#what a gentle cg

[mostlymobilegames]

This damn book

[bbunies]

BABY ME.

I wanna be babied and coo’d at SO BAD. I want for my cg to notice when I’m fussy and settle me down, getting my paci and cuddling me while telling me what a small baby I am😖 I want my cg to understand when I’m having a tantrum and actually help me manage it with soft gentle words! I WANNA HAVE RULES LIKE A BEDTIME AND BE TOLD IM TOO LITTLE FOR THINGS! TOLD SOFTLY TO BRUSH MY TEETH EVERY NIGHT AND TO EAT! I WANNA BE SHY AND SMALL WHILE MY CG CHUCKLES AND COOS AT ME ABOUT HOW CUTE AND WHAT A SMALL BABY I AM. MHMHMHMHMHMHMHM!!!!!😭😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖

[quinnysnursery]

quinny's tips & tricks for sensitive littles !

[cg & no cg inclusive]

for littles with a cg,,,

💧 making your boundaries and needs clear from the start <3 this will help your caregiver understand what you need from them and lets them know that you need extra gentleness !

🐑 finding ways to make vocalizing your feelings less scary (i.e emotion flash cards, drawing sad/happy/scared faces, etc etc)

🫧 find and have your cg read affirmations for people with sensitive hearts (@/hopehealingarts on ig usually has a ton!!)

☁️ ice/cold compress for after tears!!

for littles without a cg,,,

💧 find agere-safe comfort media!! whether it be asmr, a book, a show/movie. anything to help distract your tears away! i personally like vooks on youtube !

🐑 journaling/coloring when you get big feelings can help the emotion feel less big !!

🫧 be patient with yourself <3 it's okay to just cry it out sometimes !

☁️ be gentle with yourself <3 it's totally okay if it takes you longer to do a certain activity or if you need a mental health break !! you are not a burden <3

[dividers by @saradika-graphics]

[sharkycare]

🌊🐠 agere tips for every little fishie! 🐠🌊

here are some sea-sational tips based on your little age :3

🐠 0-5 (tiny minnows & baby seals) you might feel extra small and need lots of gentle care! That’s okay, little guppy! tips:

wrap up in a soft, fluffy towel or blanket like a little merpup

use a bottle or sippy cup filled with “mermaid milk” (warm milk, juice, or your fav drink!)

listen to calming ocean sounds or gentle lullabies of the sea

play with water-safe sensory toys like bath-friendly fishies or squishy water beads!

nap in a cozy shell (under soft blankets, or in a snuggly spot)

🐚cg tip: gentle words, soft cuddles, and reassuring whispers can help your tiny guppy feel safe and happy :)

🐬 6-9 (playful dolphins & curious otters) you might feel playful, adventurous, or full of wonder! tips:

color ocean creatures or make “seafoam art” with cotton balls & watercolors

play pretend! be a mermaid, a pirate, or an explorer of the deep sea!

snack on “fishy crackers,” fruit gummies, or ocean-colored drinks

watch cozy ocean-themed cartoons like finding nemo or the little mermaid

build a coral cove by making a pillow fort

🐚cg tip: encourage playful fun, go along with their ocean adventures and always remind them they're your special sea star!!

10-13+ (wise whales & gentle turtles) you might feel small but still want some independence! tips:

write in a “captain’s log” (journal your thoughts or doodle sea creatures)

curl up with a warm drink and a soft hoodie! like a sea otter holding its favorite rock

listen to soft music, or cozy audiobooks

play cozy video games like animal crossing or stardew valley

take small breaks if feeling overwhelmed, sometimes even the biggest whales need to rest!

🐚cg tip: offer gentle reassurance and let them set their pace. little turtles might move slow, but they always make it home safely! no matter what kind of ocean critter you are, you are valid, loved, and important! let the waves carry your worries away, let the coral reefs protect your heart, and always remember,, you are a treasure of the sea!

[endys]

The demo for Snow White Ashes, a dark, romantic fairy tale VN, is out now!

One winter night, you meet a hunter in the woods: A man so warm and gentle you feel as if you've known him all your life.

But appearances can be deceiving. 

You'd know that well, wouldn't you?

Snow White Ashes is a romance visual novel (GxB) made for a couple of end of year game jams, and playable now on itch.io!

The demo includes:

6k words

1 ending with 2 variants*

Hand drawn artwork (5 CGs)

An original piano-based soundtrack

One charming, not at all bloodthirsty love interest

You, a completely innocent and guileless heroine.

Game link (itch.io)

(For long time friends: Yes, this is a reboot of some very, very old OCs in the Mistwalker verse. I hope you'll enjoy what their new story has to offer!)

