#CG Philza

[littlebabyself]

cg!philza headcannons!

+some cg!Mumza headcannons

-Lots of night time cuddles

-Good at caring for multiple littles at once  

-His fridge is COVERED in your drawings

-tells you all about his adventures 

-Cleans up after your messes becuase you’re just a little tot 

-Builds you wooden doll houses

-Prints whatever coloring pages you ask for

-Mumza babysits when he has to go do something 

-He puts you down for naps after lunch 

-Mumza plays pretend with you because Philza isn’t very imaginative

-old man vibes

-when he picks you up he says “up we go” 

-very strict about things like,

 eating enough, tantrums, harmful behaviors, bedtime, etc. but never mean about it

-won’t give in to crying

-lots of play dates with other littles

-will watch baby shows with you

-he loves you more than anything in the world and he shows you it. He loves his little baby so much

-he was a bit nervous and somewhat bad at caregiving at first but now he’s the one everyone goes to for advice.

-wraps his wings around his littles 

-makes nests for his birdies

-very soothing voice

-not very good at playing pretend

-He grows veggies in his garden 

-fine with changing diapers and pull ups if needed

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‘What’re you doing silly? Blocks don’t go in our mouths sweetheart.’

‘you hungry squirt? yea? alright we’ll hit McDonald’s on the way back’

‘Mnm, no ma’am/sir. you’ve gotta nap. You don’t wanna mamaza to be upset.

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[babibrew]

Cg!Philza R!Wilbur moodboard for @tybeanybabie !!

Sorry this took so long, I misread your ask at first but the fixed one looked bad imo so have both?

[maidofhearteditz]

DAVESPROTEF davespribe.. anything with davesprite.... mainly cg stuff Prettiest Pleaase..

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3833< Caregiver!Davesprite stimboard with themes of birds, the outdoors, caring, and orange! 38D

(B33< WAIT he would actually be such a good CG- :0)

(3833< Will RB with non paci ver soon!)

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B33< Sources ->

[endy2eepy]

Agere Headcanons 🌙

Under the cut are my head cannons from some fandoms I'm in!

I'll update as I come up with more

Please note before reading: some of the media these characters are from are

A problematic (and I don't support the creators),

B not appropriate for all ages (please be cautious when consuming any new media I'm a regressed headspace. much of this is stuff I wouldn't consume in my headspace, only outside of it- but would still consume agere related content of)

Dream SMP

✨ C!Tommy - Baby/toddler regressor

his discs are a comfort item

✨ Ghostbur - Baby/toddler regressor

✨ C!Aimsey and C!Slimesicle - Kiddo regressors

✨ C!Ranboo - Flip (Toddler regressor and Tommys' CG)

✨ C!Techno blade - Flip (Baby and young teen regressor, but also has babysat Tommy and Ghostbur)

✨ C!Tubbo and C!Philza - Caregivers (for Ranboo and Techno respectively)

Boyfriends WEBTOON

✨ Nerd - Baby/toddler regressor

✨ Goth - Flip (young teen regressor and CG)

✨ Prep - Flip (CG and occasional kiddo regressor)

Heartstopper

✨ Charlie - Many ages regressor

✨ Nick - Charlie’s CG

✨ Darcy - Kiddo regressor

✨ Tara - Toddler regressor

✨ Elle - Tara & Darcy’s CG

She also babysits Charlie sometimes when Nick can't be there for him

✨ Tao - Not a regressor or caregiver but plays with the littles so Elle will "take care" of him too cause he's an attention thief lol

✨ Tori - Doesn't really have a caregiver headspace, but Charlie's her brother and she loves him so obviously if he needs someone to take care of him she's gonna be there for him

usually she's just there for him by calling Nick or Elle, but still

She does have lots of his coloring pages and doodles hung in her room though

Angel Hare

✨ Angel Gabby is a CG obviously

That's not a head cannon that's her entire purpose in the series but I just wanna mention how much I love Angel Hare and how there's not enough regression content around it (or fan content in general)

Hazbin Hotel

✨ Angel Dust - Flip (Many ages regressor and caregiver)

he has a really bad habit of pulling himself out of littlespace and into caregiver mode if anyone is small and unwatched, even if he really needs to regress himself

but with the abundance of cgs and babysitters in the hotel they're mostly able to keep him from doing that when he needs the baby time himself

✨ Husk - Angel's CG

he's new to it and doesn't fully understand but as long as Angel's happy he's happy

✨ Charlie - Flip (Toddler regressor and babysitter)

✨ Vaggie - Flip (Charlie's GC and teen regressor)

✨ Pentious - Kiddo/Toddler regressor

✨ Niffty - Kiddo regressor

✨ Alastor - Babysitter

he doesn't think he's very good at it even though he is

so if someone slips around him he'll baby them but also run to go get their CG or Rosie if either is available because he doesn't think he can take care of them good enough

the littles (especially niff) all like when al takes care of them but he doesn't really believe that

✨ Rosie - Babysitter (? she's a cg for sure but she doesn't have one specific little so I think that makes her a babysitter???)

✨ Cherri - Toddler/Kiddo regressor

Angels sibby obviously

✨ The Vees

oh god it's so toxic it really needs its own post

I'll try to sum it up here

basically Vox has been a regressor for a long time, since before Val was even around and shortly after they started dating he explained it to him and Val was like "hey I wanna try that too!" and Vox was like "great when I'm not regressed I can be your caregiver" but Val started expecting Vox to be big for him all the time and Vox doesn't ever get a chance to regress when Vals around

Even if Val isn't regressed he still reprimands Vox for regressing even though he pretended to be accepting at first and even tried it for himself

Vel babies Vox when Val isn't around but that's not often

Can you tell this HC is a vent? about a real life relationship I was in? and then another real life relationship I was in?

OMORI

✨ Basil - All ages regressor

He's also autistic but that's not what this post is about

✨ Sunny - Caregiver

"(2/18 MY BIRTHDAY): SUNNY playing a video game on the couch. SUNNY is a little shy, but he's a really good listener. I always end up venting to him when I get upset or stressed. Sometimes I feel like I'm bothering him, but he never seems to mind." -Basil's photo album

✨ I think Aubrey regresses but I'm not sure what age

✨ Kel might too but idk he's kinda just like that

✨ Hero - Babysitter

Dead Poets Society (these are old and I don't remember why I thought them or know how much I still agree tbh)

✨ Todd & Charlie - Littles

✨ Meeks & Pitts - Flips

✨ Neil - Caregiver

DHMIS (these are old and I don't remember why I thought them or know how much I still agree tbh)

Yellow Guy - Little

Red Guy - Caregiver

Centaur World (these are old and I don't remember why I thought them or know how much I still agree tbh)

Horse & Gebbrey - Littles

Wammawink & Glendale - Flips

the old ones don't have ages cause I didn't think about it that much back then leave me alone okay 😭

[littlest-nightingale]

hi if ur takin requests, may i pls request a moodboard for a toddler philza (dsmp)? w hints of cg techno if u can. thank uuu

I miss them </3

[mysterious-gizem]

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Hii!!

Welcome to my blog ^w^

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Ask's are open, and Request's are more than welcome!

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Friends/Moots:

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@fruitydraws

@cgs-8

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Chained Monster

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Techno, Tiny!Philza, Tiny!Quackity, Tiny!Awesamdude.

Warning/s: (???)

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A God With No Control

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!Techno.

Warning/s: Mentions of Abuse, Cringe(/hj)

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Blue or Black?

