Tumgik
#cg comfort
kitty-safe-space · 16 days
Text
Friendly reminder you're still valid and you're not "weird" if you:
dont have/dont want a cg
wear/want to wear diapers in a sfw way
wear/want to wear a collar or tail/ears in a sfw way
dont have/want any little gear
dont use any community labels
are still figuring out your regression
you have a fully adult life outside of agere (e.g if you are sexually active, drink, work, etc)
dont fit the stereotype of the "agere aesthetic"
aren't white, skinny, neurotypical, etc.
are a boy, nonbinary, trans, etc
are lgbt+ in general
are disabled and/or mentally ill
get sad/struggle with your mental health while regressing
regress because of/to deal with trauma
your regression is yours, you know yourself, and as long as you're staying safe and not hurting anyone, no one can tell you otherwise.
Dni: lgbt+ exclusionists, r/adfems, ns/fw, e/d, s/h or discourse blogs, pr0ship, anti-agere/petre/sfw cglre or if you call people cringe because of their interests.
162 notes · View notes
ageremoji · 2 years
Note
This would be cute but could we get a cleaning teary eyes bab emoji? It would make cute babs happy to know that there CG are right there for them <3
My apologies for such a long wait! School has really been keeping me busy, but I got em done! I hope you like em! ^^
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
92 notes · View notes
8-bit-daycare · 4 months
Text
“Oh, little one, why are you crying? I know, I know…. So many bad things happened to you and it still affects you. But I’ve got you. Why don’t we try a craft to make you feel better? Get some paper or something to type on, my love. Let’s take that memory that won’t leave you alone and write to the poor person who’s facing it!
“Remind your past self that you will get out of it and that you’re there for them, as am I. I know a lot of awful things happened, but you are so strong and deserve happiness in your child self and adult.
“Don’t forget that you love yourself.”
SFW interaction only please
326 notes · View notes
dozycherub · 3 months
Text
noticing their kiddo seems socially drained after being out all day, the carer gave their hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze before helping their baby remove their shoes, then gently easing them down so their head rests in their lap. they cover them with the blanket, tucking them in. "close your eyes and rest. I'll be right here watching over you." the carer says as they start running their fingers through their angel's hair, humming softly as they try helping them fall asleep. "Don't worry about a thing, I'll take care of you while you rest."
238 notes · View notes
knightmareaceblue · 4 months
Text
Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone! And especially to @water-lemon-alex, who's my AVA/AVM Secret Santa recipient! Sorry to keep you waiting, I... didn't have as much free time leading up to Christmas as I anticipated. Still! I hope you like it.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The request was for Second and Purple interacting, either romantically or platonically. Don't know if this counts as romantic or not, but I'll tag for ships anyways. Happy New Years, everybody!
198 notes · View notes
ember-owlet · 3 months
Note
Could i request angel gabbie (angel hare) caregiver moodboard? Thank you either way! :D
of course firelight! mama gabby loves to hear you call, and she's so proud to see how much you've grown ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
164 notes · View notes
hollowtakami · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
MY LITTLE DOVE
CONTENT: caregiver!keigo + regressed!gn!reader, pet names (dove, little feather, baby bird), just a fluffy drabble to keep my mind out of a bad place.
AUTHOR NOTE: please keep interactions/tags for this post strictly SFW; ddlg/ageplay/pro+comship are not welcome.
Tumblr media
You could feel yourself slipping.
Huddled under a sea of blankets with an army of stuffies, chewing on the end of your sleeve, you fold into yourself.
The scent of your favourite stuffie under your nose would usually comfort you, but not right now. Above the surface of those blankets was a world. That alone was far too big and scary for you right now.
Your little heart pounded as you count the minutes on your fingers to ease your worries, startling at the faint sound of a door clicking open.
A small sigh and the shuffling of boots could be heard through the ajar door your bedroom, shoes kicked to the side of the rack and a jacket strung up on a hook as you heard a melodic voice call out to you.
“Baby bird, I’m back!” Keigo chirped, the baritone of his voice flooding your senses with warmth.
You do your best to ease the blankets off yourself and with clumsy movements, clutch your stuffie to your chest with your head down as you waddled over to the avian.
