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sayuri-cakes2019 · 4 months
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Darling, are you okay? I heard something fall, are you alright? Ohh.. you dropped a glass? No no no, you’re okay bud! Stand back, I don’t want you to step on the glass. I’ll clean it up for you. You’re okay, bug. It’s okay. You just got to be careful next time, okay? Ohh, you couldn’t reach your sippy cup? Well, you could’ve asked me to get it for you. It’s okay, hun. Next time just say the word and I’ll get it for you. Don’t worry. Here, let me get it for you now. There you go! What do you want me to fill it with? You want juice? Alright! See, angel? You’re alright! I’m here for you. I won’t let anything hurt you.
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survivorkidz · 5 months
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mike schmidt agere moodboard
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thebabyprince · 4 months
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omg you should do some caregiver!matthew patel x reader ^_^
Hiiiii!!!!!! Here ya go, hope you like em <3
(By the way, I got an OVERWHELMING in a good way amount of requests, so I might tale some time doing them all, but I'll try my best :] )
Caregiver! Matthew Patel
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Matthew's such a corny, dedicated caregiver... He's almost overbearingly sweet and loving to you, treating you like you're the most precious thing in the whole wide world.
Basically, he spoils you rotten. You don't even have to walk most of the time, cause you get to fly around with him.
Congrats on getting a package deal, by the way! You get not only a cg, but four big sisters as well!! Oh Gosh, Demon Hipster chicks, they love you.... not a second is passed with none of them patting your head or cooing at how adorable you are to them. Matty often reminds them to have some patience and give you space.
"Girls, girls! I know you love them, I get it, but please, show some decorum to the little one!!"
He has, like, 200 petnames for you. Uses them endlessly. The one he uses the most is "prince/princess/little royal", cause that's basically what you are.
When you asked him to be your caregiver, he passed out from happines anime-style. Him!!! Papa Matthew!!! It's such a pleasure.
Turns out he really benefits from caring for a little. It helps him feel more important, and puts his cheesiness to a good use.
Tries to establish rules, but fails tremendously, cause there's no way he can refuse you! How could he?? Look at those eyes! He's a villain, not a monster!
The only thing he can be strict about is fire. No fire magic with a baby in the same room!
Matthew enjoys putting together your outfits, so you can match his tremendous pirate-chique style.
Somehow always has your favorite snacks in his pockets.
Whenever you're crying, his first instinct is to distract you. He tries to show a magic trick, then it goes hilariously wrong, and you start giggling. Success, hah! Another great victory for Matthew Patel!
The type of caregiver who hears you babbling and starts going: "Oh, really? There's just no way! This is so ridiculous, tell me more! That's simply... shocking".
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writerof-thewoods · 14 days
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A Weapon? A Monster? A Child.
Regressor! Alastor and CG! Rosie <3 Word count: 2193
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He could hear them. Their mocking, jeering voices at his new found problem. The great, terrifying Alastor a puppet to something else, how little in control he was of anything. He couldn’t shake them out of his head. Every second filled with their reverberating laughs and yet, Alastor could do nothing but endure. 
He winced as he tried to stand, hands shaking and bones weary. Oh how cowardly he must’ve looked, barely able to stand on his two feet, hiding behind his shadow as he retreats to the one place he found solace. His radio tower. 
And not even that eased his ever growing fear. Whatever was left of it stood before him, a grim sight that made his already unwell state much, much worse. It served as another reminder of his failure. To see the very thing that kept him sane all these years defiled in such a manner. He truly had no idea how to react. Part of him wanted to go stark raving mad, and the other….
He slowly, unsteadily made his way through the wreckage that lay in front of it, his body ringing with each sting that came. It also didn’t help that he was regretfully known as something he hated to his core. He was a little. Such a pathetic aspect that he, much to his gratitude, managed to keep hidden from everyone else. Oftentimes even himself until it caught up to him once in a blue moon. No one knew and no one would know if he could keep it up the way he had the past few decades. However, that seemed much more unlikely given his current situation. The attack was so easily avoidable and yet, he still got hurt. He could’ve been killed and how he so narrowly avoided Adam’s final blow was beyond him. Now, he would’ve actually preferred it because then he wouldn’t have to face the aftermath that he knew was yet to come. 
It terrified him. To know of how much weakness he was showing. He could only hope, no, beg that no one saw and once he made his way inside, he exhaled in relief. He was alone. A disgrace, but alone nonetheless. Despite his rather embarrassing secret, he willed himself not to let it affect him. Not the fact that a huge chunk of his prized room was missing altogether, let alone the mess that was the inside of it. Reaching his table, the pain stumped him once again, making him fall to his knees. His smile wavered and he bared his teeth as he found himself underneath it. Sighing strained in relief, the safety of the confined space only worsened his struggle between headspaces. 
On one hand he just wouldn’t allow himself to, and on the other, he had no control over it. His body ached inside and out, his heart panged heavily on the fact that he was losing it, and underneath all of it, he felt so…scared. He was a fawn caught in a wolf’s den. A little boy hiding from the bastard he shared a bloodline with, hoping to God he wouldn’t find him. A cornered animal and with that, it was all too much. 
He couldn’t handle it anymore. 
He slipped. 
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The fight may have been over, but that didn’t stop Rosie from feeling, at the very least, a little concerned. It wasn’t just the fear of losing everything she’d known that ailed her. It was losing the people she cared about. Really, the one person she cared about the most. And since it was finished, she hadn’t seen him at all, not even once and it was starting to worry her. 
