you think (stuffie name)?”

Though they didn’t outright say it, I knew my stuffie wanted me to go forward towards the adventure.

“You’re so right! New trail it is!”

The path wasn’t very different than the other trail, though it did go deeper into the woods. But there was a clearing up ahead, I could see there was a colorful neighborhood with a yellow house.

A blue dog ran infront of me, stopping me in my tracks. She began talking to me before she skipped away. I smiled to myself, a blue dog?! That’s a first!

Suddenly out of the corner of my eyes I spotted something. On one of the tall trees next to me is a blue paw print. I walked over and looked at the print and smiled. Why would there be a blue paw print here? Did that dog leave it behind?

“A clue!”

I quickly turned around to be greeted by a man in a stripped green shirt. He smiled, happy to see me as if he knew me his whole life.

“You found a clue!”

“A clue?” I pointed to the blue print.

“A blue’s clue! Great job! You’re very smart.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the praise. “Thank you, but I wasn’t even trying.”

“You weren’t trying to find blue’s clue and you found it anyway? You’re better at this than me! Wow!” Again, the stranger glowed with praise.

“I’m Steve, it’s so nice to meet you.” He put his hand out to shake.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you too.” I gladly shook his hand.

“Now that we have our first clue, we gotta put it in our handy dandy notebook!” Steve pulled out his notebook from his back pocket, popping the crayon out from the top and flipping to the first page.

He stood along side me so I could see what he was drawing. “So our first clue is a tree. We’ll start with two big lines for the trunk of the tree, then we’ll draw smaller lines on the top for the branches, then we’ll make this curly lines for the leafs at the top of the tree. There, a tree.” He looked up from his drawing to smile back at me.

“Our first clue is a tree. So what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner with…a tree?” He asked me.

I began thinking of all the possibilities a tree could mean. What does his dog want to do tonight? “Maybe she wants to play fetch with one of the branches of the tree?”

Steve hummed in agreement, “Good idea, maybe she does watch to play fetch. But we have to find the other clues to be sure.”

I nod my head in agreement but I can’t help but ask. “How many clues are there?”

“There are three clues. Once we find all three clues we sit in our thinking chair and think, think, think. Because when we use our minds, we take a step out of time and we can do anything that we want to do.” His smile is utterly contagious because I smile just as big as him.

“I’m really going to need your help to find the other two clues. Will you help me find them?”

“Yeah!” I practically jump saying.

“Really? Thank you! You’re the best! Now, this second clue must be around here somewhere…Lets go this way.” He hold his hand out to me as a silent offer.

I appreciate him not being pushy or just grabbing my hand. It was an invitation if I wanted it, so I took his hand in mine. Together we walked to the yellow house I saw earlier.

Steve opened the door and lead the way into his house. It’s beautiful with its peach tone wallpaper and big red chair in the living room.

“That’s the thinking chair,” Steve pointed out, “Once we’ve got all three clues we’ll sit there and think.”

Then it was off to the kitchen to further find a clue. Inside on the counter top is a family different spices.

“Y/N,” he squeezed my hand, “I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper and their children Cinnamon and Paprika.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes as the Salt and Pepper shaker waved and talked to me.

“Bonjour Y/N! Welcome to our home!” Mr. Salt waved.

“So wonderful to have you here.” Mrs. Pepper added.

“So nice to meet you both.” I smiled back.

But then my eyes caught it, across the kitchen on another counter top sat a bag of marshmallows. And on the bag? A big blue paw print!

“Steve! A clue! A clue!!” I squeezed his hand back and was jumping out and down.

“The flu? You don’t look sick to me. Here let me check.” He held his hand to my forehead. “No, you don’t have a temperature.”

I couldn’t help but giggle to Steve. “No! A clue! Over there!” I pointed to the paw print.

Steve gasped and quickly the two of us ran over to the bag of marshmallows. “So our second clue is…marshmallows. You know what we gotta do. We gotta put this clue in our handy dandy…”

“Notebook!”

“That’s right! Our notebook! Now, a marshmallow. We’ll make two round lines on the side and an oval on the top. At the bottom we’ll make half a circle to connect the sides. There! A marshmallow! But what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner with…a tree and a marshmallow?”

The two of us stopped and started to think about the clues. There were pretty different from one another. It would be hard to tell what they meant together.

“Maybe she wants to play fetch then eat some marshmallows?” I suggested.

Steve gasped and nodded his head, “Maybe! But I think we should find our last clue before we decide.” I nodded in agreement.

Mail time, mail time mmmmaaaaaiiilllll ttttiiimmmmeeee

“Oh! The mail is here!” Steve grabbed my hand and together we ran into the living room. Blue and him started dancing around happy for the mails arrival. After a minute I started to join in the fun.

“Here’s the mail, it never fails. It makes me want to wag my tail. When it comes I want to wail, MMMMMAAAAAIIIIILLLLL!!!”

Steve plopped down into his thinking chair and held his hand out for me to sit as well. “You’re more than welcome to sit on my lap or on the arm of the chair. Whichever is more comfortable for you Y/N.”

After a moment of consideration, I chose to sit on the arm of the chair next to Steve. The mailbox stretched into the room and over to our chair. “Mails here! Mails here!”

“Mailbox! I’d like you to meet my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Mailbox.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled to the purple mailbox.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Infact this letter is for you.”

“It’s for me?”

“Yup! Here you go!” Mailbox opens his lid and Steve grabbed the letter for me.

“We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter, wonder who it’s from.” He went to open the letter but paused and looked to me. “Y/N this is your mail. Would you rather open it or would you like me to?”

“Could you open and read it?” I asked a bit shy. But Steve brought me back to feeling comfortable with his warm smile and nod.

“Of course I can. Now let’s see, oh! It appears that this letter is from a (stuffie name here).”

I gasped and looked down at my stuffie. “It’s from (stuffie name here)?!”

“Uh-huh. That what it says. The letter goes,

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for always taking such great care of me. Thank you for always coming to me whenever you need extra love and comfort. Always know I will forever be with you even when you have to go to school or work. There’s always a piece of me inside of you just as there a piece of you inside of me.

Love you always,

(Stuffie name).”

Tears started to fall down from my eyes as I looked at my stuffie in hand. They looked back up at me with a smile and a wink.

“What a beautiful letter! Your stuffie is very grateful for you Y/N, just as I’m sure you are for them. Oh, I don’t think we were introduced. It’s nice to meet you (stuffie name).” Steve leaned over and shook the stuffie’s (hand, paw, fin, ect.)

“They said it’s nice to meet you too.” I add back to Steve, wiping the happy tears from my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

I hum in agreement. “My stuffie was just so nice.”

“They seem great! You’re perfectly matched because you’re great and they’re great too.” Steve smiled. “Now, would you like to take a moment here or would you like to go find the last clue?”

“The last clue!!”

“Alright!” He stood up and offered his hand again. I jumped off the chair and took his hand in mine again. “Off we go looking for clues…but ummm…where do you think we should go?”

I looked outside and saw the sunsetting. It might be nice to get some fresh air again. “Maybe outside?” I offered.

“Great idea! Follow me.” Steve led the way as we ventured back outside.

Outside we started to walk around the town. Steve showed me the eye doctor where Blue’s friend Magenta got her new glasses, then there was the present shop where his brother Joe works and another house down the block where his cousin Josh lives. The town seemed so nice and peaceful.

Since we didn’t see anymore of Blue’s clues we ventured back to Steve’s house and into the back yard. There it seemed all of his friends were handing out around a picnic blanket, tree and a fire pit. WAIT A MINUTE! THE FIRE PIT!

“Steve!! A clue!! Another clue!!” I pointed out again.

“Really?! Where?”

“There by the fire pit! The final clue!”

Steve gasped and looked at the fire pit. There, at the base of it was the clue.