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

Not Now

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: Finals week has been brutal, but you've made it through...no...no wait not yet

Word Count: 930

Warnings: Age regression, involuntary age regression, fluff and comfort, mentions of stress and overworking, overwhelming emotions, finals, being in a big head space

Authors notes: This was a request from @mommyslittlebird which you can find here

Finals week was brutal. The stress weighed down on you like a thick fog, pressing in from all sides. Your usual routine had been thrown off completely—late nights hunched over textbooks, early mornings fueled by coffee you didn’t even like, and the constant hum of anxiety in the back of your mind. It had been days since you’d let yourself slip, since you’d felt safe enough to be small.

Wanda had noticed. She always noticed.

She’d been patient, offering you little reassurances here and there—soft touches to your back when she passed by, a gentle “You’re doing so well, Malyshka,” whispered when she caught you biting your lip too hard. But she hadn’t pushed, knowing you were trying to get through this on your own.

By the middle of the week, you felt like you were drowning. The pressure was unbearable, and even though you tried to keep up with everything, your brain felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

It all came to a breaking point during your final exam.

As the class settled in, the room filled with the quiet shuffling of papers and the occasional nervous whisper. Wanda stood at the front, her presence commanding yet calm as she organized the stack of exams in her hands. She waited until the last murmurs died down before speaking.

“Alright, everyone,” she began, her voice even but firm. “This is your final exam. You’ve all worked hard this semester, and I want you to take a deep breath and trust in what you know. There are no trick questions—everything here is something we’ve gone over in class. If you’ve put in the effort, you’ll do just fine.”

She began moving through the rows, handing out the exams one by one, her sharp green eyes scanning the students as she went. When she reached your desk, she paused briefly, offering you a reassuring smile as she set the paper down in front of you.

“You have the full class period to complete it,” Wanda continued as she made her way back to the front. “If you finish early, double-check your work. And remember, I’m here if you have any questions—within reason, of course.” There was a small chuckle from a few students. “Now, take your time. You may begin.”

The room fell into silence, the only sounds being the soft scratching of pencils against paper.

At first, you tried to focus. You really did. But as you scanned the first page, then the second, the words blurred together, and the sentences didn’t make sense. Your heartbeat picked up, your breath coming faster. The pencil in your hand suddenly felt too big, awkward and clumsy in your grip.

You didn’t notice when your feet began to swing slightly beneath your desk, or when your posture shifted, sinking just a little lower in your seat. But Wanda noticed.

She always noticed.

From her desk at the front of the room, her sharp green eyes flicked up, scanning over the students until they landed on you. Something about the way you were sitting, the slight furrow of your brow, the way your lips had parted just slightly as if in confusion—it sent an alarm through her.

She stood slowly, moving as if she wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as if she were just checking on her students. As she neared, she could see the way your chest was rising and falling too quickly, the way your fingers trembled slightly against the paper.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, meant for your ears only. “Malyshka?”

Your wide, glossy eyes flicked up to her, and the second you met her gaze, your lip wobbled. The panic in your expression was unmistakable. Wanda’s heart clenched.

“Come with me,” she murmured gently, her hand brushing against your desk as a quiet invitation.

You hesitated, but you didn’t have the capacity to resist, not when everything felt so loud and overwhelming. So you nodded slowly, standing on wobbly legs as she guided you toward the front of the room.

Wanda turned to the rest of the class, her voice steady and authoritative. “Keep working, everyone. I’ll be right back.”

She led you out of the classroom and into the quiet of the hallway, her hand resting lightly against the small of your back. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, the dam broke.

“I—I can’t do it,” you whimpered, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “The words—they don’t make sense, I don’t understand—”

Wanda was already moving, her arms wrapping around you without hesitation. “Shh, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You slipped, didn’t you?”

You nodded against her shoulder, sniffling. “Didn’t mean to.”

“I know, baby,” she cooed, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “You’ve been holding on so tightly all week. It’s okay to let go now.”

“But—but the test—”

“We’ll figure it out,” she promised, pulling back just enough to cup your cheek. “Do you want to go home? Or do you think you can stay here and just color at your desk for the rest of class?”

You blinked up at her, considering. The idea of sitting in front of that test again made your stomach twist uncomfortably, but the idea of staying close to Wanda, of having something simple to focus on, was grounding.

“Color?” you mumbled shyly.

Wanda’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Of course, Malyshka. Let’s get you settled.”

And just like that, Wanda took care of you—just like she always did.

