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[bunnelbaby]

✨🧸 Padded Caregiver, Flip, Age Dreamer, Pet Regressor and Pet Dreamer flags for those who wear nappies for medical reasons, find comfort in them or otherwise (please reblog if you save)! 🧸✨

[aquazero]

‎○˳ ‎ ‎ R e g r e s s i o n f l a g d i v i d e r s﹒﹒꒱

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[littletism]

regression flag stamps pt. 1 🌈

stamps made by me, flags all belong to their respective creators! these are completely free to use :3 i will be making more at some point!

[zack-agere]

Agere flag stars and hearts !

Age regressor , other agere flag , caregiver ,

pet regressor , pet dreamer , age dreamer

babysitter , flip , padded regressor !

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Age regressor, other age regressor, caregiver, pet regressor, pet dreamer, age dreamer, babysitter, flip, padded regressor!

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[theomenscouncil666]

Also attention age regressors/dreamers pet regressors/dreamers and caregivers/handlers!

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[strawberrystepmom]

prev chap | YOU ARE A FEVER | gojo x f!reader | series masterlist | next chap

cw: reader has defined characteristics (complexion that visibly reddens), two sisters, mentions of farming and livestock. word count 3k.

SIX YEARS AGO IN THE VILLAGE OF UCRA

Your days begin before the sun begins her own.

Distant roosters crow letting you know that morning has arrived and you shift in your bed uncomfortably, linen sheets scratching against your bare legs. Reasoning with yourself for five more minutes would be useless knowing it would throw your entire day off schedule. For a fleeting selfish moment, you contemplate the harm in allowing those measly minutes to clear your own head. The more reasonable part of you wins out this time, five minutes here and there add up quickly if you tally them at the end of the day, and your feet dangle over the edge of the bed. Your grandmother’s voice is audible through the door separating your bedroom from the kitchen, the soft clatter of dishes accompanying the sound of her singing quietly to an audience of no one.  

Padding softly across the floor, you swing the door open and greet her with a sleepy half-smile. Your sisters are still asleep and your grandfather is out of the village to trade leaving you responsible for the animals until he returns. The chickens will be fed twice today and their eggs will be collected and delivered to your neighbors. The goats will be pet gently while they’re milked, something you hope you can convince one of the girls to help with. The cows will be allowed to mosey in the pasture all day, chomping on grass while clouds roll by over their heads. 

You, on the other hand, will be handling a transaction between your grandfather and someone from the bustling city of Amavel. Sheer mention of the city makes your stomach flutter excitedly, imagining what it must be like to be in a place so large you can remain anonymous. In Ucra, everyone knows you and has since the day you were born. The community is small and deeply protective of itself, something you have always found difficult to understand given how big this world is. 

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Your grandmother greets you as she does every morning, a soft smile on her face that shows the ever deepening lines around her mouth. Age leaves no one untouched, a thought you often refuse to indulge in because it makes you sad to think about ever losing her. You grab her hand gently and she perks up when you squeeze it. 

“Take a rest today.” Your word isn’t absolute given you are not the woman of the house but she is fair enough to consider your opinion when you give it. “Have one of the girls tend to stuff around the house.”

She sighs and squeezes your hand back, dropping it to reach around your back and grab a few eggs out of the bowl on the counter. 

“I’ll see what I can do.” 

It’s the best answer she can give. The responsibilities double when it’s just you girls left at home. She cracks eggs into a skillet and the soft sizzle fills the kitchen while you take a seat at the table your family has been sharing for three generations. This house, this table, this life - it has all belonged to people who existed long before you did. You’ve never felt like you fit into it quite well enough, something beneath your skin itching to break free from the fate of the women before you. 

This line of thinking always draws you back to imagining Amavel. A place where you can truly be anyone or no one or even someone if that’s what you desire. It’s hard to imagine a single cow or a milking bucket in a place like that, paved and illuminated streets leading its citizens from place to place if the stories you have heard are true. Bustling libraries and places to get food and drink you have never even dreamed of having in your life.

You sigh as your grandmother did moments ago, settling back into the chair you sit on for a moment. It does no good to dream, being labeled as a dreamer is being seen as trouble and you have worked your whole life to be seen as anything but. You are reliable, where you’re supposed to be when you say you’ll be there.