Alastor was Rosie’s best friend, and she just couldn’t bear to lose him. Not like that. 
Looking over at the celebration behind her, she smiled fondly. She couldn’t be more happy for the unlikely group of residents, despite hardly knowing most of them. Charlie was such a darling, how could she not? Even as they stood under a building in desperate need of fixing, she still looked so happy. So proud. It was…admirable, to say the least. To watch her and her friends be so passionate about their achievements warmed her heart. 
Still though, as she turned her head in thought, something was…off. She could sense it even if she wasn’t sure what exactly “it” was. 
Speaking of which, there was one thing missing from such a display of victor, or rather, one person. Someone who would be even more supportive than she was. Where was Alastor? 
The rest seemed to pick up on that and Charlie asked the same thing as well. The rest kind of shrugged with mutterings of “I’m not sure” or “Last I saw was during the fight, so it beats me.” That didn’t help much in easing her anxieties. As they began looking, some albeit more willingly than the rest, she sighed. Her eyebrow raised, she took off to look for the demon. After all, she of all people ought to know where he was. 
She walked up to the one place she figured he might be. Everywhere else came out to be unsuccessful, so there was really one place left. Holding the hem of her skirt as she climbed up the stairs, Rosie walked curiously to the radio tower. Nothing out of the ordinary there, disregarding the very obvious debris. She couldn’t see anything, but if her nose and ears served her right, something was very, very wrong. The scent of blood seeped from beyond the door making her feel oddly nauseous for once, her stomach churning at what could be waiting for her. Thinking better of it, she steeled herself and went inside. 
The blood trailed over to his desk at a concerning amount. Stepping over the rubble, her gut wrenching at the sight of something he cared so much about ruined without a second thought, she called out gently. 
“Alastor? Sweetie, you in here?” She craned her neck, unable to see anything. “Everyone’s been looking for you.” She stepped carefully, avoiding the coat rack that now lay on the floor just waiting to trip some unsuspecting person. Suddenly, a low sound of strained breathing rumbled from his form, an ear perking up at hearing her come in. That gave it away to Rosie as she approached the desk even closer, her feet just inches away from his crumpled body. 
And that’s when he found him.
Crouching down, she saw a not quite unfamiliar sight. The all powerful Radio Demon’s smile gone, eyes squeezed shut as he lay curled into himself. Rosie knew what this was, she’d seen it before, but definitely not to this extent. Her head cocked to the side, she whispered. 
“Alastor..?”
Eyes nervously squeezed open, big, wide, doe eyes pouring into her as they tried to hide his fear to no avail. Glassy from tears hiding behind him that threatened to pour at any moment. Rosie’s heart squeezed in a way it very rarely did. Not unfamiliar to her, but the circumstances she found him certainly were. At the sight of her, the little shuddered, a pleading look on his face. 
“Oh..” Rosie gasped, crawling to his side and reaching out her hand, holding the side of his head. “You poor dear, is this where you’ve been all this time?” 
He didn’t have the words to respond, flinching slightly at her touch. Strained, he nodded his head slowly, uncurling himself slightly at her asking to see what happened. God, it hurt so much. He just wanted his mama, even though he knew she wouldn’t come. He sniffled, choking back a sob that escaped his throat. 
Rosie clicked her tongue and moved closer to pull him into her arms. Seeing him like this threatened to make her cry as well, wishing so desperately she would've come sooner. How long had he been like this? So scared and in pain. Part of her wanted to shake her head at his stubbornness, but she knew it wasn’t the time. The fawn just about broke as he pressed his head into her chest, giving in to the pain that rang throughout his body. His broken cries barely muffled by his best friend’s vise-like hold. 
“Oh my sweet thing, it’s alright.” She whispered, moving instinctively to brush the hair out of his face and pulling a handkerchief from her skirt. “I got you. Why don’t we get you out of here, hmm?” She tilted her head down at him, feeling him nod against her chest. “Now just hold still for a moment. It’s gonna hurt a little, but it’ll be quick, okay? Take a deep breath.” She inhaled deeply, crawling out from under the table and moving to pick him up. 
Alastor groaned at the motion, wincing as Rosie avoided his injuries and lifted him into her arms like a bride. Normally he would’ve laughed at such a feat of strength, the thought distracting him from the sharp jolt in his wounds. “There we go, you did a swell job baby! Such a brave boy.” Rosie walked out of the room, making a mental note to clean up his blood from the floor later and thought about where to go from here. She certainly didn’t want to leave him here, nor draw any attention from the others. There was always her emporium, even if it was a bit away. Yeah, that was a good idea. He’d be less...manic later on without anyone else knowing. And she was more certain he’d be safe there. That was all that mattered. 
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The baby sat on the toilet, curiously watching as Rosie rolled up her sleeves and went to work taking off his jacket. It was clear that Alastor needed stitches at the very least, if not something more later on. He didn’t seem to have any more serious injuries underneath, but it still didn’t look good. The other threaded the needle after cleaning him up the best she could and knelt down in front of him.
“Okay kiddo, now you’re not gonna like this, but I gotta do it. So take a big breath for me and we’ll get this over with, sound good?” Rosie admitted sympathetically. Piecing the skin together, she went to work suturing him up. Funnily enough, she’d done this plenty of times before, so really, it went by much quicker than she anticipated. 
