#CG Answer

[littleprincessbug4]

Any pics of you in baby diapers?

There are lots more where that came from! hehe (and plenty more to come!!) 🧸💕

more here...

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Our Baby.

Best Friends!Wandanat x little!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are best friends who have always only been that, but when you come crashing into their lives and take on the roles of caregiver will their relationship deepen?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of stress and being overwhelmed, caregiver/regressor, fluffy, comfort

Authors note: I saw a post about two best friends being caregivers for someone and this happened sooooo let me know if you want more

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Wanda and Natasha had been inseparable for years. The two women were practically extensions of one another, sharing a bond so deep that they didn’t think anyone could ever come between them. That is, until you came crashing into their lives—quite literally.

It had been a particularly hectic day in the city. You were rushing down the sidewalk, juggling your tote bag and a stack of books, when you collided headlong into two very sturdy figures. Hot liquid splashed everywhere, the unmistakable aroma of coffee filling the air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately dropping your things to grab napkins from your bag. You looked up, your wide, apologetic eyes meeting two startled, but intrigued, gazes.

Wanda smiled gently, already sensing the warmth and innocence radiating from you. “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Natasha, on the other hand, smirked, brushing coffee from her leather jacket. “You’ve got quite the impact for someone so small.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you continued to stammer apologies, your hands nervously twisting the napkins. Something about their presence was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. It felt… safe, somehow.

That moment sparked the beginning of something neither Wanda nor Natasha had anticipated. They’d initially invited you out to lunch to reassure you that everything was fine. But one lunch turned into several, and soon, the two heroines found themselves eagerly waiting for your next meeting. You were sweet, playful, and endearing in a way they couldn’t quite describe.

Wanda and Natasha hadn’t immediately noticed your little tendencies. You were so good at masking that even they, two of the most observant people you’d ever met, didn’t put it all together right away. But over time, the signs began to show.

It started with little things. Like the time you fell asleep on their couch during a movie night. Wanda, ever the caregiver, went to drape a blanket over you and froze mid-motion. Your thumb was tucked in your mouth, and you were suckling softly in your sleep. She didn’t say anything at first, but the sight stuck with her.

Then there was your choice of drinkware. You always seemed to have colorful tumblers with cartoon characters on them. Wanda thought they were cute, but Natasha couldn’t help but tease you about your “sippy cups.” You only giggled nervously, brushing it off as something you just liked.

The biggest hint came the first time they asked you to spend the night unexpectedly. They could see the hesitation in your face before you shyly asked, “Can I go home to grab something first? I, um, I need my stuffie to sleep.” You didn’t elaborate, but they saw the soft blush dusting your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. Natasha, being Natasha, simply smirked and said, “Of course, detka. Everyone needs their comforts.”

But the moment of clarity came on a particularly stressful day for you. It had been weeks of mounting pressure from college—assignments, deadlines, and social obligations piling up until you couldn’t take it anymore. You showed up at their apartment in tears, unable to mask how overwhelmed you felt.

Wanda had just opened the door when you pushed past her, pacing in the living room. “Ish no fair!” you cried, your voice higher-pitched and trembling. “They ep ivin me too mush stuffs, an I an’t do it! I an’t—I no wanna!”

Wanda blinked, stunned for a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, stepping closer. “Baby, hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She gently guided you to the couch, her soothing voice and soft hands calming you just enough to sit down.

But as you tried to explain what was wrong, the words tumbled out in a way that surprised even you. “Ish so dumb! olege is too hard, an I just wan loler or wash toons. I no wan do big peoples stuff!” you wailed, curling up with your stuffie tightly clutched to your chest.

Natasha, who had been watching quietly, crouched in front of you. Her sharp, calculating gaze softened as she reached out to hold your hand. “Woah, those are some really big things to deal with, little one,” she said gently, her tone surprisingly tender. “Way too big for you to be thinking about, don’t you think?”

Wanda nodded, sitting beside you and rubbing your back. “Exactly. Mama and Daddy are here to take care of the big stuff, okay? You just focus on being our sweet little girl.”

You sniffled, looking up at them with wide, watery eyes. “Really?”

Natasha smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Really. Let us handle it. You just stay small for us, alright?”

That was the day things changed. They didn’t just accept your regression—they embraced it wholeheartedly. From that point on, they made sure you always had a safe space to be yourself, no matter how little you felt. 

