#agere writing

[babey-lewis]

Hey baby bug, I missed you!! Are you doing okay? Have you had any water and food today, little love? I hope you have, angel! You deserve to eat and drink today and every day, okay?

[sayuri-cakes2019]

Darling, are you okay? I heard something fall, are you alright? Ohh.. you dropped a glass? No no no, you’re okay bud! Stand back, I don’t want you to step on the glass. I’ll clean it up for you. You’re okay, bug. It’s okay. You just got to be careful next time, okay? Ohh, you couldn’t reach your sippy cup? Well, you could’ve asked me to get it for you. It’s okay, hun. Next time just say the word and I’ll get it for you. Don’t worry. Here, let me get it for you now. There you go! What do you want me to fill it with? You want juice? Alright! See, angel? You’re alright! I’m here for you. I won’t let anything hurt you.

[survivorkidz]

mike schmidt agere moodboard

[thebabyprince]

omg you should do some caregiver!matthew patel x reader ^_^

Hiiiii!!!!!! Here ya go, hope you like em <3

(By the way, I got an OVERWHELMING in a good way amount of requests, so I might tale some time doing them all, but I'll try my best :] )

Caregiver! Matthew Patel

Matthew's such a corny, dedicated caregiver... He's almost overbearingly sweet and loving to you, treating you like you're the most precious thing in the whole wide world.

Basically, he spoils you rotten. You don't even have to walk most of the time, cause you get to fly around with him.

Congrats on getting a package deal, by the way! You get not only a cg, but four big sisters as well!! Oh Gosh, Demon Hipster chicks, they love you.... not a second is passed with none of them patting your head or cooing at how adorable you are to them. Matty often reminds them to have some patience and give you space.

"Girls, girls! I know you love them, I get it, but please, show some decorum to the little one!!"

He has, like, 200 petnames for you. Uses them endlessly. The one he uses the most is "prince/princess/little royal", cause that's basically what you are.

When you asked him to be your caregiver, he passed out from happines anime-style. Him!!! Papa Matthew!!! It's such a pleasure.

Turns out he really benefits from caring for a little. It helps him feel more important, and puts his cheesiness to a good use.

Tries to establish rules, but fails tremendously, cause there's no way he can refuse you! How could he?? Look at those eyes! He's a villain, not a monster!

The only thing he can be strict about is fire. No fire magic with a baby in the same room!

Matthew enjoys putting together your outfits, so you can match his tremendous pirate-chique style.

Somehow always has your favorite snacks in his pockets.

Whenever you're crying, his first instinct is to distract you. He tries to show a magic trick, then it goes hilariously wrong, and you start giggling. Success, hah! Another great victory for Matthew Patel!

The type of caregiver who hears you babbling and starts going: "Oh, really? There's just no way! This is so ridiculous, tell me more! That's simply... shocking".

[writerof-thewoods]

A Weapon? A Monster? A Child.

Regressor! Alastor and CG! Rosie <3 Word count: 2193

He could hear them. Their mocking, jeering voices at his new found problem. The great, terrifying Alastor a puppet to something else, how little in control he was of anything. He couldn’t shake them out of his head. Every second filled with their reverberating laughs and yet, Alastor could do nothing but endure. 

He winced as he tried to stand, hands shaking and bones weary. Oh how cowardly he must’ve looked, barely able to stand on his two feet, hiding behind his shadow as he retreats to the one place he found solace. His radio tower. 

And not even that eased his ever growing fear. Whatever was left of it stood before him, a grim sight that made his already unwell state much, much worse. It served as another reminder of his failure. To see the very thing that kept him sane all these years defiled in such a manner. He truly had no idea how to react. Part of him wanted to go stark raving mad, and the other….

He slowly, unsteadily made his way through the wreckage that lay in front of it, his body ringing with each sting that came. It also didn’t help that he was regretfully known as something he hated to his core. He was a little. Such a pathetic aspect that he, much to his gratitude, managed to keep hidden from everyone else. Oftentimes even himself until it caught up to him once in a blue moon. No one knew and no one would know if he could keep it up the way he had the past few decades. However, that seemed much more unlikely given his current situation. The attack was so easily avoidable and yet, he still got hurt. He could’ve been killed and how he so narrowly avoided Adam’s final blow was beyond him. Now, he would’ve actually preferred it because then he wouldn’t have to face the aftermath that he knew was yet to come. 

