#💜 regression

[ryns-regression-space]

[💜] Watchin the 2018 Grinch movie!

Is really cuteee!!! 🌟

[ryns-regression-space]

[💜] super cute!!! 🥺🌟

Bucky would protecs me!!!

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

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reader has a bad dream and struggles to maintain a balance between her big self and her little self. it doesn't help that all she wants is bucky, the man she wishes to be her daddy.

note: this my first fic so please be kinds !! i hopes you likes n maybe i writes more in the futures? thankies for readings, i lubs you 🎀☁️🫶🏽💗

you were a lonely baby when bucky met you. you had your family, sure, but they weren't there for you in the way you needed them to be. you'd just had a fall out with your best friend and had began isolating yourself from everyone and everything

it wasn't until peter found you at school, crying on a park bench in the rain, that things started to change for you. that was a few months ago. under the false pretence of moving away for college, you left your family and joined peter at the avengers tower after three months.

everyone loved you the moment they met you. you were so kind, so quiet and well-mannered. just so doll-like that no one could pick a bone with you. they hadn't known you were a little, and they still didn't but they wouldn't be surprised to find out. they all protected you and cared for you like you were their own. of course, you felt very out of place considering how quickly everything had happened but they all reassured you that they enjoyed having you around more than you knew. and with peter by your side, things were okay.

the one person who was iffy about you at first was bucky. he was too scared to come close, to taint your innocence with his darkness. over time, he came to realize how similar the two of you were in different ways and he let his wall break down. he opened up to you in the slightest of ways, and so did you. your feelings of hurt and anxiety still resided in your heart, but the avengers made you feel like you finally had a home. especially bucky.

"y/n, peter, what are you still doing up?" tony asked as he barged into the boy's room.

"we're just studying for a test, mr. stark. there's a lot to cram," peter replied in a tired voice, running a hand through his hair as the only light in the room came from his laptop and the bright city outside his window.

"okay, well this isn't the time to be studying, it's 1am. go to sleep," tony looked at him sternly, ready to walk out. "tiny, you look tired. head to bed, alright?"

"y-yes, sir," you nodded softly, giving him a smile.

"goodnight, kiddos. get some rest."

peter huffed, slamming his laptop aggressively. this caused you to flinch from your seat on the bed, making him give you an apologetic smile.

"i didn't realize how late it was," he spoke quietly, moving your book out of your lap. "let's get some rest, bug."

"mkay," you shuffled under the covers and made room for him to come in beside you. peter turned on the night light he kept for you in these instances before sliding into bed, opening his mouth to say something when he noticed the pout on your face.

"what's wrong?"

"i don't have squiggles."

"i got you," he tried easing your worries, pulling you into his chest. "you're safe with me, now close your eyes y/n/n."

"thank you, petey. goodnight."

--

"stop! where's my bucky? where's my daddy? i want him!" you shouted at the man in front of you.

"he's not coming back for you. he's gone, you're all alone like you always have been."

"i wan' him back," you cried, looking around through the foggy crowd of people around you. you didn't know where you were or who you were talking to, but you felt so alone and unsafe.

"you're alone now, y/n. nobody's coming to find you. you're trapped."

--

you woke up to heavy breaths, jolting upwards as you forced yourself awake. you were shaking like a leaf, heart beating rapidly against your chest as you looked down at peter who was sleeping soundly.

"wan' bucky," you whispered through tears, clutching the blanket to your chest. you were feeling so little right now, so scared and vulnerable.

you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to go bother or disturb him. the man rarely ever slept, but what if this time he was? you couldn't do it. but staring at the clock that read 3:14am, you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

he always told you to come to him whenever you needed him. you never did for fear of wasting his precious time but surely he wouldn't mind, if he wasn't asleep at least. you took a deep breath, using the back of your hands to wipe away the stray tears you didn't know had fallen. you carefully hopped over peter's sleeping frame and quietly made your way out of his room.

the hall was dark, making you let out a quiet whimper. your fingers clawed at your neck as you took shallow breaths, wishing you were holding squiggles right now for comfort. he always knew how to cheer you up.

"miss. l/n, you appear to be in distress. shall i alert mr. barnes?" F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice boomed, causing you to jump out of your skin.

"n-no, no, no. F.R.I.D.A.Y, b-be quiet. you'll wake everyone ups," you whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry, ms. l/n, it appears mr. barnes is already on his way."

"w-what?" your eyes widened, looking around as you heard heavy footsteps walking towards you.

your eyes cracked with tears as you couldn't see a thing, reminding you of your scary dream as a quiet sob made its way out of your mouth.

"hey, y/n/n, don't worry. you're okay, everything's okay, love," you heard the familiar voice.

