#as always my regression writing includes sleep

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

hi!! would you be able to do a fic of snufkin taking care of a sick regressor? if you could make the regressor aged 3-4 that would be great!! tysm!!!!!!

Of course! I'm so sorry this took so long, I was actually feeling pretty unwell myself so I was struggling to get any writing done. I also have emetophobia so I had to be a little vague with the illness I hope that's okay ʕ`•̥ᴥ•̥`ʔ

I really like how this came out though and I hope you do too! <3

Snufkin Cares for Sick Little Reader <3

It's been a long couple of days. You figured you were safe from sickness as the weather warmed, but unfortunately the Valley had other ideas. Stuck in bed while the others went off to play and seek adventure had you grumbly and moodier than usual.

It just wasn't fair! How come you are the only one who can't get their limbs to cooperate when you try to get up and walk around? And that was without mentioning the fever and icky tummy.

But Moomin has promised today will be different. He and the others have gone into the woodland to find a rare plant Moominmama spied in Granny's notes that will hopefully bring your temperature down and give you a little more energy.

Snufkin had volunteered to stay back and take care of you. When asked if he was sure (he did have the best eye for plants among the group after all), he pointed them in the direction of the Hemulen (who's eye was even better than his when it came to flora and fauna) and said he was needed more by your side today.

You hadn't known what he meant by that until you felt it. That telltale fuzzy feeling in the back of your mind.

Everything is just so hard right now. You're tired and achy and nothing feels good to eat and all you want to do is cry and stomp your feet.

You're regressing.

It shouldn't be a surprise - days of feeling icky and not being able to play with your friends? A recipe for disaster. Luckily, Snufkin had noticed and appointed himself caregiver for the day.

"It's okay to let go." He says, eyes tilted towards the sky as you both lay out on the grass, cushions from Moominmama propping you up and keeping you comfortable while the gentle breeze attempts to wash your fever away. "I'm here. I've got you."

You feel the tears well up as soon as he finishes speaking. Any resistance you might've felt melts away and you allow yourself to feel miserable in the only way a toddler knows how. You let the tears fall with a whimper and soon you're cradled against a soft green coat, rocking in a soothing motion while you wail.

"I know, I know little one." Snufkin coos. "You've been so brave, haven't you? I know it hurts but I just know you'll feel better soon."

He places a small kiss against your head, and keeps talking when the tears slow.

"And when you do, we'll go on as many adventures as you'd like. To the beach, to the woods, even soaring through the sky. Anything you can dream up, angel."

"Da others be there?" You question, one hand rubbing at your eyes and the other clutching at Snufkin's coat as if scared he might disappear.

Snufkin chuckles and takes over wiping away your tears, much gentler than you yourself had been. He produces a pacifier from his pocket and clips it to your own clothes, giving you the comfort of knowing it's there without pressuring you to use it if you aren't quite feeling young enough.

"Yes, the others will be back as soon as they can be. And you know they love to play with you, whatever age you feel on the inside. I bet each of them has an idea for an adventure, we can ask them later if you'd like?"

You nod quickly, then pout when your head hurts at the motion.

"Owie."

Snufkin kisses your forehead with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, sweet one. Do you think you could manage some soup? I made some earlier and it might help hydrate you more than water. I'd hope it'd be tastier too." He adds, noting your scrunched nose at the mention of water. It feels like all you've been doing these past days is drinking water.

You nod slowly, hoping the food goes down well this time. If Snufkin says it's a good idea, you're going to believe him.

You didn't, however, factor in the fact your friend would have to get up to fetch the food.

A whine passes your lips and you cling on even tighter to his coat.

"Nuh uh! Snuf'in stay!" You protest. Snufkin hushes you, stroking your hair till you calm a little.

"Easy, sweetheart." He coos again. "I'll be right back. Count to ten for me, okay?"

You do so reluctantly, counting between shaky breathes the longer Snufkin is away from you. He smiles encouragingly as he emerges from his tent, large flask in hand.

"There." He says, plopping back beside you before you've even reached the number ten. "I'm so proud of you, little one. I know that was hard."

You get another kiss to your head for your efforts and you can't help the smile that overtakes you. Snukin is proud of you!

"There's that sweet smile." Snufkin says, smiling back as he opens the lid of the flask and pours some soup into it. "Now, I'm going to hold this, just sip carefully okay? And we'll see how you feel once you've tried some."

The task sounds simple enough, and you nod your head with determination. Snufkin boops your nose, and then lifts the soup to your mouth for you to take the first sip.

It's DELICIOUS.

Your eyes widen and Snufkin pulls the lid back as you attempt to gulp all of it down at once.

"Ah ah, not so fast." He says. "I'm glad you like it, but you have to take it easy at first, okay?"

You pout, but nod. Snufkin giggles.

"Okay." He says, bringing the soup to your mouth again.

You sip much more slowly this time, basking in the warmth of the food and the ache in your head fading into the background.

When you can't drink anymore, Snufkin closes the flask and rolls it away from you both, pulling you in to snuggle against him again.

"Now. I think a nap is in order, then by the time you wake up the others should be here to help you feel all better. How's that sound?"

At your clear hesitation, Snufkin continues.

"We can take a nap right here beneath the sky. Together."

You smile and hum in confirmation, allowing Snufkin to lower you both onto the cushions. He tucks your head under his chin, curling into one another, and begins to hum.

The tune isn't a familar one, most likely taking inspiration from the wind, the rustling leaves, the bubble of the stream not so far away.

It sounds like home, and you allow yourself to drift, knowing you are safe, and you are loved.

[impish-baby]

Aaahshsn hii.,. Kinda nervous sendin in an ask for the first time, but do ya think you could write somethin with yandere younger sibling(s) & a shy/nervous older sibling reader? (Agere) I dunno if you've done anythin like this before so I'm sorry if ya have.,, I love your writin a lot though and I would be real grateful if ya even just read this 🫶

I read this as older sib being shy/embarrassed about regressing.. apologies if you wanted something else!

The last thing you wanted to see after coming home from school was that your little brother had gone through your room, least of all what he got his grubby little mitts on.

Neatly laid out on your bed is all the gear you had hidden away in the bottom of your dresser, including your pacifier.

Mortified doesn't even begin to describe how you feel.

"How was class?" Carter swivels nonchalantly in your desk chair, a smug look on his face. "That professor an ass like usual?"

You can't even scold the younger boy for his language, too focused on thinking about how you're going to explain yourself in a way that's believable.

"Are you done gaping like a fish?" He gets up, waving a hand in front of your face with a pout. "You know, I should really tell mom you've been lying, I'm willing to hear you out first though."

Lying?

"You haven't been honest with any of us," Carter crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. "A lie by ommission is still a lie, that's bad, you know? But I'm such a kind little brother that I haven't tattled yet, you have a chance to tell the truth."

The explanation you try to give is clumsy, babbling on that the items actually belong to a friend, that you're just holding onto them-

"Yeah, right." The boy scoffs, rolling his eyes. "I'm not stupid, you don't even have that many friends to begin with." Always a brat, huh? "Come on, why won't you just admit it? I'm not making fun of you, I just want to know what's going on with my big sibling."

It's embarrassing, humiliating. You wouldn't have come home if you knew that you'd be confronted like this, a nice ditch would look pretty comfortable right now.

You eventually get the words out, your cheeks sweltering as you tell him that it's just a dumb thing you do sometimes to help with stress.

"Oh, I know what it is." He hums, a smirk settling on his lips. "I just wanted to hear you say it." Carter grasps your hand, pulling you over to sit with him on the bed. "Why are your things so boring though? Our baby stuff was always cute.."

Strangling him isn't out of the question yet, or you could smother him in his sleep with a pillow.

"Dad will buy you whatever you want, I don't get why you're so cagey-" Carter grunts when you snatch the paci he had picked up out of his hands, looking highly offended. "Rude, I'm just saying you're making this into a bigger deal than it is. Nothing should be worth lying to us over."

