#cg!quackity

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little!c!revivebur hcs with c!quackity as a caregiver. .?

Yep! I’ll use Revivebur throughout this bc you specifically called him that!

Tw: none

-Quackity can’t stand Revivebur unless he’s little at the beginning

-like they do not have a close relationship until after Revivebur ends up at his doorstep babbling for being held

-Quackity gets along with him after that

-Revivebur just wants to run around most of the time. He loves to just skip and have fun, so he rarely goes to Q.

-Q is usually there when he needs, though, like when he’s too small to go adventuring

-Quackity once gave Wilbur a piggyback ride once and he swears he can still feel him

-no regrets, though, Wilbur was too cute to regret it

-Wilbur is used to the Techno and Phil way of dealing with regressors, which is walk around in circles and babble

-so sometimes Wilbur drags Quackity around L’manhole and talks to him about things before throwing himself into the mud for the third time that month

-Quackity laughs ever time despite the fact Wilbur will drag mud into the house

-it starts off tense but slowly they start vibing together

[antoni-anxiety]

Request here!

I love anything having to do with little sapnap and little karl hanging out together. They would probably be somewhat quiet and shy but chat back and forth on the floor. Karl would take charge to show sap his favorite stuff and sapnap would simply smile and enjoy. Sapnap would use soft blocks and stack them up high and then let karl run through them lol

I hope you like this!! thank you for the request!!! <333

Karl was a regressor, this was known to everyone in the platonic throuple, aka him, Quackity and Sapnap; it had been going smoothly, Quackity spoiling Karl with a lot of regression stuff while taking care of him with Sapnap. It was a normal evening on the server and Karl was starting to slip at a quick rate and wanted to inform one of his carers- he hated being alone when regressed, it made him scared and confused. In this already disoriented state, Karl was shocked to see Sapnap in his frog hoodie, crying in a foetal position on the floor and biting on his thumb. Knowing that his other carer was out working at his casino for the night, Karl knew that he had to be a big boy and help his Papa! As Karl toddled over, Sapnap kept sniffling into his knees until he felt a tug on one of his sleeves. In a panic of being noticed he jumped and tried to hide himself further into the wall he was leaning on for support seconds ago. Karl was confused as to why his Papa was acting like this, and yet in his child-like mind, it seemed to click together at a surprising rate. “Oh.. is Papa small?” Karl asked, tilting his head like a puppy to which he got a small, hidden nod in response. The slightly mentally older boy of the two decided to call his Dada to tell him what happened but to his surprise, Sapnap grabbed his hand in a way of asking him to stay at which Karl just smiled nicely. “Oki Pap- should I call you bubba now?” Karl queried nobody in particular and interrupted himself in a small gasp that was filled with childish wonder and realisation, to only be continued by an exclamation, “I’ve got a little bubba now!!”. At those words, Sapnap seemed to perk up and smile in the same wonder Karl did moments prior.

Filled with older sibling pride, Karl decided to help Sapnap up and lead him to his room which had building blocks (all soft of course, Quackity didn’t want his little one to hurt himself on accident), stuffies and some rattles scattered about incase he were to regress to a younger age. Despite seeing all of this several times, Sapnap looked at the older boy as if he were asking to play. Leading him to the centre of the room, he plonked them both down on the soft carpet when he noticed that his little brother was hugging himself. His 7 year old logic added together that Sapnap needed a cuddle buddy so he grabbed one of his stuffies which was a soft green dinosaur called Guy as per Quackity’s request and gently gave it to Sapnap. The younger practically beamed and hugged the stuffy tightly. “Wanna play wif blocks?” Karl asked, excited to finally have a playdate with one of his best friends. Sapnap hesitantly nodded before mumbling out a short question, “‘ow pl’y?”. “Oh! Is simple! You jus’ gotta build it up an then we gets’ta knock it down! It’s super fun! You wanna?” Karl explained. With the way that Karl explained it it was really no surprise that Sapnap agreed and started grabbing at the blocks with clumsy yet effective movements. They both decided that Karl would pass him the blocks and Sapnap would place them in a tower with honestly impressive balance. What Karl originally had in mind was a competition with who could build a tower the fastest but with Sapnap’s age, the older deemed it unfair and decided to settle on utter destruction which he luckily agreed to. Once the tower was about 14 blocks high (once again, genuinely impressive for Sapnap’s mental state) he gave a solemn nod and scooched out of the way still tightly holding Guy. As Karl stood up he took a couple steps back and crashed into the tower, tumbling down with it. He luckily didn’t hurt himself on the carpet but if he did he’s sure that his now little brothers giggles from across the room would cheer him up, which they did even if he wasn’t upset. Many people would say that laughter is contagious but almost all of Sapnap’s friends would say that his laugh would make anyone happy and this was the case right now as Karl started giggling too which then erupted to a laughing fit neither of the boys could stop.

