moonshineplaydate

[moonshineplaydate]

hiii starlights, college has been keeping me real busy for the whole year but I’m gonna try and keep posts more frequent from now on-so (hopefully) expect a lot more headcanon posts coming after this one!!

currently nearly finished with Bleach and was surprised to see that the fandom had virtually no Agere content, so I’m hoping to fix that!

P.S, these headcanons will be very self indulgent and focused on the characters I personally like, so if you want to see some specific characters, feel free to drop in a request!!

Bleach Age Regression Headcanons:

Uryū Ishida:

•Uryū is a flip!

•He’s doesn’t see his regression as something too important about himself, but he isn’t exactly proud of it either. It’s more like a guilty pleasure than anything serious to him.

•As such, his regression was usually involuntary and occurred during moments of stress or emotional pain.

•He normally slips to the age of 4-6; he wouldn’t like the feeling of being too small.

•As a little, he still tries to act and speak as if he’s all grown up, which is adorable to watch.

•Can become frustrated if he feels like his caregivers aren’t treating him seriously though.

•Uryu’s still a very nice and respectful little who isn’t prone to throwing tantrums or fits; he still has his dignity to uphold, after all! He’s not a very clingy little however and generally will keep to himself unless he wants/needs his caregiver’s attention.

•Praise is an easy way to get him to melt however.

•His absolute favourite nickname to be called is “Little Man”, because it sounds grown-upish enough for him.

•Before he made friends with the gang, he absolutely hated his regression and did her best to hide it from everyone and force it away. But after an occasional few slip ups, he had to let them in on his little secret.

•Obviously none of them minded but Orihine became his de facto caregiver, whether he liked it or not! She couldn’t leave a little kid unsupervised all by himself, after all.

•Uryū was at first hesitant to flip in front of a friend he respects so much, but after being assured she wouldn’t think any of less him, he began drifting around her whenever he slipped.

•His favourite activities when little are drawing and acing bed time stories read to him. The bed time stories were Orihime’s idea but he took to them immediately; he especially loves when she does voices for the characters.

•He doesn’t like to have his routines broken. Bedtime is sacred.

•Uryū doesn’t have much little gear really; he’s not a fan of pacis or plushies or toys, but Orihime did get him a massive set of crayons, paints and felt tips for his drawings, which he’s protected with his life.

•He may not be willing to shove down his pride as a regressor but as a caregiver, he is more than willing to throw it all to the side for the sake of his little.

•Uryū takes all of his responsibilities seriously, and being a caregiver is no different in this. He’d do absolutely everything just to make sure his little is happy.

•He doesn’t have a set little by any means, but he’s ending up taking care of Orihime, Rukia and even Nemu.

•Uryū takes anything his littles say seriously, even if they’re just speaking gibberish, and responds back to them as if they just made perfect sense.

“Ababa baaababa!!”

“Oh, yes, you’re definitely right about that: that’s interesting, little one.”

•He keeps a little notepad filled with information he learns about his regressors, what their likes and dislikes are, what they like to be called, the safe foods that they enjoy, what little gear they need, etc.

•Uryū a very adaptable caregiver who’ll switch his mood and behaviour for how his little is feeling. Though he does always try and enact some discipline and rules, usually just for basic safety and politeness.

•Uryū generally defaults to “baby” or “little one” as a nickname but will switch up these depending on what his little wants.

Orihime Inoue:

•Orihime too is a flip, but she places a lot more emotions value to her regression than Uryū does.

•Orihime regresses both voluntarily and involuntarily. She regresses voluntarily as being younger reminds her of the times when her older brother was still alive, and her involuntary regression normally pops out when she’s scared or tired.

•She can slip anywhere from 3-7 depending on how she’s feeling! She’s not all that open about her regression but as long as you’re her friend, she wouldn’t have a problem telling you.

•She’s very much a crier when she’s little; if she gets too happy, she’ll be in tears, if she’s too sad, she’ll be sobbing. She’s a very emotional little and needs a lot of attention.

•Being carried is a great way to make sure she’s getting all the love she needs when she’s small.

•Orihime’s main caregiver is either Tatski or Ichigo, though practically everyone one of her friends has tried their shot at looking after her at some point; it’s hard to resist her!

•Orihime loves all kinds of little gear, from pacis, to teethers, to toys (she’s a big fan of those little pianos and fake cooking sets you can get), to pyjamas, to plushies, to headbands; she can’t get enough of it.

•Following from that her little bag is absolutely huge so she can’t really take out all of her gear in public and can spend spend hours deciding what to bring.

•Her favourite nicknames to be called are, “Baby,” and “Sugar.” She likes the sweet sounding ones.

•One thing she hates as a little is having people raise her voice at her; she’ll immediately go teary eyed and struggle talking for the rest of the night. Renji learned this one the hard way and brought her a dozen plushies to apologise.

•She’s a fairly messy little with no sense of structure to her days, but is always willing to follow whatever rules her caregivers put onto her; she doesn’t like to be purposefully disobedient.

•Orihime can normally talk perfectly fine when she’s little, but does have a slight lisp and can resort to babbling if she doesn’t want to deal with it.

•As a caregiver though, Orihime is the most doting, sweetest and attentive caregiver that anybody could ask for!

•She absolutely loves her littles and makes that fact no secret; she’ll constantly be telling them how much she adores them, even if they’re not doing anything special.

•Orihime also makes it known physically; she loves giving her littles head pats and has a sticker collection with phrases like, “Well done!” or “Good Job!” to hand out whenever she’s proud of them.

•She normally calls her littles things like, “Sweetie Pie”, “Cutie Pie”, or “Angel”.

•She’s very gentle when it comes to rules; she’ll impose them but the last thing she’d want you to do is feel bad about yourself.

•Loves fixing up her little’s hair and give them any cute or cool hairdos that they want!

•Orihime is very empathetic and would be a very patient caregiver, no matter whether her little throws fits or nots. She will try and correct any out of like behaviour though.

•Like Uryū, she’s 100% willing to go along with whatever her littles ask of her and can easily adjust her mood to fit their’s. If they want some really hyped up energetic playtime, she’ll deliver in that, but if they flip to needing some chilled out mellow time where they can just watch a movie, or draw and relax, then she’ll just settle herself.

Ulquiorra Cifer:

•I warned yall that this would be random and indulgent-

•I’ll sound like a broken record here but I can imagine him being a flip, under some circumstances. I don’t imagine he would’ve regressed much, if at all, in the canon but if he got a redemption, I could see him leaning into it.

•There were very few regressors in Las Noches and even fewer who would trust Ulquiorra of all people to watch after them. There were only two; Starrk and Lilynette. Whenever Harribel wasn’t available to look after the two of them, they began gravitating towards Ulquiorra.

•Staark was more of a teen regressor while Lilynette slipped reeaaall small, usually to the age of three or below so she required a lot of hands on attention. Starrk generally just appreciates being around people though and would just linger around Ulquiorra and Lilynette.

•Ulquiorra doesn’t even understand adult emotions; he has no chance of understanding a regressor’s emotions. He’s puzzled on why they would want to spend their time around him of all people, but according to Lilynette he’s “nice” and according to Staark he’s “chill”; two things which he definitely is not.

•But it’s not like he can deny a request from the 1st strongest espada so now he’s on babysitting duty for the two of them.

•He never seeks them out or checks on them, but they always “bother” him (as he puts it) whenever they’re small by seeking him out.

•Lilynette can be a totally loud-mouthed, attention seeking brat so Ulquiorra tries to keep the two of them somewhere private where they won’t end up embarrassing themselves in front of the other Espadas.

•Ulquiorra does not treat them any differently than he wound when they’re big, but he does try and deconstruct their reasoning. He’s surprisingly good at calming down Lilynette from her tantrums or getting Starrk to open up about something that’s bothering him.

•He doesn’t initiate physical affection, but he won’t make any attempts to stop it either. His littles can cling onto him for as long as they like.

•He learned that the two of them like being flown around and he uses that as his main bargaining chip, promising that he’ll take them flying if they behave.

•Ulquiorra doesn’t necessarily feel anything for them, but after a while of this, he’ll keep a closer eye on them. He’ll excuse it, saying that he needs to know whether they are little or not to know how to best approach them, but really there is some concern there.

•He doesn’t enjoy taking care of them, but he isn’t displeased with it either, which is about as good as you can get.

•Lilynette and Starrk both thinks it’s hilarious seeing him try, and fail, to negotiate with a little though and normally end up laughing at his attempts. He becomes more confused with this, but never frustrated.

•If given the opportunity, Ulquiorra’s regression would be incredibly confusing to him at first.

•He was born as a fully grown Hollow and therefore has no basis on what a childhood should be like, except from people like Lilynette and even that is far from normal.

•Ulquiorra’s regression is also different in itself. He’s practically absentminded and goes silent. He isn’t clingy by any means and rarely even wants a caregiver. He would struggle with actually receiving the care that they gave him, and would just believe it to be a waste of someone’s time to look after him.

•He tries to sleep away his regression and normally ends up resting how bats do; upside down with his wings wrapped around him. It’s a surprisingly adorable sight.

•Other than that though, Ulquiorra is an incredibly reserved and independent little who doesn’t even know his own age range, given that he’s never had to think about it.

Hiyori Sarugaki

•The first one on this list whose just a total regressor.

•This poor baby has gone through a lot, from losing her original captain, and caregiver, to being Holified and stuck in the human world; it’s not surprising that her maturity tends to slip away sometimes.

•Hiyori basically has two forms of regression. One where she regresses to around the age of three or four, where she is even more bratty than normal.

•Little Hiyori has absolutely no patience and will become fussy if she’s given too much attention, and will get even fussier if she’s not giving enough attention.

•She has been affectionately dubbed “Brat” by both Shinji and Kisuke, who are her primary caregivers nowadays.

•Hiyori is difficult about anything she doesn’t want to do when she’s little, from going to sleep to brushing her teeth, if she doesn’t want to do something, she’ll make it known, usually through a tantrum.

•Hiyori is the biggest tantrum thrower at of all of the Visards; she will scream, she will hit and she was definitey kick.

•Curiously she never actually hurts anyone during these, it’s almost like that’s intentional.

•Hiyori doesn’t like being treated like a little kid all the time; she doesn’t like playing with toys or being cradled, she mostly just tries to go act like she’s still big, which doesn’t normally go well.

•Shinji is on constant lookout duty to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself; he looks away for one second and the girl’s climbing onto the roof or messing around with her Zanpuketo.

•He has to keep a set of plasters around for her in case she gets hurt, after which she’s basically just a total crybaby and it’s up to Shinji to make her feel better.

•This is when her little gear comes in. As stated, she doesn’t like being treated too much like a kid but some of her gear is still super comforting to her, especially since it comes from her old captain. She has a yellow pacifier which matches her hair, a soft red baby blanket and a bottle.

•Hiyori absolutely loves angel milk or anything sweet while she’s little; whenever she cries, Shinji’s easiest solution is just sticking a lollipop in her mouth.

•The other side her regression takes is baby Hiyori. She doesn’t exactly know her age range for this, but she knows it’s somewhere below three.

•Hiyori only really slips like this when she’s worked up over something, which given her incredibly traumatic life, can be a lot of things.

•If Shinji’s lucky, she’ll just be tired and want some sleep. If he’s not, she’ll be blubbering about how much she wants to go home and how much she hates Aizan. It absolutely breaks Shinji’s heart to see her like that.

•Baby Hiyori takes precedent over all situations; it doesn’t matter if the world is ending, Shinji will be there to look after her. She’s a lot more needier like this and, unlike when she’s feeling older, she absolutely loves being cradled.

•She doesn’t throw as many tantrums in this state; she’s normally a lot more tuckered out. But she will get frustrated and whiny if she isn’t getting attention right away, or if her caregiver doesn’t know what’s up with her.

•One random thing about regressed Hiyori is that she absolutely loves Shinji’s Bankai, for whatever reason. He initially objected to using it, worried if it would be safe for her, but figured there’d be no harm as long as he was watching. She loves the feeling of everything being loopy and disorientated; it’s the closer she’d ever get to playing.

Kisuke Uruhara

•Kisuke is the first person on this list who is entirely a caregiver!

•He regressed a bit in his younger days but as he settled into his life in the human realm, he found that he didn’t really need it anymore and eventually just grew out of it.

•But, he’s always on the lookout for littles who may be needing some help. Kisuke doesn’t really have a set little; he acts more like a babysitter that people can swing by too if they need it.

•His shop has a backroom basically dedicated to little stuff, having enough pacis, toys, blankets and bottles to comfort any little who may cross through his doors!

•Kisuke’s more of a silly caregiver whose fairly lax around rules, so long as you aren’t hurting yourself, he’ll be up for whatever.

•He’s really good at reasoning with and just talking with littles no matter what age they are; he just always seems to know how to de-escalate a situation.

•Whenever he does want to enforce a rule though, it will be enforced no questions asked.

•Will always make sure that his littles are eating and drinking enough, and has extra food and ready made bottles on standby just to make sure of this.

•If he’s dealing with a baby little, he’ll play peekaboo by drawing his hat over his eyes and then pulling it back up.

•Kisuke can take care of basically any little, apart from Soi Fon who will immediately begin crying if she’s brought anywhere near him.

•Kisuke and Yoruichi think it’s hilarious.

•He doesn’t mind what his littles call him, as long as they’re comfortable with it, he’s happy.

•Just don’t blame him if he starts tearing up a little if he’s called anything along the lines of ‘dad”.

•One way he gets littles to follow rules or take care of themselves is by acting like it’s all just a game or challenge. He’ll see who can brush their teeth the best, or who can get ready for bed the fastest, or who can go longest without touching the kitchen drawer with all the knives in it.

•It works practically all the time.

•Kisuke is a very relaxed caregiver always willing to lend a hand; he’s always smiling whenever he’s dealing with a little as he knows it’s important to let them know that they’re welcome.

[moonshineplaydate]

•••Here For You•••

Characters: Caregiver Renee Rapp x Little Reader

Summary: With Renee busy with work, you end up feeling lonely and are unable to stop yourself from slipping. Renee is willing to give you all the attention you need, no matter what.

Warnings: Agere Fic.

A/N: First fic back in a while, a little bummed that I missed Regressuary but that’s my own fault. This fic is a gift for a very lovely and sweet friend of mine, I hope you enjoy it, darling!

Gently, the cool breeze of the night swishes about the wide room, brushing past the protective, silky, black jacket you were huddled up in and breezing across your chilled face. Your face, illuminated by the gleaming, glowing stage lights from beyond the slightly parted curtain, could just make out the figure beyond those curtains; the woman you were here with, your partner. In this situation, your caregiver.

You always enjoyed going to Renee’s shows, whether you were blending in with the screaming, crowded audience or whether you were perched in your own little peaceful backstage area. Being able to see your girlfriend at her absolute best, performing as she loves and being able to pick on all the little bits of attention she gave you specifically during the performances was incredible. You never missed Renee winking or waving. But today, it was necessary for you to be there, tucked away in your little corner, watching her with demanding eyes as your breath materialised as a cool mist in front of your face. The performance was late in a packed stadium, with all those uncomfortably warm bodies waddling about all around each other. While you might’ve just stayed home normally and waited for Renee to come back later, tonight was different. Some different was bubbling up to the surface of your mind; you found yourself unwilling to leave Renee’s side, practically attached to her at the hip like a lost little lamb. At first, she thought you were just being a bit more clingy than normal but as you began to tear up when she turned to leave, she could tell something was up. You were slipping, and she now had a little girl on her hands to take care of.

As much as Renee would’ve loved to shirk off all her responsibilities and give you all the attention that you deserved, she knew that wouldn’t be fair, if not on her fans then you would certainly feel guilty about it when you weren’t little anymore. Thinking quickly, she blanketed you with one of her spare jackets and decided you’d just have to go with her; she couldn’t leave behind such a needy, adorable baby by herself after all. Remembering to grab your little bag, Renee carried you into her car with her before setting off to the show. You mostly rode off in silence, your body sleepily leaning up against the car window, occasionally bumping the side of your head against the sturdy glass. Faintly, you could make out your own reflection ahead you with the twinkling stars you and the low humming of the car engine filling your ears. Sleep almost took you there, but a familiar turn into the parking lot and Renee’s soft voice pulled you from your twilight slumber.

So now, here you were, doing you absolute best to both wear and cuddle a jacket. It reminded you so much of Renee, it was like she was really hugging you. You tried your best to nestle into the cloth, to make it like a second skin, often raising its sleeves to your face to be reminded of her scent. She left you on a cushioned, padded chair, one that you practically sunk into upon being placed there. You hadn’t moved from the spot, after all Renee had asked you to, “be good and wait there, baby.” Sitting there, you watched her through the slight crack you had in the curtains, her figure stepping across the stage, offering a discreet glance back to check and make sure you were still doing okay. You offered her a little smile, and her heart nearly melted right then and there.