You sigh, leaning back against the pillows, which is apparently an invitation to cuddle. He curls up against your side, arms wrapping around you like a vice. "I'm serious.. no one is gonna judge, we just want to make sure you're taken care of."

There's something weird in his voice when he says that, but like everything else apparently you must be overthinking it.

"Please, bubs? I love you, I want to spend time together even if you're little. I can be a good big bro, I'll prove it!"

[sleepystarryskies]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Nat isn’t quite sure how to deal with the cold, and when her favourite comfort isn’t available to her she feels younger than normal, Lottie has to figure out how to distract her from that fact and warm her up.

{ notes- this is my very first time writing a oneshot so i hope you enjoy it !! this is also a gift for @cryingatwindermerepeaks thank you for all your contributions towards the yellowjackets agere tag !! includes cg!lottie, regressor!nat, use of pacifiers, mentions of nats trauma relating to the cold.}

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“There you are.” Lottie’s voice manages to squeeze itself into the tiny space between the coatrack and the shelf where they keep the outdoor shoes. When Nat moves the arm of her fur coat, she can spot the light pink fabric of Lottie’s pyjama bottoms creasing as she kneels in front of her hiding spot.

The weather had been getting colder again, windows frosted over when they woke in the early mornings, and cardigans worn over their sleep shirts. Nat had never minded the winter before the crash- the cold was merely an inconvenience due to the trailer not being able to keep out the cold- but in Lottie’s house, the warmth from the heaters kept you feeling safe until you had to leave.

Things had been piling up over the past week, Nat had tripped on a walk- earning her a scraped knee and cold palms, Lottie had to leave and go out of town for three days which left her to return to her Mother’s trailer with her tail between her legs- even if she had been told she was welcomed in the Matthew’s home whilst Lottie was away, she had been too nervous to stay on her own in that big house.

Then the worst thing had happened: Nat had dropped Rusty the raccoon into the sink while trying to help by washing the dishes. Lottie wasn’t mad at her; she never was, but she had insisted that Rusty needed to get a wash before Nat could play with him again. That was fine, she had managed to convince herself, she could hold out on regressing until she got her stuffie back safe and sound- at least she thought so until one of the butlers had left the back door open and had chilled the entire house.

Lottie had known about Nat having to brace the cold every day during that first winter with Travis, and then when the second rolled around, she had been the one to climb the snowy mountain all on her own. She knew Nat struggled with the cold; usually on her bad days, she would stay curled up in her bed with Rusty in one arm and a hot water bottle in the other. But this time, Rusty wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Can you scoot yourself out a little, please?” Nat couldn’t think of anything worse, her cheeks felt warm from the array of coats and jackets surrounding her, and she could smell Lottie’s perfume on the more furry coats. “Just so I can see your smiley face, bug.”

“S’ cold.” Lottie can hear the frown through her words, she’s quiet in a way that would tell Lottie that she had regressed if she hadn’t been able to tell by her hiding away in the mudroom. “Don’t want to go outside.”

“I know, baby.” Lottie tries to reason with her- it’s not the usual approach she would have to take, when Natalie regressed she never had to be bribed or bargained with, she always strived to please. “You don’t have to go outside, I promise, nobody’s going out there. It’s getting warmer now, but you’ve been hiding away for so long in there, I doubt you can feel it.”

Nat must shuffle, or adjust her arms, because Lottie now has a full view of her, sitting curled up with her knees to her chest, her thumb switching between getting chewed on and slipping into her mouth. Her heart breaks a little bit seeing just how small she looks- Nat rarely regresses this young, and it always strikes Lottie just how tiny she can look.

“‘M sorry.” Nat’s lip begins to wobble in a way that makes Lottie want to swaddle her up in countless layers of blankets and never let her go ever again. She sounds exhausted and scared more than anything else. “I’m just really cold.”

“You don’t have to be, everything’s alright, I promise you.” She sticks her arms into the midst of hanging clothes, letting Nat grab at her warm hand and rub it against her cheek like she does with the ear of her raccoon- though this only seems to refresh her memory.

“But-“ Nat shakes her head just before she begins to shuffle herself out, finally looking up at her caregiver with big, teary eyes. “But Rusty’s gone, can’t find him.”

“Oh baby, he’s in the dryer, remember?”

“All alone?” That thought alone seems to panic her, a whine escapes her pitifully as she releases Lottie’s hand to rub at the few tears that have fallen at the realisation she’s left her best friend all alone in the scary dryer.

“He won’t be in there for long.” She feels stuck; she needs Nat to come out from her hiding space without causing her more panic, but her stuffie’s only just been put into the dryer and will still be another fifteen minutes. “How about we go and check on Rusty? And if he isn’t quite dry enough, then Mama can do her magic trick to get him all warm and ready for you?”

Nat blinks at her for a moment, the mix of reassurances and Lottie referring to herself as ‘Mama’ clearly had thrown her into a deeper headspace than normal. But before Lottie can backtrack, Nat gives a nervous nod before beginning to shuffle towards her whilst taking her still extended hand.

“Good job, Sweetheart.” She sighs out, and once Nat manages to squeeze her way fully out, Lottie has no issues pulling Nat into her arms once she’s standing, holding the regressed girl against her front.

Nat lets out a small whine at the cold air inside the mud room, burying her face in the warm silk of Lottie’s shoulder until she feels the warm air from the rest of the house and is sure they aren’t going anywhere near the outdoors.

The rest of the house has all warmed up, the fireplaces all lit and flooding the house with both warmth and the comforting smell which takes her back to the first winter in the cabin- luckily, the smell has never triggered Natalie at all. The laundry room is warm enough to rid the goosebumps on Natalie’s skin, and she gives a contented sound into her Mama’s neck once the smell of cotton laundry powder fills her nose.

“Mama?”

Lottie hums back a reply, her hand rubbing her back in small circles as she sways on her feet. She huffs out a small laugh once she receives a small mumble into her neck. “Rusty?”

“Mama can do the trick if you like, but that means you have to get down so I can grab the hair dryer and get Rusty out.” She can hardly get her sentence out before Nat shakes her head, her hands coming up to grab at her shoulders. “Oh, I know, I know you wanna stay here, I've got you.”

It takes her a lot of effort, and a few close calls, but she manages to sit herself on the ground without dropping Nat, who hasn’t let her grip weaken since the idea of being put down escaped Lottie’s mouth. “Or we can just sit here and watch Rusty get all nice and warm from the dryer.”

Once she receives a small nod, and feels her baby's head turn to face the shaking machine which is holding her friend hostage. She leans back against a pile of towels before spotting Nat’s thumb tucked between her teeth.

“Hm, I think I see a thumb where it isn’t supposed to be.” She makes sure to keep her tone a playful one, poking a finger at Nat’s cheek until she gets a small smile. Lottie gently tugs on her hand until she releases her thumb, even if it earns her a pout. She reveals a pacifier from the pocket of her pyjama trousers, a dark blue one with glow-in-the-dark stars- a gift from Van, if she remembers correctly. She places a small kiss on Nat’s forehead as she timidly accepts the pacifier, so that she knows she isn’t looking at her whilst she gets used to it.

Lottie’s sure she’ll have a sore back later on, but she’ll take it if that means Natalie can settle until Rusty can be returned to her. She’s quick to fall into a dozy state, half awake as the soft thrumming of the dryer mixes with Lottie’s warm hand stroking her hair away from her face.

“You can sleep, cuddle-bug, Rusty will be all ready for you once you wake up again, I promise.” Nat falls asleep in her Mama's arms without fear.

[the-universal-sun]

Can we get some lil Ford hcs? This is my second time asking very politely and as a fren for smthn ik :3

Yes of course I can do more regressed Ford! I love him so much! He’s just such a little guy, you know? He needs so much love, and by golly I’ll make sure he gets it!