[butchreg]

cg ! cassandra kiramman headcanons !!

more specifically mommy ! cassandra with a weepy && clingy regressor who needs some extra reassurance and babying after feeling ashamed after regressing for the first time. requested by 🌠 anon ! i'm not currently taking fic requests so i did headcanons instead. somewhat fic-like but not formatted like one. hope that's okay (￣▽￣||). i may have strayed a bit from what you asked for but meep.. i think it's still pretty close. ^_^;; also i apologize if cassandra is ooc at all , i'm still getting the hang of her character. arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

after you regress for the first time you feel scared... it's not necessarily a bad feeling but it's just so different , certainly not something you've experienced before. you feel a touch embarrassed and the tears come quickly ; it's not long before you're full on weeping in the middle of the kiramman parlor.

cassandra takes notice immediately , rushing to your side and speaking in a soothing , gentle tone. "whatever is the matter , my sweet ?" you're crying too hard to form words but her comforting words , and a soft hand on your shoulder have you turning around to curl into her , sobbing into her frilly attire.

she gasps , a little taken aback and wholly concerned. she rubs little circles into your back , firm but gentle. she waits a few minutes before pressing you again , offering you a warm cup of tea.

you're feeling rather embarrassed and quite frankly ashamed. why are you feeling this way ? the foggy feeling seems to have hit out of nowhere , clouding your entire brain , entire being. you're not sure how to word the feeling , as you wipe your teary eyes , accepting the offer of tea if only to distract her , bide your time to think up what to tell her.

when she comes back with the tea , she gives you a long worried look. "come , poppet. you're shaking. can you manage your tea by yourself ?" your face crumples once more at her words. how can she see through you so easily. you mumble incoherently and she stoops next to you.

cassandra gently blows on the tea before she lifts the cup to your lips. "have a sip and then we'll chat , hmm ?" you obediently open your mouth just wide enough to allow some of the warm beverage to trickle onto your tongue. "there , that's nice now , don't you agree ?" you nod slowly , shifting closer to her until you can feel her soft breaths on your skin.

she sits with you , prim and proper yet still gentle and soothing. every so often she'll lift the cup to your lips , making a remark about it's soothing quality or ensuring you'd like more. finally , she reaches up to cup your tearstained cheek. "now , what's got you so worked up ?"

you lean into her touch , swallowing , unable to meet her eyes. "feel..." you take a deep breath. she nods as if giving you permission to go on. "mm... cloudy ," is what you land on. "hmmm ?" she hums , a touch confused. "li'l.." you add in a whisper.

you flinch as if you're afraid of her to strike you but she seems to understand , stroking your cheek with her thumb. when she takes your chin in her hand to get you to look at her , her look is one of sympathy , kindness.

"ahh..." she says knowingly , nodding a bit. "i believe i understand." she explains to you that caitlyn , her own caitlyn had her own moments of ... smallness. you marvel at this , and she chuckles at you , chucking your chin.

"i gather that this is the first time you've felt ... this way ?" she prompts gently and you squirm , hiding your face with your oversized sweater sleeves so she can't see your embarrassed blush. slowly you nod , painfully aware of how silly you must look. you whine a little in spite of yourself.

cassandra coos at you. "i don't believe i can pick you up ," she laments , and you sniffle , once more on the verge of tears. "here ," she says kindly. "take my hand , darling. we'll get you settled , okay ?" you shyly do as your told , nodding along.

you cling to her sleeve , allowing her to aid you. she leads you over to the parlor's grand piano. "have a seat , please love. can you do that for me ?" you obediently take a seat , a bit confused as you don't know how to play.

she calls in one of the servants , whispering in their ear. a curt nod and they're off and her attention is back on you. she sits down next to you , patting her lap. "caitlyn always liked sitting on my lap when she felt .. younger ," she tells you , a smile coming to her face in remembrance. "i thought you might like it as well."

you climb into her lap curling into her chest as she soothingly whispers words of reassurance in your ear. "you let me know just what you need , sweetheart. mummy's here."

she rubs your back until the servant comes back. strangely enough he carries an oversize plush bear , handing it gingerly to cassandra. with a nod he is dismissed and you look with surprise and eagerness at the bear. one of caitlyn's. you hug the bear tightly.

"i don't think my caiti would mind a bit," cassandra whispers , kissing the top of your head. she flexes her fingers eyeing the piano. "you know... i used to play as a girl ," she confesses , casting a sideways glance at you. "i could play a bit if you'd like."

you nod cautiously , melting into her side as she begins to play a soft sweet song. she continuously checks in on you , ensuring you're still comfortable and awake. she's rather good and you're perfectly content to stay there forever.

[little-saw]

little + cg ! doey doughman headcanons !! ☆ *

Doey!! He's gummy and funny ^^ I really loved his character, and I was sad to see him go. Seeing his two different personalities and responses to being hurt made me feel really seen as someone who struggles with emotions. I think he's a flip, both a caregiver and little, respectively! Cws: mentions of trauma, tantrums, horror, sh, and multiple personalities.