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!Ghostbur, Tiny!Awesamdude.

Warning/s: (???)

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The Decimate of Human's

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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You Cry, I Die

Giant!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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Sacrificed || Part One

Sacrificed || Part Two

Sacrificed || Part Three

Giant!Dream, Giant!Badboyhalo, Tiny!Quackity, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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Sticky Situation

Giant!Tubbo, Borrower!Ranboo.

Warning/s: (???)

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A Forced Revelation

Borrower!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap, Borrower!George.

Warning/s: (???)

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A Pixie, and A Human

Tiny!Tommy, Giant!Wilbur.

Warning/s: (???)

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Odd One Out || Part One

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Puffy, Tiny!Bad, Tiny!Schlatt.

Odd One Out || Part Two

Odd One Out || Part Three

Warning/s: (???)

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Curious Creature

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Karl.

Warning/s: (???)

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Hectic Housemates

Giant!Quackity, Giant!Dream, Giant!George, Borrower!Sapnap, Borrower!Karl.

Warning/s: (???)

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Tiny Mages', Big Mistake

Giant!Dream, Tiny!George.

Warning/s: (???)

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Trading Places

Giant!Quackity, Giant!Sapnap, Borrower!Karl.

Warning/s: (???)

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Unexpected Encounter

Giant!Philza, Giant!Techno, Borrower!Tommy.

Warning/s: (???)

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I Can't Patch You Up...

DragonHybrid!Dream.

Warning/s: (???)

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Quit Pretending Idiot

God!Dream.

Warning/s: (???)

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[unhonest-iago]

Dream SMP Fic Masterlist

DSMP as Bohemian Rhapsody

Not in Kansas Anymore; Aimsey gets isekai'd to origins smp

Star's a Witch!; hcs about Aimsey practicing witchcraft

You're My Wonderwall; CG!Awesamdude, Little!Foolish, Little!Reader + beach day [GN]

Dirty Laundry; Puffy finds out Schlatt cheated on her

I’m Just Like You; Michael’s feeling self conscious about his eye socket so Tubbo enlists the help of Captain Puffy to show him he’s not the only one without an eye

Insomniac Vulpe; How I think Fundy would act after the March 30th dream

Zoom Call; Teacher au, students realize Dream & George don't hate each other when teaching goes to online

Wasting My Youth; Dream helps Sapnap sneak back into the house after his date w/ y/n [GN]

You're such a Backstabber; the villain (SBI) shoots the person (Dream) next to the hero (George) instead

Older Brother Vibes; Headcanons about Dream being Reader's older brother [GN]

Steampunk Duo; Tina commissions Foolish to create a pair of wings for Hannah some time after she loses her elytra

Soulmates; Soulmate au + Foolish [GN]

Kids In Love; Foolish takes Tina as his date to a Ball

Windsor’s Knot; Schlatt teaches Fundy how to tie a tie

Kip; 'Don’t call me that, you lost that privilege a long time ago.'

Reckless Nights; Yogurt finds a box of Fundy's old stuff from L'Manberg days

Wanna Know My Name?; Reader reveals their govt. name to Fundy [GN]

Astérix; Fundy visits Mumza’s temple after his stint of astral projecting to Australia

Better Wash my Mouth out with Soap; Reader panics after a bit of miscommunication with some online friends and Fundy comforts them [GN]

Caregiver Fundy Hcs [GN]

You Know Dutch?; Fundy compliments the reader in Dutch not realizing the Reader can understand him

Negative Rizz; Fundy teleports to QSMP and ends up crushing on Cellbit

Monikers; Fundy wants a nickname from Felps that isn't fox boy. Or Felps learns more about Fundy over a night of drinking.

Or my fist will put you out; Fundy not able to lull Yogurt to sleep, goes to his dad (Revivedbur) for help

You’re So Fucking Pretty; Fundy's meets reader at a house party and later is the one that got away [GN]

Meeting Mumza; SBI meets Mumza in her in-between realm

Meeting Mumza Pt. 2; Fundy meets Mumza after a near death experience as a kit

Where the Wild Things are

Only in the Photographs

Yee Yee Kidnaps the Yip Yip; Sapnap kidnaps Fundy for a family reunion

Cathartic; Fundy catches Dream cheating on him w/ George

Foxtrap; Fundy gets caught in reader's hunting trap and eventually decides to let him go [GN]

Shifter; Headcanons/stuff George has in his shifting to Hogwarts script

Go White Boy Go

As Sly as a Fox; Niki but as the female victor from district 5 in The Hunger Games

Carmen; An imagine based around the song Carmen by Lana Del Rey. Starts off w/ Niki being a famous singer and regular at a bar that Minx bartends for

Can I Please Have a Waffle?; Reader take SBI to Waffle House [GN]

Lollipop; Philza stops Reader from eating a lollipop stick [GN]

Play Date with the Babysitter; Phil is asked to babysit Tommy, Techno and Wilbur. Tommy ends up making a microwave cake in a mug, bickering ensues.

Time-Sick; Philza discovers Reader is also immortal after a drunken slip-up during a night of trivia pursuit [GN]

Braids; Philza braids a young Techno’s hair

Birds & the Bees; Reader receives the bird & the bees talk from Philza, Techno, & Schlatt (separately) [GN]

SBI Movie Night

Tiktoker! Punz

Red means I Love You; The bit from Suicide Squad (2021) where Harley spends the day with the president and then ends up killing him due to a red flag [GN]

Bad Hair Day; Sapnap helps trans! y/n detangle his hair after seeing how tangled it's gotten [Male]

Rodeo! Sapnap Headcanons [GN]

Rabbit’s Foot; Origins Tommy dies trying to kill Techno in attempts to claim a rabbit’s foot for an unknown contractor

Interview [GN]

You’re a Mean One Mr. Soot; The song from The Grinch but written as if it were about Wilbur

London Boy; Basically I love London Boy as a Wilbur song so here’s y/n singing it as a little dedication to him during karaoke night w/ friends. [GN]

If I was…; Reader convinces Wilbur to do the one If I was... TikTok trend [GN]

You Promised! [GN]

Oh, the Less I know the Better; Reader has a booth at the Green Festival and gives Vikk a tarot reading as to possibly warn him and Lazar about their upcoming deaths [Fem]

When The Grimm Reaper Knocks; Vikk & Lazar's deaths expanded upon

[dragon-queen21]

F requests are stil open can i request a papa philza moodbord? No specific smp buh stufs with nests and stuff please an thank u ms dwagon

Thank you very much for this request little one. My brain went instantly into cg mode for no apparent reason upon reading this and I had a lot of fun doing this. I hope you enjoy <3

[forrests-waterfall]

Little!Tommy and CG!SBI // RPF

A/N : Okay so I apologize if this writing is just everywhere. I just really wanted to get this done because it was a self comfort fic aa. I’m hoping that if I do enough small writings, it’ll help me improve! (Because I took a long long break from writing before this blog pff) Hope you enjoy none the less. (Is that how you use that sentence? I dunno). Also the place I talk about Tommy wanting to see is not an actual build on the Origins SMP.

Also, not edited!! There may be misspells!! And this does not represent the entire “Tubbo replaced Tommy with Ranboo” thing at all. I don’t like those kinds of things, so please don’t relate it to that. And this is based off their Internet personalities if that makes sense??

TW/CW : Cursing, the nicknames kiddo and bubs

It was a good stream with the bench trio so far, the three of them just hanging out and poking fun at one another from time to time. Basically just the normal for the three.