“A clue!! Our final clue! And it’s on the fire pit. You know where we need to put this, in our handy dandy…”

“NOTEBOOK!”

Steve grabbed his notebook from his back pocket and began drawing. “So our last clue is…a fire pit. We’ll start by making a cylinder for the fire pit. Then spark points for the fire inside of it. There, a fire pit!”

He closed the notebook then looked at me just as excited. “We have all three clues! We have to sit in our-.”

“Think chair!!”

“Yes! Come on!”

The two of us raced back inside the house and over to the thinking chair. Steve sat in his usual spot and I opted for the arm of the chair again. Blue ran over and joined us, to see if we got it right.

“So now that we’re in our thinking chair, let’s think. So what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner? What’s our first clue?”

“A tree.”

“That’s right! A branch! Good job remembering. So our first clue is a branch. But what was our second?”

“Marshmallows!”

“You’re right it’s marshmallows! You have an amazing memory.” He smiled.

“Finally our last clue is a fire pit. So what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner, with a tree, marshmallows and a fire pit?”

The two of sat in the chair together and think, think, think. They did seem random at first but they meant to go together. Then suddenly it hit me!

“Steve! I’ve got it! I’ve got it!!”

“What is it Y/N?”

“Blue wants to use the wood from the tree to make a fire so that she can roast marshmallows!”

Steve’s face lights up to the idea. He looks to Blue who start jumping around the room happily. “You did it Y/N! You figure out Blue’s Clues!”

Steve jumps up and put his arms open to me. I immediately run into them, getting a big hug from him. “You are so smart! I am so proud of you!”

Tears build up in my eyes hearing the admission. He’s treated me so sweet for hardly knowing me. I haven’t felt this safe and happy in such a long time.

“Come on, let’s go outside and get ourselves a marshmallow.” Steve says as we break apart.

The two of us join the rest of the neighborhood outside to roast some marshmallows. There I meet Joe and Josh as well as the rest of the family including Magenta, Sidetable, and more.

I sat next to Steve as the evening turned to night. We looked up at the stars above as we ate our marshmallows.

“You know, you could stay if you wanted?” Steve said after a moment. I looked at him shocked at first. “It’s just that, you did such a good job finding all the clues. And Blue and I loved having you here. Plus, I could look after you and show you the rest of the town and-.”

He stopped himself. “Sorry, what I’m trying to say is. If you like to stay you’re more than welcome to. I’d love to have you here. And before you say anything, I don’t mind your regression. I’d love to help take care of you and maybe even possible be your Caregiver. So what do you think?”

I immediately began to tear up again. “I’d love to stay and I’d love to have you as my Caregiver.”

Steve’s nervousness turned immediately to happiness as he put his arms out again. I didn’t waste any time as I joined him in a hug.

“I’m so happy to hear that Y/N. I think you’re going to be the best person for this town. I couldn’t be more happy to have you here Y/N.” Steve added as we broke apart.

“I couldn’t be more happy to be here.” I smiled back.

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jacksdinonuggets · 2 months

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~ T r a u m a ~

Summary:Lucifer is trying to spend some time to get to know Vaggie but she ends up in littlespace so Lucifer takes care of her.

It was rough keeping a big secret from Charlie. Even though she accepted her now and they were on good terms, things were still very stressful. Her wings contributed to that factor as well. They reminded her of what she did before Charlie found her and it gave her a lot of guilt. A few panic attacks later, she decided to talk about it to Charlie one day, hoping that she’ll feel better.

“Maybe you should talk to someone about this,” Charlie suggested, “I’m not exactly qualified and there aren’t many therapists in hell, but maybe you could talk to my dad,”

“Why Lucifer?” Vaggie asked, a little bit nervous. She didn’t exactly want to talk about all this heavy shit to her girlfriend’s dad. What if she makes herself look bad and he’s unaccepting of them? He did know she was an exorcist but never knew why she fell in the first place. It was too heavy to talk about in their little time together.

“Well, he’s also a fallen angel, he might understand how it feels,” The princess prompted.

Vaggie bit her lip, wondering what she should do. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, she sighed and agreed.

A day or two later, Vaggie stands in front of Lucifer’s room. It was just one of the nicer hotel rooms, so it wasn’t supposed to be as intimidating. But it was. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Mr Morningstar?” She called out, slowly opening the door and entering. He had one of the suites so she assumed he was just in one of the bedrooms.

“Ah, Maggie! Good to see you!” He popped up to her side and gave her a hug. She flinched, but then relaxed.

“It’s Vaggie, Sir,” She calmly corrected him.

“Vaggie, got it. Anyways, what brings you to my humble abode,” He asked, leading her to the kitchen area where he poured himself a glass of water.

“I- uhhh, I was hoping to talk to you about something,” She nervously looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. She really didn’t want to make this more awkward and terrifying than it already was.

“Oh, alright, let's sit then,” he walked over to the couch and gestured a hand to the one in front of it so they sat facing towards each other.

“So, I- Uh, Charlie wanted me to talk to you about some struggles I’ve been having that have to do with being a fallen angel,” she began, “I don’t even know how to start,”

She thought about it for a second and took a deep breath.

“What do you do when… you feel so ashamed for being an angel that you think it would be better if you were gone?”

“That’s a tough question. Mind telling me why you feel ashamed first?” he asked. He would probably have to tell Charlie about these thoughts. It definitely wasn’t healthy.

Vaggie’s memories and reasons why she was guilty flashed in her head. The people she’s killed. The souls lost. It's all her fault.

“I- I- I-,” She stuttered.

“Hey, it’s okay, take a deep breath,” he instructed. After she took a couple, she felt a bit calmer.

“I was an exorcist for years. I killed so many and hurt many more. I lied to Charlie, I lied to my friends, I even lied to myself. I kept saying that it was okay but it wasn’t! Nothing is okay! I’m not fucking okay! I’m a murderer.…” she confessed. He sucked in a breath but she wasn’t done.

“I wasn’t even punished! I- I deserve to feel hurt and pain. I deserve agony but no one will give it to me. My stupid wings are a constant reminder of the monster I am,” She began to stumble on her words as her lip began to quiver. She’s held so much in that she was an absolute mess now that she was talking about it. It made her headspace immediately fall like a bag of sand being thrown off a cliff.

Before she knew it, she started crying, sobbing even. Lucifer got really worried and moved to sit next to her. He wrapped his arms around her shaking body. She was very much ugly crying. The hiccuping, hyperventilating kind too. Why was he giving her comfort. He should be upset with her.

“Vaggie, you don’t deserve any pain. You’ve changed. You’re not deserving of a punishment anymore. You deserve comfort and help,” He told her in a calm, gentle voice. It was quite nurturing too.

Being a caregiver, he could notice easily when a headspace dropped and he could tell hers went deep down fast. He gently pulled her into his lap and began to rock her, trying to calm the baby down.

“Shh, shhh, you’re okay, we all forgive you, shh, shhh,” He spoke soothingly into her ear.

He made a rubber duck appear and held it in front of her.

“Look! It’s a ducky!” he sqeaked it, trying to get her attention. She looked up at it, still crying but not as many hiccups. Lucifer moved it around and made little quacking noises to entertain her. It seemed to help.

He gave the ducky to her once she stopped crying. She immediately tried to put it in her mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah, you don’t know where that’s been,” he took it out of her mouth and made a pacifier appear in her mouth. She sucked on while playing the rubber duck.

He lifted her up and placed her on the second couch. He snapped his fingers and her clothing changed. She was now in a thick diaper and onesie. Lucifer had babysat enough times to know what clothing helped her feel safe.

He brought her over to the bedroom and laid her down in bed before he took off his shoes and climbed in too. She seemed very clingy so he definitely would need to cuddle with her.