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It had been a few months since Wanda and Natasha had fully embraced being your caregivers. Their small apartment had worked for a while, but it was quickly becoming clear that it wasn’t enough space for the three of you—especially when you regressed and wanted to run around or build blanket forts. Wanda had been the first to bring up the idea of moving, and Natasha, took the lead in making it happen.

Of course, they didn’t tell you right away. They wanted it to be a surprise.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda and Natasha took you on what they called a "special outing." You didn’t think much of it at first, happily clutching your favorite stuffed animal as they guided you out to the car. But as the drive continued and the scenery shifted from busy city streets to quiet suburban neighborhoods, your curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” you asked, bouncing slightly in your seat.

Wanda smiled from the passenger seat, turning to look at you. “You’ll see soon, baby. Be patient.”

Natasha smirked from the driver’s seat. “I think you’ll like it, detka. It’s a big surprise.”

When the car finally pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, your jaw dropped. The exterior was painted a deep, calming blue with crisp white accents, and there was a small front porch with enough room for a swing. The yard was spacious and inviting, with plenty of room for you to play.

Wanda stepped out first, holding her hand out for you. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go take a look.” You held her hand, your stuffie in the other.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside, with a clean palette of whites and deep blues that felt cozy yet elegant. Your little heart couldn’t contain the excitement as you clutched your stuffed animal tighter, your eyes darting around the open spaces and tall ceilings.

“This is ours?” you squeaked, looking up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Not yet,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’re still deciding, but we wanted you to see it first.”

Natasha smirked, already following the realtor as she walked through the house, discussing what changes could be made before moving in. “Go on, malen'kaya,” Natasha encouraged, nodding toward the hallway. “Explore a little.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You darted off, your stuffie bouncing in your arms as you ran down the halls, peeking into each room. There was a large kitchen with an island perfect for baking cookies with Wanda, a spacious living room where Natasha would undoubtedly set up a big TV for movie nights, and upstairs, you found a bedroom that you just knew would be yours.

The house was perfect.

When you ran back to find Wanda and Natasha, they were standing in the living room with the realtor, discussing changes they’d like—adding a fence to the backyard for privacy, painting one of the upstairs bedrooms in softer, more playful tones, and installing blackout curtains in the master bedroom.

Natasha looked over as you skidded to a stop, a bright smile on her face. “What do you think, little one? Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wanda knelt down and cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Good. Because this is going to be your new home, sweetheart. Somewhere safe and quiet, just for us.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you threw your arms around her, your stuffie squished between you. Natasha joined the hug, wrapping her strong arms around the both of you.

“You two are the best,” you whispered, your voice muffled by Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you’re worth it, detka,” Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “This is just the beginning.”

[14dayswithyou]

Meowdy Saint 😼

I got goth vibes and so does my AngelOC, Elodie. So it's funny to imagine this pink boy who is secretly an emo boy in disguise next to a wednesday addams esque babe lmao. Poor boy miscalculated, I like that there was an option to be like 'Oh I like that goth style' at the cafe.

But this raises a question! Would he drop the Ren persona and aesthetic if he realized it wasn't totally necessary?

⌞♥⌝ This has been answered multiple times in the past, but yes, he'd drop the light academia aesthetic if Angel wasn't into it! ^^

However, from a game dev standpoint, it'd be extremely difficult for me to include a bunch of types and aesthetics in hopes of making Ren's appearance feel more inclusive for everyone, so it's easier for me to say, "Oh, Angel likes this one anime character" and build the lore around that.

So, for those who like Ren's real appearance and would've preferred if he introduced himself as [REDACTED] (instead of his Haruko persona), I hear you!! ^^

But please understand that if that were the case, the 14DWY storyline would be a lot less interesting and would defeat the entire purpose of Ren's motives. A big part of his characterisation is that he's more than willing to alter every part of himself to become Angel's ideal type, and if their type happened to be [REDACTED], then it'd make the buildup to his reveal in Day ??? feel far less anticlimactic.

[mama-berry]

Do mama's get possessive too ??

Hi sweetheart!

I’m not entirely sure what you mean by this but I’d say the short answer is no.

I’ve never felt the need to be ‘possessive’ over a little, I don’t think it’s fair to them or the other people in their support system to think of them as a ‘possession’ or something that can be ‘owned’ in any way.

While I’ve found myself being protective of kiddos before (especially the one I care for in real life— I’m not usually a hypochondriac but when it comes to her, one sneeze and I’m calling her doctor) I’ve never, ever liked the dynamic of one person acting jealous when someone they care about is interacting with someone else.

