#he’s so regressor coded though…..

[hyacinkoz]

rewatching castlevania always makes me feel so bad for alucard

[regressionworldz]

I think it was about time I drew some CG!Aziraphale and Little!Crowley, I honestly can't get enough of them, especially since Crowley is clearly so baby coded, I can't wait for the next season!

On another note, I know you guys have been wanting me to provide headcanons on some of these characters, so I've decided to compile a small list for them! If you guys enjoy these headcanons, I'll try doing more for other characters.

GOOD OMENS AGERE HEADCANONS!

Aziraphale discovered that Crowley had been a regressor in the last 100, perhaps 200 years, around the 1800s era. Prior to that period, Crowley had been a regressor but kept it a secret, showing little concern for himself.

He unintentionally regressed and faced significant challenges in reclaiming his former self. Aziraphale likely perceived it as a panic attack, a common occurrence for Crowley and a factor that increased the likelihood of his regression.

He becomes extremely sensitive to pain during regression, yet he makes an effort to conceal it. Even a minor injury like pricking his finger prompts tears and shakiness, but he refrains from admitting the pain. This sensitivity stems from the trauma of the angelic fall, where angels experience pain for the first time, and the impact of the descent can leave their bodies broken for hours or even days. While Crowley may have felt pain as a human, the fall marked the first instance he truly felt vulnerable and weak.

Snakes have limited color vision, primarily perceiving shades of blue and green (though there might be some variation). Recognizing this, Aziraphale purchases and knits toys for Crowley within that specific color range.

During regression, Crowley opts for a more concise term, referring to Aziraphale simply as 'angel.' Occasionally, he might use 'papa,' though it occurs less frequently.

When Crowley is happy, he engages in vocal stims, emitting squeals or spontaneous, joyful noises.

Crowley holds a preference for snakes as his favorite animal, yet he appreciates any plushie he receives, with a particular fondness for sheep and goats.

Crowley typically sheds tears either upon waking up or at the onset of regression. Throughout the rest of the time, he makes an effort to suppress his tears. When upset, he opts for deep breaths as a coping mechanism, consciously avoiding crying. However, this emotional suppression can lead to him becoming worked up.

While regressed, Aziraphale assists Crowley in tending to his plants. However, later on, Crowley becomes frustrated with himself for being kind to his plants, expressing displeasure with the unexpected benevolence.

During Crowley's regression, Aziraphale is inclined to prepare warm meals for him. Although Crowley doesn't eat often, he readily indulges in meals provided by Aziraphale.

Crowley has a star mobile above his crib that Aziraphale added, allowing him to gaze at the stars, a simple joy that consistently brings him happiness.

Hope you guys enjoyed some of these papa azi and little crowley headcanons!

[python333]

soft spot — python333

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synopsis you've been having a bad day, and ghost feels like being extra nice to you. plot twist you're an age regressor and him being so nice is NOT helping.

relationships platonic agere cg!ghost & gn little!reader.

characters ghost.

word count 6.7k.

warnings a victorious reference, age regressor reader, usage of c/n [call sign/code name], 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself]

note please feel free to attack me as much as you want if this is inaccurate. i don't even care if it's not constructive criticism. i am begging for everyone's thoughts and opinions on this!! this is also the longest oneshot i think i've ever written!

“Having fun there?” 

You turn in your seat and find Ghost leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and one eye slightly wider than the other—an indication that his eyebrow is raised. 

“Not really,” You answer, setting down your gun. You’d been disassembling it, trying to take your mind off of the slowly growing headache that’s been building up for the past few hours. You don’t think it’s a migraine or anything, but it still bothers you greatly. 

“Yeah, no, I can tell,” Ghost chuckles, pushing himself off of the door frame and walking over to you. He eyes your gun for a moment, the magazine already removed as well as any live rounds left in the rifle ejected, and the bolt locked to the rear. You were only maybe a quarter of the way through your disassembly, even though you started around thirty minutes ago. 

For some reason, you woke up upset today. You were too tired, you felt awfully sluggish, and there was a throbbing pain clustered in the back of your eyebrows. So, in short—you were reasonably very upset. It showed visibly in the way your eyes twitched every so often, and in the way you felt the need to pinch the bridge of your nose to distract you from the pain that was still building up behind your brows. 

“What’s going on?” He asks, leaning on the table. 

“I have this headache that won’t go away,” You respond, sighing as you move your gaze from your gun to Ghost. You can barely see it, but from his eyes you can tell that his face scrunches up beneath his mask. He knows a thing or two about bad headaches, being someone who frequently gets migraines himself. 

“Have you taken any meds for it?” You shake your head ‘no’. Ghost holds up a single finger in a ‘one moment’ motion and rummages through the pockets on his tactical vest for a moment, before he pulls out a small bottle of ibuprofen no bigger than his palm. He hands it to you. 

“Here.” You blink at it for a moment. 

“Thanks,” You take the bottle gingerly and Ghost nods, watching you as you struggle with the child-proof lid for a second before getting it open. You shake out a small tablet, one the size of a low-dosage aspirin, and pop it into your mouth. You don’t have much of an issue dry-swallowing it, and it only takes one attempt before you successfully swallow the tablet.

“You’ve been feeling pretty bad this whole week, haven’t you?” Ghost frowns underneath his mask. 

You think for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I guess. I think it’s mostly just stress.” 

You know it’s not just stress. 

For a while now, you’ve used something called ‘age regression’ as a form of stress relief. You don’t know exactly when it started, but you do know that it was before you were recruited for the 141. And originally, you made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t regress while on base, and you kept that promise for maybe a month before you broke it. 

You think it was Ghost that was the trigger, actually. You can vividly remember the first time you regressed while on base; you had just finished talking to Ghost, and he called you something—you think he called you something similar to ‘kid’—that made a flip in your mind switch immediately. You can remember excusing yourself from the conversation quickly, leaving your lieutenant slightly confused but otherwise unbothered by the strange action. 

And, worst of all, you can remember being in your quarters and practically burrowing under your blankets. You were curled up into a fetal position, trying to fight the urge to suck on your thumb or at least chew on something, but ultimately lost the fight and succumbed to your urges. You spent maybe a few hours like that, wide awake when you just wanted to try and sleep it away, thinking about that interaction you had with Ghost over and over again. 

You’re not stupid. You know that Ghost has some sort of soft spot for you—albeit, you don’t know exactly how soft that soft spot is, but it’s definitely soft. Soft enough that he goes the tiniest bit easier on you compared to other recruits, soft enough that he spares you more time than he does for others, and the most obvious of all—he initiates most of your conversations. 

Contrary to popular belief, he’s not the scary super-soldier most people think of him as. Sure, maybe he is kind of scary, and maybe his mask does jumpscare you when you’re doing missions in particularly dark spaces sometimes, but other than that he’s not scary in the slightest. If anything, he’s awkward. Awkward enough that he’s almost never the first person to talk to someone—except for you, of course. You don’t know why he acts so differently around you, but you don’t complain about it. 

“That’s rough,” Ghost looks down at you with concerned, empathetic eyes, “Sorry you’re so stressed. Mind me askin’ why?” 

“I don’t, but I also don’t know why I’m so stressed,” You huff out, even though you know the answer completely. You stand up, “I think it’s just me being sleep deprived. I’ve been having the tiniest bit of trouble falling asleep lately.” 

“You should’ve told me earlier,” Ghost tuts, “I have melatonin.” 

You give him a confused look. “You do?” 

“‘Course I do.” 

You blink at him for a moment before sighing, “Could I have some then?” 

“What’s the magic word?” You give him an unimpressed look, ignoring the way the words make your stomach twist, and his eyes crinkle in a way that lets you know that he’s grinning under his mask. 

“Could I please have some melatonin?” 

“The magic word was lotion, but I’ll let it slide,” Ghost hums, “There’s some in my office. I’ll grab it for you later.” 

“M’kay,” You look over at the door, unintentionally zoning out as you do. Your vision goes unfocused as the throbbing pain behind your eyebrows grows and something else grows inside of you. 

Jesus. Why can’t you choose any other time to get the urge to slip into a younger mentality? Why does your headache have to make everything worse for you? Why does Ghost have to be so nice and helpful? 

“Hey,” Ghost frowns, tapping a finger on your shoulder to snap you out of whatever trance you’re in, “[c/n]?” 

Oh God. 

Your eyes—that you try desperately to keep neutral—meet Ghost’s, his eyes soft and his eyebrows dipped downwards in a confused manner. His eyes are searching, flitting over you, trying to find something. The way he looks at you makes you want to squirm, and you can’t help but just slightly shuffle in place. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks, voice as concerned as his look. That should be the breaking point for you, but you remain as big as you can be, and nod affirmatively. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You try to assure him, hoping you don’t sound as nervous as you feel, “I think I’m just a little tired.” 

Ghost doesn’t look convinced. 

He puts a hand on your shoulder, the act like a hammer putting another dent in the wall you had put up. The leather of his glove is warm even through the thick material of your shirt, and it feels like hot metal against your cold skin, the clothing covering your shoulder be damned. 

“You can tell me if you’re not okay,” He tells you—what is he doing? Does he know something I don’t?—while his thumb starts rubbing circles into your shoulder, “I feel like you’re more than a little tired.” 

You stay silent for a little bit. You don’t know how to explain yourself, the words seeming to liquify and leak right out of you, making you speechless. He seems to notice this, sighing and letting his hand slip down to your hand, holding it and giving it a quick squeeze. 

