#agere regression

[starrydaycare]

Could I please request a moodboard for a knight caregiver and a little pink princess? Thank you in advance!

Here you go!! My apologies if the knight themes aren't very heavy, I struggled to find knight themed photos that would fit the theme

Nsfw, 18+ only, etc,. DNI! A little one runs this blog and does NOT consent to inappropriate interactions!

[littledreamgirl]

[lillprincessworld]

Growing up and becoming a responsible adult can be really frustrating and exhausting at times. But I'm proud of you, little one. It's very brave of you to face all those negative feelings.( * ♡ *)

[babykotek]

[deansleathercoat]

Big Brother (v1?)

Just a small end of week fic

Agere , mention of death , nightmares , involuntary regression , agere , thumb sucking , use of mommy nickname, meltdown

The moonlight filtered through the thin curtains of the motel room, casting faint shadows across the small, cluttered space. Dean Winchester had finally managed to fall asleep after the chaotic hunt that had nearly killed them both. He lay sprawled across the bed, one arm draped over his eyes, trying to block out the sounds of the world. Sam, on the other hand, was curled up on the other bed, tucked under the thin, scratchy blanket, his body still tense from the events of the night.

Dean woke suddenly around 2 a.m. to the sound of something that immediately tugged at his heartstrings—soft, muffled sobs. His eyes shot open, and he could see the faint outline of Sam on the bed. His younger brother's body was shaking, curled into a tight ball, and the faintest sounds of whining drifted through the still air.

"Sam?" Dean called softly, his voice rough with sleep as he sat up, confusion clouding his mind. His brother was still grieving Jess's death, but tonight felt different. There was a desperation in the whines, a depth of longing Dean didn’t expect.

“Sammy,” Dean whispered, standing up from his bed. As he approached the bed where Sam lay, he noticed the soft, rhythmic motion of Sam’s thumb moving in and out of his mouth, his pillow clutched tightly to his chest as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Dean froze in his tracks. His heart sank, and a wave of guilt washed over him. Sam's voice—high-pitched, frantic, and broken—was muffled by his thumb as he whimpered, “Mommy… please…”

Dean felt a pang in his chest at the sound. He had known Sam was struggling. Hell, he was still struggling with the loss of Jess—both of them were—but this? This was something else. He had never heard Sam cry for ‘Mommy’ before. And he definitely wasn’t a kid anymore—he wasn’t supposed to need comforting like this.

“Sam, what the hell...?” Dean whispered to himself, leaning closer to his brother. He reached out, lightly shaking his shoulder. “Hey, Sammy. Talk to me.”

Sam didn’t respond at first, his thumb still sucked securely into his mouth, his face scrunched in distress. He looked younger than his 22 years in that moment, smaller and more vulnerable, like a child desperately trying to calm themselves. Dean’s heart broke at the sight, but confusion only swirled harder in his mind.

Dean sat down at the edge of Sam's bed, his eyes softening as he observed his brother's body trembling, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He gently placed a hand on Sam’s back, trying to soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay. You're alright.”

Sam whimpered again, and his words came out garbled through his thumb, “I... I want her... please…”

Dean swallowed hard, a deep ache building in his throat. He gently took Sam's hand from his mouth, guiding it away from his thumb. “Sam, you gotta talk to me, buddy,” Dean coaxed, his voice low but full of warmth. “What happened? What’re you dreaming about?”

Sam’s body trembled even more, and for a long moment, he just sobbed softly. His face was a mess of confusion and fear, his eyes still closed as though trying to escape something that wasn’t there anymore. Then, after a moment of silence, Sam finally whispered, barely audible, “I was… I was little again. I didn’t want to be alone. I needed her... I needed... Mommy.”

Dean’s stomach tightened as he processed Sam’s words. His mind raced, trying to make sense of it. He hadn’t been prepared for this—not for Sam regressing like this, not for the broken little brother in front of him.

Dean realized then that it wasn’t just a nightmare. It wasn’t just grief over Jess. Sam was regressing.

“Sam,” Dean began, voice gentle but filled with quiet concern, “Is this... is this something you've been doing? It’s okay if it is, just... I need you to tell me. You gotta talk to me.”

Sam didn’t answer right away, but his hands were still gripping the pillow desperately. His body stiffened, trying to hold on to some semblance of control, but the overwhelming emotions kept slipping through the cracks. Finally, Sam spoke again, in the small, frightened voice of a child, “I… I can’t stop. I don’t know how...”

Dean took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around Sam, pulling him into his chest. He cradled his brother like he was still a child, like the helpless little boy he used to protect. “It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean whispered soothingly, rubbing his brother’s back. “You’re okay. I’m here. Big brother’s here. Always.”

Sam, exhausted and overwhelmed, finally let himself sink into Dean’s arms, his body relaxing as he gave in to the comforting presence of his older brother. Dean kept rubbing his back, whispering soft reassurances until Sam’s sobs slowed, and his thumb found its way back to his mouth. Dean didn’t mind. He wasn’t going to make Sam stop. Not tonight.