From your neck dangled your little bag, coloured in pastel pinks and whites. It has been decorated sometime ago by you and Renee with little doodles and stickers, usually of cats but with a few sweet little things on there too, like a heart with a big R in it so you always had a piece of her with you no matter where you went. Your fingers fiddled about with the zipper, impatiently waiting for Renee to come back. You felt like you might fall asleep before she returned but that wasn’t fair! You wanted to spend time with her too; it felt like this performance was just digging in its heels and dragging on as long as it’s could to keep Renee away from you for as long as possible. Those brief glimpses you caught of replayed in your mind until the next sighting came round; your legs shaking in an anxious anticipation, childishly wondering every time if she would really come back.

Finally though, Renee’s performance ended. Normally you’d be able to pay attention to and quite enjoy the songs, but tonight all the words seemed to big and loud and you just wanted Renee back with you so you could hardly focus on the noise, which moulded itself into a blur. The applause that followed after was what broke you out of your trance, eagerly sitting up and scanning the stage hungrily aching to see if Renee would finally be becoming back yet. After a few more solitary moments, her figure finally pushed its way through the large curtains having hurried her closing remarks of the night to return to you as quickly as she could. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor thumped in your head as your eyes took in every detail of her; her hair slightly straggled from her performance, the concerned, caring glint in her eyes, her shining black leather jacket trailing behind her, her lips parted in apprehension at the sight of you.

A surge of emotions rushed through you at the sight of her; a part of you wanting to run up from your seat and jump up into her arms and never let go again for the rest of the night, a part of you wanting to whine about how long her performance had been tonight, a bit of you just wanted to crumble right there and go to sleep. Eventually, your mind reached a sort of compromise and you turned on your side away from Renee, believing that she might just disappear if you weren’t looking at her. Of course, you didn’t want her to disappear but these pouty outbursts of yours occasionally rose to the surface when you were smaller. You couldn’t let Renee just waltz right back in without any sort of challenge. Soon though, you’d sink further down into your warmed seat as Renee steadily lowered herself down next to you.

“Hi baby,” she began, running her fingertips through your hair as smoothly as water. You almost folded right there. “You feeling okay? I’m sorry it took me so long out there, I know it’s late for you sweetie but I’ll get you home soon, mkay?”

Instantly, she could tell from the way you relaxed and simply ler her continue caressing your hair that you weren’t really upset with her, just a bit childishly annoyed. Internally, she was relieved at this; she couldn’t stand the thought of her precious little one being upset. The sweet words were a huge comfort to you as well; Renee’s voice breaking through all the worried and sleep-deprived thoughts that gnawed away against your brain, putting all your worries to rest. Not your grumpiness though, but Renee knew the perfect solution to that as well. Since you were already looking away from her, she had no problem with suddenly crawling her nails up your bare side, her hands moving like a spider with her nails easily clawing up against your soft skin.

“Eeeeep!!” You squealed, twisting about beneath Renee’s hands. Tickling was always the best way of cheering little you up, it was hard to stay grumpy over something when you were giggling your head off. You tried to last as long as you could though, unsuccessfully fighting the smike that spread across your face while keeping your face buried down in the seat below you, figuring that you’d just totally crumble if you saw Renee with that doting smile on her face looking down at you. You raised your arm to try and cover your cheek, now glowing a burning red while your feet kicked all about wildly.

“Are you gonna keep being a grumpy monster and ignoring me or can we go home now, baby?” Renee asked, walking her nails up to your armpits before scratching about against the hyper sensitive spot. You thrashed about all beneath her, your body twisting upwards as you got another good look at Renee, partially obscured by your messy hair covering your eyes. Her eyes were deepened by absolute cherishing love, looking at you as if you were the best thing to ever happen to her. You kept up your rebellious act for a couple more moments than what was really needed, wanting to soak up some more of her affection, before finally surrendering and messily tapping your fingers against Renee’s thigh.

“Nahahahae!! ‘M sohohohorry, quit ihihihit!!” You pleaded and instantly she obliged, snaking her finger out from your underarms and instead raising it up to push your hair out of your face. She let you catch your breath and recover for a good few seconds, not wanting to get too pushy with you when you were little. As you looked up at her, eyes wide and gleaming with joy, your lips etched into a big smile with the most affectionate expression on her face, Renee felt as if her heart could break and re-mould itself from just the sight of you.

“You don’t have to say sorry for anything, cutie, it’s already been a long night for you, hasn’t it?” Come on, let’s get you home,” Renee stood up and offered a hand, which you instantly took, intertwining your fingers wishing you could just be fastened to her forever. Keeping a close eye on you as you walked together, Renee led your outside with her thumb stroking up against your knuckles wanting to make up for some of the attention that you had missed that night. Luckily, Renee had a chauffeur to drive you two back home, perks of being rich, so she was able to put all her attention on you in the car ride back. After helping you down into your seat and ensuring you were buckled in your seatbelt, Renee slid in beside you. The car doors comfortably shut around you, leaving the two of you comfortably enclosed within the heated space; a cozy contrast to the bitter, surreal night air. A thick wall of glass separated the two of you from the driver, finally granting you some alone time with your caregiver. You practically melted into Renee, your face slumping up against her shoulder while your arms and torso mangled together. You sighed, a secure sense of laziness filling you as your body spilled out against your caregiver’s.

Renee fussed over you while you were little, rattling off to check if you were cold, if you were hungry at all, if you’d want another jacket, if you’d wanna go to sleep when you got home. She kept her questions light and simple, not wanting to burden her little girl too much with so many choices to make when she was meant to be the one taking the wheel and looking after you tonight. Still, she just couldn’t help but worry over her sweet little angel; her heart absolutely throbbed for you.

“Hey cutie, would you mind telling me how old you’re feeling right now, please?” She asked, as she let her hands play around with your hair as if she was weaving the answers right out from your brain. You opened your mouth to answer, but a rush of uncertainty filled you. It was difficult trying to get your words out sometimes while you were in your little space, plus saying how old you were could just make you feel silly, as if this whole thing was just one big pretend game. Renee caught on to your hesitance and brought a hand down to softly rub against your shoulder to soothe you.

“It’s okay if you can’t say it, angel, you could always show me with your fingers if that would make it easier,” Renee held out her hands, stretching her fingers outwards and inwards just to demonstrate. You flushed at the juvenile aid but did silently find it helpful, cautiously raising up four fingers. You couldn’t help but worry slightly over putting yourself out there like this. Of course Renee knew you were little but there was a stark difference between that and admitting that you little; there was a vulnerability to it, to recognising that you needed someone to help take care of, and watch over you. Renee appreciated your help though and made it known by lovingly caressing your head.

“Aww, looks like I’ve got a big girl on my hands today, don’t I?,” she voiced in what sounded like a praising tone. You giggled at her; no matter the situation, it seemed like Renee always knew exactly what to say to keep you entertained or assured of yourself. Seeing you all happy and smiley was contagious to Renee; she could hardly stop the pretty smile coming onto her face. She managed the rest of the car ride with your body leaning up against hers, with her arms securely wrapped around your body and tenderly stroking against your side, wanting to give you as many comforting touches as she could. You nestled in safely within her arms, feeling her warmth practically radiating on you and her short breaths breezing against the top of your hair. Your body soon grew entirely still as you and Renee fitted together like two jigsaw pieces; your breathing growing softer as your hands softly clinger to her jacket. As the low hum of the car’s engine whizzed through your ears paired with Renee’s rhythmic breathing, it didn’t take long for you to lull off to sleep.

…

“Hey, bub, wake up, we’re back home,” Renee’s voice was barely above a whisper as she tenderly nudged your shoulder. Your body had practically toppled over hers in your sleep, or maybe she’d just lowered your head onto her lap, enjoying your peaceful expression as you napped. Her other hair was swimming through your hair, lovingly brushing against your head. Gradually, you stirred beneath Renee and attempted to nestle yourself comfortably against her thighs, unwilling to get up when you were already so cozy. Renee snickered at your antics and undid your seatbelt.

“Would you mind if I carried you back inside then, baby?” She offered upon realising that she wasn’t going to get you to move-at least not for a few more hours. You nodded into her leg and she immediately manoeuvred her arms around you, scooping you up and cradling you close as if you were a kitten. Thanking the driver, she slid herself out of the car and made the short walk over to her front door; your body bobbing up and down against her as you went, caught in the twilight zone between sleeping and waking up. Eventually, the latter side one out as you finally opened your eyes as Renee flicked on the light switch. She kicked off her heels before whisking you away to the living room and planting you down on the velvety couch, ensuring that a good few fluffy pillows were supporting you.

“You feeling alright, darling? Am I still dealing with my little girl?” Renee asked affectionately, kneeling down in front of you to be at eye level. You huffed and puffed out your chest a little, some blotches of pinkness sprouting in your cheeks.

“‘m a big girl,” you insisted, to which Renee’s lips formed a wide, amorous smile.

“You’re right, baby, sorry that I forgot. Well then, would my darling angel like a snack before her bed time?” Renee asked. The only reason she hadn’t let you go to bed immediately was because she wanted to make sure that you got some food in you for the night; she wanted to take her role as a caregiver seriously. She could never even imagine herself hurting little you, be it intentionally or otherwise. You were far too precious to her, the absolute light of her life, the reason her smiles were so etched with loving, doting affection.

“M-mhm, yes please,” you confirmed politely; Renee always appreciated how much of a sweetie you were when you were little. She’d be prepared to deal with tantrums and such if it came down to that, but that was hardly a worry in her mind when she knew she was dealing with such a little angel.

“Alrighty then, up we go,” Renee said, before scooping you up again and making the short track to the kitchen before setting you down on one of the counters, facing her with your legs dangling off the edge. She knew you wouldn’t want to be left all alone for too long, and quite frankly neither did she.

“Was there any reason you slipped today, baby, or were you just feeling it?” Renee asked, deciding to go with something simple and easy to get down, being buttered toast. She made sure to give glances back towards you as she worked in preparing your food though, never wanting you to feel left out.

“Jus’ missed you, Nae,” you admitted, your hands folded in your lap like a cherub, your eyes stuck gazing downwards. Just hearing that nickname made Renee want to hold you close and tell you just how much she loved and adored you.

“I know baby, I’m sorry my shows have been keeping me so busy lately, it must be hard for you being on your own, huh?” She did her best to voice your own worries for you, knowing that you’d struggle with properly getting your words out when you were little. Expectantly, Renee gazed over to you to check whether or not her assumption was right; that small nod of yours confirmed it.

“Poor darling, don’t you worry though I’ll be spending alll of tonight with you and if you ever, ever reslly need me baby, I’ll only be a call away, mkay?” She wanted to make it crystal clear that you were her priority above anything else, and even wordlessly offered a pinkie promise just to show how serious she was being. A beaming smile spread across your face at all the attention; your giggled as you wrapped your pinkie around hers and shook it.

“Fank you, Nae!” It felt like all of your problems were just washing away. With Renee gone, it felt like you’d lost your arm or your leg; you felt like the softer inner pieces of an angel cake that spilled out and crumbled when the crust was removed. You could handle yourself just fine when you were big, but being away from your caregiver while little just left you feeling needy and desperate for affection. It didn’t help that your brain could be mean to you, as Renee would put it, trying to convince you that the reason she wasn’t around was because she wouldn’t want to be dealing with a baby. Seeing her again now, it’s bizarre you could’ve ever believed something like that. She loves you and she makes sure that you know it.

Speaking of, Renee leaned down and planted a kiss down on your forehead, her hands gently cupping the sides of your face as you beamed from the attention. You were both taken out of the moment though as the toast noisily popped; Renee stumbled and fell closer to you while you instinctively cling to her upon hearing the sudden, disruptive noise. Your arms attached themselves around Renee’s waist and in turn, her hand snaked around to your back, keeping a firm, secure grasp right between your shoulder blades. You both reacted in an instant, as if just touching a scalding hot baking tray. But, once you both made eye contact, you both couldn’t help but giggle to yourselves.

“Scared us both a bit, didn’t it, baby?” Renee commented as she gradually pulled away from your embrace, trying to make it last for as long as possible. She plopped the two pieces of toast onto a Barbie themed plate, coloured in slightly faded pastel pinks and whites before adding a coating of butter to one side of the pieces. Then, she cut them down the middle and then across to make sure they’d be easy enough for you to eat while you were little.

“Here you go, bub, have as much of it as you’d like, as long as you have some, mkay?” Renee requested, popping the plate down next to you. You could feel your cheeks flushing with heat at the act of service, suddenly aware of just how much tender love and care Renee had been treating you with tonight. After being starved of it, it almost felt like you were drowning in it with an abrupt wave of emotions flooding you as you swallowed one of the toast pieces.

“I luv you, Nae!” You called out to her, your voice a bit blubbery bit entirely earnest. Renee was cut short, her hands absentmindedly rinsing the butter knife under a stream of tap water as the adorable confession hung in the air. Leaving the knife in the sink, she intently walked over to you and hopped up on the counter next to you, her feet grazing against the floor. She wrapped one arm around your shoulders, softly rubbing around your biceps.

“I love you too, my darling girl, I’ve missed you sooo much as well, but don’t worry, Nae’s gonna give you all the attention you deserve!” Renee assured you honestly, just like you, she couldn’t stand being away from you for so long and was entirely unwilling to leave you alone for even a minute. It was like you were each carrying around each other’s hearts with you; you were whole when you were together.

You would finish up your snack rather quickly, nibbling away as you settled up against Renee’s side, lulling comfortably as she split her attention between scrolling through her phone and keeping her hand caressing against your arm.

“Oh, you finished it all, good girl!” Renee cooed as your cheeks flashed a deeper shade of flustered red; a squeak tumbling out from your lips at how quick Renee was to praise you. She took hold of your plate and left it in the sink for now.

“Alright, darling, it’s pretty late, how about we get you ready for bed?” Renee suggested. As much as you would’ve loved to stay up with Renee, that power nap of yours from the car could only fuel you for so long; it was already feeling as if your energy was dwindling away, your neck feeling heavy against your body and difficult to keep up.

“M-mhm, yes pwease,” you lisped, struggling even more with your words as you simply didn’t have the energy to focus on them. Renee didn’t mind at all, her heart melted as she cradled you in her arms.

“You’re such a little cutie!” She adored, rocking you lovingly from side to side in her arms, nearly forcing you to sleep right there as your body bobbed up and down in her hold. You your eyelids shut as you allowed Renee to carry you through the house, hearing all the familiar thumbs and bumps of her footsteps against the stairs, before she bumped upon your bedroom door with her hip. Delicately, she placed you down on the bed, decorated with a easy on the eyes velvet tint with tons of sparkly pillows arranged at one end with a legion of stuffies lingering around the bottom. You sub-consciously reached one of your arms towards your plushies, mumbling a little under your breath.

“Aww, do you want one of your friends, baby?” Renee giggled. “I promise you can have one, but it would be really helpful if we could get ready for bed first, okay angel?” She negotiated, and you gave her a tired nod, always appreciating how soothingly she was able to get her way.

Renee approached a set of drawers and pulled out a pair of pyjamas, white and black striped bottoms with a padded, fluffy greyish top. A hood dangled from top of it with a pair of circular, stubby panda ears poking out from the top.

“Now would you want some help with this or do you think you can handle it by yourself?” Renee asked cautiously. You opened your mouth to answer, but you found your voice entirely gone, replaced instead by an embarrassed heat spreading across your cheeks and a little crackly noise from your throat. Normally, you’d be able to get dressed all by yourself like a big girl but tonight, you were just too drained of energy and it had been so, so long since you slipped at all. A bit of nervousness welled up in you as you failed to answer Renee’s question, your lip beginning to wobble slightly before she instantly soothed you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetie, you can just nod or shake your head for me if that’s easier,” she offered with a patient expression and after a few moments of deliberation, you gingerly nodded your head, silently asking for help.

“That was brave of you to ask, darling, I’m proud of you,” Renee affirmed with a wide, white-toothed smile, wanting to help you move past that brief little tiff. “Now would you mind holding your arms up for me please?”

You did as you were told and as Renee moved to help you out of your crop top, a grin broke out on her face as she instead began scratching her manicured nails up against the hollows of your armpits. You shrieked and drew back almost instantly, a vibrant, playfully terrified expression washing over your face as you doubled back on the bed.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist when you were being such a cutie! I pinkie promise I won’t tickle you this time though, come up and let me help you, please,” Renee giggled, making sure to give you a few moments to recover. She couldn’t help but giving you extra little bits of attention and tickling was one of her honest favourites as she loved seeing that pretty, adorable smile on your face.

With no more tricks up her sleeve, Renee slid off your crop top before mildly fitting you in your pyjama shirt, which felt like a cloud ensnaring you. You grinned widely as you pulled the hood up over your face; your little panda ears poking up over the top of your head. You raised your hands to your face, obscured by your long sleeves, squishing your cheeks and partially covering that huge grin of yours. It was clear how much you loved this shirt, it was why Renee saved it for occasions like these. Her heart could honesty melt with how cute you were being.

