My name is Beau, I’m 20, and my pronouns are he/they.
I typically regress to around 5-7, but I can go younger on tough days.
I’m into a lot of fandoms, but my main ones are currently:
The Beatles
The Monkees
MST3K
My Little Pony
DHMIS
Stardew Valley
Eddsworld
…and a lot more!! If you have a request for something that isn’t on this list, send me a request anyways! I’ll either work something out or kindly tell you that I’m not able to write for that fandom :3
DNI: I don’t have anything specific here, but I will be writing and discussing RPF, so if that isn’t your thing then I wouldn’t recommend following me. This blog is also SFW!! Please don’t interact if you’re a kink/nsfw focused blog. I will not take NSFW requests. If you want to interact, but don’t have a strictly SFW blog, then that’s fine! I’m mostly talking about blogs entirely centered around kink/NSFW.
While this is also a writing request blog, it’s also going to be where I keep a lot of my littlespace thoughts and things that are agere related. Anything that’s an original post will be tagged as #babbling, and I will likely tag anything else according to what it is. Writing will be #writing, art will be #art, along those lines.
Feel free to send me an ask about anything! It doesn’t need to be a request really, if you just want to chat then that’s fine and I’d love that!
Oooh now I'm REALLY thibking about these two...especially Papa Grace n' itty-bitty baby Simon who is inconsolable unless he's being held by Grace on Erid
(Which, Grace doesn't mind in the slightest! Untiiiiil he's gotta teach his class and Adrian or Rocky have to physically peel Simon off Grace and Grace is tearing up because he can HEAR Simon sobbing for Papa as he's walking down the stairs 😭
Looks like it's "take your clingy baby to school" day. )
"What're you up to, Mike?" Peter asks softly, a curious smile gracing his face.
Hearing his friend's voice come from above him has Mike looking up with wide eyes, before quickly relaxing into a happy smile as he realizes he doesn't have to look around to find him.
"I'm jus'...um, talking to Pep." He mumbles out, passing her back and forth between his hands in an attempt to keep some part of his body moving.
"Oh yeah? What's she saying?"
"She says hi!" Mike smiles, holding her up in front of Peter so he could see her better.
The white bunny looked the same as it ever did, the red bow around it's neck done up nice and pretty, Peter was sure Mike had just retied it. The stuffed animal's head flops a bit to the side once she's lifted into the air, and Mike gently wiggles one of her arms back and forth at the other Monkee.
"Hi Pepper!"
"Uh...but she was wonderin'," Pepper is brought back down to Mike's lap, his fingers immediately beginning to fiddle with her ears. "if there-, if she could have some chocolate milk?"
Peter hums thoughtfully, "Of course she can! I'll get that for her right away."
The bassist grins and starts his short trip to the fridge, only to be interrupted right as he opens it.
Pokémon as caregivers is one of the sweetest things ever to me,, like these creatures that already love their trainer trying so hard to be there for them even if they don't quite understand what's going on at first and then when they do know about their regression, doing their best to take care of them!!
Little Denny following his daddy like a little shadow at hospital. Not realising he's regressed, until Robby softly points it out?
Robby pretended not to notice, but he could tell Dennis had been trailing him all day.
He was subtle about it at first, but eventually, even that shred of professional distance was thrown out the window.
Dennis was a highly capable doctor. Intelligent, proactive, quick on his feet, and always where he needed to be. Today, however, he was consistently where Robby was. Always a step behind, always at arm’s length. Close enough that Robby nearly bumped into him twice while rounding corners.
“Whitaker,” Robby said mildly. He kept his eyes on him as he absently rubbed sanitizer into his palms, the scent of disinfectant sharp in the air. “You planning on working today, or just hovering?”
Dennis blinked, his reaction time a little too slow. “Working,” he murmured. His voice lacked its usual conviction, instead sounding softer.
Robby pushed through the double doors of Trauma two. Dennis hesitated for a moment, lingering in the threshold like he was waiting for an invitation, before following him inside.
The ED was its usual brand of somewhat-controlled chaos. Stretchers rolling in, monitors beeping, Dana calling out over all the noise, directing the flow. A multi-car collision had just come through, which meant everyone was moving fast.
Dennis was holding his own. That was the thing. He wasn’t making mistakes. He was just quieter. More hesitant. And no matter where Robby went, Dennis seemed to drift right after him.
“Whitaker, you’re with Dr. King in Room four,” Robby directed amid a rush of chaos, knowing they were already stretched thin. Dennis faltered mid-step, blinking up at him. Robby knew him well enough to spot the flicker of betrayal in his eyes, far more dramatic than warranted.
“…Oh,” Dennis said, his shoulders dropping. God, he was already sulking. “Right. Yeah. Room four.”
He went. But ten minutes later, Robby turned around, and there he was again, fidgeting with the drawstring of his scrubs and looking up at Robby expectantly.
Robby raised an eyebrow. “Get lost on the way?”
Dennis shook his head quickly. “No. I just—I finished.”
“Hm.” Robby wasn’t even remotely convinced, but he didn't send him away again.
