Latest Posts by hearthhugs - Page 4

tw: mentions of neglect/abuse

carer with a traumatized age regressor they know they're helping to heal everytime they slip.

never received toys/were given very few toys as a kid? bubbas spoiling you in all the toys you want! if their kiddo is a little more shy and feeling guilty, they'll notice their little one eyeing a toy. "do you want it puppy? no need to feel bad, i just wanna give you everything you deserve"

went without food in public? carer will always order something for you, you never have to watch them eat while you have nothing. "oh honey I would never~ not only is that mean, but you gotta grow big and strong like me!"

went without food/snacks in private? your caregiver always makes sure they stock up on your favorite snacks and brands- no matter how specific they are. there's no shame in only eating a certain brand or flavor of chips. there's always groceries in the house and they're happy to cook for you, wanting to make sure you're safe AND fed. "are you hungy? I can get my sweetheart their favorite snack until the pastas done?"

had bad physical treatment? they would NEVER even THINK about laying a hand on you. if you misbehave or act up, they understand you're just in littlespace. like real kids, emotions can be hard and some moments arent good. sometimes kids like to test boundaries, there's nothing wrong with that. they won't let it slide and will issue lines, time outs, and stuff like early bedtime or shorter playtime- but nothing physical or mentally damaging. "angel I know you're all upset and shouting at bubba, but I need you to sit in the chair for 5 minutes. we don't yell."

missed out on a lot of childhood experiences? that's okay! your cg is soooo happy to integrate anything into their routine. whether it's storytime, going to the park, holiday celebrations, they're happy to accomodate! "oh you wanna have a bubba baby book read before your nap? of course little one!"

touch starved and wanting a lot of physical affection? they'll love on you SO much to try and make up for it! cuddles, pats, carries, boops, you got it! "awww does munchkin need a hug? cmere"

weren't treated the best emotionally? they understand how it can impact you. your carer always reminds you that you're not a burden, it wasn't your fault, and they truly do love you. they're not lying to you, they don't hate you, there's no maliciousness or ulterior motives- just pure love and care. "I know it was a lot, and I'm sorry you had to live through that angel- but I'm glad you're with me now. As long as I'm here, and as long as you'll let me- I won't let anyone treat you like that again. I pinky promise, my little love. Always, and forever."

Icl, this was very self indulgent to me- but I hope anyone who can sadly relate feels atleast a little bit of comfort and wholesomeness from this. I believe you. You're strong.

Rapunzel

I imagine she would be a regressor. Something about her not being able to fully experience her childhood without a care.

Ages 5-14. Mostly stays on the older end. Is normally well-behaved but will throw tantrums and can be defiant since she couldn't before.

Is a crafty princess but prefers being outside and playing in the field and forest. Loves going out into town as well.

Sweet tooth and sweets thief.

Hide and seek, tea party's, dress up, and dancing are her favorite activities. Again she loves art more than anything but she likes to be active during her regression.

Prefers to be called princess, faery, sweetheart, and lovebug. I imagine she has mixed feelings about the nickname flower but she may attempt to reclaim it in the future.

Will absolutely playfight. Never wins because she ends up laughing too much to concentrate. Magnus totally lets her win sometimes though.

Pascal is her best friend and babysitter oddly enough. He totally rushes around hurrying to stop her from doing something silly. Later on Magnus intentionally tries to help her have fun which only causes Pascal more panic.

Later on with Flynn, he probably is more of a babysitter at first. Totally didn't get it but understood all too well why she would regress. Since Rapunzel probably wouldn't think about her behavior I imagine Flynn does some digging to figure out what's going on.

Cannot sleep in the dark anymore. Terrified that Gothel will come back so she can't fall asleep alone in the dark ever. Pascal never leaves her side at night.

Rarely stops smiling when regressed and has killer puppy dog eyes. Does experience spouts of anxiety and paranoia. I feel her parents would be heavily involved in trying to help her heal her inner child, especially since they missed watching her grow up.

quinny's regression-safe youtube channels ! 𓂃⋆.˚

youtube channel recs for littles ones !! [dividers by @d-oie]

story book readers //

reading rocket 📚🚀 ~ fallon is an amazing woman who reads children's books [both classics and new stuff !]. she has an amazing narration voice that instantly captivates you into any story she reads !

vooks 🎥📖 ~ with this channels adorable animations, calming music and narration (with subtitles available !) - this channel is easily one of my favorites !!

storytime at awnie's house 📕🏠 ~ awnie is possibly the cutest lady i've ever seen !! she encapsulates a warm yet silly "mom" vibe and is incredible at doing voices for whatever book she's reading !!

toy channels //

relaxing unboxing sounds 🧸🎁 ~ a voiceless channel where the creator simply opens up blind boxes/bags !! it's so fun guessing who they're gonna pull !!

bin's toy bin 🪀🎁 ~ a husband and wife who reviews toys !! they specialize in my little pony toys !!

disney themed youtubers //

4k wdw 🏰 ~ they upload walkthroughs of the disney parks and videos of the disney parades !! super cool for littles who love the disneyworld/land parks, or are wishing to visit !!

document disney 🐭 ~ they upload walkthroughs and povs of disneyland rides !! super cool for littles who love the disneyworld/land parks, or are wishing to visit !!

misc //

mittens & pants 🐱🐶 ~ a kitten and puppy who are best friends and travel around their make believe town !! honestly my favorite channel listed !! PUH-LEASE check them out !!

disclaimer : it is to my knowledge that none of these channels are run by bad people, or contain swearing. if this is wrong i deeply apologize- though i researched to the best of my extent.

Childe CG! Childe CG! Childe CG!

🥞Childe CG! So true!💬

🌊Childe CG headcanons!🏹💙💧

🏹Absolute most fun CG ever. He will take you on the most fun adventures, even simple things like going to the park he can make into a fun game!

🌊He loves to sing lullabies to you when you're sleepy, or fun songs on the way to your destinations!

💎He swears he isn't snuggly, but if given the chance to scoop you up and smother you in nuzzles he definitely will.

🥇Calls you his traveller!