“You’re perfect, baby” she praises you meaningfully; your smile grew a little shyer as you saw how much attention she was really putting on you, though you ultimately liked it. Your shorts left you next, soon completing the outfit of your snug, homey pyjamas.

“And absolutely adorable too! Can I hug you?” She asked, and was already leaning forward when you gave an anticipated nod. Renee enjoyed absolutely smothering you with affection, squeezing your tight in her grasp while you returned the gesture with as much force as you could muster. You remained in the hug for a minute or two, Renee waving you about from side to side slightly, rubbing circles into your back. Eventually though, she’d pull away with an expression of pure love plastered onto her face.

“Alright, darling, would you wanna go brush your teethies now?” Renee offered and you took up the responsibility quickly, hopping to your feet.

“Mhm, I can do it, Nae!” You assured her, to which she gave an approving nod. Even the littler displays of praise left your heart racing with excitement, knowing that she was proud of what you were doing was more than enough information. You skittered off to the bathroom and, albeit clumsily, dotted some toothpaste on your brush before scrubbing away about the inside of your mouth. You spent a good few minutes inside the bathroom freshening yourself up, though the whole time your mind and heart was with Renee. You detached yourself from where you were, imagining only her waiting for you in your room. Or maybe you two down in the kitchen, shoulder to shoulder, or your head in her lap on the car ride him. You rationed each of the memories you had with her, going through them with a fine toothed comb, wanting to adore every little detail of Renee as you had. You finished up as quickly as you could before dashing off back to your room.

You skidded through the doorway, seeing that Renee has now dressed herself too in a pair of light, silvery pyjamas, sitting cross legged at the end of the bed.

“Oh, hey sweetie! You all finished?” She asked, seeming pleased when you nodded expectantly. “Well done, baby! I was thinking we could bring one of your little friends here to bed with us, any ideas who?” She asked, tracing her hand over the heads of all your plushies. You let out a soft gasp at the offer and approached them all; a look of wonder in your eyes as you considered each of them. Chocolate the Dog had been your favourite since childhood so it seemed like an easy choice, but you also really, really adored Stripey the Panda since Renee one her specifically for you from a claw machine. Legs the Sloth was the best one for cuddling too; what should’ve been an easier choice left you debating internally, thinking hard as you looked intensely at all the plushies before being hit with an idea and turning to Renee, seeming a bit shy at making a request.

“D-does it haf to be jus’ one?” You asked, seemingly already bracing yourself for the worst answer, but Renee was quick to shut down any of your fears.

“Oh, no, Angel, you can bring as many as you want if that would make you happy!” Renee would’ve brought every plushie in the world if that would make you happy, and that was just the start of it. You squeaked a bit out of happiness and hugged the side of her arm, thanking her over and over again before excitedly getting to work. You half pulled up the covers of your bed and began tenderly and carefully placing all of your plushies around you. Renee caught on quickly and began helping you move all your friends inside of your bed; she could tell that you didn’t want a single one of them to be left out. It was a tad cramped, but the plushies offered another layer of warmth and security that was appreciated. You were rather proud of your work, having gathered all of your friends and your amazing caregiver all into one bed, it was like a dream come true. Though, the extra bundle of energy was making you grow a tad bit fussy; your thumb seemingly developing a mind of its own and finding its way to your lips as you chewed against it. Renee noticed this, but made sure not to reprimand you for your behaviour even if she knew it wasn’t all that good for you.

“Would you want a paci instead, cutie?” Renee offered, and your perfect night got even better. You bounded up at the offer and nodded your head desperately, babbling excitedly. Renee returned to the drawers and reached her hand all the way to the back, finding a sterilised, plastic container holding a pink and black pacifier, with a few stickers of Kuromi placed on the front to make it extra unique to you. Carefully, she popped it in your mouth and let you suck against it, all that extra energy and neediness to move being sapped away by the paci, letting you settle down again.

You wasted no time in making yourself comfortable, wriggling yourself beneath the covers with your body pressed up against your plushies. Your legs had wrapped themselves around Stripey while your back was being nestled into by Chocolate. You were beaming and softly snickering to yourself as you became situated in the cuddle like; Renee thought you were the most precious gift on the planet.

“Okay then, you adorable little cutie, it’s time for bed,” she declared, switching the light off, knowing that you weren’t typically scared of the dark at this age. She waddled her way over to the bed before manoeuvring herself into it, being careful not to displace any of your plushies. Her legs brushed up against your eyes while her arms immediately wrapped around yours, pulling you closer to her with Legs being trapped in the middle of you two. Renee’s chin was placed above your head as she cuddles you dearly, not wanting to let you go ever again. Being here, surrounded by all your plushies, having spent the night with you, listening to the sound of you gently breathing in the pitch black room. It was all perfect for her. She didn’t want anything more.

“I love you, my baby,” she declared, her body relaxing entirely against yours.

“I wuv you too, Nae.” You mumbled out adoringly through your paci, more comfortable now that you had ever been.

[moonshineplaydate]

~~A Hand To Hold~~

Characters: Little! Rika, with Caregivers Ai, Momo and Neiru.

Summary: After being left at home again by her mother, Rika’s down in the dumps and ends up regressing. She calls her friends to take care of her.

Warning: Agere Fic, Parental Neglect, Mommy Issues, Descriptions of Self Harm marks, (please let a girl know if she missed anything)

Word Count: 7091

“Oh, by the way, I’m going out again tonight.” Chiaka called out dejectedly through the kitchen, tagging it on like it was unimportant. Maybe it should be, Rika thought, it was more common these days that her mom would spend more time out the house than in it. What was one more day to add to the list?

Rika had only just managed to get down the stairs, her slippers kicking up a storm of dust beneath her feet, and meander into their kitchen which had accumulated a grotesque amount of dishes stacked up one after the other, before her mother bluntly shattered any last semblance of sleep out of her. But Rika still felt tired. Or rather empty, unwilling to muster up any sort of feeling; she’d already spent so much of her life being angry at her mother, it was like she’d ran out of rage to give. Her mom always told her that growing old would make her crueler, fatter, uglier. Hollow. She thought she had at least a few more years left before she’d be left with emptiness.

“Oh,” Rika sounded out, “where are you going?” To which, Chiaka sighed, as if answering her own daughter was beneath her.

“You remember that guy who came round the house last week? My new boyfriend?” She said it as if should’ve been obvious from the start, maybe it should’ve been. Rika could hardly blame herself for that one though, Chiaka had a new boyfriend round the house a month ago, and then the month before that. It seemed like all she could do nowadays was bring in strangers to her home, to try and artificially create human interaction.

Since obviously, Rika wasn’t enough for that.

“Oh,” Rika sounded once more, her throat feeling unnaturally dry and hoarse. She mentally cursed herself for that, this had happened dozens of times before and she’d only gotten blubbery over it the first few instances. There wasn’t any need to start sobbing over the fact that her mother had her own life. One without her in it. She was just being dramatic, she told herself, she never needed her mom before and she didn’t need her now.

Definitely not.

“What should I do when your gone?” That was the polite, subtle way of asking her mom if she’d leave any food out for her, or even just some money to order something. It was a habit she’d grown into, directly asking her for anything would result in some comment over how spoiled Rika was getting, and that’s she’s a big girl now who didn’t need her mom to take care of her. Unfortunately, it seemed like Chiaka had grown out of entertaining her daughter’s even most meagre requests.

“Whatever you want, figure it out.” She shrugged, finding some mints in one of the kitchen drawers, snatching it and shoving it into her hand bag. Rika stood like a statue as the woman she lived with zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She stared, like a prisoner in her own body as Chiaka wandered about the house, grabbing the last few essentials (lip balm from her room, a perfume bottle left out in the living room) before loudly making her way to the front door, heels slamming into the carpet.

“Do I look good enough for my date, Rika?” Chiaka called out once more, turning with her back to the door to face her daughter. Like a robot, Rika activated and shifted her head to face Chiaka, barely even registering that she was there.

“Mhm, sure.” Rika nodded. Even if she wanted to insult Chiaka, she couldn’t. She put more effort into dressing up for men than she would for taking care of her own daughter. She hated it, despised her for it, but at least she looked good, Rika couldn’t fault her on that. Chiaka gave her a hum of acknowledgement and fiddled with the door handle, before swinging it open and hurrying herself outside. Automatically, Rika plodded over to the entrance and locked the door herself. She shivered, but couldn’t be bothered to go upstairs to get her dressing gown, choosing instead to grip her fingers against the hem of her wrinkled pyjama sleeve until her knuckles grew white.

Staring coldly, Rika’s eyes found themselves staring back at the kitchen. The sink was cluttered with dirty dishes, stained pots, used cutlery and plates that had been left to simmer for weeks. She knew she should start cleaning that soon, she wasn’t sure if she even had any other dishes left in the house at this point, but neither her body nor her brain were listening to reason by now. If her own mother wasn’t going to take care of her, why should she even bother taking care of herself?

Motivation became a foreign concept as Rika slugged over to the couch before plopping herself down onto the slightly sunk seats. They weren’t comfortable, but more so familiar, the dented fabric seemed to welcome her back in, like blankets shielding her body on a cold winter morning, deflecting her responsibilities away. Laying down on her side, Rika fumbled in her pocket for her phone, retrieving it. She winced at the brightness once in turned on and pulled it away from her face. Had her house always been this dark? As much as Rika planned, and wanted to doom scroll her night away, imagining the look on Chiaka’s face once she came back to a dirty home and a hungry daughter, a little notification at the top of her screen drew her in.

Hii!! How’s everyone doing?

A text message from Ai, to their friends group chat. Something throbbed inside Rika’s chest upon seeing her message, her username, her profile picture, smiling at her through the screen. The picture seemed to stare right through her soul, with Ai’s joyful eyes and wide smile reminding Rika of all that she did not have. Suddenly, she was so very aware of how lonely it was in her house, and how much she wanted Ai with her, and how much she missed being taken care of. Whatever dam that had been put up around her emotions broke so easily at just being asked how she was, she had to swallow back the dryness in her throat and the tingly stinging that came to her eyes.

Feeling more needy than ever, Rika quickly opened up the message, seeing that both Neiru and Momo had already responded. Another pang of neediness hit her, her mind started to feel much more blurry than before. Not necessarily fuzzy, more hazy, only half thinking through her actions, as if she had the self-restraint of a child.

Not good. Chiaka left again

Rika hastily typed out, raising her palm to her mouth as she gnawed it, suppressing a whine at the fact that her friends weren’t immediately responding to her because what could be more important than her? She wouldn’t have to wait too much longer for her friends to notice though, luckily as she felt she may just burst into tears if she didn’t get a response soon.

Oh no! Is everything okay over there :(? Momo hastily typed out, even though the answer was obvious. Ai took a more direct route, mostly because she didn’t trust Rika to be left on her own like this.

Do you want us to come over? She asked, to which Rika’s face practically lit up at the screen. She flung up the couch, resuming a normal seating position as she ferociously typed away at her phone, messily punching at the keyboard.

Yes pleaes, was all about she could manage. Relief filled her chest for just a few moments, but it quickly boiled over to impatience. She wanted her friends here now! Puffing her cheeks out with a pout, Rika brought her legs to her chest, with her arms wrapped around her knees, which her chin was resting on. Her eyes were glued to the phone screen, of which she was idly clinging to with her fingers, half expecting it to drop at any moment. Curling in on herself seemed to soothe something within her soul, relishing in the feeling of being tiny. Still, she shivered in freezing longing, only being able to think of her friends being with her and getting more desperate by the second. Rika constantly refreshed her messages, perking up and devouring her friend’s words whenever they popped up on her screen.

on my way, Ai had hurriedly typed out, to which Rika let out a small sound of relief, that was something of a mix between a whimper and a chirp.

I’ll be over soon, just getting together some stuff you might need :)! Momo’s message came through, to which Rika felt a little heat rise to her cheeks, shocked at how easily Momo slipped into caring for her. That message was shortly followed by Neiru’s, Rika was honestly a little surprised that she was coming over at all, she thought she’d be too busy to look after hang out with her. Her mom always was.

Same with me, we’ll be with you soon, Rika. Even though it was more of a factual statement, Rika took it as a comfortable assurance, satisfied and elated Like a dog, Rika’s eyes steered towards her front door, staring it down without daring to blink, waiting for the sweet sound of knocking to eventually come. Soon, she wouldn’t be alone.

••••••••

A series of hurried, disordered knocks battered against Rika’s door not even five minutes after she sent her last message, although to Rika, it had felt like five years. Stumbling to her feet, and nearly falling onto her coffee table in the process, Rika swiftly scampered over to the door, rash elation taking over her movements as she just began fumbling with the lock. Eventually, it clicked open and Rika swung over the door, squinting from the brightness of the Sun, before quickly refocusing on what she was here for.

Hunched over, Ai stood in Rika’s doorway, one hand resting against her wall as she took in heaps and heaps of deep breaths. Her clothes were messy, more accurately, her whole person was cluttered. Her mustard yellow raincoat seem ill fitted, dangling from her figure and covering her shorts. Strands of hair clung to the sides of her velvety face, no doubt she just slipped on her shoes and ran out of her house as soon as she got Rika’s message. But, that was neither of the girls’ biggest concern. Rika let out a gleeful squeal, mouth stretching open into a smile that showed off all her teeth. She lunged forward to Ai and wrapped her arms around her greedily, trying to keep her all to herself, trying to keep her from leaving. Ai accepted this as Rika’s face fell to her chest, planting her heels firmly against the ground to stop herself from tumbling over. Tenderly, Ai coiled her arm around Rika’s back, brushing her hand up against her side, as if to check that she was real.

“Aww,” Ai let out, adoring just how fast Rika’s mood had apparently changed just upon seeing her, but also worried her slightly. What would poor Rika do if she wasn't there for her? She shook the thought away, she couldn't afford to being fretting over possibilities when there was a very real, and very demanding, problem bundled up in her arms. "What's gotten you all excited, hm?" Ai asked, mainly to give Rika something to think about as she steadily maneuvered herself inside. Fumbling around for a light switch, Ai held back a wince at the sight of Rika's house. She couldn't judge, that would be rude, plus her own house wasn't any better at times. Mainly her own room though, it had never been this bad. Ai could practically feel her blood bubbling in her veins knowing that Chiaka was allowing her daughter to live like this.

"Mm.." Rika grumbled to herself as she tried to think of an answer, absentmindedly waddling along behind Ai, still half-clinging to her, not ready to let her go. "Wanted you here, wasn't that obvious?" Rika huffed, not willing to outwardly compliment Ai, it reminded her all too well of how her mother fished her for compliments, sucking away all the love Rika had for herself for her. Ai seemed to sense her discomfort, glancing back at the girl apprehensively. Sure, she knew that Rika regressed from time to time, and that was partly the reason she came rushing over here, but she still felt like she was in the trial and error era of learning how to take over. She still barely had a clue what made Rika took, or what could set off a land mine for her.

"You didn't like being alone, huh?" Ai asked, prompting Rika to shake her head and tighten her grip on Ai's shirt. Something like bile rose up in her throat, there was an unfamiliarity that came with her emotions being seen, like swimming in water that she couldn't see the bottom of. Ai smiled softly at her, gently taking a hold of her wrist and leading her down to sit on the couch to ground her. Automatically, her hand raised to Rika's cheek, to which she grew inhumanly still the closer Ai got to her. Ai made a point to compassionately rub her hand against Rika's cheek, to which she almost immediately softened at the loving motions.

"I understand that, baby, you did a great job with messaging us, you know, you're a real smart cookie." Ai praised her, and Rika softened up to her, leaning her face towards Ai’s hands, trying to soak up as much attention from her as she could. That’s all she really wanted, attention. To be cradled and loved and doted over, like when she was oh so small.

When everything used to be okay.

Rika and Ai would’ve been willing to stay in the moment forever were it not for the prominent knocking at the door, causing Rika to flinch and reel back, yanked out of her blissful trance. Ai’s lips soured at the movement, following Rika with her hand and lovingly patting the top of her head.

“It’s okay, cutie, I think those are our friends!” Ai announced, standing up from the couch and offering Rika a hand to hold. But Rika was too busy positively beaming from the nickname, a smile etching its way onto her face against her will as her hands bashfully clamped together, like a little angel.

Like Ai’s little angel. With another small noise of adoration, Ai delicately took one of Rika’s hands and helped her to her feet. Rika fidgeted as Ai walked her over to the door, half from nervousness and half from ecstasy. She shuffled herself behind Ai as she opened the door, head poking out from just behind her arm.

