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dr. santos the pitt you are so big sister coded to me

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long break because ive felt so so guilty and weirded out and ashamed by my own regression... as if the whole point of this account wasnt to help me stop that from happening.. expect more extremely niche regression posts and more activity from this account (and my main) again.. yipppee!!

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do you take headcanon requests at all?!

if you do, culd u pls give some headcanons for cg!diggers?! ive been looking for someone to do this for me for FOREVER and no one has 😣

hello helloo,, sorry it took me so long to respondd :(( been very busy!!

i posted them heree

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caregiver diggers headcanons (reverse: 1999)

once again, im not in the reverse fandom so i apologize for anything that seems OOC! i tried my best and researched the character the best i could!! i hope this is okay :) alsoo sorry for it being so shortt..

— first off,, definitely a dad-style caregiver!! i think he could also be sort of uncle-vibes but i think primarily dad first and foremost

— hes big on art and i think he would love play revolving around art... drawing, coloring and painting with his regressor. making crafts. looooves it!

— i think he would also like matching outfits with his regressor, will specifically buy things so they can match - glasses, jackets, headbands.

— FLOWER CROWN KING!! making his regressor flower-crowns. intricate with different flowers. lavender, roses, dandelions... loves gifting them to his regressor!

— also a big dancer!! playing 70s and 80s music,, dancing with his regressor...

— also, on the topic of music: humming and/or softly singing while putting his regressor to bed or while trying to soothe his regressor.. definitely his go-to!

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hallo!! can i have a moodboard for cg!diggers from reverse:1999?!

helllo helloo! ive just posted it here!!

im not in the r1999 fandom so im unfamiliar with the character sooo i tried my best based off voicelines n what i read about himm!! feel free to request again with more specifics or anything else u want me to make!!

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caregiver diggers - reverse: 1999 moodboard

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i LOVE your boards!! even for fandoms i dont know! could i get a board for sick regressor mickey (mickey 17)… not medical, but like blankets and kids medicine? :o

hellloo anon!! i just posted it here

i hope u enjoy it!!.. if you want more specific themes/images feel free to request again :)

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"sick day" - mickey 17 regression moodboard

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can you do dennis whitaker hcs? i'd love to see what you think of him!

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ little!denniswhitaker hcs!! ⋆˙⟡

a/n: this was so fun to make— i like this style and might stick with it!

tagged :: @sunflowerandsunshinebaby

i feel like Whitaker would regress around 2-8, rare occasion that he drops towards baby regression.

he would be such a good big brother regressor, but i feel like he also leans towards more little brother regressor when it comes to the others in the pitt.

him and trinity either take turns taking care of each-other with regression, or they regress and play together, but sometimes there needs to be someone who watched over both of them, because if not, ine if them ends up crying. (it’s whitaker.)

he’s such a a sleepy regressor, he gets so tired often, and needs to have a reminder that it’s bedtime or nap time cause he’s trying too hard to stay up.

loves loves LOVES Disney movies, such a fanatic when it comes to tangled.

otter lover, has a special plush to him named “mr.otterting” that he keeps close to him all times when regressing.

one time he left him in trinity’s car and wasn’t able to find it for hours, cue sobbing fest.

secretly wants to be hold so much, he doesn’t say anything though, to shy to speak up about it.

i feel like besides trinity, the only other person who might know about his regression coukd be mel, she watches over him and trinity sometimes.

he is a padded user when it comes to regressing at night, he had a history when he was younger with wetting the bed, and i deel like it would come back to bite him during his regression.

ssso embarrassed and ashamed at it at first, but trinity, surprisingly, is the one who comforts him, telling him, “he’s just little” and offers to wash his sheets if he feels too small.

his nicknames (by trinity ofc): berry boy, whitty, denny, kid, cricket.

him and trinity share beds sometimes when one of them are having bad nights.