She snuggled up close to him as he massaged her scalp. He felt bad that she had to deal with all of this guilt. It was upsetting to say the least. Even though they weren’t very close, he still cared and worried about her.

He felt content once he heard soft snoring coming from the girl. It was a peaceful sight, knowing that she was no longer fighting her inner demons. He slipped out of the bed without waking her up and went back into the small living room area.

He brainstormed what kind of toys Vaggie would like. He wanted to make sure she had something to do when she woke up. After summoning a couple of blocks, a shape sorting game, and setting up a cute purple tent and filled it with a bunch of pillows and blankets, he sat on the couch and scrolled on his hellphone. He contemplated calling Charlie but he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t good enough to take care of Vaggie.

He sat there for a while until a scream erupted from the bedroom. He shot up and scrambled towards the sound. He followed it and opened the door. The sight he was greeted with was sad to say the least. The poor girl was shot up in bed, bawling while clutching the blankets. He could easily see sweat beads rolling down her forehead too. Using context clues, he realized that she must’ve had a nightmare.

“Sweetie,” he sat down next to her on the bed. He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead, waiting patiently for her to calm down. He wiped away her tears and held a tissue to her nose, which she blew into, clearing her sinuses. She cried for a minute or two until she was feeling a bit better.

Lucifer summoned a bottle filled with cold water and pulled her into his lap. A diaper change was in order afterwards but for now, he fed her the water, knowing that it would help. Once she finished it, she mumbled a “t’ank you,”

“You’re welcome, Little ducky. Do you want to talk about your bad dream?” Lucifer asked.

“Dun wanna think about it,” She told him. “Scary,”

“It’s okay, baby, you don’t need to talk about it. I have a small surprise for you but do you need any help getting your diapy changed?” He asked. She nodded, feeling way too small to do it herself.

He laid her down on the ground and began to make quick work of the change. Vaggie played with a small fidget cube so it wasn’t so overwhelming. Once he was done and taped everything up, he carried her on his hip into the living room where watched her play with blocks and sorting games.

Lucifer never realized how intense her trauma was. He was glad that he now knew so he could prepare for any future mishaps. It made him determined to be the best caregiver ever. He would make the small and scared fallen angel feel happy with herself again.

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cotyledon8 · 6 months

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🐈‍⬛ regressor izzy hands

→ he’s an involuntary regressor (on the younger side of 1-5), and as a result of only really regressing when he’s put it off too long, or something negative has triggered it; he tends to be really teary and sleepy for most of it.

→ he spends heaps of his time small, curled up asleep somewhere or with someone as he tries to sleep it off. he usually ends up with gentlebeard, or frenchie, or fang. if jim’s small too, the two of them will sometimes be found together

→ he absolute loathes it, but he’s super emotionally fragile when he’s small, since he’s so tightly strung out every other time. there’s nothing worse than him getting into his head about something, getting teary over it and then getting mad he’s getting teary. it just spirals into an absolute tantrum

→ he loves watching people to their jobs while he just co-exists while small. he’ll sit on a crate and fiddle with scrap bits and pieces while while frenchie (and wee john) work, or sit in the galley with roach while the other man cooks. he even spends time up on the deck silently while buttons navigates

→ he’s not a huge talker while he’s small, not because he necessarily can’t talk, but mostly just because it’s a lot of effort at that point. he usually manages to get his point across regardless. him and jim have pretty much mastered having silent conversations between them

→ he’s a super picky eater, since he both gets an upset tummy really easily and because he just never feels like he has enough time to eat. the crew and his captains have learnt that the easiest way to get him to eat is to give him little bits of food throughout the day while he’s doing something. izzy hasn’t caught on yet

→ stede has a whole collection of embarrassing little nicknames for izzy, especially once izzy actually starts letting him be around him while small without a huge fight. actually most of the crew have some variation of nicknames for him. he pretends that he hates it more than anything; he loves it

→ on the few times that he will talk while small, whoever he’s with will usually he subjected to a complete infodump of facts about the ocean, and marine creatures and pirate ships. it’s as fascinating as it is endearing.

#age regression #age regression writing #sfw agere #agere headcanons #regressor headcanons #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd agere #regressor izzy hands #izzy hands headcanons #ofmd izzy

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thorin-baby-bear · 8 months

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Regressor rose and cg tenth doctor hcs maybe :0?

Oh absolutely!! I love Rose, she's so lovely :333

CG!10th Doctor & Little!Rose Headcannons

At first, Rose was very shy around 10, specifically about her regression

9 had been her cg before, and she was worried that now it was different and she had lost that part of their relationship

It wasn't until she accidentally regressed in front of 10 that he knew anything about her insecurities

After that, he started trying to get her into little space more often, getting her toys, watching fun cartoons, taking her on fun trips, etc

He really wanted her to see that he was still a good cg

Eventually Rose did come to terms with the change and accepted 10 as her cg :))

He was ecstatic

More Headcannons :33

Rose is very blunt when regressed

10 will say some nonsense to try to get her to laugh, and she'll just stare at him.

"Dat's not true daddy, don't lie" :|

She can be mischievous as well, constantly sneaking off and touching things she's not supposed to.

10 actually considers getting a backpack leash for her before realizing she'd hate that and deciding against it.

She is a very active little, constantly needing exercise and outside time.

She really loves colorful things

All of her toys and little clothes have to be at least two colors (or one reeeeaally bright color) or she won't touch it

10 is very good at finding clothes that Rose likes the texture of

This is important because if it doesn't feel good on her skin or if it's too tight, Rose won't even look at it

She hates being uncomfortable when regressed

10 spoils Rose constantly

New toys, new games, new clothes, anything she wants, she gets.

Nicknames were a difficult thing to decide

Not for Rose, 10 found almost any nicknames worked for her (especially Stardust, Petal, Sweetie, Rosie, and Snappy.)

But cg nicknames for 10?

That took Rose forever to figure out

After much deliberation, she decides on simply Dada, which 10 actually really loves, it makes his heart melt.

Hope you like these!! I love 10 so much, he's so close to my heart :333

#agere #age regression #fandom agere #safe agere #doctor who #doctor who agere #tenth doctor #rose tyler #cg!tenth doctor #little!rose #age regression writing #agere headcanons

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agerefandom · 9 months

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As I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Regressor!Reader, caregiver!Angel Dust

Words: 1,300

Summary: Reader is anxious and can't sleep, and goes in search of Angel Dust for some soothing cuddles.

Warnings: Lots of descriptions of anxiety and vague references to trauma/flashbacks as part of the anxiety. Fear of the dark. Reader is non-speaking.

for @polkadottedpie!

No matter how much you toss and turn tonight, you can’t seem to sleep. It feels like memories are clawing at the edges of your mind, a restless anxiety running through your body. You’ve tried cuddling your stuffed animals, you’ve tried putting your head under the blankets and hiding from the bad feelings, but the night is wearing on and you feel exhausted and tiny and helpless in the face of these waves of emotion.

You want to go and get help, but the room is dark and your light switch is beside the door, and you don’t want to put your feet down onto the carpeted floor where there could be anything lurking in the blackness under the bed.

Shivering, you pull the blanket a little tighter around yourself, staring at the place where you know your door must be. It’s so very dark and you’re so very small and you don’t want to go out there, but you know you will eventually.

Be brave, you tell yourself, and grab your stuffed animal tightly. They are soft and they will protect you. You can imagine their words of encouragement now. You’re going to be okay! You can do it!

You take a shaky breath and then throw yourself out of bed and dash across the room. You can imagine the shadows nipping at your ankles, hands grabbing from the depths of the darkness. You fling yourself against the wall and slam on the light, which nearly blinds you when it turns on.