“Oh, Ai, you’re already here!” Momo exclaimed, a little surprised, but Neiru just stood beside her, as if she expected that. Her attention was more focused on Rika, who meagrely met her gaze, a little smile on her face, as if she was looking at a celebrity. Neiru smiled fully back at her, offering her a polite wave before shifting her gaze up to Ai.

“I take it that she’s little then?” Neiru asked, while Ai stepped aside to allow the two entry. Mono shuffled inside a little awkwardly, her hand firmly pressed on a gleaming pink handbag at her side, drawing Rika’s focus to it.

“Seems like it, she’s been as quiet as a mouse and well, you know, clingy.” Ai smiled lovingly as she rubbed Rika’s arms, gesturing vaguely to how closely Rika had been following her around, like a little lamb. Rika wasn’t paying much mind to the attention, finding the sparkly bag that Momo had much more interesting, but there was a little comfort in hearing her friends talk about her as if she wasn’t even there. It didn’t make her feel insignificant or worthless, more so valued. It helped knowing that they were thinking about her.

“Awh, hey there, cutie,” Momo took what Ai told her to heart, near immediately kneeling down a little to be at eye level with Rika, just making her feel all the smaller. “Do you think you could tell me how old you’re feeling, please? It would be a big help!” She gave Rika a warm, everything’s-going-to-be-okay smile that made her actually believe in the sentiment. Rika shuffled out a little from Ai, doing her best to answer Mono but when she opened her mouth to talk, it felt like her throat had been jammed. Momo noticed this and quickly interjected, not wanting Rika to have a melt down over something as small as this.

“Maybe you could show me with your hands,” she suggested, wiggling her own fingers towards Rika, who seemed to accept the suggestion. She thought for a few moments, before considerately holding up three fingers, beaming up at Momo. Automatically, Momo brought her hand over to Rika’s head and ruffled her hair like how one would pet a cat.

“Great job, baby, thank you so much!” Momo cooed, adoring her role as a caregiver for Rika. She seemed to always know just what buttons to press to appease Rika or get her to do as she was told. Seeing Momo’s proactive behaviour, Neiru glanced around in search for something to do, with their gaze swiftly settling on the disgustingly high pile of dishes in Rika’s sink. She strode over to them, rolling up her sleeves and filling the sink up with scolding water and stinging, floral scented soap before calling back over their shoulder to the group.

“Rika, when was the last time you ate something?” Given how unusable these plates were, she figured that Rika would’ve either been surviving off of snacks today, or was powering through with an empty stomach. The embarrassed expression on Rika’s face seemed to confirm the latter, although the souring of her lips and the aversion of her eyes more so came from a feeling that Neiru was judging her. Momo took notice and lowered her hand to rub Rika’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, princess, we’re here to make sure you’re being taken care of, even when you can’t do it yourself.” Momo assured her to which Ai chimed in, Rika’s attention being split between the both of them, like a puppy looking at its favourite toys.

“Yeah, we’re not gonna judge a kid, that’d make us losers!” Ai exclaimed, earning a little, high-pitched giggle from Rika, which struck both of her friends right in the heart. Momo’s arms felt like jelly but she still scooped up Rika with adoration, holding her against her strong figure while her bicep made an impromptu seat for her to lay on.

“You don’t think we’re losers, do you, sweetie?” Momo spoke to her obviously and exaggeratedly, allowing Rika’s smaller mind to follow along with her words. She eventually shook her head at the question, gravely serious, although her lips were still cracking up with a smile. Ai couldn’t hold herself away from the little darling for long, it clicked that she needed Rika as much as Rika needed them. Placing a loving hand on Rika’s back, Ai frowned pressed down comfortably further.

“Hey, Momo, doesn’t she feel a little cold to you?” Ai voiced and immediately Momo raised her free hand to Rika’s forehead, expression souring at the result, she was as cold as an unkept grave. Or maybe Momo was being over dramatic, but she was worried about her baby.

“This whole house is pretty cold, come to think of it…hey, angel, would you wanna go upstairs and let Ai help you get changed into something cosier?” Momo suggested to which Rika pouted, staring up at her with her slit like eyes and full cheeks, resembling an angry marshmallow. She’d forgotten how temperamental Rika could be when she was little. The moment she stopped enjoying something or had to something she didn’t want to, no matter how small, she would start acting like a total brat. That’s why Momo planned ahead this time and brought a bargaining chip to smooth things over.

“If you do, I’ll show you what I brought with me~!” Momo promised in a sing-songy voice, waving about the sparkly handbag she brought with her that had previously caught Rika’s attention. Her eyes seemed to shine and gleam at the sight of it, proving her attention span to be mind numbingly short, as she was now practically begging to go and get changed, though most of it was just blabbering. Momo chuckled and carefully offered up Rika to Ai, who barely managed to hold her, having to bundle up the girl in a bridal position just to manage, with Rika’s limbs idly draped around Ai’s body, clinging to her like a koala. Ai didn’t mind being put on baby duty regardless, Neiru was occupied with the dishes and Momo was likely going to be planning something for Rika downstairs. Either way, Ai couldn’t deny how much she wanted her own time with the absolute delight that was baby Rika.

Ai creeped up the stairs, each of her steps feeling a lot more weighty with Rika in her arms, head nestled into her shoulder. She came upon Rika’s room, ungracefully pushing her body against the door in an effort to force it open, which was successful. Rika’s gaze lingered up at the familiar sight and smell of her room, allowing herself a cautionary glance about at the discarded bed sheets, random assortment of clothes on the floor and piles of papers containing God knows what stacked up on her desk. She swallows nervously, it was one thing for Ai to see her when she was little but to see this part of her, the bigger side who was supposed to be confident and cool and far above just keeping her room tidy, revealed to be more slobbish, sloth-like and unorganised than she ever let on was embarrassing to say the least. She hid her face in Ai’s shoulder, like a shy kitten, which Ai took as a silent plead for reassurance, which it sort of was.

“Don’t worry about all this, cutie, my room looks like a trash heap anyway!” She joked, earning a giggle from Rika, which sounding like the most precious noise she’d ever heard. Considerately, she lowered Rika down onto the side of her bed, smoothing out her blanket beforehand to make it cosier. “Now, let’s see what we have to work with in here,” Ai said as she turned her back to search through Rika’s wardrobe, continuing to think out loud just to keep Rika’s attention, and to ensure that she didn’t think she was trying to ignore her. Ai’s hands brushed up against dresses and designer jackets that were worth more than anything in her own home, but immediately looked past it, discovering a ludicrously soft pink T-shirt, a pair of white cotton leggings and some fuzzy, light violet socks. She grinned and covered the clothes in her arms before plopping then down next to Rika, who squeaked in approval at that, positively beaming.

“Alright, would you want some help getting changed or would you be fine on your own, sweetie?” Ai asked her. Rika appreciated that she said “want” and not “need”. Truthfully, she probably could manage it herself but it had been an eternity since she’d been taken care of so intricately like this that she promptly nodded with a little grin. Ai returned it with a bigger one. Wanting to help out a bit, Rika preemptively raised her arms up in the air and Ai followed her movements rhythmically, slipping her shirt off over her head before ruffling her hair fondly.

“Good girl,” she praised her casually and Rika couldn’t hide the biggest, fattest smile that came onto her face because of it. Though, Ai was caught a little off guard by Rika’s scars, having nearly forgotten about them, getting so wrapped up in their perfect little day that those faded markings had slipped her mind. She pressed on though, electing to wordlessly ignore them, which Rika seemed to accept. It wasn’t something a three year old Rika had to be dealing with after all.

It wasn’t something a fourteen year old Rika should be dealing with.

Ai then fitted the pink T-shirt onto Rika, who then obligingly wriggled out of her trousers, which were then replaced with the nestling, fluffy warm of her cotton leggings. Finishing off the outfit by replacing her slippers for socks, Ai cooed at her work, cradling Rika up in her arms and spinning her about.

“Ooo, you look so adorable!” Ai doted over here as the two of them fell into a pit of light giggling, feeling weightless as they moulded against each other. Rika was already back to clinging onto Ai, as if she was a battery of happiness for her to tap into, her gleaming red face poking out from behind her shoulder. Attentively, Ai gripped onto Rika with one arm, keeping a compact hold on her, before bunching up her old clothes in one hand. She deposited them in the laundry basket before making her way back downstairs to check on Neiru and Momo.

Dutifully, Neiru had washed, rinsed and put away most of the dishes, and given the kitchen sides a quick wipe down, giving the place a pleasant, floral scent. Rika felt like a load had been removed from her upon seeing her kitchen freshened up, and tried to thank Neiru accordingly, but all that she managed were a few excitable babbles. Neiru nodded as if she understood, face indifferent, but softened. Momo strolled up to Rika, tapping her fingers along her back to make her aware of her presence, but all that achieved was getting Rika all giggly.

“Hey baby, you feeling a little warmer now?” Momo asked, Rika nodded her head profusely. “That’s great, now do you wanna see what I brought here for you?” Momo asked, feeling thrilled herself as she held up that sparkly pink bag, Rika’s eyes perking up at the sight of it, like how a cat’s would at the sight of a bird. Almost instantaneously, Rika was wriggling about in Ai’s arms, fussily reaching over towards Momo and vocalising incoherently, excitedly. Ai and Momo chuckled at the display a little, as Ai released Rika from her hold, watching as the girl bounded a few steps forward over to Momo, bouncing on her heels impatiently as Momo undid the zipper.

“The three of us were talking and we thought that a few items would be able to help you out a ton while you’re little! It’s okay if you’re not a fan of some of them though.” Momo assured, in all honesty she was a little worried that Rika would find her gifts underwhelming, she didn’t wanna disappoint her little angel. That fear melted away quickly at Rika’s reaction to the first item, a pastel pink sippy cup, which had already been decorated profusely with stickers of cartoon stylised cats and a few Sanrio characters, which Rika always adored but it evolved into an obsession when she was little.

“Eeee!!” She squealed, practically snapping the cup from Momo’s hand, twisting it about and scrutinising it from every possible angle, her smile seeming to deepen and intensity. Bouncing up and down on the spot, Rika’s looked wildly between all three of her caregivers, fuzzy appreciation warming her body. “Thank you!!” Rika exclaimed appreciatively, Momo’s heart could’ve melted right there at just those words, but she did her best to appear casually delighted, not wanting to get too emotional on a small Rika. Honestly, she could burst into tears anytime she saw her snicker, or cling onto someone, or curl up to make herself just that much smaller.

“Don’t thank us yet, angel, you still have some more surprises in here!” Momo announced, rooting her hand through the bag before pulling out an item much smaller, but Rika’s eyes were going starry at the sight of it, like how a fan would stare at their idol. It was a pacifier, in a similar bold pink colour, with the front decorated in midnight black stars. There were two words printed into the sides of it, reading “Little Angel”. Rika’s mouth hung open like a broken drawer, spluttering thankfully at the item.

“Now, we do need to sterilise it before actually using it, b-,” before Momo could even finish whatever logical warning she was blabbering on about, Rika had left her sippy cup on the side, scooped up the paci and stuffed it into her mouth with a little giggle. Ai snickered behind too, mainly at just how cute Rika looked with her new gear. Momo sighed adoringly, but couldn’t actually find it in herself to be cross with Rika.

How could she be angry with someone so precious?

“That’s-probably fine,” Momo decided, trying not to worry over Rika too much and instead holding open the bag wide and offering it over to her. “There’s one last gift in there for you, why don’t you go ahead and see what it is?”

Rika took Momo up on that offer, shoving her hand in the bag and messily rooting about until her hand bumped into something squishy, fluffy but more so furry. She tilted her head, grasping the mysterious object and lifting it free from its container, only to shriek rhapsodically at the sight. It was a plushie, a tortoise plushie to be specific, primarily white in colour but white pink highlights around the shell and it’s stubby little limbs. It’s face was squished and spherical, it’s whole body was rather clumped up in fact and Rika loved it to death. She pulled it close to her chest and squeezed it so hard it might pop, it’s head awkwardly jutting upwards towards her, staring with an embroidered smiley face.

“I love her, I wuv her, fank yu so much!!” Rika babbled out, voice slightly muffled from behind her paci. Momo was delighted to see Rika so elated, so full of life as she experimentally squeezed and shook the tortoise plush about in her arms, treating it with the same love that her caregivers gave to her.

“I’m glad you like her, sweetie, any ideas on what you wanna name her?” Momo asked, causing Rika to pause thoughtfully, her eyes squinting as she scrutinised her new friend, trying to think of something that fit her before a name popped into her mind.

“Towi!” She exclaimed, though the others were sure she meant Tori, it didn’t change just how adorable that was.

“Nice to meet you, Tori, you have an amazing name!” Ai praised, coming up from behind Rika and shaking one of Tori’s chubby hands. Rika was positively beaming from behind her pacifier, hugging Tori tightly, shrinking her body around her stuffy. She would’ve stood there forever, just cradling Tori if it weren’t for Ai intervening. “Alright, sweetie, why don’t we go have a seat in the living room and get to know Tori better, mkay?” She offered, primarily because she wanted Rika to be able to get some rest in and not become too hyper after all her gifts. Rika nodded hurriedly and ran over to the couch, burning away some of her energy as she threw herself against the cushions, with Ai following behind not long after.

Momo watched with a pleased expression as the two of them scurried off, looking back over to Neiru who was standing straight in the corner of the kitchen, brandishing a knife as they began cutting away a vibrantly red apple into more sizeable slices. Momo sauntered over and leaned over her shoulder.

“Making Rika a snack?” She asked, judging her assumption from the fact that she was using a pink, plastic plate, one meant for children.

“Yes,” she nodded, her precise cuts growing a little slower, a little more apprehensive, as something gnawed at the back of her mind. “I’m not as suitable as appealing to her little side as you and I are, but I still want to help her out however I can.” They explained, arranging the now cut apple slices into the corner of the plate, which had a cheese sandwich taking up the majority of it.

“You’re doing great, it’s amazing that you’re still helping out like this, you know. Just try not to worry too much about how to talk to Rika while she’s little, she’s still our friend and she’ll love us either way.” Momo reassured her, something she clearly had a talent for doing. Neiru returned her smile finally, before filling up Rika’s sippy cup with some apple juice and fastening the lid on tight enough to ensure she didn’t spill it all over her.

“Thank you, Momo, I might go over and give this to her myself.” They announced, though it was more like a question, unsure whether it was the right move. Momo confirmed it for them with a gentle nod, filling Neiru with enough confidence to finally speak to the baby.

“This may help though,” Momo added, placing a packet of Oreo’s onto the plate, which was againat Neiru’s judgement, the last thing they needed was a kid with a sugar rush. They were convinced by Momo’s slightly smug, self-assured expression however. “She’s got a sweet tooth.”

Rika and Ai sat huddled up close to each other on the couch, Rika with her legs crossed to keep herself from fidgeting and kicking all about. Neiru couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing with Tori as she approached, her best guess being that Rika was puppeteering her arms to make her dance. She attempted to stride with the same parental confidence she saw from Ai and Momo, the kind that would assure Rika that she one hundred present knew what she was doing, yet was also compassionate and sweet. She meandered in front of Rika, a little unsure of how to get her attention, but luckily Ai helped her out, staring up at her causing Rika’s gaze to promptly follow.

“Hey there, cherub, I’m not sure if you’re hungry but Momo and I thought you might appreciate a little snack.” Neiru spoke the line as composed and naturally as she could, trying to make it sound as if she hadn’t been rehearsing it all the way over here. She left the plate next to Rika and put her sippy cup on the couch, though her attention was entirely fixed on Rika. More so, why she seemed to have grown at Neiru’s words, her eyes growing more vulnerable, squinted, glassy and then finally teary. Rika curled in on herself, pulling her knees close to her chest and covering her mouth with Tori’s safe, matted fur, sniffling into her forehead. Alarm bells ringed in all of their minds, even Momo who rushed over, having some kind of maternal instinct to simply know whenever Rika was in distress.

“Oh no, I-,” Neiru kneeled down to be at Rika’s eye level, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. No one wants to be the person who makes a kid cry. “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to, baby.” They immediately slipped into damage control, but that only prompted a tiny sob to escape Rika’s threat, a heartbreaking little sound, like the whimper of a dog after you accidentally step on its paw. Ai wrapped her arms around Rika’s side, embracing her softly while Momo hovered at a distance, visible but not wanting to crowd Rika.

“Rika, darling,” Ai began, her voice delicate and minute, “could you tell us what’s wrong, please?” She asked, all while feeling Rika’s little shakes and shivers as she sobbed into her pacifier. Neiru rolled up her sleeve to cover her palm, lightly dotting and tapping at the few tears that fell from Rika’s frightened eyes, unsure of how to explain what was upsetting her when it was so stupid.

She didn’t need it.

She didn’t need her.

It would be ungrateful to her friends, who had done so much to take care of her already to want her here, but she couldn’t help it. She was just a little girl.

And she wanted her mom.