🌧️He's so papa! He loves when you're excited to see him and it sends him into CG space!

⁎˚ ఎ CG! Childe headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

hihihi can i request childe tartaglia (genshin impact) cg hcs? Please and ty!!

•Childe has a deeply protective instinct, especially towards those he cares about

•"Hey, little one, how about we draw some pictures together?"

•Despite his Harbinger duties, he tries to visit you as often as possible. He would sends you gifts and letters frequently, filled with stories of his adventures

•"Little one, look what I found on my travels! I think you'll love it !"

•Surprisingly, Childe is a decent cook. He learned how to prepare various dishes during his travels and often cooks meals for you. His specialties are hearty, filling dishes that reflect his Snezhnayan roots

•He is patient and supportive, offering guidance and encouragement to help you improve. He often takes you under his wing, teaching you what he knows

•He would call you petnames like : little one, tiny warrior, little star, baby, pumpkin, snuggle bunny, cuddle bird of sweetheart

If you're sick while age regressing :

•Childe would immediately notice any signs of illness and become highly attentive, dropping everything else to focus on your well-being

•He'd be very protective, ensuring you rest and avoid any stress or exertion. He'd probably insist on you staying in bed and getting plenty of rest

•Drawing from his travels, Childe might prepare homemade remedies or soups, using his cooking skills to help you feel better

•To keep your spirits up, Childe might tell stories of his adventures, bringing your favorite books, or find other gentle ways to keep you entertained

•"Little star, it's story time. Which book should we read tonight?"

•Childe would stay by your side as much as possible, offering constant support and reassurance. He’d probably sleep nearby to be there if you needed anything during the night

•Childe would be extra patient and understanding, knowing that being sick can make anyone feel more vulnerable, especially an age regressor !

•"Snuggle bunny, let's build a blanket fort and have a cozy day inside"

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

Big Brother Cg!Tartaglia agere moodboard☆彡 i wanna hug from him :P

DNI BANNERミ★

saw some regressors excited for spring so i thought i would do another calming green board <3

poopie head

these r the kinda asks u get when u let ur brother follow u on tumblr ... loser !!!! 😡

sometimes I see criticism towards online agere communities mostly boil down to “why don’t they discuss the negative or traumatizing parts of age regression and only the positive parts ?” and my response is…why would I do that?

seriously why would I share very sensitive, personal information about myself, my mental health and my trauma on a social media website? be so fr rn. it would add 0 benefit to my life and mental health and just leave me vulnerable to predators and bad people.

you know who I do talk to about those things with? my therapist. my psychiatrist. ykno, the people who I pay to listen to me talk to about my mental health problems.

I think people have gotten used to others constantly oversharing about their mental health issues that when others don’t do it, it makes them uncomfortable. idk that’s just a personal theory but I can’t think of another reason why someone would want a community full of trauma survivors and those struggling with mental health issues to share intimate and personal details abt their struggles for funsies

caregiver Zhongli stimboard? Stuffies and toys please! I want him to take care of me @m@

zнoɴɢlι ѕтιмвoαrd!

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Tween Girl Stimboard

Requested by: 💜✨ Anon

💖 - 👛🎀👛 - 👛🎀👛 - 👛🎀👛 - 💖

You know what, I'm gonna say it. Experience fandom regression your way.

You found agere headcanons in a horror game? Wonderful!

You have an 18+ source you associate with sfw agere themes? Heck yeah.

Everyone and their mom says X is the little, Y is the caregiver, but you don't think so? Make blog posts about Y being a regressor, make a caregiver moodboard for X.

Don't like romantic themes in a ship everyone ships? Make it familial or platonic.

Niche fandom no one knows about or has absolutely no posts about when you look for agere content of it on Tumblr? Be a trailblazer! I'd love to see your post.

Pure self indulgence and OC shipping? Absolutely adore it.

You want to completely project yourself onto a character to make their regression/caregiving experience more like you? That's so cool.

Don't think you can write or draw that well but want to make fan work of your favorite characters? You'll do great, it's about fun, not perfection.

You have 10+ fictional CGs? A found family of characters you associate with regression? Tell me about them all. Show me the family you built.

The point is, fandom agere I feel like can be so gatekept sometimes. People feel like they need to follow rules to avoid being judged, but you don't. Regressing is all about having fun, and making new memories and experiences. I think it's great you have a fandom/character you love enough to go on that journey with. Some of us may not be so good at playing with toys or doing a lot of commonly talked about agere activities, like me. But my characters I love? My art, my writing? Absorbing myself into a fictional safe space I've built is how I play. How I express myself, and I want you to know you can do that in any way you want.

I spent far too long thinking things were wrong or right, that they were taboo or bad in this community when really, I was just disagreeing with the masses about an opinion in fiction. Everyone has different opinions, comfort levels, boundaries on their own works, etc, but as long as you aren't breaking those bounds and are keeping things SFW? Have a blast. This is your coping mechanism, your fandoms, your interests, your things that make you happy. Have the most fun, okay little one?

Hi ૮ฅ・ﻌ・აฅ Uhm could you do Sunday cg or sibby w/ a toddlerspace aged little hc if possible ? ૮( ˃ ꒳ ˂)ა

𐙚 flip sunday headcanons !!

i made these with the intent of a toddler little however it’s not the most obvious in a lot of them >.<

⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋮ sunday is big on honesty , whether big or small — he always wants to make sure that you’re letting him know when something is wrong and that you’re confident in your decisions ! at least , as confident as a toddler can be .. /silly

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⋮ when regressed , he loves taking on a big brother role , letting you drag him around and steering you away from danger !!! so long as the day isn’t too stressful and he’s baby , but even then he still likes to help (っω⊂)

⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋮ will happily engage in your aimless yapping ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) working on his own things while you color / do some little worksheets beside him !!

⟢ he’s also always sure to compliment your work ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა he pays you as much attention as he can ! and sunday is extremely clingy while tiny , no matter what age … he always wants to know what his sibby’s doing !!!