“I think,” He looks around for a moment before turning back to you, “that we should head to my office so that nobody can bother us, and then you can tell me all about how you’re feeling right now. Does that sound okay?” 

You nod wordlessly, not trusting yourself to talk with how heavy your tongue feels, and you let Ghost lead you back to his office. It’s only a hallway away, but that’s still enough time to overthink everything that could possibly happen. How does he know something’s wrong? What gave it away? Did I do something bad? What did I do? Wh—

The creak of his office door opening snaps you out of your thoughts, and Ghost steps aside to let you enter his office first. Hesitantly, you take a few steps inside, and you hear the door click shut behind you as Ghost walks in. He takes your hand again, making you look at him as he guides you to a chair. 

You sit in the chair that’s in front of his desk, and he quickly drags out the chair that’s behind it so that it’s right next to yours. He sits down. 

He’s looking at you expectantly. 

“Uh.” You’re not sure what to say. He’s looking at you so reassuringly, it’s hard to keep yourself sitting upright. 

“I know something’s wrong,” Ghost says, leaning forward the tiniest bit, “I need you to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” 

He’s got to have at least some idea of what you’re experiencing, You think, trying to form some sort of explanation, He’s being so… weird? 

You swear there’s some other word you could use, but your vocabulary feels so limited, and you would mentally curse if you could because you know that now your explanation is gonna sound weird. You can’t use the words you want, you’re gonna be forced to use simple words, ones that can’t convey exactly how you feel. Words that—and it physically pained you to admit this—were childish. 

You can explain your situation. Just, now it would be more… blunt. And short. And also you’d feel like killing yourself afterwards. You won’t, obviously, but you can predict that you’ll come very close to doing so.

Okay, I have to say something because Ghost is looking more and more worried the longer I stay silent. 

“I feel…” You trail off for a moment, trying to get your thoughts in order for the next two seconds to actually say something that makes sense, before continuing in a far less confident tone, “… small.” 

The moment the words leave your mouth, you regret it. Ew. Ew. Ew. What. Why? Why that word? It leaves a sour taste on your tongue and yet you can’t think of any other word that would better suit how you feel. Still. Ew. 

Your thoughts are a jumbled mess ranging from fleeting thoughts of disgust to thoughts lodged in the back of your mind begging you to go anywhere else just so that you can stop having to have this conversation. This conversation requires words bigger than you have access to, and a sort of control over yourself that you can’t grasp. You can feel your hands twitching, wanting something to hold onto, anything to keep you distracted from the overwhelming urge to just regress. 

Ghost blinks. He didn’t expect that answer. 

“Small?” He repeats in a questioning tone, eyebrows furrowed, “I mean, compared to me, I guess you’re kind of short—” 

“No, no, not like short small,” You try to clarify, feeling just slightly discouraged by Ghost’s confused words, “Like…” 

You struggle to find the words that properly describe how you feel, only finding words like small and little in your current vocabulary. Your findings are making you increasingly upset, and you can feel your face start to grow hot with frustration and embarrassment. 

Oh my God. 

“Like…?” Ghost nudges your knee with his, trying to encourage you to talk, “I’m not leaving until you tell me.” 

There’s still a level of care in his words, no matter how confused he seems, and that adds all the more struggle to your predicament. Not only do you not want to tell him, but you can’t describe how you feel in a way that’s acceptable for someone your age to describe anything. At least, not in a way that you deem acceptable for yourself to describe anything. 

You’re far too old to be describing yourself as small. 

“[c/n]?” Ghost nudges you again, and you blink at him. Your eyes are flickering all over his mask, going anywhere but his eyes, since eye contact with anyone would make everything significantly worse for you right now. 

“It’s just—” You try to take a deep breath but your breath hitches. Everything is starting to make you feel so frustrated, and you’re starting to think that you might just throw a tantrum if you can’t do at least one thing right. You try to find the words you want to use but your throat is disobediently closing on you. Your mind feels like straight mush, and the quickly softening look that Ghost is giving you isn’t helping you at all. 

To your horror, in your inexplicable inability to talk in the way you normally do, you let out a small whine. It sounds obnoxious to your ears, and worst of all, sounds like something a little kid would do. 

You put your head in your hands, the quickly reddening skin of your cheeks getting cooled by the cold of your palms as you try and hide your face from Ghost. You can picture how he looks right now—somehow more confused than earlier, possibly annoyed, weirded out—and all those mental images make you bite your tongue to prevent another noise. 

“What was that?” You don’t answer him. 

To your non-answer, Ghost sighs, and you think, This is it, this is where he kicks me out of his office, oh my God I’m gonna get dishonorably discharged and he’s gonna give me a really mean look on my way out—

“Look at me.” You shake your head negatively. 

“Why not?” He sounds so confused, it makes you want to cry. There’s still a level of worry in his voice, and it adds to the fog that builds up in your brain. 

You move your face just slightly up so that your eyes peek out from above your fingertips, your hands covering the rest of your face. Ghost reaches out both of his hands, and ever so gently removes your hands from your face, uncovering your red cheeks and your lips—the lower of which quivers, like you’re about to cry. He notices this quickly, and you can practically feel the level of his worry shoot up. 

He doesn’t say anything, instead just holding your hands in his for a moment, before he sets them down into your lap. He looks at you, concerned, and asks, “Is it hard to talk right now?” 

You nod. His gaze shifts to his computer, and then back to you. 

“I’m gonna go look a few things up really quick, okay? I’ll just be right over there,” He nods over to the space behind his computer, “and I’ll be right back here in a few seconds.” 

You reluctantly nod again, and Ghost gets up from his seat. He grabs the back of the chair and drags it back around behind his desk, sitting down in it and powering on his monitor. It turns on almost immediately, much to his relief, and he goes to his browser and searches up a few things. You can’t tell what he’s searching up, only hearing the clacking of keys and the occasional final click that indicates that he’s hit the enter button. 

He stays there for maybe a minute or two. It’s a long few minutes, and you can feel yourself slipping more and more the longer he stays at his computer. And the more you feel yourself slipping into that younger mindset, the more you start to crave Ghost’s attention. 

The way his eyes are glued to his computer starts to irritate you. You’re aware that he’s doing something important, he must be, because why would he be so intent on looking something up otherwise, but still—you manage to feel the tiniest bit jealous of the computer. You know you’re too far gone when you can’t find it within yourself to realize that you’re jealous of a computer. 

Your eyes linger on him and he must notice this because he looks up from the screen of his monitor and looks over at you. As if he can read your mind, he reassures you, “Just a few more seconds.” 

But you said you were gonna be back in a few seconds a few minutes ago. 

You don’t voice your thoughts. Instead, you nod, because God forbid you annoy Ghost with your need for attention now when he’s being so patient with you. He looks at you for another moment before going back to his computer and looking something else up, this time with a little more fervor. 

Another few seconds pass and, true to his word this time, Ghost stops and gets up from his chair. He walks over to you, and your eyes follow him intently. He kneels down in front of you.

He looks hesitant to say something to you. That’s a first. That adds to the exponentially growing blob of fear that lives inside your mind, one of the only things that’s still prominent in the fog that conquers your brain. 

“Are you…” You feel like you know what he’s gonna ask you. You’re bracing yourself for the question, and he looks like he’s bracing himself just to ask it. 

“How, uh,” He’s trying to find the right wording, and you’ve never been able to relate to him harder than you do in this moment, “How… do you feel right now? How old?” 

How old? You don’t really like that question. As much as you like that you’re now getting attention, you’re starting to remember how little you actually enjoy this type of attention. The question is pretty vague, but at the same time so specific, and you’re almost ashamed to know exactly what the answer is. Or, at least, you would feel ashamed if there was room in your mind to feel so. 

“You said you feel small, right? Not like short small, just small?” He sounds more unsure of himself now, and you don’t think you like seeing him so reluctant to say something, “I looked up what it means to feel like that. Took some time, but I got to some person’s… website, and the person who wrote it was talkin’ about feeling like that. Something about regression, feeling a little bit younger than usual?” 

He’s being so awkward about it, and while you typically find his awkwardness funny, now it’s anything but that. 

“Uhm,” Your voice comes out as a mumble and you see Ghost perk up at it. You don’t know what to say. For a moment, you’re silent again, before you get over your embarrassment for a quick two seconds and force yourself to say, “Four.” 

“Four?” Ghost asks, before quickly realizing, “Right. Four. You feel four?” 

You nod, and your hands instinctively start moving back up to cover your face. Ghost swiftly grabs them, keeping his grip gentle as he keeps them from reaching your face. 

“Hey, don’t try to hide again,” He says, tone softening as he holds your hands, “everything’s fine, okay? Do you— what, uh— do you need me to do anything? Do you want me to leave you alo—”

“No!” You quickly answer, a little surprised by your own volume, before you clear your throat and answer in a much more quiet voice, “Don’t leave me alone.” 

“Okay, okay,” Ghost’s thumbs rub across the back of your hands, a soothing gesture that makes you the tiniest bit more relaxed, “what do you need?” 

You sniffle, and you can see an immediate look of panic cross Ghost’s eyes. You don’t know how well he is with crying children, and don’t want to impose such a situation on him, but you also can’t stop the tears that begin to well up in the corners of your eyes. 

“Hey, don’t cry,” He borderline begs, “everything’s gonna be okay, okay? Please do not cry. Take a deep breath.” 

You try to take a deep breath, you really do, but your breath just hitches and gets caught in your throat. It only makes you more distressed, adding to the urge you have to just disappear. Ghost notices your failed deep breathing and lets go of one of your hands, before taking the other and holding it to his chest.