After a while, when Sam had calmed down enough, Dean moved them to his bed. Sam curled up beside him, his thumb still gently in his mouth, his body curled into Dean’s warmth. Dean rubbed his back softly as his brother drifted back into a fitful sleep, his breaths slow and steady now.

The room was quiet once more, and Dean felt a sense of peace wash over him. Sam was safe. They’d face the world together, as they always had.

In the morning, when Sam woke up, groggy but comforted by the warmth of his brother beside him, Dean was already up, cooking breakfast in the small kitchenette.

Sam’s voice was soft, a little sheepish. “Hey, uh... you remember last night?”

Dean turned around, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah, I remember, Sammy. And I ain’t mad at you. Like I said last night—your big brother’s here. It’s okay.”

Sam nodded, his eyes still clouded with a bit of embarrassment, but Dean could see the gratitude in his gaze. He was okay. They were okay.

As they got ready to hit the road once more, Dean handed Sam a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, his protective older brother instincts still fully in place. “You good to go?” he asked quietly.

Sam nodded again, taking a bite of the food. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Dean smiled. “Alright then. Let’s hit the road, kid.”

As they drove off into the morning sun, Dean kept a careful eye on Sam, his brother’s quiet nature serving as a reminder that even the strongest people had their moments of vulnerability. And when those moments came, Dean would be there to catch him.

Always.

[beaistiny]

Friendly reminder that your regression is still valid if you can’t fully regress or if you go long periods without regressing.

Your regression is still valid if you don’t use pacis, bottles, sippies etc while little

Your regression is still valid if you don’t want a caregiver or if you prefer to be alone while regressed

Everyones regression is different and valid <3

[gl1tzpupper]

Halloween Moodboard Entry !! ~ 🎃👻🐈‍⬛

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Here’s my Halloween themed moodboard for @warmmilku !! ~

Good Luck My Friends !!!! ~ (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[l1ttle0nealessia]

[yuga2000]

✨ I’m a teen permaregressor ✨

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I wanted to come on here and talk about my personal experience with being a teen permaregressor. This is just my experience and my not reflect others experiences.

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. ݁₊ Some positives with being a teen perms regressor:

Makeup

Spray tans

Malls

Lots of new clothes

Shopping

Fancy coffees in coffee shops

Hanging out with close friends

Having music as an escape

Handbags

Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, ect.

Piercings

Joy rides in your car with the music up (If you can drive)

A feeling of youthfulness like no one can stop me

With that being said, not all my teen permaregression symptoms are good.

. ݁₊ As a teen permagreasor, it can also look like:

Being moody a lot

Being emotionally immature

Throwing fits

Sudden outburst

Lots of big, often negative, emotions

Feeling like no one understands you

Having a hard time making friends

Feeling misunderstand

Feeling insecure from comparing yourself to others

Having trouble finding the right words to express yourself

Having a hard time communicating properly

Taking small understandings out of proportion

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Being a teen permaregressor has its fair share of ups and downs, but it’s important to recognize when big feelings happen and the things that trigger them. Be aware of surroundings, take time to breath and ground. The goal is to calm down before something hurtful and permanent is said. Like most teens, it’s important to make sure that there’s time to be alone so that those big feelings don’t bubble up and overflow on those who don’t deserve them. Try doing things that bring joy and don’t dwell on the small things.

[starkeyshirt]

Manipulated

little! rafe cameron

caregivers! the pogues

in which rafe is manipulated by more people than just his father.

tw//: manipulation, low self esteem, guilt, feeling unwanted, pushing, talk of drug use (cocaine).

<<•>>

When people hear of Rafe Cameron, their minds drift to the cocaine addicted, polo shirt wearing, bad tempered young man with a rich dad and a pretty sister. Those who know him better think of a cold blooded killer, the guilty suspect in Sheriff Peterkin's murder and an accomplice in several others. But truly, do any of those people really know Rafe Cameron?

Rafe Cameron is a boy with a complex personality, substance abuse issues, and a devotion to his father. It's hard to look at such a bad person and think, "Hmm, maybe he's just misunderstood." But the truth about Rafe is that he isn't a bad person; he's a lost boy with daddy issues to a point causing damage beyond repair.

Throughout his entire life, Rafe has wanted to please his father. He wanted to draw the pictures in art class he thought his father would like and do good in the subjects his father enjoyed. He wanted to beat his sister in making his father a father's day breakfast or in buying him a new watch. Rafe wanted to hear his father tell him he was proud of him. He wanted his fathers trust and love, he wanted to be useful and needed with every step he took.

Rafe was never a mean kid. When he was a little boy he didn't have many friends and he didn't like going to school. The other kook boys were loud and obnoxious and uncaring, and Rafe was quieter with a lazier personality. When he first started kindergarten, being his father's only child attending school at the time, he cried every day when his father picked him up and clung to him for dear life. He couldn't tell anyone why; it was that childish urge to hold onto your parents and cry and never let go. He didn't want to be in school wearing polos and khaki pants, he just wanted to be at home with his daddy.