You blink in the haze of brightness, and your familiar room comes into focus around you. There are your clothes thrown over the chair, your stuffed animals that have fallen out of the bed. The suitcase you never bothered to put away properly. Everything in the right place.

Your fear lessens, but doesn’t leave entirely. Your stomach still feels like something is running circles inside of it, and you cannot loosen your grip on the stuffed animal in your arms. Breathe in, you remind yourself.

Turning to the door, you swing it open and step out into the hotel hallway.

The carpet is soft beneath your feet, and it is colder out here. You wish you’d brought your blanket with you. The hallway is quiet, but you can still hear the muffled sound of Hell outside the walls: music, shouting, explosions: there is no real night and day here, and the damned have no need to sleep on a schedule.

You scurry down the hall, thankful that the lights stay on at all hours.

Angel Dust’s door is unlocked, and you open it with the hand that isn’t holding your stuffed animal against your chest. The space beyond is lit with a reddish glow: Angel sleeps with a nightlight, and it casts the room in warm shadows. You can just barely make out Angel’s form, sleeping under the covers with one leg extended over the side of the bed, all the way up to the tiny pyjama shorts that peek out from beneath the sheets.

You hesitate in the doorway. He’s sleeping, and you don’t want to bother him, but you don’t want to be alone. You’ve tried to sleep, and you’ve tried to read, but nothing is working and you just want cuddles. Will Angel be mad? Surely not: he’s never been mad at you before, but that doesn’t stop the worry from anchoring you in place.

Eventually, you creep forward and enter the room, closing the door quietly behind you. He told you that you could come at any time, didn’t he? It’s weird to stand here and just watch him sleep. You should go and ask him if you can stay.

Everything is so hard tonight. You need to gather all your strength and courage just to go over to the bed. Then you reach down and gently poke Angel’s leg.

“Angel?” you whisper.

“Snnrk.” Angel says something completely incomprehensible, rolling his face over into the pillow. You frown but poke him again, this time in the shoulder. This time Angel snaps awake at your touch, rolling over to a crouching position and manifesting his second set of arms, clearly ready for combat.

You hide behind your stuffed animal, wincing. You’d known it was a bad idea to wake him up.

“Jesus, kiddo, you scared me half to double-death!” Angel relaxes from his defensive posture and immediately starts fixing his hair and making sure his pyjamas are covering him properly. “What’cha doin in here? Couldn’t sleep? Nightmare?”

You nod, letting yourself relax as well and bringing your stuffed animal back to your chest so you can look at Angel over the teddy’s head.

“Well, alright. Do you need a snack? We can go and sneak some ice cream if you want.”

Ice cream does sound nice, but you’re not hungry, so you shake your head.

“You wanna get in here with me?” Angel asks, tossing back the sheets and finding a few unexpected items, which he quickly tosses over his shoulder into a pile of clothes on the other side of the bed. “Cuddles for what ails ya?”

Happily, you clamber into the bed and Angel smiles, clearly happy to have offered something successfully. His extra arms are hidden again, but he pulls you close with his normal arms and tucks you under his chin.

“There you go. Safe and sound. You want to go back to sleep now?”

You really wish that you could, but as nice as Angel’s hugs are, it hasn’t entirely stopped the restlessness that’s kept you awake tonight. You shake your head against his chest, feeling his fur tickle your cheeks as you do so.

“No? Still not sleepy? Can you tell me what you want?” Angel doesn’t sound impatient, but it’s hard for you not to read into his words. You tuck your head a little deeper into his chest, your nose brushing against his pajama top. He sighs but pats your head, affectionate even in his confusion. “Alright, kiddo, you just hang out there and let me know if you need anything.”

You’re happy to just lie here for now. It would be nice if he talked, but you’re not sure how to ask for that, so you content yourself with rubbing the tip of your nose back and forth on his silk top. You love the way Angel smells, strawberry soap and the smoky scent that all demons share, but slightly unique to each one. When Angel goes out, he wears cologne that makes your nose tickle, but here in his own bed, you can nest in those muted scents and feel comforted.

After a while, Angel starts to hum a little lullaby. It’s one you’ve heard him sing before, and the lyrics wander through your head, though you don’t know the order of the verses.

Down in the valley, valley so low Hang your head over, hear the wind blow

The gentle sound of his voice and the vibration of his chest under your ear sooth the anxiety that’s been dragging on you all day. You finally feel able to relax. Angel presses a kiss to your forehead without stopping the song, then rests his chin on top of your head. The song wanders through another chorus and then Angel speaks softly.

“I love you, little bean.”

“Mm-hmm.” Your words still aren’t working, but you hook your fingers under Angel’s pyjama strap and tug it to let him know that you love him too.

“Feelin’ sleepy?”

“Mm.”

“Would you like another song?”

“Mmhmm.”

You can hear the smile in Angel’s voice as he begins humming Goodnight Irene, and one of his hands comes up to cradle your head. You surrender to the embrace of sleep, Angel’s voice following you into the comforting dark.

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emmies-agere · 4 months

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Don't Starve headcanons, if you can. If you don't want to or feel like you don't know enough to do headcanons for Don't Starve, then Spongebob headcanons will do because I love Spongebob!

hello! i can do the spongebob headcanons <3 i just did some headcanons on whether i thought the characters were caregivers, regressors or flips, as well as some little headcanons sprinkled in!! thank you for requesting :)

spongebob agere headcanons!

spongebob

•most would see spongebob as a regressor, and i agree with that! however, i think he’s a flip.

•i think he would enjoy taking care of other regressors, and being able to witness someone’s joyous moments and comfort them when they’re sad.

•as for regression, i think he regresses to maybe 3-6 years old, depending on how far he slips or how deep in the headspace he’s in. he loves playing games like tag and hide and seek and he’ll always have some sort of comfort item on him!

patrick

•i think patrick would be a regressor! his age range would be quite young, from 1-3. he finds comfort in his childhood, where things were new and exciting!

•spongebob would definitely look after him when he was regressed, and they would also play together when regressed at the same time!!

•patrick would be very fond of blowing bubbles, taking naps and playing pretend!

squidward

•i honestly see squidward as a flip, as well! he would lean a little more to the caregiver side, but he regresses on the occasion.

•with his personality, he wasn’t very good with caretaking, initially. he sort of just let his instincts take over whenever he ran into someone who was regressed. his voice softens and his phrasing is gentler whenever he’s speaking to a little.

•squidward regresses to about a kid age, 4-6. he’s pretty good at staying independent! he likes to listen to kid’s music when he’s regressed, and he’s fond of picture books!

mr. krabs

•he’s definitely a caregiver, through and through! he’s rather good at looking after people and fairly enjoys it.

•i think he would look after his employee’s. he would walk/drive them home if they ever ended a shift regressed, and make sure they weren’t stressed on the job!

•mr. krabs would be a firm yet kind caregiver. he means what he says and he only wants to be listened to so he can keep the regressor safe. however, he can have his sweet moments, too!

plankton

•plankton is an age regressor! i think his age range would be from 3-5.

•i imagine he’d be a bit embarrassed about it at first, but karen was quick to assure him that there was nothing wrong with it. to this day, she’s the only one who knows.

•he would be a rowdy regressor! always down to play, constantly running around, and don’t let him near too much candy...

karen

•on the topic of karen, she would be a caregiver! she’s very fond of the idea of taking care of little ones, keeping them safe and having fun with them.

•she’s a very sweet caregiver! she wouldn’t be able to say no unless it was for the regressor’s own good. definitely has a soft spot.

•whoever she looked after would be getting a lot of hugs and cuddles! she’s one for physical affection, that’s for sure.

sandy cheeks

•sandy would be a flip! i think she would be a really good caregiver, and also find comfort in regressing.

•she’s a very loving caregiver, speaking softly and praising the little she was looking after. she’d be there for you when you were happy or when you were sad.