By mid-shift, it was impossible to ignore. Dennis was standing too close, shoulder brushing against Robby’s in narrow hallways, occupying his personal space even when the room was empty.
At one point, Robby felt a faint tug at the back of his hoodie. When he turned, he saw Dennis, his fingers curled loosely into the fabric. The boy froze, eyes widening as if his hand had moved on its own. He let go immediately, stepping back with a frantic apology dying on his lips. “Sorry—I…didn’t mean—”
Robby didn’t interrupt. He just watched him for a long moment, something softer settling behind his eyes. He thought he knew what this was now. Up close, it was easier to see. The tension in Dennis’s shoulders wasn’t the nervous, alert kind it usually was on shift. It was something more vulnerable. His hands hovered near his chest, fingers now twisting at his own scrubs.
Robby glanced around, suddenly aware of the crowded ED and the nosy, gossip-hungry coworkers surrounding them. He leaned closer, tilting his head down. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and quiet, meant only for Dennis.
Dennis cleared his throat, nodding a little too fast. “Yeah. Fine.”
Robby didn’t believe him for a second. Dennis had always been a terrible liar.
A moment of silence passed between them. The noise of the ER amplified. A patient complaining loudly down the hall, monitors chiming insistently around them, the constant shuffle of feet from room to room.
Dennis shifted his weight and, almost unconsciously, took a half-step closer. Robby’s expression softened.
“…Denny,” He said.
Dennis blinked. He didn’t seem surprised by the name itself, Robby used it often when they were home, but he seemed struck by the tone. It was the one Robby reserved for when he knew Dennis was feeling…small.
“…Yeah?” Dennis mumbled.
Robby leaned in slightly, keeping his voice steady and calm. “You feel a little off today?”
Dennis hesitated, his brow furrowing as he tried to grasp a thought that seemed to keep slipping away. “I—don’t know,” he admitted. “Just… tired, I think.”
Robby knew Dennis’s tired— and this wasn't it.
A stretcher rolled past, forcing them to move. Robby stepped aside to give it room, and Dennis followed immediately, close enough that their shoulders brushed again.
Robby reached out, deliberate but gentle, and rested a hand on Dennis’s upper arm. It was a comforting gesture, one that wasn’t too obvious to the public, but familiar enough to steady him.
“Hey,” he murmured. “Look at me.”
Dennis complied. There was an open uncertainty in his expression now, less guarded than usual.
“You’ve been sticking pretty close to me all day,” Robby noted, keeping his tone level and warm.
Dennis flushed, color climbing up his neck. “Sorry. I didn't—realize.”
Robby gave him a small, reassuring smile. “Do you feel…fuzzy?” He asked carefully, knowing Dennis would understand. It was an echo of his own words, one he’d used before to describe the feeling of slipping into little space.
Dennis went quiet. For a moment, he looked like he might argue, but then his gaze dropped and he shifted closer again without even noticing. “Maybe,” he whispered.
“You’re doing a good job, regardless.” Robby encouraged, squeezing his arm once before letting go. “No disasters yet. I’m impressed.”
That earned a tiny chuckle, some of the tension in Dennis’s shoulder easing. “Surprising,” he muttered.
The moment was broken by Princess, who approached while telling Robby he was needed in Trauma two. Robby gave her a nod, sensing the suspicious look she gave the two of them as she walked away.
“Think you can stay with me for the rest of the shift?” Robby asked, making it sound like a request for help rather than a supervision tactic. Dennis nodded right away. This time, when he stepped into his spot at Robby’s side, the anxious edge was gone, replaced by a quiet, determined focus.
They worked the next case together. A high-risk patient with blunt trauma. Dennis assisted quietly, and though Robby trusted his skills, he purposely assigned him the simpler tasks, in order to avoid piling on pressure when the boy was already in a vulnerable state.
Dennis did well, passing instruments when prompted and saying close enough to feel safe, while still giving Robby room to move freely.
Twenty minutes later, the patient was stable, and Dennis followed Robby back into the hall, looking radiant with quiet pride.
As the night shift staff began to arrive, charts were finalized and patients were transferred over. All the while, Robby finished the mountain of charting he’d accumulated, Dennis settled onto a stool at the workstation next to him, leaning his head against the counter, content just being his shadow.
When Robby was finally finished, he glanced over. “Alright. All done. Ready to go home?”
Dennis blinked slowly, like he’d just been pulled out of a daydream. “Home,” he said, a slow, soft smile spreading across his face.
They walked toward the ambulance bay where Robby’s bike was parked, their shadows stretching long under the security lights. The night air was a blessing, cool and refreshing compared to the cramped ED.
Robby grabbed their helmets, tossing the smaller one to Dennis without looking. Dennis caught it with a giggle, putting it on automatically. His helmet was smaller than Robby’s, custom-fitted and covered in farm animal stickers, matching the ones he’d also snuck onto the motorcycle’s fuel tank.
Dennis swung onto the back, right behind Robby. This time, there was no hesitation. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms securely around Robby’s waist and pressing his chest firmly against his back.
Robby’s hand reached down, squeezing Dennis’s forearm. “Comfortable?”