It terrified him. To know of how much weakness he was showing. He could only hope, no, beg that no one saw and once he made his way inside, he exhaled in relief. He was alone. A disgrace, but alone nonetheless. Despite his rather embarrassing secret, he willed himself not to let it affect him. Not the fact that a huge chunk of his prized room was missing altogether, let alone the mess that was the inside of it. Reaching his table, the pain stumped him once again, making him fall to his knees. His smile wavered and he bared his teeth as he found himself underneath it. Sighing strained in relief, the safety of the confined space only worsened his struggle between headspaces. 

On one hand he just wouldn’t allow himself to, and on the other, he had no control over it. His body ached inside and out, his heart panged heavily on the fact that he was losing it, and underneath all of it, he felt so…scared. He was a fawn caught in a wolf’s den. A little boy hiding from the bastard he shared a bloodline with, hoping to God he wouldn’t find him. A cornered animal and with that, it was all too much. 

He couldn’t handle it anymore. 

He slipped. 

********

The fight may have been over, but that didn’t stop Rosie from feeling, at the very least, a little concerned. It wasn’t just the fear of losing everything she’d known that ailed her. It was losing the people she cared about. Really, the one person she cared about the most. And since it was finished, she hadn’t seen him at all, not even once and it was starting to worry her. 

Alastor was Rosie’s best friend, and she just couldn’t bear to lose him. Not like that. 

Looking over at the celebration behind her, she smiled fondly. She couldn’t be more happy for the unlikely group of residents, despite hardly knowing most of them. Charlie was such a darling, how could she not? Even as they stood under a building in desperate need of fixing, she still looked so happy. So proud. It was…admirable, to say the least. To watch her and her friends be so passionate about their achievements warmed her heart. 

Still though, as she turned her head in thought, something was…off. She could sense it even if she wasn’t sure what exactly “it” was. 

Speaking of which, there was one thing missing from such a display of victor, or rather, one person. Someone who would be even more supportive than she was. Where was Alastor? 

The rest seemed to pick up on that and Charlie asked the same thing as well. The rest kind of shrugged with mutterings of “I’m not sure” or “Last I saw was during the fight, so it beats me.” That didn’t help much in easing her anxieties. As they began looking, some albeit more willingly than the rest, she sighed. Her eyebrow raised, she took off to look for the demon. After all, she of all people ought to know where he was. 

She walked up to the one place she figured he might be. Everywhere else came out to be unsuccessful, so there was really one place left. Holding the hem of her skirt as she climbed up the stairs, Rosie walked curiously to the radio tower. Nothing out of the ordinary there, disregarding the very obvious debris. She couldn’t see anything, but if her nose and ears served her right, something was very, very wrong. The scent of blood seeped from beyond the door making her feel oddly nauseous for once, her stomach churning at what could be waiting for her. Thinking better of it, she steeled herself and went inside. 

The blood trailed over to his desk at a concerning amount. Stepping over the rubble, her gut wrenching at the sight of something he cared so much about ruined without a second thought, she called out gently. 

“Alastor? Sweetie, you in here?” She craned her neck, unable to see anything. “Everyone’s been looking for you.” She stepped carefully, avoiding the coat rack that now lay on the floor just waiting to trip some unsuspecting person. Suddenly, a low sound of strained breathing rumbled from his form, an ear perking up at hearing her come in. That gave it away to Rosie as she approached the desk even closer, her feet just inches away from his crumpled body. 

And that’s when he found him.

Crouching down, she saw a not quite unfamiliar sight. The all powerful Radio Demon’s smile gone, eyes squeezed shut as he lay curled into himself. Rosie knew what this was, she’d seen it before, but definitely not to this extent. Her head cocked to the side, she whispered. 

“Alastor..?”

Eyes nervously squeezed open, big, wide, doe eyes pouring into her as they tried to hide his fear to no avail. Glassy from tears hiding behind him that threatened to pour at any moment. Rosie’s heart squeezed in a way it very rarely did. Not unfamiliar to her, but the circumstances she found him certainly were. At the sight of her, the little shuddered, a pleading look on his face. 