Then one day, when Rafe came crying to his father at the end of the school day, Ward Cameron didn't bend down and scoop his distraught son into a comforting hug. Rafe could tell his father was on the phone, and even though he took his hand and led him to the truck, his father paid him no attention whatsoever. As Rafe sniffled in the backseat, he listened to his father's phone call. It was something about Sarah being upset with whatever babysitter had to watch her while their dad was at work. When they picked his crying little sister up and his father cuddled her and talked to her and comforted her the whole way home, little Rafe felt anger for the very first time. He hated his sister and his father for liking her more.

That night while she slept, Rafe cut a chunk of her hair out with safety scissors.

Rafe was never the same after that day, and he was suddenly aware of the dynamics in their household. Sarah always came first, Rafe was always second. Sarah didn't have to compete for anything, but Rafe sure did. He learned to really and truly hate his sister, to take everything from her that he could in hopes that his father would someday realize he was just as good of a person.

As he grew older, Rafe also grew erratic, impulsive, and emotionally unstable. He received little to no love from his father by the time he was nine, but he still spent every waking moment trying to receive that praise that only Ward could give him. And we all know how things went from there.

Rafe was aware of the things he's done; he knew he was wrong and the guilt ripped away at him everyday. But there were things about Rafe that nobody knew; people controlling him who weren't his father.

•••

Rafe didn't know what he was supposed to do. His brain was short circuiting, but he knew Barry was pissed.

"You do realize what you did, right man? By hurting the guy, you're putting a target on my back, Country Club!" Barry yelled, shoving his finger into Rafe's chest. He watched him quiver.

"I- I didn't know what to do! He was gonna kill him!" Rafe stuttered back, shoving his arms forward in a weak attempt at proving his point.

Barry laughed and rolled his eyes. "That's what you signed up for!"

"I changed my mind..." Rafe mumbled, rocking forward to place his head in his hands. Tears welled at his eyes and his chest was stinging.

Barry knew how to work Rafe. He had his brain wired so he performed when he needed him to but also in a way that Barry could trigger when he crashed. And Barry liked to think he was the only person who could control Rafe in that way; he helped Rafe discover that softness, and he was the only one who could access it.

Rafe's abandonment from his father caused strains on his mental state. A lifetime of fighting for his father's praise, competing for his love - well, that left very little time for a childhood or any way to relax. Barry saw it before Rafe even knew it happened. When Rafe reaches his breaking point and emotions spill from his eyes, that's when Barry can see his mind drifting away; it's a clear switch of mindsets, of headspaces, that Barry recognized well. Something he has used for leverage in many deals, and he could use said leverage to control Rafe.

The first time it ever happened, Rafe was terrified. He couldn't understand what had changed; one second he was freaking out with frustration tears flowing down his cheeks and a heat in his chest, and the next he was being shushed on the drug dealer's shoulder, soaking his shirt with sobs.

Rafe had never let himself be so weak in front of anyone before, not since that last time in kindergarten when he cried on his father's shoulder. He didn't understand what was different either, he didn't feel the switch in his brain - and if he did, he didn't understand it. All he knew was suddenly, he was encapsulated in a warm embrace much like the one he daydreamed about for many years and he had a distinct warm, calming feeling in his chest. His mind was quiet, and things were peaceful until he woke up the next morning and lost his shit again.

Things only became routine when Barry threatened him. When Barry turned him in because he was trying to be resilient against whatever mind games were being played on him, but Rafe learned his lesson. Barry was in control and he had proved that, and when he returned to the Outer Banks, Rafe came back to him like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs.

Since that day, Barry has felt like a god; he held the remote to control Rafe Cameron, the rich and completely mentally unstable young man with a bad temper and a quick impulse to shoot a gun. Every time he visited Barry, he was freaking out. And every time he was freaking out, Barry did the same thing he did that night before he turned him in: Barry held him and let him cry into his shoulder, he whispered soft things into his ear and Rafe's mind melted away. Rafe would hug Barry tight and embrace himself in having at least one person he felt he could hold onto.

And then Barry would let him sleep in his trailer, he would share his bed and let Rafe lay with his head on his chest. Rafe didn't talk much when he felt like this, but Barry made up for it. He talked nonsense and told him stories Rafe would forget when he woke up in the morning. Rafe would never admit that he enjoyed the relaxation this weird situation brought him, but every morning after, when he was snapped out of his little daze and back into reality, he was always scared and furious. He always felt out of control of his own body and he usually had to break something to feel better.

Rafe felt the familiar fog in his chest starting to well up as he avoided Barry's gaze. He had never felt that way when Barry was angry before; he had only ever fallen into that mindset when Barry was hugging him or saying nicer things. Rafe didn't know what to make of himself, mostly because he didn't trust his mouth to say what his brain wanted it to and partly because he was afraid Barry would hurt him.