⋆ ࣪˖⊹ ⋮ he’ll speak on behalf of the both of you whenever you’re with others , like a good brother ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<) especially in an older headspace , he’s your number one defender

⟢ he will always refuse to share his sweets , though .. (˶˃⤙˂˶)

⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋮ likes helping you with self-care , like how birds help eachother preen ! washing your hair / helping you bathe , keeping you hydrated , makin sure you’re getting enough sleep !!

lalalalalalalalalal

* ੈ @twinypwupy ྀིྀི ✩‧₊˚

based on a hc from my twitter mutual i couldn't get out of my head

please enjoy my self indulgent older brother diluc and his weird sisterdaughter diona <3

words: 4.2k

Diluc hears her before he sees her.

It’s late. Late enough that even the most incorrigible drunkards Mondstadt has to offer have long deserted her dark streets.

He had closed up shop at the tavern not five minutes earlier, sighing as he shouldered his coat and prepared to begin his nightly rounds of the city. Before he could shed his usual attire, shifting personas as easily as day shifts to night, he had been struck with the whim of going to visit the cats that gathered outside of the neighboring Cat’s Tail, attracted by the bowls of fish tidbits the owner left out. Surely no one would begrudge him this small luxury of companionship before he resigned himself to the lonely night once more?

Besides, there’s no one awake to judge him as he changes course, feet turning from the familiar path home to the alley that leads to the other tavern.

He’s only half the vigilant traveler he usually is as he winds quietly past the empty flower stalls, his tall frame slumped slightly in thought. He should really remember to bring food for these strays more often. Not that they weren’t well fed already- Diluc is sure he’s far from the only one regularly paying his attentions to them- but it can’t hurt. The smaller ones tend to be scared of his size when he stoops down to offer a hand to them, so maybe he ought to put in more effort to being approachable...

Diluc is so preoccupied with the issue of the fickle affections of Mondstadt’s strays that he almost doesn’t hear her the first time, but the second sound makes him pause, his already quiet footfalls stilling to nothing. A soft, hiccuping sob echoes down the cobblestone path.

Oh. That’s a child’s sob, Diluc realizes. No enemy, regardless of skill, could mimic that tone. 

A few painful memories threaten to surface, skimming the back of his consciousness. He steadily ignores them.

There it is again. Diluc’s soft, quiet breathing contrasts his racing thoughts as he tries to rationally plan his next move. Obviously, the parental voice in his head (that sounds suspiciously like his father) says, you should carefully approach the child and see if they’re hurt, or lost, or scared, or if you can do anything to help.

The other half of his brain reminds him that he doesn’t have the best track record when dealing with children, and... Well. If he’s being honest, he’ll probably just scare them even more.

Regardless of his internal conflict, though, the one part of himself that Diluc can never repress is holding its own. His conscience, bastard that it is, won’t let him leave the scene of a crying child without doing something. 

He exhales through his nose. Okay. You can do this, moron. It’s just a kid. His feet move forward, purposefully a bit louder than usual- he doesn’t want to surprise them. Just don’t be scary. Be normal. Be an adult who wants to help. Be Fath-

His internal mantra stops in its tracks when he rounds the corner and takes in a small, huddled figure on the back porch of the tavern. A figure with equally small cat ears.

Oh. Oh, no. This isn’t going to work at all.

Before he can make a tactical retreat, though, she’s spotted him. He sees the hair rise on the tips of her ears and tail, but there’s no fight in her red-rimmed eyes as he meets them with his own.

He clears his throat quietly. “Are- Are you alright?”

Diona doesn’t respond, sniffling and shoving her face back into her elbow.

Of all the kids in Mondstadt, you run across the one that hates you most. Really batting a thousand tonight, huh, Diluc?

Ugh. That one sounded like Kaeya.

She’s not currently spitting venom or running away, though, and his conscience must take that as encouragement, because his boots are moving again before he notices. Small, short steps, like he’s approaching a wild animal. Which, he kind of is, he reasons to himself.

Her ears flick. She can hear him approach, he’s sure, but she just huddles closer to herself, hugging her knees tighter. She looks even smaller than usual. Diluc bites down anger at Margaret yet again for hiring such a young girl to work in a place like a tavern.

Had something happened with a patron? The vision strapped to his thigh heats up at the thought, already sending heat dancing to his fingertips. He feels the telltale creep of fury as it seeps into his bloodstream like ice. Not now, he chides. You’ll scare her. Later.

He’s within ten feet of her when her head darts up from her arms. She’s- oh, bless her, he thinks, she’s trying very hard to glare at him. In her current state, though, with tears streaking down her face and her lower lip wobbling, it’s not a very convincing act. Still, he stops, and after a moment he lowers his large body to the ground facing her.

This is what he does with the other stray cats, so theoretically it should work on this one too, right?

As if summoned by his train of thought, a lazy grey tail pokes out of the nearby bush and follows a sleek grey body that emerges from the leaves. He smiles in spite of himself, feeling Diona’s eyes on him. He holds out a large, gloved hand, before having a sudden change of heart and removing his glove, tucking it into his breast pocket and offering his bare hand to the inquisitive nose sniffing it. The cat, known to him only as Ash, seems to approve of him. She brushes up against him, letting his scarred hand scratch between her ears.

“She doesn’t usually like that.”

Diona’s voice is quiet and unsteady, but the sobs seem to have subsided for the moment. He takes that as a good sign.

“Oh?” he rumbles, keeping his eyes on the cat now rubbing against his knee. “I’ve never known her to dislike it.”

From the corner of his vision, he can see her make a face. She doesn’t say anything else, though, and Diluc feels like he should be the one to break the weighty silence that falls.

He would, if he knew what to say. Should he pretend he never saw her crying? Ask her if she wants to talk? Leave?

Before he can make up his mind, though, the opportunity is taken from him by a return of the shaking in Diona’s shoulders. Her sobs are even quieter than before, as if she’s actively trying to hide them from him. The thought breaks his heart like he didn’t know was possible.

The muffled sound of a child sobbing...

Suddenly, Diluc is eight and the sky outside the winery windows is pouring down rain and thunder on the darkened Mondstadt countryside. He peers over the railing of the staircase, drawn out of his room by the flashes of lightning outside his bedroom window and the odd sounds coming from the first floor of his home.