“Oh..” Rosie gasped, crawling to his side and reaching out her hand, holding the side of his head. “You poor dear, is this where you’ve been all this time?” 

He didn’t have the words to respond, flinching slightly at her touch. Strained, he nodded his head slowly, uncurling himself slightly at her asking to see what happened. God, it hurt so much. He just wanted his mama, even though he knew she wouldn’t come. He sniffled, choking back a sob that escaped his throat. 

Rosie clicked her tongue and moved closer to pull him into her arms. Seeing him like this threatened to make her cry as well, wishing so desperately she would've come sooner. How long had he been like this? So scared and in pain. Part of her wanted to shake her head at his stubbornness, but she knew it wasn’t the time. The fawn just about broke as he pressed his head into her chest, giving in to the pain that rang throughout his body. His broken cries barely muffled by his best friend’s vise-like hold. 

“Oh my sweet thing, it’s alright.” She whispered, moving instinctively to brush the hair out of his face and pulling a handkerchief from her skirt. “I got you. Why don’t we get you out of here, hmm?” She tilted her head down at him, feeling him nod against her chest. “Now just hold still for a moment. It’s gonna hurt a little, but it’ll be quick, okay? Take a deep breath.” She inhaled deeply, crawling out from under the table and moving to pick him up. 

Alastor groaned at the motion, wincing as Rosie avoided his injuries and lifted him into her arms like a bride. Normally he would’ve laughed at such a feat of strength, the thought distracting him from the sharp jolt in his wounds. “There we go, you did a swell job baby! Such a brave boy.” Rosie walked out of the room, making a mental note to clean up his blood from the floor later and thought about where to go from here. She certainly didn’t want to leave him here, nor draw any attention from the others. There was always her emporium, even if it was a bit away. Yeah, that was a good idea. He’d be less...manic later on without anyone else knowing. And she was more certain he’d be safe there. That was all that mattered. 

*******

The baby sat on the toilet, curiously watching as Rosie rolled up her sleeves and went to work taking off his jacket. It was clear that Alastor needed stitches at the very least, if not something more later on. He didn’t seem to have any more serious injuries underneath, but it still didn’t look good. The other threaded the needle after cleaning him up the best she could and knelt down in front of him.

“Okay kiddo, now you’re not gonna like this, but I gotta do it. So take a big breath for me and we’ll get this over with, sound good?” Rosie admitted sympathetically. Piecing the skin together, she went to work suturing him up. Funnily enough, she’d done this plenty of times before, so really, it went by much quicker than she anticipated. 

“And...done! Look at you, being such a strong boy. That’s my Alastor alright! Isn’t it?” She cooed, laughing when he bleated happily in response. It wasn’t a common noise, however, it was one characteristic of his deerish nature he didn’t seem to despise. It was…well it was pretty damn cute. To the both of them and especially Rosie. 

Once again she picked him up and carried him into the room. Judging by his increasingly longer yawns, she knew he had to be exhausted. The day didn’t even feel like just a day and for Alastor it must’ve felt like a week at the very least. Discarding his tattered suit, she looked through her chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of fuzzy pajamas. Rosie pulled them over his worn-out, shockingly lanky frame; he looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. She’d have to do something about that later, she thought. Ruffling the top of his head, she watched as the little one rubbed tiredly at his ever-so drooping eyes and walked across the room to turn out the light. And following that, she turned on the phonograph to its lowest volume. A familiar lullaby flooding the air. He whined slightly at her walking away, earning him a little tease from the other. “Hey now, I’m gonna be right back. I’m not going anywhere.” She sat next to him on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders. “See?”

The fawn turned to look at the woman and blinked slowly. Not quite registering her reappearance until he felt her hand. Alastor huffed, tiredness clouding his mind and tucked his head into her shoulder. Rosie moved to pull the covers down and laid him down underneath them. Dried tear tracks stained his cheeks and right as he was about to fall asleep he turned his head up at her. The same pleading gaze as before, asking her not to leave him. Her hand to her chest, she drew in a breath. 

“Of course my little fawn, I’ll stay. Is that what you’re asking?” Alastor cooed, the smaller holding out his hand. Rosie smiled and took his hand in hers, running her thumb across the top of his fingers. She hummed alongside the phonograph and watched as he drifted off to sleep, breathing lightly as if the day had never even happened. Rosie kissed the top of his forehead, lingering for a minute more before whispering. 