You can just barely feel his heartbeat, his thick tactical vest and gear in the way of it, but you can still feel it. Ghost takes a deep breath, holding it for a second or two before slowly exhaling. 

“You copy me, okay?” He tells you, his words an order but his tone suggesting otherwise. He takes another deep breath, this time hoping you’ll follow his lead, and you do. 

You try to breathe with him, your hand on his chest helping, but your breath keeps getting caught in your throat. Ghost notices this, but continues his breathing anyway, hoping you’ll catch on soon. You do, thankfully—after a few more attempted breaths, you finally manage one almost identical to Ghost’s. The next few after that go similarly, and that’s when Ghost decides you’re alright to take your hand off of his chest. 

“I need you to tell me what to do,” He says, keeping your hand in his hold, “or at least tell me how all of this works. I want to help you.”

 You really don’t want to tell him what you need right now, but you also don’t think you have a choice. 

Wordlessly, you stand up from your seat, balance just slightly off-center before you quickly get your footing right. Ghost watches you, not moving, before you tug on his hand to try and urge him to get up as well. He obliges, getting up. 

“What—” You interrupt him by taking another step forward and letting your head thump right into his chest, ignoring the itchy uncomfortable feeling of his vest against your face. You don’t bother to wrap your arms around him to at least try and form some sort of hug, preferring to just smush yourself into him and hope for the best. 

After a moment of stunned silence, he wraps his arms around you. 

“You mind if we move behind my desk so I can look up some more stuff on all of this?” He asks, voice quiet, “Unless you want to just tell me?” 

“Desk,” You simply mumble into his vest, making him nod. 

“Alright, but you’re gonna have to stop hugging me for a second,” Ghost warns you. You reluctantly step away, and Ghost smiles softly down at you, bringing his hands away from your back and instead holding one of yours. 

He leads you behind his desk, and lets go of your hand before sitting down in his chair. Pausing, he quickly realizes you have nowhere to sit, and thinks for a moment before getting back up. He drags his chair just slightly to the side and looks back at you. 

“Sit down,” He nods to the chair, “It’s only gonna be a minute or two, alright?” 

You nod, hesitantly moving to sit in the chair, not really liking how far away from Ghost it is. It's not that far, You try to rationalize, I’m gonna be fine. 

Ghost can see your hesitation and tries to work as quickly as he can, grateful that he didn’t turn his computer off earlier, typing away on his keyboard. You don’t care to see what he’s looking up, more focused on looking at the time on his monitor. 21:44. 21:45. The time ticks by and even though it’s only been a few seconds you already want Ghost’s attention again. His attention has actually turned into good attention, and that’s the type of attention you’ve been craving for the past week. 

The clock reads 21:47 once Ghost is done, and he powers his monitor off this time, the small whirring the device makes dying down to a low hum before going completely silent. He turns to you, and somehow can sense that you need more attention. 

“Am I not paying enough attention to you?” He teases you, making you conflicted on whether you should be annoyed by the teasing or happy you’re finally getting attention. As if he can read your mind, he chuckles, and kneels down to your level. 

“I’m gonna give you as much attention as you need, alright?” He promises, “I just need you to stay in this room.” 

— 

Ghost watches you nod non-verbally, and it only adds to his softening expression. 

He’s always had a soft spot for kids. He knows that you aren’t technically a kid, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still see you as one. You’re young for someone in the military, much less someone in this 141, and now that he’s found out that you’re an age regressor, that you’re a little—well, that doesn’t help how he sees you at all. 

He thinks that maybe the reason he has such a soft spot for kids is a few encounters he’s had with them in the past. He’s seen far too many in compromising positions while on missions; positions like being held hostage, being held as prisoner, or just generally being mistreated or even just living in bad conditions. 

He looks at you, and he just sees another one of those kids. 

He sees how you act around him. He’s not stupid. When he talks to you, you’re actually engaged in the conversation, compared to when anyone else tries to talk to you—maybe excluding Price, or Soap, or Gaz, heavy on that maybe—you’re more likely than not brushing them off every chance you get. You’re standoffish with everyone else, but with him, you’ll always accept any conversation he initiates. 

He can also see the way you look at him. It’s like you’re looking at your idol, or your savior, the way you look up at him. He can see that curious glint in your eyes when he tells you about a recent mission, or when he tells you anything, really. He can see when you try to mimic how he holds his weapons, and when you try to copy his techniques. 

He remembers catching you one day in the shooting range trying to mimic how he aims at the targets—looking through your scope with one eye closed, the other focused only on the dot centered on the scope, taking a deep breath in and out before shooting, and keeping the gun exactly like that even seconds after the shot’s been fired. 

In fact, the copying has gone from guns to melee weapons recently. Ghost swings only his forearm when he uses a knife, thumb resting on the very end of the knife’s handle, and entire arm stiff as he does. He does a slow windup when behind someone, a fast one on the off-chance that he’s in front, and buries the weapon to the hilt in whoever’s flesh he’s penetrated. He’s already seen you do the same on a recent mission. Not only that, but he caught you using a knife almost identical to his. 

And now, you’re still looking at him like that—except, different. Sort of like how a kid might look up to their parents. 

“What do you feel like doing, kiddo?” He asks, hoping the pet name isn’t too much. 

From the way your eyes light up, he suspects it isn't. 

“Mmm…” You hum, thinking for a moment, before requesting, “Coloring?” 

“Coloring, huh?” Ghost looks around for some blank paper and some sort of marker or pen thick enough to act as one, but can only find some highlighters. He turns to you, frowning, “Sorry, but I don’t think I have any paper, kid. Anything else you wanna do?”

You shake your head, and Ghost is just about ready to jump off of a bridge before you point to his arm and repeat, “Coloring.” 

He looks at his arm for a second, confused, before he remembers a conversation the two of you had a month or so ago. 

“If you ever wanna get tattoos, I know a guy in Brighton,” Ghost said, reclining his chair back so that he can lay down in it. You were sitting across from him in front of his desk, fiddling with one of his pens. 

“Good to know,” You hummed, “You have any tattoos?” 

“Yeah,” You perked up at his admission, and he sat up for a second to roll up the sleeve of his shirt. He wasn’t wearing his usual gear, only one of those standard issue army-green shirts. 

“Here,” He pointed to a large tattoo covering his whole arm like a sleeve, a few designs you could point out to yourself being a skull, a few Roman numerals, and some kind of scythe. 

“Very emo,” You commented, making Ghost snort, “I like it.” 

“I’m glad,” He rolled his sleeve back down. 

There’s a lot of blank space in the tattoo, despite it being a sleeve, and he can already tell that you mean you want to color in that space. He thinks about it for a moment, a fleeting thought of is that even safe? crossing his mind before he ultimately decides that he doesn’t care and would rather kill himself than see you disappointed because he denied your request, his own health be damned. 

“Alright,” He hums, grabbing a few highlighters from a mesh cup on his desk in the colors pink, yellow, and blue, “Go for it.” 

You give him a small smile and if he cared about if he’d get ink poisoning two seconds ago, he sure as hell doesn’t care now. You gingerly grab the highlighters from his hand, your grabbing not too secure and sort of clumsy but secure enough that the markers stay in your hand.

You hold them with both hands, and it makes Ghost realize how small your hands are—sure, you could hold the highlighters with one hand, but he’s glad you aren’t because now he can admire just how small you are as a whole. 

You set the yellow and blue down on his desk, making sure they don’t roll off for a moment before uncapping the pink and hesitantly holding out a hand for Ghost’s arm. He rolls up his sleeve and obediently holds out his arm for you, watching curiously as you press the cold tip of the highlighter to his skin. You’re starting by coloring in the skull a neon pink, much to his amusement, and you’re starting in the dead center of its forehead. 

You’re so much more quiet than you usually are when you’re little, and you’re so much more hesitant, it makes Ghost want to just wrap you in a blanket and keep you safe and in his sight forever. 

Your tongue slightly pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on coloring in Ghost’s tattoo, making him grin beneath his mask. The ink of the highlighter doesn’t stay within the black bounds of his tattoos at all, but he doesn’t care one bit, and he doesn’t think you care either. You finish up the skull quickly, and move onto the scythe that’s right next to it, this time capping the pink highlighter and grabbing the yellow. 

Ghost is pretty sure this is gonna stain his skin for a day or two, but he couldn’t care less.

He can’t help but notice how much more relaxed you look in your regressed state. More at peace, he should say. There’s no longer a hunch in your shoulders, your eyes aren’t twitching from your headache, and you’re not bouncing your leg like you usually do when you’re sitting down somewhere. It’s like any anxieties you had pre-regression had evaporated, like slipping into a younger mentality had taken away most of your worries, if not all of them. 

He also can’t help but wish he could see you like this more often. Not necessarily the regressed part, but the relaxed part. Well, maybe the regressed part too. You’re being such a sweetheart right now, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to live through this experience. 

“You having fun there, darling?” Ghost asks, his grin evident in his voice. The corners of your lips quirk up at the pet name and you nod silently, and now Ghost is starting to think you’re actually trying to kill him. You’re being so uncharacteristically shy, and you’re being so quiet, and you’re just being so sweet. 

It seems you’ve moved onto the blue highlighter now, coloring in the last bit of his tattoo. He doesn’t think he’ll ever wash it off—or, at least, he wouldn’t if he had a choice. He knows that he has to shower sometime soon, but surely he can put that off for a bit, right?

