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little!xavier headcanons 🪐

featuring gn cg!reader as always with my agere headcanons!!

a/n: per no one’s request, the queen bee has returned with thoughts about regressor xavier from love and deepspace. because he is 110% a LITTLE and i’ll die on that hill.

if you don’t like age regression, kindly block me and move on ☺️

💫regresses from about 2-7 i think.

👽lots of space/alien themed plushies

🍞begs you to take him to the arcade to get even more plushies

💤still as sleepy as ever, maybe even more so especially in his toddler mindset.

🪐OBVIOUSLY pouty. this boy will never lose his jealousy even while regressed.

💫paci in mouth = he will fall asleep within a minute. literally.

👽big big appetite!! and he preens when you coo at him and praise him for it. say stuff like “oh look at you my big growing boy, eating so much!!” and you’ll have his head full of ego.

🍞favorite foods while regressed are cereals. (there’s one i think he’d like called estrelitas. they’re mild but good) he also likes yogurt with fruit pieces, especially in his younger headspace.

💤when you’re doing grocery runs, xavi points at just about every single food item in the store, so you’re left buying everything but what you came to buy initially.

🪐ikes to be called bunny, baby bunny, sweet boy, sleepy bunny, and just about any other bunny variation you can think of.

💫will call you ‘mommy’ regardless of your gender (but if you’re a guy prepare to be called ‘mr. mommy’)

👽super duper cuddly and sweet. though he must have his head on you whether it be on your chest or shoulders, your neck, your stomach or your lap. it is law. and he will positively melt if you scratch his scalp gently with your nails and hum to him.

🍞big on handholding when you’re on outings! also he likes to rest his head or his chin on your shoulder when you’re stopped; whether you’re looking for something on a store shelf, standing in line to pay or order something, talking to someone, etc.

💤plays with your fingers and fidgets with your clothes idly, or if he has a plushie in his grasp he’ll play with the tags or any appendages of it.

written by @littlepolyps not anyone else <3

characters belong to love and deepspace © 2024

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i’m cooking, chat

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that’s a little if ever i’ve seen one

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Growing up as an autistic girl felt like this:

Fish out of water 🐠 🌊

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Aren't plushies beautiful? They were created so a sick child had something to hold. They were created so an adult living alone might have a friend to keep them company. They were created for a teenager to clutch to her chest as she cries. They were created to accompany a college student to his geology classes. They were created not for any material benefit, they don't change tires, but to be loved.

They were created for the purpose of love.

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People hating on age regressors are funny like sorry you hate my childlike wonder I'm gonna keep shaking this toy because it makes a funny noise and take a sippy from my super cool mega awesome dino cup

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@quinnysnursery wanna explain yourself pal /lh

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“ loving you is easy, but life will not always be ,,

little!armin arlert x cg!reader

contains: gn!reader, reader is referred to as “bubba”, reader is sorta in place of annie but she still exists ofc, big big spoilers (basically you have to have seen the end of aot if you don’t want to be spoiled), lots of crying, armin is hella traumatized, talk of death, a crumb of eremin, arguing, armin self deprecating and being existential, hints towards an autistic armin, affectionate reader, reader gets micro cuteness aggression, historia and hange being kinda like rich aunties and spoiling armin rotten, not historically or canonically accurate but we ball-

synopsis: dealing with a post-rumbling world and trying to reestablish world order is no easy feat. it can be highly taxing for someone like armin, and he needs someone to lean on (even though he believes he doesn’t deserve that)

author’s note: this sorta stemmed from the little!armin headcanons post i made a bit ago. i wanted to make a post-canon fic. this is also hella self indulgent so y’all might not agree with how the reader acts, because this is all personal bias. also please put in more agere requests in my inbox i beg.

word count: 2.3k (this be a HEFTY fic)

lyrics in the title are from “sandman” by ed sheeran btw!!

if you don’t like age regression, kindly block me and move on ☺️

“no, i’m not saying that! what i’m saying is…” you hear armin’s denial before his words are quickly being drowned out in the other clamors of marleyan leaders.

it all became so much, the bickering between them all like they were hungry seagulls arguing over a slice of bread.