And that was exactly how Quackity found them, although he was confused as to why Sapnap also seemed to be regressed, his heart was warmed up by the sweet sight. He would later have questions like why Sapnap was repressing his regression and why he didn’t tell him but that was a conversation for another day. He was tired after work and so it seemed were the boys, yawning in between (a/n: not sorry) their giggles. The strangely father-like figure ushered them both to clean up the toys, which he of course helped with and settled them in each of their beds. The boys were happy with their fun day and Quackity fell into a dreamless sleep after wondering how he’d approach Sapnap the next day. In the end, all was good and everyone was happy, as all stories should end. But what made Sapnap so upset in the first place? Will we ever know? Even if it was an important issue, they would solve it together, with their newly found coping mechanism and the power of friendship, and we can’t forget Guy now, can we?

Thank you for reading! I hope this was worth the read as it took nearly an hour xD, ily all, stay safe and don’t forget to stay swaggy

-love, Amelka <3

[dsmp-agere-stuff]

Can I request babyspace Sapnap with cg Karl and Quackity, please?

Yes you can!

Tw: mention of Karl and Q not getting along after the —

-Baby Sap has the worst humor and his CGs love it. He just starts making fart noises with his mouth and they’ll either make the sound back or start laughing.

-neither of them can lift him so they have a rolling chair that they have dubbed “the stroller” that they just roll around the house with Sapnap in it

-Karl loves playing simple games with Sapnap especially Go Fish. They mess up the rules sometimes, but it’s fun enough.

-Sapnap adores Quackity’s wings big or small and will just make grabby hands from the floor to touch them

-Sapnap has so many pacifiers and he loses so many (Karl dropping them under the couch and forgetting to pick them up after does not help)

-Quackity loves giving Sapnap forehead kisses bc Sapnap just melts and babbles whenever he gets them

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-Karl and Quackity still don’t get along but Sapnap doesn’t deserve to be put in the middle, so they have an arrangement that it Sapnap wants to regress and he’s able to get to Las Nevadas, Quackity will drop everything to play with him

-Karl had Foolish build a swing set just for Sapnap, which Sapnap goes to whenever he’s sad

[antoni-anxiety]

thank you for the suggestion!!

@mcyt-regresstion

Cw- anger issues, loud verbal violence

It was quite a chill day for Quackity, just had to get some materials for an extension to the casino, so nothing too stressful, but unfortunately for him, a certain ball of slime decided to bother him while he was going through an oak forest. Now normally, Quackity would have just let him do his own thing as he was a friend of sorts to the man but for no actual reason today he was really short tempered. And so, with Charlie’s little queries and exclamations, Big Q got irritated quite easily, crimson fog covering his sight like aggressive rose tinted glasses and couldn't help but start screaming at him saying things such as, ‘‘WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO GOD DAMN IRRITATING’’ and ‘‘DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!’’. Those words brought a lot of sour nostalgia to the man as it did sound like things he heard against Tommy when the two used to speak in the less chaotic times. However, as the red began to fade from his sight he saw Charlie’s shoulders slump slightly and yet, in an attempt to hide his guilt he childishly huffed, turned back around and stomped forward in search for a good looking tree to chop next.