Once you’re finished with your coloring, you cap the highlighter, and set it down next to the others you’ve discarded. You turn Ghost’s arm the tiniest bit towards him so that he can see your work better. 

“‘s it good?” You ask quietly, watching intently for Ghost’s reaction. He looks over your coloring job and hums approvingly. 

“It’s amazing, I love it,” He assures you, smiling down softly at you, “You did great.” 

You seem to preen at the praise, and you take your hand off of Ghost’s arm, moving to put in your lap. You’re keeping yourself very contained, Ghost notices, Why? 

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears you yawn, and you quickly move to cover your mouth as you do. He’s reminded that it’s almost twenty-two hundred, and while that usually wouldn’t be an issue for him, it’s an issue for you. You originally came to the 141 as someone who had a sleep schedule almost as fucked up at Ghost’s, but soon developed a habit of going to sleep somewhat early considering the training you had in the morning. So, now you get tired anywhere from eighteen-hundred to twenty-one hundred. After that, your only goal is to find somewhere to sleep. 

“Sleepy?” You nod tiredly, making Ghost coo, Ghost, the man who quite literally haunts some people’s nightmares, coos at you, “Aw, of course you are, sweetheart. Pretty sure it’s way past your bedtime by now.” 

“Nuh uh,” You deny, making Ghost chuckle. 

“‘Nuh uh’?” He asks, amused, “What d’you mean ‘nuh uh’?” 

“No b’dtime,” You shortly elaborate. 

“Ohhh, okay,” Ghost feigns realization, “You think you’re too big for a bedtime, huh?” 

“Mhm. Way too big.”

“I dunno about ‘way’ too big,” Ghost hums, checking to see if the highlighter on his arm has dried before he pulls his sleeve back down. “You seem pretty little to me.” 

“No,” You whine, dragging out the ‘o’, “Not lil’.” 

“Hmm… you sure, kiddo?” Ghost asks, “So if I ask you if you need to go to bed, you’re gonna say ‘no’?” 

That makes you hesitate, and Ghost almost thinks he’s won, before your own pettiness wins and you nod affirmatively. He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Alright, well, you’ve gotta sleep at some point,” He says, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair. 

You think this over for a second, and he watches as you look over him for a moment before looking down at his lap, then looking back up at him. He can already tell there’s some sort of plan forming in your mind.  Wordlessly, you get up, and Ghost does nothing to stop you as you decide to just plop yourself down into his lap. You straddle his thighs, moving until you’re sitting comfortably on him, and then let yourself slump forward so that your face is resting in the crook of his neck. It takes him a moment to process what just happened, before he laughs lightly and wraps both of his arms around you to keep you in place. 

“Oh, okay,” He grins, resting his chin on your shoulder, “you just wanna cuddle with me until you fall asleep? Is that what this is?” 

He feels you nod against his neck, and his grin grows as he rubs one hand against your back, trying to soothe you to sleep. He doesn’t say anything else, not wanting to distract you from your attempts to sleep anymore, simply letting you stay slumped against him. Your breathing wasn’t too fast-paced to begin with, but as you relax even more in his arms, he can feel your breathing even out. 

You’re falling asleep fairly quickly, and the only complaint he has is that he didn’t get to spend nearly as much time as he wanted to with you while you were awake and regressed. 

Once he’s sure you’re barely awake, he murmurs, “You’re such a sweetheart, you know that?” 

— 

You don’t know how long it’s been since you fell asleep, but you’re woken up by the slight rustling of clothes, and then you feel yourself moving up. 

Your mind still feels foggy and you can tell you’re still somewhat in that younger mindset of yours, but now you’re significantly less bothered by it than you were before. You’re awake enough to be aware of what’s happening, always having been a light-sleeper, but not awake enough to know exactly what’s happening. You don’t dare open your eyes, and try to keep your breathing even—though that isn’t much of a challenge. 

That headache that had been building up earlier has fully disappeared, thank God, and you no longer feel the tension in your shoulder that you’d been unconsciously carrying. 

You can sort of feel someone’s arms snaked under your back, and you know that you’re being moved somewhere. Quickly, you remember that it’s Ghost carrying you, and that you had fallen asleep on him, much to your embarrassment. Or, at least, it would be much to your embarrassment if you had the mental capacity to feel embarrassed about that right now. But you feel so comfy and so safe that it really doesn’t matter to you right now. 

You can hear the clicking of Ghost’s boots against the concrete floors of the hallway, and he’s carrying you off somewhere; you imagine that somewhere to be your sleeping quarters. He’s walking pretty fast, not hurriedly but still at a somewhat fast pace. 

Soon, he reaches a stopping point where he has to awkwardly put one leg up to support your back on his thigh as he quickly reaches one arm out to turn the knob of the door to your sleeping quarters and pulls that arm right back to support your back again. He sighs as he puts his foot back down, kicking open the door and walking in. 

He’s quick to reach your bed, and he pauses as he considers what to do. You can practically hear him thinking, wondering how he’s gonna get you under the covers while he’s still carrying you, and for a second you think about showing him you’re awake so that things are easier for him before he sets you down on the bed. 

He pulls the covers up and stops when he reaches the part your body covers, and picks you back up, before dropping you right back off where the blankets have been pulled away. He pulls the covers back over you. 

After a few moments, you think he’s left the room, before you hear the rustling of fabric and feel him leaning down. He gently presses his lips to your forehead and pulls away after a second or two, before quietly mumbling, “Night, kiddo.”

He stays there for a moment before you hear his footsteps leave the room, and then the door clicking shut behind him as he leaves the room entirely. 

You’re quick to fall asleep after that.

[infanttoes]

🦈 Flip4Flip KiriBaku HCs!💥

title sounds like I’m speaking in code lmao. anyway, I present to u one of my fav pairs w a flip dynamic :3 (wrote this at 3:00 AM sorry if it’s bad lolol)

These are platonic but can be interpreted as romantic? ^___^

💥 ~ Katsuki is a toddler regressor, while Eijirou is a middle regressor. They regress to 4 and 14 respectively, Katsuki a lot more often than Eijirou.

🦈 ~ Eijirou has an oral fixation that gets more prominent when he slips. A lot of the time, he’ll subconsciously chew on water bottle caps or his shirt collar, which Katsuki immediately shuts down with a chew necklace and a scolding for ruining his teeth.

💥 ~ Food is tricky for Katsuki. He’s not necessarily picky but his sensory issues get in the way. This has resulted in Eijirou having to get real creative with his snacks to incorporate healthy foods and even beg Aizawa to let them order takeout on multiple occasions, lest the boy starve.

🦈 ~ Contrarily, food is practically Eijirou’s love language. On the days his regression fog and insecurity won’t let him out of bed, Katsuki will deliver him a fresh, home-cooked meal. Every time, without fail.

💥 ~ It’s not uncommon for Katsuki to go non-verbal when he slips, especially in the presence of authority figures. After unveiling this discovery, Eijirou took it upon himself to make him communication cards. He let Katsuki write some too, which consisted of an ungodly amount of insults and vulgarity.

🦈 ~ Katsuki insists on being the one to re-dye Eijirou’s hair, mostly because it’s the only form of physical affection he can comfortably tolerate and he knows Eijirou melts at it.

💥 ~ When they first decided to be one another’s caretakers, Eijirou bought Katsuki a pair of noise cancelling earmuffs to help with his meltdowns. To his dismay, Katsuki only uses them to pretend he doesn’t hear Eijirou telling him it’s bed time.

🦈 ~ Words of Affirmation vs Acts of Service.

💥 ~ Katsuki has a fascination with insects, especially millipedes. Eijirou deliberately floods him with questions about bugs just to see his face light up at the opportunity to talk about them. His favorite pet name for him is bug.

🦈 ~ Eijirou’s random EBay shark and Katsuki’s IKEA octopus are best friends.

💥 ~ They both keep their gear in Eijirou’s dorm because it’s easier to hide. Eijirou doesn’t have much since his regression doesn’t change his behavior as drastically, mostly just chewelry and a regression journal. Katsuki didn’t allow himself gear out of shame, but Eijirou buys him some in secret and shows him when he’s little.

🦈 ~ Eijirou’s regression is completely involuntary and spaced out. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t slip if he isn’t negatively triggered. But during bad stress highs, Katsuki treats him as if he’s regressed anyway to calm him down.

💥 ~ Katsuki hates being dependent, so often-times, Eijirou will give him small tasks to do like picking up his toys just to satiate him, even though he doesn’t mind doing it himself.

[aew-kun]

Hi!!maybe an odd request cause ik bob from thunderbolts is so baby coded, but can I get some hc of cg! Bob with little!reader?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | caregiver robert 'bob' reynolds headcannons // (11)

★ Hi hi!!! Don't worry, this isn't too odd - although I see him as a regressor I also have a habit of thinking about my favourites in a CG role looking after me so although this took a little longer than I hoped I definitely try to write some, I'm sorry I didn't write more!!!

!!! canon typical trigger warnings-? !!!

credits - X / X / X

"I did the dishes though-"

♟️ . . . he'd do tasks like brushing teeth, making beds, tidying up spaces together!!! tasks are easier to tackle together, especially on bad days

💛 . . . would absolutely adore reading with you, doesn't matter if that means the two of you reading your own separate stories but next to each other / you reading to him or him reading to you - he loves it!!!

🕳️ . . . I don't see him loving going out in public too much so I can definitely see evening / night trips to the park - works in the favour of both of you due to the lack of people there , noone to judge :3

♟️ . . . he fiddles a lot and I can see him loving playing with your hair and because of how often he would just play with it he decides to learn how to style it

💛 . . . would spoil you with stuffies!!!