•she’d regress from ranges 2-6, and she would love playing tag, as well as any sort of dress up!!

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #sfw #safe agere #sfw interaction only #age dreaming #agere writing #agere imagine #age regression writing #age regression headcanons #age regression imagines #agere headcanons #spongebob #spongebob squarepants

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theregressionlibrary · 7 months

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Hello agere/petre creatives!

As you may know, I run this blog to boost creative works (art, fanfic, ect) made by people in this community that may otherwise slip under the radar and might not have the reach they deserve.

This blog is run by one person and although I try hard to find works people have put their heart into, it has been a struggle. So, this post is reaching out and asking if people would like to submit (tag me, dm, send an ask) their or someone they know's posts for this blog to boost!

It just happens that most of the stuff we reblog is fandom related, that's usually what I tend to see but we love seeing all kinds! Non-character focused stuff, ocs, whatever! Wether it's your first dip or you're experienced in getting creative when it comes to regression, we'd love to see it.

(P.s. we're thinking about hosting a halloween contest, would anyone be interested?)

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nostalgic-woodwind · 7 months

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Ming, It's Okay

CG! Jin Lee and Regressor! Ming Lee 🍼

Plot: Ming has a nightmare after the Pandapocalypse of 2002.

"How could you let this happen? She's out of control!" Grandma Wu berated Ming after Mei escaped her ritual.

Except Ming didn't mean for any of this to happen. She tried to stop Mei and didn't know what came of her.

Ming was on the ground, tears rolling down her face. She was tearfully catching her breath.

Jin, Ming's husband, knelt beside her and tried to comfort her while Grandma Wu and the aunties scolded her.

"How could she...? How could she do this to... her own... mother?!" Ming growled.

Ming's panda escaped from her shattered pendant. The panda then caused Ming to transform into a giant-sized red panda. After the transformation, Ming stormed to the SkyDome and almost destroyed everything while fighting with her daughter.

Right before Mei headbutted Ming...

Ming bolted awake in a cold sweat. She looked around and saw that she was a human, not a panda. She was in her bedroom. Jin was asleep in bed beside her. Her panda, sealed in Mei's Tamagotchi, was sleeping soundly on her nightstand. The clock read 4:37 AM. The calendar on the wall had the month August 2002 on it.

Ming sighed as tears began to form in her eyes. Even though she apologized to Mei and healed her relationship with her, along with her relationship with Grandma Wu... even though she was currently trying to make things right by raising money for the SkyDome... she still felt ashamed. She was ashamed at herself... ashamed at being a terrible mother in the first place, even though she vowed to never be like Grandma Wu... ashamed for pressuring Mei to be perfect... ashamed for everything.

Ming sniffled as she got up and walked over to the dresser. She then grabbed a plush Celine Dion doll her husband got her for her birthday from the top of the dresser and held it tight. Ming went to therapy after the Pandapocalypse. She remembered telling the therapist about her emotions and the trauma she encountered, along with unintentionally passing it on to her daughter. The therapist understood this and gave Ming a coping mechanism to cope with all the trauma she faced, and to help her cope with her big feelings. The coping mechanism was age regression, meaning that an individual regresses to a younger headspace to cope with anything they went through, such as mental illness, PTSD, etc.

Ming was sniffling and hugging her Celine Dion doll when her headspace started slipping. Jin then woke up.

"Ming, are you okay?" Jin asked as he rubbed his eyes and sat up.

Ming looked over, not really saying anything.

Jin saw the saddened look on Ming's face and walked over to her. He held his arms out, inviting Ming for a hug if she wanted one.

Ming accepted the hug and began sobbing softly.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm right here," Jin whispered as he rubbed Ming's back.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream," Ming hiccuped.

"I'm sorry you had a nightmare, sweetheart. But you're awake, you're safe."

"Daddy... I shouldn't have been a monster..."

"Ming, listen to me," Jin said as he gently cupped Ming's face. "You are not a monster. You are perfect, just the way you are. You are not bad. Whatever happened happened. The important thing now is that we're making things right together."

Ming sniffled more as tears continued falling down her face.

Jin wiped Ming's tears away and kissed her forehead.

"Come on, let's get you back in bed," Jin said as he escorted Ming back to the bed. "I'll get your little stuff if you want."

"Yes, please," Ming said softly as Jin tucked her in.

Jin walked over to the closet. He pulled out a backpack, which contained a purple baby blanket, some pacifiers and paci clips, teethers, touch-and-feel books, a battery-operated nightlight, coloring books, and crayons. He returned to the bed and handed the bag to Ming.

Ming pulled out her blanket, the nightlight, and a light blue pacifier.

"Thank you," Ming sniffled once more.

"You're welcome," Jin smiled as he turned on the nightlight and set it on Ming's nightstand. He then popped the pacifier in Ming's mouth and wiped more of Ming's tears. Ming slowly calmed down as she sucked her soother.

Jin set the backpack back in the closet after pulling out a touch-and-feel book about baby animals and returned to bed. He gave Ming a hug and began reading.

After the story, Jin looked to see that Ming was asleep, her blanket and Celine Dion doll still in her arms. Jin smiled and kissed Ming's forehead goodnight.

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duraznita-frescante · 8 months

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Writing Requests 🌿

🌿 -- under the cut you will find a list of fandom and characters im most confident in writing— feel free to request anyone not on the list and I will try my best!!! any as cg or regressor!!

🌿 -- you will see I’m mainly mcyt but I love love love tma so im adding that as well

Guidelines:

♡ · feel free to send as many reqs as you want, just know i might not get to all of them at the same time

I am ok with:

♡ · heavy emotions and tantrums

♡ · diapers/pull ups and accidents

♡ · mentions and recovery from abuse/trauma

I am NOT ok with:

✖︎ · sexualiztion of age regression

✖︎ · pedophilia

✖︎ · pro ed content

♡ · I reserve the right to ignore or delete any ask that i find uncomfortable

⭐ Hermitcraft / Life Series

୨⎯ Grian

♡ ⎯ Mumbo

୨⎯ Scar

♡ ⎯ Pearl

୨⎯ Joel

♡ ⎯ Jimmy

୨⎯ Tango

⭐ DSMP / QSMP

୨⎯ Quackity

♡ ⎯ Cellbit

୨⎯ Roier

♡ ⎯ BBH

୨⎯ Charlie

♡ ⎯ Jaiden

୨⎯ Mariana

♡ ⎯ feel free to include any of the eggs :]

⭐ The Magnus Archives/The Magnus Protocol

୨⎯ the entire main cast LMAO

🌿 -- here is a sample form, it is not required but helpful if youre having trouble figuring out how to request! (a please and thank you is also appretiated teehee)

Little(s) and their little age range:

Cg(s):

AU/or fandom specification (ex: qsmp vs dsmp for those who overlap):

few sentences describing your oneshot idea or a few headcannons that you'd like to see written out:

#agere writing #mcyt agere #qsmp agere #hermitcraft agere #writing requests #open requests #age regression #age regression writing #nita writes #<< my tag for writing

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peapodsplace · 2 years

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The leaves are getting brown and crunchy. Wrap a warm, soft scarf around your neck and tuck it into your cosy jacket. Put your boots on one by one, do you need help with your laces? Dash outside, feel the chilled air on your cheeks and let it fill your lungs, look up and see the carmine, amber branches waving back at you. In this moment, nothing bothers you. A breeze flutters through your hair and you let out a giggle, bendining down you pick up a handul of dry leaves and toss them into the air like natural confetti. Run around and jump in puddles, climb up into a sturdy tree- not too high! You laugh and smile even when your body feels tired and your eyelids grow heavy. Now let's go back inside and make some warm drinks.