nothing was coherent, until one had spoken much louder than the rest, “none of us would be arguing right now if commander erwin were leading this board meeting instead!”

immediately, you were poised, and everyone fell silent, looking to the source of the offense.

armin stood there with his eyes wide with betrayal. tears quickly formed in his eyes and his mouth went dry.

mikasa stood up from beside him at this. “how dare you insult not only the great leadership of armin arlert, but the legacy of erwin smith!?” she reprimanded. “you have no right to speak that way to armin, do you hear me!?”

the insulter and mikasa immediately begin a cat fight, and the others were roped in as well.

you were tagged in, but only managed a few comebacks before noticing armin sat staring through everyone, looking a thousand yards past them all.

his face was soaked by his tears, and his hands were shaking on the arms of his chair. he was mouthing a single word: “bubba..”

with the other board mates distracted by their school fight with mikasa, you were able to slip away with armin discreetly. you grab him by the hand and rush out of the conference room and silently shut the door behind you.

“armin sweetie, are you okay?” you asked him now that you were both out of the way of chaos.

the blonde looks up from the floor with his glassy sky blues and nodded slowly.

“did you slip, tiny?” you already knew the answer, judging by how his eyes were more glassy and he was more pouty than usual.

he looked down shamefully. “‘m fine. let’s go back in.” he mumbled.

you folded your arms over your chest and blocked the door. “yeah, like i’d let you back in there in your state.” you scoff.

“i needa finish that meeting! please let me back in!” he pressed, trying to shove you away from the door, but his oncoming regression episode made it hard.

“still no. come on, armin. don’t fight your headspace. besides, we both know that trying to talk any sense into those blockheads is impossible.” you reasoned.

the blonde pouts and shoots a glare up at you, a look that was the furthest thing from threatening. he looked like an angry baby bunny.

you laughed at his attempt at looking mean and pat his head. “ohh, so feisty. you gonna kick me too? step on my toes even?” you teased slightly, doing anything you can to stall him.

“don’t give me ideas. i just might.” he warns.

you quirked a brow at this and his pout went from angry to just pleading.

“please, bubba. let me back in. i’ve gotta at least end the meeting.” he begs.

finally, you surrender and step out of the way for him, watching as he wiped the tears out of his eyes and stepped back into the conference hall with a stern look on his blotchy face.

the arguing ceased promptly and everyone turned to face him and you standing beside him for emotional support.

“this meeting is adjourned.” armin announced succinctly, his voice strained has he held back a sob. he said no more, only turning back around and storming back outside.

you tailed behind, watching as he hurried off to his room, where he finally lets his guard down and his tears flow.

“b-bubba…” he managed through his heaving sobs, pawing at the front of your shirt with his shaky fists.

you promptly wrap your arms around him, one hand going to his clenched fist that balled up your shirt. “it’s okay.” you whispered, running your thumb on the back of his hand.

“eren would’ve handled that way better… i’m just a crybaby… i miss him.. i miss eren so much…” he panted tearfully.

you shook your head. “no, actually i think he would’ve killed those guys.” you pointed out, chuckling dryly.

armin swallowed and ducked his head down into your chest sheepishly. “r-right…” he mumbled. “it just… would be so much easier if he were here… if he hadn’t died. why? why did he have to go through with all of that, with becoming the founding titan… the rumbling… and get himself killed? was there really not a way we could save him? why would he become a monster… and leave me behind in this now mostly empty world?” he rambles.

it hurt your heart. to see him so emotionally torn like this physically pained you. it was no secret to you that eren loved armin, and vice versa. so you searched for a way to solace him, wracking your brain for the right thing to say, every word whirling in your mind like a cyclone. finally you came across some words you hoped would sound right coming out. “i think… he just wanted his homeland to be safe from all harm. even if that meant killing everyone else. he believed that if he eradicated all other people, then we would be free. but obviously, his idea was flawed. the people he was meant to protect didn’t want that. but there was no stopping him, aside from killing him.” you attempt to explain.

armin furrows his brows in thought. “so… eren only wan’ed to p’otect us?” he echoes back your words in the indicative tone that let you know he has let himself slip.