( @yourfavoritecuntist)

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-I mentioned this before, but when regressed, he’s down to around the range of 6-10, sometimes a little younger if he needs it

-He stubborn at times, especially if he’s working on a project, so he’ll refuse to accept that maybe he needs some Little Time. He’s short tempered and grouchy, and it’s not until he’s sobbing and on the verge of a melt down because the milk spilled a little on the counter that he admits that maybe he needs to regress for a little bit

-If Stan’s his caretaker, he’ll get Ford those math practice workbooks, which Ford can still do easily when regressed. He just likes the simplicity of it, plus he doesn’t like to do how’s advanced equations when he’s feeling little.

-Sometimes he’ll ask Stan to time him on a page to see how fast he can complete it. Stan doesn’t check his work because he knows Ford got the problems right, but he makes a sure of it, writing a “100” at the top of the page and putting a sticker on it. Ford’s always so happy when that happens

-If Fiddleford is his caretaker, he’ll write down pages of math problems himself, making sure to stay within the realm of what a child could feasibly solve, he’d hate to accidentally take Ford out of his regression by including advanced calculus (this has happened)

-Fidds does actually check over Ford’s work, of course he got them all right, and will give Ford a fancy jelly bean for getting them all right. It used to be a jelly bean per right answer, but Ford would get too hyper after all that candy and wouldn’t go down for a nap, meaning Fidds had a cranky and tired little with a sugar high to deal with. That was a lesson learned quickly

-Ford calls Stan his “Buddy” because Stan is Ford’s buddy! It’s also a casual and affectionate way to refer to a family member back when they were growing up. Stan will teasingly call Ford “Buddy” back sometimes too, and Ford loves it! Him and Stan are Buddies!

-Fidds is just “F” but in that long drawn out way kids will sometimes do. Like “eeeefffffff” you know? Fidds thinks it’s hilarious that he does that, which means Ford keeps doing it just because he’s getting praised by doing it

-Ford has Dr Mittens, his polydactyl cat thag Stan lovingly hand stitched for him, but Stan’s also got him a couple of other plushies, just so he has his choice: Dr Mittens, an Octopus, a BigFoot, and a Mothman. Dr Mittens is, of course, his favorite, but he’ll sleep with all four on the occasion, he loves a plushy pile

-I’ve mentioned this before, by little Ford is hyper and energetic, he’ll run around and talk for hours on end until he crashes during nap time. It’s even worse if he’s had sugar, which doubles his energy and somehow the speed of his talking. His jelly bean intake is strictly limited when little

-I like to head cannon that Ford hates his vegetables. Sometimes the texture is off for him, sometimes it’s the flavor, and sometimes it’s the smell. But Stan and Fidds can get him to eat them about 60% of the time. Stan because he grew up with Ford, he knows how to cook and season them so the smell, flavor, and texture agree with him enough to stomach it. Fiddleford because he has a picky 6 year old, so he’s learned the tricks to getting a fussy little one to eat his leafy greens

-He has a weighted blanket with different constellations printed on the fabric. He needs lots of pressure, so it’s about a 50 pounder

-He has a designated spot for naps and this can’t nap anywhere else, and trust him, he’s tried. His body will not let him physically nap until he’s in his cozy fort in the corner of his room, filled with pillows and soft blankets. Dr Mittens has to be in his arms with his own blanket so he can nap, too

-He needs more than parallel play, he almost always to be actively involved in playing if someone’s there and doing an activity near him. If Dipper’s playing DDMD, Ford is right there with him, if Mabel and Dipper are playing a board game, so is Ford. Stan’s dealing out cards for everybody? Deal some out for Ford, please. He likes playing with others, having people to talk to without judgement and bullying, something he didn’t get a lot of in his youth. And of course he’s more than welcome to play, nobody is going to judge him for being little, Stan’s his caretaker, the twins love their Grunkle and love playing with him, Wendy’s just that chill, and Soos is writing fanfiction based off of these interactions. The warm and ready acceptance makes Ford feel so warm and fuzzy inside

-Sometimes he has bad days, where noises and feelings, and memories, and textures are too much for him, but his family will be right there with him, soothing and easing him, trying their best to keep him calm and even. Even if he has a meltdown or a tantrum, no one’s getting mad at him. He’ll be calmed and wrapped up with a fuzzy blanket underneath his weighted blanket, the light turned low and Stan or Fidds right there with him, so he knows he’s not alone or in trouble

-He’s so soft when Little, so happy and free, just a cute little who needs so much love and a little patience. And he gets more than enough love and a whole lot of patience. He’s just so loved that sometimes he’ll cry from the good, but overwhelming feelings

-He’s just so happy :,)

[sellotaped-cookie-crumble]

DUDE!! it was definitely brilliant and I loved it so much, thank you for writing it and indulging me!! would I be okay to be cheeky and ask for another one with little gihun and cg inho but this time away from the games? I wonder what life would look like for them away from it, the domestics, the softness , I could definitely see baby gihun asking to be picked up every five seconds, crying in fear of being abandoned if inho set him down or left him to do something really quick, or constantly cuddling inho like a koala but inho never minds it because he loves his baby haha (sorry this is long but I just love your content so much:))

:D XD THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!! I didn't know that people genuinely liked my stuff this much! I'm so so happy of course you can have more!!

Domestic regressor Gi-Hun and Caregiver In-Ho headcanons!!!

I feel like In-Ho would get the title "Pa" from Gi-Hun. This would have been found out when he was tucking his little one to bed, and Gi-Hun was just so sleepy that it slipped out, and then right after fell asleep. In-Ho isn't the most expressive when it comes to his face, but the look of shock on his face lasted for several minutes.

To no one's surprise, Gi-Hun is super clingy! He'll always whine when In-Ho has to leave the room for something, and will constantly have a hand on his carer's sleeve or holding his hand. In-Ho is more than happy to provide as much care as Gi-Hun needs.

Extending on that, Gi-Hun loves being on In-Ho's lap. He will stay there when it's time for food, when they are watching something, nap time, or just simply talking. He finds that it's the closest way that he can be with In-Ho. He usually has his head rested of tho other's shoulder, and his arms around his waist.

About feeding time, Gi-Hun isn't the biggest fan. Yes, he loves food, but only small bits. When he's small, he only really eats snacks. But he still needs a proper meal, and that's when he doesn't want to. In-Ho makes sure to be as gentle as he can be with his voice, and to be patient with his little, knowing that everyone has their struggles.

Gi-Hun is really sensitive. I've made sure to include that, because not all of his regressions are as nice and light as these. There can be other times that when he enters the door to their shared home after a long shift at work, he's really annoyed. There will be small comments, mumbling complaints under his breath, and if In-Ho even offers to help him wind down, his partner might raise his voice at him. It's only about time before he bursts.

Gi-Hun's regressions can get pretty bad. There have been times where he has broken stuff on purpose, screamed till his voice was hoarse, and worst of all was hit his carer. In-Ho wasnt even mad at him, he just felt so hurt in the heart when he saw Gi-Hun like this. He knew that he would get tired eventually, and then they can both talk about it when he is big again.

On a more nicer note, something that In-Ho does to get his little one to sleep is to hum. He doesn't do it often, but when Gi-Hun really can't get to bed and fall asleep, his carer will start to hum him a lullaby, and stroke his hair. Gi-Hun is out line a light.

Sorry that some of the headcanons took a dark turn, but they just felt right to me. Once again THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! I probably sound like I'm asking for more but I'm just really really humble. I didnt expect to be seen in such a big community!

IN GONNA SKIN SOMEONE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SOMEONE FREE ME FROM MY CAAAAAGEEEE!!!!!