  "Are you even listening? Nah nah, don't be starting that baby shit with me, Country Club. Get the hell out of here, man!" Barry shoved Rafe away from his trailer by his chest.

Rafe stumbled, glancing at Barry with a dull and blank look of confusion and highness, but layers of sadness and guilt hid underneath. He could hear Barry shouting as he stumbled away, although he couldn't make out what he was yelling; he was far too busy watching his own far away feet to notice. He felt like he was drunk, his vision blurring and his mind not comprehending right. Rafe didn't know where to go, either. He couldn't walk back to Tannyhill from Barry's, it was much too far. And he didn't really know anybody who lived on the cut.

Rafe started thinking about the things Barry used to talk about when he felt like this. He mumbled to himself about sea animals and the beach, making up little stories as he stumbled along in a childish attempt to keep himself awake and on his feet. Sooner or later, the kook found himself walking up the driveway of the pogues' chauteu, ready to fall over his own feet or fall asleep standing up.

If Rafe was in his normal mindset, he would have never risked going to the pogues with everything going on, but with that fuzzy feeling in his chest and the cloudiness in his head, he found nothing wrong with it. It was Kiara who opened the door after he stumbled up the steps and knocked on the door. Her face dropped into a scowl once she saw him. Rafe flinched and angled his eyes down, something normal Rafe would never do.

"What the hell are you doing here, Rafe?" Kiara hissed. Rafe saw JJ come up behind her with the same scowl on his face.

"I- I didn't know where to go." Rafe stuttered, suddenly very aware of the way his words slurred and how his tone was higher than usual.

Rafe refused to watch either of their faces, but he took the silence as his response; he was not welcomed there, just as he should have assumed. The oldest started to back himself up, still refusing to make eye contact. How could he have expected anything more? After everything he'd done to them he deserved a rightful beating, too.

   "Wait," Kiara blurted just as Rafe had turned to step off the steps. Rafe hesitated to turn back around, but he did just in time to watch JJ punch her in the arm. He looked confused. Rafe didn't blame him. Rafe hated himself too.

   She too hesitated before continuing, "This isn't normal, so please inform us on what the fuck is going on."

   Rafe flinched a little. He didn't know why. He hated how out of his mind he felt. It was like he was high without the bliss, he couldn't function but instead of enjoying it he felt vulnerable and useless. And very tired. "I-"

    JJ looked fed up with his stuttering. He pushed past Kiara, despite her protests, stomping over until he reached Rafe. He then didn't hesitate to shove him with great force down the chauteua's stairs. "That's for messing with us. Now get yourself off of our side of the island."

   JJ wasn't a mean boy, but he protected what little he had and Rafe knew that. He respected it, deep down. He just never showed it and that led to actions that disrespected JJ. Rafe hated everything he'd done. He hated that he helped his father steal the gold, he hated that he stole the cross from Pope, he hated everything he ever did to hurt anyone. Rafe didn't know why he did the thing he did. He wishes he could change.

  Rafe didn't move from the dirt at the bottom of the chateau steps, shaking from his position on his hands and knees on the soggy ground. Wet earth smushed in between his fingers and made him feel real gross on top of everything else. Rafe felt his lip begin to quiver and his breathing grow rapid, and even as much as he tried to hold back the fuzzy feeling in his head, he caved. The blond boy fell forward onto his elbows in the mud, salty tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. He pressed his forehead into the mud, heaving as the floodgates opened and he was left a sobbing mess.

  Rafe just couldn't help it. He hated himself so thoroughly that he might actually do something to himself if he wasn't so afraid. He felt so lost and alone, he had nobody to go to and he didn't even understand what was going on with his body. He felt used and manipulated by everyone, he felt abandoned by his father and like a useless toy of Barry's. Still, he missed them both. As he cried in the mud Rafe wished his dad was next to him, rubbing his back and telling him, "You're a good boy, Rafe. A good boy." He wished he was in Barry's arms instead of on the ground by himself. He even wished Barry was making fun of him for being such a baby, because even negative attention would be some attention.

  Rafe was choking on his saliva and sucking in oxygen roughly and desperately when he felt two grounding hands being placed on his shoulders. He panicked initially, flinching away and diving his face into the mud even more. When the hands didn't move or hurt him any further, he subconsciously dropped his defenses and leaned into the contact. The hands pulled his upper body over and Rafe didn't resist. He still had his eyes closed when the hands placed his head on a warm lap, crying harder with the thought that he might never feel such loving gestures again - he  didn't have anyone who loved him so kindly, and he didn't even know who these hands belonged to. Rafe dropped his butt from its nearly downward dog position, flopping into the mud entirely out of pure exhaustion. He was just so, so tired. So sad and so tired.

  Rafe slowly calmed himself as he felt the mystery hands run themselves through his hair and over his neck in rhythmic motions. They were so gentle and so kind, Rafe questioned who would treat a monster like himself with so much love and care, even if it was just for a moment. As his breathing slowed and the waterworks died down, Rafe came to his senses enough to hear that whoever the hands belonged to was humming softly to him. It wasn't a tune he recognized, but that made it even more comforting.