“And...done! Look at you, being such a strong boy. That’s my Alastor alright! Isn’t it?” She cooed, laughing when he bleated happily in response. It wasn’t a common noise, however, it was one characteristic of his deerish nature he didn’t seem to despise. It was…well it was pretty damn cute. To the both of them and especially Rosie. 
Once again she picked him up and carried him into the room. Judging by his increasingly longer yawns, she knew he had to be exhausted. The day didn’t even feel like just a day and for Alastor it must’ve felt like a week at the very least. Discarding his tattered suit, she looked through her chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of fuzzy pajamas. Rosie pulled them over his worn-out, shockingly lanky frame; he looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. She’d have to do something about that later, she thought. Ruffling the top of his head, she watched as the little one rubbed tiredly at his ever-so drooping eyes and walked across the room to turn out the light. And following that, she turned on the phonograph to its lowest volume. A familiar lullaby flooding the air. He whined slightly at her walking away, earning him a little tease from the other. “Hey now, I’m gonna be right back. I’m not going anywhere.” She sat next to him on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders. “See?”
The fawn turned to look at the woman and blinked slowly. Not quite registering her reappearance until he felt her hand. Alastor huffed, tiredness clouding his mind and tucked his head into her shoulder. Rosie moved to pull the covers down and laid him down underneath them. Dried tear tracks stained his cheeks and right as he was about to fall asleep he turned his head up at her. The same pleading gaze as before, asking her not to leave him. Her hand to her chest, she drew in a breath. 
“Of course my little fawn, I’ll stay. Is that what you’re asking?” Alastor cooed, the smaller holding out his hand. Rosie smiled and took his hand in hers, running her thumb across the top of his fingers. She hummed alongside the phonograph and watched as he drifted off to sleep, breathing lightly as if the day had never even happened. Rosie kissed the top of his forehead, lingering for a minute more before whispering. 
“Sweet dreams darling, I’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing can hurt you now, I promise.” 
Having it all over with, Rosie was happy. It may take time for it all to heal, but at least in the moment, her friend, her little fawn was okay and for her, that was enough.
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roseyposie-agere · 7 months
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Ghost caregiver! headcannons (This one might be a little spooky for some kiddos, be mindful friends!)
- strange things have been happening recently, sure there's the common bumps in the night but even stranger it almost feels like someone tries to tuck in when you go to sleep
- your pacifiers end up seemingly washed and put away for you, bottles/sippy cups appear in the fridge full of your favorite drink, and even your stuffies get sat gently back in their spots if accidently knocked over without you lifting a finger
- you see, there's a friend hidden away in the dark corners of your home. Ghosts can be quite shy if you'd believe it, and they'd hate to scare such a precious little one! So your ghost friend helps around when they can't be seen, quiet as a mouse while you go about your day
- sometimes they do hum softly, gentle melodies they don't really remember the words to but soothing regardless. When you have nightmares they'll hum and fix your blanket better around you, no scary things can get you here darling
- they're easily spooked by you getting hurt, even stubbing a toe causes a little panic. If you're icing something you'll find you never have to replace the ice pack and if you have a scrape brand new bandaids happen to be just where you can spot them when it's time to change them
- notebooks and scrap pieces of paper have messages you don't recall writing on them, things like "you're doing amazing!" and "remember to brush your teeth :)" with small doodles surrounding the text
- the ghost knows they make things a little chilly, but they hope you don't mind as they brush your hair out of your face and kiss your forehead goodnight (though it feels more like a tickle) humming a long lost lullaby
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babyanderson · 5 months
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farm!cg!dina x little!reader x farm!cg!ellie
putting down your fork on the dinner table, you turn to dina who’s walking in from the back garden. she’s holding a few bottles of milk and a crate of eggs.
“what you holdin’, mama?” you ask her, looking up at her, and then to ellie who’s sat across from you.
“got some milk and eggs, baby. gonna help me and mama make cookies after dinner?” she says, setting everything down on the counter and then taking your hand to stand you up, sitting down on your chair and placing you in her lap. you nod feverishly at her, and then to ellie.
“yes, please!! make cookies, now!! please, mama?” they both laugh, dina’s arms wrapping around your waist, settling you down.
“after dinner, baby. need to finish your food first, okay?” ellie says, gesturing down at your basically full plate. you sigh and pick your fork back up, defeated.
a mere thirty minutes later, you’re sat on the counter top, flour on your nose, smiling up at your mamas.
“please can i crack the eggs, mama?” you ask ellie, holding your palm out, already knowing she’ll say yes.
she hands you the egg and you crack it into the bowl, ignoring the inevitable shell that fell into it. you hear ellie giggle as you hand her the empty shell (what was left of it) and dina takes the shell out of the bowl.
“i mix, please?” you ask softly, looking at the whisk in dina’s hand. she nods and says you can mix it together, both holding onto the whisk as ellie keeps a hold of you sitting on the counter, tickling your sides.
“mama! no ticklin’, i busy!” you almost shout at ellie, looking up at her angrily. she puts her hands up, her eyes wide.
“i’m sorry, baby. no tickling,” she kisses the top of your head, and dina’s too.
after pouring the milk in, ellie pours the rest into your bottle, handing it to you.
“want the rest, angel?” she asks softly, picking you up and holding you on her hip. you nod and take it from her, sipping it gently.
you and ellie both watch dina put the cookie batter onto the tray, ellie stepping back when she opens the oven.