"b-bucky, you here?" you asked the dark abyss, pulling your thumb into your mouth.

"hun, i'm right here. i'm walking towards you," bucky replied, not missing a beat. his voice didn't sound tired at all. in fact, he sounded more awake than ever.

as he reached you, he heard the little sounds coming from you and his heart ached. he carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump and cry.

"plum, it's just me—"

you quickly ran into his arms and he held your quivering frame tight to his chest. you didn't want to speak, not in the hall where anyone could find you. you wanted to go to his room and let everything out, tell him all your fears and get the reassurance you so dearly needed.

"shh, shh. you're okay, my love, you're alright. i'm right here, i'm not leaving," he comforted, lifting you into his arms and taking you to his bedroom.

he locked the door behind him and sat on the bed, running a soft hand down your back as your tears soaked the skin on his neck.

"what happened, bug? what's got you so worked up?" he asked quietly, pulling you out of his chest.

you made a sound of disapproval before shoving your head back into the crook of his neck, just needing to be close to him.

"okay, okay. that's okay you can stay there," he rocked you slowly. "but can you please be the good girl i know you are and tell me what's wrong?"

you hiccupped, nodding your head. "t-the.. the guy t-took me.. n.. n you was gone!"

you balled his shirt in your fist, sobbing so hard your chest began to hurt. "was— was all 'lones n he.. he saids you wasn't gonna come backs."

"aw, my love," it clicked that you had a bad dream, the hurt in your voice tugging at his heartstrings. "i'm right here, i promise you i'll always find you wherever you are."

"was s-so scareds d.. da.. mm," you shook your head and stopped, finally taking the moment to actually realize where you were. you were with bucky, you couldn't call him daddy. but you were safe, no one was going to take him away from you and he wasn't going to leave you.

"thought.. thought you were g-gones," your voice cracked at the memory. a string of snot clung to his shirt through your cries and you wanted to laugh but you couldn't.

he kissed the top of your head, deciding again to try to get you to peak out from your hiding spot. he cupped your face in his hands, observing your red and teary eyes. he wiped the tears away softly before kissing both your cheeks as you hiccupped again. your lips were plump from the crying, and he continued looking down to notice scratches on the skin of your collarbone.

he'd have to talk to you about that in the morning, but for now he needed to get you back to sleep.

"you need a tissue," he mumbled, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing one. he placed it on your nose. "blow."

you listened like you always do, silent wetness still dripping from your cheeks but they were beginning to slow down. he through out the tissue after humming in satisfaction. his hands moved down to your neck, using his thumbs to rub soft circles under your ears as you sniffled. it felt good, really good. you closed your eyes, his touch being more than enough to bring you back down to earth.

"you feeling a little better, baby?"

"mhm," you nodded, wiping your face aggressively. "m sorry."

"no, no. don't ever be sorry. you're okay, my baby's alright. bucky's here, you'll never be alone, hm? it's all going to be okay," he pulled you back into his chest, cradling your head ever so gently.

"t-thank you, bubby."

he smiled at the nickname. "no thank you's. now, lets get the little one back to sleep, how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you whispered.

"good girl," he turned off the lamp by his bedside table and got himself into bed with you clinging to him like a koala bear.

he simply chuckled as you looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he could feel your heart beating against his chest, it was still a bit quick but not as fast as it was before which was a good sign. no more words were spoken from you but he kept uttering words of reassurance until your breathing slowed. his delicate voice and the feeling of his hand tapping your side lulled you to sleep in no time.

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Headcanons

☆Yandere prototype x teen reader☆

Tw: infantilization, yandere behavior, stalking, manipulation.

• let’s first start off on how you would meet the prototype let’s say you arrived at playcare in search of your missing friends, who have been missing for a few weeks now, they have been last seen going here so that’s what you think you should start your search for them.

・Once you enter playtime co. You encounter huggy wuggy, who starts to hunt after you, after successfully escaping you come across poppy and accidentally free her.

• then chapter 2 events occur between you and mommy longs and that’s when you get in contact with kissy missy and poppy and form an alliance with them to stop the feral toys and the prototype.

・then chapter 3 events occur when you get into contact with Ollie/ the prototype that’s when the yandere tendencies start to really pick up.

• you see you don’t know Ollie is the prototype in disguise using his many voices to trick you into trusting him, which works of course for you and poppy, the thing is he just though of you as another playing thing a first, a naive child trying to be the hero in the horrors in this factory, it amuses him of how naive you could be.

・truly it was so easy to get you to trust him just with a play phone! But some part of him feels guilty ler say for taking advantage of a child like you. Your just trying to survive like everyone else

・the longer he communicates with you the more he starts to grow fond of you. You really do still have that child like innocence to you. Just like the orphans.