It had been just them talking for about an hour or so, but they ended up deciding they were going to hop on the Origins SMP. Tubbo and Ranboo needed to fix stuff around the server and Tommy would follow them around, probably making fun of little stuff that didn’t make sense.

It was fun for all of them, especially Tommy since he hadn’t been on the Origins SMP much. It was cool to see all the stuff everyone built.

“Burn bitch!” Tommy’s avatar hit Tubbo’s with a diamond sword, making the other’s health go down. “I didn’t even do anything that time!” Ranboo let out a laugh at the other two—he then attacked Tommy’s character with his own weapon. “Sorry, Tommy! I have to do it for the content”

Tommy let out a groan, “excuses! It just cause you two are fucking married so you have to be like ‘oh I’m Ranboo, and I love a man platonically who likes eating DIRT with bees. And I must protect him’” The teen raised his voice higher so it sounded like he was mocking the other.

“Bees don’t eat dirt”

They continued messing around on the server, Tommy proceeded to do the same thing he was doing.

Though, he noticed a building on the SMP that caught his eye. He hadn’t seen it before so he had to go to it.

“Hey, let’s-“

“Ranboo we have to go over there to get the right materials”

The blond raised an eyebrow, and then went to the other’s characters.

Deciding what he wanted to explore wasn’t that important anymore, he followed them.

The other two just needed smelted stone for—whatever reason. Tommy wasn’t listening, he was focused on something else.

While on the way back to where they were, they passed by the place again. Since it was on the way, it wouldn’t be too much of an interruption to what the other two were doing. And he didn’t want to go alone, plus he needed someone to tell him what the hell it was.

“Mr.Ranboob, I think we shoul-“ “that’s cobblestone Tubbo!” The brunet looked at what the other was holding, which was definitely not smooth stone. Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp, “what??”

Letting out a soft sigh, he knew they’d be taking another trip. So he went along with it again.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a building in a game. He could always see what it was another time.

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This went on for another two hours.

Tommy continued to be interrupted due to the other two needing to do something. And he didn’t want to get in the middle of what they wanted to do.

The teen always shook it off as what he wanted to do was not that important, and it wouldn’t be entertaining for the viewers for Tommyinnit to look at a new build he hadn’t seen.

Though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him.

He just wanted to see the colorful arrangement of blocks! Was that so much to ask? Plus it had some flowers around it, it was pretty!

“Alright let’s go over here” Tommy whined at another instruction, at this point he felt like an extra. Not because it was them two doing stuff together, but because he wasn’t helping. He wasn’t adding on to anything, except some commentary.

But he wanted to do more than that! But after he saw the thing he wanted to see, but that wasn’t happening. So he couldn’t help but get distracted by what his mind seemed to be fixated on. (Aka, the structure.)

Luckily for Tommy, he wasn’t streaming. So nobody could see that he had his knees up to his chest, and that his eyes were a bit glassier than normal.

And they definitely couldn’t see him chewing on his fingers with his non vacant hand.

He was tired, mentally and physically. He wanted to be listened to, not ignored whether it was intentional or not. (Of course he knows it’s not intentional, those are his best friends! But he’s still upset about it.)

The now mentally younger let out a small whine, this wasn’t fair! They were barley paying any attention to him at all. “Tommy?” The little perked his head up and looked towards Ranboo’s character. He hadn’t noticed he was spaced out for so long. “Yeah?” “You were quiet so I was just checking up on you”

Tommy let out a long exhale before speaking, “I was doing big man shit! Somethin’ you wouldn’t understand, Ran-boo”

The other two let out a fit of laughter while Tommy took his other hand away from the mouse.

Acting big wasn’t fun and just hurt him in a way he couldn’t describe. He hated it. He wanted Wilby, and Techie, and Ph-

“I gotta get off. Mum is asking me to do the dishes”

He waited for a response, hopefully they didn’t question why is was so random. “alright! Bye Tommy!” “Bye Tommy!! Say bye to Tommy, chat!”

The blond let out a few giggles before clicking his mouse and ending the call. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the group chat with the other sleepy bois.

He pressed the call button, not thinking if his friends were busy or not. He just wanted his caregivers right now, that’s all that mattered to him.

He messed with his fingers nervously while listening to the call ring. Surely someone could answer, right?

His doubts were cut off rather quickly by a familiar voice speaking up, “Hey Toms! Is everything alright? It’s not usual for you to call out of nowhere”

The little let out a small whimper again, too shy to explain what was going on. Though, Wilbur caught on quickly. He immediately shifted into caregiver mode, “Bubs, what’s wrong? Did something happen during the stream, bud?” Tommy messed with his fingers some more before chewing on them once again.

“Ah ah, go get your pacifier, Toms. Then you can tell me about what happened”

The mentally (and physically) younger got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby dresser. He grabbed ahold of his red and black pacifier and went back to his desk. “Good job! Now can you tell me what’s up, bubs?” Tommy messed around with his pacifier, since he had something other than his hands to distract him.

“Tub an ‘Boo ignorin’ me” he raised the pacifier up to his mouth, “don’ think they meanin’ to though”

Wilbur nodded at the response, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, why don’t I tell Ranboo and Tubbo how it made you feel, yeah? I’ll let them know after the stream. I’m sure they didn’t mean it”

Tommy looked up at the camera, “no! Theys gon’ think I’m c’ybaby. An’ then theys gon’ be sad cause they made me sad” he curled into a ball on his chair and put his pacifier in his mouth. Wilbur let out a small “ah” to show he understood.

“They won’t call you a crybaby, Toms.” The older took a second to think, “They’ll be happy that you told them though. So then they’ll know what they were doing to make a little one like you, upset”

The little seemed to think for a moment and then nodded his head as an, “okay”.

Discord made a noise from Tommy’s computer, notifying the two that someone else had joined. The blond smiled as Technoblade’s icon lit up, almost immediately he made grabby hands at the camera.

“Techie!!”

The older let out a soft laugh, you could tell he was smiling from behind the screen. “Hey, bubs. Do we have a little kiddo today?” Tommy giggled and nodded his head. Technoblade turned on his camera, he knew when Tommy was regressed it tended to make him comfier if he could see everyone.

“I’m sure Phil will be here in just a second, I was just on the call with him” he stopped to take a breathe, “and I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see little Tom Toms”

The little let out another small fit of giggles before standing up from his chair and grabbing ahold of a raccoon stuffie. He brought it back to his desk and held it up to the camera. “Look!! His name Racco!!” Tommy excitedly announced, basically bouncing in his chair. “He’s adorable, bubs! Is that the one Phil got you?” The mentally younger nodded as he played with the Raccoon’s tail.

Tommy looked up at his screen as he heard someone join, it was Phil!!

“Phil look!! ‘S name is Racco!!”

“Oh! You already named him, huh?” Phil had ordered him a new plushie since he had been doing good. It was a small gift from the older. “Mhm!!”

“Heyyy! I thought we agreed I’d give him his next stuffed animal” Wilbur fake pouted as he crossed his arms, “you took too long” Phil replied, letting out a chuckle.

Wilbur was going to get him a new stuffie too?? Wait huh? Tommy’s eyes lit up, “new stuffie from Wilby??” Wilbur replied with a nod, “yep! We can talk about that tomorrow though, there’s someone who wants to talk to you” the younger tilted his head to the side confused. “Well, two people”

Wilbur added Ranboo and Tubbo to the call after the stream had ended (after asking them of course). Tubbo spoke up first, “I’m sorry Toms, I didn’t know we made you upset and we didn’t mean to.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, “yeah. We apologize, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”

The blond thought about what they said for a moment before having a fake little conversation with his stuffie. “Shoul we fo’give them? They seems sorry” he whispered to his stuffie as he made the plush pat him on the arm, basically saying yes.