🕳️ . . . he's a very gentle person however he is also fiercely protective over you!!!

♟️ . . . he finds caregiving helps him feel active as he's looking after someone - it makes him feel important. also helps stop him from turning towards more negative coping mechanisms that he previously relied on-

💛 . . . has seemingly endless patience for you <333

🕳️ . . . would love taking you to librarys - sometimes Ava joins

♟️ . . . looking after you helps him look after himself, he wants to set a good example

💛 . . . his sleep schedule realistically probably isn't very good, I do think he'd encourage you to sleep at a healthy time and if you couldn't he'd stay up with you, cuddlesss (and probably reading) until you fall asleep, him normally following shortly after.

[asher-agere]

Forgot to add the emojis for the ask game on my last ask _._ My head is in the clouds-

But 🎨 👑 🍀🍼 🫧 for Dazai and Chuuya! (It can be just one of them, or both if you feel like it- I perceived you like ask games a lot, so I chose two characters, but I don't want to overwhelm you). It's actually the first time I participate of an ask game, so I hope I didn't do anything wrong? (If that's even possible-)

Hehe no worries! Your perception is absolutely correct I LOVE ask games, they’re so much fun! And it is possible to do things wrong, but you didn’t! So that’s an accomplishment!

Dazai

🎨How do they communicate?

I definitely don’t think Dazai can talk very well, but most of the time he tries to anyway even though he just ends up getting frustrated. He’s stubborn and refuses to accept that he can’t talk properly, which means he doesn’t commit to any practical way of communicating, usually he just does messy hand signals and pointing along with his butchered pronunciations!

👑Would they enjoy padded regression?

Honestly Dazai could likely benefit from being padded but he hates it with such a burning passion that it’s ineffective. Like yes in concept it would allow him to relax more, however he’s so against being padded that he wouldn’t even be able to fully regress trying to focus on controlling his body to never use it. Not to mention it upsets him so much

🍀A scene that felt very regressor-coded?

Ough so many… But I can give an exact quote! I think it’s from the wan? It’s like my favorite line ever he’s so regressor coded guys

Kunikida: And what are you doing? You’re supposed to be working!

Dazai: Huh? A child’s work is to play!

Kunikida: What? Last I checked you’re a grown ass man

Dazai: Uh oh. Getting yelled at makes me all sleepy! Wake me up in a bit mom…

🍼What’s their favorite gear?

Dazai tries denying that he needs gear, however I think he’d love fidget/sensory toys! Things that he doesn’t look at and instantly think they’re baby like, however he still loves to use them when he’s regressed?

🫧Signs they’re regressed?

The clearest sign Dazai is regressed is when he shuts up honestly. Usually Dazai never stops talking, so if he’s being quiet it’s likely because he can’t really talk properly. Another sign is if he’s chewing or sucking on his fingers, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it!

Chuuya

🎨How do they communicate?

I think Chuuya can actually talk pretty well! Once he’s comfortable it’s honestly tough to get him to stop talking hehe. But if for any reason he isn’t able to talk well he’d like to communicate through drawing!

👑Would they enjoy padded regression?

Chuuya would be fine with it! He wouldn’t want diapers, but he’s good with pull ups! He just doesn’t want his movement restricted. He wants to run around and play play play! A diapers so bulky that it restricts his movement :( I don’t think he’d use it, not often at least, but it would help him relax a bit! Overall for him it’s just sort of there

🍀A scene that felt very regressor-coded?

I keep thinking of so many caregiver coded scenes- But if I had to say a regressor coded one… Dead Apple probably, the scene that looks questionable? Most of you know the scene I’m sure, but after he uses corruption Dazai holds Chuuya’s head down to keep him under the fog and Chuuya just absolutely passes out? Yeah that one. That’s a baby that feels so relaxed around his caregiver that he got sleepy right there

🍼What’s their favorite gear?

Action figures! Chuuya loves to play, I definitely think he’d like to act out fights! He’ll definitely use his ability on his toys too, making his little guys fly around him

🫧Signs they’re regressed?

Very pouty! And demanding! Little Chuuya can be a bit of a brat. He’ll just walk up to someone like “Play with me!” And if they don’t react he’ll add a very reluctant “..Please?” He doesn’t swear much when he’s regressed unless someone swears around him, but he uses all the little kid swears! “Dang it” “Darn it” “Fudge” “Heck” “Shoot” etc.

[tyissolavish]

Inverse to the last prompt, but could you do some headcanons about CG Dominik? In addition to regressor vibes, he also gives off older brother-coded CG vibes to me.

sure!!!

-he’s usually not the only caregiver in charge, because he’s not very responsible and often times ends up in shenanigans with you rather than disciplining you. but he will always make sure you’re safe, fed, and happy. he’s just a bit goofy and ignorant.

-he will always be down to play with you, no matter what it is! he plays along and often makes elaborate characters and stories to keep you entertained, even putting on different voices for different toys and characters. he’ll make your stuffies dance and sing and he’s committed to the bit of not breaking character, so he’s very fun to play pretend with.

-he literally sucks at cooking, but he’ll take you to your favorite restaurant to get takeout and have a picnic in the backyard, or even the park if it’s not super busy and crowded!!

-he likes to take you on “adventures” with him, which usually just consist of exploring the wooded area behind his house’s backyard. or, he’s always down to take you to the zoo and the aquarium if the weather isn’t bad. he always ends up buying you a toy from the gift shop, even after he says he won’t give in this time.

-sings to you or hums to calm you down. he remembers all of your favorite songs just for that reason.

-has a problem with accidentally letting swear words slip out in front of you, but he secretly thinks it’s hilarious if you repeat him.

-he never says no to ice cream, even when he should, because he secretly wants it too.

-he loves to make arts and crafts with you or color!

-he’s not really stern, but he always makes sure you’re in bed on time and that you’ve brushed your teeth and showered. he doesn’t scold you for back talking though, but instead tries to reason with you in toddler logic so it’s not too much to process for someone so small.

-he loves to give piggy back rides!! he loves to throw you into the air and catch you, saying silly stuff like “oh my goodness they turned my baby into a little feather!” or “is that a dandelion?” while tossing and catching you. he’s secretly very thankful he lifts and throws people for a living, so he can make days fun for you.

-he will go outside and catch frogs and bugs with you, despite his fear of them.

-he lets you play in mud puddles and sometimes he even joins in with you, but he absolutely hoses you off in the backyard before you two go back inside.

-he lets you braid his hair and play with it, especially after it got super long.

-if you don’t want to do something, he’ll do it himself first to show you it’s not so scary.

-literally spoils you to death with toys, clothes, blankets, pacis, anything he sees that he thinks you may like.

-he’s definitely started a collection of cow print items for baby you to match his ever growing collection of his own.

-he’s helped you start a collection of wwe action figures over the years and he always thinks it’s hilarious when you refuse to keep ones of rey.

-he’s always down to play minecraft with you or watch cartoons with no complaints at all.

-lets you have dessert before dinner so he can also have it.

-goes all out for every holiday and occasion, literally decorating your room and the entire house. he lets you pick all of the decorations.

-he praises you for any and everything, constantly reminding you how much he loves you. (he doesn’t want you to feel the way rey made him feel as a kid)

i think that’s all for now, but requests are always open!!

[dragon-queen21]