Keigo saw you emerge from your room like a lost spirit, floating over to him slowly. His face fell when he couldn’t see yours, his eyes soon clocked onto the stuffie and he soon softened.
“Hey there, dove,” his voice smoother than any sippie cup of warm milk before bed, lowered as to not startle you again. He extended a hand to you, gentle and inviting, whispering, “you feelin’ small?”
With a small nod you raise your head to look up, expecting to see even a small glimpse of annoyance in the suns of Keigo’s eyes; nothing.
He beamed when he saw your face, riddled with worry but willing to trust him. And trust him, you did.
You slowly shuffled into Keigo’s chest, babbling to yourself happily when you felt the tickle of his feathers cocoon around you. He patted your hair, kissing the crown of your head.
“C’mon, little feather,” Keigo smiled, “let’s get you cosy, yeah?”
When you were regressed, your age sometimes ranged. Keigo was no stranger to working with children due to his line of work, and so took to your regression quite well. Hidden behind a mask of tenderness was, at first, the fear of making you feel worse. Though, like a feather in the wind, the two of you found your flow.
“Okay, baby, sit on the bed for me while I find you some jammys, ‘kay?” Keigo softly directed, to which you did with a nod, your stuffie still with you.
Keigo sent a few feather dashing out of the room as he picked through the drawer where you kept your regression gear; pacifiers, sippy cups, your favourite pyjamas.
He turned with them in his hand, smiling to himself when he saw your demeanour light up at the sight. You clapped your hands together happily, letting Keigo get you out of your day clothes and into something comfier.
Keigo eventually got you into bed after calming you down when you got so giddy - he can’t lie to himself though, you were so adorable. He left the room for a moment, crossing his heart and promising you and your plush friend that he would be right back.
Sitting on the bed, tucked into a blanket with your stuffie huddled close to your chest, you popped your thumb into your mouth. You were too baby to think anything wrong of it, babbling to your stuffie about something as you subconsciously suckled and bit at your thumbnail.
Keigo soon came back into the room, a clean paci in his hands, his feathers carrying a tray lined with a sippy cup of warm milk and a plate of apple slices.
The avian clicked his tongue when he saw you mindlessly sucking your thumb, smiling as he helped the paci into your mouth and wiped your thumb.
“Save your teeth for these apple slices, baby,” Keigo smiled, his feathers resting back into his wings as the tray was set down onto the bed slowly, Keigo snuggled up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You giggled as the scruff on his chin tickled your skin, your bubbly laughs making Keigo’s heart melt.
“C’mere, dove, let me help you with your snack, yeah?” Keigo softly suggested.
You nodded, too baby to want to feed yourself.
After a few slices, you finished off the sippy full of milk, eyes droopy. Setting the tray down on the bedside table, Keigo held you close in a blanket of his feathers, keeping you safe from any monsters while you and your stuffie got some well deserved rest.
Tumblr media
97 notes · View notes
dreamy-puppy-xo · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
CG!Alastor Sick Comfort Stimboard
❤️ 🎙️ ❤️ • 🦌 ❤️ 🦌 • ❤️ 🎙️ ❤️
115 notes · View notes
Caregiver Aziraphale moodboard 🕊️
With Harry the rabbit 🐇
Tumblr media Tumblr media
217 notes · View notes
pixelatedraindrops · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
This is a commission that I received from FTAngel on Twitter. And I am completely over the moon for it!! Its just so perfect that it makes me wanna SCREAM 💜💜💜💕💕💕👀👀👀👏👏👏
~Rambling below~
I don't commission other people to make art for me often (let alone fanart) but if I do, I always tend to try to find an artist with a style similar to the fandom of the request that I want done. So it feels all the more canon and/or real to me.
Full Time Angel is a Danganronpa fan artist who does just as nice RainCode work. I decided that for my birthday I had to get a commission from them. (well actually I asked for 2) I failed to get a commission slot the first round, but I somehow succeeded the second round. (which is why it’s a month late)
I was a little shy at first, but I decided to take the plunge to ask them for this. I needed a good pic of a tired/sick Yuma laying on Yakou's lap for my life to feel complete. You know I live for these two's dynamic, they’re literally my roman empire 💜
And I gotta say, investment well spent! This is such an amazing piece! It came out so wonderful, it may as well be official!! >w< Yakou and Yuma look like they're pulled straight from their sprite art! And the detail on the background is phenomenal! Love the blur effects on the both the plant and the background behind the sofa! I'm so happy with it!! I could say so much more praise about this lovely work, but I’ll stop here.