   Shamefully, Rafe opened his eyes and lifted his red face from the lap that he had properly soaked with his tears. He felt guilty just for that. Looking up, Rafe was met with concerned eyes belonging to none other than Kiara Carrera. "Rafe? Can you hear me?"

  Rafe heard her, but he was terrified. He didn't know how to respond. Glancing over, he was met with the wide eyes of none other than JJ, John B, Pope, and his own sister. He was mortified.

  "Rafe?" Kiara, while in no way liking the other male, couldn't help but be concerned when he collapsed in a full meltdown after being pushed; Kiara had seen him function fine in far worse fights than that. Rafe didn't seem right, and although he never truly did, she knew Rafe enough to know that this was not what normal out of his mind Rafe was like. No, this was very different.

  Rafe shifted his eyes down and nodded, closing his fingers together in his lap. Kiara was just glad for some acknowledgment that he had heard her. She sighed lightly.

  "Okay, good. Can you help me understand what's going on?" Kiara asked kindly. She didn't intentionally start speaking to Rafe like he was a scared child, but when he wasn't answering her, she didn't know how else to talk to him.

   Rafe wasn't sure how to explain what he felt. He felt like he was broken and this wasn't a normal thing to feel. Without looking up, Rafe spoke quietly. "Fuzzy."

  Kiara scrunched her eyebrows together. "Fuzzy? You feel fuzzy?"

  Rafe nodded and then paused. Even quieter this time, he spoke again. "Broken."

  Without a second thought, Sarah intervened. No matter how much Rafe did to hurt her, she couldn't watch her own brother sit in the mud any longer. "Hey, Kiara? Why don't you bring him in to change."

  Kiara sent Sarah a grateful smile. John B, JJ, and Pope made no effort to help, but they separated off to the side to give the girls a clear path into the chateau. Carefully, Kiara stood herself up, extending her hands back down for Rafe to grab onto. Hesitantly, Rafe did just that, He grasped Kiara's hands clumsily, using them to support himself on wobbly legs as he stood. It took a lot of supporting from Kiara and a lot of focus from Rafe to make it up the stairs.

   Pope and John B seemed very neutral; they were neither helping not being ignorant to Rafe. JJ, on the other hand, still sent nasty glares towards him. Rafe physically flinched away from JJ on his way through the door, stumbling into Kiara and almost making them both fall.

  "It's okay," Kiara spoke kindly. "he just doesn't understand that sometimes people aren't what they seem."

  Rafe had merely nodded, but her words meant a lot. He wanted to hug her, but he didn't think she would like it and he didn't want to make her muddier.

Sarah led them both into what Rafe assumed was John B's bedroom. Most of the items in there seemed like they would belong to him and some of Sarah's stuff mixed in with it. Sarah passed Rafe a towel, which he held in his right hand while he shivered. The blond girl then went from drawer to drawer in the dressers, pulling out some shorts and a shirt she thought would fit her skinnier older brother. He was much lankier than John B, but she figured it would just have to do.

"Here you go," Sarah passed Rafe the clothing. "the bathroom is the next room to the right, you're welcome to clean up in there if you would like."

Once again, Rafe adverted his eyes back down to the ground with a slight nod. He then shuffled slowly out of the room and the girls waited until they heard the bathroom door click to move or do anything.

Kiara turned to Sarah. "Have you ever seen him like that before? I mean I know he tried to drown you and all, but something really seems to be up there. "

Sarah nodded. "No, I completely agree. Something's up, and if we want to be even average human beings and try to sort things out, the boys have to be on board."

"Let me handle them." Kiara made a finger gesture to the kitchen.

Sarah smiled fondly and copied her gesture, directing hers towards the bathroom. "And I'll check up on him."

Sarah approached the bathroom door, gently pressing her ear against it for any signs of her older brother still getting himself cleaned up. She was met with silence. Drawing her eyebrows together, she knocked lightly and spoke up. "Hey, Rafe? Are you okay in there?"

On the other side of the door, silent tears slipped down the dirty blond boy's face as he struggled to unbutton his khaki pants. He knew how to unbutton them, he did it every day! So why couldn't he do it now? Rafe let out a frustrated whine as he yanked on the pants to no avail.

Sarah heard the small whine, knocking on the door again. "Rafe, are you okay? Do you need help?"

Rafe sniffled loudly and nodded his head, despite knowing his sister couldn't see him. "Help."

Sarah opened the bathroom door as soon as she heard his small voice, nearly melting at the sight of her older brother clad in just his ruined khakis and his socks with tear tracks down his cheeks and a pout evident on his face. She wasn't sure where this soft spot had came from, but she was pretty sure this is how she remembered Rafe before their father created a drift between them. It strangely made her happy to remember him this way. "Oh, Rafe."