With any luck, your good reputation will help you today.

“Do you know what time I should be meeting our visitor? Papa didn’t say anything before he left.”

Grandma smiles and flips your egg by lifting the pan and tossing it gently in the air. When you were a child you swore this was a magic trick and told her so, eyes sparkling with joy. You were quickly and sternly told to never mention something like that again after you said it. The request has been honored but you still think the same thing every time you watch it.

There have always been rumors that magic exists in all of Ormur’s countrymen although in Ucra, this is strongly frowned upon. The people of this village lean on the primitive side compared to the rest of the increasingly modern country and superstition runs rampant in every home. Doorways and windows are blessed to keep evil out, black cats are shooed away with brooms and terrified glances.

“I believe he said this evening although I think you should stick as close to home as you can today in case he arrives sooner.” She advises and you nod. “People from the city tend to run on a different schedule than the rest of us.”

From the few past experiences you’ve had handling transactions with people from the city, you know she’s right. Time moves differently when you have endless amounts of it. “I better get started then.” You move to stand up but she stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, sliding your breakfast in front of you. The same breakfast you’ve enjoyed since you were a child, two eggs with their yellow eyes staring up at you. “Eat first. I’ll see if I can get your sisters up to milk today.” A gentle reassurance that she’s trying to lessen your load, just as you do hers. You smile up at her and she leans down to kiss your forehead while you split the two eggs into separate pieces and silently give thanks for the meal. The sun has risen, her light filling the kitchen, and you’ve well and truly managed to mess up your schedule for the day by taking those few minutes to enjoy your breakfast. 

-:¦:- -:¦:--:¦:- -:¦:-

As expected, nothing has gone according to plan today and it feels as though there is some force out of your control causing all of the chaos around you.

The chickens got out of their coop overnight, giving you no choice but to walk into the forests that surround the village to gather them all. You gently reprimanded each of them and placed them back in their homes with a disappointed sigh, plucking eggs from the nests to put in the pockets of your apron. Counting over each of the rows, you notice one is missing and shut the coop tightly, latching it closed before leaving.

How could you forget one? You could’ve sworn they’d all made their way back when you clucked at them and scattered feed on the ground at your feet to beckon them to you and you stomp back into the woods, frustration evident in the way you mutter to yourself quietly. 

“Of course this has to happen today of all days,” you spit through gritted teeth, the blooming hydrangeas of the forest brushing your arms as you walk through the thick bushes to a clearing where you stand and take a deep breath.

“FLORENCE!”

You scream the name one of your sisters gave the chicken so loudly it practically rips itself out of your throat, your body bending with the force of it. Fists balled at your sides, you stomp in place and furious tears roll down your cheeks. 

Your mind races with anxious, spiraling questions. Why is this happening? Is it because you wasted too much time with grandma this morning? Is it because your mind dwelled a little too long on this concept of magic that seems so foreign but so pervasive everywhere you look?

Bottom lip quivering, you unball one of your fists to wipe your fingers down your face. A few angry tears drip down your chin before you can catch them and you blow out a defeated puff of air. Going any deeper into the woods could spell disaster if you can’t find your way back home by the time you need to be there so you contemplate what to do next. 

Then you hear them - footsteps. The crunch of fallen leaves and dirt causes you to spin around and you come face to face with a man you’ve never seen before. A whole lot of man at that. 

He’s taller than any man you’ve ever seen, broad shouldered and easy smile wearing. Blue eyes lock their gaze on you and you note that if they’re the sky, the floppy white strands atop his head are the clouds and they’re both unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. Your breath catches in your throat and he smiles, raising his arms that are wrapped around your lost chicken.

“I’m guessing this,” he nods downward at the surprisingly calm bundle in his arms, “is Florence?”

Wordlessly, you nod and reach out for your lost chicken. He holds her a moment longer, thumb stroking the fingers around her neck, and you wonder if this isn’t an ambush given you are in the forest on your own. Long before your adulthood, there were a few packs of bandits that attacked villagers and forced the entire group to be assigned escorts.

Your posture stiffens and he notices, handing her over with an affable smile and a laugh.

“Believe it or not, she found me.”