“‘s hot, baby. gotta stay in the livingroom while they cook, okay?” ellie says softly, walking into the living room and placing you on the sofa, putting a blanket over you.
“mama and i will be back in a minute, angel. stay put..” ellie leaves the room, not taking her eyes off of you, making you giggle.
“mama, you so silly,” you whisper to yourself, reaching for your book to read.
a couple pages in, dina walks into the room holding a plate of cookies! ellie takes your book from your hands, making you frown up at her.
“mama! my book! i readin’ that!” ellie pouts down at you, picking you back up into her lap, handing your book back to you.
as you start to read again, a cookie touches your lips.
“open up, baby,” dina whispers, and you take a bite. dina and ellie kiss both your cheeks at the same time, making you giggle to yourself. you love your little family. <3
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uravitationalpull · 7 months
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hey all! so you know how there's like inktober and like a thousand more october drawing/writing/crafting/etc challenges? well, i couldn't find any agere ones! so, i made my own ageretober! :) i wanted to share it in case anyone wanted to do these prompts with me so here you go!
the list is also under the cut! happy writing!
Pumpkins
Fireplace
Decorating
Blackout
Injured
Scary movies
Stimming
Magic
Skeleton
Leaves
Comfy
Ghost
Bedtime
Pranks
Spiders
Sick
Spice
Vampire
Uh-Oh!
Candy
Family
Angel/Demon
Potion
Hungry
Werewolf
Sweater
Rainy day
Pet names
Nightlight
Bite
Halloween
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agerefandom · 3 months
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Turned Around
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Characters: Flips!Dipper and Mabel Pines
Words: 1,350
Summary: It’s Mabel’s day to regress but Dipper is having a hard time being the caregiver today… 
Warnings: panic attack due to feelings of guilt (brief)
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Dipper and Mabel might be very different, but they’ve always understood each other when it matters. Sometimes that means Dipper crawling into the closet and sitting beside Mabel while she takes some Sweater Time, and sometimes that means Mabel tossing a new pen to Dipper after he’s chewed through another one. 
Today, Mabel is regressing, and Dipper is helping to keep the chaos to a minimum. 
He likes being an older brother, a lot of the time. He nods when Mabel babbles at him (which isn’t all that different from usual), and he cleans the glitter off her hands before she eats, and he helps to tie her shoes when they go for a walk. It makes him feel responsible and secure. He doesn’t have to worry about Mabel, because she’s right there beside him, and it’s his job to keep her safe: he’s not overstepping or worrying too much, he just has to hold her hand and remind her to look both ways if they’re crossing the street. 
Today, however, Dipper is feeling all wrong. 
He had nightmares last night, which left him feeling distant all day, and classes were a blur of lessons and homework that he wasn’t sure if he’d done correctly. 
But it’s Mabel’s night to regress, and that means it’s Dipper’s night to take care of her, and never mind the fact that his brain feels fuzzy and way too full right now. In two days it’ll be Dipper’s turn to regress, and Mabel will read to him and watch his favourite shows without complaining, and it’ll be fine. 
They’re watching the Lalaloopsie show right now, while Mabel plays with crafts on the floor and gets stickers all over herself. She’s not paying much attention to the chatting dolls on-screen, and Dipper is zoning out while staring at the dancing colours. 
He could ask to put on something with less overloaded visuals, but then Mabel might realize something is wrong, and it might pull her out of regression, and the last thing Dipper wants is to ruin part of their routine. 
“Dip! Dip!” 
“Huh?” Dipper blinks and realizes Mabel is waving her hands at him. “Oh, what’s up, Mabel?” 
“Dip! Give!” 
“Give you…” Dipper assesses Mabel’s art, which is mostly glued-down macaroni with some cat stickers scattered generously across the paper. “More pasta?” 
“Dip!!!!” Mabel waves her hands more insistently. 
“Ohhhhh, you want a hug,” Dipper laughs, and slides down to the floor to indulge his baby sister. She throws herself into his lap, a welcome wave of stickers and warm woolen sweater and hair that immediately gets into Dipper’s mouth. 
Spitting out his sister’s hair as subtly as possible, Dipper wraps his arms around Mabel and leans his head against hers. She’s just so warm, and familiar, and the weight of her grounds Dipper more than anything so far today. 
“Dip?” 
Oh, Dipper might have been holding on for too long. It’s hard to let her go, with how comfortable this is. 
In fact, Dipper realizes, this is not good. He should have stayed on the chair. He’s too comfortable, and his brain is finally letting him fall into a quietude, but he’s supposed to be taking care of his sister, not getting all quiet and small and comfy, no matter how much he wants it… 
“Dipper?” 
Now he’s really done it, Mabel’s tone is changing to one of concern, and he still can’t unwrap his arms from her. 
“Dipper, is it bad? Do you need space?” Ironic, isn’t it, that Mabel is asking if Dipper needs space while he’s clinging to her so unstoppably. He manages to shake his head at her question, and is rewarded with Mabel’s arms coming around him in return, holding him close, and that’s definitely a big sister hug, he’s totally messed this up- 
“Dipper, shhh, breathe.” 
Right, yeah, breathing. 
Dipper gasps in a breath and then lets it out slowly, trying to force down the alarms that were ringing in his head. It feels like there’s a black hole in his stomach, sucking him down and in, trying to crumple his entire body into itself out of guilt and frustration. 