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✟𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒈 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒈✟

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✟flags for niche ageres. Agere's who like niche content, agere who kin niche characters, ect. The reason there is two version is because I want a flag to represent the sad parts of niche agere and the happy parts.✟

✟free to use with credit/tag if used✟

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Tagging @bunnelbaby

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lookout for user @/lottalurr (alt is @/sweetlurr) . they are 17 and posting agepl*y and r*pe content in agere tags and reblogging / interacting with actual agere posts

from what i can tell they dont use any agepl*y specific tags so tag blocking does not work ; if u have common agepl*y tags blocked they will still pop up

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deer in headlights regressor travis martinez (s3) icons - credits to unifoal 4 flag

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butch cg nat, chronically ill little lottie

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the first instalment in my tinyjackets au called splish splash (cause peanut loves his silly little names) requests and asks r open for splishsplash or tinyjackets asks or ideas.. peanut wants to yap abt them

WE DO NOT CONSENT TO INTERACTION FROM NSFW OR BLANK BLOGS. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND POTENTIALLY REPORTED.

this is a gift for peanuts silly friend @rhiannonsarchive !!! peanut luvs you

Lottie's head felt heavy. It was full of cotton, she was sure, something thick and fuzzy. Her bed felt warm and damp. She was burning from the inside out, each of her limbs full of cement. There was a panic in her stomach, rising up to her throat. She couldn't breathe, coughing every time she tried.

"Lottie?"

The door to her bedroom opened, and in came Nat.

He rushed over quickly, putting one arm around her back and helping her sit up right. Nat rubbed her back with one hand, pressing his other hand to her forehead.

"Oh, bug," he mumbled. "Poorly baby."

Lottie looked at him, frowning anxiously. All the words she wanted to say were in her head, but she couldn't make them come out of her mouth. She wordlessly pointed to her communication board.

Nat crossed the room, bringing it over and holding it in front of Lottie. She reached, pointing to some of the labels.

Need. Toilet.

She saw Nat bite his lip.

"Lottie, sweet, I think you already went. Let's get you cleaned up, alright?"

Upset. Upset. Upset. Upset.

Lottie jabbed at the sign, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Oh, I know. I know, sweet. I'm gonna run you a bath- a nice bath, not too hot- and then we're gonna put a diaper on you, yeah? Then you get to pick what we watch on my phone. Can I pick you up?"

Dirty. Upset. Dirty.

"You're not dirty, baby." Nat lifted Lottie up despite her protests, walking to the bathroom.

She placed Lottie down on the bath mat, turning the taps on. Looking over the bubble bath options, he picked up the sage and sea minerals bubble bath. Lottie had been into blue things recently, particularly ocean related. Maybe Nat could cheer her up with an ocean themed bath.

"Lot, can you undress yourself? Baba's gonna make a special bath."

Lottie began to undress, listening to the water running. She had been interested in the ocean recently- fish, sharks, waves, whirlpools. The colours, the smells. If Lottie could float in the sea with the salt and the seaweed, warm and quiet and dark, she would be at peace. Blissful.

"Alright, baby, let me help you in. We got some fishies." Nat helped Lottie in as he spoke. "We got some little sharks. Look, it's nice and blue and bubbly. We can get more bubbles, too, yeah? It's not too hot and it's not too cold and there's a little bitty bit of bath salts in there. I'll wash your hair, hm?"

Lottie settled into the bathtub, quiet. She watched the toy mechanical fish go by her, watching the little bubbles that came after it.

"What colour's that fish, baby? Is it yellow?"

Lottie hummed, splashing the water near the fish a little bit. A smile broke across Nat's face and he chuckled as he watched Lot play. This was usually how Lottie played in the bath. Nat reached for a bottle of bubbles, blowing some towards Lot gently. She didn't laugh or giggle, but she did watch the bubbles float over quietly with big brown eyes.

"Shall we do your hair, yeah? Tip your head back. We'll get a jug and some warm water."

Nat filled the jug with some warm water and carefully poured it over her hair. Lot gave a hum and a small smile. He started to carefully massage the shampoo into Lottie's scalp, humming a tune to her as he washed it out.