Note: plural words may be used in relation to the 3 children inside his body.

Little ! Doey The Doughman

Doey is an impure regressor, when he feels big emotions, typically about playcare or his deaths.

Becomes aggressive, but if you find a way to reassure him, it isn't too hard to bring him to a soft and gentle state,

When regressed, Doey becomes much more curious, wandering about the toy factory in hopes of finding something new and interesting. Something as simple as a storage room brings a sense of joy to his little self.

He loves wearing different hats, makes him feel proper, and like his dad's.

Doey becomes like a big manatee, playful, giant, and gentle. He loves to play pretend with the other toys around. Mommy Long Legs will spend time with him, letting him have his own tries at the games in the game station.

Doey would have a comfort item, depending on who is fronting, a plushy, a fidget, etc. He loves to stim when holding his comfort item, rubbing his face against it like a cat. He does get frustrated when it smears clay over it.

Doey loves to goofily dance when little, especially having dance offs with the other toys.

Tea parties!! Doey loves to have tea parties with Kissy and Poppy ^^

When little, Doey has a tendency to express emotions more openly. Making him more likely to experience large amounts of joy, sadness, and anger.

When overstimulated, he will rip himself apart as a form of self-harm.

Cg ! Doey The Doughman

Doey naturally has a very nurturing nature. If he sees someone alone, he's quick to scoop them up. He looks out for all the little toys, making sure they're safe and happy. as well as offering reassurance when times are hard.

"Hey, pal! How bout' you come up with Doey so we can go color? Like that idea?"

Doey hosts storytimes in the safe zone. Originally, he'd read some children's books there, but after reading the same ones over and over, he's resorted to making up stories every night for his littles.

Doey's presence is comforting and gentle. He takes his time to get to know each of the toys and what they need. Letting littles squish his clay body as a stim, and offering big strong hugs to anyone who needs support.

Playfully guides his littles through games, giving them kisses if they managed to beat the game, and also giving them kisses if they lose.

Doey will let the toys pile up on him, rocking them soothingly back and forth as they settle into his soft and squishy body.

When with a cranky little, he will occasionally sing songs for his baby, using gentle lullabies and soft songs to lull them to sleep in the otherwise terrifying factory of murder.

[dazzlingsab]

Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby

summary: cg!rafe rocking little!reader to sleep after a rough day. simple but sweet <3

Rafe knew you like the back of his hand; he could easily tell when something was wrong. It's not like you really hid it either. Like right now, you were sulking on your side of the bed.

If he didn't love you so much, he'd find this frustratingly annoying. Despite your little mumbly "I'm fine," he didn't buy it. You weren't being your normal, giggly, sweet self.

"Shortcake, I can't make you feel better if you don't tell me what's wrong." He pointed out, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

You huffed quietly, ignoring his words, as you hid your face deeper into your soft, plush pillow. It was hard to communicate as you slipped into your headspace.

He exhaled under his breath, his calloused hand gently resting on your back. "Bad day, hm?" His tone was soft-spoken and gentle.

You didn't bother lifting your head up from your pillow, just giving a small nod against it as an answer. Rafe's hand softly rubbed up and down your back in a soothing motion.

"Not up for talking? Do you just want Daddy to hold you?" You finally lifted your head up, nodding as you reached your arms out.

He chuckled lightly as he pulled you into his lap. You instantly hid your face against his shoulder, getting hints of the expensive cologne that lingered on his clothes.

He pressed a soft kiss against your temple. "It's alright; I've got you, baby." He mumbled against your skin; he held you tight against him as he rocked you back and forth. Hoping to soothe you.

After a few yawns and quiet, tired groans, you were out like a light in his arms. His heart melted at the sight of you asleep in his arms. You were his soft spot. He smiled softly as he laid you down in bed, pressing a loving kiss against your forehead.

"Goodnight, sweet girl."

[st4rspup]

regressor !! powder hcs .ᐟ⋆˙

✦ almost every time, she regresses without noticing!! she regresses the most when upset/sad, and easily becomes overwhelmed with her emotions & her involuntary regression kicks in, which can make her very frustrated since she loses the ability to pinpoint + verbalize what she’s feeling

✦ she usually regresses to around 2-4 yrs old! ✧₊⁺ when around that age, she can be either nonverbal or semi-verbal, which also depends if she isn’t too upset

✦ but there are times when she feels a little bit older! the oldest she’ll regress to is around 6-8, and then she’s usually more talkative!