Sarah watched his bottom lip quiver as he adverted his eyes to the ground. "It's okay, buddy. I can help you."

And she did just that, quickly unbuckling his pants for him and allowing him to do the rest. She gave him as much privacy as she could, turning around to grab the new pair of shorts for him, only needing to help him further with buckling those properly. John B's surf shirt somehow managed to still be a bit short on Rafe but also hugely baggy around his shoulders. Sarah giggled about it to herself, finding it funny how two boys of the same height could vary so much.

Rafe was getting very, very tired. At this time of night when he felt this way, he would normally be reading bedtime stories in Barry's camper, all curled up into his side. He let out a yawn. Sarah led Rafe back to the main area of the chateau, where the rest of the pogues were spread out along the floor or the couches. Rafe shuffled his feet as he watched all of their eyes shift to him, feeling guilty and insecure with himself all over again. Kiara elbowed John B, and he awkwardly spoke up. "You can sit over here if you want to."

Rafe looked to Sarah, seemingly asking her to confirm he was being genuine. She smiled and nodded, ushering him forward to sit on John B's right. Sarah took her seat on the couch on the other side of her brother, with Kiara by her feet. JJ and Pope were sat on the other side of John B. Lamps illuminated the space and allowed for a golden glow, the TV quietly playing the news in the background. JJ and Pope were talking amongst themselves about something Rafe couldn't bring himself to find interest in, and Sarah and Kiara did the same. John B was kicked back in his seat with his feet propped up on the coffee table and his arms folded behind his head. His eyes were closed and Rafe studied his face. He thought he looked pretty funny.

Hesitantly but curiously, with a childish hue clouding his brain, Rafe lifted up his fingers and touched John B on his nose. When the other boy's eyes opened in confusion, Rafe leaned back and erupted in a fit of giggles. Despite his better judgment, John B felt himself smiling, too.

"What, is that funny?"John B asked Rafe, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips.

Rafe smiled proudly and nodded. "Funny."

Pausing to watch Rafe for a second, John B could've sworn he had seen these very same mannerisms before. The same giggles and simple happiness that shone through Rafe's eyes; John B knew he had seen them through someone else's, he just couldn't figure out who's. Then, it hit him.

"Hey, JJ?" John B shifted his attention to his blond best friend. Rafe still watched John B intently, like a bored small child.

"What's up, B?" JJ replied, shifting his baby blue eyes from Pope to John B.

John B sighed, "Do you remember that time your cousin was being manipulated by his old dealer? Years ago, before he started his own operation?"

JJ immediately nodded. "Yeah, the dude like, controlled his head. He could shift his headspaces pretty much with a snap of his fingers. It was fucked."

John B raised his eyebrows and looked over at Sarah and Kiara, who seemed to be brought to attention like John B himself was. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?"

Sarah nodded slightly. "He does buy from that Barry douche. But JJ, how did your cousin act? Rafe seems to be acting like he did when we were younger, as far as I can remember, anyway. "

"Yeah, my cousin did too. It was just like he was a little kid again, and he couldn't come out of it willingly. I don't remember how he got over it, but maybe he never did." JJ put the pieces together in his head, too. It made sense; most of the dealers on this island were all the same, with the same mind games and tricks that they would use to both protect their operations and keep them running. Since Rafe was undeniably hooked on cocaine, it seemed almost certain that what side of him they were seeing was triggered by Barry.

As the others continued to chime in around him, Rafe grew very tired of having no attention. He was trying to be patient, he really was! But it was hard; he was tired and bored and starting to get hungry. Rafe brought his legs up in a crisscross on the couch, shifting around to face his younger sister. Gently, he tugged on her hoodie sleeve and started to fiddle with it between his fingers. Sarah smiled at him, bringing her other hand up to his hair. She rubbed gentle circles in his short hair, and he relished in the feeling by leaning into her touch.

"Well," JJ spoke up. "I would say we have our best bet on what happened, and the only thing left for us to do is keep him comfortable."

"What do you think, brother? You want to crash here for the night?" Sarah asked Rafe, ruffling her hair.

Rafe smiled brightly and nodded with enthusiasm. "Food?"

Kiara giggled. "Yes buddy, we can find some food."

[snapped-wirez]

little recipes !! 𖤐⭒๋࣭ chocolate mousse

🍊 - this recipe is medium difficulty!! Should probally ask an adult :3

you'll need;

☆ a bowl

☆ something to mix with (I recommend a hand mixer!! a good ol' spoon works Aswell though!)

☆ heavy whipping cream

☆ coco powder

☆ sugar

☆ apron (optional)

step one: setup!

☆ make sure to have a clean, uncluttered space. :3 cleanliness is always important if your cooking. if your using an electric mixer, make sure to plug that in! if your using something else, go ahead and get it out :D make sure to get your ingredients out Aswell!

step two: adding your ingredients.