Caregiver Sung Jinwoo headcans

requested by @littlechami

tw: Mentioned character death, trauma

The lack of agere content for solo leveling is appalling.

~~~

~Very in tuned that regression can be seen as something weak and a foolish coping mechanism, but Jinwoo didn't come from a place where he could do anything but except and support how someone choses to cope with how cruel the world can be

~100% a trauma caregiver (and really the only reason I am even writing him as a caregiver is because this was requested of me, because Jinwoo is so baby coded it’s not even funny)

~Loot boxes being used for his kiddo. It seems as the though the system is aware of his little one and slowly his rewards change from getting stupid pens, and worthless junk, to small stuffed animals and toys

~Jinwoo co-sleeping with his little one most nights. He's the type of caregiver to bring up the idea originally. Partially due to his own nightmares and anxiety that he’s going to one day wake up to them being dead

~Not big on nicknames and really not the creative with coming up with any. His go to are just simple ones, like kid, kiddo, or bud

~He can pick up any regressor so easily and carry them for hours. Bonus for one of his daily tasks to be something to do with lifting weights and just using his kiddo to complete the task

~Still keeps up with jogging and exercise ever while caregiving

~Overly protective as a caregiver, maybe to the point of being suffocatingly so at times.

~Brings you back some fun trinkets he's either bought or found while raiding gates. His regressors have more toys, stuffed animals, and knick knacks then they know what to reasonably do with

[redwoodapothecary]

HIII it’s me again, loved loved loved the Vox headcanons!! Tyy!! I’m back with other thunks for youuuu!!! Hows about cg!Vox and a regressor with a comfort stuffy that they carry round with them everywhere!! Like even when they’re big, it gets brought to bed, to the store, just anywhere Vox takes them their stuffie goes! Thank youuu - 🪲

CG!Vox HCs!

A/N: OMG!!! This is so me coded. I do this. Thank you, anon.

Vox would find it cute. Even when you’re not little, you carry around that little stuffie. He finds it very adorable.

He makes sure you have it with you at all times, because he knows all hell will break loose if you somehow accidentally forget it.

He buys you even more stuffies, even though he knows there’s one in specific you’re especially attached to. He just really likes spoiling you and that’s actually his only reason why.

Sometimes he gets a little jealous. Like why are you cuddling that stuffed thing when you could be cuddling him??? It isn’t even real…

But either way, he’ll be more than happy to hold you while you hold your stuffie. Even if he would rather have all your attention to himself.

Did I mention that Vox is very possessive?

He loves you a lot. ☹️

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Kill Code

He/him, cis, demisexual. Red pupils with black sclera (pupils can dilate and thin depending on his mood).

9'3". Black paws (in his own body) and claws (retractable in Moon's body, partially retractable in his own). All sharp teeth, think of an angler fish-type mouth except all the teeth fit in his mouth and he can fully close it. Once he gets his own body, he ends up with a few scratches and scars, but they're mostly from hunts and rough-housing with Bloody.

Doesn't regress, acts as a primary caregiver for quite a few of the littles/regressors: Bloody, Eclipse, sometimes Solar, and (very rarely) Lunar.

His own body is based off of the one he used in the mindscape of Moon's mind in the show. When he takes control of Moon, Moon's eyes turn black with red pupils that can dilate and thin according to mood and lighting, his claws mostly stay elongated, and his teeth shift to be more sharp (no where near what they're like in his permanent body, but still).

He's able to hypnotize others, much like Moon can (though Moon doesn't use it hardly ever). Kill Code doesn't really use it much either. His spit holds both a toxin and a healing agent, just like the Blood Twins.

Currently in the story, he's still very much an avid 'people-eater', but he'll eventually come around to going more 'vegan' (eating more animal products instead).

"I have been around much longer than the two of you. I have been around as long as Moon has been alive. I am his baser code. I am the kill code. I am that which he fought to suppress."

"...I am a killer animatronic with ears and a heart buried beneath it all, no matter how deeply buried."

"I will care for you two now, if you'll let me. After all, we are one and the same."

"Sun is Moon's twin, this is true. But where Sun is his twin in light, I am his mirrored reflection. I am...for lack of a better term, the dark side of the moon."

Relationships:

Sun: Immediately hated Sun from the get-go because of what he did to Harvest. Yes, he later recognizes that Sun was acting out of fear and didn't have a lot of options, but that still doesn't mean that he forgave him. He'll eventually come around. Sun's scared of him and would rather just avoid him at all costs.

Moon: As upset as Moon was that he let himself lose control, he's more upset with himself than anything. He even believes at one point that maybe things would be better if Kill Code took control and he just...disappeared. Kill Code is trying to help Moon see his own worth, but he hasn't had any luck so far.

Harvest: They had their differences when they first met. Harvest saw him as the part of himself that he hated, the one thing that he didn't want to ever confront or put up with. But after a talk with Kill Code and a trip out to the woods, he's come around to him. No he won't call Kill Code "Dad", shut up.... Kill Code sees Harvest and Bloody as his sons. He's proud of how far Harvest has come and he's excited to see how much further he'll go. He's very patient with Harvest and won't try to push him to accept him as family. He just wants to see Harvest grow and help him learn to accept all parts of himself.

Bloody: It didn't take long for Bloody to come around to Kill Code. While Bloody seems too trusting and easy to sway, he's also a good judge of character. He defended Kill Code, even from his own twin, because he could tell that Kill Code really cared about him and Harvest. He absolutely considers Kill Code his father and will tell him as such! Kill Code is more than thrilled that Bloody accepts him as a father-figure and is excited to see what all he can teach him. He loves to entertain Bloody and is one of the few that can keep up with him when he as the 'zoomies' (Harvest is a close second). He's also very easy to sway to giving Bloody what he wants and has been known to give him extra 'meat snacks' when no one is looking.

Lunar: Lunar is terrified of Kill Code at first. He's not just the scary parts of Moon, he himself is scary! And he looks scary too! But eventually he comes around to the idea of Kill Code being around. He isn't sure if he considers Kill Code a dad, but he eventually considers him as some sort of relation. Maybe. He isn't sure. As scary as he looks, he's nice and surprisingly gentle when Lunar's small! Kill Code considers Lunar as a relation (after all, Eclipse made Lunar out of parts of Moon!). Son doesn't quite seem like the correct term, and grandchild doesn't quite fit either. Somewhere in between, perhaps. Either way, he won't push for Lunar to accept him as family. He only wants to be able to help. (Plus he's also weak to Lunar's puppy eyes and has been known to give him extra Skittles when Moon has already said no).

Solar: Wasn't quite sure how to feel about Kill Code at first. On the one hand, he was supposedly all the worst parts of Moon (who he already had a complicated relationship with). On the other, he could see how gentle and caring he was with the twins. And then the fact that he helped Solar realize that he didn't have to follow a set mold that anyone made. He could be his own person. He could write his own story.... Maybe Kill Code isn't so bad. Kill Code would adopt Solar in a heartbeat, if it weren't for the other's qualms and hesitancy towards him. Not just that, but the others seem to regard Solar as something similar to a cousin. Hm. Kill Code certainly still considers him family. He's so similar to his other child...

Eclipse: Kill Code brought Eclipse back in secret with the hopes that not only could he be redeemed, but also that he could potentially help with him and Moon's predicament. Not only that, Eclipse had never been given a true chance to change and improve. Eclipse deserved that much. He's shocked when Eclipse shows signs of age regression and seems to desperately cling to him, but he's glad to help and care for the other. He never really got a chance to be loved either, did he? Well, maybe by one other person... No, Eclipse doesn't like Kill Code. He hates him. He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Kill Code to ask him to do something for some sort of evil plan, only to abandon him after the fact. And why does Kill Code calling him 'son' make him feel strange? He doesn't like it. Ok, maybe he kind of likes it. Maybe. But not fully...

BONUS!

Poppy: In another world, in another realm, Poppy and Kill Code are sweethearts. If Kill Code is soft-hearted in the main universe, he's an absolute bowl of mush in the alternate reality. He loves his genderfluid partner and would do absolutely anything for them. The two regularly sit together and knit/crochet, sometimes cooking and baking for the household. The family has come to the consensus that Poppy and Kill Code are the eldest members of them all, and are treated like the grandparents (even though Eclipse, Harvest, and Bloody all still call him father/dad). Nicknames that Poppy and Kill Code swap are "honey, sweetheart, dear, dearheart, hon, love, lovely, etc"). They go for walks together and bird watch and forage, and Kill Code has been known to carry Poppy when their leg is giving them trouble. They're just very soft together and I love them very much :')

[pillbug-agere]

this one is for you green momo pfp user who's url I forgot ♥️

JJK agere headcanons!

☆ they're all so silly... baby coded... and OH SO fucked up... Poor guys.

☆ to start off with an odd one I think Ichiji would be a really good CG? He's stern don't get me wrong but like,,, he'd care.

☆ at the very least he'd be cool with it, and drive ppl places if they wanted :}

☆yuuji! Our main character <3 and oh so traumatized...

☆he's for sure a regressor and he needs it so bad. probably older ages, 5-7?

☆very cheerful kiddo mostly, but when he has a bad drop he has a BAD drop. Tears for hrs and even after he'd be shakey...

☆ when he's feeling better he likes playing w/blocks and toy cars, usually together. He builds rase courses for the cars <3

☆ would play nice with others & is always up to sharing his race courses if someone wants to race their horse, dino, etc. or if they want to play an entirely different game!

☆actually has like- zero gear at all. Two cars (one orange and one blue :}), comfy sweatpants and a hoodie, and a set of blocks is all he has (someone will probably rectify that soon, lol)

☆ there isn't a little at jujutsu tech that doesn't like colouring, so there's a small box full of art supplies and colouring books in a closet somewhere.