A particularly loud rumble shakes the house, causing the few lights in the dining room to tremble in their candelabras, and a section of the tablecloth shakes with it. There’s something under there.

Glancing back at the hallway, Diluc sees the cracked door of the room next to his and understands.

Tears are streaming down Kaeya’s face when his brother lifts the fabric and joins him under the table. Neither of them say a word. They don’t need to. The smaller boy huddles into Diluc and they sit like that as the storm rages outside.

Then, the thunder cracks again and the Diluc from fifteen years later resurfaces from his reverie.

Against his better judgment, he gets to his feet slowly, Ash trailing in his wake as he moves towards the steps the girl is seated on. He stops short in front of her, kneeling until he’s at her eye level, and opens and closes his mouth a few times as he gathers resolve.

“Diona.”

She doesn’t look up. “What do-” her voice breaks- “What do you want?”

He frowns. What does he want? Was he not making it clear that he wants to help her?

“I...” He stops, softening his voice even more until it’s barely a whisper. “Why are you crying?”

At that, her hiccuping breaths stop for moment, questioningly, as if she’s not sure she heard correctly. Before she can answer him, though, whatever troubles she’s having get the best of her and she crouches in on herself further.

By this point, Diluc is internally beside himself. He should leave; she’s clearly feeling even worse than when he got here.

He shakes his head to clear it. No. Think. His teeth grit in practiced annoyance as a familiar thought springs to mind unprompted. Do what he would do.

That Kaeya is more talented than his brother in dealing with children is possibly the worst kept secret they have between them. (Well. Maybe the second worst kept, he thinks.) Even Alice’s little daughter, who seemed to befriend the whole world as a personal mission, keeps her distance since his father passed.

He doesn’t exactly blame her, or any other child in Mondstadt. Parents teach their children to stay away from gloomy adults for a reason. It keeps them safe. If his own image is sacrificed for such a cause, he’ll gladly forfeit it.

Kaeya, on the other hand, is a favorite with most kids in the area, and for good reason.

So. What would Kaeya do?

Kaeya would... hug them? Probably?

Before he can think better of it, he lays his ungloved hand on her shaking back, hoping to provide some comfort. The girl’s breath hitches again, and she slowly brings her teary eyes up to his. He can see simultaneous misery and distrust in them, but she doesn’t look away or glare this time.

Diluc blinks. Her nose is running. 

She goes to wipe her face on her sleeve once again and he unconsciously retrieves his glove from his pocket, offering it to her without a word.

Her ear twitches again. He absently wonders if it’s a nervous tick, but she takes the glove anyway, wiping her scarlet waterlines. She doesn’t make eye contact. He doesn’t remove his hand.

After a moment, a meow comes from somewhere by Diluc’s boot, accompanied by a bump. Ash makes herself known, vying for the man’s attention, and he removes his other glove to absently stroke her soft fur. 

While he’s occupied finding a place to put his now-abandoned gloves, he feels a sudden weight on his chest. 

Unblinkingly, his gaze flits back and forth between Diona’s head, which now rests against his lapel, and Ash’s wise golden eyes, which hold no answers for his questions. 

She must be exhausted. That’s all his swirling mind can come up with for why she’s choosing to expose her vulnerabilities to the one man in Mondstadt indirectly responsible for so much of her pain.

He doesn’t say any of that, though. Instead, he lets his instincts take over- instincts he hasn’t had to make use of in years. Diluc’s other hand comes to rest on the pink crown of her head and his chin drops on top of it, his tired eyes sliding shut.

“Why?”

A single word from her shocks him out of a haze of memories. Memories of better days between him and his younger brother. Memories his mind is currently forcing him to recall.

“Why, what?” His voice is barely audible. 

“Why does he drink?”

Oh.

Draff, that fucker.

Diluc is going to tear Springvale to the ground. With his bare hands.

He shuts his eyes tight and clenches his jaw imperceptibly, willing the anger welling within him to dissipate. Anger is the last thing this young girl needs from an adult right now.

“I... I don’t know, Diona.” He feels her shoulders curl into his chest more at his words. “Some people... don’t know how to deal with hardship.” 

He can feel her small hands gripping his coat lapel tightly as her voice wavers out from below his chin. “He s-said he would stop. For good this time.” She sniffles. “He’s said that before. I sh-should’ve known.”

“Oh, kid,” Diluc exhales, stroking the soft hair on the top of her head. “That’s not your fault.”

She holds her silence after that for a long time. Diluc loses track of how long they sit there on the back porch of the Cat’s Tail, Diona sniffling as she rests against his chest, her eyes making damp patches on the fabric. 

His lower body is half numb by this point, forced to stay stock-still in an uncomfortable position, fearing lest he scare off the wounded animal clinging to his chest. He doesn’t mind. 

Instead, his frame begins to vibrate lowly with a familiar melody, recalling a tune he would hear Adelinde singing around the manor as a child as she dusted his father’s paintings. He barely notices he’s humming until he’s halfway through, his mind far away from the dark cobblestone alley his body crouches in.

That tune used to make him feel safe. If he’s honest with himself, as vulnerable as Diona must be at the moment, he feels equally so. It wasn’t a common occurrence for him to comfort anyone, let alone to let them use him as a pillow. Maybe that’s why he starts the melody, craving the safety he felt in those memories. 

If Adelinde were here... or Father... but how many times in a day already did he wish the late head of his clan were alive? 

Some days, he doesn’t even count the moments in between the longing. Grief, for Diluc, is a constant blanketing feeling that injects itself into his every thought even all these years later.

Still... if he were here, he would know what to do better than his fool of a son, Diluc thinks.

While his mind is thus occupied, the body he left behind continues to run on autopilot, gliding his hand gently over the crown of her head as he winds to the end of the melody. 

Diona has long ceased her hiccuping sobs, and her sniffles are coming in longer and longer intervals by the time he finishes. She makes a noise against his chest- a kind of muffled huff- and breaks away from his hold, trying to ignore the obvious mess she’s made of his tie and shirt. 