You attempt to discreetly assess your chicken for any harm that may have come to her on her adventure but find yourself thwarted by how interested this man is in speaking to you, his glance still fixed on your face. Florence clucks and shifts in your arms but your touch immediately soothes her as you pet the feathers on the top of her head and her beak.

Deciding to play it cool, you clear your throat and raise your eyebrows, finally meeting his gaze fully. Your stomach flutters as it did this morning, the excitement of something you’ve never seen before nearly overcoming any farm girl stoicism you may have perfected in your life. 

“Where at?” You ask coolly, or at least you believe you do until he cracks a smile. He can tell you’re trying to appear tough and aloof to protect yourself from any potential threat so he slackens his posture to make himself at least a little smaller. 

“In the bushes not far from here.” He points in the opposite direction of where you stand and you nod, still clutching the chicken. “I was on my way to the village to pick up an order and honestly assumed that’s probably where she came from.”

This is the man coming to pick up a freshly processed cow, sold to him by your Papa? Your eyes widen and you smile, tension melting from your body. 

“You’re supposed to be meeting me, actually.” You laugh. The coincidence is funnier than you expected and you tilt your head to the side curiously. “Are you the cafe owner? Nanami, I believe?”

“No, no. I’m the cafe owner’s friend,” he raises his eyebrows and waggles them in a way that makes you giggle. “I don’t know if he’d call me his friend, maybe just his brave and extraordinarily handsome delivery man, but he’s my friend.”

The chicken meltdown seems like a distant memory as a giggle bubbles out of you, amazed by this man’s easy going nature. The people in your village are so serious it’s hard to believe a person like this actually exists. Every bit of him seems different, thrumming with a bright white light of joy and vitality. His steps are as light as air, his grin shines in the dappled afternoon light.

“What’s your name?”

The man smiles down at you and opens his arms.

“Satoru Gojo, the one and only. And you?”

Quickly you introduce yourself though your confusion about his introduction is apparent. You tilt your head to the side curiously. Florence once again rustles in your arms and you touch her, gently assuring her everything is fine despite whatever she is worked up about. The chaotic energy that has blanketed your day clearly hasn’t disappeared fully but you are best suited to keep her calm.

“You’ll have to forgive me for asking but are you famous or something?”

Now it’s his Satoru’s to laugh. It sounds like the music that is played during the seasonal festivals in the village to you; you hear the songs so rarely that they have become something you cherish. 

This laugh could become the same if you think too long about it. 

“I mean if you mention my name at any bar in Amavel you’ll probably get a collective sigh from the patrons,” he jokes. “I’m pretty talkative and drunk people hate that.”

You wouldn’t know. You’ve never stepped foot in a bar despite being old enough to drink, the village tends to steer clear of alcohol unless it’s festival season so even wine is hard to come by. Excitement rises in you again, warmth lightening your limbs. 

“Can I ask you a few questions about the city while we walk back to the village?”

Gojo grins, a bit taken aback by your friendliness though he plays it off well. He has only traveled to Ucra a few times in his life, most of them recent, and he has never met someone quite as excited to see a stranger. Your eyes gleam and he wonders for a moment how anyone in your life has denied you a thing.

“Of course but you have to answer my questions too, okay?”

Nodding excitedly, you giggle.

“You can go first if you’d like.”

He pretends to ponder for a moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully while you begin walking back toward your home, where the large wheelbarrow of meat purchased waits for him to take back to the city. You don’t want to take up too much of his time knowing that what he purchased is time sensitive but the day is already so off track - what does it matter if you take a few minutes to do this? You took a few minutes to nourish yourself with breakfast, this is simply a different kind of sustenance and one you get to enjoy so rarely.

“Why is your chicken named Florence?”

You squeeze her gently in your arms.

“My sister named her. I have two of them and they named all of the chickens. This is Florence, we have Mary, Hattie, and Lucy and a bunch more at home. I could introduce you if you want?”

Even your frustration about having to wrangle and return each of these chickens has long evaporated and Satoru nods at you, holding his hand out in the direction of your village.

“After you.”

-:¦:- -:¦:--:¦:- -:¦:-

Once he’s certain that he is far enough out of the village that his magic will not be detected, Satoru mumbles a spell that encapsulates the bundle of packages in the wagon in golden light and they whoosh away in an instant, magicked off to their rightful owner Kento Nanami hours away from the secluded village he remains outside of. There’s a basket of preserved fruit and eggs dangling from one of his arms, courtesy of you, and he decides to keep them with him instead of sending them back. He doesn’t have to share a gift, after all.