“Sweet dreams darling, I’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing can hurt you now, I promise.” 

Having it all over with, Rosie was happy. It may take time for it all to heal, but at least in the moment, her friend, her little fawn was okay and for her, that was enough.

[roseyposie-agere]

Ghost caregiver! headcannons (This one might be a little spooky for some kiddos, be mindful friends!)

- strange things have been happening recently, sure there's the common bumps in the night but even stranger it almost feels like someone tries to tuck in when you go to sleep

- your pacifiers end up seemingly washed and put away for you, bottles/sippy cups appear in the fridge full of your favorite drink, and even your stuffies get sat gently back in their spots if accidently knocked over without you lifting a finger

- you see, there's a friend hidden away in the dark corners of your home. Ghosts can be quite shy if you'd believe it, and they'd hate to scare such a precious little one! So your ghost friend helps around when they can't be seen, quiet as a mouse while you go about your day

- sometimes they do hum softly, gentle melodies they don't really remember the words to but soothing regardless. When you have nightmares they'll hum and fix your blanket better around you, no scary things can get you here darling

- they're easily spooked by you getting hurt, even stubbing a toe causes a little panic. If you're icing something you'll find you never have to replace the ice pack and if you have a scrape brand new bandaids happen to be just where you can spot them when it's time to change them

- notebooks and scrap pieces of paper have messages you don't recall writing on them, things like "you're doing amazing!" and "remember to brush your teeth :)" with small doodles surrounding the text

- the ghost knows they make things a little chilly, but they hope you don't mind as they brush your hair out of your face and kiss your forehead goodnight (though it feels more like a tickle) humming a long lost lullaby

[agerefandom]

Fizzarolli Regression Headcanons

has always been a playful/intentional regressor, insisting Blitzo clean up when they were kids because he's 'just a baby'

was vaguely aware that it was more than an act: when threatened or flustered, his body gets more clumsy and his brain works slower

insanely obvious when he's regressing: his entire body language changes, his tail either wraps around his legs or he starts fiddling with it in his hands

his regression actually retreated after the fire: he couldn't get back to that safe, cozy place that he remembered

he wondered if it was just another thing that Blitzo had taken with him when he left without a backwards glance

and then, Asmodeus.

Fizz rediscovered his regression through discussions with Asmodeus about kink and Fizzarolli was like 'oh, that's almost but not quite?' and they had a discussion about regression!

Asmodeus is generally familiar with things at the edges of his territory, since he still does a lot of production and sales for them: nonsexual kink and age regression and uses of materials for stim toys instead of bondage gear

Fizzarolli's new regression is very linked to Asmodeus, and the two of them make a lot of time for it!

even though Asmodeus knew about age regression, he didn't have much hands-on experience, because who would trust the demon of lust with such an innocent and vulnerable space?

Fizzarolli would, and Asmodeus thrives in the trust that the two of them share

Fizz is spoiled to hell and back, of course, with treats and stuffed animals and outfits and toys

lots of frog themed gear because of Asmodeus's "Froggy" nickname for him

clingy baby, occasionally pulls Asmodeus out of meetings for more playtime (he literally handles Asmodeus's schedule, he can make sure he catches up later)

falls asleep curled up on Ozzie's chest

puts on shows for Asmodeus with juggling and climbing on top of the fridge while Asmodeus tries to get him back down safely

refuses to eat his vegetables unless there are airplane noises

[jacksdinonuggets]

~Mother Figures~

Summary: Charlie and vaggie's mother figures look after them as they regress.

Notes: I want to write more of their mother figure's caring for them. I'll be happy to take any suggestions if you enjoyed this

The day had been pretty tough for Charlie. It was mentally straining and she needed to just relax. So she went to Vaggie. She suggested that she could regress in order to help. It took a little bit of time but soon enough, Charlie managed to slip into her headspace. Unfortunately, while playing with her, Vaggie started to get that fuzzy feeling. She knew she was bound to slip soon, which was not good. If she slipped without anyone around, they would be in serious trouble. So Vaggie took out her phone and began calling Carmine’s weaponry

“Vaggie? Is everything okay? You don’t usually call,” Carmilla answered the phone almost right away.