“I-I don’ get it..” Rika began, her words slow, clearly taking a lot of effort to actually get out, but they didn’t seem to mind. None of them interrupted, each waiting patiently for her to finish her words.

“My mom’s mean’ to take c-care of me, b-buh you a-all are doin’ that…why do-doesn’t she wan’ me whe-when you three do?!” Rika finally blurted out, devolving into shaky sobs once the words passed through her throat like a painful kidney stone. Ai immediately enveloped her in a full hug, which Neiru repeated but on Rika’s left side. The two of them clung to her body as it rocked and bucked in their arms, shaking with despair. Neither of them knew exactly what to say, afraid to even try speaking, though fortunately, Momo kneeled down in front of Rika, catching her attention like a bright light. She cupped the side of Rika’s face, helping to steady herself, her strained breathing steadily becoming calmer, settled.

“Rika, I know what it likes to feel…unwanted.” She decided on that word, because it’s exactly what they were. “It sucks, it’s embarrassing, and hurtful, and depressing, I understand that, baby, and it’s okay to feel like that. I’m sorry about how your mom behaves, you deserve so, so much better, you deserve someone whose willing to care for you, not say they care about you. You deserve someone who wants to carry you around and make you feel less alone, you deserve someone who wants to make you snacks and clean your house to make sure you’re living safely, you deserve someone who wants to buy your gifts to show just how much they love you. And I’m sorry that person isn’t your mom, you’re allowed to feel however you want about her but just remember, we’ll be here with you always, even when she’s not.”

By the time Momo had finished speaking, her voice was also cracking up, growing dry and hoarse. Ai extended her right arm out to her and Momo nestled herself into the cuddle like they had formed on her lap. Rika was full on sobbing now, but it wasn’t bad crying, she just didn’t know what to do with all her big feelings. She teethed on the pacifier, gripped onto Tori as if she’d never let go again and accepted the embraces from her caregivers, as tears coursed down her cheeks.

“I-I love you all,” Rika choked out now, knowing she likely wouldn’t say it when she was big again. Her hand clung onto the sleeve of Momo’s shirt, like a cat pawing for attention. Momo looked over to her and she swallowed her sobs, she needed to say this. “Fank you, m-mama,” the word came out unnatural, clearly something she hadn’t said in a long time, maybe ever. But now was the right time because she had finally found someone to call it. Momo felt as if her heart might break for the third time this evening, leaned in closer and pressed a loving kiss to Rika’s forehead, a smile appearing on her face that she just couldn’t seem to wipe away.

“Oh, baby,” Momo cooed, wiping her eyes, but couldn’t find the right words to say to her right now. Luckily, Ai took over, squeezing Rika’s hands.

“We all love you too, cutie, Momo meant what she said, we’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

That finally seemed to pacify things, Rika’s body had long stopped shaking and her body was only broken up by the occasional sniffle. Neiru reached over and grabbed Rika’s sippy cup, popping her pacifier out of her mouth before offering the drink to her, knowing she’d need to get her fluids up after a cry like that. Rika accepted it, her eyes going wide once the flavour of apple juice hit her tongue, beginning to suck at the bottle greedily. The three of them burst into laughter at her antics, needing a sweet release after the tense, discouraging emotional breakdown prior. Once half the bottle had been emptied, Neiru took it away, and immediately calmed Rika’s fussing by offering her back up her pacifier. Rika accepted it with a blink, one that was hazy and drawn out, then followed by another and another. She’d grown still since her crying session, breathing pronounced and systematic, it was clear that she’d been thoroughly tuckered out.

“Okay then,” Ai began, Momo hopped off her lap and she rose from her seat on the couch, offering up her hand to Rika. “I think it’s time you had a nap, okay, cutie?” Rika nodded gratefully, weakly reaching up to take Ai’s hand, supported by Neiru. Ai decided to carry her up to bed, slipping her arms beneath her thighs and around her back before hoisting her up. Rika was like deadweight in her arms at this point, inanimate, bobbing up and down with each step Ai took. She began her way up the stairs, Momo and Neiru in tow. She returned to Rika’s room, who was too exhausted to feel humiliated over the absolute state it was in. Neiru immediately went to sort out the bed however, pulling the sheets back onto its properly, tucking them in at the corners, smoothing out the pillows, until it all seemed snug and well prepared. Ai tucked Rika into the cloudy cotton sheets of her bed, with Tori following of course. Stirring slightly, Rika shifted to face Ai, barely able to fight against exhaustion to open her otherwise serene eyes.

“Fanks mo-mommy..wuv yu,” her voice was barely audible, like listening to a mouse, but Ai understood every word. She would never understand how Chiaka wasn’t able to care for such a sweet, perfect girl like Rika, even though she never thought she’d describe Rika like that. She would kill for Rika, die for Rika, walk backwards into a snake pit with her eyes closed for Rika, and Chiaka couldn’t even manage getting her food.

Who cares, she didn’t matter anymore, she never did. All that mattered was that she had her baby now and she was going to make sure she was treated with the love and care she needed, always.

“I love you too, cutie, sleep well.”

[moonshineplaydate]

Woo, hi sorry for not posting in a while, I do hope to write some actual fics soon but the ideas aren’t flowing, so I may end up opening requests, it anyway here are some more headcanons I hope y’all like them!! These girls need some serious comfort because oh my lord was this show a hard watch. Also shhhh, they’re all alive and happy in this.

Madoka Magica Age Regression Headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of witches, shouting, food, mentions of involuntary regression.

Madoka

•Honestly I could see her as going either as a regressor or a caregiver.

•More of a babysitter than a caregiver but still very attentive to littles.

•Calls littles things like, ‘Sweetie’, ‘Sugar’, or ‘Baby’ depending how young they’re feeling.

•Loves baking treats for littles, and lets them help with the smaller, safer tasks. And yes she does let littles eat any extra batter.

•She can’t really carry littles all that well, but she’s more than happy to let them hold her hand if they want. Cuddles, hugs and other physical affection are also more than welcome!

•She is not good at imposing rules on littles, except for when it comes to their safety. More than usual, she’ll let littles stay up later than they’re supposed to or eat extra sweets as long as they promise to behave.

•Madoka also isn’t that good with punishing littles, mainly because she literally just cannot get angry or frustrated or impatient with them. She stays patient and tries to ask her little what’s wrong and if that doesn’t work, she has to call in Mami for support.

•She takes care of everyone in the Holy Quintet, but Homeru and Sayaka are her favourites.

•Madoka is a lot more casual about her regression. If your friends with her, she’ll probably admit it to you.

•She doesn’t slip too young, she mainly slips to 5 and above but sometimes goes a bit smaller if she’s upset and needs some extra attention.

•Her little gear included a pink pace, a few pairs of PJ’s, a sippy cup and plushies. Loads and loads of plushies, each of them are named of course. Little Madoka can’t sleep without at least one plush with her.

•Her playtime is usually just roleplaying as the plushies with her friends.

•Little Madoka is just a total sweetheart, she doesn’t really get fussy and loves any attention she can get, but that does mean she can get a little clingy.

•Her caregivers don’t mind though, she’s mainly cared for by Homeru but also Sayaka and Mami.

•Absolutely loved cuddles and head pats.

•Whenever she goes to bed, her caregiver has to kiss her forehead and also every single one of her plushies so that they have enough attention too.

•This is more general for every little on this list, but shouting is strictly off limits, they’re sensitive to it.

•She loves sweets when she’s little, but especially hot chocolate with marshmallows, it’s her favourite.

Sayaka

•Like Madoka, I can see her going either way!

•Like every single magical girl in the show, they desperately deserve a way to de-stress, but I also think she’d make a pretty good caregiver.

•When she’s a caregiver, Sayaka is a lot more stubborn with rules than Madoka since she knows it’s for the best. If her little breaks a rule, she normally just gives them a metaphorical slap on the wrist but if it keeps going, they’re put in timeout.

•She has a whole playlist of relaxing music if she wants to help her little calm down or go to sleep.

•Sayaka uses her powers to heal any ouchies her little may get, and also just to entertain them.

•Like Madoka, Sayaka’s physically affectionate if her little doesn’t mind, she loves carrying around littles.

•Sayaka frets over her littles a lot so she likes to check in on them when they’re sleeping to make sure they’re safe.

•Calls little things like, ‘Cutie’, ‘Sweetie’, or ‘Darling’.

•Her main little is Kyoko, but she also takes care of Madoka!

•Sayaka’s age ranges a lot when she’s little depending on her mood. If she just wants to be taken care of, she’ll slip to around three but if she just wants to be a kid, she’ll probably slip to seven, like Madoka.

•The two even have play dates if they slip at the same time.

•Due to that though, her little gear varies a lot. She has plenty of sippy cups, but also bottles. Her outfits always consist of skirts, she loves them when she’s small! Sayaka also has pacis and blankets, but doesn’t have many toys other than a few dolls.

•Just like when she’s big, she can be very stubborn when she’s little, so her caregivers usually have to negotiate or persuade her to go to sleep, eat something, etc.

•Physical touch for her is really dependant on if she’s in the mood. Sometimes she can’t get enough hugs and other times, she’ll throw a tantrum if she’s touched. She always loves praise and nicknames though.

•Even when she’s small, Sayaka can talk like a big girl.

•Her favourites to be called are ‘Angel’ (from Mami) and ‘Darling’ (Kyoko)

•Can be very fussy about bed times but she is out like a light the moment her head touches a pillow.

•She really loves listening to music when she’s little, to the point that headphones are part of her little gear. It also means that she loves lullabies, singing them or receiving them!

•Normally taken care of by Mami, Madoka and Kyoko!

Mami

•Mami is 100% a caregiver, she really enjoys taking care of littles!

•Calls little things like, ‘Angel’, ‘Cherub’, and ‘Baby’.

•Whatever a little needs, she will do it! Want to play dress up? She has more than enough outfits. Need to sit around and have some quiet time? She’ll have noise cancelling headphones. Want some snacks but don’t have any? She’ll happily make you something!

•Bakes treats ahead of time for her littles with Madoka.

•Mami loves brushing her littles hair and it’s always so gentle and calming. It’s also a way she gets her littles to relax and regress, just gently brushing their hair and asking them questions about their day.

•Normally carries around an extra little bag with her in case one of her friends regresses.

•Mami always speak to littles so softly and gives them all of her attention.

•She’s constantly complimenting her littles about how adorable and perfect they are!

•Tells her littles stories about her witch hunts, though they are very watered down to be child friendly.

•Has tea parties with her littles, where she gives them a ton of sweets, juice, tea, milk, hot chocolate, whatever they want really!

•If a little can only talk by babbling nonsense, Mami will nod along and respond like she understands what they’re saying.

•Mami takes care of everyone else in the Holy Quintet: Madoka, Sayaka, Homeru and Kyoko.

Homura

•Somebody give her a break, man-

•Homura is a flip!

•When she’s a caregiver, she’s not very good at showing affection, unless it’s with Madoka. It comes a little easier to her to praise and compliment the girl than it does with other littles.

•That doesn’t mean she doesn’t try though. Even though she primarily looks after Madoka, she still gets gift for small Kyoko.

•Homura is surprisingly well with kids! She didn’t socialise much in her teen years so she gets along with them much better!

•Homura calls her littles, ‘Precious’ or ‘Sunshine’, but she has to remind herself to use nicknames a lot, she usually just calls them by their real name.

•She’s a great person to play with, she’ll go along with basically anything her little wants.

•As long as it’s safe, she’s always watching her little to make sure they don’t get hurt.

•Homura puts everything she has into taking care of her littles, and is really good at figuring out their needs.

•Very protective of her littles, it’s her main way of showing affection.

•When Homura is little, she’s pretty much entirely non-verbal. It’s part of the reason she’s so good at understanding other littles when they’re non verbal!

•She mainly communicated through little squeaks or hums, or just by making grabby motions with her hands.

•She doesn’t have specific age ranges, she just describes herself as, ‘Baby’, or ‘Big Girl’.

•That’s if you can get her to describe herself at all, Homura is pretty closed off about her regression. It’s usually involuntary since she bottles it up until she mentally can’t handle it anymore and needs some small time.

•Luckily, Madoka and Mami are more than happy to provide the girl with that comfort!

•She really only even opened up to Madoka, nervously explaining how her regression worked and Madoka was more than supportive, even buying the girl her little gear!

•That gear includes a black paci, a bottle for when she’s small and a sippy cup with cute cats on it for when she’s a big girl! She also has a sketch pad to doodle in when she’s small, as well a black cat plushie she named Smoke.

•Homura does regress more often now with Madoka, with Mami taking care of her when Madoka is unavailable. She still loves being taken cared of by Mami though, mainly because she loves the attention!

•Speaking of, physical affection! She likes giving it out when she’s a caregiver because it lets her little know she cares but she loves receiving it even more! Cuddling is by far her favourite, and she loves snuggling with Smoke!

•Her favourite nicknames to be called are ‘Sweetie’ and ‘Baby’, both coming from Madoka.

•Homura uses her sketch book to draw out how she feels a lot of the time.

•Loves having her hair played with whenever she’s small, especially by Mami.

Kyoko

•My poor baby, she deserves the world.

•Kyoko is a flip but definitely more of a regressor than a caregiver!

•I see her regressing towards the age of 3, but she’ll go younger if she’s sleepy.

•Kyoko can be a grouchy little when she’s regressed, stubborn and loud. But that doesn’t stop Sayaka from being the best caregiver to her ever!

•She loves physical affection when she’s little, cuddling the most but being held is nice.

•Her favourite nicknames to be called are, ‘Cutie’ and ‘Darling’ from Sayaka, even if little Kyoko will claim that she is definitely not cute!

•She is lying, she’s adorable.

•Kyoko’s little gear includes a red paci, a bottle and a cheetah onesie she likes to wear, which Sayaka thinks is adorable. She normally isn’t up for play time but when she is, Sayaka doesn’t mind her borrowing her toys as long as she asks nicely.

•That can be a challenge for little Kyoko but her manners have gotten a lot better with Sayaka taking care of her!

•Kyoko has a lot of trouble talking when she’s small, either her words coming out as babbling or she can only get out a few words really quietly.

•Like Sayaka, she can be fussy about rules but given that Sayaka is also very stubborn, Kyoko normally ends up backing down and listening to her.

•Sayaka always make sure Kyoko knows she’s very appreciative of her when she does that.

•Kyoko cannot get enough food when she’s little, she’s constantly wanting more! It’s part of the reason why she loves hanging out with Madoka and Mami when she’s small, she loves the tea parties and the snacks! Sayaka still cooks for her and even buys her treats when she’s good.

•When she’s regressing to go to sleep though, Kyoko is pretty much a little angel. No fussing, no tantrums, just a tired girl needing to go to sleep, which her caregiver is more than happy to help her out with.

•When she’s feeling bigger though, bed time can be much harder for Kyoko so Sayaka just makes sure she’s tuckered out before then.

•Kyoko is a pretty decent caregiver! Like Homura, she’s not that good with showing affection, her compliments usually come off as more awkward but she does really mean it!

•Calls her littles things like ‘Rascal’, ‘Kiddo’ and calls Sayaka ‘Darling’ when she’s small.

•Her main way of showing affection to littles is by giving them food, but other than that, she also tells them stories (which Mami usually has to make sure are age appropriate), and she usually holds her little’s hand!

•Kyoko is surprisingly gentle with her little, mainly because she’s cautious she might accidentally hurt them.

•Sayaka is definitely her favourite person to take care of, she doesn’t mind how fussy or stubborn she gets, she can handle her tantrums quite well by giving her some time to get the emotions all out of her system. Afterwards, she’ll take Sayaka to somewhere quiet and put on sound music for her, and then ask if she wants to talk about her feelings.

•They’re so sweet I’m gonna get diabetes.

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Hiya against starlights! I’m taking a quick break from Hazbin content because I have been dying to pump out some Murder Drones Agere content, because it is very underrated and there is a new episode coming out which I am very, very excited for! Here’s some long overdue headcanons!

Ps, sorry for my absence, exams suck.

Tw: Mentioned knives, not proofread (very sleepy).

Uzi Doorman

•Uzi is a switch, that flips between an involuntary regressor and babysitter!

•Her age range can be anywhere from 2-6 depending on why she’s regressing, she’s normally younger if she’s scared or upset.

•Uzi wasn’t much of a fan of her regression, it totally ruined her dark and edgy aesthetic if she was acting like a little kid!

•Though, after meeting N and seeing him regress, she began to soften up juuuuust a little bit. She ended up slipping after the whole Promening ordeal and pretty much clung to N. She didn’t want to lose him again.

•And afterwards, she felt a lot better now that someone had taken care of her! N pretty much became Uzi’s full time caregiver after that, always trying to be there for the little one!

•Since she had a caregiver, she was actually about to regress more and slowly came to terms that it was a part of her.