Taking his time getting home, he walks in the opposite direction of the dirt path you walked him down just hours ago. There is so much to contemplate from this one little trip but there are two things he knows for certain. 

One, you have magical ability. Your touch alone was enough to calm animal and human alike, the slight golden aura shimmering off of your hands alerting him that it is not simply your good personality providing comfort although he did believe it to be nothing but at first. He won’t deny your good nature or your kind heart but there is more, something you clearly are interested in judging by how many questions you asked him about Amavel.

Two, he likes you. Not in the way he sort of likes everyone, it’s in his nature to be personable, but in the “why is my heart beating a little too fast right now” way. The “why do I have to leave you when I want to stay here and listen to you talk about how you named your chickens all night” way. The way that will make him certain he has to come back no matter what. Clever man that he is, it doesn’t take long to concoct a plan to figure out how to do just that.

Gojo mutters an incantation and with a wave of his free hand a book materializes out of thin air. It’s heavy and leather bound with gold raised lettering on the cover. It plops onto the ground with a thud when he releases his magic and he bends down to situate it between the hydrangea bushes far enough away from the village that he knows only you will venture out here. 

There’s a binding spell on the book, something to always tether him to you while he is back in the city. The book won’t spy on you per se but he will know every time you pick it up to read it, a gentle tug on his magic telling him that the sweet village girl is interested in more. 

If you wanted it, he’d give you everything including the world but he must take it a step at a time. This is simply step one - a magical interest check if you will. 

Satisfied with his plan, Satoru rises to standing and plucks a satchel of dried peaches from the basket you sent him home with. Popping one into his mouth with a pleased hum, he grins as he chews and continues walking away from the place he hopes to return to very soon.

[bunnelbaby]

Since I’m lacking the creative juices at the moment, I’d love to see someone make combo flags of the padded agere and various ages flags! Please tag me so I can share them!

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

If I may for the full HCs : with a MC who knows how to make their own perfume and make-up (maybe other cosmetics too). The M6's reaction when MC presents them their whole new line of cosmetics, inspired by them 💄🧴 please! 😄

The Arcana HCs: When MC makes cosmetics for the M6

~ @saemi-the-dreamer this is such a cute idea, oh my goodness I love it! Hope you like these! - brainrot ~

Julian

It's not necessarily his field of interest, but he's fascinated by the chemistry behind the stuff you make and its various uses (fake wounds for theatre? tell him more!)

Not to mention how willing he is to feel your hands on his face whenever you want to test out a new product or mixture

But when you present him with a themed line of products, which he inspired, and which is all in shades of edgy red and black?

Oh, he's learning to do his own makeup today

His permanent eye bags reach a whole new level of drama when he tests out the eye pencil you made him with some shaky success

He develops a good eye for noticing who around him is wearing makeup and then trying to decide how closely the products they're wearing can be compared to yours

Depending on how favorable his impression is of said person, it's quite possible that he'll recommend your products to them

Insists on paying you for everything you give him somehow

Asra

They love it. They're not always sure how the process works, but they could spend hours letting their eyes wander from your hands, to the colors you're making, to your face, to more of the colors, back to you ...

He has quite a few suggestions for ways to make your creations really pop, whether that be glowing glitter or a potion with a holographic effect mixed in

They're surprised and delighted when you give them their own collection of bright and unusual colors and they make full use of it

Might start leaving notes with multi hued lip prints around the shop for you to find while he's out

You have a brief panic moment when they decide to let Faust in on all of the fun and paint her with the rainbow too

If you'd known that it was going to be used on pets, you would have been sure to double check that it was safe at least!