Bottom Line: I’m in so much love with this! 🥰 💕
Best Birthday art gift to myself ever! ✨👌
This was originally supposed to be an illustration for HIWTHI’s Ch7, but nah I decided to make it a different scenario. Maybe someday I’ll write it’s own little oneshot/drabble c:
Feel free to interpret this however you want. Be it as Yakou Fathero, or a sweet domestic moment between two submates.
And as for the second piece...
Don't worry. You'll see it real soon… 🤭
55 notes · View notes
kitty-safe-space · 17 days
Text
idk who needs to hear this but i could use some comfort w this topic so friendly reminder that you're not weird or a bad person if you:
have a romantic relationship with your cg outside of your regression
fantasize about someone being your cg
dont wanna take sides on community discourse
dont wanna be a part of any specific community
you know who you are, you know your regression is completely sfw and no one else can tell you otherwise! stay safe, love urself and remember you're loved <3
Dni: lgbt+ exclusionists, r/adfems, ns/fw, e/d, s/h or discourse blogs, pr0ship, anti-agere/petre/sfw cglre or if you call people cringe because of their interests.
72 notes · View notes
pahtoosh · 1 year
Text
doctor daddy
Tumblr media
[image ID: a behind the scenes photo of Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. He is standing with his hands in his pockets and looking off into the distance. /.end ID]
masterlist
18+
wc: ~980 words
warnings: Lee wants to beat someone up(no one in particular, he’s just frustrated), reader is in physical pain, mentions of painkillers, written on my phone, sappy and needy reader as usual. Lee carries reader.
a/n: this picture makes me giggle, I wonder what he’s thinking about.
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: Lee’s baby is hurting
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
Pain and suffering: that’s all you knew. The sun never seemed so dull and the nights never seemed so cold. You wondered if you’d survive the ne-
“Baby?”
Oh! Daddy’s home!
Lee quickly toed off his shoes and met you at the couch, setting down his paper grocery bag along the way. You looked adorable swaddled up in a blanket with your stuffed bunny, but Lee’s heart couldn’t help but ache for you.
You’d been stuck on the couch all day. Standing or even sitting up required too much energy, not to mention that shifting positions could mean upsetting your body further.
Earlier today Lee wanted to call in sick and tend to you, but you assured him that you would be okay as he went on with his shift at the station. He lovingly carried you to the couch where he’d set up everything you could’ve possibly needed while he was gone. Blankets, painkillers, snacks, water, books, and the TV remote were all within reach. Your daddy left you with a kiss on the forehead and strict instructions to rest up, drink water, eat a snack, and call him if you needed help.
You obliged with a yes, daddy and made it through the next seven hours still in pain, bored, and missing your daddy. You were so happy when he came home, but your state meant you had to wait for him to come to you instead of running to meet him at the door as usual. Luckily, Lee wasted no time getting to your side. He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him.
He held your smaller hand in his and gave you three gentle kisses on your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your puffed out lip. Lee normally loved your pouty face but knowing that this one was caused by your state of pain rather than an adorable neediness made it less enjoyable. He almost wished there was a single person responsible for your pain so he could take it out on them, but he knew all he could do now was be here for you.
“How ya feelin’ sweetie?”
“Hurts, Daddy.”
Lee muttered a curse under his breath and gently massaged the hand he was holding. “My poor baby. ‘ wish there was somethin’ I could do to help. I could beat up someone right now, makes me so mad seein’ my baby hurt like this.”
You shook your head and pulled his hand closer. “Just need Daddy.”
Lee smiled for the first time that day. “And you’ll get him, sweetheart. Just let me help ya out a little first, yeah? I stopped by the store and got somethin’.”
You raised your eyebrows in curiosity. Lee normally just bought the essentials, and you technically had everything you could need to recover at home already. He tucked your arm back under the blanket and began pulling stuff out of the bag.