you looked down at the now fully regressed boy in your arms and sat him down on the edge of the bed. “that’s right, little conch. eren just wanted you to be safe.” you confirmed, indulging in his regression. “now then, tiny, you want to… change into something more comfy? curl up in bed with a stuffy and a story?” you offer, already knowing his answer would be nothing short of excited.

the blonde immediately brightened up at your words, nodding rapidly and rocking slightly from side to side. “mhm!” he hummed, getting up from the bed and standing beside you at his dresser.

he watches as you pull a selection of pajamas. they were all gifts from historia, each set customized to suit his interest in the sea, one way or another.

some pieces had sea creatures embroidered on them, others were just striped, and there were some plain blue sets as well, each a different shade. but they were all in materials that were good for armin’s texture sensitivities.

the boy felt undeserving of all of the care he’s received from others, and at first tried refusing the clothing from historia.

alas, she insisted he have the clothing.

then you came along and you both learned about his habit of slipping into a childlike mindset, notoriously while under stress and out of the public eye.

armin would realize that wearing those clothes historia gifted him would help him feel better.

and that it did for this case too.

he looked at himself in the mirror as you fixed the waistband of the shorts so there were no folds to bother him, playing with the collar of his shirt and pulling it up into his mouth to chew.

you chuckled and pulled out a brand new teether from your pocket, holding up the squishy ring for him as he ogled it with tenderness.

“dat for me?” he says just above a whisper, his voice cracking slightly.

you nodded and placed it in his hand, the blonde gazing apprehensively.

“what’s the matter?” you question.

he just stares at it unresponsive, his eyes welling up with a fresh wave of tears. “why people so nice t’ me?” he squeaks out.

another crack goes through your heart, breaking it in pieces. you immediately sought to quell his head demons by wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind, your head slotting right against his. “because you’re nice yourself. people want to remind you that you deserve to be treated nice back, my little conch.” you explained, trying to make sense to his regressed state.

your reply had him crying harder, a watery smile on his trembling lips. “bubbaaa…” he whined, rubbing his eye with the back of his fist.

“what is it, tiny?” you acknowledge his whine.

he sniffled before speaking. “i wuv dose nice people ‘oo…” he mumbled shyly, biting onto the teether now.

“the people who are truly kind to you express it in different ways, but they all have one thing in common;” you gained his attention before continuing, “that loving you is not a chore. it’s not something they have to do. those people love you by their own choice, and will do anything to prove it. such as give you gifts, do things for you, like peeling your oranges or fighting for you. they may hug you and try to make those stinky thoughts leave you be.”

armin blinked at his and your reflection, mouth slightly agape as he took your response to register in his mind, using it as ointment to those wounds inflicted on his psyche. “wuv you, bubba…” he muttered into the chewy rubber, snot running down to his lips.

you pick up a hanky to wipe it away, going gently so as not to chafe his face with the linen. “i love you too, minnie baby.” you respond, kissing his cheek softly. “life may not always be easy, but i can promise you that you’ll always be loved and cared for.”

“‘ou promise?” he gives you the sweetest puppy eyes he could muster.

and of course, who wouldn’t fold at such a sweet face? well, probably a titan. you gush and squeeze him slightly in your arms, repeatedly kissing the side of his face. “you—” kiss “are—” kiss “so—” kiss “cute!” kiss, and nuzzle against his cheek.

he giggles loudly, wrapping an arm around your neck and meekly trying to push you away by pressing lightly on your shoulder, though put no actual effort put into the act. “bubba! stahahahap! that tickles!” he laughed and whined on the same breath.

you let up then, running your hand flatly along his back, up his neck, and eventually reaching the turnoff switch that was his scalp. as soon as your fingers are laced in his thick straw blond locks, it’s over for him.

armin turns to putty in your arms once you start scratching his scalp gently, leaning into you fully and seeming boneless.

at this, you decide it was time for him to be put to bed. so, you would scoop him up and personally put him down in bed.

he’s all tucked in, his eyes droopy and his chewing on the teether slow and light. he’s definitely about to drop off.