For a moment, she refuses to meet his eyes, and Diluc is suddenly afraid he’s done something wrong. Has he crossed some kind of boundary? She hardly knows him, after all.

Before he can despair for too long, however, she squeezes her eyes shut a few times and then meets his earnest gaze with less animosity than he’s ever seen in her face. 

He summons his resolve. 

“Do you have someplace safe to stay tonight?” He asks before he can think better of it. “It’s rather late for someone young to be out on their own.”

She makes a face at that and he represses the urge to smile. “’M not young. I’m grown up, I’ll have you know.”

He actually does laugh then, a smile blooming across his face that would have reminded any onlooker of another man who bore the Ragnvindr name in years past. “Of course. My apologies, Miss Kätzlein.”

He thinks he sees the corner of her mouth tilt up at that, but it could have been a trick of the light. 

“Please, let me try again.” He clears his throat, playing into his role as best as he can. “Miss Kätzlein, would you allow me to accompany you on your way home this evening? Mondstadt can be unsafe for anyone at night, you know.”

She’s shut her eyes now, looking away in disdain with her arms crossed. One green eye opens to glance at him, though, and in her expression he sees relief.

“Hm. Fine, I’ll allow it,” she preens, as if her dignity was still entirely in one piece. “If it’ll make you feel better.”

He grins, his face lighting up as he stands and offers her his arm. “It would, thank you.”

Diona refuses it, seeming to regain a semblance of her usual pride, and gets to her feet herself. Diluc attempts to right his crumpled collar and tie, giving up his gloves as a lost cause and tucking them into his pocket.

Few moments pass until they’re on their way, stopping only for Diona to refill the cat bowl by the tavern door. Ash waves her tail in farewell as they depart, padding gracefully up to her dinner in the moonlight.

The walk out onto the bridge and beyond is quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Diluc walks behind his charge, large boots covering the small pawprints in the sandy path leading from Mondstadt to Springvale. He makes a conscious effort to push his awareness to its limits, knowing that he has a higher priority at stake. Not a bird launches from its perch, or breeze floats through the branches above, without his notice tonight.

As they begin to approach the village, however, the man notices a change in the figure walking in front of him. Diona’s once-confident steps have begun to shrink, bringing their pace down by nearly half. Her tail swishes about nervously. Her ears, usually flicking about, now lay flat against her head instead. 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, and maybe distract her if she’s scared, he asks her an offhand question about how work at the Cat’s Tail went that evening.

He didn’t mean to bring up alcohol, but he realizes too late that it was possibly the worst subject he could have chosen.

The effect is immediate. Diona stops, turning on her heel to face him with arms crossed over her chest and a familiar look of loathing.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, huh? Don’t think I’ve forgotten who you are, Mister Angel’s Share.” Her baleful gaze falls to her feet as she kicks aside a few rocks in frustration. “Mister Dawn Winery. Mister- Mister Stupid-” she punctuates the word with a particularly vicious kick- “Wine Industry. Mister...” 

She pauses, apparently having run out of disparaging epithets. The look on her face would be adorable if it wasn’t so full of disdain for him, Diluc muses to himself.

He sighs. Now is probably as good of a time as any to set the record straight.

“Diona.”

“What.” Her tone is biting.

“Do you think I like selling alcohol?” 

He crouches down to her eye level as he says it, watching for a reaction. He isn’t disappointed; her pink eyebrows rise as far as they can go and her eyes widen for a moment before returning to an even more intense glare.

“Duh.”

“You’d be wrong.”

Her mouth twists into a pout, but her eyes keep their vigilant stare. She’s really good at that, Diluc notes absently.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Too bad.” The more mature part of Diluc is sending distress signals to his brain right now, warning him that tracking down a rogue teenage cat-hybrid in the forest at night will go poorly when she decides to bolt. He ignores it in favor of the familiar rush of being able to banter with someone the way he used to.

She doesn’t look convinced, but she’s also not interrupting him, so he continues.

“Do you know why I sell wine?” 

Diona shakes her head, her tail flicking behind her. Whether that was out of curiosity or annoyance, Diluc doesn’t know.

“I sell wine because my father sold wine, and I loved my father.” His voice holds as steady as his gaze, rumbling deep in his chest. “I still love him, even in his absence.”

Diona has broken her hostile eye contact and is staring at her shoes.

“So, even though I don’t like alcohol myself-” Diona’s head shoots up at that, and he manages to curb a smile- “I run Angel’s Share and the winery because I’m taking care of my father’s legacy. What he built.” 

He swallows, voice thickening despite his best efforts. “I’m sorry that what he built has been the source of so much pain for you, Diona.”

A lull falls over the two figures on the forest path. For a moment, even the breeze ceases.

A few teardrops fall onto the dust.

Oh, shit. Shit. 

She’s crying again. You made a little girl cry, you absolute fucking idiot.

Okay, that one sounded like both him and Kaeya.

Regardless of whose voice it is that’s chastising him, though, Diluc’s knee-jerk reaction is the same. His broad hands come to rest on her shoulders and he tries to keep the panic out of his tone as he asks if she’s okay.

She doesn’t respond, but even though she’s crying, it’s not the same awful sobs that plagued her earlier, he realizes. When she looks up at him with vulnerable eyes for the second time tonight, the tears in them fall silently. 

He hopes it will be the last time she looks at him with red-rimmed eyes.

This time, he leans forward to catch her as she falls towards him, tentatively wrapping his arms around her like he’s afraid she’ll break.

No gut-wrenching sobs reach his ears now, though. After a moment when all he can hear is the wind, she speaks, and he feels his heart stop in his chest.

“I don’t know if I want to go back there tonight.”

Well.

He’s been getting better at keeping his emotions from showing on his face recently. Right now, though, should anyone happen to walk by, the mere sight of his knit brows and set jaw could make the most hardened sinner repent. 

Every man has his limits, after all.

Biting his cheek in place of the vengeance he couldn’t yet take, he pulls back and takes her hand, willing her to look him in the eyes.

“Diona.”