“N-no, Chawlie slipped and I can feel myself stawting to as well. Can you please come over?” She tried putting on the best big kid voice she could.

“Yes, I’ll be right there, sweetie,” Carmilla replied before hanging up the phone. She’s never taken care of Charlie before and Vaggie was already a pretty big handful, she would need backup. So she called one of her old friend’s to come help.

“Aunty w’osie!” Charlie cheered when the two caregivers showed up at the door. Vaggie was very clearly already regressed, rolling around on the floor. She didn’t have any of her little gear because she didn’t want to leave Charlie.

Charlie had run up to Rosie and hugged her.

“You two know each other?” Carmilla asked Rosie.

“Charlie came by cannibal town before the extermination, asking for my people. She’s a great kid,” Rosie patted Charlie’s head.

While she was keeping Charlie occupied, Carmilla went up to Vaggie’s room to grab her little’s items. Once she returned, Rosie was playing car’s with a very happy and excited Charlie in the common area. Vaggie was still on the floor, just crawling around, making grabby hands in the air. 

After Carmilla was done changing her into her padding and onesie, she carried Vaggie back to the floor of the common area.

“Can Vaggie pway with us?” Charlie asked, really wanting her playmate to join in. She was very accepting and friendly to all littles. 

Vaggie nodded but Carmilla looked a little hesitant. She didn’t want Vaggie to possibly get hurt or frustrated because she couldn’t keep up. But luckily, she seemed to play car’s just fine. She even made little ‘Vroom’ noises too. Carmilla chuckled and awed at her pure adorableness.

It was getting close to lunch time So they moved some of their toys into the kitchen so at least both caregivers were there. While they were making lunch, Charlie really wanted to help out.

“Bu’ I can help!” Charlie protested when Rosie told her no. she was currently cutting up apple slices for Charlie while Carmilla was paying attention to Vaggie. She did NOT want someone who was feeling 4 years old near a knife.

“Sorry, baby, but this is too dangerous,” Rosie replied to her whining. Charlie pouted, upset that she wasn’t allowed to help.

When she was finished with Charlie’s PB&J sandwiches shaped like a rainbows and her appleslices, she made a bottle of warm milk and stirred in some chocolate vitamin flavoring for Vaggie. she also got out some sweetened apple sauce.

Carmilla put Vaggie in her highchair once Rosie said that lunch was ready. She fed her the apple sauce and soon gave her the bottle afterwards. She was very well behaved and barely got anything on her face.

Charlie on the other hand was… a messy eater. She got peanut butter and Jelly smeared all over her face and Rosie had to clean her face off once she was done. 

Afterwards, Vaggie was clearly in need of a nap. The warm milk made her feel ‘eepy. So she took a nap in the middle of the floor in the common area. Rosie picked her up and put her on the couch and covered her with a blanket. She decided that it would probably be best if Charlie took a nap too. However, Charlie kept insisting that she wasn’t tired, even though she was rubbing her eyes and yawning.

“Bu’ I don’t need a nap! I’m a big kid!” She protested when Rosie set her down on the couch. Carmilla was just cleaning the kitchen and couldn’t help out with the tantrum.

“Yes, but Big kids need naps sometimes too. I take naps every once in a while,” she explained, trying to convince her to lay down. She tried coaxing her with her stuffed ducky but it wasn’t working.

“No!” she raised her voice.

“Vaggie is sleeping, sweetie, keep your voice down,” Rosie told her. But she didn’t listen

“I’m not taking a nap!” she screamed at her caregiver. Unfortunately, this woke Vaggie up. Waking up to screaming was definitely considered overwhelming because Vaggie began crying almost instantly.

Rosie rushed to Vaggie’s side and began to try to calm her down. Charlie realized that she had scared her friend and felt regretful. Once Rosie was done calming her down and vaggie was asleep again, Charlie apologized.

“M sorry, I’ll take a nap…” she dragged her feet as she walked over to the couch and laid down on it.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Rosie kissed her forehead and covered her body with a soft blanket.

The day went on pretty well. Since Carmilla and Rosie fell out of touch awhile ago, it was nice to catch up while caring for the two. It was cute to see their regressed practically adopted daughters. It was especially adorable to see how loyal they were even when small. They were by each other’s side almost at all times. Hopefully, Carmilla and Rosie would babysit again soon.