“how about that story, sweetie?” you suggested.

he wakes up a little bit at that, perking up some like a dog asked if it wanted to go for a walk. “yes, please.” he responds.

you go over to the bookcase and select a random story from the all sea themed selection, which was a gift from commander hange before their untimely passing.

the rainbow fish was tonight’s pick.

armin now sat up in bed, hugging his fish pillow to his chest. he slightly bounced up and down on the bed, scooting over to let you sit beside him at the headboard.

you shifted into a position that was comfortable for you to read to him, and a position where he could comfortably fall asleep. then, you would read to him.

armin was utterly hypnotized by your voice, using it as a lullaby that eventually would bring him to sleep.

with him finally asleep, you kissed his temple and put the lamp out, ready to leave.

though he would whimper out in the midst of his sleep subconsciously, like he knew you were going to leave the room.

you sighed and came back to the bed. “what is it, my little conch?” you inquired.

“wanna snuggle with you…” he tells you softly.

you smiled and immediately took your boots and jacket off, untucking your button up and tank top, then stepping out of your pants and leaving just your underclothes on. once you were mostly undressed, you slip into bed beside armin, cuddling him close to your chest as you both succumbed to your slumber.

written by @littlepolyps not anyone else <3

characters belong to attack on titan: 進撃の巨人 © 2009

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heyy… how y’all doin

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little!xavier from love and deepspace.

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armin in attack on titan: junior high is so little coded do NOT @ me

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i loved this so much i hope you know

hi! can i request something with cg markiplier and a little reader who keeps fooling around while mark is recording, distracting him but staying just off-camera? and eventually he just gives up to give the reader attention and we get some soft fluff? thank you, youre awesome :D

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pairing - markiplier x reader

authors note - idk if I got mark’s speech pattern correct but I tried & hope you like it :3

tags - little!reader, cg!mark, pet names, cg!amy mentioned

Mark adjusts his headset for the fifth time in the hour he’s been recording, glancing over to the side of his filming room where you sit on the floor. There’s a perfectly good beanbag right behind you but you’ve taken to coloring across the floor, your favorite stuffies situated around you in a circle so they can color too.

Mark can’t get himself to focus on the game he’s supposed to be playing, not when you look so cute, and not when you keep flashing him beaming smiles while holding up your drawings. It’s not unusual for you to sit in the same room as Mark as he works while you’re regressed, but Mark has never had this much of an issue with being distracted by you.

Maybe his mind is just preoccupied with other things, maybe it’s the stress catching up with him, or the knowledge that the time he spends recording he could be spending time with you while you’re little- whatever the reason, he can’t keep this up.

“Mark, pst, look.” You mutter as quiet as you can as you know Mark is busy with work and you shouldn’t be bothering him. You just want to show him the drawing you’ve just finished of you stood between him and Amy with Chica and Henry at your feet.

“Very nice, little one.” Mark praises without a thought to how his camera’s still going and this footage will now be unusable. Hopefully he can re-film this all tomorrow, because for now he’s switching his camera off and saving his game.

“Don’t you gotta work?” You ask as Mark makes his way over to sit in front of you.

“It can wait. Do you want to do something aside from coloring?” He reaches to pick up the stack of drawings you’ve made in the hour you’ve been in here, sifting through to see some of them are video game characters, there’s a couple of the dogs, many of you, him, and Amy, and some miscellaneous ones he can’t place but finds cute nonetheless.

“Can we go watch Tv?” An instant nod is all Mark offers before standing and holding his hand out for you, you happily jump to take it and allow him to lead you both towards the living room where the dogs are sleeping on the couch.

“What do you wanna watch?” You both settle into the corner of the couch, Mark opening his arms so you can curl up against his chest, and your legs folding atop his to get as close as humanly possible.

“Mm, Bluey?” A small huff of a laugh leaves Mark but he nods and flips it on. You guys must’ve seen the show all the way through at least three times by now, but if it’s what you want then it’s what you’ll get.

“Thanks Mark.” You say and let your head sleepily lull against his shoulder.

“Course sweetheart.” He’d much rather lay and watch Tv with you than sit at his desk trying to engage in work he could care less about at the moment.

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they’re littles, your honor

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how it feels when you’re the first user to post in a fandom’s agere tag

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some self indulgent art of me n eren being cgs for little!armin

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thumps my forehead onto my cg’s shoulder like a cat

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The idea of Hange and Armin playing with a model train is one I will deeply cherish forever.