I think it’s important to recognise that the more people who care about you or the little ones in your life, the better. And most importantly: if you feel like someone is restricting you or making you feel uncomfortable or guilty for interacting with other people like friends and family then that is not a healthy relationship and you need to get out.

- sending hugs from mama berry 🍓

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Honestly, I can see CG’s weapon being something completely random like a lamp or a tennis ball.

Who needs a lamp with Steven around?! :D

[caregiverlad]

hooray ! thank you ^_^ she'll appreciate them 🩷 thank yu also for somehow dealing with my brain full of sand (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) - könig☂️

We all have daddy issues right? okay great just getting that out of the way. /j

CG Captain John Price Headcanons:

Part Two

I imagine he’d have a little corner in his office for you, with toys and coloring books. as long as you’re quiet and not disruptive, he’s happy to let you play while he works.

best papa bear hugs. i can’t even explain it but im telling you this man gives hugs and holds on tight. won’t let go until you do

He’d call you little rascal/brat (in the endearing way)

always gives off tired father vibes, because he’s staying up late to make sure you fall asleep first

Responds to babbling/baby talk with a smile and a proud look in his eyes (he just loves you so much) Ex: (absolute baby babble nonsense) “is that right?” “no way!” “i see i see”

He’d be the best during a panic attack. with all his experience leading a team (and in my personal headcanons, being a cg for certain members of T141) he knows exactly how to get you through it.

That man can carry you on his hip like nobody’s business.

Let’s you mess with his gear (nothing dangerous, of course) and play with buckles/zippers/patches

[v3nusxsky]

Hii

Could i please request a part two to the fic “my girls” where Larissa looks after R and enid. Maybe R hasn’t been around for a while and Larissa’s worried about how long it’s been since she dropped. And R has a massive headache from fighting off the drop for so long but she’s worried about going to Larissa and annoying her or interrupting her work. Because Enid’s been going to Wednesday for her slips and she didn’t want to bother them either. So Larissa comes to find R who is struggling from the headache and Larissa takes her back to her office and helps her slip and it’s all fluffy and cute.

Its fine if you don’t have the time to write it. It’s a long request haha.

Take care of yourself <3

- ⭐️

Sweetheart, I’m here

*authors note~ I’m sorry dear anon⭐️ for how long this has been sat in my ask box… but now it’s time for this fic to breathe its first few breaths of air and hopefully this can help with my mindset or anyone’s who read this and need comforting momma Larissa. Part two to my girls*

Trigger warnings~ Agere, little mind reader, CG Larissa Weems, R clearly has some self esteem issues…

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Since that day you had accidentally projected your own thoughts and forced Enid into a slip alongside yourself, you felt awful. Larissa is a busy woman. You knew that. Yet she took time out of her busy day to just hold you. Although she reassured you many times that it was not a bother at all, you felt she was just trying to not hurt your feelings. Enid even tried to reassure you in the days that followed but nothing worked. Simply, you felt like a burden to everyone around you, not worth the time, energy and love that was poured into you that day.

Perhaps that why when Wednesday returned you said nothing when Enid slipped, opting to leave the shared room and give them space. Enid did not need to see Weems in this state when it was clear she craved Wednesdays presences. Little did you know, that slip was the first time Enid felt understood in a way that only other regressors can provide. Yet you still feel so ashamed for that day. Your heart heavy as your mind whirls with a need that you recognise, just one you refuse to meet.

The day the headache started it was a dull ache at your forehead, so dull you could ignore it. It wasn’t uncommon as a mind reader to suffer headaches due to being around so many different people’s thoughts all day every day. Some headaches were easier to handle than others. Yet you knew this headache was a different type. Masking this headache would be easy yet the realisation that it wouldn’t let you free from its clutches was not.

By day three you had simply had enough. The headache seemed to spread to the front and back of your head. You knew what your body was craving, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to put that on anyone. Enid slipped later that evening unexpectedly, you couldn’t leave in time so you were forced to wait this one out. Wednesday seemed soft, an eerie soft that Enid seemed to be fascinated by. You could see the subtle softness in the raven haired girls eyes as she held Enid close. Enid seemed to almost purr as her “da” trailed her black nails gently over her ears while whispering words of comfort that were meant for just her. Only with Wednesday, the blanket in Larissa’s office didn’t appear. Instead a onyx blanket draped around the pair, you could here the rhythmic beat of Enid’s tail tapping onto the bed sheets which eventually helped drown out your own needs and allowing you to fall into a restless slumber.