☆the regressors have a sort of code of honor between themselves: 1. never tattle on someone if they're trying to regress without a cg, 2. letting someone know you regress is a job for you and you alone, nobody else gets to spill the beans and 3. if you find little gear, return it DISCREETLY and don't make a big deal out of it.

☆not the healthiest, but regressing means showing weakness/vulnerability, and most sorcerers are explicitly conditioned against that.

☆it's sort of an open secret at this point, but nobody bothers anyone hasn't outright said 'hey, I regress and I'd appreciate some company' about it.

☆hmnn.... personally im not a fan of sukuna as a cg headcanons, but just consider... four arms... he can carry u on his hip while having a set of arms free for doing whatever else...

☆mahito is a silly billy& I think he'd be (well, ok. ik he's a terrible person in canon but jsut...) a p. good caregiver... a bit confused but he's got the spirit yk?

☆ nobara and megumi are yuuji's (reluctant at first) caregivers every so often.

☆nobara paints yuuji's nails whatever color he wants and she (mostly) doesn't complain when her nails are a little more messier.

☆megumi's very insistent that his divine dogs are not pets, but ends up bringing them out anyway. doggy cuddles >>>>

☆the 2nd years... dude I love those guys so much...

☆inumaki... regressor and a cg interchangeably. he'z my favorite character so ofc I have to let him be both

☆regresses to a WIDE range. never babyspace but like... 3-10 I'd say. toge backstory go crazy when gege drops it trust 🙏 (I am delusional) he had such a bad childhood forever and ever

☆just as verbal when regressed as when he's big. tuna tuna... etc...

☆i like to think he can say names too, so- he'd say them a lot. sometimes gets frustrated when he's trying to get his point across and someone's not getting it.

☆bigass oral fixation. chewing on his hands, his cheek, his collar... it's the first sign he's slipping for sure

☆a lot better w/younger littles since he feels less like he has to talk (nobody's gonna b upset if you don't man...)

☆he learned JSL at one point but doesn't like to use it for various reasons, but can still understand it if some1 uses it when nonspeaking (i hear nonverbal isn't the right word anymore?)

☆maki... caregiver/not that invested tbh. tried age dreaming a few times but didn't like it. likes giving tours (is that the word?) of things, talking abt some item or space like you've never seen it before.

☆panda... I'm not 100% that he'd have the capacity for regression, and even then I'm not sure he would even need it. would be a Great caregiver though. pretty lenient, chill... candy before supper etc.

☆yuuta... the poor guy. I think he's a regressor only, but doesn't actually do it that much. Maybe he slips just a little and doesn't even notice. regresses when tired (or more accurately, regresses when he has a break from things to be doing. the exhaustion hits him all at once like a wave).

☆maybe him and inumaki can regress together :}

☆I like Nitta :> I think she'd be an ok caregiver but I don't have much to say about her

This was a lot more than expected... maybe I'll make a part two?

[antlerpawz]

hallo friend ! i am back ♪.⁽⁽ ◝꒰´꒳`∗꒱◟ ₎₎₊· i was wondering if you had any emma mountebank agere thoughts or perhaps bev marsh ? i hope you have been well gleep glarp that is all

EEK OMG HIII!!!! jumping up n down rn!!! How are you! I hope you’ve been well!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Oh my gosh though,,, Emma Mountebank my beloved,, she’s very very flip coded to me and she is a princess regressor,, but but I think she’s very very caregiver coded as well but like to Abi (beepbeep!!! Her actual cg!) and sometimes Jacob,,

She’s such a spoiled little in that Abi literally lets her do soooooo much, like if she wants to color or play a super extravagant game she gets to and she always gets the color she wants and like all that stuff,, Emma knows Abi she knows allll the tricks to stay out of nap time n stuff!!

When she’s in cg mode she is all business man,,, it’s scary (/j) no no but she’s just a very stern mama (i also!! Hc that she uses any title so papa or baba works too!!!) like like absolutely the best but has that kind of look at times when you KNOWWW you shouldn’t do that or throw that so you just slowly set down whatever’s in your hand and she’s like ,,, “good job, baby :)”

BUT ALSO BEVERLY MARSHHHH SHES SOO GRAHHG!!! I think she’s a babysitter to a certain extent but but LOVES watching over like any little in the losers club (cough cough Richie cough cough bill)

BUT ALSO!! When she grows up and they have like their meet up again she does slip and regress and it’s like,, how any experience would go but she’s suddenly little and then she gets comfortable and it just snowballs from there,, She’s the most comfortable around Ben when she regresses n he ends up being her caregiver on the rare occasions she does in fact regress!!!!! (Similar to Emma in a sense)

That’s all I really got cuz my brain is kinda all over the place but !!!!! My thoughts!! Scattered all for you!!!

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Bi-Han w/ CG Liu Kang (Fic)

WARNING: Mention of body horror!!!! Not much but some!!

A Lin Kuei did his missions with seriousness and honor.

Do the job, do it good, do it right, do it fast.

And the Grandmaster was no exception to this code.

"Thank you for accompanying me," Liu Kang tried to smile as they walked. "I know you have greater things to do."

"We're clearing out Shang Tsung's laboratory. We've relocated the . . . people who were already inside," Liu Kang re-explained. Bi-Han struggled not to roll his eyes. "It's more collecting his paperwork and notes. They're important, and we need to get to them before he thinks about coming back."

". . . Is that all?" Bi-Han held back a sigh. He could be doing important Grandmaster work. Instead he

And on the verge of slipping too, Liu Kang truly did hate him.

Well, he didn't hate him, Bi-Han knew this. He also knew that Liu Kang could have requested anyone for the job. But he had specifically requested for him. Why? It wasn't that he didn't like Liu Kang . . . Kinda. He made the Lin Kuei soft, weak.

But Liu Kang was also a childhood friend. Bi-Han saw him around the temple much growing up, speaking with important matters with his Father and Mother. Saw him help train Kuai Liang with his promancy.

He wouldn't say he hated Liu Kang. If anything, his company was enjoyable. If he needed Liu Kang to shut up so that he could think, the God would. If he needed deeper or clearer explanations, Liu Kang didn't look at him like he was stupid or unfitting of Grandmaster. The elders did, but Liu Kang set them in their place more times than Bi-Han could count.

He gave him friendship with an open hand.

And gods did Bi-Han hate it sometimes.

But in other words, Liu Kang wanted someone who didn't respect him as a God. Who didn't worship the ground he walked on.

And didn't talk his ears off the entire walk to an unexciting, potentially dangerous trip.

Bi-Han knew that when Liu Kang said people, he was being generous in his description. Not all were lucky as Syzoth. Not even Syzoth was as lucky as he tried to lead on.

But if they were just collecting his book? Books? They should be done with this quickly. And then he could go home, hide in his room, and probably take a nap.

The elders had been so mean all week, he was tired of their crap. He was tired of his workload. He didn't even want to be here.

Liu Kang sort of made up for it though.

"Yes, that is all," Liu Kang nodded, opening the door to Shang Tsung's laboratory. "It's practically already cleared, we're just double-checking."

The job was simple, easy.

. . . Too easy.

"You just didn't wish to go alone," Bi-Han said.

Liu Kang didn't reply as he walked into the old laboratory.

Bi-Han grumbled something before following.

The laboratory was practically wiped clean on the top floor. Bi-Han was lucky that he wasn't checking the prisons, he was sure just the sight would cause him to slip then and there.

The only things that really remained were some desk bolted down. But Liu Kang and Bi-Han began to search everywhere they could.

It wasn't until he did a double take at the floor that he saw a book.

Hidden. Or, more likely, fallen in between the cracks between the table and the wall. It was a tight squeeze, but Bi-Han was able to get it out.

"Lord Liu Kang! I have found-"

Bi-Han opened the book, and the front page itself was just horrifying.

Body mutilation, extreme body mutilation. Stuff only Havik could do.

Bi-Han gagged at the sight, slamming the book shut as he stumbled back.

In his stumble, he fell flat on the floor.

Bi-Han shakely pointed to the book. Normally he wasn't this affected by those types of pictures. He had grown up with that kind of stuff. He should be fine, why wasn't he fine?

Why did he have to feel so scared? Why was his body all shakey? Why wasn't he able to just brush it off.

Liu Kang rushed to his side, checking Bi-Han for any injuries. He was thankful that Bi-Han had just stumbled. Even he didn't want to look through the book later.

"THank goodness your okay," Liu Kang stood up, holding his hand out. "The notebooks are . . . something else entirely. They're- Bi-Han? Are you alright?"

Liu Kang knelt back to Bi-Han's height, watching as Bi-Han took shallow breaths, trying to control his breathing. Trying not to cry.

In all the years he knew Bi-Han, he could only count on one hand, maybe two, of the times he's seen the boy cry.

Bi-Han was shaking too, it was something Liu Kang had barely ever seen.

He gently grabbed BI-Han's hands, wanting to help ground him. His movements were slow, and gave Bi-Han enough time to pull away or yell at him.

But instead, Bi-Han grabbed his hands, tackling himself into Liu Kang's arms.

While it surprised the God, he squeezed Bi-Han in a firm hug.

And Bi-Han allowed himself to try and slip just a bit.

But instead, he just dropped.

And with his drop, he began to heavily sob.

"It was-!"

"I know," Liu Kang shushed him, rocking him gently.

"And it-!"

"I know," Liu Kang cut him off. "Don't think of such things, they've all gone bye bye. Someone so small should have never had those types of pictures. You're okay, you're all alright."

Liu Kang continued to rock Bi-Han, holding him firmly as he continued to whisper to him. Bi-Han hadn't felt this fuzzy in so long. He hadn't regressed in weeks, continuing to push it off to do this or do that. And everyone was trying to boss him around or try to 'help' him with his work. He was done. 

He was small, vulnerable, and scared. 

He was scared. 

He hadn't felt this amount of fear in so long. What was he scared of? The pictures? or the fact he was sobbing in Liu Kang's arms? Or the fact that Liu Kang knew he regressed? How did he even know? Did Tomas or Kuai Liang tell him? Sareena wouldn't betray him like this.

"Let's get you back home, alright?" Liu Kang whispered, standing up, carrying Bi-Han in a princess-style hold. Bi-Han didn't protest much, hiding in Liu Kang's shoulder.

Liu Kang made a portal, sliding the book inside before walking in himself. He slide the book under Bi-Han's bed, keeping that in memory so he'll be able to receive it later. Right now, Bi-Han was his main concern.

He always had a sneaking suspicion that Bi-Han regressed. He knew Kuai Liang and Tomas regressed. He knew Bi-Han took care of them. But sometimes when Tomas was small, he'd call Bi-Han 'Bi-Bi', and Bi-Han would become tense and try to quickly excuse himself. One time he tried to see Bi-Han one night, only to find Sareena making a bowl of goldish and mac and cheese. Neither of them spoke of that night.