•Uzi is scared of the dark when she’s little, part of her little gear is a night light that makes it look like they’re stars on her bedroom ceiling. She says it’s her ‘favouritest thing ever!’

•Speaking of her little gear, she has a purple paci along with some cozy black PJ’s to wear!

•She’s partially touch averse, things like hugs or kisses are a big no no, but being picked up, head pats, hand holding are all things she loved when she’s small.

•Uzi can be pretty quiet when she’s little, when she’s with someone she doesn’t know/like/doesn’t know about her regression, she just doesn’t talk at all. She’s really only verbal with N and V.

•She sees V like a big sister when she’s little, and V doesn’t have the heart to be mean to what’s basically a kid and plays along with her.

•Uzi likes nicknames when she’s little, even if she doesn’t show it her whole face lights up whenever she gets one!

•Her favourites are, ‘Baby Bat’, ‘Little Rascal’, and ‘Honey’.

•Uzi can get fussy when she’s little, not for any particular reason, she just doesn’t like listening to people all the time.

•N has to be patient with her to avoid tantrums.

•Uzi actually really loves bed time, she finds it peaceful, when she’s either a little or a caregiver!

•Uzi makes a pretty decent caregiver, usually to N.

•Has the vibes of a very chill babysitter, who says they hate kids but really doesn’t.

•N really cried once when he was little because he heard her say that, and she had to spent an hour comforting him and telling him she didn’t mean it.

•Can be a very relaxed babysitter, but whatever she says goes and she will not back down on that.

•Acts a bit softer with the littles just so she doesn’t upset them, is still pretty edgy though.

•Uzi sometimes makes little robots or machines to keep littles entertained when she can’t watch them fully! No rail guns though.

•She talks to littles like normal, and not like their a child. But she still uses nicknames for them and can be affectionate.

•Lowers herself down so she can look her littles in the eye when she’s talking to them.

•All in all, pretty fun and chill to be around when your little, especially if you wanna get away with things!

Serial Designation N

•Oh, the sweet baby boy. Literally.

•N is definitely a flip, though I see him forced into being a caregiver role more often than not. Not maliciously or anything, he just gets caught up with looking after Uzi and very rarely V. (Never J though, she still doesn’t like him, even if little).

•N is a pretty versatile caregiver. He’s able to lower himself down, so to speak, to his little’s personality/how they’re feeling. If he’s got a quieter little, he’ll also be quieter. If he has one that’s more excitable, he’ll be pretty happy and bubbly with him! If he has one that’s violent, well, that’s something he has to sort out.

•N first learned about regression through some books in the mansion, but didn’t think robots could do it until he saw V regressed once. Since then, he just took up the roll of being a caregiver.

•And he was (and still is) amazing at it! He keeps a bag with some emergency little gear (things like pacis or toys) in case anyone needs them, he never leaves the littles unsupervised, is great at calming them down or getting them to bed.

•Even though N is great is interacting with littles, he’s not the best when he’s the little.

•N’s age range can be from 7 to younger than that, again, depending on his mood, usually how stressed he is though.

•N first started regressing after everything that went down with Cyn, and didn’t really do well at hiding it on a small spaceship from V and J.

•J was still disinterested in the whole thing and basically pawned him off to V to take care of him, who did a decent job. She wasn’t that emotionally intelligent and usually just bribed him with toys, and rarely cuddles, to get him to stop crying.

•It probably took N a while to explore his little side, mainly because he didn’t have many opportunities to regress. Or rather he did, he just didn’t want to bother anyone.

•But oh my stars once he was more open, he became a total sweetie!

•N is definitely a very giggly little, everything is funny to him when he’s in his little space!

•He can be a little shy and usually keeps his hands over his mouth or his arms at his sides, he sometimes has trouble speaking but it depends on how he’s feeling. He can get pretty loud if he’s excited!

•N loves being picked up, but it’s a little difficult due to his size so it’s usually V who has to do it, or he’ll have to settle for sitting in someone’s lap (which he also loves)

•N’s little gear consists of a blue paci, some nice, comfy PJs, a couple sensory toys that he can fiddle with, with his hands and a golden retriever teddy that he called Vun!

•He LOVES Vun, little or big though he’s a lot more clingy to it when he’s little and practically needs to sleep, or power down with it.

•N has a hard time speaking if he’s feeling really small and has to rely on gestures, like holding up his arms if he wants to be carried, pointing to things he wants, etc.

•N really loves nicknames when he’s little, his favourites are ‘Special little guy’, ‘Sweetie’, ‘Darling’, and ‘Baby boy’!

•He calls his caregivers a variety of things, V is usually just V since it’s easy for him to say, Uzi is usually too hard for him to pronounce and he just babbles whenever he tries to say her name! Tessa is also one of his caregivers but they don’t get much time together.

•Had a really bad habit of thumb sucking before he got his paci.

•Not good with asking for things when he’s little so his caregivers have to make sure that N is doing what he wants to do and not just whatever’s easiest for everyone else.

•All in all, just a total sweetie, big or small!

Serial Designation V

•V is a flip (I’m saying that a lot, I can’t help it, these fit being a flip so well, I can’t imagine them not taking care of at least one of the others) whose regression is a lot more rare than N’s or even Uzi’s.

•I think she’d be more of a sleep regressor or even a trauma regressor, whichever it is though her regression is definitely involuntary.

•She wouldn’t want to be vulnerable like that in front of someone, so would try and hide to be alone while regressed.

•V generally regresses to around four, so she thinks she’s big enough to be on her own.

•She really likes small spaces when she’s small, like in a closet or underneath a bed, it feels secure.

•That’s also the reason part of her little gear is a weighted blanket, however those work for robots, she loves hiding underneath one! It’s best for her caregiver to leave her alone if she’s like that and not let know that they’re watching her, otherwise she’ll get grumpy someone’s interrupting her independent blanket time.

•Speaking of, her main caregiver is N and very rarely Uzi if N isn’t around or if Uzi doesn’t want to leave N while he’s taking care of V. V doesn’t outwardly dislike Uzi while she’s little, she could even be a little scared of her but N assured her that she’s safe there.

•She’s absolutely terrified of the Solver when she’s little, which isn’t much of a problem since it’s not like it’s just going to show up but she gets nightmares sometimes which really, really upset her.

•It’s one of the reasons she refuses to sleep alone while later, she’ll normally curl up next to someone since she doesn’t want outright cuddle with her caregiver but once she falls asleep, she usually clings to their arm.

•Other than her weighted blanket, V doesn’t have much little gear, she doesn’t really like using pacis but she has a ton of different PJ’s she likes getting into, some with little stars on them, some with angel wings, they’re all really important to her! She can’t really sleep without them when she’s small.

•One thing she really, really loves is lullabies, it doesn’t matter who she gets them from, she’ll be out like a light the moment she hears a lullaby.

•When she’s not sleepy, she has a few toys that she plays with, namely her bubble blowers since she’s not allowed to play with knives when small, also a stress ball because she likes squishing it.

•V has a love hate relationship with nicknames, she loves feeling small but when people treat her like she’s small, she can get upset and embarrassed, feeling like they’re talking down to her.

•The only nickname she’ll tolerate is ‘baby’.

•In terms of her being a caregiver, she does a pretty good job! She’s not amazing with kids but is a lot better at getting down to their level then someone like Uzi.

•As stated, she lowers her guard just a bit with the littles, she knows they actually think like children so she’s safe with them but being vulnerable is still hard.

•V’s really good at guessing what a little needs, even if they can’t/don’t feel like talking. They’ll be times where N could try for hours trying to find out what a baby Uzi wants and V just walks in and figures it out in a couple seconds.

•Not that attentive of littles, she’ll keep an eye on them for sure and stop them from getting hurt but wouldn’t really mind them doing something dangerous, like standing on high places.

•N usually has to look out for things like that.

•Speaking of, she loves little N, taking care of him feels like she’s making up for him looking after her when she was in a coma back at the mansion.

•Plus, he’s a sweetie and V is actually capable of carrying him so they just work well together.

•She doesn’t keep things like toys on her but she does have a bag of batteries to give to the littles as treats.

•Has a kind of stern mom energy to her when actually enforcing a role, she is a very stubborn caretaker and will get the littles to listen to her.

•She can have fun though, it’s one of the few times she can let down her guard with the group.

Serial Designation J

•J is the first person on this list that I see as strictly a regressor, I can’t really see her looking after someone else

•Plus she deserves some time to relax, being the leader of the murder drones and dealing with Tessa is definitely a lot.

•J regresses from about 1-5, she needs some baby time where someone can take care of her.

•In the mansion, it was always Tessa looking after her so she stopped regressing after she was sent away on missions and couldn’t see her anymore, but did slip up a few times with V.

•She basically threatened her to not tell anyone about it, she was obviously mortified of being in a small state of mind in front of her.

•J was meant to be a leader after all and behaving like that wasn’t…leader-ish to her but that was just the first crack in the wall as she found she actually liked V as a caregiver and would slip around her more frequently, but it was still pretty rare.

•J also tried to look after a regressed V once to ‘make things even’ but failed hard and only managed to get V to go to sleep to keep her calm. It’s why she’s only a regressor.

•J considered letting N look after her but, no.

•How she acts when she’s small depends on why she regressed as it’s usually involuntary. Generally, she can be a bossy little who also demands attention, essentially a Princess regressor.

•One thing she loves while being little is sitting in between her caregiver’s legs and having her hair brushes, she finds it really relaxing.

•Surprisingly, J can be a bit physically clingy when she’s little. Normally when she’s smaller or sleepy , she’ll try and hug her body around her caregiver’s.

•She had a ton of little gear, namely sparkly outfits and PJ’a, some pink or yellow pacis, a few auditory toys (like pressing them and they make a sound) and also a white noise machine. Being able to relax is super important to her little routine and she will throw tantrums if something is bothering her.

•J doesn’t have total meltdowns though, she’ll throw one or two things or maybe flail her arms and legs about for a bit if she’s frustrated just to get it out of her system. Afterwards, she’ll still be a bit grumpy but as long as her caregiver can help her relax, she’ll be fine.

•One random thing that J loves while little is money, coins, notes, she loves holding it, playing with it, eating it occasionally. One of the toys she had a piggy bank.

•Tessa was the first person she regressed around and she became very clingy to her once she got to regress more afterwards.

•Tessa honestly loved little J, she could be demanding but she was also so much more happier and adorable; J being little was the first time Tessa heard her laugh. She was too smiley and giddy to not give her all the attention she wanted.

•And J, clearly being someone who wants the attention of people with authority, ie Tessa, soaked it all up.

•J can be really protective over the little gear she got from Tessa. Since she can’t regress with her anymore, it’s the next best thing. She ended up crying and regressing when she thought she lost one of her pacis but V helped her find it.

•J’s speech while little isn’t the best, when she’s feeling a little bigger, she can actually speak pretty well but for when she’s smaller, it’s mainly just babbling.

•She loves being praised for anything while she’s little, knowing she’s doing something good when she’s in a headspace that doesn’t feel productive is really nice for her.

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And that’s all I’ve got for this post, starlights! I was originally gonna try and write some Tessa Headcanons but episode 7 put me through a roller coaster of emotions, so I wasn’t sure how to write for her! If I do, it’ll probably just be younger Tessa! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these, lemme know if you want to see anymore!

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Well, as (sorta promised), here are some of my other Hazbin Hotel Age Regression headcanons! I say sort of as I most likely won’t include Sir Pentious, and I’ll just bunch him in with the other miscellaneous characters that I like! Sorry about that but regardless, let’s go on with the show!

Hazbin Hotel Age Regression Headcanons, Part 2.

Alastor, The Radio Demon

•No one really knows what his deal is, I mean, the dude’s from the 30’s, he’s like prehistoric. No one expected him to know what age regression was, let alone indulge it.

•That was until he was seen casually taking care of a regressed Niffty, playing with her in the living room of the hotel.

‘Why, of course I know what regression, how else would I be taking care of this little darling Niffty here?’

•He just left at that, he didn’t explain much, people just accepted it as a fact of life.

•From what people have seen, he’s entirely a caregiver, mostly for Niffty but sometimes watches over Charlie if he’s feeling up for it.

•He likes talking to littles, but not in the same way Charlie does, he mainly acts like he’s gossiping with her.

‘Abababababa!’

‘(Gasp), I cannot believe she said that, she really shouldn’t be talking, I wish I had her confidence.’

•Alastor doesn’t like being touched, and that stays true with littles. He has no problem grabbing them or holding them, but touching him is where the line is drawn.

•The most he’ll do is let them hold his hand if they’re scared.

•Has to be reminded not to accidentally spook the little with any of his…everything.

•Has no idea what to do if a little starts crying and just dumps them onto Husk. Or, he’ll use his microphone to play some soothing music for them, which sometimes works.

•Also, he makes the best food for his littles, I’ve always believed Alastor is an amazing cook and he can make practically anything a little wants!

•He calls littles, ‘Tiny Demons, Deerlings, Little Shadow, Princess (Charlie specific).

•Won’t really admit it but he likes taking care of littles. Even if it’s his ‘duty’ as manager of the hotel, he has a genuine liking to them.

•He’s not the safest with littles, he keeps them sheltered from most of Hell, because it’s Hell and that place sucks, but would honestly just watch if they climbed up some place high or played with a knife.

•Alastor keeps makes his shadows watch them at all times though, in case they seem like they’ll really hurt themself.

•He’ll also kill and or eat anyone who so much as makes one of his littles cry, not in front of them of course.

•No one knows if Alastor regresses or not, people are too scared to ask him, so they go to Husker but even he doesn’t know. Alastor is an enigma, after all.

Husker

•Husker is a caregiver! He never felt a need to be little, and really really took a long time to understand it.

•It took a while to wrap his head around the fact that people actually felt like a child when they were little, and weren’t just acting.

•He sort of understood it with Niffty, but really understood it with Angel. He always thought Angel was fake but could recognise that the way he acted when he was small but anything but.

•It was kinda like a moment where everything clicked for him.

•He wasn’t really interested in being a caregiver or looking after kids, by all accounts, he hates them.

•Still, Husk acts as a de facto babysitter of the hotel, especially if the littles just need some time to chill. Other people can be a liiittle hyper.

•So, Husker was stuck with a bunch of kids a lot of the time, he wasn’t exactly a fan but he didn’t hate it either.

•Once he learned how to take care of them mostly, keeping their little gear on hand (he has a bunch of bottles, juice and milk in the bar for them), giving them attention, he got the hang of it.

•He really cannot deal with tantrums though, and has to find someone else to before he ends up snapping at them which he wouldn’t want.

•He has the kind of vibe of a babysitter that’s just honest with the kids he babysits, and finds it amusing to lie to them about little things.

‘Hu-Husk, why are you a c-cat?’

‘It’s cause I ate a bunch of fur when I was alive.’

•It’s comedy gold to him.

•He never acts mean to littles, just a little blunt at times.

•Isn’t the best at handling crying but still tries, he doesn’t really do bottle feeding but he’ll do his best to calm a little down!

Niffty

•I imagine Niffty as a total regressor, I don’t think she’d be one for taking care of others!

•Her age range can be anywhere from 2-5!

•Her regression is mostly voluntary though sometimes she slips without even realising.

•She’s very hyper when she’s little, usually talking very fast and bouncing around the place!

•She loves piggy back rides, it makes her feel tall! Her favourite thing to do is get a piggy back ride off Husk and have him fly her around!

•She calls Husker ‘kitty’ when he’s regressed; Alastor’s her dada and Charlie’s her mama!

•Niffty finds Alastor more fun and prefers hanging out with him, but Charlie can be more comforting at times!

•Being taken care of by the two of them is like a dream for her, or when she gets to have play dates with a little Charlie.

•With Husker though, she finds him a bit boring but loves being able to blabber at him for hours and hours.

•She can talk fairly well when she’s a slightly bigger age but when she’s really tiny, it’s mostly babbles.

•Niffty doesn’t have that much little gear, she has this horrifying stitched together plushie that no one can really tell what it’s supposed to be, along with a red and black paci that Alastor got for her! She also has a pair of white PJ’s with light purple tints to them!

•She doesn’t really care for touch when she’s little, but she loves receiving gifts, usually sweets though; she goes absolutely insane for anything with sugar!

•Husker had to put a lock on one of cabinets as Niffty got in one time and ate half a bag of sugar.

•The one thing she hates about and gets fussy over is nap time, she always tries to weasel her way out of it and claim she’s not tired even if she’s actively fighting to stay awake.

•This usually goes on until Charlie says she’ll read her a story, or Alastor plays her some music that helps her fall asleep. After just a couple seconds of her head being on the pillow, she’ll be out like a light!

•Niffty does like nick names when regressed but she honestly couldn’t care what she’s called, even if it’s insulting she’ll think it’s a compliment!