(also it's fine that you called me dude X] )

[anotherbrahmsfangirl]

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Personal headcannons ( & some spicy takes)

Brahms is not stinky/dirty by choice. He's not opposed to bathing or shaving or being clean, he just couldn't run water or sneak a shower while Greta was there or it'd blow his cover. I personally think he may have snuck buckets of water into his room (where he has a wash basin) for sponge baths or quick wipe downs. Same goes for his clothing, he couldn't exactly toss them in the washer and dryer. And living in the walls and attic is dusty and dirty. If he hadn't bathed or shaved in 20 years, his hair would have been long as well as his beard. His unkempt look appears to be a couple weeks of not proper upkeep. About how long Greta was there maybe.

He's always had a beard/mustache ever since he could grow one. It was a way to defy his parents and a reminder that he is not, in fact, a little boy. He generally keeps it trimmed and neat, what we see when he comes out of the wall is due to him not being able to get a proper shower and trim during Greta's stay. Also it's a pain to shave around his scars.

He used the toilet when Greta was out getting mail, out in the garden or possibly deep in sleep. He may do the whole bed pan thing... ugh..let's not think about this one too long

He doesn't have the mind of a child. He's not mentally challenged or age regressed. He uses the child voice for manipulation and trickery. Possibly due to his parents forcing him into the walls and expecting only a good little boy for 28 years.

He is socially stunted for sure.

Possibly on the spectrum.

Brahms might be a sociopath, just how bad and if it's nature or nurture, is up for interpretation.

Did he kill Emily? The movie hints at yes, and there is definitely a possibility he did. At 8, kids generally know right from wrong but usually lack the ability to think ahead very far at the consequences of their actions. Combine it with him being an "odd boy" (psychopath? Possibility autistic or something???) You have a recipe for disaster. It also could have been an accident. Tho how one gets a bashed in head on accident is very sus.

He is absolutely 100% touch starved! That's enough to drive anyone a lil batty.

He has a slight fear of fire, candles would probably not be a good idea to have around him. Fire in a fire place may also unnerve him.

He has a little bit of agoraphobia, or more likely is institutionalized. He can probably go out around his house as long as other people aren't around, but to get him to come out into a public place would be a challenge.

He's intelligent. To go along with the "he's not a child stuck in a man's body" he can read, he can write, he listens to classical music and opera, he can play the piano and violn. There is one in his childhood room as well as his attic room. There are music sheets everywhere and tons of books. I'm certain his parents homeschooled him, and they appear to both be learned people.

He has excellent hearing and can play music by ear on his violin or piano. His singing is rubbish tho, man can not carry a tune to save his life!

The violin is his true passion.

Had he had a normal childhood (and possibly therapy) he would have been a professional violinist or something in the music sphere. Any fanfics or fanart with Brahms doing something with music is an instant love for me!

I feel like he's a natural romantic at heart. Loves romantic songs and stories.

His other hobbies include trapping, taxidermy, and general crafting. Maybe he made doll brahms and his mask?

He's a bit of a perv. Yeah...maybe not as bad as some fan fictions like to think he is. The Greta doll is both a sad cry for touch, as well as a...ummm...way to relieve some pent up...energy. Notice it's not stained or damaged. I feel he had some reverence for it.

While Brahms is a perv, he's not a rapist...per se. Hear me out. He could have easily forced himself on Greta during the trapped in the attic scene. After all, she did knock herself out in nothing but a towel. There were several times he could have forced her during the entire movie, but didn't. My favorite scene is when she came back for Malcolm, she sees Brahms standing in the hall way and he slowly walks over to her and just breaths in her scent. A tense (and sexually charged) scene for sure, but there were times when he was definitely going that direction. When he grabbed Greta after killing Cole, what was the endgame of that had Malcolm not clubbed him? And the goodnight kiss scene...yeah...I don't see that not ending in force had Greta not stabbed him. But I will still defend it's the starved for love, starved for a woman, and starved for touch that pushed him that far. Could she have stopped it with another sharp "BRAHMS! "? We'll never know...

He has definitely jacked it to pictures of classical nude paintings found in his books.

If he has any kink, it's definitely a voyeurism kink.

He's definitely a switch. Because of his upbringing, he can be subby, sweet, clingy, and docile. He can also be dominating, controlling, and manipulative.

He's a 30 soome year old virgin. You can't convince me otherwise.

Brahms is uncircumcised.

It's established that there is no wifi or bars at the Heelshire mansion, this goes for tvs, computers, or radios. Not once did we see Greta watch TV or listen to music outside of the piano and record player. God it would be boring there. Another reason I believe Brahms is intelligent, all he can do is read and study.

Brahms is almost 100% unaware of pop culture and the world outside of his parents house. What's the internet? What's a meme? What's a Beyonce? He would have almost no clue about recent movies and TV shows. He maybe heard some modern music his previous nannies played on their phones. Maybe also snagged a magazine if a nanny left it.

Did Brahms kill his other nannies? Well, that's also heavily up to interpretation. He claims as he's screaming to Greta, threatening that he'll kill Malcolm like he "killed the others". But he didn't. Malcolm was knocked out, but alive. He apparently also had final say over who got to be his nanny. "He's chosen you, if you'll have him" I choose to believe if he didn't outright dismiss them on age or looks, if they mistreated the doll they were fired or scared off with the ghost boy routine. Notice, he didn't kill Greta for tossing the doll into the rocking chair or covering it up. The difference with Greta was that this time, the parents took a "permanent holiday". Besides, if he was killing multiple nannies, there would be investigations and rumors.

To piggy back off the previous topic... He could have killed Cole, but tried to scare him off first. That's right, he could have killed Cole in his sleep, Greta and Malcolm could have come into a grizzly scene of Cole choking on his own blood that night...but no, Brahms tried to scare him off with a bloody message and dead rats.

He actually does like Malcolm a little. Malcolm was always nice to the doll and of course he delivered the food. It wasn't until he put moves on Greta that Brahms jealousy got the better of him. He could have shown himself that night Malcolm and Greta were getting frisky, but opted to cockblock with scary ghost boy shenanigans instead. This is why he didn't outright kill Malcolm like he did Cole.

He's been heavily controlled his whole life. This may contribute to why he was an "odd child" as well as his psychopathic nature in the present. I headcannon his parents fucked him up royally from birth. Heavy restrictions, dogmatic adherence to rules and etiquette... just everything. Look at his childhood room. He has toys from what looks to be the 40s or 50's. Made of wood and tin and are wind up. His birth year is 1983. Where's the he-man action figures? Where's the my pet monster doll? Where's the posters of sports stars? Right? They probably kept him isolated at their manor, no other kids around save Emily that went there to play sometimes. His diet, entertainment, wardrobe, everything was extremely cultivated to his parents tastes. This is why he responds so well to a firm voice and authority.

His parents were the real monsters. They put him in the wall. The fact that his face is burned, I believe they tried to kill him with fire, it either didn't work and he survived or they chickened out half way. Either way, I believe they did it because of the Emily incident, which should have been a therapy situation, not murder. They wanted a quiet, obedient, non problematic son, hence the doll and the "bad seed" trapped in the walls. Possibly to also save the Heelshire name.

Brahms is a brat. Yup, because of his upbringing his only way to lash back was to be a brat at times and throw fits. The messed up toy room being one of them. The parents admitted he's spoiled and they will acquiesce to some of his demands. (Mostly his choice of nannies)

He's ashamed of his scars/face hence the mask. He might have also been forced to wear it because his parents didn't want to see the burn scars the very few times brahms wasn't in the wall/attic.

Until the nannies arrived, he had more free rein of the house. While still being forced into the walls, he was allowed by his parents to come out and shower as needed. As long as he wore the mask, and generally not while they were around or in that part of the house.

How does he stays fit in the walls? Well, he's got his attic room and it's fairly well sound proofed with the egg cartons. There's room to do push-ups and sit ups. There's also beams to do pull ups on too.

More headcannons

[cupidspup]

kitten regressor Alastor from Hazbin Hotel headcanon? Do you do moodboards too? If not that’s fine but I would also like a moodboard on the same subject with gothic cat items and gothic Lolita aesthetic with a gothic teacup with red tea if at all possible.If you are uncomfortable with the moodboard request it’s ok. Please, I know this is an incredibly weird headcanon but… ps: you don’t have to include any bones/skulls/blood/gore ect. if that makes you uncomfortable. If all of this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore it.