✦ once she becomes only able to say very simple expressions (i.e, “mm sad” / “m’don’t feel good”) it’s one of the major indicators that she’s started regressing

✦ when this leads to a fussy pow, vi usually can pick up on it very quickly, often noticing her lack of ability to verbalize how she’s feeling and instantly becoming gentler with her

✦ vi is always tries to be the best big sis she can in the moment, offering her cuddles and reassuring words when she notices pow’s words start to turn more blubbery as she fights off tears

✦ since pow’s usual regression stems from emotional distress, it’s a number one thing for her to have her comfort items close by (bunny stuffy, paci, sippy)

✦ she gets very tearful very fast, and at first feels ashamed to cry, but soon grew more and more comfortable around her big sib as she soothed and comforted her as best as she could

✦ lots of reassurance + gentle baby talking is what makes her feel the most validated and comforted in the moment, it’s the main things that’re the first steps to cheering her back up <3

✦ while she still needs her time to cry n let it out, vi knows when she can transition from the comforting soothing to silly babying that cheers her up, and it always has pow giggling in seconds

✦ usually after crying she can also tucker herself out pretty fast, so vi always offers some cuddles and nap, which pow always says yes in the form of yawns and vi will quickly grab her bunny stuffy for her

✦ loves her bunny stuffy!!! takes him everywhere, always cuddles with him every night—vi knows she can get rlly fussy without her bunny, so she always makes sure to keep him close by when she starts regressing

✦ after pow calms down & her tears stop (and after her nap if she ends up falling asleep), she always needs some play time with her big sis <3 having the silly playtime is another big de-stressor she loves to engage in when regressed! one of her favorites is playing hide n seek, where vi looks for her and her bunny

✦ she absolutely loves when vi gets silly and pulls out a game with the tickle monster—one of her favorite things to do to calm down is laugh a lot and be silly (to help take her mind off of any negative emotion + de-stress), so silly games ending in playful tickles are easily some of her favorites <3

✦ also loves to color + doodle a bunch! she tries her best to color in the lines but vi is always quick with a “wow powpow, did you color that? how’d you do that? no waaay!” which always makes her smile and giggle, forgetting about any initial frustration

✦ always loves having her big sis nearby <3 again due to most of her regression triggered from emotional distress, definitely a regressor that needs a cg most of time!

[kidcanines]

cg!viktor headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩

x - x - x

—DNI NSFW—

· likes keeping you close to him. driving you into his side when he wants to feel your warmth against his harsh purpled skin. He'll take your hand in his own or brush your hair behind your ear while you're sleeping. He mostly feels alone so having a little one beside him that relies on him in ways opposite of the public he’s saved- that is like him in ways he can’t describe, similarly to Sky but untethered.

· whispers about what it’s like being shrouded in universal colors. the comforting things he’s seen told to you like fairytales before you go to bed.

· goes stargazing every so often with you. points to the thousands of constellations up in the sky and identifies them all for you.

· let’s you sit in his lap while you mess with his fingers. comparing them to your own. your natural curiosity is something he always indulges in.

· when it rains he likes to sit outside with you and just enjoy the sound- you bounce around in the wet grass before coming to sit in his lap and lean against his chest while he cards a hand through your wet hair

· when he’s meditating (and thus floating) he leaves you on the ground- you jump to get to him but fail. when he finally comes back down you run into his legs and try to get him to pick you up—to which he complies—a fond, loving expression on his face. you just pout.

· whenever you get up to something and he can’t parse out what you’re doing before you do it, he gives you this look of confused adoration that turns joyous when you produce the outcome. sometimes it’s a silly face or you dancing to imaginary music.

· calls you Nabi and vice versa- a meaningless little term of endearment from nowhere.

· sometimes accidentally cryptic. he goes about the space talking to what seems to be air and then he lays his eyes on you and realizes he’s frightened you. he cuddles you up to him and whispers into your ear how’s he’s sorry- that he had no intention of frightening you and that whatever he said wasn’t important. still, you ask questions- and he’s always amazed at your bluntness. he tries to articulate the answer the best he can but its difficult without his own extensive knowledge

· calls you little one all the time. If he wants to be extra sweet he’ll place a gentle finger on the soft of your jaw and trace it to your chin or tack on a “my” in front of it. You hate it sometimes because it feels like he’s making you smaller than you actually are with his all knowing, omnipotent shtick but once he starts teaching you things it’s much more than that.

· teaches you many things. the art of watching and waiting- patience, and finally, the arcane. shows it to you and allows for you to touch it- pulls you out before it can truly do any damage and holds you during your recovery. He wants to turn you- it’s the next step in evolution. but he can't, longing for a human connection that isn’t devouring one another for the purpose of a greater life understanding. He wants to know you through you- and finds your tantrums less tedious than before.