No response. Her other hand digs into the fabric of his shirt tighter.

“You don’t have to go home if you don’t want to.”

She sniffles.

“Will you let me offer my home to you tonight?”

Her shoulders shake again, and for a horrible moment he thinks she’s sobbing again, but then he hears her giggle and all is right with the world again.

He smiles, standing up as she dissolves into laughter. “What’s funny about that?”

“You want me to stay at the place-” Diona snorts, interrupting herself-” where all the wine in this dumb region is made?” She sounds incredulous, her eyes daring him to contradict her. She’s still laughing, though, so as far as Diluc’s concerned, her words don’t hold much bite.

Besides, he’s just relieved she’s finally stopped crying. Children are exhausting.

When her giggles have subsided, she turns her back to him, flawlessly jumping back into character. “I can’t say I’ll enjoy it, but I can endure it, I suppose.”

He takes that as an answer as good as any.

And so, with the moon creeping slowly across the inky sky, the two oddly matched traveling companions continue their journey across the Mondstadt countryside. When they reach the fork in the road, Diona doesn’t hesitate, marching past the Springvale sign without even a look of contempt.

Diluc feels a surge of pride. Then, he questions that emotion. Then, he elects to ignore those questions.

Further on down the path, she has to slow down to walk beside him when she’s no longer sure of the way. He notices the way her feet have started to drag and, immediately dismissing the notion of offering to carry her, instead asks her questions to keep her awake.

Luckily, Diona likes to talk, and she has no shortage of opinions.

Eventually, she asks him how he and Captain Kaeya are related if they feel so differently about drinking, and he laughs louder than he has in a while.

“Well, whatever. He’s still a rotten boozehound,” Diona huffs, “but at least he’s nicer than the other drunkards.”

Diluc’s mouth quirks up against his will. “Oh?”

“Yeah... that weirdo can put back drink after drink, but there was a couple of times when patrons were being weird to me, and... he set them straight.”

He’s lucky the moon isn’t bright enough to illuminate the grin on his face.

“Good. Otherwise, I’d kick his ass.”

After a while more, when the moon is almost threatening to disappear, they reach the path that winds around the winery grounds. By now, Diona is barely staying on her feet. Diluc resists the urge to steer her with his hand after she almost walks into a grapevine post. 

As the doors of the manor appear before them, the first light of dawn breaks over the distant hills.

Tonight, Diluc thinks, he’ll settle Diona in one of the many guest rooms in the winery and ensure she rests well.

Tomorrow, he’ll make a visit to Springvale.

It will be a peaceful visit. He will rationally speak to Draff about the way he treats his daughter. 

He will be polite. He will be civil.

He will not bring his claymore.

He will not.

He’s going to bring his claymore.

Carer who knows you have trouble regressing and casually does little things to help you

“Little love, I laid out two outfits for you, can you come pick which one you wanna wear today?”

“You look sleepy still bug, want me to brush your hair for you today? Yeah? Okay I’m gonna put the hair clip bin right next to you pick out what you want okay?”

“I know you’re capable but do you want help eating breakfast?”

🤍☁️𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎☁️🤍

ᴘɪᴄꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪꜰꜱ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

⋆ ˚｡୨୧ CG!Diluc Imagine!: Need me to tuck you in? ୨୧ ˚｡⋆

x GN Little reader. Hope you enjoy!

- Bear 🧸

Summer evenings.. oh how Diluc wished they could last forever, the way the orange sun set over the horizon of Mondstadt like a roaring fire. He stared down at his newspaper, humming softly to himself as he turned the pages, his coat neatly hung up on the chair. He paused for a moment, hearing a slight creak from the old floorboards of the winery.

“.. I can see you little bird. Is there a problem?” He asked, looking up at the stairs, where you stood. He chuckled softly, a soft smile crossing his face as he walked towards you, kneeling down to your level.

“What’s wrong? Are you perhaps hungry? Thirsty maybe?” He asked, wracking his brains for what could be causing a potential problem, but when you pointed up the stairs- he instantly knew.

“Ah. You were waiting for me to tuck you into bed?” He asked, smiling as he stood up again, reaching out his gloved hand and gently ruffling your hair. Despite his supposed grumpy demeanour, he always showed his love towards you. You were everything to him.

He reached forwards, lifting you up and placing you on his hip as he strolled to the kitchen, placing you down on the wooden counter. He had been told by Lisa that littles always liked a bottle before bed and her advice had worked tremendously up to this point.

“You just sit right there for a moment sweetheart, Papa will get make you a bottle.” He said, grabbing your favourite bottle out of the cupboard and swiftly fixing up a bottle, he always made sure to be swift while doing so to prevent any upsets.

“And.. there we go.” He spoke, chuckling as he lifted you back up into his burly arms. It paid off to be a bartender sometimes, he always managed to fix up bottles for you at an incredibly quick pace. He began ascending the wooden stairs, humming softly as he walked into his bedroom.

“I assume we’re ready for bed now, hmm? You’ve got your bottle and your blankie..” he said, his red eyes scanning you over quickly.

“..And I assume you don’t need a change?” He asked tenderly, his voice quiet and gentle as not to startle you. He sighed in relief as you nodded, gently pulling back the luxurious duvet and carefully laying you down on the pillows, all while smiling softly.

“Do you want Papa to stay beside you for a little bit until you drop off?” He asked, tucking you in to the covers, making sure your stuffed animal was securely in the sheets too before sitting on the other side of the bed, reaching out and stroking your hair.

When he could see your eyes begin to close and suck on your bottle in a relaxed manner, he felt his heart warm slightly. He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading to the door, turning out the light as he spoke.

“Goodnight, little bird. Have sweet and pleasant dreams.” He murmured before exiting, shutting the door behind him with a chuckle.

