Cat With Paci

i think someone has to say it that it's odd to make age regression headcanons about real people. celebrities are real people. you would not make headcanons about john down the street

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itty bitty kitty regression ^_^

having a fictional cg is so cute and fun, like oh you know this character? yeah, they’re actually my mom/dad/parent.. yeah, its like really cool and fun actually.. yeah they give me cuddles and play with toys and games with me.. yeah it’s pretty awesome

morning ⌕

Alright my little princess, it's time to do your hair. I know you can be a bit fussy; would you like your paci? It's okay if you do, Mama won't judge you. And look, it's a pretty pink one too. There you go; isn't that nice? Your hair is getting so long! It just grows like a weed. How about we put some pretty bows in it today? You're worried about people noticing you? That's fine, Mama can do something more simple then. I think pigtails would look nice. There! Two perfect little braids for my perfect little princess! Now, let's pick out something for you to wear and we can start our day. Yes, you can pick. Mama isn't going to do anything or suggest anything you don't want. Of course you can bring your paci along!

(For the person who requested this, I hope you enjoyed!)

something something about asgore clinging onto memories of his family, constantly wishing for a chance to see them again, yet failing to see them for who they are at present. he mentions how frisk reminds him of chara in the neutral route, yet doesn't notice chara in the genocide route. he mentions wanting to see asriel again, yet fails to recognise him in the same route as well. he mentions how he and toriel will take care of frisk without taking into consideration if toriel is even alive, and even in the true pacifist route, asks her if they can be friends failing to consider how she's feeling at the moment.

something something about flowey taking this same form of clinginess towards the past and unwillingness to accept the present to it's most extreme form via outright keeping people stuck in place through saving and resetting, not allowing them to grow on their own terms, and how his final goal as the god of hyperdeath is to reset everything back to 0. he similarly tries to use frisk as a substitute for chara as well, also taking that to its most extreme by pretending that it actually is chara. something something like father like son something something.

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Here you go! I tried my best! (I added in some sigewinne stickers because of ur pfp!)

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.

As Sleeping Amber

Fandom: Phantom Of The Opera 

Characters: regressor!Erik/caring!Chrstine 

Words: 1,100

Summary: Erik wakes up regressed from a nightmare, and Christine is there to comfort him. 

Warnings: nonsexual nudity, trauma (related to abandonment), Christine and Erik are married, religious imagery, passing references to their first meeting (and therefore their age difference). 

Notes: Title is from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet LXXXI. This fic draws from both the musical and the book, in a bit of a chaotic mix! 

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