・but when he finds out about yarnby and the doctor attacking you to say he's pissed is an understatement he's furious. He doesn't know why he feels so protective over you but he can't stop.

・so he does what any sane person would do an lures you to him in th false sense of security that he needs your help an of course Polly and kissy Missy blissfully unaware allows you to go help Ollie Aka him.

・well your literally walking into his trap right where he wants you! And once he get his hands in you he will never let you go! Don't worry he will us catnaps sleeping gass to make sure your docile and don't out up to much of a fight.

・but he would never ever hurt you and he will make sure no one does and hell make sure the doctor knows that as well and abides by it. Because all in all he truly controls this place not the doctor no matte how arrogant the man is.

・so please don't scream or cry or put up a fight I know his appreance i want th most pleasing but he promises to take care of you! Your a baby after all! You shouldn't even be here it's dangerous but don't worry he will always protect you.

And you'll never leave him ever

[agedre-kitty]

Twilight Sparkle Stimboard!

i love space themed stuff, drink stims and purple so this one was rlly fun to do <3

💜 🌙 💜/🌙 💜/🌙 💜 🌙

Dni: lgbt+ exclusionists, r/adfems, ns/fw, e/d, s/h or discourse blogs, pr0ship, anti-agere/petre/sfw cglre or if you call people cringe because of their interests.

[impish-baby]

Oc intro: Clara, yandere mother - 💜

It's hard being a working woman and taking care of a household, but Clara has done her best. Her children are... well enough, all things considered. She's bathed, clothed, and fed them all these years. They should be grateful. They've had a roof over their heads, and they can still live at home rent-free. That's more than some kids can say!

Her oldest don't really talk to her, and that's fine. They're just young and don't understand. She can wait out whatever tantrum the twins are throwing. They'll get over it eventually, they always did when they were younger. Her middle son has some behavioral issues, but no child can be perfect. Jaiden still does his best, thats all she can ask for even if the boy is prickly at times. (Thankfully, the fighting phase stopped in high school...) Her youngest has never stirred up any trouble, at least.

....come to think of it, she hasn't seen you around lately. Usually, you're in the common areas of the house, hovering around like a fly. But Clara doesn't recall seeing you this morning. Huh.. When she checks your room it only brings more questions than answers. It's... a mess. Not the normal kind of mess you might expect from a teenager or young adult, no, the room is partially trashed.

Drawers are ripped from the dresser, posters are torn off of the wall, it's like a tornado happened. Clara stands in the doorway for a very very long time, barely processing what she's looking at. it's completely unlike her youngest to leave anything a reck. Especially one that looks like it was done in a rage.. so where are you?

There isn't any sign of where you could be or when you're coming back. It's concerning. She's sure you didn't run off, you know better. The twins at least said goodbye and properly packed their things before leaving. But other than the mess, the room is practically untouched. Clara's lip is raw by the time she snaps herself out of the stupor she was in, bending down to pick up a shattered picture frame after a moment. She.. didn't know you had this. The photo is old, back when all of her children were still living at home. It's probably the last time everyone took a photo together..

....when was the last time she actually saw you? She can't seem to recall the last conversation she had with you or how long your hair is, and the more Clara thinks about it, the more troubling it gets. Why didn't she notice your absence sooner? Did you run? Where to? With basically nothing besides the clothes on your back? Darling..

[ryns-regression-space]

[💜] wait omg!! Colorin wif Bucky sound fun!!!

luv this!!!!!

i just saw requests are open so sorry if it’s too late to ask!!!

could i request something along the lines of Daddy!Stucky with a little who loves coloring/drawing/crafts and Steve usually does them with the reader cause he’s artsy but he’s not home so she asks Bucky to do it with her, but he’s not artsy so he’s hesitant but he obviously still does it cause that’s his baby. And it turns out he’s really good at it and has tons of fun

(sorry i just kinda word dumped i hope that made sense)

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Masterpiece

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Okay, first of all can we just appreciate this gif??? he looks so pretty & squishy & i just wanna kiss him all over hehehe 💕 anyways i really really love this idea!!! and i had a lot of fun writing it! :D so i hope you have a good time reading it 💕

When it came to artistry, your daddy was your idol. Steve had been drawing since he was very young, very long ago, and so he was rather good at it. You loved to color alongside him, each drawing the same subject and comparing your masterpieces when you were finished. You were so mesmerized by the way he intuitively connected one line with another, visualizing the whole picture in his head as he brought it to life on the paper. Steve always told you that yours was better, and even though you knew he had to say that because he was your daddy, the compliment still made you beam. 