The little looked back at the camera and made a thumbs up. “Is okay! I fo’give you.” He seemed to think for a moment, “I will super fo’give you if you buys me a new sweater!!” everyone in the call laughed, “will do, kiddo”

Tommy then rambled on and on about a new cartoon him and Techno watched together the other night. They all listened and asked questions about it, and Tommy eventually forgot about what happened earlier. Plus, it didn’t matter anymore. They said sorry and it was all better!!

Soon enough, Tommy let out a small yawn as his eyes threatened to close.

“Aw, is bubs tired from his long day today?” Wilbur’s voice softened as the little looked away, “no! Not tired!!”

“You sure, Toms? You can always talk to us tomorrow if you want.” Techno explained while adjusting his headphones.

“Nope! Don’ wanna”

“But Toms, you can play allllll day tomorrow if you do! Wouldn’t you want to spend more time with Racco?”

The little looked at his plush before looking back at the camera. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Otay”

“Alright, go ahead and get changed into some comfier clothes.”

“Yeah! Me and Ranboo have to go but it was really nice talking to you, kiddo! Goodnight” Tubbo smiled at the camera before waving. Tommy waved back as the two left the call.

He then turned off his camera and changed into a blue onesie with a rocket ship pattern on it.

He turned his camera back on, “good job, bubs! Can you try and switch over to your phone for me?

Tommy grabbed ahold of his phone and pulled up the discord group chat, with a click of a button he joined the call on his phone.

He went over to his bed with the Raccoon plush and pulled the covers over himself.

Everyone had turned their camera’s off by now.

“Goodnight, little Tom Tom. Sweet Dreams. We’ll be here when you wake up”

“Ni Ni”

Tommy then closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Today was a good day for little Tommy.

[littlebabyself]

If you do headcanons, can u do a cg!ranboo headcanon?

- @plushchi-regression

OMG YES ID LOVE TO!!!

RANBOO CG HEADCANNONS!!

remember these are just my opinions and headcannons, any headcannons you have are also valid!!

They originally had no idea what regression was but philza explained it to them when they saw tommy regressing

Caregiving is therapeutic to them how refreshing is therapeutic to littles sometimes.

they love playing games with their little. Especially Mario themed things.

they always worry what content their little is consuming, whether it be tv, social media, games, ext.

they love to do art and crafts, they do anything their little asks. Tubbo usually wants finger paints, tommy likes making birdhouses, Wilbur likes painting, ext, ext.

they also love taking their littles to amusement parks like Nintendo, studio ghibli land, and Harry Potter world. If their little one has a favorite fandom and it has a theme park then they’ll drive and or fly countless hours to go there with them.

ranboo is very good at tea parties and playing with stuffies. They have lots of different voices and personalities for them and they ALWAYS remember.

they call their littles sweet nicknames like baby, little one, sweet pea, ender, and stuff like that. They also have specialized ones for peoples names like tubaby or tubby, and Tom Tom, and wilby. They just really love sweet names.

they love to play dress up with their littles no matter the gender.

They usually only care for one little at a time so they can give that regressor their full attention with lots of cuddles and playing and naps and lots of yummy snacks.

They tend to avoid physical touch from most people but they hug and cuddle littles and kiss their cheeks.

Hiiii hope these were okay! My brain always checks out halfway through these lollll

[babibrew]

could i request a moodboard for cg philza and regressor technoblade? thank you!

Cg!Philza R!Technoblade moodboard for anon !!

[agerezuko]

Caregiver!Philza and Age Regressor!Technoblade HCs

Philza didn’t think Techno talked when regressed except for the occasional “Da’za”, mostly he just points to what he wants or makes various snorts and huffs. After a while of caring for him though he realised… huh… the snorts… Was that Piglin? So he records the ones he recognises the most and plays them back for Techno when he’s out of headspace and a Very Embarrassed Technoblade relays to him that he was basically saying the Piglin equivalents of “hungwy”, “blankie” and “wan’ dada”

Regressed Techno isn’t allowed to touch Philzas wings because lack of motor control and general curiosity do not mix with wings, but!! If he’s been a very good boy all day long the two of them sit down in front of the fire and very carefully, and little clumsily, Techno will run his hands through the giant feathers and get lost in the way they shine and fluff out.

Techno has a small collection (about 10-15) of illustrated mythology books. He’s gotten one for himself, one he thought was ‘cool enough’ to have even when not regressed and the rest are gifts from Philza and Ranboo.

Techno loves being read to and will even ‘help’ Philza out. Pointing to pictures and babbling in a combination of baby level Piglin and English. Nothing he says makes sense but Philza asks him questions and nods along to his noises, telling him “Good job, little piglet!”

Technos favourite way to read is at bedtime when he can snuggle up close to Philza with his bottle of warm honey milk and giant black wings carefully folded up around the both of them, blocking out the rest of the world.

[baby-n-boo]

Not Alone- kid!wilbur, older kid!techno, very little kid!tommy, even smaller kid!tubbo, dad!za.

The sun rose bright and warm on the small cottage in the forest, shining familiarly through the thin curtains to wake the thirteen-year-old splayed across his bed, legs tangled in the blue, sheep printed sheets that were a little too small for the bed itself. He groaned, and rolled over, almost falling off the bed as he moved, it being far too early to be awake, especially on a lazy day such as this one. It wasn’t like he had anything to do, no school, no sparring practice, not even any chores. A perfect day to stay in bed until the sun went away again.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t afforded that luxury, as his door was thrown open, slamming against the wall as it swung, and the cool dawn breeze washed over his exposed skin, ruffling his hair gently. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” an excitable voice squeaked, before a weight threw itself at the bed, making it bounce wildly. Coughing, with a breathless “oof”, he couldn’t help but open his eyes now, to see the almost-vibrating form of his younger brother, a grin splitting his face almost in half. “oh, hey Will.” he muttered, wearily, and reaching for his glasses. “What’s, uh...what's up?” Fighting back a yawn, sure he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep now the kid had invaded.

Wilbur bounced again, his hands flapping excitedly, as he grinned. “It’s my birfday! Happy birfday to me, happy birfday to me!” he squeaked, starting to sing as he slid back off the bed and started spinning in circles while singing. “Techy! Sing with me!” he gasped, holding his hands out towards his brother eagerly, making it hard for the teen to refuse, as he smiled weakly. “I’m getting up, don’t worry.” Techno assured, as he slithered reluctantly out of bed, pulling on the first shirt to reach his hands- one of Phil’s donated pieces- and took Wilbur’s quivering hand. “Yeah, uh...” he started, not really singing, though the nine-year-old didn’t seem to mind. “Ha-Happy Birthday, I guess?” he sounded tentative, like he hadnt quite done it right.

“Yay! Thank You!” Will’s grin only got bigger, showing the gap where his front tooth used to be, as he dragged Techno towards the bedroom door. “Cummon, Techy! Everyone else ‘s already up! Dad sent me to come get youuuuu.” He couldn’t stop talking, excitement flowing through his very veins, at the very premise of a birthday. Techno didn’t quite understand what was so important about it, or what significance it held, especially if it meant waking up so ridiculously early on a summer morning. Still, he muffled his groan as the sunlight streaming through the front windows hit his eyes, trying his hardest to smile encouragingly whenever the kid looked back to him. Even as his head pounded and his broken glasses dug into the bridge of his nose.