“I gotcha a different kinda pain medicine, this one’s a cream. There’s a new thermometer, in case the old one wasn’ workin’ right and my baby really is sick. This here’s a new pair of socks to keep yer feet warm and protected. And this is a lollipop for being my good ‘n brave little baby.”
You admired your new socks and treat with a soft thank you daddy and let Lee fuss over you with his new supplies. He cleaned the new thermometer and let out a sigh of relief when it confirmed that you were at a safe temperature. He swapped out your old, worn-out socks with the new, softer ones. And then he carefully peeled back the blanket and your clothing to rub in the pain-relief cream.
After Lee washed his hands, he climbed in behind you on the couch, replacing the numerous pillows and blankets with his solid body. His round belly fit perfectly into the curve of your back, and his strong arms acted like a weighted blanket. He knew just how to support you to keep you comfortable and ease your pain.
In this position, he could also speak to you in a hushed tone and feel butterflies in his chest whenever you whispered back or snuggled closer to him.
You asked him about his day. He kept it brief, mostly talking about how much he missed you. He only shared the details of his work with you when you were at your big age; Lee was very diligent about preserving the safety of your little mind.
He turned the question on you, listening to you describe the episodes of Bugs Bunny you watched and what antics your stuffies got into today. He loved hearing about your inner world. Lee never got to explore his imagination too much. His responsibilities kept him tied to the real world, so he admired that you were able to keep that part of you alive while still dealing with your own issues.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before you were overcome with the need to tell your daddy how much you appreciate him.
“Thank you for takin’ care of me, Daddy.”
Lee kissed the back of your head. “It’s no problem, sweetheart. That’s what daddies are for. You feelin’ any better? That pain medicine doin’ its job yet?”
“Mhm.” You nodded and then turned your head to muffle your next sentence, shy about the sappy words about to leave your mouth. “Daddy’s the best medicine though.”
Lee chuckled and pulled you closer if that was possible. “Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?”
You squeezed his arms wrapped around you and wiggled against his belly, proving your point. “Daddy’s soft and cozy and strong. And Daddy gives the best cuddles.”
Lee shook his head, not believing how lucky he was to have you in his life. “Daddy loves you, baby. And I’ll never stop cuddling you.”
266 notes · View notes
papawolfcg · 4 months
Text
Hey there kid! You feeling okay? Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do to help you feel better? I can bring you a comfortable sweater and your favorite stuffie, make you some milk in a bottle and we can snuggle up on the couch and watch your favorite cartoon! That sound good? Great, you just go get comfy over there and let Papa take care of you bubs <3
-Papa Wolfie 🐺
71 notes · View notes
thalassic-p4rk · 6 months
Text
a silly lil thing!!
Tumblr media
context + alternate version under the cut!
‼️TW mentions of anxiety‼️
there’s a story behind this actually! barnacles (/hnc) being the best comforter like ever lmao. i’m afraid to do something? boom, best pep talk. i’m starting to spiral and succumb to intrusive thoughts? this man will literally turn into a whole ass polar bear and jump on top of me (/hsp). feeling anxious and starting to have a panic attack? impromptu karaoke session. i’m not even joking. this is an depiction of the scene i got from a headmate’s memories of the event from their perspective. i was literally on the verge of a panic attack not even five minutes prior. i fucking love this man.
if you’re wondering, this is what we’re singing! this is elephants foot by ross breen!!
yes, that’s his va singing!! and no, neither of us know the lyrics, we’re mainly just yelling incoherently LMAO
Tumblr media
+ the original/less saturated version! (before color correction)
58 notes · View notes
enchanted-to-meow-you · 2 months
Text
agere comfort for all my fellow littles out there <3
quiet whimpers escape your slightly parted lips, waking up your cg. they aren't mad or angry in the slightest, except they only pull you in close to them, gently pressing kisses to the top of your head and whispering, “it's all okay, little one. you're safe my sweetheart.” slowly but surely you settle back into a deep slumber, safely tucked in the space reserved just for you, the arms of your safe person.
please dni if you're gonna be negative!
41 notes · View notes
oddberryshortcake · 8 months
Text
I’m feeling sad all over again thinking of Silver waking up after 400 years in a dark and cold abandoned castle all alone and with no one to comfort him until Lilia came like what the fuck
78 notes · View notes