Faust isn't bothered in the slightest. She looks fantastic and she will advertise your products to anyone who looks

Nadia

So happy to share a common interest with you, especially when it comes to her adventures in fashion and styling

Loves to come up with outfits based off of certain products she's seen you make, or to invite you to do the makeup for one of her favorite original designs. She always likes what you come up with

It truly never occurs to her that you would see her as inspiration

Her styles, perhaps, or some of her fashion preferences, but never her personally. When you present her with your creation she's surprised and very, very flattered

She is going to spoil you in return, no room for argument

Puts so much thought into exactly how she's going to use each item in tandem with what specific outfit because your work deserves the greatest appreciation she can show it

Will insist that you wear some of it too, because she likes matching you and seeing you in something so personal to her makes her heart do funny things in her chest

Muriel

His interest goes as far as whatever natural remedies you include in your work. He's not as familiar with the cosmetic properties of the different herbs around the forest

That, and he does enjoy observing you while you're focused on something you're passionate about. (He'll never admit it)

Unsurprised, but a little taken aback when you give him his gift. He's not a cosmetics or perfume kind of guy

He doesn't realize it's a plot to lure him into the delights of self care

First it's letting you apply chapstick to his lips with the pads of your fingers, then it's letting you put moisturizer on his work-roughened hands, and then it's testing out a bath product together ...

At one point, when you gently point out a balm that helps with scar tissue, Muriel gets a little choked up and vulnerable about it

But he doesn't mind it as much if it's your hands smoothing it along his chest and back and arms

Speaking of, you should be wearing some chapstick too ...

Portia

She knows her way around cosmetics (she was Nadia's maid servant for quite some time, after all) but she doesn't generally put that much concern into her appearance beyond cleanliness

Her routine is effective, efficient, and second nature enough for her to multitask with whatever else needs doing that morning

That doesn't stop her from helping you out, though! She's always got helpful suggestions for which ingredients to include and how to apply certain products

So when you gift her a line completely tailored to her needs and preferences, she feels so pampered and seen that she smothers you with hugs and kisses and whisks you to the bathroom to try it all out

She likes it so much and wears it so well that most of her friends notice and ask after the change (and Portia has a lot of friends)

She shamelessly advertises your stuff to anyone and everyone

Don't worry if the amount of new orders gets overwhelming, she's here to help!

Lucio

One of his first requests as a ghost when he found out that you made cosmetics was to give him a better face of makeup. The painter didn't do his eyeliner justice and he wants it fixed please

Constantly volunteering to be your fabulous guinea pig, because he's the best and he loves you! (and he's curious)

Turns into an overexcited magpie when you show him his gift

You put gold in it! He loves gold! You put red in it!! He loves red!!!

Cancels the rest of his plans for the day and tests out each product one by one, showing off each result so you can shower him in the appropriate compliments

Incorporates everything you gave him into his daily routine and brings it up in every conversation he has for the next month

As much as he's still learning to sweet talk potential customers, his enthusiasm is infectious and you do see a bump in requests

Makes sure to tell everyone that he inspired those cosmetics

[kings-paintbrush]

🖍️Chucky Headcanons🔪

🧩Jake Wheeler and Devon Evans🖍️

🧃🔆They’re both caregivers! 🔆🐛

‧₊˚📚✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ Devon will definitely tell the little ones stories! He has a really nice reading voice (hence the podcast) 𖥔..ᝰ🖍️📚˚₊‧

🎨 ᝰ!Jake is a Big Brother Caregiver! He’s really fun! He’ll bike you down to the park and push you on the swing!Ꮺ🛝 

🪁  ᡣ𐭩 •˚ Devon is really good at comforting you, talking you down from tantrums or anxiety/panic attacks. •˚ ᡣ𐭩 🍇

🥏ৎ𖡎 Jake is a cuddler, definitely! Always giving his little sib uppies and piggy back rides! But he’s still super careful, though. 𖡎🩹 ༘⋆

⋆˚✿˖°🧸Lexy Cross ⋆‧˚🦄and 🌈 ˖𓍢ִNadine! ﹏🌱

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Lexy, for a long time, just thinks she’s a Big Sister Caregiver. But she’s a trauma regressor, undetermined age/age range ˚⋆𐙚｡🦩✧˚

𓍯𓂃🧇 ༘ ⋆｡˚ Nadine is a Playmate/Caregiver! They like calling the friend group a little “family” and is great at taking care of their little one! 𓇢𓆸𓏧🪿

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

ﾟ。Nadine takes care of Lexy really well!

　ﾟ･｡🌷͙֒  Whenever Lexy regresses she usually just wants Nadine, and can get a bit fussy.

🐣A little “Fussy Ducky” if you ask Nadine! 🐣

🧸ྀི˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚. When she’s not regressed, and Caregiving, Lexy’s not the softest and can be a bit mean. But it’s always in good fun! 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ.