Seeing the rest of the group sat about the coffee table, which had been piled high with presents, Techno couldn’t help but wrap his free arm about his chest, as it ached. Tommy was bouncing almost as much as WIlbur, holding a small, sloppily wrapped bundle tight in his lap, like it was precious, whilst Tubbo, the youngest of the boys, was sat, wedged right up against the edge of the couch, nervously gripping Phil’s sleeve as he saw the eldest be dragged in. Phil, himself, had taken a comfortable seat right in the centre of the couch, a sheepish smile on his face as he saw Techno’s bewildered face. “Hey Will? I don’t think he wants to be pulled everywhere?” Phil drew the boy's attention, chuckling slightly as Wilbur rushed an apology, stumbling over the words, and threw himself into the dining chair that had been hastily decorated with some balloons, to signify a birthday boy’s throne.

Trying to clear up the misunderstanding, Techno held up a hand, ignoring how the too-big sleeve flopped over his fingers, and muttered his own apology. “No, really, it’s my fault, I...i wasn’t going fast enough. It’s fine.” The words fell on deaf ears, however, as Phil smiled apologetically for Will’s behaviour, beckoning the eldest of the four over to sit with him. Instead, he elected to sink down, crosslegged onto the floor, leaning awkwardly against an armchair, and hugged his knees to his chest to hide the way it was aching. It wasn’t like it was a new position, he liked to sit on the floor, and Phil had stopped questioning it now, sure he would sit on chairs when he wanted to, but, especially today, he could enjoy the fact the spotlight was as far away from on him as it could possibly be.

Subtly combing his fingers through his bed head, he watched through strands of unruly, candyfloss hair as Will descended like a vulture onto the pile of gifts with Phil’s blessing, surfacing with the biggest one. He looked to the fatherly figure for approval, and, after he received a nod, dug all ten of his fingers into the thin wrapping at the same time, yanking to open it in only the way a nine-year-old really could. Shreds of paper went everywhere, Tubbo giggling as a piece landed squarely on his nose, Will’s eyes racing hungrily over the bundle of brown and black that fell out. “It’s a coat like mine, I thought you might want to have one.” Phil explained, as Will unfolded it to reveal a rather less tattered trench-coat than the one Phil was speaking of, the one hung beside the door. Squealing, he held it tight to his chest, almost tripping as he ran over to Phil, and threw himself at him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm gunna wear it everyday, and ill be so cool!” He promised, ignoring how Phil was laughing openly at how big it was. His hands barely even came to the elbows, the tails dragging on the floor behind him as he excitedly ran to his little brother to show him. “Look, Look, Look, Tommy! I’m so cool!” he yelled, as Tommy almost bounced right out of his seat.

“Uh-huhs! You look awesum, Wilby!” the blond grinned, his hair falling over his eyes as he nodded enthusiastically. Wilbur seemed to glow at the praise, his mind racing a million miles an hour as Tubbo nodded to back up Tommy’s point, the sun seeming to shine specifically on him in that moment. “We’re gunna have such cool adventures! Oh, Dad, Dad, Dad, can I go play? I'll be really good, promise!” Will begged, pointing to the window, through which he could see a few animals milling around, the salmon in the river playing lazily in the sun spots. Phil looked amused, shaking his head a little, as Techno stifled a snort. “Maybe later, lil siren. For now, look! You’ve still got more presents! Tommy, how about you give Will yours next?” He carefully redirected the point, relieved as Tommy gasped, and whirled round to grab the brown paper wrapped bundle from where it had fallen to the cushion during their bouncing.

Pushing the sleeves up, and suddenly looking a whole lot more mature as he did so, Wilbur accepted the gift, graciously thanking his little brother, even as the paper almost fell apart in his hands. He tried his hardest to be gentle with it, especially as Tommy watched on, sure that it was precious. And, as he finally unwrapped it from the tissue paper, and it fell into his hand, he couldn’t help but gasp. A small, hand-engraved locket had fallen into his hand, the chain thin and delicate, as it rippled between his fingers, dangling down. Cautiously opening it, Will smiled wide, faced with a picture of his dad, hand on each of his son’s shoulders, Tubbo sat in front of them, all wearing genuine smiles. That was sweet enough, to have his family staring back at him, but the other side held a picture of a pink haired pre-teen, wearing strangely formal clothes, but recognisable all the same. “Techy! Techy look!” Will smiled, rushing over to thrust it in the half-piglin's face, so he could see. The addition of his own picture in the clearly family-heirloom made Techno’s heart flutter a little, especially as he could tell it had been Phil’s experienced hand that had put it together. He replied with a sof smile, and a quiet “huh, ‘tis me, yeah. Thats pretty cool, Will.”, trying his hardest to catch Phil’s eye to send a grateful look his way, though the old man seemed to be purposefully looking away, a slight blush the onbly sign it had affected him at all.

Gently slipping the chain over his head, Will let the heavy piece rest halfway down his chest, as he headed back to the presents, not seeing how Techno’s eyes had glossed over a little at the gesture. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice as the pile slowly dwindled, more and more activities or toys or clothes spilling out of the bright paper, almost drowning the kid, at least not until a ball of paper caught the side of his head, making him zone back in. Quickly scrubbing at the tears that had, rather embrassingly, slid down his cheeks whilst he hadnt noticed, Techno turned his head towards the perpetrator of the assault, scowling slightly when he saw it had been a laughing Phil.

“That hurt.” he complained bluntly, rubbing at his pointed ear, where it had caught him, adjusting the course strands of hair he had tucked behind said ear, instead of tying it up. “Sorry, son. It’s just, we’ve been calling you for a couple minutes now.” he apologised, rubbing his neck awkwardly, especially as Techno’s eyes widened at the endearment. Before he could question it, however, Phil spoke up again. Or at least, tried to. “I was gunna-” he started, before Wilbur jumped in, having changed from his pyjamas to a loose, hempen shirt and some jeans, with, of course, his precious jacket.

“We’re gunna go play! You wanna come with us?” he enthused, pulling his boots onto the wrong feet in his excitement, and making Phil have to stoop from where he was helping Tommy with his buttons, to swap them over. “Let’s play revolution!” he continued, Tubbo following mutely but happily behind the two boys as they ran to the door, his oversized, hand-me-down green shirt flopping around as he moved. “It’s no fun with just one, two of us! Tubbo doesn’t count when we play, he’s too small.” he protested, as Techno went to shake his head, really not feeling up to playing pretend with the boys that day. He had too much to think about. Phil wasn’t having any of it, though, picking up his sunhat from the hook and calling across the room. “Come on, Tech, We’ll all go, I have to head into town to get something anyway, you can come me if you arent going to play with them.” He left no room to wriggle out, making Techno heave a sigh, and nod, slipping away to his room to change. He could hear the excited screams as Phil opened the door to let all three of the littler kids out, and the following yell to “be nice to Tubbo!” as Tommy obviously left him behind to run into the cooler woods.

It didn’t take long to slip into a light, ruffled front shirt and some black dress pants, Techno feeling more comfortable in the antique style clothes, though he couldn’t help sinking down onto his unmade bed, as his stomach ached harder. It might have been hunger, since he hadnt eaten anything since the previous night, but, hearing the faint whoops of Will as he started up one of his too-complex games, Techno knew it wasn’t anything as physical as that. No, it was much deeper.