Woohoo! My first imagine I’ve made, I love doing oc writing and such outside of tumblr, but this time was my first time writing a proper one! I hope you guys liked it!! ♡

Felt like drawing more caregiver!Thoma and little!Ayato and Ayaka ^^ He knitted both of them scarfs for the weather

— caregiver ! wriothesley & little ! reader ; stealing

words: 575 notes: the last idea from the poll i did !!!! i think this one is really soft and cute :((( i really liked writing this one... it made me feel all warm and cozy!!! basically papa walks in on you stealing some clothes !!!

dada was away. and you had simply slipped. that was all. you just felt so overwhelmed by being alone, you felt so small. and the apartment felt so big. and empty. especially without dada. but while crying your poor heart out, you remembered something. you lived with dada. his closet was simply in the other room. everything of him was so close. you wiped your eyes and made your way to his bedroom. you breathed in the smell of him and felt your heart ease a bit.

you looked around and drank in the sight of the messy space. dada had never been strict about you cleaning your room and it was clear to see why. he didn’t exactly keep a neat space himself. but it was his. you walked around, touching things with your little fingers. admiring photos, glancing over books with words too big to read, and then it catches your attention. his closet. its cracked open and it calls you. you just have to look through it. you rush over and carefully open the doors, looking in with big eyes.

it’s obviously filled with his clothes. but they all just smell so much like him. you step forward and press your face into the clothes hanging there, taking a deep breath and letting out a happy giggle. the fabrics tickled your face and brushed against your hair. it almost felt like hugging him. you opened your arms and wrapped them around the clothes you were nuzzling, squeezing them tight to you. you let go only to step back and begin looking through them. you find a black button up, dada’s hairs sticking to the fabric around the shoulders. it smells the most like him. and its big. you bit your lip before finally pulling the shirt down off the hanger and holding it before you.

you let out another giggle and look around as if someone was there watching you. you were alone. you unbuttoned the shirt and slid into it, the sleeves hanging over your hands, the bottom of the shirt swinging well past your waist. you twirl around in it and squeal. you dance around for a bit in the shirt, humming and giggling to yourself over wearing dada’s shirt. it’s so soft. and it’s like he’s here again and he’s dancing with you. 

you’re so distracted with your dancing that you don’t notice the front door open. or the footsteps down the hall. or dada when he’s suddenly standing in the bedroom door. you but do notice his laugh. you jump and nearly fall over at the sudden noise. wriothesley gasps and rushes forward, scooping you up. “ oh sorry , pup , didn’t mean to scare you. “ he chuckles and kisses your cheek. “ what are you doing in my room anyways? getting upt to no good. “ you scrunch up your noise and raise you arms up in the air. 

“ shirt! “ you squeal and dada chuckles. “ yup, you sure do have my shirt. but that’s alright. i don’t need it that bad anyways. “ he nuzzles you and sits down on the edge of his bed. “ you miss me? “ you nod quickly, curling up in his lap and cuddling into him. you definitely prefer the real dad over his shirt. he’s so warm and big and cozy. it feels like curling up in front of a fireplace. his arms hold you close and he rubs your back. “ well i’m happy to be home. “

fictional caregiver who yearns to have a child of their own, misses being a parent, wishes to make up for lost time, etc. that is overwhelmed with joy to take care of someone very dear to them upon learning they’re a regressor/dreamer

Hi there! Do you take requests? If you do

Could I get a fic for a caregiver Neuvilette and sensitive/timid Agere/Petre reader (Sometimes I pet regress into an otter :) specifically the leisurely otter you see in genshin, I age regress as well). when I regress I’m a lot more sensitive to rejection and other things people say :) For another detail, my age regression range is *usually* 1-5

I hope that’s not too much! ~ Kindly, the @jellyfish-nursery

I absolutely adore this request! This was super fun to make! I hope you enjoy ^-^ ✩ also I apologise if it’s on the slightly shorter side!

⋆୨୧˚ My, aren’t you charming? ˚୨୧⋆

Caregiver Neuvilette x Timid Otter regressor reader!

Neuvilette had always found you.. quite adorable, the way you’d cling to a felt shell whenever you could, protecting it with your life. The way you’d make yourself a den made out of anything you could find, blankets, sticks.. Neuvilette’s belongings even. Neuvilette had always found it amusing, a gentle smile always gracing his features whenever you would slip into that headspace.

Today had felt rather special, you had both had breakfast together, walked around the hustle and bustle of Fontaine for a while, stocking up on baby powder and some yummy snacks. Once he had noticed that you had begun to slip into your pet headspace, he chuckled, ruffling your hair and gently moving you out the way of the busy crowd.

“Come along, petite loutre. I thought we could go swimming today if that’s something you would like? I have brought along your swimming gear should you wish to do so.” He spoke gently, his cane tapping against the floor as he walked with you, his other hand gently holding onto your own- he wouldn’t want to accidentally lose you after all.

His smile grew warmer when he saw you nod, taking a turn to the right as he led you down to where the ocean lapped softly at the gray Fontanian stone. He smiled, swiftly getting into his own swimming attire before helping you get into yours, chuckling when you somehow ended up with your head in one of the arm-holes.

“Such a silly thing, allow me to help you.” He said endearingly, taking a step back once you had both finished. He snapped his fingers, his cane vanishing with a flurry of blue sparkles before he took your hand once again, leading you towards the shallows, wading into the crystalline blue waters. He chuckled softly as you adjusted to the coolness of the water, before hesitantly swimming around, not wanting to stray too far from Neuvilette.

He made sure to keep an eye on you, his arms open to hold you steady should you need it.

“You’re doing well, petite loutre- I’m right here if you need anything.” He encouraged, his voice as gentle as the waters of Fontaine, still.. tranquil. He hummed for a second before diving down, emerging a minute or so later holding a scalloped shell, it was rather beautiful- a gentle lavender, with just a tinge of pink, it was the colour of a beautiful sunset.

The water was lovely, not too cold, but not too warm- it was perfect for a sunny day like this! The hours passed quickly, the sun turning from a pale blue into a stunning mix of orange, purple and pink- quite like the shell Neuvilette had given you. With a gentle touch, Neuvilette lifted the little otter out of the water, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“As much as I would love to swim with you for hours and hours, we need to get some dinner in that tummy of yours.” The Iudex chuckled, watching as you clung to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You let out a squeak of protest but it only resulted in a pat on the head before Neuvilette began drying you off.