By day five the pain was immense. You couldn’t even locate what part of your head hurt the most anymore. The full ache turned into a full force throb that occasionally caused your vision to blur. School work went out the window on day four, your overwhelmed brain struggling to comprehend what was in front of you. It was odd to feel so spaced out due to pain yet alert enough to fake your way through the day. No one seemed to notice the strange behaviour, most of Nevermore just thought seemed to ignore you and well Wednesday and Enid were busy all day so you decided no one would notice if you ended your school day early in favour of sleep. You had considered finding weems on day four when the pain got significantly worse, yet the idea of bothering her and interrupting her work stamped that thought out before it really began.

Exhaustion. Every step you took seemed sluggish, a weight in your bones you couldn’t really explain and your head seemed to lull to the side to lean on the wall in an attempt to relieve pain. You just had to make it back to your room. And you were almost there too. Just a little bit further and you could lay down, cocooned in your layers of blankets, stuffie clutched to your chest as you let your emotions take over. Small acts but it would help at least make you for feel comfortable despite being utterly alone.

You had no idea how long you’d been lying on your bed, silent tears soaking your cheeks as your head continued to pound before she found you. Three knocks sounded on the door before it cracked open, light seeping through the crack, interrupting your attempt to create a dark room. It was all Larissa needed to see to know you needed help, a few steps into your room and she felt the sensation of your projection. The pounding headache was so intense that her knees nearly buckled with the force. You couldn’t have projected for more than a minute but it was enough.

A whimper feel from your lips as your body completely stiffened in her arms. It was amazing how she seemed to lift you like you were weightless. You continued to clutch your stuffie like a life line as she carried you back to her office. The bright lights of the hall caused you to squeeze your eyes shut and a pained hiss to leave you unintentionally causing Larissa to hush you gently “shhh sweetheart, I know. We’re almost there okay? Just close your eyes.” You aren’t sure what it is, the fact she’s holding you so close or maybe the fact you’re in so much pain from fighting this that you felt your resolve finally slipping away.

It’s a blur for the rest of the journey but you make it to her office and crack an eye open, noticing her open laptop and abandoned paperwork. Guilt eating away at your heart for bothering her, you half expect her to put you in the room from last time and leave you there. Alone. You brace yourself for it. Only for her simply to grab her favourite fluffy silver throw blanket off the couch in her office and settle herself onto her chair, you securely tucked onto her lap. You admire her strength and if you were feeling bigger, you know you would be curious how she managed to do this seamlessly. The blanket was promptly wrapped tightly around your quivering body. Larissa’s scent clung to every fiber, suffocating you in her.

“Shush sweetheart, I’m here. It’s okay you can let go now.” She murmured softly to you slowly staring to sway the chair gently rocking you to soothe your busy mind. “N’ bother momma” you mumbled snuggling into her shoulder. You sounded so small and vulnerable that it broke the principals heart. How could anyone ever think you were a bother? You are one of her girls and she would quite literally move heaven and earth for you. “You don’t bother momma baby. Momma loves taking care of her girl. Is that why you didn’t find me sooner sweetheart?” You didn’t bother to verbally respond, a slip fastly approaching ready to crash into you like the waves crash onto shore. Yet you offered a simple nod in response.

“Oh little one! You’ve done such a good job at being big. But it’s okay let momma take care of you now. You don’t need to be big all the time sweetheart. I’m here for you. When you’re feeling bigger we have to have a little talk hmm? Can’t have you being in so much pain cause you’re a stubborn girl can I?” Larissa murmured bringing her fingers to gently scratch your scalp, occasionally trailing her fingers through your locks. “M no stubborn. Jus no be nnoyin. Trys b goods” you muttered in between rubbing your lips against the stuffed animal in an almost suckling motion. “Very good girl aren’t you? The best little one who’s gonna let momma help her yes? My little one” the blonde murmured noticing the motion you made with your lips but choosing not to mention it yet. You nodded against her once again, finally at peace with your position. Larissa gently rocking you while she held you close finally feeling safe enough to fully slip into little space. She brought her hand to your back to rub soothing circles every now and then when she didn’t need it to type. And that is how you feel into a very much needed nap. Larissa had a feeling you’d wake up in the same headspace, her precious bunny would get the best she could offer, even if that meant a quick online order of some essential items you may need. The first on the list being your very own paci. Larissa was determined to ensure you never suffer alone like this again.

Word count~ 1436

[regressioncurriculum]

Some babies (totally not me) get punished by long denail

And some of them (super mega not me) get really really fussy and have trouble to hold themselves

What can a cg do to help those babies?