· won’t see you get hurt- is almost too gentle, too protective of you when it comes to playing with other kids and other people taking care of you- even if he is just another extension of him. he likes seeing you through his own eyes- not theirs.

· tells you about jayce- just not by name. this amazing man who wanted to help the world, just like he’s doing, who wanted to give people opportunities which would otherwise not be afforded to them because of their social standing. he describes him all the time with a fond look on his face.

· doesn’t play with you a lot, but likes putting stuff together with you. little prototypes of boats or trains that you cart around- distracted while he does the real work.

· likes reading while you do your own thing- maybe taking a nap, sitting together in silence with the steady sound of arcane power reverberating inside of him and through the space, or maybe with the steady rhythmic flip of book paper. maybe he hums.

· you try to get him to take naps with you. your constant pulling on his robe and never wavering stubbornness convinces him to lay down with you. he ends up dropping off before you do- in a space similar to where he is when he’s meditating. You touch his face while he’s sleeping, exploring his smile lines and deep purple bags underneath his eyes before kissing him on his cheek and falling asleep yourself.

· he’s very patient with you, even when you’re not so patient with yourself. he’ll gently take you by the wrists and hold them close to his heart so you won’t beat on yourself anymore. his eyes always hold so much emotion- as do yours (he comments on them regularly.) “how am i supposed to protect you from yourself?” he asks you one night, you’re head on his legs and the rest curled up underneath the blankets. you just shrug and bury your head into his calf, a show of kiddy frustration that just makes him sigh and run his hands through your hair.

· you’re always eager to help with his experiments. you don't have the most steady hand but you’re good when it comes down to it. he can ask you to crush up some herbs or pour a a pre measured ingredient into what he’s making. he always helps and he mostly does it so you feel included in whatever he’s doing.

· never any big lights in your spaces. always candles or glowing orbs in your space- maybe the whiteness of the arcane that engulfs the place in light, but it’s never so bright as to where you can’t sleep- Viktor makes sure of that

· likes hearing you laugh- he doesn’t ever do any strenuous activities but he can make finger puppets and tell you stories like never before

· very good with routines and such. likes making sure he’s putting you down for a nap at the right time and generally doing good at parenting you.

[softpawpup]

— cg!glamrock freddy comforts little!reader with abandonment anxiety

words: 443 notes: this came out shorter than i wanted but i did my best aaaa.... also i dont always obey canon sorry not sorry i write for comfort not for canon

you had been waiting for freddy to came back. waiting in his dressing room. you had a special pass and he was always around after shows. but he said he had some maintenance he needed to do today… you were lonely within the first thirty minutes he had been gone and it had only gotten worse since then. your stomach got gotten uneasy and you couldn’t stop picking at a bandaid on your arm. the clock felt so needlessly loud and no cartoons on the tv helped to distract you. you let out a whine and began to cry, tears stinging your little eyes. they dripped down and you sniffled and whined, rubbing at your eyes. where was papa? he was taking so long. 

�� cub? “ your eyes shot up and you cried out as your papa bear appeared in the door. you shot up from the sofa in his dressing room and ran to him. you wrapped your arms around his metal frame and pressed your face into the soft fur modeled on his chest. he scooped you up from the floor and cradled you against his chest. “ why are you crying? did something happen while i was gone? you should have called me with your watch. “ his voice was thick with concern as he walked back to the couch. he sat down with you in his lap and paused the cartoons on the tv.

you sniffled and rubbed your nose, “i-i just m-missed you s-so much…” you tried not to cry more now. he was back. but what if he thought it was weird you got so upset? but he didn’t. he didn’t at all. he held your cheeks in his hands and wiped the tears gently. “ you’re my superstar, i missed you too. “ he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “ i’m sorry i was gone for so long. i was worried you might get hurt if you came with. maintenance can be scary. “ you leaned into his paws and blinked through your tears. “ i-i know. “ 

freddy grabbed some tissues and helped you blow your nose and clean your face. “ i’m here now, cub. i’m here now. “ he brought you closer and rocked you back and forth gently. you shut your eyes and nuzzled up under his chin, your tears slowly subsiding. papa was here. and he missed you too. and he wasn’t weirded out by how bad you missed him. he was so gentle. so kind. and he was so warm and soft. “ i won’t leave you again tonight, okay? i’ll be here all night. by your side. “ and you knew he’d keep his word. papa bear always kept his word.