#loading this bad boy up with tags #age regression #agere #age regression autumn #caregiver blog #thingymabobs #age regression writing #agere writing #age regression pov #little!reader #regressor!reader #🫛

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chickpea0 · 2 years

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Picked out tonight's book yet, kiddo? You've got the perfect one, huh? Alright well come close, honey, get under the covers and get comfortable. You look so cosy in those pajamas, are you warm enough? Alright, alright I'll start reading- I'll even do the voices!

Now, Once upon a time...

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Heyyy guys. I accidentally posted this to the wrong account. Go to @peapodsplace for more like this!

#agere #age regression #caregiver #cgler #age regression writing #agere writing #agereg

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littlespacereader · 2 months

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Hiii!!! If requests are open I was wondering if you'd be willing to write some Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons or a fic.

Completely fine if not!!! <333

Have an amazing day/afternoon/night!!!

@aew-kun-age-regression !! YES!!! It would be my honor and pleasure to write Caregiver Frank Castle!! After writing the Matt Murdock Headcannons and adding the small section at the end with Frank, I couldn’t help but want to write more about Frank as a Caregiver! He’s just so tough and broken that I feel like a Little would be just the thing to heal and help him🥹 It was such a hard choice but I decided to do Frank Castle Headcannons. But if you find some inspiration from this please send me another request and I’d happily write a fic around Frank! So here is Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons! Please enjoy!!🥹💞

Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons

Tw- violence, mentions of trauma and death.

Frank never expected to be your Caregiver. After everything that happened with his family, he thought he would just be alone for the rest of his life. That was until Y/N came into his life. You sort of adopted Frank and not vice versa.

Y/N was looking into some shady business going down in Hell’s Kitchen when they got wrapped into it and badly hurt. Frank saved them and brought them back to his home to tend to their injuries. But the injuries scared them so badly that they regressed once they felt safe and cared for in Frank’s home.

Frank, being no stranger to trauma responses and coping mechanisms, immediately understood what was happening. At first he was nervous, taking care of you as if you were made of glass, but then as the night went on he started to return to his old fatherly Caregiver self and he started to enjoy it.

After that night you asked Frank to be your Caregiver. He refused at first, not because of you but because of himself. He is so afraid he will hurt you or you’ll get hurt because of him. It’s not that he doesn’t want you, trust that he hasn’t felt as calm or at peace then when he was taking care of you, it’s because he’s traumatized.

But after asking, and asking, and asking over and over again, he finally breaks down and agrees. Now not only is Y/N happier and safer than ever but Frank is healing and becoming his old self again. He truly relaxes when he’s around his Little one. You see slowly but surely the old father side of him that was once locked away coming back to him in full swing.

Nickname wise he starts out with the standard kid or kiddo for Y/N as he start to get used to being a Caregiver again. But as time go on he really gets into the use of nicknames such as: Prince/Princess/Royalty (depending on your gender), his personal favorite troublemaker, sweet one and pumpkin.

Frank is a girldad for sure. What I mean by this is not that he is only for Femm little, no no no, what I mean is he isn’t one of those overly masculine men that’s afraid of showing his feminine side.

You want to have a tea party with him? He’s the guest of honor! Want to paint his nails? He hands you his hand. Want to play dress up? He’ll gladly wear a dress or a fancy tux. The point is, there isn’t much he wouldn’t do for his little one. Even if it isn’t “something a manly man would do.” He could care less. For him it’s all about his little ones happiness.

Speaking of that, like most Caregivers he is completely open to his Littles needs. Diaper, pull-up, sippy cup, bottles, pacifiers, stuffies, ect. Whatever you want/need for your regression. He is all for it!

He keeps his life as the Punisher far away from his life with his little one. That’s the last thing he wants you tangled up in.

Y/N has to be patient with him because at times he can be very overprotective of them.

They rarely go out to the park, or beach or anything public. Not that he is afraid to be seen with you, he used to not be a bragger but now he is when it come to you. The fear of being out in public comes from his fear of someone hurting you while the two of you are out…just like what happened to his family.

Because of this you guys are homebodies. But Frank makes it fun! He makes elaborate pillow forts, special movie nights, drawing contest and crazy games of hide and seek in their home so that his little one is always entertained.

Frank LOVES art work from his Little one. Every photo to him is a work of art. It’s gotten so bad that the fridge is just a pile of papers now. “What’s this? Oh WOW! Look at this!! You did such a great job! I love it! It’s a masterpiece that deserves it’s time on the fridge don’t you think?”

Frank is on the stricter side when it comes to rules and such. He isn’t easily a pushover so it’s hard to convince him when he’s made his mind up…but that doesn’t stop you from trying though!

“Can I have another cookie?” “How many have you had already?” “Two.” “Yeah, two too many. You’re not having another before dinner. You just have to wait.” “But two isn’t a good number! Three is! See, two is even which is good but then the one extra cookie is good luck.” Frank just gives them a look. “I’ll wait till after dinner.” They sigh. “That’s what I thought.”

Frank…IS A CUDDLER! There’s nothing he enjoys more than to snuggle up on the couch, little one in his lap, and watch tv together. He loves the security of having them close to him at all times, but he also loves to cuddle.

At night, if they’re comfortable with it, he holds them close and they fall asleep resting their head in his chest. This helps ground him and allow him to fall asleep without the fears and anxiety that used to keep him awake. When he does have a nightmare, his little one helps him through it.

Aft first he was embarrassed and ashamed of himself for being so vulnerable after a nightmare. But he quickly learned that for as much as he does for his Little, they do the same if not more for him. He’s slowly working through his trauma and it’s because of Y/N.

When it comes to Frank’s friends…he doesn’t have many. He doesn’t trust most of the people in his life besides his little one. But there are a few he can trust and who he introduces Y/N too.

Karen is the first and she’s super kind and gentle. She’s extremely happy Frank has Y/N as she quickly sees a change in him, a very good change. She helps out when Y/N’s regressed and he needs to go out on a business call.

Matt was a bit of a shock to Frank as they started out enemies. But once Matt gained Frank’s trust, he became a close ally to Frank and his Little. Matt is also extremely kind and gentle. He loves to play with Y/N and is always sneaking them sweets behind Frank’s back.

Now if it wasn’t the reader being Frank’s Little, Matt or Karen would definitely his Littles. Karen is a bit older than Matt headspace wise but the two get along well! Matt is always snuggling next to Frank while he reads and Karen paints his nails. Again, he didn’t ask to be their Caregiver, but they just adopt him. And who was he to refuse?

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jacksdinonuggets · 3 months

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Caregiver Lucifer

Wow another fic where charlie is overworking herself? sooo original...

thats basically the plot. Please request something so i stop doing the same plot so many times.

Things at the hotel were stressful as usual. Charlie was trying to come up with plans and evidence that sinners could be redeemed while Vaggie had to stop everyone from fighting or Angel from getting everyone uncomfortable. He really needed to know about boundaries.

However, Charlie didn’t feel like taking a break. If she would then she would be in a block and no longer come up with ideas. It was a common thing that happened to her.

As she was doing more paperwork and coming up with plans in her office area, her phone rang. She saw the caller was her dad and picked it up.

“Dad?” She answered tiredly. She really hoped he wasn’t calling to tell her about his new magical rubber ducks.

“Sweetie! How are ya? You doing good, I hope?” He asked in his usual upbeat attitude.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” She absent mindedly replied, not paying attention and instead focusing on her work.

Lucifer frowned from the other side of the phone. It didn’t seem like she was okay. Usually she pays at least a little attention to what he says. Something must be up, he concluded.

“What's the matter, Charlie?” He asked. Upon barely hearing it, the girl was caught off guard.

“Wh-what? Could you repeat that?” Charlie said, wondering if she heard that right or was just too tired.