[babyanderson]

farm!cg!dina x little!reader x farm!cg!ellie

putting down your fork on the dinner table, you turn to dina who’s walking in from the back garden. she’s holding a few bottles of milk and a crate of eggs.

“what you holdin’, mama?” you ask her, looking up at her, and then to ellie who’s sat across from you.

“got some milk and eggs, baby. gonna help me and mama make cookies after dinner?” she says, setting everything down on the counter and then taking your hand to stand you up, sitting down on your chair and placing you in her lap. you nod feverishly at her, and then to ellie.

“yes, please!! make cookies, now!! please, mama?” they both laugh, dina’s arms wrapping around your waist, settling you down.

“after dinner, baby. need to finish your food first, okay?” ellie says, gesturing down at your basically full plate. you sigh and pick your fork back up, defeated.

a mere thirty minutes later, you’re sat on the counter top, flour on your nose, smiling up at your mamas.

“please can i crack the eggs, mama?” you ask ellie, holding your palm out, already knowing she’ll say yes.

she hands you the egg and you crack it into the bowl, ignoring the inevitable shell that fell into it. you hear ellie giggle as you hand her the empty shell (what was left of it) and dina takes the shell out of the bowl.

“i mix, please?” you ask softly, looking at the whisk in dina’s hand. she nods and says you can mix it together, both holding onto the whisk as ellie keeps a hold of you sitting on the counter, tickling your sides.

“mama! no ticklin’, i busy!” you almost shout at ellie, looking up at her angrily. she puts her hands up, her eyes wide.

“i’m sorry, baby. no tickling,” she kisses the top of your head, and dina’s too.

after pouring the milk in, ellie pours the rest into your bottle, handing it to you.

“want the rest, angel?” she asks softly, picking you up and holding you on her hip. you nod and take it from her, sipping it gently.

you and ellie both watch dina put the cookie batter onto the tray, ellie stepping back when she opens the oven.

“‘s hot, baby. gotta stay in the livingroom while they cook, okay?” ellie says softly, walking into the living room and placing you on the sofa, putting a blanket over you.

“mama and i will be back in a minute, angel. stay put..” ellie leaves the room, not taking her eyes off of you, making you giggle.

“mama, you so silly,” you whisper to yourself, reaching for your book to read.

a couple pages in, dina walks into the room holding a plate of cookies! ellie takes your book from your hands, making you frown up at her.

“mama! my book! i readin’ that!” ellie pouts down at you, picking you back up into her lap, handing your book back to you.

as you start to read again, a cookie touches your lips.

“open up, baby,” dina whispers, and you take a bite. dina and ellie kiss both your cheeks at the same time, making you giggle to yourself. you love your little family. <3

[uravitationalpull]

hey all! so you know how there's like inktober and like a thousand more october drawing/writing/crafting/etc challenges? well, i couldn't find any agere ones! so, i made my own ageretober! :) i wanted to share it in case anyone wanted to do these prompts with me so here you go!

the list is also under the cut! happy writing!

Pumpkins

Fireplace

Decorating

Blackout

Injured

Scary movies

Stimming

Magic

Skeleton

Leaves

Comfy

Ghost

Bedtime

Pranks

Spiders

Sick

Spice

Vampire

Uh-Oh!

Candy

Family

Angel/Demon

Potion

Hungry

Werewolf

Sweater

Rainy day

Pet names

Nightlight

Bite

Halloween

[tinyspiderbeat]

Cg!Hobie Brown headcanons

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- Hobie is your punk dad in a way, ofc not actual dad but he has the vibes for sure- This man would take you out to so many places and just blare music for funzies

- A very good caregiver actually!! He spoils his littles with a lot of stuff (mostly stolen but it’s the thought that counts, right?) Hobie has definitely stolen stuffed animals for Miles and Pavitr and Gwen even though she doesn’t regress.

- Doesn’t know how to cook, so he definitely orders out a lot or snags stuff from Spidey HQ to feed himself and his littles, Hobie is in the process of learning from Pavitr’s auntie though!! So don’t entirely discount him!!

- Has the patience for autistic or non verbal littles, can listen to cues very well even if they aren’t even that obvious. Miles is getting overstimulated and starts to shrink into himself? Hobie has found an excuse to drag them both away to play games or just relax.