[lottiesboy]

meet señor scratchy!!

pairing: cg!vidarkness x little!masc!reader

summary: agatha and rio introduce you to their pet rabbit.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!agatha, mami!rio, señor scratchy!!!, reader is regressed to 2-4 years old, very soft and cuteee :33

“cariñoooo,” rio came into your nursery to wake you up. “my sleepy cariño. wakey wakey. me and mama have a surprise.” she rubbed your tummy and you turned over sleepily. rio picked you up out of your crib, kissing your cheek.

“you wanna see your surprise?” she bounced you, trying to get you to wake up. “‘prise?” you rubbed your eyes. “yeah, niño! let’s go see mama, okay?” rio walked with you downstairs, a big smile on her face.

“bunny, look what mama’s got.” you took your head out of rio’s shoulder to see agatha holding a rabbit in her hands.

“bunnyyyy,” you said sleepily in rio’s arms, making your caregivers smile. “that’s right! smart boy!” agatha smiled, watching the rabbit hop around and paw at agatha.

“you wanna play with the bunny, sweetie?” rio let you down and say you on the floor. “be gentle.” agatha told you, the bunny running over to you immediately. you giggled, watching the rabbit hop on your lap. “his name is senor scratchy.” agatha scoots closer.

“scratchyy,” you giggled. “cutie.” you patted his head. your caregivers giggled at how you were interacting with scratchy.

“you’re so gentle. good boy, cariño.” rio was sat on the couch, watching you and agatha play with scratchy. “you wanna feed him, bunny?” agatha gave you a plastic baggy of celery.

you held out of piece on celery for scratchy to eat, making him sniff the vegetable before taking little nibbles. “gud boy, scratchy.” you said quietly, making agatha and rio swoon.

“finally, a little niño in the family who likes his veggies.” rio said playfully, making agatha laugh.

[sleepy-harper]

hey buddy! i saw arcane on your fandomlist, so, you have any headcannons in arcane? i would love to see, no problem if not :))

I have a few!!! I picked the first 3 characters I thought of for this ask tho :3 this was a lot of fun!!!

Vi

*ੈ˚ I hc her 2 be a middle regressor!! around 8-10 specifically

*ੈ˚ distinct need for rules to break

*ੈ˚ she gets antsy when she doesn't have anything to do,, often resorting to throwing fits or making a mess if there's absolutely nothing to do

*ੈ˚ if shes got a caregiver, she'll try 2 work with them on controlling her anger n managing it

*ੈ˚ ^ if she doesn't, she still does try to not be so angry, she still wants people with her even if she's upset n recognizes people r scared of her when she's mad

*ੈ˚ always eager 2 help,, trying to find things to do, wether that be cooking, making something for someone, she's trying to be productive and helpful

*ੈ˚ often needs help reading and spelling due to her upbringing, and will sit with her cg and try to understand the importance and use of each words

*ੈ˚ reward charts mean the world to her

*ੈ˚ very communal little!! and a natural leader at that

*ੈ˚ she's always making sure her fellow regressors have everything they need,, being extra gentle with younger littles

Caitlyn Kirraman

*ੈ˚ caregiver!!! she is so mama coded 2 me,, maybe big sister,,

*ੈ˚ I imagine she likes to bake,, so she frequently offers her littles things to do to help her out with

*ੈ˚ often reads her littles to sleep

*ੈ˚ bath time is heavenly with her. so many little details for her littles to look at when she's helping them wash up,,

*ੈ˚ she's got a lot of money, so you can guarantee her littles have everything they could ever want or need to play with both in and out of the tub,,

*ੈ˚ her collection of books is large and vast. literally has a book for every genre her littles could ever want,, story time with her would be amazing,,

*ੈ˚ makes sure her littles have their own room in her place, making sure it's always exactly what they want and need

*ੈ˚ super attentive to all her littles, keeps her own reminder and notebook of all their likes and dislikes and what their needs are n how 2 properly take care of them (i.e, sensory issues or specialized hair cair if her little has wavy, curly, dyed, or damaged hair)

*ੈ˚ likes to keep up systems and schedules w/ her littles!! for anything, really, whether that b systems 4 picking up, bed time routines, etc etc

Sevika

*ੈ˚ in my heart she is an absolute mama cg

*ੈ˚ more of a firm/strict cg,, but she definitely is gentler with her littles,,

*ੈ˚ always trying to make sure her littles know how to stay safe whenever they're not with her,, keeping them close whenever they're not near,,

*ੈ✩˚ "Stay close, kid. The under city is dangerous..."