☆ starting with your sugar, get about half a cup into your bowl ! you can add a bit more or less depending on what you like :3

then, add your heavy whipping cream. what you pour in is a teensy bit less than what your going to end up with, so be careful! i usually do about a cup and a half :3

finally, add your coco powder! this stuff is MESSY. you should ask an adult to help with this bit.

step three: mixing!

☆ this step is simple, just mix until it turns into a whipped cream looking consistency, and then mix a bit more!! when you lift whatever you're measuring with up, the mousse that sticks to it shouldn't fall off :3 once you've got that, add it into a container with a lid so you can store it for later !!

I like topping my mousse with a teensy bit of cinnamon :3 have fun!! don't be afraid to ask any clerifying questions you need <3 I'd be happy to help, hehe

[littledreamgirl]

yes...this is my dream ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Care Giver Kurrapika ໒ ˚⁎

Hi ! Can you do a Caregiver Kurrapika one shot please?

Kurapika sat in the dimly lit room of the hideout, the gentle glow of the lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. He had been working tirelessly, as always, focused on his mission to retrieve the remaining Scarlet Eyes of his fallen clan. But tonight, something else occupied his mind, something far more delicate and precious

He glanced over to the small figure curled up on the couch, their tiny frame almost hidden beneath a pile of soft blankets. You had been regressing more often lately, the stress and pressure of the world outside overwhelming you in ways that neither of you had fully anticipated. Kurapika understood your need for comfort, for a safe space to escape to when everything became too much.

Your regression was something he had come to cherish, despite the challenges it sometimes posed. It was a time when he could set aside his burdens, even if only for a little while, and focus on caring for someone he loved deeply.

You stirred under the blankets, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Instantly, Kurapika was at your side, his heart aching at the sight of your distress. He knelt beside the couch, his warm hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Shh, it’s alright," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet room. "I'm here, you’re safe now"

Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked up at him with the wide, innocent gaze that always tugged at his heartstrings. You were small now, vulnerable in a way that made Kurapika even more protective of you. "Dada…" you whispered, your voice tiny and unsure. "Had a bad dream…"

He smiled gently, brushing a thumb across your cheek. "It was just a dream, sweetheart. Nothing can hurt you here, I promise"

You reached out with small, trembling hands, and he immediately lifted you into his arms. You clung to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he held you close. Kurapika’s embrace was firm yet tender, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a grounding presence that helped to chase away the lingering fear from your nightmare.

He carried you back to the couch, sitting down with you still cradled in his arms. You looked up at him, your eyes brightening slightly as you nuzzled into the soft fabric of his shirt. Kurapika’s warmth enveloped you, making you feel secure and protected.

You mumbled something incoherent, too tired to form proper words, but Kurapika understood. He held you a little tighter, rocking you gently as you drifted off to sleep in his arms

As you fall asleep, Kurapika stayed by your side, his thoughts wandering to the weight of his responsibilities. But in this moment, with you resting peacefully against him, he felt a rare sense of peace himself. Caring for you, protecting you, it gave him a purpose beyond his quest for vengeance. It reminded him that there was still goodness in the world, still light amidst the darkness

And so, as the night wore on, Kurapika continued to hold you, his silent vow echoing in the quiet room. No matter what the future held, he would always be here for you. He would keep you safe, no matter the cost.

Because in a world full of shadows, you were his light.

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[babykotek]

[deansleathercoat]

Little!dean , c!g bobby hcs ( small little!sam mention )

I kind of went overboard because I was bored so bwahhh uhhh there's a BUNCH so enjoy

Dean has ALOT of meltdowns regression isn't pretty for him ,but bobby always knows what he need whether it's to sit in his lap while bobby rocks him in the rocking chair, or if he needs to cry and hit against bobby's chest

Bobby definitely makes dean his baba's like one time dean was slipping on bobby's couch after a hunt and he asked for whiskey and bobby returned with a bottle of warm milk and to deans whining sat him on his lap and fed him “no want- mmp!" "Shh.... Don't fight it idjit..” mmm.... Papa...- no-” “its okay... It's all okay"

Dean has nightmares about the hunts of course but God in little space it's so much worse he'll wake up screaming , chest heaving his Stomach going in and out shaking and the bobby comes in and just holds him , I feel like he'd gently hum to him “i got you kiddo. I got you”

Puts on old movies for dean to watch from when bobby was a kid hiding from his dad and Dean just babbles off at the screen and bobby finds it adorable because it's like a mini happier verison of childhood him ( bonus if it's a cowboy movie )

I feel one day sam walked in on little!dean on bobby's floor and bobby just responded “hes comfortable leave him be son" he's also ALWAYS down if sam feels little deans regression is voluntary ( some days it's involuntarily if he's having a bad day after a long hunt or a meltdown ) but for sam it's completely involuntarily it doesn't happen often just maybe after a nightmare specially if the ones about jess reserface or ones about his SA's and he'd just show up at bobby's door mumbling about needing help with research it's very noticeable if he's regressed because he slurs his words