“Oh don’t look at me like that dear.. we can always come back tomorrow.” He said, putting the towel back into the carrier bag he had brought with him to carry the goods from earlier on before carrying you back up the riverbank.

“Tell you what, I’ll get you dinner of your choice tonight. Anything you’d like, I’ll get it for you.” He offered, chuckling as you perked up at the offer before nodding enthusiastically.

This otter was certainly adorable.. they made Neuvilette’s heart warm, they made him feel.. happy. And he’d do whatever it took to protect that fuzzy feeling.

𐙚 caregiver who always has to take a bite / sip of their little’s food / drink (¬`‸´¬)

they’re just making sure it isn’t poisonous !! and it’s only a tiny bit , promise !

it’s late at night , and they make a bit of hot chocolate to help their tiny fall asleep … and taking whatever’s left afterwards for themself

grabbing a few chips from their kiddo’s bag when they aren’t looking !! taking a tiny nibble of their cookie ! ( ๑˃̶ ꇴ ˂̶)♪⁺

// imagine a day at the library with your cg (mama ver.) // ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

"remember to use your inside voice, love."

"lets hold mama's hand when we go up the steps baby, don't want you tripping now, would we?"

holding hands while your cg asks for additional information at the front desk.

"you're too tiny to be walking around on your own honey, but we can look for any book you like together."

your cg helps to pick out your book(s) based on your favorite interests.

"do you like that book sweetheart? well, let's go find a spot to sit and read it together."

cuddling in your cg's arms while their voice, alongside a good story, soothes you into your headspace.

coloring or drawing at the kids station and playing with the second hand toys.

your cg helping you carry your new stack of books to the counter and checking them out for you.

"alright baby, remember, your new books are due by x."

"you've been so good today, how about a little treat before we head home."

banner refers to 18+ content! older regressors are always welcome to interact with me here

agere anna an her big papa!!

source: 🧊

Regressors Elsa and Anna Headcanons (Frozen)

Suggested by @histroiansofenchancia; they technically suggested Friend Anna, but I decided to do Regressor/Playmate instead. Hope that’s okay! :)

Elsa:

She regresses to a younger age range - six at the oldest, but often younger - and she usually regresses involuntarily.

She is super clumsy while regressed, which sometimes frustrates her.

The big exception is when she’s moving on ice. Whether thanks to her powers or just a weird fluke, she never slips when she’s skating.

Speaking of her powers, she LOVES showing them off. She normally holds back a little, but when she’s regressed she truly lets loose.

She also uses her powers to make her own regressor clothes.

She’s very particular about physical touch; not even Anna can touch her without asking.

 She’s extra emotional when she’s regressed. The happy feelings are a million times stronger, the sad feelings lead to hours of crying…

And yes, angry feelings can lead to pretty intense tantrums. She never intentionally hurts anyone but sometimes it happens accidentally.

After a tantrum, she’ll apologize a thousand times and do chores to make up for it; she can’t stand being put in timeout. 

She insists on her hands always being free, but she loves being bundled up in blankets. It makes her really excited.

Anna:

Anna regresses to around ten, and she honestly really loves being able to be the boss of younger regressors.

She loves animals in any headspace, but especially when she’s regressed. She knows every dog in the kingdom by name and is constantly stopping to pet horses or rabbits or geese. (Yes, she gets bitten sometimes. No, that will not stop her.)

She has super high energy levels and is constantly looking for new games to play.

Chase? Let’s run absolutely wild through the castle! Charades? She’s totally gonna win! Dolls? How’d you know that was her favorite?!

She frequently wakes you up in the middle of the night so you can play with her.

One of the only things that can make her sit still is when someone reads her fairy tales. She loves listening to stories of handsome princes saving their beautiful beloveds.

(And then of course she wants to play fairy tale, but at least there were a few minutes of peace!)

She is very clingy of the people she loves; at times TOO clingy. She’s working on it, though.

She can’t stand being overly cold, but as long as she’s got a warm dress and mittens, she loves playing outside.

You can try to keep her out of the chocolate. You can try… but you will be unsuccessful.

she's one of my favorite disney princesses! so here's a elsa moodboard :) ❄️

Caregiver Elsa Moodboard !

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(color specific: light blue & white, paci(s) included!)

Hii, could you do a kitty 🐈‍⬛🐾 themed worksheet please?

Thank you 💗

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already made some, happy to make more if enough people want another, comment specifically what you would want to see in it !

subtle regression/help yourself regress

staring at people talking to you with big eyes

speaking slowly and quietly

wringing hands/playing with sleeves

look at everything

wanting to hold onto your cg/partner/friend in public (fear of separation/abandonment)

kids menu

dress similar to how you did as a kid, or how you wanted to as a kid (graphic tees, fun socks, plaid shorts)

write or color with your non-dominant hand

ask others what to draw so you have directions to follow

have someone else brush your hair if possible

sweet treat/childhood comfort or staple meal

— winter regression, solo time

you make a cup of hot cocoa, and put on your favorite holiday movie. you snuggle up in a nest of your favorite blankies to keep warm and lots of stuffies for comfort. you sip your cocoa and watch your movie, and as you look outside you see its snowing! little flakes of wonder drifting down from the sky and gathering in the yards around where you live. you put on your warmest coat and gloves and hat, all bundled up and cute. you put on some boots and you run outside. its quiet and there’s not really anyone else around. its just you and the snow. you play and giggle and build a fort and throw snowballs at the wall. and as the sun begins to set you grow tired and your nose starts to hurt from the cold. you’ve been outside for so long. so, you head inside and defrost by the vents in your wall blasting heat. you change in to your most favorite winter time jammies and make another cup of cocoa. you play another movie and your night feels familiar and safe. you finish your cocoa and drift off as the movie plays on, giving you a peaceful lull to sleep.

biggest pet peeve with fandom agere is when people drastically change the character so they are more “ cute “ . no !!!! give that character a pacifier and stubble !!! that character is fat !!!! that character has wrinkles !!!! and they are the most perfect little angel ever !! cowards …. everyone …