- Loves to play for his littles!! Lets them play his guitar as well- Although he is closely monitoring them to make sure nothing bad happens to the guitar or his baby gets upset with the notes not sounding right.

- Absolute praise and nickname machine! You eat at least one thing? even if it was a snack? “Nice job, rockstar!” you stand up for yourself in a situation? “They deserved it, i’m proud of you bug.” he is such a sweet caregiver despite his tougher outside appearance it’s really really nice!

- During the events of ATSV he was a comfort spot for all the spidey squad, although it was a back and forth situation!! Everyone was everyone’s safe place and it totally drove him into some form of a babysitter headspace.

- “Hate the AM, Hate the PM”- This dude will definitely try to introduce british food to his littles and try to hold back laughter when they groan out of slight disgust but will absolutely praise them for trying it in the first place no matter what.

- Despite me hcing him as a caregiver i do believe he’s somewhat of a flip- having a lean towards being a caregiver though just out of comfort and some distrust towards the people around him. (whoever you think of can work here for sure)

[emmies-agere]

hii can you do caregiver headcanons for mr kitty or level 974 of the backrooms pls n thx 💞

hello!! of course <3 i won’t lie that i’ve only ever seen a few tiktoks of mr. kitty, so i hope that i characterized him well haha! saw him and immediately thought he’d make a cool caregiver,, i hope you enjoy! take care c:

potentially disturbing image below!

mr. kitty caregiver headcanons!

•mr. kitty is a very quiet and soft-spoken caregiver. he doesn’t talk much, but he shows that he cares for you with actions rather than words.

•checks up on you often! if you were sleeping, he’d carefully poke his head into your room to check on you. or if you were playing outside (as much of an outside as there is...) he would always keep a close eye on you. trust that even if you can’t see him, he’s watching over you.

•has lots of gear for you! there’s always plushies on the bed, toys in bins and paci’s in the drawers. he’s sure to find out your favorite colors and items!

•he likes to just sit with you. would watch cartoons/your favorite show on the couch with you (he miiight let you snuggle him...) or will just sit on a chair beside you while you did an activity.

•doesn’t use a lot of pet names, but i think when he does, he uses dear.

•mr. kitty is very gentle when he does speak. he would let you ramble on and on to him, and he wouldn’t mind a bit! even if your words are incoherent, he’d simply respond with an, “oh, really?” “tell me more, dear.”

•of course, there’s always an abundance of foods you like when you’re with him. however, i think he would be fond of cooking with you. baking some cookies, or icing cakes. mixing up some trail mix together or trying to make your own pizza. there’s a child-like kind of fun to it!

•mr. kitty will never fail to tuck you in. you’ll never go to sleep without him pulling the blankets over you and your stuffie and softly kissing your forehead, murmuring a goodnight.

•he’d guard your stuffies for you any time you asked! if you were busy and needed to go do something, he’d make sure they were safe and loved until you got back.

•when you were having a rough day, mr. kitty would try to do little things to make things easier for you. he’d run a warm bath with bubbles and bath toys. he’d make sure your favorite meal was prepared, and he would always have your comfort items on hand/in your room.

•when it comes to comforting you, he might not always know what to say, but he wants you to know he’s there. he’ll tell you that if you want to talk, he will listen to you for as long as you need, but otherwise... he’ll wrap you in his arms until you feel better.

•mr. kitty is a rather reserved caregiver, but he hopes you know that he loves you and would not trade caring for you for the world <3

[dragon-queen21]

Amazing Digital Circus agere fic

Based off of a head canon that I had that most, if not all players who get trapped end up regressing. Perhaps something that's been implemented by Caine as a measure to help fight off abstraction. (I know he can't technically mess with their minds but hush, we ignore that in favor of writing potential)

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Pomni who’s already so overwhelmed by the world around her when suddenly everything starts to feel even more overwhelming. (if that’s even possible, at this point she doesn’t want to know)

She’s not herself, clearly, as she can’t even remember her own name, yet she’s sure she would have remembered if she’d felt like this before. Spacey, and small. The bright colors surrounding her are starting to give her a headache. The feeling of dread as if being like a child who’s lost their guardian in a public place settles over her in waves.