Quietly wrapping one arm about his stomach again as he headed out, having shoved on some boots, and thrown his too-long hair into some semblance of out-his-face, he tried to paste on a sort of smile for his adoptive carer, sure he’d never hear the end of it if he showed how much he wanted to frown. He did gain a small eyebrow furrow, but, luckily, Phil had the sense not to push, instead pulling out a wide brimmed straw hat for the easily-burnt half-piglin, and passed it over. “Here, we have to go get the cake for later, I had it made specially by that baker in town.” He was reading off a scribbled grocery list, clutched in one hand as he grabbed a basket with the other, not even looking away from the writing to catch the rest of the stuff trying to tumble out of the cupboard, and shove it back in. Techno nodded quietly, knowing the one he meant, and planning how best to Not-Be-There, since it was probably the busiest store of the waterfront on a normal day, never mind today, when everyone would be seeking pies and pastries for their summer parties. He notoriously wasn’t good with crowds, though he didn’t dare tell Phil this, in case it was a nuisance, instead opting to take a peek at the list, and offer to get something else at the same time.

The sudden burst of helpfullness didn’t escape notice, but, given how much he had to get, Phil didn’t much mind, setting the teen on the job of collecting fruits, and stashed the list away in his pocket, to plot the rest of when they got there. He wasn’t sure how long his boys would be out, but he really didn’t want to keep them waiting too long if they got bored before he got back. Having pre-prepared a tray of snacks and water bottles earlier in the day, he quickly propped the door open with a foot, popping it on the low, end table just outside, for precisely that purpose, before waving a hesitant Techno through with a smile. “Out we come, then.” He joked, pulling out the key to lock the cottage door behind them both, his shoes thudding familiarly on the worn stone step, reminding Techno he wasn’t gunna be going on his own, as he shuffled awkwardly between feet.

He wasn’t used to going out without his cape about his shoulders to help hide him from the world, but even now, he could feel the sun beating down on his shoulders and back, warming him almost to discomfort, even without the thick layer of velvet. He cleared his throat, easily falling into step just behind Phil as they passed the squeaky, broken gate, and straight into the field across the road, taking the wooded path shortcut, much to the relief of the teen, not sure he could have made it all the way up the main road and back today. The rustling of the wheat, and foraging of smaller animals was all that breached the comfortable silence that settled over the two of them as they walked, having established that neither was good at small talk months ago, back when days still came and went in darkness.

They had their own minds for company, for the most part, Phil seeming to hear songs on the wind to hum along to tunelessly whenever he felt like it, and really, Techno wouldn’t have it any other way, especially as it gave him something else to focus on, other than the weird feeling he was struggling to put a name to. He may have squealed slightly as a cow wandered across their path, spooking him a little, and causing Phil to chuckle, squeezing his shoulder a little with his callused hand, but, if he had longed for the warm touch to linger a little longer, well that was between him and the trees.

Before long, the trees thinned out, bit-by-bit, interrupted by houses where they would fit, until, by some strange occurrence, they found themselves stood in the town square, like they had been there all along. Still not used to how sudden it felt, Techno spun gently to get his bearings back, before pulling on the basket. “I’ll...i’ll go to the market, if you want to go get the cake before it gets too busy?” he offered, flinching at the merchants hawking their wares at the top of their lungs only a little ways away. Phil nodded, seeing an opportunity to join the three-person queue, hurrying off with barely another word than “Meet back here”, leaving Techno stood, clutching the basket to his chest, in the middle of the path.

Luckily, most people knew Phil, and so, by extension, Techno, in this small village, shaking their heads good-naturedly as he wandered the stalls, looking for the carrots. Trying to ease the furrowed brow he always seemed to wear, they called out jokes, or offered discounts, but he mostly kept his head down, shoving the number of vegetables he needed into the basket, and holding out the money to the appropriate local merchant. Really, he needed to buy Will a gift, since he had flat-out forgotten what the day was, and he really didn’t want to give Phil a reason to put him back out on the street where he had found him.

Finding he barely had enough coins left in the small pouch Phil had handed him for a hunk of cheese, Techno sighed, dejected, sure he was going to have to pick a flower and pretend it was important, and turned to leave. His last hope was a new stall, tucked right in the corner, boasting rare and wonderful treasures he was sure would be cheap tat. Sidling up to the stall, he tried not to be intimidated by the trader keeping their head shrouded in the shadow of their green cloak, and instead, muttered “Do...Do you have anything for a handful of bronze?” like it was something to be ashamed of. The merchant gasped, pulling back the blanket that had covered their wares previously, to show a distinct lack of prices. “Anything here may be purchased for your budget.” He spoke smoothly, as if luring Techo into making a mistake.

For the most part, he had been right, it was cheap tat, painted bright colors to attract fools. But leaning up against the side of the rickety shelf, stood a gleaming wooden instrument, as if begging to be bought, as if it wanted to be played. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing it was perfect for Wilbur, no questions asked. Pointing to it, he nodded. “I want that.” he spoke bluntly, leaving no room for error, watching as the strange merchant picked up in a gloved hand, and inspected it. “Ah, yes, a wonderful choice. I am sure it will be in good hands. That will be five bronze then.” He held out the spare hand, for Techno to upend the coin purse into, watching as five scuffed, browning circles fell out. Snapping the hand shut before he could take the coins back, the strange merchant lifted the instrument over the desk to Techno, knocking back his hood in the process. “Very good.” He spoke, not seeming to notice as Techno backed away, eyes transfixed on the smiling mask he wore over his own face.

Slinging the carrying strap of the instrument over his shoulder, Techno took off running, the basket of carrots banging against his leg as he moved, only daring to look back when he got to the familiar vegetable stalls he had grown up with. The merchant was gone, only a dusty corner left where he had once been, as if it had all been imagined. Rubbing his eyes, behind the broken rims of his glasses, Techno panted, sinking down onto the bench he had been told to meet Phil back at, and tried to calm himself by rubbing his fingers up and down the thick material of the strap. It didn’t make any sense, but, shaking it off as the old man walked up with a carefully balanced patisserie box, he stood and smiled, holding up the basket. “Got ‘em.” he spoke quietly, feeling slightly better at Phil’s affirming smile of praise.

“We should hurry back, Tommy’s attention span isnt too long.” Phil chuckled, speaking fondly about his middle son, shuffling the box to a more sustainable position. “Then, cake! Which I'm sure everyone is excited for!” Techno nodded softly, watching as the baker’s daughter, Niki, ran across the square, chasing pigeons and laughing. She was only a few years younger than Will, but somehow she looked so much smaller, more innocent. He only hoped the best for her. Hoped she would grow up loved and cared for.

Pulling his attention back to the present, he saw Phil had already strated walking, hurrying to catch up with him, and walk in time. The journey was so much quicker on the way back, the path clear of wandering cows, Techno even finding some suspicious looking mushrooms he might have been able to make a soup out of, just growing at the foot of a tree. He didn’t dare pick them, knowing how many people walked their dogs through the wood, but he did make a mental note to research them in one of Phil’s many books when he got some free time.