🚂 ⇆ !Junior Wheeler! ⇆ 🍼

Junior is an Age Dreamer and a Pet Dreamer! 

         zᶻ.   Junior is a really sleepy little guy.

૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ

Whenever he’s pet/age dreaming, he just tends to cuddle up with a stuffy, chew on it, and take a nap. 

˚☽˚｡⋆ When Lexy was still Junior’s caregiver, she would sing him lullabies to sleep. But, other than being tired. Junior wasn’t the best at communicating he was regressed. ⋆°•☁︎

જ⁀➴₊⊹ The Tilly/Ray/Valentines ⛧°♱༻⋆

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆❗️Tiffany Valentine is a Caregiver❗️⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

༯-❥🧸She’s a Mama/Mommy for sure! She’s very doting, a tiny bit strict on rules. But very good at helping her little one feel small and comfy as possible! 🍼 -❥༯ 𐬺𖦹꧁🂱ཐི~ Tiffany picks the little ones up, bouncing them on her lap and soothing them as she plays poker. Doing her best not to disturb them. ~ཋྀ 🂱꧂𖦹𐬺

𓉸ྀི ⫘⫘⫘ 🍭Tiffany, despite her past and many connections. Likes to keep her little ones away from horror as much as possible (unless you like it, of course!) she’s pretty strict on rules, especially when it comes to manners.🍫 ⫘⫘⫘ 𓉸ྀི   (  ᵔ ᵔ)But even Tiff can’t resist a “Please”

☁︎🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⋆⭒˚Glenda is a big sibling/babysitter caregiver and a bit of a trouble maker. ⋆°☁︎🦇 ݁⭒˚.⋆

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Glenda will definitely steal candy out of Tiffany’s stash, sneak little ones out of time out, and teach em bad words! All for fun, of course! ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 🎱✞⋆⋆⋆⛓️ Glenda makes Deco Paci’s!! They’re super maximalist and into decora, anything you want bedazzled, they’ll make it for you!⛓️ ⋆⋆⋆ ✞︎ 🎱

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ 🧃Glen is a padded regressor! 🧃ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

₊˚⊹♡🦡 When Glen is regressed, they’re always shy and reserved 🦡₊˚⊹♡

♡ྀི They’re a little possum though, they love burying into blanket forts, chewing up all their Pacifiers, and stimming, a lot! ♡ྀི

🎞️~~The Final Girls~~🐌

∘˚˳🪵˚✧๑⁰ Andy Barclay is a Trauma regressor to about 6, whenever he regresses he’s always usually tantruming or throwing stuffed animals around∘˳✧๑⁰˖°🪑՞٥

⊹ ࣪ ˖🪐୭˚Andy usually is always angry when regressed, he uses it to vent his frustrations. Scribbling on papers till they tear, and punching stuffies. But Kyle makes sure to never call him bad. ᵎᵎ🧺

*ੈ☕️‧₊˚༺Nica Pierce is a Papa Caregiver!༻*ੈ🥨‧₊˚ ˙🕰️ʅʃ˖°📜 ༘ ⋆｡˚She’s really fun and playful,  not really big on rules. She loves cooking for you and playing pretend! ˙🎻ʅʃ˖°🎞️ ༘ ⋆｡˚

🧸ྀི ༘⋆✿Nica always has a way to make mundane tasks- like chores- really fun! Definitely has a sticker chart/reward system for her little! ༘⋆✿ 🧸ྀི

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅Andy has a big sweet tooth. Putting 2 spoonfuls of sugar in his cereal as he watches old vhs tapes of his favorite Saturday morning cartoons ⋅ ☆🍨₊ ⊹

🍪~ Kyle always makes sure to never     call Andy “bad”. As he’s been called a bad kid for a lot of his life. ~🍪

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[zack-agere]

Main agere / petre / dreaming flags !

agere , other agere , caregiver

petre , petdre , agedre

babysitter , flip , padded regressor

all creds here : x

made this cause these flags are so hard to find and it's especially annoying when links are dead or accounts deleted

[PT: Main agere/petre/dreaming flags ! End PT]

[Bottom image ID: A thin dni banner with a transparent background and blue text reading DNI if nsfw, kink, proship, ddlg, queerphobic, pro-ana. End ID]

[evildadstims]

More user boxes. Reblog + credit if you use. 'Furkid' coined by @suddeninfantdeathsyndrome

[smwallmoon]

The small moon.