“Baby’s first drop.” Jax says and he’s looking at her with an odd mixture of what might be concern and amusement. “And by the looks of it, not gonna be a pretty one.”

He gets elbowed in the stomach from Ragatha.

“Ouch. Rude much?” She ignores him.

The group watching as she approaches Pomni. “Hey it’s alright. You’re going to be fine hun, just take a deep breath.”

“I mean none of us have to actually breathe here, it’s all just made to simulate the-” Kinger starts to ramble gaining a sharp look from Ragatha.

Kinger yelps.

“None of you are helping right now.”

“Never mind, carry on.”

She’s trying to be soothing, reaching out to comfort Pomni before she can panic anymore. "You're alright button. "

[survivorkidz]

idk, but he's the type who understands even the most indecipherable babytalk

[thebabyprince]

Can u do little! Scott and caregiver! Wallace head canons pls, I honestly wish there was more agere content in the Scott pilgrim fandom

I sure can!!! Hope you enjoy them, and I completely agree with you, that's why i decided to write for it!!!! Hope you like em :]

Caregiver! Wallace and Little! Scott

Wallace, maybe, didn't know the term 'age regresion' but knew that something was up.

Sometimes there were situations, where Scott would act much more childish than usual, and when confronted about it afterwards, he would deny it and act very defensive about it.

For example, the other night Wallace woke up with Scott curled up against his chest, his thumb stuck in his mouth. Wallace gently petted him on the back, and he let out a soft cry, hugging Wallace tighter.

"What? That didn't happen. You're making it up". "It totally did happen, bro, deny it all you want". "You were just drunk and imagining things!"

And Scott leaves the house as fast as possible, face red from embarrasment.

Then it happens again the next night, Scott against his chest, sucking on his thumb.

Wallace got an idea. He ruffled Scott's hair and Scott, predictably, let out a cry.

"Hey, Scott. Scotty. Buddy, we gotta wake up"

"I don't wanna-a!" Wallace chuckled, noticing that he sounds a bit softer and high-pitched than usual.

"I bet you don't, but we can't just stay in bed forever, can we?" Wallace shifts his position into a sitting now, Scott now being on his lap, hanging on his neck, whining softly. "There we go... Hey, pal, can I ask you a question? Can you tell me how old you are? You can show me with your fingers if you're shy".

Scott goes quiet for a moment, and then hesitantly shows Wallace 3 fingers.

"Very good. Thank you, Scott, you are being very helpful right now. I know it takes a lot of courage to admit things. You sure are a brave boy". Scott smiles so very gently. "Now, do you want to watch cartoons while i make us breakfast?"

And general headcanons:

Scott regresses either to 3 to 4 year old toddler or to a baby

They never established a parental title for Wallace, so toddler Scott just calls him by his name. However, baby Scott can't articulate words well, so he just pointed at Wallace one time and went "mama!!" Wallace accepted that.

Scott is a very talkative little, he likes to swing his legs while sitting at the table, telling Wallace everything about his day, all the cool bugs he saw and a level in the videogame he beat.

Wallace tends to take Scott play outside a lot, cause they both need that fresh air!!

Scott's the type of little to chew and suck on EVERYTHING. His thumb, his shirt, blankets, his toys, even crayons and markers. The first little gear Wallace ever bought him was a pacifier and two teethers, cause Scott just put anything in his mouth without thinking twice.

He also bought him a toy truck and an Eevie plush, which were also a hit.

Wallace lo-o-oves nicknames, sticking them in almost every sentence, but he tends to keep the overly sweet ones to himself. His usual go-to's are 'buddy', 'pal', 'kiddo' and 'champ'. He occasionally uses 'sweetheart' when Scott's being extra clingy and vulnerable.

He also calls him a tiny menace, as a cool title😎

Scott still really likes videogames when he's small, but he tends to stick to simplier ones, and sometimes he asks Wallace to help him beat them.

[sayuri-cakes2019]

Hi darling! I missed you all morning! How was your day? Are you tired, bug? Awh, do you wanna regress? That’s alright, little one! You can regress, I’ll go put on a movie for us to watch. I’ll go get us some snacks and get your bottle! Does that sound good? Awesome! I’ll go get your blankie as well. Go get yourself comfy on the couch, I’ll get everything ready!