Hello! I'd be more than happy to make a headcanon list for you! I will say first that I don't do moodboards or anything like that :") this is an agere fanfic account so anything under the writing category is more than welcome! ^^ (it's also my first time doing this too so I hope you like it!!૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა)

Kitten Regressor! Alastor Headcanons!

Ft. Auntie Rosie!! :D

🐾 Kitty alastor is definitely the temperamental type. He will refuse to interact with you if he doesn't get to know you first and will only interact if he comes up to you first.

❤️ Little Alastor is also extremely picky on who gets to touch/pet him. His cg or Auntie Rosie are the ONLY ones allowed to touch him, especially without asking.

📻 He isn't into playing in the typical way you'd think he'd do. He's the kind where he'll "hide and stalk" whatever he deems as his "prey" and attack it when he feels ready! He's a lil kitty hunter!

🐾 Because he's a cannibal it can be a bit difficult to get him to eat foods especially the stuff he's usually used to. BUT, Auntie Rosie always has some snacks handy! Just a pinky finger or two maybe x]

❤️ If it's naptime, Alastor will ONLY allow himself to be tucked in and put down for sleep if you cuddle up, hold him and pet him until he's snoozing away (his cg is NOT allowed to move until he's awake again)

📻 When Alastor is upset he's not the crying type, he lashes out and isolates. He can be a lil violent that's because he doesn't know how else to express himself when he's so deep in kittyspace! Give him time/patience. All he needs is love and safe space ❤️

🐾Not necessarily a kitty alastor headcanon but I like to think he'd play with his shadow self when he's alone! He's not fond of many people in that headspace so why not? ^^

❤️ Alastor isn't a fan of pacifiers when he's regressed BUT he does like chew toys like teethers! Especially the ones with liquid in them! The only issue is getting some that his pointy teefies won't puncture :"]

📻 Kitty Alastor doesn't like talking much BUT his personality is very similar to how the Cheshire cat would act! (And he absolutely loves watching Alice in Wonderland for that exact reason too! But only on vhs)

🐾 He absolutely does make muffins but only if no one is looking

❤️ He loves to play dress up with his Auntie Rosie! She'll play his favorite music on the radio and talk to him for hours and hours while dressing him up in a outfit she "just had to see him in"

📻 Alastor has a hard time expressing himself and saying "I love you" more than anything so! How does he get around this? A slow double blink and a soft head but to show he loves his cg❤️

A/N: Weeee!! I hope you liked it! This was my first time and I really had to sit and think about this one but I had fun! ^^ I hope this is up to your standards and I hope I get more writing requests soon! Stay safe everyone!!🩷

-Love, Kyupie˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[queer-scots-geordie-dyke]

"That spring in 1971 I was in second grade high school. Suddenly, politics or what we thought was politics, stopped being so boring. In a delayed, faint echo of the 1968 movement in the West, revolutionary ideas were making their way towards our forgotten little corner of the world. Suddenly, every walk back home from school became slightly dangerous. People were gathering in the streets, shouting “We want democracy” and “Stop totalitarianism!” and “We want reforms” and “Liberty for all political prisoners.” Every day there were fights in the streets of Zagreb, with the police brutally attacking protesting students.

At home my parents were contemplating signing petitions for the liberation of dissident writers imprisoned because of their political views. Since they had been imprisoned themselves by the Communist regime, they were always very cautious about any protest. “Stay away from politics,” was their main advice. Before the events of 1971 there was no need for that advice since I didn’t have any interest in politics anyway. Who cared about those boring Communist politicians, all in their ill-fitting grey suits, indistinguishable one from the other, talking in a language that put you to sleep as soon as you heard it!

But all at once and without warning, everything changed. What was happening in the streets was real and exciting. I desperately wanted to be a part of it. We, the kids, were, of course, automatically and unquestionably, on the side of the protesters. We were, of course, against the police who were beating the demonstrating students. We were, of course, against totalitarianism and pro democracy. There were no dilemmas. We were all for freedom.

But things in the Balkans are never black and white. As they aren’t anywhere in the world, we would learn later.

The pro-democracy protests included another element that wasn’t too obvious to a second-grade high school student. Not only were the students requesting democratic reforms; they were also questioning the federal structure of Yugoslavia, asking for more autonomy for each republic, in this case Croatia. I went to a student meeting, my cheeks burning with newly-discovered political passion. I was puzzled when I realized that the meeting was being held in a Catholic church and that one of the speakers was a Catholic priest. Hm….

Since the beginning of my life I had listened to passionate anti-religious rants at home. My mother would get physically sick inside churches; my father was an outspoken communist who loved to quote Marx’s sentence about religion being the opium of the people; my grandmother thanked the priest who chased her away from the Church, thus saving her life. So now, wanting to join the exciting political movement, I was suddenly faced with the other constituting element of that movement: religion. And, yet another one: nation. I didn’t know anything about either. As for nationality: I was a Yugoslav. That’s what I would write in all my documents. Yes, we lived in the republic of Croatia, but I saw it as an administrative category, something to do with the general organization of the state of Yugoslavia. We did learn about the existence of different ethnicities at school, but I didn’t feel it affected me in any way. I saw any discussion about nationality as something regressive and belonging to the uneducated peasant masses.

We were taught (and I was totally buying it) that our society had triumphed over all those destructive forces from the past, forces that had killed millions of people in the last war, that had set up concentration camps and slaughtered children in the name of ethnic purity. Who would ever want to go back to those “dark times?” It turned out: almost everybody.

At that students’ meeting in the church there was no discussion of freedom and democratic reforms. To my absolute horror, I heard students singing songs from the Second World War, songs sung by the Ustashas, the Croatian Fascists who had killed my Jewish grandfather. “Zovi, samo zovi” (“Call us”) was a battle song of the Ustashas. Why were these exciting young people with glowing eyes singing it? I couldn’t understand it. I ran out of the church, scared."

- Mira Furlan, Love Me More Than Anything In the World

[ember-owlet]

Hi hi :]] I practically did a little happy dance seeing blue eye samurai in your fandom list !

It's super easy for me to see Mizu as a regressor due to various reasons, particularly involuntarily! (And they very much deserve to catch up on their childhood)

So I think the formal request would be a headcanon post ! 👀 it doesn't have to be specifically regressor Mizu if you don't see her in that light /gen :]

I'm just happy someone else in this little corner of agere internet shares one of my interests !! ✨️🌿

a/c : hello!! aaa i'm ecstatic to know that you also enjoy blue eye samurai with an agere lens! despite the show's brutality, there are some really good nuggets of baby content to be found. i'd be happy to write some regressor! mizu headcanons for you as its about time i wrote something for them. and don't worry, i see her in the same light as well! feel free to send me your own personal thoughts on the characters/show to discuss as i'm thrilled to be in this corner of the agere internet with you friend. enjoy the headcanons! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ disclaimer! i do use primarily feminine terms when referring to mizu (they/she), but i do acknowledge that there are many interpretations of pronouns/gender identities to refer to the character as, and i find them wonderful! /gen

dynamic: regressor! mizu

content warnings: mentions of vent regression due to trauma, physical/mental anguish, light mentions of gender dysphoria ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

mizu has always been a trauma regressor to me, especially due to their lack of dealing with their feelings head on. their body would have to nearly force them to stop and take a break from their revenge mission and focus on recovering.

the first time she regressed would be terrifying to her, the feeling of being so out of control and helpless would make her hide away to try to push herself out of it as fast as possible.

it would take an incredible amount of time and trust developed before she felt safe around someone to tell, let alone show such a vulnerable state.

the select characters that i could realistically see her regressing around would be sword father or ringo.