He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I’m sorry, Dipper thinks to himself, and then he tries to say it to Mabel, and there’s something in his throat that just won’t let it out. 
“It’s okay, Dipper,” Mabel soothes, patting the back of his head. “You’re just freaking out, it’s not going to last forever.” 
That’s his reassuring big sister, alright. 
Eventually, the black hole dissipates and Dipper’s lungs stop trying to swallow themselves, and some semblance of normalcy returns. 
I’m sorry, he tries to say again, but words are still eluding him. 
Dipper leans back, and Mabel lets him. She keeps her hands on his shoulders, her eyes scanning over him. 
“You okay?” she asks, her face clearly communicating that she knows the answer. 
Dipper feels his shoulders slump, unable to lie to his sister.
Mabel smiles knowingly. “Do you want to be the little twin today?” She taps him on the nose, affectionate and so clearly torn from her own regression. Ready to take care of him, the same way Dipper was supposed to take care of her today. 
Tears fill his eyes, the immediate welling up that never happens unless he’s feeling small. As good as a confession, for a sister who knows him so well. 
“Aw, it’s okay! Don’t cry! We can swap, okay?” Mabel cups his chin, bringing his face up so she can bonk her forehead against his in a slightly painful show of affection. “You can be the little twin today and I’ll be the little twin on Thursday, or we can just play separate on Thursday! I’m not mad, Dipper, don’t cry.” 
Dipper pats the back of Mabel’s hands, the only thanks he can manage at the moment. Regression doesn’t always rob him of his voice, but today it seems that his words are gone. Mabel ruffles his hair and then gets to her feet, hands on her hips. 
“Okay! Let’s get this TV turned off, huh? You want your babytime stuff?” Mabel narrates herself as she turns the room into something kinder to Dipper’s overwhelmed mind, the noise from the TV vanishing, a weight lifting from Dipper’s shoulders at the same time. He hadn’t realized how much the noise had been bothering him until it was gone. 
Mabel appears next to him again, one of Dipper’s chew necklaces dangling from her fingers. Dipper reaches out and catches it, slipping it over his head and popping it into his mouth. It’s shaped like a mushroom and the stem fits into his mouth like a pacifier, but the material is hard enough that he can’t bite through it like he does with most normal pacifiers. 
Once Dipper is busy chewing, Mabel drops down beside him. 
“Do you want a story?” She wiggles the book they’ve been reading together: they’re on the third Narnia book, and Dipper nods. Mabel has a great talent for reading out loud and he likes to sit and listen while she reads, sometimes colouring and other times just rocking back and forth, all of his attention on her words. 
Mabel opens the book and clears her throat, settling her spine straight like she’s getting ready for an important presentation. Dipper laces his hands on top of his knees and lets his chin rest on his knuckles, looking at Mabel’s reflection in the dark screen of the television. 
“Are you ready?” 
Dipper shuffles a little closer to Mabel and she puts out an arm, letting him lean against her. With the warm stability of his sister next to him, Dipper closes his eyes and nods. 
Mabel’s voice begins to fill the air and Dipper relaxes into her. He doesn’t think about the nightmares, or the schoolwork. Even his guilt has melted away in the face of Mabel’s genuine excitement to read to him. 
The only thing that Dipper feels at this moment is love and gratitude for his twin. He’ll have to plan something really fun for them to do on Thursday. 
For now, all he has to do is listen.
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jacksdinonuggets · 1 month
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~Fight Nights~
Y'ALL I HAD AN IDEA AND I WROTE IT.
Summary: Vaggie has a fight with Charlie and needs comfort. However, the only other person she can run to is Carmilla
Vaggie stormed out of the hotel, angry, and on the brink of tears. She and Charlie had just gotten into a fight. They didn’t fight often so it really affected them when they did. The reason that they fought? Vaggie was suppressing her negative emotions again, therefore keeping a secret. This made Charlie pretty upset since she wanted them to have a mutual relationship and not just one protector. However, Vaggie viewed herself as someone who couldn’t show weakness so she got pretty worked up when Charlie confronted her about it. She didn’t mean to turn it into an argument. It just sort of happened.
Anyways, she just really needed comfort from someone and the only other person she could really go to was carmilla. She had been taking fighting lessons once a week with her and sometimes, she would even teach a little bit of ballet so she could learn to dance-fight. At first, they would just go back and forth with returning weapons and paying some loans and business stuff but then they started to get a bit personal. Sometimes, if Vaggie was having a bad day, Carmilla would invite her into her office and they would talk about whatever was bothering her before they practiced.
So, still slightly pissed and more emotional than ever, she walked to her warehouse that was also just her normal house. She knocked on the big metal doors, hanging her head low. Now was not the time to cry.
The doors opened after a couple of seconds and Carmilla greeted her at the door.
“Vaggie, what brings you here? It is not our normal practice day,” She questioned as she urged the girl inside. 
“I just-... I needed someplace safe to cool down. Me and Charlie had a fight,” Vaggie explained. Talking had never seemed as hard as it did at that moment. It felt like with every word she was about to break down into tears. Usually, if she was feeling like this, she would go to Charlie and the two would cuddle, spend time together, or have little time. But she couldn’t because she felt wrong for having to want comfort from the person she just fought with. It would be awkward and strange.
Carmilla sighed, “How about you meet me in my office and i’ll bring up a cup of tea. Then you can tell me all about it, ‘kay?” Vaggie nodded and started walking up the stairs. She passed the big doors that lead into the main house area and went towards the office. 