Soon enough, they were heading back through the wheat, greeted by three tired looking kids, as they lazed about in varying levels of sleepiness on the front lawn. Laughing as Wilbur instantly perked up at the cake box, Phil ushered his boys aside, handing the heavy and cool box to Techno whilst he unlocked the door, trusting him with the responsibility. He didn’t take it back as everyone rushed in, either, letting Techno go last so he could get the box onto the dining table with minimal little kid help. It was a nice feeling, especially as Phil got everyone cleaned up and seated, giving the eldest the honor of opening the box, to reveal a white frosting covered cake, “Happy Birthday, Wilbur” piped on the top with yellow, cursive icing. Practically bouncing off the walls, Wilbur begged his dad to let him have some now, to which Phil reluctantly relented, moving to get plates and a knife to cut the cake with, with the warning they were only allowed a small slice, so they would still eat their lunch. Tommy didn’t seem particularly pleased with the news, protesting “but daaaaaad” loudly, giving Will the perfect opportunity to start talking Techno’s ear off.

“Birfdays are the bestest! I want it to be a birfday everyday! You get cake, and presents, and....and....cake!” he smiled wide, humming happily to himself as Techno offered a tight smile, the feeling only getting worse. “When is your birfday, Techy?” Will asked curiously, as Phil came back with a stack of chipped mismatched plates, and a small utensil to cut the cake with. “Yeah, actually, Tech, when /is/ your birthday? I havent seen you celebrate...” Phil chimed in, seemingly confused when Techno slumped, shaking his head a little.

“I...i,uh, don’t have one?” Techno whispered, flinching as Tommy yelled “What!” at full volume. “Everyone has birfday.” Wilbur seemed confused, especially as Techno shook his head. “Not me. I don’t know when mine is. My family never told me.” He continued, eyes flicking to Phil, who was frozen in panic-stricken thought. Wilbur nodded quietly for a moment, then leaning over a dozing Tubbo towards the cake, and smeared his finger in the icing, rubbing out his name from it, leaning back grinning with his icing coated finger in his mouth. “There. It can be today.” he spoke as if it was that easy, Techno gaping at how kind the gesture had been, his mind not caught up enough to protest, not even as Will pulled the locket from around his neck, and put it round his brother’s. “Happy birfday, Techy, from your family.”

[dsmp-agere-stuff]

Little!Ranboo HCs? I imagine Phil or Techno taking care of him and also Tubbo!

Yep! Also, to the people who requested Fics, I’ll get to those in a bit- I’ll try to get the master list updated on Monday, but we’ll see

Tw: none

-Really quiet

-he just wants to doodle!!!

-he literally can’t walk he will fall over

-Techno has gotten used to giving him piggy back rides

-he can’t sit still, though, so Techno complains about how much he squirms

-doesn’t stop him from carrying him miles tho

-Phil just walks next to them and holds Ranboo’s grass block for him as they go

-Ranboo needs so many hugs but he has to bend over or sit down to get them

-you’ll sometimes see baby Ranboo drop onto the ground then hold his arms out

-Phil finds this the cutest thing ever!! He just drops, Tech!! Look at him!!

-Tubbo and the commune have like a shared custody deal

-Tubbo is free to take Ranboo wherever though, but he has to bring some form of transport for him

-Ranboo loves ear pets so much- hugs and eat pets please-

[little-ones-agere]

Revivedbur's Return

Littles: Wilbur and Reader

CG's: Technoblade and Philza

Trigger warnings: descriptions of anxiety, disassociating, and derealization.

Despite how angsty this is, it has a pretty fluffy ending.

You heard that Wilbur was back from the dead. You didn't know how to handle this news. You were fidgety, antsy, and having a hard time sitting still. You were in the middle of an anxiety fueled cleaning binge of your small cabin in the snowy area near Techno's home. You were even starting to have difficulty sleeping again. You should be happy to see Wilbur, but you heard that he had come back different. Come back wrong, worse than he was during Pogtopia. You looked down at your hands, noticing they were starting to shake. You decide to take a break from cleaning for now and sink to the floor feeling exhausted. You were starting to tic a bit but nothing too bad right now.

You probably needed to regress, but you just couldn't; you didn't want to be anxious while regressed or bother anyone. Right now Techno and Philza were out gathering materials for some mysterious building project, he had asked if you wanted to join them, but you had politely declined. You know any of the caregivers around the server probably wouldn't mind taking care of you, but what if they were busy? You don't want to be a burden.

You rise on shaky legs and begin to shuffle your way over to Techno's  home. The snow settles in your hair. You feel slightly left of center in your skin. You're shivering; however, it's not registering fully.

Your hands make contact with worn wood, and you push into the cozy house. Technoblade's enderman, Edward, vwoops a greeting to you, and you smile a bit, rasping out a hello of your own.

You climb up the ladder to the attic library. Techie lets you keep your coloring stuff and story books on your own shelf. Maybe doing some coloring will help ground you enough to remember where everyone is right now. You clamber off the ladder gracelessly, feeling very unsteady on your feet. You slide down the wall taking a moment to rest on the scuffed, worn wood floor. You smell something off, a smell that doesn't belong. It was like cigarettes, it dredged up a mixed bag of memories from the day Wilbur had died.

"Y/N?" A rough voice calls out to you, sounding almost shocked. You're so startled by the presence that you almost fall down the ladder. Your eyes snap to the source of the voice and your brain short circuits.

"Wil-Wilby? izzat really you?" You were so confused. There wasn't supposed to be anyone home right now. You start to feel lightheaded. Oh no, no you were starting to have trouble telling what was real.

"Y/N!" There's a panicked tone to how he says your name. He scrambles over to you and gently pulls your hands to his chest. "Y/N, hey, it's okay. Here, copy me and take some deep breaths just like this." He was making some attempt at soothing you, but the contact of his far too cold hands sent you crashing over the edge.

"Nnuh uh" you start shaking your head. "No not wilby can't be wilby not real. Not real can't be."

You were fully spiraling now, a complete breakdown was inevitable at this point and you couldn't stop panicking. You struggle to scoot back away from the man you thought of like a brother. His grip loosened and you feel one of your hands begin knocking against your head, the other found its way into your mouth. 

Distantly you're aware that there was a sound like someone clambering down the ladder. Some time after that a door opened downstairs, but you couldn't process what that means right now.

Everything was too much.

Your movements had stilled, but your hand was still resting firmly between your gritted teeth.

You heard someone climbing up the ladder and you curl tighter into a ball.

You were bad, you were mean to Wilby.

Techie is gonna be so mad at you.

He's not gonna wanna take care of you anymore because you're bad.

You feel like you're moving in slow motion when you look up to try and make sense of what was going on around you.

Techno is sitting on the floor in front of you. How long had he been there before you noticed? You were very out of it. He looks worried.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm here, Techie's here now." He slowly reaches out a hand and gently touches the wrist belonging to the hand in your mouth. "Little one, I need you to let go of your hand okay?"

You nod weakly, managing to loosen up your jaw and pull your hand free. He lightly touches the side of your face.

"Thank you bubs. Do you wanna tell Techie what happened? You seem pretty shaken up."

"Techie m sowwy, I was bad an mean to wilby n, m sorry."  You're flapping your hands a bit, trying to stim out some of your negative emotions. "I gots scawed cus wilby was here an I didn't know anyone was here an I started dis-dissa-" You were struggling to say disassociating, Techno seemed to understand anyway and for that you were thankful. "I gots really scared cus I couldn't tell what was real anymore. Wilby tried to help me calm down but I was bad n I couldn't, n I made him upset."

"Oh little one, I'm sure Wilby will understand, we just have to explain what happened, okay? Are you feeling calm enough to do that now, or would you like to calm down a bit more first?" Techno ruffles your hair a bit. "Wil's downstairs cuddling up to Steve and Philza so he's okay right now."

You make grabby hands for your caregiver and he pulls you over into his lap, cradling you.