"You're my pretty girl, hm? Got beautiful hair and beautiful eyes. Baba's pretty girl. Shall we get you dried up? Up and out."

Nat lifted Lottie out and wrapped her in a towel.

"I know. Cold now," he told the shivering Lot in a playful voice, rubbing her dry. "We're gonna put a diaper on you and get you in a onesie, how about that?"

Lottie brought her thumb to her mouth as Nat put a diaper on her and zipped up her onesie. Nat put a pacifier in her mouth before pressing his hand to her forehead. Lottie was still warm, still hot and shivery.

"Oh, poor bubba. It's okay. We'll put you down for another sleep, cause I see you're sleepy." He traced his fingertips over Lottie's forehead and down the bridge of her nose, watching her eyelids flutter. "I'm gonna call Shauna and Tai and Akilah and let them know, okay? That you're poorly, so we can't go to the playdate tomorrow."

Lottie whined, shaking her head.

"Sweetheart, you'll get them poorly too. And you'll get sooo many cuddles from Baba, and for the next playdate, we can see about renting a play centre for a bit, yeah? When you're feeling better?"

Lottie kept whining, suckling on the pacifier. Nat picked her up, rubbing her back.

"I know. I know. You're tired and you're poorly. Sleep time."

Lottie continued to whine and fuss into Nat's shoulder as he carried her down to the bedroom, bouncing her gently. Despite her protests, Lottie's eyes were slowly, slowly closing. Nat started to hum as he bounced Lottie and he could feel her slowly growing more and more relaxed in his arms, until he was sure she was asleep.

He laid her down, tucking a thin bedsheet over her and clicked on her fairy lights. He'd watch her through the monitor, of course, but for now, he would let her sleep.

if u made the divider pls pls pls let me know, i have severe memory loss and can't remember where i found it

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Fun activities for age regressors:

- nap

- nap

- nap

- where did my plushie go.

- oh its on the floor sorry buddy

- nap

- nap

- na-

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“I don’t think they can hear you.. Hi, I’m Ava.” — Regressor Ava Starr!

I died n came back with a new layout n a new hyperfixation,, im not immune to switching it every month i guess,, but!! Watched thunderbolts* and everything soooo :D Ava my baby! (Ik this is from a diff movie but all other pics were bad)

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fawn regressor travis martinez

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Little!Mel x Cg!Van - Hidden

Notes -> accidents, pull ups, cg!van, cg!tai, little!all the other yellowjackets

This idea came to me in a dream while I was taking the most disorienting nap of my life today. So if it doesn’t make sense I don’t know what to tell you. It’s set post rescue ? but they all survive ? and they all end up living together in a big house (thank you mr matthews). Considering doing a pt.2 but we’ll see how I feel.

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Keeping track of all the littles was a task and a half on a good day. Van liked to believe she was pretty good at it, keeping everyone fed, clean and for the most part happy. But no one could exactly blame her if sometimes someone managed to slip through the cracks while her back was turned. She should’ve noticed earlier, really. When she came downstairs and saw Mari, Akilah and Gen squished up on the couch playing Mario Kart with no Melissa in sight, Van should’ve realised something was wrong. It wasn’t like Melissa couldn’t have been playing with Shauna or even by herself. So Van didn’t think too hard about it. She didn’t, that was, until she went to check everyone had taken their medication for that morning. Coming back from their unplanned trip to the wilderness, most of the girls suffered from some form of deficiency or illness that required medication, vitamins or supplements. Outside of that, the psych examinations they’d been subject to upon their return had unearthed a whole host of diagnoses which had resulted in medicinal treatment for some. It ranged a lot - iron and vitamin deficiencies, PTSD, depression. You name it, at least one of the girls were being treated for it.