You’d recently gotten a brand new sketchbook, and you were hopping with excitement to fill it up with art. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did as you tumbled out of bed was grab your bucket of markers in one hand, sketchbook in the other as you sprinted out to the living room. You scanned the room for Steve, drinking his morning coffee on the couch like he usually was. But he wasn’t there today. Instead, Bucky was on the couch, and he looked up from his book as you burst into the room.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” he said with a loving smile. “Where dada?” You asked, your artistic tunnel vision making you ignore your Baba completely. “Well hello to you too,” Bucky said with a cheeky grin. “Daddy’s gotta work today, so you’re stuck with me, muffin!”

“Oh, okay.” You said, putting down your art supplies and joining Bucky on the couch. You tried to hide your disappointment - you loved spending time with Bucky after all - but you’d been so looking forward to drawing with Steve that day. “What’s wrong, doll, don’t you like me?” Bucky joked.

“Of course! But… wanted to draw.” You replied, whispering the last part. It was no secret that Steve was the one you always drew with, and Bucky played the role of a high end art dealer or a museum curator when you were ready to display your work. You’d never drawn with him, and you weren’t opposed to it, but it just wasn’t something you were used to. “Well I could try to draw with you if you’ll let me, sugar.” Bucky suggested, hoping to still salvage your perfect day. 

“Really?” You asked.

“Sure! In fact, why don’t you teach me how, since you’re the one who’s good at all this art stuff.”

That about changed everything. You were more than eager to teach your Baba a new skill, feeling quite proud of yourself being the highest authority on art in the family now that Steve was away. You tore a page out of your sketchbook and placed it on the coffee table in front of Bucky. Then, grinning mischievously, you dumped your bucket of markers out onto the table. Bucky’s eyes widened at the mess, knowing it would more than likely be him cleaning it up when you were finished, but this was simply part of your artistic process.

“It's good to have all the colors in front of you so you know which one to use next!” You explained.

Bucky didn’t see why you couldn’t have all the markers in front of you in the bucket, but he decided it was best not to argue with an expert. You picked up your first color, dark green, and motioned for your Baba to do the same. You’d easily decided on a simple topic for his first picture, something simple. A scene in the park. It had all the components of a classic coloring picture: trees, grass, birds, butterflies, and anything else your heart desired. 

Once you explained the concept to Bucky, the two of you got to work. Your face down, you were laser focussed on your own artwork. You never once popped your little head up to check on Bucky’s progress. The same couldn’t be said for him, however. Your Baba glanced over every few minutes, smiling to himself at your concentrated face, tongue poking slightly out of your lips as you determinedly colored in each blade of grass and tree leaf. If only he could get you to focus this hard on cleaning your room. Only when you’d finally completed your work did you break your concentration, setting down your final marker with a flourish as you looked up expectantly at Bucky, waiting for the praises to start.

But something caught your eye.

Bucky’s sheet of paper, sitting just in front of him on the table, was an explosion of colors. Abstract shapes swirled into the familiar forms of trees and flowers, but only when you squinted. The sky was purple, the grass was red, the trees burst with fiery orange leaves. Your brow furrowed; this art was gorgeous, but it made no sense. 

“You drawed that?” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah, you like it, babydoll?” Bucky asked proudly.

“It's so pretty and crazy!” You said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Bucky chuckled. “Is that a good thing?”

You nodded eagerly, not wanting him to think you were insulting his talent. 

“How did you even think of that, Baba?” You asked, shocked at his unconventional approach. It had never occurred to you to portray things in a way other than what you considered normal. Bucky had opened a whole new world for you. 

“I don’t really know, it just came to me.” He replied modestly. “Do you wanna try?”

Bucky offered up a clean sheet of paper to you.

When Steve came home a few hours later, he wasn’t greeted at the door as usual with a kiss from Bucky and you jumping into his arms. Normally your absence would make his heart race, but it only took him a minute to turn the corner and see the two of you, his husband and his precious baby, working hard together over a piece of paper. A rainbow rendition of Steve’s famous shield, the star in the center made up of tiny swirls and dots. He already knew he’d treasure this masterpiece forever.

[star-struck-wonderland]

Orange and Purple Sister Outfit Boards!

For @collector-of-sticks and me💜

[ryns-regression-space]

[💜] Watchin Cinderella live action!!! It my fav Cinderella!!! 🥺🌟

[noturlondonboy]

you request someone asks you about cg!bishova? well, i'm here to ask about it.

would autistic!yelena be an age regressor? how would that work in their dynamic? would it correlate to her red room trauma and how (eg. odd routines from the age she regresses to)? what about kate as a caregiver? how would she react to first finding out about it in the first place? how would yelena drop to a little headspace? how often does it happen and who does she feel comfortable doing it around?

(feel free not to reply to the questions btw! i just like to put them there as kind of a 'structure' for easier / more specific answers. i personally really dislike when i'm given a very vague ask with no details lol.)