“I said, what’s the matter? You seem upset,”

“I-I’m not upset! I’m just,” She yawned, “working,”

“Yeah, but its sounds like you’ve been at it for a while. Something must have happened if you aren’t taking breaks,” He said, concerned.

“I’m fine, Dad. The hotel is just… stressing me out a bit but i’ll be okay,” she promised.

“What about doing that thing you told me about a while ago, age re-pression?”

As much as Charlie would love to just be little and have her dad take care of her, the hotel and her people needed her. Heaven’s genocide was coming up very soon and she needed to be prepared.

“It’s age regression, and No. I don’t have time to be a stupid baby, its a dumb coping mechanism anyways,” she told him, getting a bit annoyed. She didn’t mean to have an attitude towards him, she was just really anxious and unfortunately took it out on him. She also knew she shouldn’t have called it stupid. It wasn’t fair to her little self inside of her. She was just trying to push it away.

“Hey, Its not dumb! Vaggie told me it helps you a lot. And if it helps, its not dumb,” He said.

“Whatever, I’m busy and need to get back to work, I’ll talk to you later,”

“Well, bye, I love y-” Charlie hung up the phone before he could even finish saying goodbye. She knew it was kind of rude but she just couldn’t handle it right now, especially with the fact that he brought up her coping mechanism. Now that she was aware of it, she wanted to do it more than anything.

Back at Lucifer’s place, He knew something was up. Charlie never acted this disrespectful and gloomy or from what he’s heard. He wanted to go visit her in person to see how she was doing. Besides, he needed to get out of his rubber duck house and into his daughter's life. But before he left, he had an idea. Grabbing his sewing kit, some fabric and yellow fur, he began to work.

He showed up 30 minutes later to the Hazbin hotel with a medium sized gift box in his hand. He opened the door and saw Vaggie pacing.

“Hey, Vaggie, What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Charlies been stuck in her office for more than 3 hours now. I’m getting worried but she won’t come down or even talk to me,” She explained.

“I’ll try to talk to her, okay? Don’t worry too much, you’ll feel sick after a bit,” He told her before heading upstairs to her office room.

He knocked on the door but didn’t hear a response. Another knock and she answered.

“Go away, I’m busy,” a muffled voice from inside the room said.

“No, I’m worried about you, Apple pie,” He answered back.

“Dad?!” She immediately knew it was him due to the apple pet-name. She opened the door and saw her short, king of hell, dad, in front of her.

“What- what are you doing here?” She asked.

“I told you, I’m worried about you. You don’t usually give me an attitude and that concerns me,” He sat her down on one of the couches inside and sat next to her.

“Here, I made you something. I hope it helps this stressful situation,” he gave her the gift wrapped box. She held it in her lap before taking off the top. Inside was a soft, stuffed ducky. It looked very similar to her old baby stuffy. She used to go every where with that stuffed toy. She wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. But once she grew older, it disappeared. No one knew where it went but Lucifer seemed to have gotten in a fight with Lilith that night.

“Is- is this Quacky?” she asked, voice cracking a little. She was slipping very quickly.

“Not really, I tried to remake him since we lost the original. Is it okay?”

Charlie took Quacky out of the box and gave him a big hug. He was soft and warm, just like the original.

“Thank you…”she mumbled.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I was hoping it’d help you regress,” He explained. He really wanted his daughter to know that she was safe with him and allowed to be herself around him.

“O-okay, I guess i can,” she finally agreed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay a big kid any longer. Lucifer was ecstatic. His daughter liked him now! She led him back to her room where she kept all of her stuff. She took out her pacifier and plopped it in, fully getting in the headspace.

Once Lucifer poured apple juice into her sippy cup so she’d stay a little bit hydrated (water is better but he’s spoiling her), she handed him a red onesie

“Oh, do you need help?” he asked to which she nodded. He made quick work of changing her into the onesie. He couldn’t help but awe at how cute she was in it. The onesie with the pacifier was so adorable on her. She quite literally looked like a little toddler.

“Aww, who’s a wittle baby?” He picked her up from the armpits, making her giggle.

“Me!” she answered, laughing. His eyes teared up at the pure adorableness that was going on.

He put her back down again and she began to play with a few blocks. She was very confused but had fun learning the shapes and colors. She dug through her bag as she got bored again and found a big fidget toy. She sat down again and began playing with it. Her attention was fully on it, not getting bored of the squeaker button once.

As Lucifer watched, he noticed how her hair was very messy now that it was down and really needed a combing. So he summoned a brush and sat behind, softly combing it through her hair as she played with the toy. She would giggle every time the bristles would tickle her scalp and flap her hands.

Once he was done, Charlie flopped onto the floor and began sticking her limbs in the air. Lucifer had no clue why she was doing this but it was so cute that he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Is not funny!” She sat up and spat out her pacifier and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m sorry, my little apple, I wasn’t laughing at you, though,” He ruffled her hair and handed the pacifier back. She looked at him with a glare but took the pacifier anyway.

As Lucifer cared and played with his child, he realized how much he missed out on during her childhood. He was always working and she mainly grew up with Lilith. It wasn’t fair for both of them. And now, he could finally spend some time with the baby he neglected.

#hazbin hotel agere #Hazbin hotel agere fanfic #agere fanfic #fandom agere #sfw littlespace #age regression fic #age regression writing #age regression #asking for prompts #sfw agere #sfw regression

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cotyledon8 · 2 months

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Hi! Could you give some headcanons about Darth Maul (yes I know that's probably a weird one 😅) as a caregiver? Thanks! I love your blog!!

(tysm!!! and not weird at all, here are those headcanons for you 💗)

🖍️caregiver darth maul headcanons

→ he’s a super protective caregiver, even if he is not one to pander to being unreasonable, but he is fiercely protective over whoever he’s looking after. somebody looks at them wrong? he’s there to loom angrily.

→ much to anybody else’s surprise, he’s actually so much fun to play games with. once he gets past the initial awkwardness of adjusting to playing, he’s so willing to listen to his kid ramble and describe all sorts to him, periodically chiming in when appropriate.

→ he tells such good stories, even if the stories usually aren’t super kid friendly, or particularly peaceful; they’re always exciting and they always have a happy ending. 9/10 if he tells the stories before bedtime, the kiddos out like a light before the first ones over.

→ he’s so good at handling big feelings of anxiety, being overwhelmed / overtired, or anything similar to that. despite what some people would think, he’s able to be especially calming when it comes to that sort of thing. he’s really good at adapting to what the kid needs at the exact time.

→ he’s not the most outwardly/easily affectionate person - much preferring to try and comfort and interact from a slight distance - but he has no issue hands-on comforting when he needs to, even if it’s just for something little like wanting a cuddle. he gives some of the best hugs imaginable, when he’s done being awkward about it.

#I hope you like these!! cg ‘bad’ characters is something that can be so personal /ref #age regression #age regression writing #caregiver headcanons #sfw agere #star wars #star wars agere #darth maul #cg darth mail #agere headcanons

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thorin-baby-bear · 2 years

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I’m not sure if u do x little readers so if not feel free to ignore this request. If u do could you please do cg mischa x little reader where they try to watch a scary movie to seem cool but the end up getting really scared and needing cuddles

Of course! This was such a fun ask, I hope you like the story :3

Life's A Scream

Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 1,079

CW: Mentions of Scream, brief mention of blood, crying

Summary: After picking a scary movie to watch with Mischa, y/n realizes they may have made a mistake, but Mischa calms them down.