For the most part everyone was pretty good at keeping themselves accountable for their own medication. Outside of Lottie who was usually just too young to do things of that nature on her own, and Jackie who still insisted on a full blown tantrum every time someone tried to get her to take a pill. Still, Van always made sure to check the girl’s pill organisers each day to make sure they were all up to date. Today, Melissa was not. Now this was a warning sign that Van couldn’t ignore. Melissa was forgetful, Van wouldn’t argue that, but Gen was not. The two girls always had their breakfast and their morning medications together. A heavy frown crossed over Van’s face as she closed the still full Saturday pill container and put it back in its place. She moved back into the lounge room where Gen was playfully shoving Mari to sabotage her win. “Do you girls know where Melissa is?” Van asked, earning an outraged whine from Mari when the distraction caused her to lose the round. At the question, Gen suddenly became very interested in her controller, looking down as her fingers twisted and pulled at the wrist strap. “Gen?” Van pressed, noticing the girl’s poorly masked anxiety. Gen didn’t look up so Van crouched onto the balls of her feet in front of her. “What’s the matter kid?”

Gen’s teeth warred against her bottom lip for a moment, clearly contemplating whether or not to tell Van whatever it was she knew. “Mel’s hiding under her bed,” She finally admitted, slumping down against the back of the couch in defeat. Van nodded in understanding.

“Ok, thank you.” She squeezed Gen’s knee gently as she got up, thanking the girl for her honesty.

Van knocked on the door of Melissa’s bedroom, not really expecting a response. The door was open, revealing the seemingly empty bedroom. Van would’ve thought maybe Melissa wasn’t even in the room if it wasn’t for the tiny slither of socked foot poking out from underneath the girl’s bed. “Mel, it’s Van,” She called out in warning as she entered the room and sat down by the side of the bed. “Could you come out for me?” No reply - expected. Van sighed, leaning her back against the bed and fixing her eyes on the opposite side of the room. Gen and Melissa shared a bedroom. It was relatively big and indeliberately had been split visually down the middle with Gen’s side supporting an array of pastel pinks and purples whilst Melissa’s looked like a scene straight out of Jurassic Park. Van would never say it but she liked Melissa’s side more. “Bud, whatever you’re hiding for we can figure it out,” Van promised. There was a soft sniffle from under the bed, a slight shuffling, but still, no Melissa emerged. “You must be hungry, it’s almost lunch time and I know you haven’t had breakfast.” When there was still no reply, Van reluctantly slid down onto her stomach. She pressed her face against the floorboards and lifted up the edge of Melissa’s duvet form where it hung over the edge so she could see the other girl. Melissa was laid out on her stomach in a position which practically mirrored Van. Her face was stricken with dried up tears and her body was predominantly covered by darkness.

“Hi,” She mumbled meekly when she was face to face with Van.

“Hey kid.” Van smiled, trying to make herself seem as least threatening as possible. “Do you think you want to come out for me?”

“No.”

Van sighed, trying to keep her patience. “Look, you’re not going to be in trouble and I won’t be upset with you, whatever has happened.” Van was starting to catch onto what might have happened now that her face was pressed up under Melissa’s bed and the smell of ammonia was making itself clear. “But I can’t imagine you’re very comfortable, so why don’t you come out here and we can figure it out, ok?” Melissa took a shaky breath, trying to muster up some courage before she began to slowly shuffle her way out from under the bed. Relieved, Van moved back so Melissa had room to slide out of her hiding spot. Once in the light, Van’s theories were confirmed by the damp spot already beginning to dry on the legs of Melissa’s pajama pants. “Bad night?” Van offered as Melissa sat up with a resigned look on her face. She nodded courtly, keeping her eyes locked tightly on the rug in the middle of the room. “Do you want to talk about it?” Melissa only shrugged - clearly not big enough for words. She looked smaller than she usually did, plaits which were messy from sleep, eyes which were almost imperceptibly watering, shoulders hunched over like she wanted to curl in on herself. It hurt Van to see the younger girl so filled with shame, especially for something she couldn’t control. They’d spoken about this before - Melissa’s accidents and the fact that they weren’t anything to be ashamed of - but this one seemed to be weighing on Melissa a little more than usual. Van didn’t think she’d be able to get Melissa into talking until she was cleaned up so they’d have to start there. “Is the bed wet too?” Van asked gently. Melissa nodded, glancing up at her green dinosaur patterned bed sheets which now Van could tell were quite deliberately bunched up to cover the centre of the bed. “Alright, you go hop in the shower and I’ll handle the bed.”