- the one and only, 💜. i should start paying rent for living in your ask box...

I absolutely love that you gave me so many options in way of questions and topics to answer, it’s always harder to answer an ask when it’s too vague so I totally get you on that part!

I do want to preface this but reiterating that I’m very new to the agere and petre community. I’m still learning as I go about myself and how I fit into this new personal aspect I’ve discovered. I would absolutely love to hear anyone’s thoughts on agere!bishova and cg!Bishova in my inbox or in the comments and reblogs :)

To any littles reading, this is my big blog and I do post/reblog nsfw content, so please be mindful when navigating through it.

-yes, autistic!Yelena is an age regressor. (I have thoughts about petre!kate too, but that’s a different story. Someone feel free to bomb my inbox.)

-Yelena’s little age is 3-6, correlating to her time in Ohio before the Red Room

-age regression is not something Yelena is familiar with in any way. She has dropped into Little Space several times once free from the Red Room, but has never understood what it is or what’s happening and has frankly been a little freaked out by it.

-the first time she slips into Little Space while she and Kate are dating, she stays far away from her girlfriend out of panic and fear of Kate’s reaction. She still doesn’t understand what’s happening to her and has no idea how to express to Kate what she wants and needs and how she’s feeling.

-it takes a little bit for Kate to catch on that something is up, but once she realizes, she watches carefully to try to figure out what’s going on. They’re babysitting Wanda’s twins one night when Yelena slips without really realizing, the comforting weight of Kate’s arms around her shoulder, a toddler in her lap, and a Bluey episode on the screen all mixing together with the strain of the day to pull her under.

-Billy tries talking to her about the brightly colored characters on the screen, which is when Yelena realizes she’s slipped. Her initial response is the same panic, but Kate sees what’s happening and holds her close, rubbing her arm and whispering soothingly to her to help her calm down, and Yelena melts into her, cuddling Billy close like she might a stuffie (he’s all for it, he loves to snuggle. Auntie Lena is warm and comforting)

-she stays in little space the entire evening, and is still deep when Wanda and Natasha pick the boys up. Kate knows a little more about age regression and sort of puts two and two together, but decides to talk to Yelena about it later, and just takes care of her the rest of the night. Yelena doesn’t talk very much, she’s shy and embarrassed, but Kate is perceptive and they take a quiet bath before changing into soft, matching pjs and cuddling in bed with the dogs.

-it takes a couple conversations for Kate to land on age regression, and she helps Yelena do some research online, looking through posts and essays and researches done and made by others. It takes her a while to come around to the idea, and during that transition period, she tries not to feel little at all, but the stress just builds and builds until she gives in when Kate suggests helping her regress to feel better and have a safe space.

-Kate does a ton of her own research on how to be a caregiver, and connects with people in the community online to talk with others and learn more.

-it’s a slow progression, but eventually Yelena is almost 100% comfortable with her regression, and Kate is her safe place. She texts her the moment she feels herself slipping at any time.

-they got home one day from picking out little gear for Yelena at the store when Natasha comes to visit, and her initial reaction to it is to think that they’ve decided to have a baby or adopt

-it’s a bit of an awkward conversation, but one that Yelena does want to have. Kate gets everything put away while they talk, but once Yelena has explained and Natasha asks a few questions, all she does is tell Yelena that she always here for her. (She also re-threatens Kate and makes sure she’s taking care of her sister)

-I haven’t decided if Yelena calls Kate mama or papa while she’s regressed. Thoughts?

-Yelena age regressing does not negatively impact her relationship with Kate in any way. It takes Kate some time to learn how to be the caregiver that Yelena needs, but they learn together.

[ryns-regression-space]

Angel'd be a great cg!!!!! This so sweet!!! 🥺😭

As I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Regressor!Reader, caregiver!Angel Dust

Words: 1,300

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

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

for @polkadottedpie!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Angel?” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, little bean.”

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

“Feelin’ sleepy?”

“Mm.”

“Would you like another song?”

“Mmhmm.”

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

[kels-pillow-fort]

HAIIII !!!

My name is Kel !! And I'm a fictive of hs Kel from OMORI!!! :3

MAIN BLOG !!! @nightlight-sys HERO'S BLOG !!! @heros-bug-collection (My CG!!) AKIO'S BLOG !!! @space-and-foxes (Friend!!) SILLY'S BLOG !!! @sadsillybilly (Friend!!)

Bodily minor (teen)

WE'RE PRO ENDO AND WILLO AND GOOD FAITH IDENTITIES!!! ANTI ENDOS/WILLOS AND ANTI GOOD FAITH SHOO!!!