Had he known Bi-Han was so close to dropping, he would have never had asked him to accompany him.

Liu Kang tried to sit Bi-Han on his bed, but Bi-Han continued to cry, holding onto him tightly. So instead, he held Bi-Han, shifting him to his hip so he could pace around, bouncing the boy.

It took a while, a very long while, until Bi-Han calmed down enough to soft cries and sniffles. At some point he had thrown his mask off. Putting a hand over his mouth and nose to try to silence his crying. Normally he didn't cry loudly, but he couldn't help it right now.

"Stop, you won't be able to breathe like that," Liu Kang worried, gently prying Bi-Han's hand off his mouth. Bi-Han began to suck on his thumb instead. "Do you have a paci?"

A paci? That was funny. He was grandmaster, he couldn't have a pacifier. What if someone found it? How was he going to explain it?

But goodness did he want one. He wanted one so badly. Before he completely gave up on the idea, he use to dream of a custom one. Probably baby blue and white, he liked blue. Maybe a bear on it, that would be cute.

Bi-Han shook his head and Liu Kang nodded. He couldn't lecture Bi-Han for sucking his thumb when it was all he really had for comfort.

"'Oor," Bi-Han mumbled, giving a small point to his door. He didn't like the fact it wasn't locked. SOmeone could easily walk inside. He couldn't have that, he just couldn't.

"Do you want the door locked?" Liu Kang asked, receiving a weak nod. "Alright, I'll shut the door."

Liu Kang realized how small Bi-Han had slipped, he couldn't be more than a few years old. Liu Kang was lucky that he had experiences watching littles this young, both for negative and positive reasons. 

Like times were Raiden had slipped extremely young after a long day of training, happy to be in his Dada's arms. 

Or where Syzoth would run and cling to him for sanctuary, sobbing and babbling for Dada to protect him.

Bi-Han suddenly gave a soft whine, making grabby hands for the bed.

Liu Kang sat on it, letting Bi-Han sit on his lap. Resting his head on the God's shoulder and sucking his thumb. He seemed better, not as freaked out.

If anything, he seemed sleepy. Very sleepy.

"Is it ni ni time?" Liu Kang asked softly. Bi-Han hiccuped and shook his head. "No? My my, that's a problem then. What do you want to do, Snowflake? You wanna just sit here and cuddle?"

Bi-Han made grabby hands for his bookshelf. Liu Kang carried him over and Bi-Han struggled to get an incredibly thick book out. Liu Kang helped him grab it, but Bi-Han had almost a death grip on the book.

Bi-Han liked this book. It was a safe book, not a scary book like Liu Kang's book was.

It was also one of the only comfort regression objects he had.

An easy excuse too, it was a gift from his mother long, long ago.

"A book full of nursery rhymes?" Liu Kang smiled, sitting back on the bed, letting Bi-Han practically lay on top of him so he was comfy. "Do you have a favorite one? Or a request?"

Bi-Han whined at Liu Kang's questions, running his finger over the content page. He was tired of Liu Kang being silly. He just wanted his stories.

Liu Kang nodded and pulled Bi-Han close to him. He expected at any time to be pushed away. But instead, Bi-Han accepted his warmth.

Bi-Han fell asleep somewhat halfway through the third rhyme. Poor thing was struggling so badly to keep his eyes open.

He gently put the book on Bi-Han's nightstand, but made to attempts to get up.

He had a hunch that when Bi-Han woke up, the poor baby was most likely going to still be small.

And the hissy fit or freak out afterwards was something he needed to be there to help with.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[dreadark]

Fresh Snow

some drabbles of kim dokja's company during a snow day, before the story of orv starts

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One could say Kim Dokja was lucky for reaching his apartment before the snowstorm truly picked up. Another could say he was unlucky for the storm happening exactly on the night he meant to go grocery shopping. And the first would argue with the second, saying if he’d just checked the weather forecast a day earlier he wouldn’t even be in this situation, so that couldn’t be called bad luck, only a lack of forethought…

…Damn it, he really was hungry.

It was lucky he had time to eat lunch during work today, and unlucky he had literally nothing left in his fridge or pantry now for dinner. Clear proof that trying to cut himself off from instant noodles was a mistake.

The cold was worse than the hunger, though. Kim Dokja knew this building had terrible insulation, but now he was feeling the lack of it seep into his bones. Wasn’t it some building code violation to let the temperatures indoors drop this low? Of course, having the time or money to do anything about that was out of the question, but he could daydream taking his bastard landlord to court anyway.

For now, he just had to bear it. If the Iron-Blooded Supreme King Yoo Joonghyuk could withstand being plunged into the coldest depths of Poseidon’s ocean, then Completely Average Salaryman Kim Dokja could definitely triumph over a particularly cold Seoul night…!

Before he could cringe himself to death over that thought, a notification popped up on his phone. A new chapter of Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World? tls123 had announced another hiatus earlier this week, which from previous experience would last a couple days longer, so he hadn’t expected an update today. Maybe, they’d come back early just to save him—?

>> lol there ws rly smn like this… s5gir antis r so sad

Unfortunately, it was only a reply to a comment he’d made years ago. Specifically, one on a chapter of SSSSS-Grade Infinite Regressor pointing out how obviously “Yoo Joonhyun” was ripping off his Joonghyuk-ie…

The person who replied had probably assumed his account was old enough to have been abandoned, especially with how much backlash his comments had gotten then. So they’d surely be in for a shock if the original commenter shot back with definitive proof of this so-called author’s plagiarism.

…Kim Dokja was twenty-seven now. Having graduated university despite all odds he now “contributed to society” by going through the motions of a meaningless QA job, so he would definitely be considered an adult. Definitely too old to participate in flame wars online. Definitely too mature to start typing up a cool reply (carefully composed, he couldn’t seem like he was letting emotion get to his head) on how much evidence he’d collected to support his point (all saved to a draft on his personal email account, so he could access it wherever) and how they should at least apologize to tls123-nim in place of this pretentious “writer” who still refused to…

And really, ‘s5gir’? With an abbreviation that clunky, no wonder they had to copy someone. Couldn’t even come up with a decent title.

Only after posting the reply did Kim Dokja realize he’d completely forgotten about the cold while typing.

read the rest on ao3 here

[everybodyshusband]

swiss is the type of regressor to say “i am literally just a little guy” when people speak adult things to him

but he is !! he's just a little guy who's never done a single thing wrong in his itty bitty life !!!!

(regressed swiss has committed almost as many crimes as non-regressed swiss, usually in the name of cookie thievery)

genuinely though, i think it has the potential to become something like a code ? swiss has difficulties expressing his needs at the best of times, and this carries over into his regression. so rather than admitting that he's tired or hungry or wants some cuddles, or even if he wants to go to a nice quiet space and sit with someone away from all the noise surrounding him, he'll answer people's questions with "'m just a little guy..." which they can then take as a cue that swiss needs something.

so say, for example, that aether is asking swiss if he wants to go on a walk to visit mountain in the greenhouses, but swiss doesn't want to go, he'll will reply with "nuh uh. 'm just a little guy, aef."

depending on the way swiss says it and his general body language, aether is usually able to figure out what swiss needs in that moment.

[asher-agere]

Hi hi here to talk about tbhk- give me all of your headcanons >:3 I’ll share some of mine

Kou and Nene regressing together the most often. Hanako watches over them but often times is less of a caregiver and more of a glorified older brother (sometimes baby brother) and Tsuchigomori has to step in before something goes terribly.

Nene’s favorite game would be to play princess with Kou and Hanako as either the prince or dragons

Also just Tauchigomori in general is so dad coded. Those three are his kids you can’t convince me otherwise. I don’t know how far into the series you are but when Kou goes to him for help, literally just a kiddo and his dad. And of course Hanako just being a mood and chilling in his office.

The mokke will only ever share their candy when a little one is upset to try and cheer them up.

Akane is a caregiver 100% He’s just kinda silly and I love him a lot.

Mkay this was a lot I love this show so much hehe :3

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY HAPPIEST MOMENT EVER

Hanako likes to claim he’s a caregiver but in reality he’s not nearly responsible enough to be one, and the slightest mess up can lead him to spiral. But he does like to babysit! I think Nene regresses the most frequently, Kou definitely regresses more frequently than Hanako, but that’s just because Hanako pushes off his regression saying he doesn’t need it. Tsuchigomori is the most dad ever. I’m not a fan of placing parental like roles on caregivers since it’s such a unique relationship, but Hanako absolutely calls him dad

Nene loves being a princess! Kou will be the knight saving her from the evil apparitions! Hanako gets jealous if he’s on the bad side though, so usually they recruit other apparitions to be evil! Tsuchigomori can get too actually scary sometimes, so they usually recruit the mokke! (Nene can be a crybaby, silly girl)

I can imagine certain little ones trying to follow the mokke to their hordes (Tsukasa, Nene, Mitsuba but only sometimes) meanwhile the mokke just lead the kiddos in circles

Akane would be the best caregiver! Aoi and Nene play date with caregivers Akane and Hanako… Strong jealousy coming from both caregivers meanwhile there’s just giggly girls playing

I need more Sakura agere content????? Please please please someone see my vision of caregiver Sakura and little Mitsuba + Tsukasa kinda helping but mainly being a menace (Natsuhiko is just there)

Baby Mitsuba knows a LOT of big kid words. He doesn’t fully understand what he’s saying, but like he mostly does. Anytime he gets flustered from too much attention he starts screaming that his caregivers a pervert, if he’s embarrassed his caregivers taking pictures of him he screams how he doesn’t want to be in their porn. It’s kinda concerning he knows these words? But it’s also just like. Mitsuba. Buddy. That’s not even close to what’s going on

Tsukasa has tried feeding little Mitsuba, it does not go well, Sakura please save the little boy Tsukasa traumatized him

I NEED MORE YAKO CONTENT? Please please I get that Tsuchigomori is so dad but please let Yako be a mother hen. Tsuchigomori and Yako taking care of a regressed Hanako… Or regressor Yako! I don’t think she has a set caregiver but she is pretty attached to Nene