It was a routine Van was pretty used to. If it wasn’t Melissa it was Nat or Lottie (Or Jackie but she was not allowed to talk about that). Given the trauma the girl’s had been through and the ages they tended to regress to, it was no surprise that accidents were a common occurrence in the house. It was different with Melissa though - she was older than most of the other girl’s who struggled with accidents and while Van promised her there was nothing wrong with that, Melissa took it as a pretty big ego hit. Whilst she was taking the sheets to the laundry Van ran into Tai, they shared a knowing glance at the sight of Mel’s sheets bundled up in Van’s arms. “Is she alright?” Tai asked, following Van towards the laundry.

“She’ll be right, just needs a bit of time to calm down.” Van threw the sheets in the laundry and grabbed new ones to replace them, making sure to choose ones that Melissa would actually like. It ended up being a set which she was pretty sure belonged to Shauna, thick white and navy stripes. Tai put the new sheets on the bed while Van went to check on Melissa. The sound of shower water had stopped when she knocked on the door and a few moments later Melissa appeared, wrapped in a green towel with dripping blonde hair sticking to her face and neck. “Hey Bud,” Van smiled, trying to keep her voice as positive as she could so as not to worry Melissa. She squeezed Melissa’s bare shoulder comfortingly. “Let’s get you into something nice and clean, hm?” She offered, guiding the girl back to her room. Thankfully Lottie was the only one who passed by the hallway and she was far too occupied trying to balance the armful of stuffies she was taking into Nat’s room to pay any mind to Melissa and Van.

Melissa showed no interest in picking out her clothes, her mind clearly somewhere far away as she dropped down onto the side of her bed, damp towel colliding with fresh sheets. Tai ruffled Melissa’s damp hair gently. “Feeling any better?” She asked. Melissa flushed red at the realisation someone else was privy to her accident but she nodded politely anyway. Van picked out an outfit she knew would probably go down ok with Mel, denim wash overalls and a rainbow stripy top for underneath. Comfortable and practical. She took the clothes over to Melissa, dropping them down on the bed. “Do you want some help?” She asked, knowing Melissa’s headspace could change drastically with very little notice. Melissa only shrugged, wrapping her arms tightly around her torso. “Mel?” Van hummed, her voice gentle in an attempt to call Mel back to the present. She crouched down, hands on Melissa’s bare knees to stabilise herself. “What’s going on in your head?” She asked, gently tucking some of Melissa’s hair back behind her ear. Melissa took a deep breath, clearly something was bubbling in the edge of her mind that she wanted to say but couldn’t quite get out. Van waited quietly, gently stroking Melissa’s hair until she finally got the courage to speak up.

“Pull ups,” She whispered, barely audible at all. Pull ups. It was a conversation they’d had a few times in the past. Melissa’s accidents were frequent enough to worry Van but she’d always adamantly denied the need for any sort of protection. Van understood why Melissa would be hesitant to wear protection when the only other littles who wore it regressed significantly younger than she did. “I think I should… try.” Van could’ve sworn her chest actually swelled with pride at the admission.

“I think that’s a really good idea, Mels,” Van praised, rubbing Melissa’s knee comfortingly. “I’m really proud of you.” Melissa beamed a little at this, a pleasant warmth taking over from the shameful blush.

“Just for bedtime,” Melissa added quickly, suddenly flustered. She squeezed the edge of her towel in her fist for comfort. “I don’t want to… I don’t want anyone else to know… maybe Tai can.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s ok,” Van promised. “No one else needs to know.”