As Vaggie was waiting, she could feel her headspace teetering. It was a weird feeling to want to be taken care of and comforted by basically a stranger. But somehow she grew sort of attached to her.
When Carmilla returned, she had two cups of tea in her hand. She gave one to Vaggie, who was sitting on the couch. She nodded a thank you and took a sip. Carmilla sat next to her and put her’s on the coffee table.
“Alright, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” she prompted. Vaggie took a deep breath and began.
“Charlie had begun to notice that i was hiding my vulnerable emotions and lying whenever she would ask if i was okay. I get overwhelmed easily but I would say i was fine whenever someone would ask, just to not be seen as weak. Well, she noticed and confronted me about it. We got into this huge fight and she brought up how i haven’t regressed-” Shit, she can’t tell her that. That’s too personal. Plus, what if she thinks its weird? “Uh- I mean used this one coping mechanism in a month or two and that i was repressing it,” wow, great save there.
“Anyways, she hit a few nerves that I know she probably regrets. I said a few things I’m not proud of, but it still hurts. Its like, I really want a hug but I can’t get it because she’s the only one I have who can comfort and love me!” Vaggie spiraled. At this point, she didn’t even care that she was talking to a dangerous overlord. She just needed to rant. And rant she did.
“Would it make you feel better if I gave you a hug?” Carmilla offered. She saw how Vaggie looked as though she desperately needed one. It was like looking at a small panicking child. You just needed to help them. In a way, Vaggie reminded her of her daughters. And Carmilla reminded Vaggie of a mother in a way. Not like she’s ever known hers, being a heavenborn orphan whose only family consisted of exorcists who bullied her.
Vaggie nodded. Carmilla wrapped her arms around the small, short girl and gave a reassuring squeeze. Vaggie had never wanted to cry more than did right now. It was overwhelming. But not exactly in a bad way. She felt this strange, clingy emotion towards her. 
Carmilla was about to pull away but she felt something stopping her. Vaggie’s arms were gripping her waist like her life depended on it and she could feel something wet on her collarbone where Vaggie had her head. She hadn’t even noticed the girl start crying. But nonetheless, she rubbed her back and comforted her, just like she would with her daughters.
“Shh, it's okay, I’ve got you,” she whispered in a soothing motherly tone, the one she never uses with strangers or in combat.
Vaggie’s headspace dipped so far when those words were spoken. She felt so small, like a toddler in Carmilla’s big embrace. 
“Mama..” Vaggie mumbled into her chest. It was very muffled and quiet though.
Carmilla noticed the words spoken from vaggie and knew that the girl’s headspace had dropped. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what regression was. 
“Mama’s here, sweetie,” she gently told her.
The two hugged for what seemed to be 5 minutes until Vaggie calmed down. She didn’t want to let go though. It felt so good to feel loved.
“It seems like it’s past your bedtime, little one,” she said when they pulled apart. Vaggie pouted but was noticeably tired. It was about 9:30 and her little brain could only stay up so late.
“Come on, I’ve got a spare room you can use.” she stood up and signalled for her to follow her. However, she Vaggie was having some trouble standing. She kept falling over. Having one eye and being small didn’t mix well for balance. 
Carmila bent over and picked her up. She held her by her hip as she carried her out of the office, their tea forgotten. She walked towards the big doors that led to the main house area. When she opened the doors, Clara and Odette were sitting in the living room on the couch. They looked up to see their mother carrying the princesses girlfriend? It confused them but Carmilla mouthed ‘I’ll explain later’. 
When they approached the guest room, Carmilla was able to hold Vaggie with one hand for about a second to open the door. They didn’t have any spare pajamas so Vaggie would have to sleep in her current clothes. They didn’t seem too uncoomfortable though.
Carmila laid her down in the bed and pulled the covers over her, tucking her in.
“Wha’ bout Char-Char?” Vaggie rubbed her eyes. The big kid in her knew that Charlie would be expecting her to be home in about an hour and would definitely begin freaking out if she wasn’t home by then.
“I’ll let her know you’re staying the night,” Carmilla said in a hushed voice, “For now, its ni-ni,”
Once she was done tucking her in she turned off the lights and left, but not before cracking the door just in case Vaggie needed anything during the night. Then, she went back downstairs to explain the situation to her daughters. They seemed pretty okay with it and promised not to spread it, as Carmilla knew it was something she’d probably like to keep a secret. In the end, Carmila never expected to be the mother of three, yet here she was.
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tinyspiderbeat · 9 months
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Cg!Hobie Brown headcanons
- Hobie is your punk dad in a way, ofc not actual dad but he has the vibes for sure- This man would take you out to so many places and just blare music for funzies
- A very good caregiver actually!! He spoils his littles with a lot of stuff (mostly stolen but it’s the thought that counts, right?) Hobie has definitely stolen stuffed animals for Miles and Pavitr and Gwen even though she doesn’t regress.
- Doesn’t know how to cook, so he definitely orders out a lot or snags stuff from Spidey HQ to feed himself and his littles, Hobie is in the process of learning from Pavitr’s auntie though!! So don’t entirely discount him!!
- Has the patience for autistic or non verbal littles, can listen to cues very well even if they aren’t even that obvious. Miles is getting overstimulated and starts to shrink into himself? Hobie has found an excuse to drag them both away to play games or just relax.