"Do you want to play the grounding game, bug?" He asks you softly, as he could see you were a bit out of it still.

"Mmmhmm, please Techie need help focusin."

"Okay bug, can you count how many diamonds are on the enchanting table?" You nod and count to four on your fingers, holding them up proudly. "Good job kiddo, now can you discribe Techie's cape?"

He holds a part of it up for you to hold, you take it in your hands for a moment. You take meticulous mental notes of the color, weight, and materials used to make it.

"Techie's cape is crimson red, but kinda looks like candy apple red next to the snow, it's made of a heavy velvety fabric with a fluffy white fur trim." Your hand trails up to the clasps holding it around his shoulders, you then fidget with the chain. "The chain is gold n enchaned so it can't break, I 'member you tellin me dat, and then Dadza n Wilby gave you the gems on the claspy bits, then theres one dangly dat matches Tommy's an the other dangly is from Ranboo."

"Very good job baby bug, do you remember what they're all called?" You think for a bit, and nod.

"Dadza gave you an em-emald (emerald), Wilby gave you a flint, Tommy has a bedrock that matches dis one." You push it lightly with your index finger, "an ranboo gave you a totem! To keeps you safe, but das just insurance becus Techie never dies! Never ever!"

"That's right kid, Technoblade never dies!" He ruffled your hair again, laughing softly. "Are you feelin better buggie?"

"Yeps! I'm all back togever! We go 'splain to wilby now?" Your head tilts to the side a bit, like a puppy.

"Of course, I'll go first down the ladder and you follow me okay?"

"Okie! I can do dat!"

The two of you make your way down to the others, and are greeted with an adorable sight. Wilbur was snuggled up into Steve's fluffy fur, with Philza gently combing his fingers through wilburs curly, messy hair. He looks worried, but perks up when he sees the two of you.

"Y/N! Are you feeling better?" He sits up a bit.

"Ya, 'm feelin much better Wilby." You then explain to him what happend, and apologize for making him upset.

"Oh y/n, I'm just relieved that your okay now, that was really scary." He ruffles his hands through Steve's fur. "Plus I know the feeling, sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm actually here, like the universe is just gonna snap back to how it was and I'll be trapped in that God forsaken train station again."

"Wilby, is okay, if chu feel like dats jus come find me n we can play the groundin game n den you'll feel aaaaaall better!" You grin at him, and he smiles back. Then he looks up at Techno, looking like he had a question for his brother.

"Yes Wil?"

"Can you be my caregiver still? An can Phil help sometimes?" He looked so shy and nervous.

"Oh of course little man, I wouldn't pass up that opportunity in a million years." Techno smiles at his brother, looking very content.

"Well duh Wil, you're my son. I'd love to relive the years when you were a cute little brat, and not a tall rat of a man." Phil chuckles warmly, no malice in his tone. Wilbur wasn't upset, he was delighted that now he had two caregivers. "I'll even keep an eye on the other little one if you need me to Tech."

"Awe the old man wants to babysit." Techno teased, and laughed heartily.

Despite all the fun you were having joking around and listening to everyone talk, you were starting to get sleepy. So you pull on Technos sleeve and let him know. It looks like Wilbur was also starting to get tuckered out as he was attempting to stifle a yawn to no avail.

Techno ushers the two of you up the ladder again to get to your little things. Philza follows behind him and soon enough the two of you are changed into some comfy sleeping clothes. There was a bit of crying to be had when Wilbur realized Techno had kept his little things safe for all that time.

Soon enough you and Wilbur were cozied up on the bed, snugly tucked in under a cozy quilt, clutching onto love worn stuffed animals. Wilbur had his orca tucked back into his arms, while you cuddled your favorite raccoon. The two of you were flanked by Techno and Philza who were cooing at the adorable sight before them.

[childishfluff]

a compilation of unspoken agreements + common tropes in mcyt agere fics

I think we should talk about the unspoken agreements/common tropes in agere fics that no one talks about, specifically in mcyt agere fics. These were put together by me and my discord friends, feel free to reblog and add on/comment on these. This is also not a critism of agere fics! I use a lot of these! 

I just thought the common trends among the mcyt agere fics were interesting and thought I’d point some of them out. 

First of all, there’s the unlimited amount of little gear age regressors/age dreamers just have for plot convince and their caregivers aren’t constantly broke somehow. The elaborate playrooms, the bottomless toy boxes, the one million decorative pacis? They’re all free, they’re just there. 

Also everyone knows how to make angel milk naturally, and no one ever throws away their kid stuff. Unprepared cgs definitely just have sippy cups and childhood stuffied animals just because and when someone happens to regress they’re prepared, somehow. 

Oh and in mcyt agere fics specifically, Wilbur always knows a bunch of lullabies? no explanation he simply does. music interest = know every kid song ever to comfort the babies. 

The ‘i had a friend in high school/college who regressed’ trope is a common way of explaining why a cg/friend knows about agere things, too. again with the ‘conveniently having kids things for fluff reasons’, cgs always have kids books or fluffy blankets with the excuse of baby sitting younger family members or whatever. 

Regression always lines up with meet ups in rpf fics so that they can cuddle and domestic family fluff can ensue. Speaking of physical affection, caregivers are usually incredibly strong just so they can carry one/multiple teenagers/grown adults while they’re little.

If the little and cg aren’t already in the same place, they’re somehow able to get to each other really quickly. And if the fic *is* internet based, Discord calls/chats are the main form of communication. There might be a Discord sever for all the mcyts who are also littles/cgs used to quickly introduce to the readers who else in this universe is aware of agere-related things 

When there’s a confession scene, the person the little is talking to may or may not reveal that half the people they know are either littles/cgs and they might get added to the previously mentioned Discord server. Also! There might be an agere minecraft sever just because? 

If someone walks in on someone while regressed the ‘you weren’t supposed to know!’ ‘know what?’ ‘this! *motions to kid things*’ ‘*knows what’s happening for some reason/quickly picks up on it* it’s okay to be small’ conversation always takes place. 

Another version of the confession scene could be a situation where the person they’re telling doesn’t already know, they usually come back a day later talking about what they learned on their own, talking about how they were curious and ‘googled a whole lot’. 

Everyone is always awake to reply/answer to distressed littles at 3 am, and ‘reward from cg’ packages arrive the very next day. 

If littles go out with their cgs, no fan ever recognizes them or questions their behavior despite them never attempting to disguise themselves because uh...writers don’t wanna deal with it, I guess. 

Phil and Wilbur usually fill the role of ‘teasing family-figure’ who’s always great at making littles slip. Tommy is either ‘calm cuddly baby aww he’s so soft when he’s small’ or ‘chaos and only chaos’ toddler-younger kid when he’s the regressor in fics, not much of an in between. 

Ranboo is usually more well behaved and when he does act out, he gets anxious. Tubbo is either super little/just a bit younger then the other regressors or the friend who doesn’t regress but isn’t the primary caregiver either. Techno can go from the friend who ‘doesn’t like kids’ to the big-brotherly perfect cg, or be an older toddler-aged little, depends on who’s with him and what’s needed for the fic. 

There’s a lot more that we’re missing, but these were just some ones me and the server noticed! It’s actually really interesting to think about how we either silently agreed on these things or a few people did them and then so did everyone else, and about the actual reasons we chose these tropes/common things to stick with. 

Most of them are plot convience or based off our perseptions of the streamers and content creators, but it’s still cool, y’know? feel free to reblog/reply with more examples or comments on this little list! thanks for reading! <3