I'm 12yo insys and an age regressor!! This is my agere blog :> I can't say what ages I regress to bc it doesn't feel right to put it in a little box... my regress ages are too nuanced to give specifics!!

I'm aaa boy!! He/him

I'm uhh dog alterhuman but don't wanna label it any more specific, I'm just a puppi :3 And I'm aroace!!! And also hypersexual due to trauma... might post about that here but it will be tagged #cw hypersexuality :>

Ex-radqueer also >:P Still occasionally struggle with urges to go back there :< BUT I DO NOT SUPPORT!!

This blog will prolly have bursts of activity and inactivity since I'm not always in front or have the energy to post !!

Sourcemates & doubles can interact w me its fine !! Just don't be weird about me ><

ALSO I REALLY REALLY LIKE KIRBY HEHE!!!

Ummm BYF & DNI & userboxes under cut!!!

BYF!!

This may be an agere blog but I use swear words!!! Be warned!!

I LIKE COLORED TEXT AND !!CAPS LOCK!! AND BOLD TEXT AND I WONT BE ADDING ACCESSIBILITY THINGS DUE TO FATIGUE IF THIS IS AN ISSUE FOR YOU LEAVE!!!!!! Leave for your own comfort :3

Might reblog bug things because Hero !!! And won't trigger tag them !!!

Vent tag is #Vent 💔 so block that if you don't wanna see vents!

DNI!!

Full DNI on our main blog but here's a short one :3

Basic criteria

Transid, radqueer, and supporters

Proshippers

Demonize ANY disorders

Anti good faith identities, anti alterhuman, anti endos, anti willos

If you think Kel from OMORI isn't traumatized, you think of him as a joke, or you think he's stupid/a moron

Demonize, hate, or sexualize ANY of the OMORI cast, including sexualizing the adults

USERBOXES !! >w<

Userboxes by @sweetpeauserboxes, @plural-this-user-is, @genicpunk, and @highway-userboxes !!

[angelcakez]

cg!namjoon [🐨]

🌱discovered your regression by total accident, he walked in on you coloring with a paci in your mouth

☕️was so apologetic about it, he was super embarrassed

☁️"im so sorry! i did NOT see anything, ill leave now and ill erase this from my memory!"

🎧you grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him leave, he finally sat down and you handed him some crayons

🌱just accepted it after freaking out, now he's your personal body guard and will NOT let anyone talk badly about you, in any way.

☕️he handles tantrums so well. gently gets you to sit down and breathe, then talks you through how you're feeling.

☁️"shhh, i know. it's not fair, i understand. but we don't throw things, do we? no, we don't. why don't we take a few minutes to regulate our emotions, then we can address this and work on a solution."

🎧always comes up with silly dances that go along with tasks for you to do.

🌱is strict with rules, but not mean about it. keeps you on your schedule, and makes sure you're being kind to yourself and others.

☕️king of sticker charts. namjoon loves being organized, and he knows that sticker charts help you to keep organized. he is always coming home with new stickers for you to use.

☁️loves listening to you. whether you're babbling about a cartoon you like, telling him about your plushies and toys, or just rambling about your day; namjoon loves to listen.

🎧he's not very good at drawing, but he loves to leave doodles on sticky notes for you. it's common to wake up with a sticky note on your face with one of namjoon's drawings.

this was totally inspired by @quinnysnursery !! go check them out because they are awesome!!

[ryns-regression-space]

luv this!!!! ☺️🩷

Mike would make 'mazing cg!!! 🥺

Ok that Caregiver Mike Drabble was actually sooo adorable! and if your taking requests it would be adrobes too see just a regular day where Cg Mike is just taking care of Little Reader like he realizes she ( or gender-Neutral reader ) regressed and just makes her feel comfortable yk ? Anyways you don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable with it and I wish you a fabulous day/night ! 💜💜

HIII tysm for reading ^_^ here’s a lil drabble for u and I hope u enjoy and have the best day/night too <3 (sorry it’s so late btw :( I have been in a horrible writing slump)

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You and Mike Schmidt lived together with his little sister, Abby. It was nice having roommates who you got along with and to share utility bills with. Mike also had a car and didn’t mind driving you anywhere you needed to go, already used to Abby’s asking.

And it didn’t hurt that Mike was one of the sweetest people you had ever met. It wasn’t easy for him to show it, usually relying on his actions to convey when he cared for someone. You didn’t even mind his temper flaring up occasionally, knowing exactly how to calm him down whenever his hackles were risen. You two fit together perfectly.

One of the ways Mike showed he cared for you was through helping you with one of your coping mechanisms, age regression. You had a rough childhood and a therapist had suggested the method to hopefully live a happier one. When you occasionally regressed, Mike acted as a caregiver for you.