- Loves to play for his littles!! Lets them play his guitar as well- Although he is closely monitoring them to make sure nothing bad happens to the guitar or his baby gets upset with the notes not sounding right.
- Absolute praise and nickname machine! You eat at least one thing? even if it was a snack? “Nice job, rockstar!” you stand up for yourself in a situation? “They deserved it, i’m proud of you bug.” he is such a sweet caregiver despite his tougher outside appearance it’s really really nice!
- During the events of ATSV he was a comfort spot for all the spidey squad, although it was a back and forth situation!! Everyone was everyone’s safe place and it totally drove him into some form of a babysitter headspace.
- “Hate the AM, Hate the PM”- This dude will definitely try to introduce british food to his littles and try to hold back laughter when they groan out of slight disgust but will absolutely praise them for trying it in the first place no matter what.
- Despite me hcing him as a caregiver i do believe he’s somewhat of a flip- having a lean towards being a caregiver though just out of comfort and some distrust towards the people around him. (whoever you think of can work here for sure)
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emmies-agere · 2 months
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hii can you do caregiver headcanons for mr kitty or level 974 of the backrooms pls n thx 💞
hello!! of course <3 i won’t lie that i’ve only ever seen a few tiktoks of mr. kitty, so i hope that i characterized him well haha! saw him and immediately thought he’d make a cool caregiver,, i hope you enjoy! take care c:
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mr. kitty caregiver headcanons!
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•mr. kitty is a very quiet and soft-spoken caregiver. he doesn’t talk much, but he shows that he cares for you with actions rather than words.
•checks up on you often! if you were sleeping, he’d carefully poke his head into your room to check on you. or if you were playing outside (as much of an outside as there is...) he would always keep a close eye on you. trust that even if you can’t see him, he’s watching over you.
•has lots of gear for you! there’s always plushies on the bed, toys in bins and paci’s in the drawers. he’s sure to find out your favorite colors and items!
•he likes to just sit with you. would watch cartoons/your favorite show on the couch with you (he miiight let you snuggle him...) or will just sit on a chair beside you while you did an activity.
•doesn’t use a lot of pet names, but i think when he does, he uses dear.
•mr. kitty is very gentle when he does speak. he would let you ramble on and on to him, and he wouldn’t mind a bit! even if your words are incoherent, he’d simply respond with an, “oh, really?” “tell me more, dear.”
•of course, there’s always an abundance of foods you like when you’re with him. however, i think he would be fond of cooking with you. baking some cookies, or icing cakes. mixing up some trail mix together or trying to make your own pizza. there’s a child-like kind of fun to it!
•mr. kitty will never fail to tuck you in. you’ll never go to sleep without him pulling the blankets over you and your stuffie and softly kissing your forehead, murmuring a goodnight.
•he’d guard your stuffies for you any time you asked! if you were busy and needed to go do something, he’d make sure they were safe and loved until you got back.
•when you were having a rough day, mr. kitty would try to do little things to make things easier for you. he’d run a warm bath with bubbles and bath toys. he’d make sure your favorite meal was prepared, and he would always have your comfort items on hand/in your room.
•when it comes to comforting you, he might not always know what to say, but he wants you to know he’s there. he’ll tell you that if you want to talk, he will listen to you for as long as you need, but otherwise... he’ll wrap you in his arms until you feel better.
•mr. kitty is a rather reserved caregiver, but he hopes you know that he loves you and would not trade caring for you for the world <3
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dragon-queen21 · 4 months
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Amazing Digital Circus agere fic
Based off of a head canon that I had that most, if not all players who get trapped end up regressing. Perhaps something that's been implemented by Caine as a measure to help fight off abstraction. (I know he can't technically mess with their minds but hush, we ignore that in favor of writing potential)
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Pomni who’s already so overwhelmed by the world around her when suddenly everything starts to feel even more overwhelming. (if that’s even possible, at this point she doesn’t want to know)
She’s not herself, clearly, as she can’t even remember her own name, yet she’s sure she would have remembered if she’d felt like this before. Spacey, and small. The bright colors surrounding her are starting to give her a headache. The feeling of dread as if being like a child who’s lost their guardian in a public place settles over her in waves.
“Baby’s first drop.” Jax says and he’s looking at her with an odd mixture of what might be concern and amusement. “And by the looks of it, not gonna be a pretty one.”
He gets elbowed in the stomach from Ragatha.
“Ouch. Rude much?” She ignores him.
The group watching as she approaches Pomni. “Hey it’s alright. You’re going to be fine hun, just take a deep breath.”
“I mean none of us have to actually breathe here, it’s all just made to simulate the-” Kinger starts to ramble gaining a sharp look from Ragatha.
Kinger yelps.
“None of you are helping right now.”
“Never mind, carry on.”
She’s trying to be soothing, reaching out to comfort Pomni before she can panic anymore. "You're alright button. "
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survivorkidz · 4 months
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freddy (fnaf movie) agere moodboard
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thebabyprince · 7 months
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Can u do little! Scott and caregiver! Wallace head canons pls, I honestly wish there was more agere content in the Scott pilgrim fandom
I sure can!!! Hope you enjoy them, and I completely agree with you, that's why i decided to write for it!!!! Hope you like em :]
Caregiver! Wallace and Little! Scott
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Wallace, maybe, didn't know the term 'age regresion' but knew that something was up.