“y/n,” Mischa chuckled, looking down at the dvd case you held in your hands, “I think that’s a bit too big for you right now.” Y/n shook their head, pushing the box into Mischa’s hands and crossing their arms defiantly. “This one.” They said, sitting firmly on Mischa’s couch and only giggling a little bit when they sunk into the old cushions. Mischa sighed, looking down at the box in mild concern. He recognized it almost immediately, it was one of his favorites. “Scream?” He asked, looking over at y/n with a slight frown. “You want to watch Scream?”

y/n hesitated. It was a pretty scary movie, and they had never watched anything really scary while regressed before, but Mischa would be with them the whole time, so it wouldn’t really be that scary, right? Besides, they wanted Mischa to think they were cool, and what could be cooler than watching scary movies at night? During a thunderstorm. With all the lights off…

With a shake of their head, y/n gathered their courage and nodded firmly. “Yes,” they said, “I wanna watch Scream.” Mischa squinted at y/n for a moment, considering his options. On the one hand, it was getting late and he really didn’t want y/n that wired before bedtime. On the other hand, he knew that y/n loved watching horror movies when big, and he loved Scream, so maybe he could make an exception just this once. “Alright bud, but only if you promise to get some sleep tonight.”

y/n’s face lit up and they beamed up at their caregiver, their seriousness gone in an instant as they bounced up and down on the couch. “Pinky promise!” y/n sang as Mischa chuckled and went to put in the dvd. It was shaping up to be a very fun night for the both of them.

The fun was over almost as soon as the opening scene began. y/n sat quietly, their knees pulled up to their chest and their eyes blinking rapidly, trying to hold back tears. It was fine, they were fine, no tears necessary. Of course it was difficult for y/n to get their eyes to cooperate with that. Mischa was laughing, pointing out the very obviously fake blood while y/n offered what they hoped were convincing chuckles and picked at their nail polish. Mischa had done it just that morning, and 13 minutes in it was already chipped and peeling, causing y/n’s eyes to well up even more. They shook their head and reached out for Mischa’s hand, which was almost immediately squeezing theirs. Mischa looked over in concern.

“y/n?” He asked softly. “Are you alright, little one?”

y/n took a deep breath. Mischa would never think they were cool if they started crying over some dumb movie, they were sure of it, even if it was a pretty scary dumb movie. They screwed their eyes shut tight, forcing a smile and nodding quickly. Mischa frowned. “Мед. Tell me the truth, please.” y/n’s lip quivered as they looked up at Mischa, who cupped their face in his hands. Then the tears began to flow, and Mischa pulled y/n into a tight hug, reaching back quickly to grab the remote and turn off the tv. “

‘m sorry.” y/n sniffled through their tears. Mischa shook his head, pulling his little one close against him. “No, I am sorry. I knew this was a bad idea, but I did it anyway.” He murmured as he buried his face in y/n’s hair. “I never should have turned it on.” y/n pulled back slightly, wiping their runny nose on their sleeve. “B-but, I promised to tell you if it got scary, and I d-didn’t.” They stammered, looking anywhere except Mischa’s eyes. Their caregiver gave a deep sigh and placed a hand on the side of their face. “Can you look at me, darling?” y/n raised their head slightly to look him in the eyes before dropping back to his chest. “I am not mad at you, little one. You made a promise, but that movie was a lot scarier than you expected, yes?” y/n nodded slowly against his chest. “So how could I be mad? You didn’t know what you were agreeing to, so I will not hold you to the agreement.”

In Mischa’s arms, he could feel the way the tension flooded out of y/n, the way they went limp in his arms almost immediately. He rubbed circles on their back gently, positioning himself so that he was lying with y/n on his stomach. They wrapped their arms tightly around each other, with Mischa running his hand through y/n’s hair and y/n playing with Mischa’s shirt buttons. They lay like that for what felt like forever, wrapped in comfort and safety. Eventually, Mischa reluctantly broke the spell.

“Little one?”

y/n pulled their face up to look at him, eyes red and puffy and nose still dripping steadily.

“I have to ask,” Mischa started gently, “Why did you choose such a scary movie? You know I would have been fine with anything.” y/n looked down again, worrying their bottom lip gently until Mischa placed a hand on their cheek. “I dunno,” they sighed eventually, “I think… I want you to think ‘m cool. Scary movies are cool.” Mischa sighed and placed a hand on the back of y/n’s head, pulling them gently into the crook of his neck. “You are much cooler than some old movie.” He murmured. Y/n breathed out and wrapped their arms around their caregiver. “Thank you.” They whispered, though it was muffled by Mischa’s shirt. Mischa chuckled and returned to rubbing circles on y/n’s back, smiling contentedly at their little happy noises.

And that is how they fell asleep, warm and safe and wrapped in comfort. When they woke up the next morning, Mischa would set to work making a “little safe” box of movies for their next movie night, but for the moment all he could think about was how lucky he was to have such a sweet kiddo, and all y/n could think of was how lucky they were to have such an understanding bubba. The night went on, and outside the wind howled, but inside, in the warmth of Mischa’s embrace, y/n knew that they were safe.

The End

#mischa rtc #age regression #agere #safe agere #fandom agere #rtc agere #ride the cyclone age regression #y/n #little reader #gender neutral reader #fanfic #age regression writing #age regression fic #asks #answered

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danganronpa-agere-writing · 2 years

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Hi I love your stuff!! Do you think it’s possible to ask for some babyspace regressor Kiibo headcanons? Let a little robot be little, he doesn’t have enough agere content ;v;

Hello! Of course you can :D I’m glad you like my writing! Kiibo definitely doesn’t have enough regression content— he deserves to be little! I hope you like this <3

-Mod Mikan

Babyspace Kiibo headcanons!

•Kiibo typically only regresses when he’s feeling overstimulated or upset, but he’ll occasionally do it simply for the comfort

•If he’s ever feeling stressed out or sad, he’ll resort to comfort of being brought back to a childlike age— one where his professor took care of him and he was always happy and safe

•When he regresses, he’ll regress fairly young, usually from 2-4, maybe 5 if he hadn’t slipped too far

•That’s why he only really likes regressing in the comfort of his own room— because once he’s small— he has a really hard time pulling himself out of that mindset

•Kiibo really like to color!! He’ll take out a variety of different crayons and markers and start on a blank piece of paper, no lined art necessary

•He’ll color shapes and animals and suns and moons and flowers and just about anything else he can thing of!

•Kiibo also likes to listen to music when he’s regressed!

•He didn’t really know a lot of popular kid songs, but when he discovered regression and began searching for some, you bet he found every nursery rhyme in the book and listened to it!

•He usually listens to things like the ABC’s, or row row row your boat, as well as wheels on the bus— things like that!

•Kiibo also finds comfort in pacifiers!

•He has a light blue one hidden in a safe part of his room, and he uses it when he regressed quite frequently

•He has a stuffed bunny, as well!

•It was actually a gift from Kokichi when it was Christmas— and everyone was opening gifts. Kokichi had noticed that Kiibo looked at the stuffed animal in the store for a prolonged amount of time, and he decided to get it for him!

•He likes sleeping with it held close against his chest

•As for the other students being aware about his regression— no one’s really aware

•However, Shuichi’s detective skills had never failed him, and Kiibo thinks he’s catching on

•Kokichi can’t be entirely oblivious, either— he barged into Kiibo’s room once and heard cartoons playing from the TV while Kiibo clutched the stuffed animal that he had given him

•Kiibo would be a bit embarrassed if anyone found out, but... he thinks it would be fine if they did

•He doesn’t think anyone in his class would have a genuine problem with it, but he’s content keeping it a secret for now

•As a whole, Kiibo finds a lot of comfort in regression, and he’s really happy that he’s able to do this!

•It brings him back to the safety and softness that his childhood held, and that reminds him of more happy memories than he can count

#age regression #agere #agere writing #danganronpa #danganronpa agere #danganronpa writing #sfw agere #agere sfw #danganronpa age regression #danganronpa age regression writing #kiibo #k1 b0 #agere imagine #agere headcanons #age regression headcanons #age regression writing #sfw babyre #baby regressor #baby regression

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