This is perhaps not a question for me, as I am not so into denial feel that littles need a minimum of three orgasms a day for good health, with a fussy baby requiring several in a row ... so let's ask the Regression Curriculum follower community to weigh in on this.

[nqctar]

soft cg!riize x little!reader blurbs

cg!anton is so soft spoken and gentle… sometimes you have to ask him to repeat whatever he said a few times but you don’t care, the sound of his voice is so pretty and sweet that it makes the butterflies in your stomach do a waltz.

cg!sohee who makes sure to hold your hand as often as he can, always pressing light kisses to the back of your soft palm and in turn making your face go red while your heart does backflips.

cg!wonbin who hums you to sleep when you’re feeling restless, drawing his fingertips up and down your arms while a free hand runs through your hair, helping you drift off into dreamland while he whispers sweet words.

[kiddo-chester]

Nature mama moodboard

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Let's play in the garden little love! Do you see the butterflies?

This was made for my mommy, who is a forest fairy :) Hope you like it mama!

Images from Pinterest; 📌 send an ask if you would like a moodboard of your own!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

hi ley☺️💕

I've been having a hard time feeling little recently☹️ could you maybe right some little!reader and wanda. like maybe just cuddling and nursing too if you're comfortable.

hope Ur having a good day

-🧸

Long Day

Cg!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: It's been a long day of being big, but Mama always knows what to do~

Word Count: 459

Warnings: sfw nursing, it's all sfw and fluffy~

Authors note: Thank you for the request and my first one of 2025~

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

It had been a long day, the kind that left your shoulders tense and your mind exhausted from having to be "big" for so long. The moment you stepped through the door of your shared home, you could feel the weight of the day threatening to overwhelm you. But then you saw her—Wanda, your safe place, your caregiver—waiting for you with open arms.

"Hi, sweetheart," she greeted softly, her voice warm and soothing. She could tell immediately that today had been hard. The slump of your shoulders and the quiet sniffle you tried to hide spoke volumes. Wanda stepped closer, cupping your cheek gently. "Oh, my little love, you did so well today. I'm so proud of you.”

Hearing those words, the walls you'd been holding up all day crumbled. Tears pricked your eyes as you dropped your bag and burrowed into her embrace. Wanda wrapped her arms around you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Shh, it's okay," she murmured, swaying gently. "You're home now. You don't have to be big anymore. Let me take care of you."

You nodded against her shoulder, already starting to feel the pull of your little space. Wanda led you to the couch, sitting you down on her lap as she brushed your hair out of your face. "Let’s get you comfy, okay? Do you want to change into your jammies and grab your stuffie?"

You nodded again, your voice small. "Please, Mama.”

Her heart melted at the sound, and she kissed your forehead. "Stay here for a second, baby. I'll grab them for you." Wanda returned moments later with your softest pajamas and your favorite stuffed animal. She helped you change, her touch gentle and full of care, and then tucked the stuffed animal into your arms.

Once you were settled back on her lap, she pulled a cozy blanket around both of you. "How about some cuddles, hmm?"

You nodded eagerly, nuzzling into her chest. Her hand rested on the back of your head, stroking your hair as she whispered sweet nothings. After a moment, she asked softly, "Does my little one want to nurse?”

Your cheeks warmed, but you nodded shyly. Wanda adjusted herself and helped you get comfortable against her. As you began nursing, the tension from the day melted away completely, replaced by a deep sense of safety and love. Wanda hummed a soft lullaby, her free hand stroking your back.

"You’re so precious to me," she whispered, her voice full of affection. "You’re safe, my love. Mama’s got you."

With Wanda holding you close, the world faded away, leaving only warmth, love, and the comfort of being her little one as your eyes grew heavy. Closing as you heard her whisper, 

“Mama loves you so much.”

[butchreg]

Hey love

Not had a great day today :(, was honestly curious if you had any other thoughts on Mama!Caitlyn with lion cub regressor? Or maybe something with CaitVi??