Sometimes there were situations, where Scott would act much more childish than usual, and when confronted about it afterwards, he would deny it and act very defensive about it.
For example, the other night Wallace woke up with Scott curled up against his chest, his thumb stuck in his mouth. Wallace gently petted him on the back, and he let out a soft cry, hugging Wallace tighter.
"What? That didn't happen. You're making it up". "It totally did happen, bro, deny it all you want". "You were just drunk and imagining things!"
And Scott leaves the house as fast as possible, face red from embarrasment.
Then it happens again the next night, Scott against his chest, sucking on his thumb.
Wallace got an idea. He ruffled Scott's hair and Scott, predictably, let out a cry.
"Hey, Scott. Scotty. Buddy, we gotta wake up"
"I don't wanna-a!" Wallace chuckled, noticing that he sounds a bit softer and high-pitched than usual.
"I bet you don't, but we can't just stay in bed forever, can we?" Wallace shifts his position into a sitting now, Scott now being on his lap, hanging on his neck, whining softly. "There we go... Hey, pal, can I ask you a question? Can you tell me how old you are? You can show me with your fingers if you're shy".
Scott goes quiet for a moment, and then hesitantly shows Wallace 3 fingers.
"Very good. Thank you, Scott, you are being very helpful right now. I know it takes a lot of courage to admit things. You sure are a brave boy". Scott smiles so very gently. "Now, do you want to watch cartoons while i make us breakfast?"
And general headcanons:
Scott regresses either to 3 to 4 year old toddler or to a baby
They never established a parental title for Wallace, so toddler Scott just calls him by his name. However, baby Scott can't articulate words well, so he just pointed at Wallace one time and went "mama!!" Wallace accepted that.
Scott is a very talkative little, he likes to swing his legs while sitting at the table, telling Wallace everything about his day, all the cool bugs he saw and a level in the videogame he beat.
Wallace tends to take Scott play outside a lot, cause they both need that fresh air!!
Scott's the type of little to chew and suck on EVERYTHING. His thumb, his shirt, blankets, his toys, even crayons and markers. The first little gear Wallace ever bought him was a pacifier and two teethers, cause Scott just put anything in his mouth without thinking twice.
He also bought him a toy truck and an Eevie plush, which were also a hit.
Wallace lo-o-oves nicknames, sticking them in almost every sentence, but he tends to keep the overly sweet ones to himself. His usual go-to's are 'buddy', 'pal', 'kiddo' and 'champ'. He occasionally uses 'sweetheart' when Scott's being extra clingy and vulnerable.
He also calls him a tiny menace, as a cool title😎
Scott still really likes videogames when he's small, but he tends to stick to simplier ones, and sometimes he asks Wallace to help him beat them.
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pup-writes-agere · 1 year
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Can you do a CG Sun FNAF headcanons please?
CG Sundrop Headcanons!
Note: I used he/they pronouns for sun!
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Even though they are very hyper Sun is very good and toning it down for your nap times or when you’re cranky and need support
Sun is used to all sorts of nicknames from the kids so he’s fine with whatever you choose to call them!
Gets a bit flustered at first if you call them Dada, or Daddy (that’s a pretty rare nickname he doesn’t get often) but he gets used to it and goes along with it
He has so many hidden stashes of crayons and pacifiers and all sorts of stuff literally everywhere
Sun is understandably scared of the dark but he desperately wants to be with you during your naps so they get you a little sleep mask to wear so it can still be light in the room!
Loves to play all sorts of games with you! (Except hide and seek! He’d get so scared if their sunshine disappeared!)
Their favorite game to play with you is I spy! He likes to see if he can stump you, but you always end up stumping him.
“Something red and yellow.. Oh Little One, I have no idea!! Tell me!… my pants!! Oh my goodness that’s such a good one why didn’t I think of that-“
If you have sensory sensitivity he is very understanding and will do their best to talk to the other animatronics to make the pizza plex more enjoyable for you.
“Come on, Kiddo! Music Man has a special lullaby show just for you! I helped set it up!”
He insists on holding your hand everywhere because they like to make sure you’re never alone, being alone can be scary!
They love you so much, he’ll even let you put stickers and glitter glue on him! As long as you help with clean up afterwards
“That’s right Smartie Pants! We have to make sure we get all cleaned up before we do anything else! Can you help me?”
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roseyposie-agere · 3 months
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Age regressor! Branch Headcannons-🌧
: little baby, tiniest of guys!! Branch usually regresses to a younger age, probably toddler years to a young kid
: is embarrassed and sometimes ashamed of his regression (at least until others help him through those feelings)! involuntary regresses because of nightmares alot, uses Floyd's jacket to help calm down
: very very clingy due to his past, is maybe a little better with poppy then with any of his brothers taking care of him
: speaking of Branch's brothers I adore the idea of them caregiving for him!! I think Floyd would be the one who finds out about the regression first, but all his brothers would like to have at least some of the time they never got with baby Branch now that they're together again
: That isn't to say its easy, there is so much angst potentional for them, poor branch probaly tries to be as 'perfect' as he can so his brothers don't leave again :< it takes alot of effort and rebuilding of trust for his regression to be more of a positive experience, after the work is put in it starts to help heal some of the hurt from his childhood
: on a lighter note, Branch loves creating and coming up with new inventions! Especially, when his favorite trolls help him, Poppy excitement in turn makes branch even more exited about his creations. Poppy defiantly puts little branch's blueprints and drawings up when hes more comfortable
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