if she were to regress voluntarily it would be to have the childhood that she wished she could have, one where she wasn't forced to grow up as a boy and to ease her gender dysphoria with feminine items/clothing.

she would be a very independent kiddo, not wanting to rely on others in fear that she would be an inconvenience or she would be punished for wasting someone's time after being treated as a monster for so long. if she were honest she genuinely wouldn't know how to react to such affection.

that being said, she needs gentle reassurance when in a younger state with a caregiver that helps her along the way. adding fruit/vegetables to her meals to make sure its balanced or mending their clothes would never go unnoticed and greatly appreciated.

she'd be so used to the feeling of being in pain or nauseous that she'd have a hard time differentiating pain that should be attended to or not. therefore her caregiver would need to keep an eye on her and remind her that any and all pain is worth looking at/caring for.

as a sentimental person she'd want to keep things gifted to her and wear or use them as comfort items until they physically can't be repaired anymore.

some of her favorite gifts would include free flowing or baggy clothes that she can keep close to her person for comfort.

her main comfort item is her sword, and would not be able to go anywhere or sleep without it clutched to her side as it reminds her of home and is something that she can rely on to keep her safe.

an actually extremely feral regressor as well if given the chance to be her true self (/lh /pos). i could absolutely see them wanting to play outside and then coming back home caked in mud and bruises while having the time of their life.

let her be a goofy kid!! growing up so fast from situations out of her control that she'd long for days where she'd let herself have fun.

LOVES going to the beach/aquarium. a true ocean lover whose favorite activities involve being around or in large bodies of water.

play fighting is a love language! she would love to wrestle her playmates/caregivers to see who is the strongest. as a physically stronger regressor she'd need to learn the value of her strength and to not be too rough if she were to get too excited.

they can get easily frustrated with creative tasks, and would prefer specific instruction in order to feel useful. it would make them the best helper around.

would love to play a game where they are the hero for once. (being called a monster can wear someone down mentally and it would definitely make her day to be seen as the hero of the story).

she also requires a ton of quiet time to allow her mind and body to rest. would she ever do it herself willingly is another question for another day, but she'd reluctantly do it if asked of her with sufficient gentle praise and coaxing.

as touch starved as they are, i can't see her being the one to initiate contact with someone unless the moment takes over her softer side and she can't help but wrap her arms around them or gently nudge them with her body to tell them that she's there and cares for them.

from her caregiver or those that she considers close she would accept forms of physical affection but wouldn't be too vocal on how much it means to her.

she'd believe that she'd never be able to repay her caregiver for their kindness but will continually try to find little things throughout the day to show them how grateful she is.

oddly enough i could totally see her gifting a sword to her caregiver as it is something that she believes she's good at and would work tirelessly day and night to make sure it's perfect.

despite being in a younger mindset she can and still would mean business to anyone who dares mess with her caregiver. even a baby phoenix still has talons.

[thalialunacy]

[for @calaisreno 's May Shenanigans. i am apparently writing like an actual serial story here? don't ask me, i have no idea]

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You may have to come rescue us from the zoo.

Sherlock sees him texting and makes an angry noise, re-crossing his arms like it's going to underscore his point. 'Absolutely not, I am not accepting Mycroft's assistance.'

'Well,' John says, stuffing his free hand in his pocket and rocking back on his heels. 'That's handy, because I texted Greg.'

Who must be bored at the Yard, because he answers straight away. Hang on, are you at the zoo or

Only until the bobbies get here, John replies with a tilt of his lips.

He should probably be more put off by current events, but no one's bleeding and Rosie is still enthralled by every thing she sees, so he's doing all right.

Omw

Cheers

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Rosie is two thousand percent done by the time they make it home, just absolutely toasted in every sense, including a bit of a sunburn. Good English stock, she clearly came from, John thinks as he smoothes some aloe on her little pink scrunched up face. Considering it's bloody March and the sun was barely even out.

'I know, bub, I know, just one-- There we are, that wasn't so bad, was it?' They're sat on the couch, Rosie on his lap and tucked into his arm. She shows her appreciation by pressing her sticky, snotty face into his shirt and rubbing her nose sleepily back and forth.

As her breathing evens out, John tries to resist the pull to succumb to sleep as well, but his body feels so heavy and the couch so familiar. And he doesn't have anywhere else to be, for once.

He'd been hoping, of course, that during Rosie's nap he could actually corner Sherlock and have an only mildly subtextual conversation about some things. A few things. Well, one thing.

John feels his neck get hot, thinking of Sherlock's face on their stairs last week. Trust Sherlock Holmes to be the only person to regress John to godawful teenage-style embarrassment. And then allow them to conveniently use that embarrassment to avoid any mention of the subject. John is sick of himself, and stretched under his skin with this new kind of wanting, and he had planned to take care of it tonight, on their rare genuine day off, with Rosie content and asleep.

But Sherlock is still at the station, surely arguing with Lestrade about something or other. John had fucked off as soon as he could: Greg has a soft spot for Rosie -- everyone who meets her does, obviously, and John's not biased at all, thanks -- but Lestrade is also a father, so he'd booted them out right quickly.

John makes a mental note, just before falling asleep, to buy him a pint soon.

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When he wakes up, it's because a small plush tiger has been placed on his shoulder. 'What the--' he starts, but he gets shushed-- of course he does-- by Sherlock.

'No, don't move, you'll wake her.'

John grunts in protest, but obeys; it so happens that he doesn't really want to move, anyway. 'I presume this is a gift for her, not me.'

'Yes.' Sherlock has his hands clasped behind his back, a habit John hasn't seen in a while. 'Is it-- Sufficient? I know I should apologise for what happened today.'

John assesses his face, then sighs, grabbing the plush toy and re-settling it against Rosie's warmth. 'You can't always redeem yourself with a nice gesture.'

'Nonsense, I can't redeem myself with any gesture whatsoever. I'm giving this to her because I--' He stops. 'Have great affection for her.'

He ducks his chin, and John feels a surge of warmth in his chest. He rides it like courage. 'For her, eh?'

Sherlock's eyes snap to his. 'I don't--' His mouth closes without finishing. John waits, heart thumping. 'She is my god-daughter, afterall.'

John exhales, then gathers up his child and stands. 'She needs some attention--' (their code for nappy changing) '--Then we'll come down for some supper. Will you be joining us?'

Sherlock's eyes rove around his face, searching. 'I don't think--'

But before he can say what it is he doesn't think, there's a crash from downstairs.

TBC

[ <3 ]

[v3nusxsky]

I'm back again, my love! It's another agere fic with r x Emily.

Idea: Being Emily's partner comes with a lot of stress. You're constantly worrying over her, wondering if she is alright or if she is going to make it home to you, the list goes on. With this stress, it often brings r nightmares of her losing Emily. One particular night, Emily being home as the BAU just finished a case, r ends up having a nightmare where Emily died (for real this time). R ends up waking Emily up in her sleep due to her crying and yelling out for Emily. Emily, as gently as she can, wakes r up stop the nightmare from continuing. As soon as r is up, emily noticed she had regressed. Her little fire fly is out and is a crying and sobbing mess. Emily goes into full comfort mode. Getting r's favorite stuffy, a llama, her binki, and a sippy just in case. R ends up slipping deeper than she ever had before, she couldn't really communicate between her sobs and tears. So, like the cg Emily is, she pulled r into her side, letting her rest her end in the crook of Emily's neck, and giving her a pacifier to chew on for r's (or her little fire flys) oral fixation. She holds r close, gently rocking them back and forth. One of Emily's hands hold r while the other runs her fingers through r's hair and whispers sweet nothing into her ear. Reassuring r that Emily is right there and nothing is going to happen. Emily isn't leaving and she'll always be there to protect r.