After a solid 10 minutes of silence, the older of the two started to get concerned; even if he did yell at the slime boy to be quiet, he didn't expect complete radio silence other than the occasional drip of goop to the leaves that scattered the forest ground. Finally pushing back his stubborn nature, he turned around to see the boy missing. He would never admit this but he did feel quite overprotective over the goopy man, so when he saw him missing in the middle of a forest that the both of them barely knew, he couldn’t help but panic. Letting out a distressed cry in his fear, he mentally declared that he should probably take a second to calm himself down before looking for Charlie. He did some breathing exercises he’s almost certain Sam taught him when he was younger before he set off retracing his steps. Something that scared the man even more was not knowing when his friend had left him so he wasn’t sure where to look. Regardless of this, he kept looking and as if the stars were just -nearly- perfectly aligned today, he found him yet it was in quite a concerning state that he did so. Charlie was curled in a tight ball and crying to himself- Quackity wasn’t sure and he didn’t think he ever would be about where the tears were produced in the Goop Man™ ‘s body but that wasn’t his biggest concern in this moment.

Hearing something disturb the quiet he grew used to after a while Slimecicle looked

up and immediately hid his face again after he saw the short yet intimidating

Quackity standing above him. Something didn’t seem right to the boy as he took in his surroundings yet again: everything seemed so much bigger and scarier to him than it did before. Everything being, well, everything except Quackity which surprised Charlie who was the one thinking these thoughts. Although it was obvious to everyone who saw them that the younger of the two looked up to his friend, he also feared him a lot; it was like a condescending parent and their kid who constantly wanted to make them feel proud. It was always so tiring for Charlie to keep trying to be more independent and more serious when it was just in his nature to be curious and boisterous. This is why it shocked Charlie to not feel the need to put this facáde up- maybe it was the concerned and open look on his friend's face or the hand reaching out towards him but Slime already felt safer than usual. This however didn’t stop the goop-like-tears rolling down his face; in his already confused mind, it made no sense to him why everything was so scary or why he felt so small and he didn’t like it.

Quackity grew more and more concerned by the second when Charlie’s shoulders started quivering more and his sobs were getting louder and it was like he wasn’t even trying to hide them anymore. Sighing, Big Q decided that he had to do something more than stand around so he knelt down and pulled Slime into a tight, awkward hug. To each of their surprises, that helped both of their stresses melt away. After the young one’s cries slowed down, Quackity pulled away and decided that he had to pull out the big guns- w o r d s. ‘‘Hey.. you doing okay there?’’ he asked, unsure of what tone of voice to put on so he settled on a hesitant yet caring one. Charlie's head tilted slightly at the question and even if it seemed like he was considering answering it, it didn’t matter because his train of thought changed to his own slimy fingers which he found more entertaining than conversing properly. (same bud, same) Quackity somehow guessed that the situation was that Charlie had regressed in the stressful situation. Being completely honest, Big Q only took care of one little in the past before and it wasn’t too bad but it was sure an experience trying to catch Karl from running directly into the ocean. Our friend somehow managed to pick up his favourite, annoying ball of slime up and decided to abandon the logs of wood, this being his current priority- he could come back for them later.

After a 20 minute walk to his home in Las Nevadas, Charlie seemed to have fallen asleep in Quackity’s arms and not wanting to disturb the boy anymore, he laid him on the couch, grabbing a blanket and snuggling up to him. It was well known information to everybody in the server that words weren’t Quackity’s strong suit, especially not in serious situations like this but nobody actually knew what his love language was. This would later on quickly become well known in Las Nevadas when early in the morning, Foolish walked in on the wholesome scene and took a picture of it. That would definitely be getting framed, and Big Q would not be happy.