One such instance occurred when you two were home alone and Abby was at school. Neither of you had work and so you both sat in front of the television, just watching the cartoons that Abby had left on. It hasn’t even occurred to you that you might slip into littlespace because of what was playing.

So it just made sense when you flopped into Mike’s lap, surprising him, and said, “Mikeyyyyy, ‘m bored.” He stared at you for a second and then it suddenly clicked for him. “What do you want to do, baby?” He asked softly, using a tone and a gentle smile he reserved just for you and Abby.

“I’m hungry but I also wanna color.” You pouted, burying your head in Mike’s neck. He raised one of his hands and ran his fingers through your slightly messy hair as best he could. “Why don’t we get you some of Abby’s coloring supplies and you can color while I make you something to eat?” You nodded quickly and unlatched yourself from your caregiver, letting him pick you up and put you back on the couch so he could get up.

Mike went into Abby’s room and grabbed some paper, markers, and crayons for you to borrow, knowing it would be okay with his little sister. You didn’t have many of your own little things because they could be pretty expensive. So instead, you used Abby’s.

The older man came back into the living room and set you up with your things on the coffee table. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you began drawing, retreating into the kitchen so he could start on your food. You were pretty fond of mac ‘n cheese so he started with that.

In a few minutes, your food was ready and Mike brought it out to you. “It’s still hot so be careful, okay honey?” He reminded you, pushing your hair out of your face slightly. You nodded and smiled. “T‘ank you!” You chirped, continuing to color even after he set the food down.

Mike sat on the couch behind you whilst you colored and eventually began eating. He shuffled around and pulled his hoodie sleeves up, revealing a few scrunchies and hair ties on his wrist. He had begun wearing them as Abby routinely wanted her hair up but always forgot her own. So using one of the many hair accessories he had, he began to put your hair up in a ponytail as best as he could.

You giggled and brushed some loose hairs out of your own face. “T’ank you.” You repeated and Mike smiled at your manners. “Of course. Now I can see your pretty face, baby.” He then kissed the top of your head before sitting back into the couch, continuing to watch the television whilst simultaneously keeping an eye on you.

He loved you with all his heart and was always there to made sure you felt comfortable.

[oaks-tiny-time]

Ultra magnus caregiver headcanons?

I dont know much about him personally, but I'll try my best to do justice by him. However I love his design, I have a figure of him! There's never enough Transformers Agere posts. -Oak

▪︎Ultra Magnus caregiver headcanons!▪︎

▪︎- before he became your caregiver, Ultra magnus didn't think much about age regression. He knew about it, but he didn't have any strong opinions on it.

▪︎- that was until he saw you regressed. He was shocked at first, but he couldn't stop himself from feeling protective.

▪︎- Ultra Magnus quickly became your caregiver, but it was never actually said between you two. He just became a constant figure in your regressions, he claimed it was because you needed someone to protect you in such a vulnerable state.

▪︎- the first moment that it was ever acknowledged was the first time you gave him a nickname title... whether it was papa, dada or something else didn't matter to him, you could call him whatever you wanted. All that mattered to him was that you trusted him enough to want him as you caregiver.

▪︎- Ultra Magnus is good with all kinds of regressors. if you use pacifiers, stuffies, coloring books or have any other little supplies, he would keep them in a drawer in his office. He always wanted you to enjoy your time regressing, even if he couldn't have his full attention on you.

▪︎- Untra Magnus loves holding you in his lap while he does paperwork, it's one of the only times you'll see a smile on his face while he's working.

▪︎- if you're an autobot, he's always scared when you're on solo missions. Usually he worms himself into them, but you tell him not to he'll back off.

▪︎- if you're a decepticon, be knows you can handle your own. He just worries that the other autobots will find out about you.

▪︎- if you're human, Ultra Magnus loves carrying you around. Sometimes he would even cuddle you as Minimus

▪︎- overall a very loving and protective caregiver, he would love to buy you stuffies.

Halloween headcanons!

▪︎- At first, Ultra Magnus doesn't understand the human celebration. However he wants to make you happy, so he plays along.

▪︎- the sight of your smile causes him to warm up to the holiday. if something as trivial as this can make you happy, then it must be worth it.

▪︎- even though he can't take you trick or treating, you have fun in other ways. He'd gather other members of the lost light and they'd all tell scary stories and share energon snacks... but Ultra Magnus makes sure it's never too scary.

▪︎- Ultra Magnus makes sure you don't eat too much candy, he doesn't want you to have a stomachache.

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Okay y’all I’m sorry but I’m a big fan of epic so here’s some odyssey platonic Headcanons before I post Yandere cult!

• well Odysseus met you during the Ithaca saga you were in the palace as one of the many servants when the bloodshed took place. You unlucky came across one of the hallways were Odysseus mercilessly killed one of the many suitors in the palace, of course you not recognizing him, since you have never seen the king before, you were shell shocked to say the least.