Darling, I hope this makes sense. Again, you can totally add or change the fic anyway you'd like! I love you, sweetheart ❤️

Fire Fly

*Authors note~momma Emily heals my heart honestly! More Agere to get back into the swing of writing and posting, feeling her insecure about posting again*

A/n p2~ thank you my love for this and including oral fixation. My heart is so happy

Trigger Warnings ~ little r age regression nightmares oral fixation

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

Dating an FBI agent sounds like fun and games until it's not. Sure at first the gun and badge is hot, he'll even the handcuffs make for a good time but becoming attached to them to have them leave at unpredictable times due to cases. To worry for their safety every time they went to work is truly heart breaking. You and Emily had made it through three years of this. Emily supporting you through everything you did in work and life. And you did the same for her.

About a year into your relationship, you regressed in front of her for the first time. There was no warning but while Emily was away there was a break-in at your place of work while you were on shift. This naturally triggered you into memories of your past which had caused your nightmares to return. This time tho the person who died wasn't your mother, no it was her. Your beautiful Emily. To be fair in her line of work it wasn't uncommon for Emily to be injured and even had to fake her death for seven months last year. You thought those nightmares had gone since her return. After all she was very clearly alive but tonight they seemed to return with a vengeance.

Despite falling asleep next to your lover because she was home from her last case on a rare chance that Hotch had gotten the clearance for a forty-eight hour recovery period, the nightmares continued. That's how you work Emily from her slumber. At first you would toss and turn and even jerk around slightly, then came the quiet tears trailing down your cheeks as you fought more with the sheets you had somehow wrapped yourself in. But what finally woke the agent was the loud sobs of her own name. "Em, no! Emily no please!" You sobbed out in a heartbreaking reaction to what your mind was showing you.Once awake she immediately began to trail her hand through your hair and the other rubbing gently slow circles on your back hoping to rouse you from your nightmare. Words of comfort and reassurance were murmured to you sweetly.

You awoke with a gasp, bolting upright in your as you fought with your lungs for air. "Angel?"your love whispered causing you to whip around to gave her and throw yourself into her arms. A sobbing and shaking mess as clung to her like your life depended on it. You hid your face into her neck, hindering your own attempts to steal some air but needing the comfort more than anything else. This action alone let Emily know your mental state had regressed into your little headspace. You always clung to her like this, a scared little child needing nothing more than some love and comfort. As always Emily could never deny you anything you needed, especially from her so she set about formulating a plan to care for her little love.

Immediately, Emily thanked her own thoughtfulness for placing your binki, beloved Lala and even your sippy cup with some juice ready for her to fill up the cup. Upon seeing Lala the llama you brought your hands up and opened and closed your fists in a silent question. You nuzzled into the multi coloured fluff in an attempt to self soothe yourself. Only to find out no matter how hard you tried to soothe yourself back to your normal headspace, you seemed to slip deeper into the peaceful fogginess. Tears shinning in your eyes as you wondered how you could communicate with Emily in such a little headspace. How would she know you didn't mean to slip this deep? That you were sorry for waking her? But like always she knew just what you needed her to do.

Your binki was given to you when she noticed you were chewing on your hands. Now of course she knew of your oral fixation, you actually discovered it by the amount of attention you showed her breasts and the fact being able to kiss nibble and suck them soothed you more than anything else. Then you noticed the other signs, chewing flannels or tassels of a hooded sweatshirt. You definitely had an oral fixation that much was clear. But what Emily didn't know was that her little fire fly had one too. Clearly the way you were chewing on the binki she'd gotten you as a surprise was clear.

Only when your body felt relaxed enough did she shift you to sit more comfortably in her lap, rocking you back and forth in a self soothing manner. The rhythmic pattern, her hands stroking through your hair and sucking and chewing on the binki was soothing you. Her whispers of love and reassurance helping guide you back into a peaceful slumber as you nuzzled into her neck. Your Emily, your mama was here and alive and it was all just a terrible dream. Falling asleep to the sound of her beating heart was just what you needed.

Word count~ 1197

[a-side-of-agere]

☆ Regressor Doppio Dropscythe Headcanons ☆

Here are some of my personal hc's when it comes to him being an age regressor! Thought of these as I was working on his moodboard and just thinking of them makes me happy ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

(Note: While these are headcanons I have for him as a regressor, that does not mean I don't/can't see him as a caregiver! Lots if not all characters tbh I don't ever really think too strictly as an "age regressor" or as a "caregiver" only. I tend to just think of them as well... them, and depending on if I'm thinking of them from the lens of being an age regressor, caregiver, or flip I adjust accordingly. Like for example, while I have done multiple things with Doppio as a regressor, the first time I thought of him in terms of agere related things was actually as a cg in a personal secret fic idea (which I loved and still love and need to write but I'm so rusty orz).

Anyways, onto the headcanons!

- Personally I would say that 95% of the time when Doppio regresses he's in the little kid range of 4-6! (though more often then not he's in the upper ages of 5-6)

- Energetic. So energetic. Way too energetic depending on who you ask. Doppio is always moving around when he's regressed. Whether it be simply tapping his hands on a table or running mach speed through a playground, something is always in motion.

- This is probably why one of Doppios favorite activities to do when regressed is to go out to parks and other high energy places like arcades, trampoline parks, etc. Places where he can be free to be active and have fun (and burn off some energy in the process)! I like to think that playgrounds (whether indoor or outdoor) even become a bit of a subtle positive trigger for his headspace.

- Has a very active imagination when regressed. Shouldn't be a surprise with how active his brain and imagination is when big as well. Playing pretend, acting, telling stories are all along Doppio's alley.

- He also enjoys drawing, but definitely prefers doing more "arts and crafts" type of art! Especially if it includes glue :D

- He has two specific plush toys that he especially loves when regressed and are his best friends. A black wolf plush and a small chick plush. Definitely comfort items that work on both big and regressed Doppio and are for SURE helpful to have when caring for him.

- Earlier I said 95% of the time he regresses between 4-6, and that's cause 5% of the time, usually if only ever when he feels really sick, exhausted, and/or due to really negative emotions, he instead slips way younger, usually to baby age of <1 to maybe 1 and a 1/2 maximum.

- While not always, due to the usual circumstances in which he tends to slip this young its more often then not involuntary, and sometimes acts more along the lines of vent/upset regression. Expect lots of tears, whimpers, clinginess, fussiness, and maybe even a couple flailing fits.

- Other than that, the activities of baby Doppio aren't usually much more than sleep, sleep, and more sleep. Not a lot of movement, nor lots of noise or activity. Just a very tired 'eepy baby.

- His really young headspace is very rare to come by for others, even within his close circle. Not only from circumstance but also because Doppio feels a little more embarrassed with it compared to his usual regression due to how "out of character" it is for him. In his words as he puts it, being "super lame and uncool".

- Despite his worries, his friends never mind. Xsoleil especially, no matter if he is regressed or not, will always be happy to take care of one of their own <3

[theadventuresofalittlebug]

Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee

This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go

This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.

Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.

I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.

As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.

In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!

In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.

Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 

Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big

He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name

Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt

Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is

Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.

Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 

I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl

When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.

I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.

also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!