*ੈ˚ ^ also doesn't have many rules 4 her littles at first,, only having some and adding onto the list based on whatever prevents tears and keeps them safe and relatively uninjured

*ੈ˚ because of her status, she often finds roundabout ways to get her littles whatever they want/need,,

*ੈ˚ incredibly protective 4 all her littles,, glaring and occasionally outright starting an argument/fight over how someone looks at her littles a little funny

*ੈ˚ holds her littles close and firm if they let her,, partially for their comfort, more for her own

*ੈ˚ holding her littles let's her know they're safe, it's comforting for her even if she doesn't want to admit it

*ੈ˚ if her little has long hair, she'll end up braiding it or trying to do different styles for them,, having some practice from jinx to do it

*ੈ˚ tries 2 lessen her smoking around littles,, esp if they have lung issues

*ੈ˚ I think jinx would act as a fun aunt/older sister 2 sevikas littles in the "let them fly off the handle" approach,,

[littlespacereader]

Poly cg derek morgan x spencer reid x little reader where she is 2 and use a paci and always kiss them with her paci and hugs them after the paci kiss 🥺

A bit of a smaller fic but one that is so cute! I’m sorry this request too me so long but here it is! I love the prompt so much! I’m always a sucker for forehead kisses because I think they’re such a cute way of incorporating kisses in agere. But this?!? Kisses on the paci?!?! So adorable!! Thank you for the request!!

Late Night Paci Kisses💋🍼

Caregivers! Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid and Fem Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags- comfort fic, late night snuggles, cuddling, kisses on regressed Little’s pacifier, hugs

It’s a quiet night in Virginia. There in a small apartment in the city, Morgan and Spencer start to burn the late night oil, looking over a case file. The two sit at the kitchen table, going over every detail of the crime scene, speculating what their unsub’s next move could be.

It’s late, far too late for their little one Y/N to be up. After some crying, whining, cuddles, a warm bottle and some bedtime stories, they finally managed to get their little one to sleep so they could begin working.

But they should know that their little one is a stubborn one.

About two hours after they first put her down to sleep for the night, there she was. Hair messy with sleep, their blanket wrapped around their shoulders like a poncho, and their paci still in their mouth.

Morgan immediately heard the footsteps walking down the hallway. “Sweetheart what are you doing up?” He sigh, but opened his arms to her.

Wordlessly they pattered over to the kitchen table where Morgan sat. She climbing into his lap and relaxed against him. Morgan chuckles, shaking his head as he wraps his arms around her.

“It’s too late for you to be up. You know that right?” He lightly chided.

But instead of having a reasoning or an excuse, she just lifted her face up, wanting a paci kiss. And who was Morgan to refuse?

“You want a kiss from Dade? Alright.” He leans forward placing a small kiss to her paci. Immediately he could see how it brightens her up.

“Is that what you came out here for? Some snuggles and kisses?” Morgan smirks as he gets a nod from her.

She lifted her head again for a second one. Morgan made a big show of it. “Mmmmmmmawh!” He drags out the kiss getting a giggle from his sleepy little one.

Down the hallway the bathroom door opens, “Okay, so I think our Unsub-.” Spencer stops in his tracks seeing the Little bundle in Morgan’s arms.

“Papaaaa!” She raises her arms to him.

He smirks, crossing his arms and looking at the two, “When did you wake up darling?”

She just giggle in response. Morgan explains, “Seems like someone decided they needed cuddles and kisses more than sleeping.” He smirks.

“Is that so?” Spencer smiles as he walked into the room. The moment he does she reaches out to him and into his arms she goes.

She whine, lifting her head up. Spencer chuckles, “A paci kiss?”

“She’s needs lots of kisses since she woke up.” Morgan calls over his shoulder.

“Well who am I to deny her of her kisses.” He lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to her pacifier, then a second one right after. “There, and one for good luck.” He winks.

He bounces the Little in his arms as he goes over the case with Morgan, the big adult conversation flying over her head. She rest in his arms, arms wrapped around his neck, head rested on his shoulder.

Every so often she’ll lift her head, getting one kiss from Spencer. Then he’ll walk over so she can get a kiss from Morgan.

So the adults can work, and their little one can get their well deserved and needed paci kisses.

[endys]

A noble lord brings two squires along on a hunt.

One is a gentle boy who should not exist.

The other is a girl who dreams of plunging a dagger into her master’s heart.

I got the chance to work with an amazing team of artists and musicians over the last few weeks, and I'm so excited to share what we've created: A brand new storybook-inspired visual novel called Trail of Stars!

Trail of Stars is a short, bittersweet fairy tale about friendship and first love.

It features:

<3k words

Two endings

One knightly kiss on the hand

Childhood friends to lovers

An emotional original score

Fairy tale visuals laid out like a storybook

Three gorgeous fully rendered CGs

🌟 Play it on itch.io 🌟

Art credits:

Character & cover art: Pauline Reinacher

Background art: Sparrowling

CG illustrations: Akua