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' Blade's daycare for little one's and cg's. '

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Welcome, small flower.. this blog is a safe space for little's, age dreamers, pet regressors, flips, furries, padded little's, etc.

Please keep this a pg and sfw blog, I won't answer any questions that are nsfw or anything dark.. we are bodily a minor.

I, myself a flip.. so please do not expect me to be able to take care of you 24/7 though I apologize.

I am fine with these cg nicknames : papa, mama, dada, mom, dad, parent, etc.

+ little nicknames : flower, moon child, little one, prince(ss), wolfie, pup.

Please, do not use explicit nicknames for me as we, are in a relationship.. and if you're uncomfortable with the nicknames i call you then please do tell me.

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Eclipse lore.

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Name : Blade, eclipse.

Big age : immortal.

Little age : 1-3.

Pronouns : He/she/crim/pup/web/moon/void.

Interests : games, reading, the galaxy, magic, fantasy, fuzzy things, animals, etc.

Fandoms : hsr, genshin impact, crk, tbhk, demon slayer, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, Aphmau, Poppy playtime, Black Butler, Pjski, vocaloid, Inuyasha, madoka magica, bsd.

Xtra : I'm part of a sys, so please excuse me if I do not respond.. I perhaps might not be fronting if I don't respond.

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Small moon daycare rules.

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Keep everything sfw and pg, I do not wish to deal with disgusting things.

Bullying won't be tolerated at all, even if you're little that still does not mean that you will act up.

I won't allow you to interact if you're : anti-agere/petre, racist, homophobic, toxic, anti-otherkin/nonhuman/therian/furries, etc.

If you're apart of age play or dd/lg, please leave our blog.

Cussing is a huge no, if you're little and learning words of that.. please do not say them or at least put a warning since some people might see it as triggering.

If you're experiencing a actual real crisis or anything of the sort, please do not contact people online.. asking for help from a trusted person would be quite better unlike someone from online you barely know.

Please note, not all caregivers can take care of you or comfort you 24/7.. especially one's who are flips or who might be uncomfortable with some things or they're very busy.

Ask before you vent please, and .. trigger it as well, I'm not saying you can not vent and have problems as a little ...a lot of people get triggered easily like us.

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Small moon daycare DNI.

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Basic dni

Prxship/pxdophilia/nsfw/creeps/etc

Actual minors.

Racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc

Anti-agere/petre/Otherkin/nonhuman/therian/furry/xeno/neo

Agx play/ddxlg are not welcome.

Problematic/toxic people

Dsmp fans/any toxic or problematic fandom.

If you've only come to our blog to start drama or bully us or anyone then, please do not interact at all.. it's uncalled for any of that,, if you're upset about someone coping with trauma or anything by regressing then i ask you to leave.

Endos/endo systems.

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Tag guide?.

#cg₊blade - when I feel big.

#lil₊blade - when I feel little.

#puppy₊blade - when I feel like a puppy..

#re₊blog - my reblog's.

#idle₊chatter - idle chat.

#head₊canons - my headcanons.

#blades₊inbox - asks.

#play₊room - talking to littles.

#blades₊tent - talking to cg's

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[dreaming-of-mogai]

Regression terms i plan to make:

Horror:

Phen 228

Slasher Pet Regressor, Flip and dreamer.

Stu Macher Regressor

Minecraft:

Minecraft

Enderman

Creeper

Pigman

Zombie

Wither

Enderdragon

Slime

FNAF:

William Afton

Vanny

Mike Schmidt

Vanessa Afton

Abby Schmidt

Pittrap

Springtrap

Mangle

Steven Universe:

Garnet

Amethyst

Pearl

Rose Quartz

Pink Diamond

Bismuth

Lapis

Peridot

Poppy Playtime:

Catnap permaregressor and padded regressor

Dogday

Hoppy hopscotch

Bobby bearhug

Craftycorn

Prototype caregiver / babysitter

Misc:

Pretty Cure

Miku ? ( if this one exists I'll just do a crossover version of her :3 )

Overlord