I’d be so grateful, if you were able to do this but if not that’s completely ok! I hope you enjoy wicked by the way, I loved it personally bcs I also saw the stage version

What’s you’re thoughts on it?? :3

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hi 🕸️ i'm really sorry you had a bad day. :( i offer you pats. i had a busy busy day guhh. saw wicked and loved it !!! gelphie regressing together so silly : 3 !! on the brain , galinda just the type of freak that is right up my ally. ( she is tethered to alicent hightower by my calculations ) i always had a special interest in musicals but for some reason never saw wicked :< loved the film though !! i nearly cried i will not lie. stomping gelphie like they are a rain puddle ( with love and understanding do not fear ). would like to maybe post some headcanons if people would be interested when things are less hectic and i have time again. lmk if that's something people would like to see ^_^.

on the topic of mama ! cait with lion cub regressor i don't have any immediately jumping to mind that i haven't already said but let me think some up bc there's definitely more where the initial ones came from ! or caitvi oooh tehe.. i think vi LOVES to play with you. he's always provoking you by dangling a toy just out of reach or making a playful comment about how he doesn't know.... he might be tougher than youu... he always winks but that doesn't stop you from roaring all big and scary and trying to prove him wrong.

vi is always cooking meats for a growing beast like you !! tehe. caitlyn is a better baker whereas vi is a better cook. he jokes around, "we're havin' hippo tonight !" you gasp at this. "really ?" you ask , shellshocked and a little curious. you're not sure you wanna eat real hippo... "oh honestly , vi. don't tease the poor cub," caitlyn will chide , barely able to contain a smile.

caitlyn is always getting tangles out of your mane. "ah ah, stay still my love. i spy a little knot." ( it's usually more than a "little knot" ) you'll roar when you get bored , trying to squirm out of her grasp. "oh hush now , cubby. i wouldn't want to pull too hard because you're so squirmy." sometimes this will get you to quiet down but other times she'll have to bribe you with a treat or vi will have to sit in front of you and make funny faces. you'll be sat on caitlyn's lap giggling and pointing at vi who's crouched down just so so that you and him are on eye level.

on the subject of cait being a good baker caitlyn will sometimes bake you little shaped treats , maybe a paw shaped cookie or lion decorated cupcakes. she uses lots of cookie cutters , she has so many different shapes ! she'll even make you meat shaped treats sometimes.

eek !! hope these are serviceable , more vi centered this time i love my silly cg !!

[14dayswithyou]

Hello again! Sorry if u already answered something similar to this, but I was wondering: on a scale of 1-10, (1 being none at all, and 19 being something like Boyfriend to Death or Killing Stalking), how prominent will horror yandere aspects of the genre be in the game? Hopefully this makes sense haha ;;

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaa unfortunately I'm not familiar with either of those titles (both have extremely triggering themes that I'm not comfortable with/enjoy even from a fictional standpoint), so I can't really give you an accurate answer T_T

Without spoiling too much, 14DWY will eventually change from being cutesy and pastely to dark and eerie the more "unhinged" Ren gets.

You have the ability to shape Ren's actions and the outcome of the other cast members as well — and depending on those choices — it will be reflected within the game. If you continuously get Ren's Dead Ends, things will become more glitchy and Ren will become more self-aware. If you manage to convince Ren to fall further into the deep end, the themes will become more "darker" and it will be visually depicted through the UI change. If you keep Ren as "Ren", certain assets will change to show that he's trying to make his world perfect for you.

The "horror" aspect will always be lingering within the text and overall vibe of the game as it progresses and adapts to your play-style — as well as portraying the morality of the cast and the impact your choices make.

The jumpscares in the Dead Ends are just a red herring :)

[mama-berry]

Mama, I feels icky in da head. I try watching my fave YouTuber with some of my stuffies but I still can't feel better. I tried playing games too but I lose interest fast.

Hi sweetie!

I’m so sorry you feel so yucky! Sometimes when someone so little feels like that they might forget to take care of themselves so this is my reminder to you that you need to eat all your favourite snacks, take naps when you need to nap and drink lots of water!

I’m sending so many big hugs from mama your way, lovely!! 🍓

[caregiverlad]

Hewwo! I’m a newer follower and I wanna know if you’d do more Captian Price caregiver HC’s? No rush <3

(Also I’d like to be called 🦈 please)

Cg Captain Price Headcanons (Pt. 2)

Part One

Nighttime Routines with the cap always go smooth. he knows exactly how to get you fed, in the bath, and in your pjs as efficiently as possible. The only other person he trusts to get you to bed is Simon.

We already know he’s the best at carrying you on his hip, but imagine this: him letting you dangle off his arm as he just goes about his day. he doesn’t need his arm anyways.

You and him snuggled up on the couch watching scary movies (don’t worry, he’ll cover your ears at the loud parts, and let you hide into his side at the super scary parts)

He’d absolutely adore you being his lil puppy. (if you do a trick, he’ll put a gold star sticker on your forehead)

speaking of gold stars, he definitely has a rewards chart hung up in your room. for good behavior you get gold stars and eventually get treats!

[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.