Bobby definitely made dean a bracelet and dean hasn't taken it off he looks at it if he's ever upset or if bobby's busy while he's little and just runs his fingers across it , sometimes it causes him to stim but dean doesn't mind bobby taught him to just let it out and stiming is healthy

Bobby has a small box on the side of his couch with some pacis , a bottle , some old army figures just small things like that because regression is really common for dean he uses it to blow off steam ( besides hunts ) because he's trying to work on more healthy coping mechanisms

Dean calls bobby "bapa!" A small way of trying to say his name but ultimately wanting to call him papa , no needing to call him papa

The first time dean regressed in front of bobby he was 12 and bobby had walked in on him with a pacifier in his mouth “you idjit what are you doing?” but when he saw that look in deans eyes he knew , I think he knew once he saw the bruises and the saw the paci soon after

Packs dean lunches ! Dean often forgets to eat on hunts so he'll make him a small sandwich, a juice box , some kind of fruit or a cheese stick and small slice of pie to make sure he's got something in his stomach

Taught sam how to caregive because deans been slipping more and more and if it happens on the road didn't want sam to freak ( did the same thing for dean in sam's involuntarily regression )

Bobby sings dean old lullaby's 100% it ends with dean snoring and drooling on his chest but bobby knows he feels safe and that's what makes it worth it

Dean cries alot in little space mostly because of unprocessed feelings being Little just makes feeling so much easier for him to just sob and let it out ( bobby isn't the kind to say something like "shhh, stop crying kiddo” he's more “thats it let it out , don't stop until your ready. I'm here bud"

Deans very embassred of this but bobby sometimes dresses him when he's to little to move specially if he makes a lunch during feedings

Bobby NEVER drinks around little!Dean. ( Or Little!sam )

”you don't gotta play dad kiddo it's your turn to be taken care of now it's alright ”

Bobby makes sure dean eats all his food groups and rewards him with some pie after he believes in rewarding good behavior , he might even get a ( greasy ) Burger if he's been good all day

Bobby doesn't "punish" dean really, sometimes he'll give him a small smack on the back of the head ( not when he's little) if he's little he'll sit him down and have a no nonsense chat with him about why he felt the need to act like that or explaining why he can't do whatever he did , if that doesn't work it's 5 minute timeout but he doesn't give dean timeout without his stuffie or just something to hold. Just to help him process his feelings and he doesn't want him to be alone , after the 5 minutes he'll come check on him “we feeling a bit calmer kiddo?” ( I feel like if it was something really bad he might spank him but it's like 1-10 it's happened like twice )

Bobby plays army with dean and helps him organize his figures because he knows how little it makes dean feel ( and he just wants to play with his little boy )

“daddy , daddy , daddy !” dean shouts as bobby walked through the door , dean was happily kicking his feet and once he saw bobby started flapping his hands excitedly

[beaistiny]

Chainsaw Man Agere Headcanons

Please Note that I have only watched the anime ! I am planning on reading the manga in the future

Aki Hayakawa - Flip (Heavy CG Lean)

- Doesn’t like to regress around people, and probably doesn’t even do much when he does regress, maybe lies in bed and naps or watches TV

- Regresses about the same age that he was when his family was killed

- Has one plushie that is almost identical to one he has as a kid

- Doesn’t like to acknowledge his regression, he prefers being a cg

- As a cg he’s a mix of brotherly and motherly

- Has to force Power to eat all her veggies, and other the other hand, has to stop Denji from eating after he’s full

- Often will have to break up petty arguments between Power and Denji

- Sometimes his house will be a chaotic mess with toys everywhere bc he just can’t be bothered to clean up after Denji and Power

- He loves them though, being their cg makes him feel wanted

Denji - Age Regressor

- Baby Regressor. Young. Baby. I feel maternal towards him.

- In terms of age uhh maybe he regresses to like 3 at the oldest

- Likes to be held!!!

- Has a plush doggie named Pochita

- Will often have petty arguments with Power but it’s always pointless because he struggles with words and speaking

- “Draws” for Aki (colourful scribbles)

- Has nightmares when he sleeps, usually ends up sleeping in Aki’s bed

- Will overeat because he doesn’t wanna waste food, once it got to a point where he threw up, so Aki had to start monitoring his eating

- Struggles with food security, had a stash of food under his bed, until its started rotting and Aki noticed it

- Has a bottle of warm milk before bed and naps

Power - Age and Pet Regressor

- Regresses older than Denji, no set age but probably somewhere between 5-9

- Kitty Regressor too !!

- Starts petty arguments with Denji

- HATES being told what to do, detests eating veggies, naptime, putting on pants, baths, etc

- Doesn’t really see the point in toys, prefers to draw or play with Meowy

- LOVES the park, sometimes Aki will take her at night so no other humans will see

- Makes messes for fun lol (has gotten into the pantry multiple times and made food messes)

- Very sweet when she’s sleeping, insists she must sleep with Denji to protect him’, but in reality hates sleeping alone

- Literally cannot be trusted with regular cups, Aki only gives he sippys