•Still though, her caregivers stick to a couple! Alastor calls her ‘Little Darling’, Charlie calls her, ‘Sweetie’, and Husk calls her ‘Brat’.

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Whew, and that’s the main six done! It took a bit out of me, but I’m glad I got all this out of my system, it was fun to write! This doesn’t mean I’m done with Hazbin though, I still have other characters and I obviously want to write a fic at some point! Also I’m fine if you want to send in character requests for any headcanons, just keep in mind I may be busy! Thanks for reading starlights, I’ll hopefully be back soon with more cool stuff!

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Still a bit busy but I wanted to keep making some Agere content since I haven’t had much of a chance! And what better show to give Headcanons for the freshly released Hazbin Hotel?

Hazbin Hotel Age Regression Headcanons

Charlie Morningstar

•A flip, with a slight lean towards being a regressor!

•She prefers taking care of others then being taken care of herself, even if she knows it’s probably good for her.

•Her age range when she’s little is around 3-6, she doesn’t like feeling really small.

•She absolutely LOVES toys! Any toys, stuffies, action figures, plastic toys, she could play with them for hours and never get bored.

•While that’s some of her main little gear, she also has a pair of PJ’s, a sippy cup and a white paci for when she’s small.

•Talkative while little, but not to the point of babbling. She still has a lisp though (Vaggie thinks it’s adorable).

•Charlie hates being alone when she’s little, she’s always trying to be near someone. She also appreciated physical touch but it isn’t a must for her.

•Can be a bit of a stubborn little, mainly around toys and nap time.

•Can be really emotional when she’s little, like how she was when Angel forgave her (that scene was so agere coded)

•Loves nicknames, her favourites are Princess, Little Ducky (from Lucifer), Char-Char!

•Had play-dates with Razzle and Dazzle (they gotta look after her!)

•Her main caregiver is Vaggie, with some of the other hotel members acting as a babysitter.

•And oh my stars, when she’s a caregiver-

•Her littles are getting absolutely spoiled rotten, it doesn’t matter what they want, Charlie is getting it for them (as long as it’s kid friendly)

•A bit of a hands on caregiver, ready to give her littles anything they need!

•They want snacks? She’s got it. Need a nap? She’s already got a bedtime story. Wanna stay up late and keep playing? Well, she’s sure no one will find out…

•She has a very hard time saying no to littles, but will do if she knows it will help them in the long run.

•Tries to mix in some rehabilitation with the hotel members when they’re little, but it doesn’t work too well.

•Always makes sure to respond to the little talking, even if it’s just babbling.

‘Awabah-ababa!’

‘Mhmm, oh that’s really interesting little one!’

•Treats her littles so softly, she never ever raises her voice

•To sum it, if you want to be absolutely spoiled and taken care of, Charlie’s your girl.

Vaggie

•Vaggie is a flip, with a caregiver lean! Though she can regress pretty heavily.

•She normally regresses when she’s stressed, with her age range being anywhere from 1-7 depending on her mood!

•Is surprisingly shy and quiet when little, she doesn’t like talking that much because of her own lisp. Mainly communicates through pointing and various gestures.

•Wants to be around Charlie so bad when she’s regressed, Pentious tried to hold her once when Charlie when to get her something and she started crying.

•Scared of the dark when she’s little.

•She’s not big on playing when regressed, she just wants a couple hours when she can relax and be taken care of.

•Speaking of, she loves having her hair brushes when she’s little (and big honestly), she finds it super relaxing!

•An odd piece of little gear she has a lava lamp, since she’s somewhat moth related, she loves looking at lights and could stare at a lava lamp for hours.

•Other then that, she has some comfy clothes, a purple pacifier and a bottle for when she’s feeling extra tiny.

•Not as much of a fan of nicknames but still likes them. Her favourites are, ‘Baby, Precious and Little one.’

•She also has small plushie of a moth to help her go to sleep!

•Her caregiver is Charlie and she’ll occasionally let Husk babysit, but that’s very rare.

•Now, onto the Caregiver. She’s canonically bad with kids, but I imagine she learned to try and deal with littles, especially after learning Charlie regresses.

•And oh my God, she thinks Charlie is absolutely precious. She cannot get enough of being with the girl when she’s tiny.

•Had to physically hold back aww’ing and squeezing the life out of her.

•Likes holding and coddling Charlie, who also loves the attention!

•Can be a stern caregiver with things like safety and bedtime, but is usually more lenient.

•She only acts stern if it’ll help the little out more.

•Not good at talking to littles, but makes an effort, and usually fails. She’s able to understand what they want though and normally had no problem helping them out.

•Vaggie keeps a lot of her little’s gear on her at all times, she doesn’t want to leave them alone and end up having them get hurt.

•She’s mainly Charlie’s caregiver, but doesn’t mind babysitting Niffty, Angel or even Pentious at times!

•Not good with giving nicknames to littles and normally sticks to, ‘Little one, Big Girl/Boy/Kid or Baby’ depending on their age range!

Angel Dust

•Once again, a flip with a regressor lean!

•He’s an involuntary regressor and a sleep regressor! He normally regressed due to stress from his job, general bad mood swings or just from being super tired.

•He has an age range of 2-5.

•Whenever he does regress from being in a bad mood, he gets really frustrated for not being able to ‘keep his regression in check’ which normally ends in a crying fit in his room.

•It took him a long time for him to ever regress in front of someone at the hotel, and even then it wasn’t voluntary. Charlie just followed him up to his room after he ran up there after work.

•And oh, was it mortifying for him. Charlie made sure to reassure the boy, being able to get through to him a little easier when he was small, but Angel was still a little scared of her making a big deal out of this.

•And for the most part, she didn’t! She had a quick talk with him the day after to make sure he had a caregiver if he really needed one, and he does!

•Cherri Bomb is Angel’s babysitter for once he’s regressed, and she doesn’t fully understand it, but knows to tone herself down whenever he’s small.

•Calls him ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey as a nickname, and holds his hand if he gets scared.

•Whenever he’s depressed while little, she’ll just lay with them until he feels better or falls asleep.

•Can be a brat when he doesn’t get his way, but only throws tantrums if he’s really small. It usually doesn’t get to that point though, he feels too immature with Cherri and Charlie is very understanding.

•After he’s calmed down, he normally whispers a little ‘sorry’

•Didn’t have much little gear before the hotel, but Charlie left a cat plushie and a pink paci in a gift box in his room. He never mentioned it but he loved them!

•When he’s a ‘big kid’ (still small), he can talk pretty well but gets hung up on his big words. He also finds it hard to walk due to his spider-like body, and begrudgingly holds someone’s hand to keep him stable (he secretly likes it)

•Can be touch averse sometimes after work, but other times he doesn’t mind it. Though he’s not good at making it clear (no fault to him, he’s just a baby)

•Eventually, Husker became his babysitter and that developed into being his caregiver (we stan Huskerdust in this household).

•Husk doesn’t like kids too much, but puts up with the littles and always makes them feel welcome. Angel really needs that, when he’s small, he doesn’t feel very useful for the hotel (he doesn’t when he’s big either)

•Loves to play with Husk’s wings and ears!

•When he’s regressing because he’s sleepy, he becomes the sweetest little thing! He has a baby blanket specifically for when he’s tiny and needs sleep, and can be fussy without at.

•Very quiet, normally just tugs on someone’s sleeve until they turn around and notice him, before helping him get ready for bed.

•He loves nicknames too, his favourites are Sparkles, Bambino, or Lil guy.

•He isn’t as much of a caregiver as he is a babysitter.

•He doesn’t know that many people that regress, and honestly felt a little alone before the hotel. Seeing Niffty be small for the first time was like a weight being lifted off of his shoulders.

•Calls littles things like ‘Squirt, Spiderling, or Prince/Princess/Little royal.’

•Six arms act as six scoopers to cradle littles with! He’s shockingly good at it, being held by him is dream because of how fluffy he is!

•Has no problem playing along with littles, he’s an ‘actor’ after all! He actually enjoys it a bit, especially tea parties with Niffty!

•If someone else is taking care of a little, he’ll claim that he won’t help out, but somehow the little’s bed is made already before nap time, or their bottle will be filled up, wonder who did that~!

•Can calm a little down from crying, like he did with Niffty when she was drunk, a whole lot of shushing and cradling!

•Is pretty lenient with the littles but of course, doesn’t let them do anything unsafe.

•He gave Niffty a gun once though, it was unloaded.

•Throws dance parties with littles to get them to let out some energy before bedtime.

•Speaking of, he’s pretty good at that too! As stated, being held by him is like resting on a cloud, you’d already be sleepy by the time he’s carrying you up to bed!

•Gives his littles nicknames in Italian and totally lies about what they mean if he’s asked.

•He mainly takes care of Niffty, Charlie and Sir Pentious!

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Well that’s all I’ve got in me for now folks! I’ll probably do a part two to cover Alastor, Husker, Niffty and Sir Pentious, along with some other favourites of mine when I have time! Sorry if these are a little rambly, I wrote this all in one sitting and just wanted to get my thoughts on this show out! Hope you enjoyed, bye!

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AN: I watched Amphibia for the first time recently so, I’m sorry if this is OOC at all!!

Don’t Wanna Be Alone

Summary: Marcy wakes up in the middle of the night, regressed with no one around, so she decides to go find her friend!

Characters: Little Marcy, Caregiver Anne

Warnings: SFW Age regression, DNI if NSFW,

Marcy’s time in Amphibia had been nothing short of a blessing for the overly energetic girl. The world, especially Newtopia had been the fantasy adventure she’d always dreamed of having, weird, terrifying creatures and all. She had filled every page of her journal with nothing short of unbridled, yet still neatly written passion. The formally socially awkward school girl has reinvented herself into a brilliant inventor and strategist, excelling to the point where she had become friends with the King.

She loved every bit of her new life, she had friends, confidence, a whole new world to explore and study, but there was one, or rather two people missing that would complete this. Anne and Sasha. Marcy’s two friends that she missed oh so much, don’t get her wrong, her life was so, so great now but she just wished she could share it with the two people she cared the most about. Alas, no matter how hard she looked, they were nowhere to be found, presumably appearing in a wildly different area of Amphibia. She tried to brush it off, saying that she’d get to ask them about it once they found each other, but nothing could deny the aches in their heart or those tight, drowning knots in their stomach whenever Marcy thought about the too for long. That didn’t mean she would stop thinking though.

Besides, she did get them stranded here to go on an adventure together but that wasn’t going according to plan…

That what she tried to think about less.

Luckily, at least one of her problems sorted itself out when Anne quite literally turned up at her doorstep, and after around a twenty minute long adventure with some kind of moral lesson to be learned, they were finally back home. Well at least at Marcy’s home, the palace. They honestly couldn’t get enough of the look on Anne’s face when she saw where they had been living, wishing that shed been here from the start. The girl certainly looked quite disheveled, she’d have to ask Anne where on Earth her other shoe went and why she hadn’t bothered to replace it. But that wasn’t why she’d brought Anne here.

The Plantars needed a place to stay while in Newtopia, and Andrias was a, supposedly, nice king so it was no problem for them to stay in one of the lavish guest rooms, the items in it probably being worth more money then they’d ever seen. That was…a real problem, Marcy would have to find a way to sort that one out. Begrudgingly, she gave Anne some space to unwind after a brutally long day, knowing they’d see each other in the morning.

Marcy retreated into her room, pulling off their long fluffy boots and leaving them next to a well made, sparkling bed which she plopped herself down on. They hummed as they opened their heavy journal, sitting it on her lap, scribbling away about everything that happened in the day, their hand nearly shaking with excitement as they wrote Anne’s name.

Marcy obviously knew Anne was here, she’d seen them nothing more then five minutes ago, but seeing it right there, written on the page…she’d really found her. After all this time, she wouldn’t be alone in the castle anymore, they could have sleepovers and pull pranks just like back at home! They giggled cheerfully at the thought, continuing to write and doodle away with a giddy, smiling expression worn on her face.

Marcy only began to notice how lost in their writing she truly was when the light began to fade from her room, leaving a pleasant, warm illumination for a more freezing void like shadow that crept over the whole room.

‘Night already?’ They yawned, thinking allowed. It was only now they realised they spent the better part of a couple hours gushing about Anne and all her memories about her, filling up a good amount of pages with the love coated ink. Marcy blushed a little at this realisation, promptly shutting their journal and hoisting it up. She patted the top of it as she left it on her desk, hanging up her coat and cloak since she was already standing up. It was also only now that they realised how tired today had made them, their blinks becoming longer like it was trying to coax her to sleep, her movements being more slow and sluggish. Marcy sighed and rubbed her temples, dragging herself over to her own bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth with a newt substitute for toothpaste, which she hoped was safe to use.

After a bit, the exhausted girl practically crawled her way over to her bed, having barely managed to get herself into her PJ’s without passing out. But once her face hit her pillow, she was already out like a light.

Unfortunately for Marcy though, it seemed like her body was working against her as she awoke herself barely even an hour later, into one of the darker corners of the light. Maybe she was doing too much work before bed and interrupting her sleep patterns…again. But that wasn’t what she should be worrying about.

For some reason that Marcy couldn’t put together right now, something felt so, so wrong. Sure, their bed was really comfortable and warm and she could just snuggle up under there until she fell asleep again, but she didn’t wanna! There was one massive problem that she couldn’t put her finger on until she cautiously peered her eyes out from the protective confines of her blanket, looking around the room like a cat deciding if somewhere was safe. But she was nothing. And she realised what the problem was.

No one else was with her. She just got Anne back, everything should be great for her, but she wasn’t here. She knew she sounded clingy, that her friend couldn’t always be with her, but they wanted her to be! Being alone felt like the biggest problem ever to her right now, and proactive as always, Marcy went to solve it. Anything to get her out of the room anyway, that terrifying, lonely room.

Stepping quietly out of the hall, which looked a lot bigger then she remembered, Marcy kept their hands curled up to their chest, making small, teetering steps against the carpeted, well made floors. Her eyes squinted as she tried to read the numbers on the doors, letting out a frustrated whine at each one that wasn’t Anne’s. The self proclaimed artificer was so close to giving up, to just accept that she’d be alone and cry her eyes out until Olivia found her…but, that was something she did when she was little. And she didn’t need that write now.

Marcy had become so much more confident and hardworking since landing in Newtopia, they thought that maybe, just maybe they’d gotten rid of their little side. But it sprung back up, a couple weeks into her stay after so long suppressing it, it came bursting right it with little her crying in her room. Luckily it was Olivia that found her, who didn’t persist with any questions afterwards but still, she worked hard to make others perceive as a strong adventurer, or to be accepted. To be seen as normal. To regress would be to through all that away, so, she wasn’t regressed, no matter how much she just wanted to curl up in Anne’s arms, how much she wanted a toy to keep her hands busy, how much she wanted a paci.

How much she didn’t want to be alone.

Marcy pushed down her fears, trying to put on a brace face as she considered making the isolated walk back to her room before her sleepy eyes glanced over one of the doors in the castle. Anne’s room! She finally did it, all by herself like a big girl teenager. After bouncing on the spot for a little while, a big smile on her face, she shakily ran over to the door before knocking at it, quickly but gently.

Marcy pushed down her fears, trying to put on a brave face as she considered making the isolated walk back to her room before her sleepy eyes glanced over one of the doors in the castle. Anne’s room! She finally did it, all by herself like a big girl (cross out) teenager. After bouncing on the spot for a little while, a big smile on her face, she shakily ran over to the door before knocking at it, quickly but gently.

The excited student turned artificer swung about on her heels, arms buzzing and twitching with excitement at her sides, beaming up at the door like it was the best thing since sliced bread. When it finally opened, she had to suppress a squeal in her throat at the start of the bushy haired, messy, most perfect girl she knew staring down at her, seeming a little tired and confused.

‘Mar-Mar?’

She yawned, while Marcy just stayed looking up at her, her smile getting a little wider at the nickname.

‘What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?’ Anne asked her, seeming a little skeptical about why she was here though that was probably her time in Amphibia talking. Nothing ever seemed simple here. Now that March actually had to answer the question as to why she was here, they couldn’t help but blush over how childish it seemed. Not being able to handle being alone, having to come all the way here in covet of the scary, dark night to see her friend just so she wouldn’t be so scared. There was no way they could tell Anne that, she’d think that they were small right now! Which she wasn’t! Marcy had to think quickly, and blabbered out a lie.

‘I..uh, I jus’ missed you!’ Smiling up at Anne like an angel, Marcy desperately hoped the Thai girl would buy it, even though it technically wasn’t a lie. For the most part she did, Anne could tell there was something going on with them, but had no idea what it is and didn’t want to pry. Instead, she just kneeled down a bit to be at Marcy’s eye level, something that made her feel oh so tiny.

‘How about we go back to your room then? I’ve missed out sleepovers,’ she admitted in a hushed whisper, hoping not to disturb anyone else. Anne would get a response very quickly, Marcy nodding up and down and squealing a little under her breath, the feelings of excitement bubbling up inside her brain and washing away her maturity.