A muffled hum vibrated against his shoulder, followed by a soft, certain, “Yeah.”
The engine rumbled to life, a steady, grounding thrum beneath them. As they pulled out into city traffic, Dennis tucked his helmet into the crook of Robby’s shoulder. His grip was firm, not out of fear, but out of a simple, pure need for contact.
At a red light, the city hummed around them in a blur of nightlights and distant sirens.
“You fall asleep back there?” Robby called over his shoulder, an easy grin tugging at his lips.
Dennis let out a soft, breathy laugh. “No.”
“You sure?”
Dennis nodded, his helmet bumping Robby’s shoulder. “Just happy.”
Robby hummed. “…We’ll get you home soon, sweetheart.”
The light turned green, and they moved again. Dennis didn't budge, anchored by the certainty that he didn't have to be the doctor anymore. He could just be Robby’s.
- Kinger is the most comforting, nurturing and kind-hearted caregiver you could ask for! Always ready to listen or give advice, he chooses his words carefully and precisely.
- I headcanon him as giving off a very nostalgic, caring, parental vibe. Having him as your caregiver makes you feel the same way you did when you used to wake up at Grandma's house or go to your favorite park. He is pure childhood enjoyment and comfort, like hugging your baby blanket years later.
- He loves to read stories to you, listen to you ramble, doodle with you, build pillow forts, and create all types of fun crafts.
- Kinger enjoys being a caregiver and it gives him a sense of purpose. He feels smart and important when he realizes people rely on him. He is naturally, to his core, a very non-judgemental person. He has advice for any situation and will never judge, be crude, ridicule you, or laugh at you.
- He is super stocked up on all types of snacks. In his endless pockets, he pulls out toys, pacifiers, crayons, notebooks, etc. when you are particularly cranky.
- He always knows how to calm you down. Whatever you are going through, Kinger has the ability to calm your nerves.
- I also think he wouldn't understand age regression or even label it as that. Not in a bad way, I just think he'd view it as you slipping into a different headspace, similar to how he does.
-If you're scared of the dark he will make you laugh by holding his breath and lighting up the room. He tells you to count how long he can hold his breath, trying to distract you and ease your anxiety. You always mess up counting, though, and it takes everything in him not to giggle.
- Kinger thinks you're the cutest baby ever and is always nice and always sweet and he never yells or gets angry.
Thinking about a regressor who hasn't really fully regressed before because they know how clingy and fussy they'll get and don't wanna burden whoever cares for them (it was already a big step to let someone care for them) until they start slipping a little too hard and too far for them to control so now they're not only clingy but upset because they didn't mean for this to happen so its extra bad but their CG is so gentle and so kind the whole time it really only makes them cry harder and they spend hours together, regressor bawling their eyes out and CG gently shushing them and holding them so tight and so close and waough
And after it all the regressor tries to avoid CG or immediately apologize but is cut off and told they don't need to apologize or better yet, "what are you sorry for?" and now they wanna cry again
Bonus points if the regressor had a childhood where they weren't allowed to express emotion especially negative emotion so this is really scary and new
btw your fictional cg is holding u in their arms right now .... and rocking u side to side, rubbing your back... telling u it's all okay & you're safe... and they love you sooo much. this is true.
indulgent minecraft stimboard!! i've been playing on a server with some fwends recently and i'm having so much fun!!! we hav the hat mod and one of the ones i got was a binky :3c
I don’t want to abuse my request privileges but…….you know I’ve got one baby bootie in adventure time rn……..can I request BMO and cg!jake playing toys with little!finn 😭😭🫶🫶
flips will and mike moodboard!!! can you tell they're my favs rn lol,,,, either way they BOTH deserve to regress so much i can never decide which one would be the caregiver and which one would regress!!! why not make them both <33
(my requests are open, all pictures from pinterest!!!)
-> Like I mentioned in my Nancy headcanons, if one is your caregiver the other is there too
-> Literally your papa and mama
-> Extremely patient!
-> Even if you accidentally mess something up or may act a lil bratty he’s keeping his voice low and gently tries to reassure and help you
-> He definitely has a little photo album with pictures of you three in it like a lil family
-> That’s why he always tries to capture cute moments on camera (his favorite picture is one where you and Nancy are taking a nap and cuddling together on the couch. He always has that one with him!)
-> Enjoys spending time outside with you
-> It’s really easy to get him to cave in just by giving him puppy eyes
-> He has a hard time saying no to those big adorable eyes😭
-> Honestly I feel like not only Will would know about you but Joyce as well!
-> Jonathan definitely asks her for some advice
-> Will loves playing with you!
-> Jonathan thinks it’s really sweet when you guys play together (obvi gonna add it to the picture book later on)
-> Nancy and him agreed on having Steve be your main babysitter
-> Two of his fav things to do is cuddle with you or feed you
-> He’s really good at fixing toys!
-> So if you accidentally break something there’s no need to be upset cause your papa is gonna fix it for you!
-> He’s VERY protective of you
-> Considering what he went through with Will back then he definitely wants to keep you safe from any kind of danger including Vecna and the upside down
-> Both he and Nancy REFUSE to let you get involved😭
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