• you just froze their taking in the scene as you tremble in anxiety and fear as you dropped the laundry you were carrying to dry, Odysseus takes note of your prescene having never seen you before, he scans over your figure realizing you are no older than maybe 14 or 15, with that he lets his tense shoulders let loose as he carefully approachs you with a soft gaze, which causes you to back up in fear of being killed, but he’s quicker as he puts his arms around your shoulder and pushes you into a hug.

•which then leads to you crying fearfully as he shushes you like a baby carefully cradling your face, muttering along the lines of”it’s going to be okay don’t worry I won’t hurt you baby.” He coos

• you see Odysseus has been away from home for 20 years havung witnessed so much death and destruction and suffering it’s like a refreshing thing to see someone as young as you, that their is still innocence and good in this word and he plans on to protect till his last breath

• we all know Odysseus is pretty much Yandere for his wife and his son but with you in the mix makes him even more protective it doesn’t matter of your statues if your mortal or not all he wants ti do to protect you and his family which he will till his last breath

Good luck 👍

[impish-baby]

Hey, could I have more HIWTHI content please? Possibly with them finding out reader would write in their journal a lot, possibly hinting towards reader having large amounts of self worth issues, and instead of them leaving because no one notices them, reader left because they feel like a burden?

I’m particularly interested in Marcus and the twins reacting.

Also, please make sure to take care of yourself. I love all of your writing, but no one will ever blame you for taking a break. Also, please stay hydrated.

-🌙

👀 close to something that would happen canonically actually!!

HIWTHI cast's reaction to reader's journal

(Trigger warnings: reader's struggles with self worth, mentioned/referenced suicide)

Marcus feels like a complete and utter failure as a father. No matter how cold or stern he is with his children, he does love all of them with everything in him. So the fact that you feel like a burden? That you felt like a waste of space in your own home? He hangs his head in shame.

Doesn't even bother with asking why you didn't speak up, he's well aware that this is his own shortcoming. It's his fault, that's the simple truth of the matter.

Once you are back home, you're required to start therapy. He'll even let you do in person instead of online if you promise to actually give it a shot, Marcus legitimately wants (needs) you to get better. He has no delusions of their being an overnight change, and so he tries to go at your pace.

There's lots of long conversations, firm reminders that you are loved and of value no matter what. Especially at night, he'll sit at the end of your bed and tell you how much you mean to him. He'd go on until he's blue in the face if that's what it takes for you to believe his words.

Clara refuses to believe what she's read for a long while. She knows it's real, she has the proof held in her hands. Just... her child, her baby, was struggling with almost the same thing she was. And she didn't know. She didn't know and now they're gone.

If she wasn't worried about reader before, she's actually terrified now. The worst outcome is going through her mind, because really, what was stopping you from doing something dangerous? Clara is constantly eyeing the news, fear eating her alive.

The next time she sees you, you're getting the tightest hug. The woman sobbing into your shoulder, thanking whatever higher being that her baby is safe.

You aren't allowed to have sharp objects, unportioned medication, or anything that could be used to harm one's self anymore. Clara doesn't care, she's not leaving a chance. She knows what it's like being in that state of mind. She'll be dammed if she doesn't start acting like a mother should and protecting her child.

Jack is bawling his eyes out right away. The pen ink in your diary smudging as his tears hit the paper. You...oh god..

He feels like the shitiest person on earth, he doesn't deserve to call himself an older brother. He knew Jaiden had his struggles, and now this..

He pockets the journal. Jack reads it as some form of punishment. You suffered with this, he'll suffer with it too. When you're back home, he's trying his best to include you in everything.

Movie nights, board games, he comes up with anything and everything so you can spend time together. See? He has fun with you, he likes hanging out with you, you aren't a burden..

Theo feels bitter, resentful. At your parents, at themselves, at the fact that you felt that way. His resolve to find you becomes ten times stronger, there isn't a single doubt in their mind that you need to come home.

Much like Marcus, they'll affirm how much you're loved and wanted any chance they get. Theo cages you in their arms and mumbles praises for what feels like forever. They'll even go into morbid detail about how everyone fell apart while you were gone just to prove how needed you are.

Jaiden is tempted to rip the pages out. He goes through a rollercoaster of emotions.

At first, he's pissed. That you didn't say anything, that you didn't do anything to get help, that you just sat there and felt fucking miserable for years-

He's ashamed. Deeply, deeply ashamed.

It feels.. awkward between you. Jaiden stares constantly, like he's never seen you before. When he finally breaks down sobbing, he's willing to beg at your feet if you'd forgive him for being such a horrible big brother