Anne decided not to make the impatient girl wait, wondering why she was acting..different. She couldn’t put her finger on it just yet, but they seemed a lot more excitable then normal, more bouncy, more giggly.

Though as they walked, the self proclaimed artificer/rogue seemed to be stepping a lot more close to Anne, to the point where their arms were brushing against each other with every step. Anne looked down at her friend, seeing that she was looking down, playing with her fingers a little; a nervous habit she’d grown to recognise. Delicately, she planted her fingertips on Marcy’s arms so they knew she was there, before tracing her hand down to Marcy’s, interlocking their fingers in a gentle, protective manner.

Marcy practically cooed at this, walking in the dark was scary, even with Anne. They had no idea how they managed to make the perilous journey before, but was just glad Anne was with them this time.

‘Fank you!’

Marcy exclaimed sweetly, her voice having a distinctive lisp to it, sounding more carefree and…childish. It suddenly clicked with Anne, why Marcy was clingy, why she was more giggly and absent minded to the world around her. Why she didn’t want to be alone.

‘Hey, Marbles,’ she began, talking slowly as they approached Marcy’s room, bumping open the door as she got the two of them inside before continuing the conversation, hoping it would make her feel safer.

‘Mhm?’ Marcy hummed back, tilting her face to look at Anne, looking like a baby deer.

‘Don’t take the wrong way,’ Anne began, already not liking how she was phrasing this but she knew she had to stay committed.

‘But are you..small right now? You just seem a little more..’ with her free hand, Anne placed the side of her hand next to her head before lowering it down, making it literally appear smaller.

Marcy looked horrified at the small question, her hand squeezing against Anne’s for a moment as she stared, half blankly and half fearfully. She had totally forgotten that Anne even knew about her regression in her own joy to see her again, and now she was gonna think that they were just a little kid, who needed to be coddled and couldn’t do anything for themselves. Everything they’d done in Newtopia to become reputable and…and normal, something they never got back home, would be gone! Olivia knowing was terrifying, Marcy knew neither of them would tell anyone but couldn’t help but be on edge whenever it was brought up. How would people in Amphibia even take it? Could she lie to them about it? No, that would make things so much worse, like it was with the Music Box, like it was with everything-!

‘Marcy!’ Anne gasped in front of her friend’s face, a couple tears beginning to fall down their cheeks. Marcy didn’t even realise they were zoning out and could only stare up pitifully at their friend, lip shaking, sniffling at the cruel thoughts of their own mind.

‘Shh, shh, it’s okay Marbles, it doesn’t matter to me if your big or small right now, mkay?’ Anne said, though her tone was leaning towards the latter; she already knew. But there wasn’t any judgement or even disinterest on her expression targeted towards the little, she looked concerned and care, eyes locked on Marcy as her thumbs gently wiped away her tears. Marcy just shuffled closer to her, desperate for any comfort, desperate not to be alone. They buried their face in Anne’s neck and wrapped her arms around the the taller girl.

‘Now, hun, do you wanna tell me what’s got you all worked up or is that a bit too big for you right now?’ Anne asked, making no effort to hide that she knew Marcy was little right now. There was no point to it, she needed the comfort.

Marcy babbled for a few seconds, not trying to hide it as a wave of sorrow got caught up in her throat from how soft she was being treated. When she finally got her words out, they were mixed in with snivels and quiet sobs.

‘I-I ain’ su-suppos’d to b-be lil’..I wanted to do be-better here!’

Marcy cried, getting frustrated as they stomped their foot on the ground, crying a little harder onto Anne’s warm body. In response, Anne began rubbing circles into Marcy’s back, squeezing her a little tighter in their hug.

‘Oh, baby, no, no, you’ve been doing so well here! You still are!’

Stubbornly, the little looked up at Anne, unsure of what she was getting it. She couldn’t be doing good if she was just a little kid right now!

‘You’ve done so much for Newtopia, and you’ve become a hero down here! There’s no shame in needing a little time to relax however you feel like, sweetie, no matter what I’ll always be proud of my special little adventurer.’

The words cut into Marcy lovingly, by the time Anne got to that sweet nickname at the end, she was crying even more. But not from sadness, Marcy just couldn’t handle all those big emotions right now. Anne being proud of her? It was validating, it felt like she’d just been given permission to be herself. The little adventurer kept babbling out something that resembled, ‘I love you’ to Anne, even if it was a little hard to tell with her lisp.

‘Aww, I love you too, just don’t hold off on being little when you need to, okay sunshine?’

Their friend asked, looking at Marcy patiently, keeping a hand lightly clung to their arm.

‘M-mhm!’ Marcy nodded. Slowly, the raven haired artificer regained some composure, still feeling pretty small, staring up at Anne with a smiling, slightly tear stained face.

‘Do-does dis mean you’ll s-stay with me?’

Beaming right back, Anne ruffled Marcy’s hair, her touch not leaving Marcy’s body.

‘Of course I will, I’d love to spend time with my little angel!’

Finally, Marcy wasn’t alone, whether she was big or small.

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Starlights! Been a while! Here’s a teensy update about how I’ll be doing my first Regressuary!

As much as I would love to post a fic everyday, it isn’t possible with my current situation and the posts will be a bit more sporadic, I’ll still push out as much content as I can for whatever fandoms I feel the most interested in! Thank you all for being patient!

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Hiii everyone!! I haven’t written many fics and that’s because I’m saving them all for Regressuary but there’s one teeny tiny problem to that, mainly I don’t know when Regressuary actually is! So if anyone could tell me what month it is, that’d be greatly appreciated! Thanks!!

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Hiii everyone!! I know my blog has been really inactive but I’m going to save all my fics until Regressuary, in the meantime here’s some headcanons someone wanted!!

Caine Caregiver Headcanons

•Found out by regression fairly quickly through the residents of the circus

•Had to do his own research on it since his AI wasn’t trained for it. After a couple years he’s become a really good caregiver

•Knows how to do with overstimulated littles and things like tantrums really easily

•Calls littles things like ‘sunshine’ or ‘little adventurer’

•Made a play area for the littles near the back of the circus where it’s nice and quiet

•Carries littles around if they’re feeling tired, and even flies them around if they enjoy it!

•He keeps a close eye on littles and even gets Bubble to watch them, very rarely (she cannot be trusted)

•Tells a lot of silly dad jokes in an overtop way, does that thing where his tongue and eyes pop out when he delivers the punchline

•Watches the littles when they’re asleep to make sure they’re okay, good at putting them to bed as well

•Will respond littles even when they’re just babbling, just saying things like ‘oh, that’s really interesting’

•Tries to keep calm when taking care of littles but finds them really adorable, he also noticed when someone isn’t regressing and coaxes them in it if they’re comfortable enough

•Makes specialised adventures for littles to go on, with supervision of course

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Alright, alright, I know I made this blog months and months ago but I was hit with a lot of stuff! I have some unfinished drafts that I’m playing to finish and post to liven up this blog, but I couldn’t resist writing this one!

Little Jester

Characters: Little! Pomni, Caregiver! Ragatha

Warnings: SFW Age Regression (NSFW DNI), crying, not proofread.

Summary: Pomni’s having a hard time readjusting to her new environment and ends up slipping, Ragatha comes to help her out.

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Sleep didn’t come easy inside the Amazing Digital Circus, there was a certain air of unease that never quite left what your body had became. It was a feeling of reverse nostalgia, being in a situation that no one could fathom, a feeling of being alone and scared and trapped inside a body that wasn’t yours. That uneasy was keeping two of the circus members up.

Ragatha stared over to the door of her room, a blanket lazily draped over half her body to combat the lonely cold. She’d been staring, rotten, at the door of her room for a good half hour at this point, letting her infectious thoughts slog through her exhausted mind with no filter. If you’d ask her in the morning, she probably couldn’t tell you a single thought that went through her mind that night, it was just a cycle of meaningless garbage.

That was until, she heard something soft and quiet outside her door. Gently footsteps accompanied by little sniffling, walking past her door and then down the corridor. Ragatha waited until the dark hallway was silent again before rising from her bed, considering what to do. The doll had always been the one to comfort people in the circus and had grown to be quite good at it. Without a second thought, she rose up to her feet and exited the confines on where she slept to the now empty hallway.

Ragatha turned to the right, seeing nothing but the slightly illuminated show room of the circus where the mysterious person had limped past her room. She walked down the corridor and glanced around the large room, before hearing some hushed, fragile sobbing from behind a corridor. Silently approaching, Ragatha leaned her head over to see a small, curled up finger, clad in a vibrant blue and red, shaking. The light yellow balls at the edges of their hat shook and jingled with each sob, the girl’s face squished against her knees to try and hide herself away from the wall.

‘Pomni?’ Ragatha asked softly, making the said jester damm near jump into the air with a squeal. Pomni scrambled on her hands and feet backwards, a frightened look on her tear stained face which she tried so desperately to hide from Ragatha. She yelped as her back hit a wall, bringing her shaking hands to her face to try and hide herself. The poor thing looked frightened beyond belief, her eyes wide and wet with tears, donning a red and blue look to them.

Ragatha was a little taken aback by just how spooked Pomni was but decided to push that down to try and help her. She didn’t know Pomni that well yet since she was a newcomer but that all the more reason she had to look out for her. Ragatha was probably one of the only people who understood what Pomni was going through, everyone in the circus did but the doll was the best one at empathising. She was what Pomni needed right now.

Ragatha knelt down to be at eye level with Pomni, making her cheeks go slightly red from the action. She wore a gentle smile on her face as she looked at Pomni, her eyes soft and attentive to her.

‘Hey there, it’s okay, you don’t need to be scared,’

Pomni squeaked a little, lowering her hands just enough to be able see the comforting woman in front of her. She was still enough for Ragatha to get a better look at her, Pomni hadn’t stopped shaking and her eyes looked a lot more…innocent then normal, like a lost puppy. Ragatha smiled gently at the girl, holding her arms out to her side to show the girl she wasn’t a threat. Pomni’s eyes glanced over the woman, conflicted on what to do with her.

On most other occasions, Pomni would take up the offer of comfort, it was something she craved. To be safe, to be protected, to be cared over but tonight…was different. A urge that Pomni had spent years training to get out of her system had ended up resurfacing since she had entered the circus, something that made her feel meek, vulnerable and unprotected. Something that made her feel little.

The new environment, the weird laws of physics, the strange people and the hectic, chaotic shenanigans in her new home had taken quite a strain on her mental state and, with nothing else to do, she began to slip.

And now here she was, panicking because omgragathacouldntseeherwhenshewasactinglikealittlekid but still having the tiniest part of her want to jump up into the doll’s arms, becoming blanketed in her warmth. She just wanted to feel safe.

Pomni’s crying soon slowed to a stop but she was still shook and sniffled, messily wiping at her eyes with a gloved hand, not daring to speak out of fear of her words coming out as childish.

‘Are you cold, Pomni? I could get you a blanket if you’d like,’ Ragatha suggested, not wanting to force Pomni to speak about whatever had been bothering her, focusing instead on moving the girl past whatever had been tormenting her.

‘Y-yes, pw-please..’ Pomni nodded, her cheeks heating up a lot more as she realised she had a lisp forming in her voice. Ragatha just chuckled a little, not having expected Pomni to trip up on her words. Ragatha rose back up to her feet, offering a hand to help Pomni up, which she gladly took with a barely audible, ‘fank you…’

Pomni didn’t end up letting go of the woman’s hand though, clinging onto it with a desperate need for attention. Ragatha only took notice in a small hum, casually brushing her thumb against Pomni’s knuckles, letting her know she was there for her. Pomni looked up to Ragatha as she lead the two of them around the circus, finding a closet that didn’t have some kind of frightening trap in it. Pomni seemed spooked enough already.

Ragatha prodded open the door and turned on the lights to the room before ushering Pomni inside, closing the door behind them. The air and the warmth of the room felt a lot safer now. Pomni stared at the other woman as she made her way to a box, managing to find a purple blanket with pink hearts on it. She showed it off to the jester, causing her to gasp in delight, beginning to make grabby hands for the fabric. Ragatha giggled and handed it over, to which Pomni immediately began cuddling it lovingly.

‘Fank yu so much!! I wuv it!!’ Pomni giggled happily, pressing her face against her new blanket, which gave Ragatha some time to think.

Even though she didn’t know Pomni that well, she knew that this was way out of character for her. Pomni just seemed so carefree and needy and that lisp of hers hadn’t gone unnoticed. Ragatha began to draw to some conclusions, with all the odd people that ended up in the circus, she had seen her few shared of unique personalities. Most notably, coping mechanisms.

From nail biting to street eating, Ragatha knew pretty much every stress relief under the Sun. It began to make her think that Pomni wasn’t acting like a child, but rather was a child. The doll was quite experienced with age regression, mainly due to Gangle, she wasn’t always the girl’s caregiver, but she picked up a thing or two from looking after her. She also discovered that she enjoyed it quite a bit, and always reassured her friend that she loved looking after her. But Pomni was who she was concerned about right now.

‘Hey, sweetie, would you mind if I asked you a quick question?’ Ragatha kneeled back down to be at Pomni’s eye level, making her hide her increasingly pink cheeks behind her new blanket. She nodded slowly at her, looking slightly on edge though nothing could’ve prepared her for what was to come.

‘How old are you?’

There was no malice or teasing behind it, but Pomni couldn’t help but think that’s what was about to happen. By tomorrow morning, she was gonna be the laughing stock of the circus, the adult that thought she was a child and wanted people to look after her. Pomni stared at Ragatha, trying to answer her quickly to not arouse any suspicious however she ended up stumbling on her words.

‘I-I..uh..tw…twe..’

Ragatha just tilted her head patiently, nothing Pomni’s nervousness and figured to make this easier for her.

‘Maybe just show me with your fingers, okay?’

She suggested, which managed to calm Pomni down a little. The ground become the most interesting thing in the room as Pomni stared down, clutching her comforting blanket with one hand and with the other, holding up three fingers.

The jester was expecting to be made fun of, or just laughed off but nothing couldn’t prepared her for Ragatha gently patting the top of her head, her smile becoming a little wider with joy.

‘Aww, feeling small today? That’s alright, sunshine, you must be so stressed and scared here, it’s okay to need a little break from it all!’

The red haired woman then booped Pomni’s nose, making her giggle as her eyes went wide.

‘W-really..? Bu..’m s’posed to be b-big!’ Pomni’s doubts surfaced, all her life she had never allowed herself to slip, only doing so when she couldn’t ignore it any longer; she’d never even told anyone she was a regressor.

Ragatha just shook her head, helping wrap the colourful blanket around Pomni’s shoulders before scooping the girl right up, cradling her in her arms.

‘No, no, sweetheart, you can be little as much as you need, there’s nothing wrong with feeling small, okay?’ Ragatha calmed her, making Pomni smile even wider at the thought. She nodded a bunch, finally letting all those expectations and worries go, even just for a night, it didn’t matter. Pomni just wanted to be little right now.

‘O-okay mama!’ Was the sentence that nearly made Ragatha’s heart shatter while she stared down at the little jester in her arms, cuddling against her to get as much attention as possible. The doll cooed softly, rubbing the back of Pomni’s head delicately.

‘Your precious, little one,’ she adored at her before adding, ‘but it is a little late for a small one like you to be up! Why don’t we get you to bed? You’ve had a really long day, haven’t you?’

Pomni nodded, not caring enough to think about how she didn’t need to sleep in the digital world, the girl just wanted be little for a bit, and that included naps! Her caregiver, or the woman who was now totally willing to be her caregiver if Pomni accepted, carried her along through the less empty hallway back to her room. Once inside, she set Pomni down onto the bed before tucking the covers of her and then setting the soft blanket on top of her bed, which Pomni immediately grabbed onto.

‘Goodnight, little one,’ Ragatha leaned down and placed a kiss to Pomni’s forehead, making the girl giggle and mumble a groggy, ‘nigh’ mana…’ before passing out in her bed.

Ragatha smiled softly at the sight, she could already tell she was liking the new addition to the circus, big or little.

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Helloooo! I haven’t really posted anything yet, I am working on a fic and one request rn, but just letting you all know that I’m gonna start writing for She-ra a lot more since I finished watching it and I’m not gonna shut up about it!

[moonshineplaydate]

Hiya lovelies! This is a side Agere blog I’ve made, mainly focusing on the Owl House.

I’ve never actually regressed myself, but the fics about it are just so cute and interesting that I wanted to make a blog centred around it!! (I’m also not confident enough to put it on my main blog ;-;)

Regardless, my requests are always open! I can write headcanons, fics, drabbles, whatever you need really! As long as it’s SFW, that’s a strict rule with this blog!

I’ll try and get some of my own content out soon, but as of now, I’m just waiting for requests! Byeeee!