[girlwhofellfromthemoon]

↑ the first moodboard i made for this account (oct 2023)

Welcome to my blog 🫐🐇

↓ this song makes me feel so soft

I've included some information about me, my dni, and request rules under the cut 💕

About my blog 🐣🍊

My name is Phoebe (she/her) and this is where I post things I like! I mainly reblog (and my blog runs on a very long queue) but I also make agere moodboards. I take moodboard requests, here's a link to a post with more information. You can check whether my requests are open or not in my bio. 🎁😴 Also feel free to send me messages or ask questions either through my askbox or DM's and I'll try to respond as soon as I can though sometimes it might take a little ✉️✏️

My blog is mostly agere but also things like animals, art, and just anything i find interesting. It's all strictly sfw and child friendly content though! 💖 My sideblog is @littleladyscosyblog where I post adult-related things. On there I reblog cosy, homesteading, and relationship posts although some of my posts on there are nsfw so I keep it separate from this blog ! Please keep that in mind if you visit it 🎁💗

About me 🌞☁️

For a proper introduction, you can call me Phoebe, Bea, or Bebe. 🐣 My big age is 18 and my little age is usually 1-2 but can sometimes also be around age 6. I regress for mental health reasons and it can be both voluntary and involuntary for me. I usually regress while tired or upset and regression really helps me calm myself. Usually while regressed I like to cuddle up in bed and watch a movie or just take a nap, things that are all warm and cosy. Regression is a very healing process for me 💕

When big I spend most of my time studying, I'm in my final year of school. I also love sewing and make a lot of my own clothes. 🛍️❄️ Some of my favourite things while big are classic literature, animals in general but especially dogs, fashion history, swing, historic, and tap dance, and papercrafts. 🐕💐

When I'm little I like to sleep a lot. My favourite place is my bed where I can curl under fluffy blankets with all my soft toys. I especially love toys with rattles in them and any that make noises. I don't talk very much while regressed (my selective mutism gets worse while small) but when I do I mostly just use babbles to communicate 😴 My favourite things while regressed are board books and soft books, fruit and yoghurt, soft toys, rattles, comfy pyjamas, sensory toys, and fluffy blankets. I'm always very cosy and tired when small. 🤧🍀

I mostly reblog things but my own content can be found under: #beababbles for my writing or talking posts #beamakes for moodboards #beasbabies for toys and plush posts

A reminder: I will never post and do not tolerate any nsfw, harmful, or hateful content on my blog. This includes ddlg, abdl, sh, gore, and ed content. If you do post things like that please leave or you'll be blocked.

[emmies-agere]

I've been loving your omori CG headcanons so I'm here to add to the pile LOL.. may I request some Caregiver Aubrey headcanons? Maybe even the other hooligans are sibbies or babysitters too :0!!

(and may I be 🧩☀️ anon?)

hello 🧩☀️ anon! i’m so happy you’ve liked them :0 omori is one of my favorite interests right now so i’m always happy to write for it! i tried to just include a little bit about the hooligans and keep it aubrey-centric haha, so i hope that’s okay! take care <3

caregiver aubrey headcanons!

•aubrey is a protective caregiver, always making sure that you’re safe and doing her best to cheer you up when you’re down. she might not always know how to verbally say it, but you mean the world to her, and she’s not afraid to stick up for you.

•she can be a pretty rough-housing caregiver!! won’t hesitate to start a tickle attack on you and would even wrestle with you (albeit carefully!)

•but if you didn’t want her to do things like that, she definitely can be gentle around you. she has a huge soft spot for you, even if she would never admit it. she’d hold you close when it was time to go to sleep and will attend absolutely any tea party/adventure that you ask.

•aubrey is probably a board game person! she loves playing card games and any simple little games with you. don’t expect her to go easy on you, though! (she will)

•favorite pet names for you are kiddo and bud, though when you’re sad she’ll certainly opt for sweeter ones like hun or baby.

•initally, she was really protective of you around the hooligans. she didn’t honestly know what they would say, and she wasn’t willing to take a chance and find out. but when kim found you alone at the park one day, a childish slur to your voice, she made sure to look after you. although she was confused, she cared about you.

•and when the maverick noticed you sniffling near some shops, your knee scraped from tripping, he was sure to bandage your knee and cheer you up.

•even so, aubrey was eventually alerted of these encounters. she asked you if you wanted to tell them, assured you that there was no pressure if you didn’t want to. but you trusted them, and in turn, they were told.

•none of them were upset!! some didn’t really get it all of the way but they were willing to learn. aubrey trusts them to look after you if she was ever unable to be there.

•aubrey learns what your favorite foods are when regressed, even if it’s just in small talk or subtle indications. she makes sure she has them on hand for you! she knows that the little things matter.

•aubrey would be there for you if you impurely regressed. she’s definitely the type of caregiver to jokingly ask you, “who do i need to beat up?”. she’ll sit beside you and hold your hand, making sure your comfort items are in reach if you ask for them. she won’t leave you until you’re better.

•if you wanted to, you two could paint your nails together! she would help you pick out your most favorite color and do it on you. she would confidently wear anything you painted on her nails with pride, no matter the color, neatness, etc.

•aubrey would be fond of playing pretend with you! any scenario, any character, she’s willing to play it. even something simple like the floor is lava would make her happy to do with you!

•you can always count on her being there at the end of a tough day, or any day for that matter. she’ll make some warm angel milk or hot chocolate to put in your hands as you two snuggle up on the couch and watch your favorite cartoon/movie.

•aubrey loves you very much. while she may seem a bit overprotective, she just wants your regression to feel safe. she won’t tolerate anyone telling you otherwise! if you need anything at all, she’s right there <3

[cutiebug21]

me and sky are little alters but we r gonna answer ^u^)/ from ~mybabybearcub!~

my favorite movie is ella enchanted! skys favorite movie is either brother bear or howls moving castle :3

we dont really watch tv! maybe bluey and blues clues.

YUS!! we both sleep with lots of plushies!!

my favorite animals are cow nose sting rays and manatees!!!!and bunnies for skys

my favorite colors r baby blue baby pink and yellow!! basically any thing pastel! sky likes blue and white!

i dont have a care giver and that is okay cuz i dont want one i know sky does though cuz he is littler than me but we have really good friends who r so nice to us ^_^

SO MANY!!!

drawing!!! cuz then i get to make what i wanna make. but i dont like the drawing part of drawing cuz im not good but i like to color what we draw x3 so maybe i guess both! i think sky maybe is the same!

i like my lps and mini trampoline! sky likes r calico critter toys especially the little carts and stuff that can roll! he likes rolling things!

BOTH!!!

i dont use that i guess i use sippy cups some times and r fun plates!! sky likes their binkie and stuff they can teeth on!

FINAL FANTASY 14!! or infinity nikki! and i like mario games. i like to many games! i think sky likes pocket frogs

it depends what friend i am with!! hmm i really like going out side so maybe a beach day swimming and making sand castles and looking for sea shells and chasing birds then getting icecream after >w< i can include sky i think!

build a bear for both of us!!

i dunno cuz the body was born october 19 but we r alters and do we get r own.. o_o?

skys is easter mine is so hard to pick i dont know! i love valentines easter forth of july halloween and christmas. but i love birthdays more if it counts ^_^

we are always little cuz we r alters so i dunno how to answer XP

showers cuz like to feel the steam all around me it make me feel like im at a hot springs sauna with uncle iroh =w= sky likes baths

both of r favorite seasons are spring. it makes us happy that is is warming up and flowers r blooming and bugs are coming out!! then summer will be here and we can go swimming!

we are always little so i cant answer this one either!!

i am 7 and sky is 4!

YUS!!! well r body has a older sister we r not very close to but i have a friend who is a big sister and her boy friend is my big brother (i call him frangin cuz he is french!!) and a friend who is like my cousin and then one of my best friend and her girlfriend i call my moms. it is all just play pretend!! none of them r systems and they dont regress or care take me they r just my friends :3

SWEET! me and sky both have sweet tooths!

i like that i am happy about little things! what i like about sky is sky has a lot of stuff that scares them but they are so brave about it!

my favorite disney princess is rapunzle in tangled! i dunno sky's

we dont collect stickers but they r awesome

both!! sky is more a bunny rabbit person

we both like colorful stuff not dark stuff

this is hard!!!! we do a lot of hobbies!!! video games, drawing, braclets, sewing, reading, writing, music, taking pictures, dancing i love them all!!!

i listen to a lot of stuff i like nightcore dancey songs and vocaloid, 2000s girl pop songs like hilary duff and natasha bedingfield, and irish folk music. but i also listen to some of roxas's emo rock music X3 sky likes stuff that is gentler he likes stuff like cecil likes, like billie elilish and imogen heap. and he likes disney and lulluby music.

THANK YOU FOR READING FRIENDS!! ^w^)/☆