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Monophobia - Drabbles? [Caregivers Alcina, Karl, Donna & Mother Miranda]

Monophobia - The fear of being alone.

Synopsis: You don't like being left alone while your caregiver attends to their..."duties".

This can partially be for those who fear abandonment, like myself. There's no phobia of abandonment, which is why I resorted to using monophobia instead.

I needed self-indulgent fluff. (┬┬﹏┬┬)

These aren't really headcanons, but they aren't exactly drabbles either...I didn't know what to call them! Enjoy, regardless. :)

CW: "Duties" meaning murder. That should be implied when I write for these 4 lol. However most of it is only insinuated. Mother Miranda's section includes her squeezing a heart. Cassandra, Bela and Daniela are also included. I love writing for them so much lol. [Cassandra also looks like me, so I love her.]

MC is a new addition to their caregiver's life; this is MC's first reaction to when caregiver leaves to deal with 'threats'. MC is a somewhat younger headspace. In this selection of drabbles/headcanons I'd like to establish how MC came to be with them, how their caregivers are like, etc. The threat in these are implied to be anybody, but it can be Ethan if you'd like. Ethan dies in every one of these, though.

I slipped a Barbie reference in here...see if you can find it. <3 [Not the new movie! Old Barbie. :) Princess and the Pauper, specifically. It's one of my favourite movies!!]

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The moment Alcina heard a man thing had entered the grounds of the castle, she had felt anger; the protective urge that always appeared when there was a threat on her property was strong, and even stronger now that she had a baby within her family.

Man things will not survive long here. And as much as she loved it when her daughters hunted throughout the halls searching for the pesky man thing, she did not allow them to do so this time.

It would be cruel to lock you in a room until they caught him. The last one remained for several hours, and after several broken windows, bullet marks and blood stains, they showed no mercy.

Who's to say how long this one would last?

Not long, but still...you need supervision.

So after a few whines from Daniela and Cassandra, and smacks on the back of their heads from Bela, Alcina went to speak with you about it.

It's only fair her beloved child hears this news from her. You've been so adorably clingy to her, which she adored with every fibre of her gigantic being.

The main hall was where you sat, mindlessly playing with your stuffed animals and porcelain dolls - made with love by Donna and Angie - and she only smiled.

As angry as the man thing had made her, you always made her happy.

But the saddened look on your face made her everlasting heart break.

"Why, mama?"

Oh, if only she could tell you...

"Well, dear..." She started, upset to have to leave you, "I have been requested to speak with Mother Miranda, of course."

A lie. But what should she tell you? Honesty is a virtue, but honesty would give you nightmares and make you afraid of her.

You were afraid the moment you walked into her doors, and she hated it.

"...Mother Miranda?"

"Yes!" She nodded, kneeling to place a giant hand onto your head to glide her gloved fingers through your hair. "It's nothing too important, just a regular mother and daughter chat. She told me she had a gift for you..."

Also a lie. Just a gigantic lie wrapped in more lies, tied with a pretty little...truth.

Miranda didn't have a gift for you. But Alcina did. Kept away in her quarters was a wrapped little stuffed flying moroaică, custom made after you had become enamoured with the flying creatures, and she planned to give it to you one of these days, anyway.

You looked unsure, still. And she didn't want to do this. But sometimes, duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.

"I will try not to be gone long...I promise, I will come back to you as soon as possible. And your sisters are more than eager to watch you and spend time with you until I get back."

Bela, more so, was eager. Despite finding her sisters to be somewhat annoying sometimes, she loved being the eldest, and had so many things she wanted to do with you.

Not to say that Cassandra and Daniela didn't like you; that was far from the truth! They loved to play with you, spoil you, do things with you...they didn't like being so rough around the edges all the time. They loved your body heat, most of all. Cuddling was a very common activity in this household.

But when a man thing is concerned, they cannot help but want to rip him limb from limb, baby be damned.

"...Okay. Promise?"

She could only pout a bit as you lifted a tiny pinky finger, and her own merely swallowed it whole; a firm grip around your pinky, she hummed, "I promise."

And with a kiss to your head, she stood back up to her full height and strutted toward the entrance, eager to rip the man thing to pieces.

Bela had fluttered in minutes later, the bugs quickly coming together to form your eldest sister. "Hello, mouse," she muttered, a smile on her face.

You looked...sad.

You felt it, too.

The house felt empty without your mother's footsteps. You always felt secure hearing the heavy footfalls.

"Hey now..." she whispered, kneeling down beside you and wiping a rogue tear from your eye. "Mother will return soon. She just has...duties to fulfill. She's a very busy woman, sometimes."

"...Yeah." You whispered, staring at the floor.

Bela had understood completely; her mother saved your life, it was only fair that she had become an important figure in your life, despite not being here for very long. After she plays with you for a little bit, she had planned to put you in your bedroom for a nap, as directed by mother. You needed more rest than your sisters.

"You know, having fun passes the time, sweetling," she smiled once more, picking up a stuffed sheep. "By the time you realize time has passed, she will walk through the front door and you will see her once more."

"Yeah," the familiar buzzes of two other girls came in. Cassandra and Daniela were grinning down at the two of you, and both kneeled on your right. Daniela picked up another stuffed animal, this time an owl, and looked to Cassandra with a shine in her eyes, as Cassandra picked up a plush lion. "Let's start an animal fight club!"

"Daniela!" Bela looked to Daniela with a glare, her eyes moving to look at her and then at you, signaling for Daniela to shut up. She did not plan on having her two youngest sisters ruining her plans to tire you out.

Alcina would come in covered in blood, as she always is, and she'd freak if she saw you awake as she walked into the estate, bloodied with her claws out.

Not a sight for young ones to see, she tutted.

"What?! Mouse here can handle the money! They'll be rich!"

"Exactly! Who do you think would win? I place the bets on Lion King here!"

Bela only sighed, keeping her gloved hands over your ears as you stared at your sisters with confusion. The two girls just continued excitedly betting on who'd win, and then eventually smashed the stuffed animals together.

"Idiots..."

When Alcina had returned, coated in blood and ready to offer the remains of the man thing to her daughters, she came back to you, asleep, an exhausted Bela who was facepalming with you on her lap, and Cassandra and Daniela, coated in fluff with their sickles out. They seemed to be fighting. And they knew better than to involve themselves when both girls became violent with each other.

They'd be fine, but...it was still disrespectful. Alcina eyed the remains of stuffed animals, littered all over the marble floor and free of fluff, and she mentally clicked her tongue. She'd have to replace those. Or phone Donna. Either or.

"What...is the meaning of this?!" Alcina's voice boomed, and Bela sighed in relief, glad her mother was here as she kept one hand on your ear, as the other ear was stuffed in her lap.

"The...animal fight club became a little too...personal."

"The...what?"

"Don't ask me, mother." Bela grumbled, shaking her head. "Please give Donna a call...we're going to need sewing supplies. And fluff."

Another idiot had denied Karl's offer to overthrow Miranda, and another idiot must die.

A daily routine for Karl, but not this time. Because beforehand, he didn't have a beloved child to watch over.

He realized now how difficult this would be. His usual plan included luring said idiot into his factory, to perish to Sturm, or himself. Or both, really.

But now that he had you, nested and cozy within his factory with a large room to call your own, he needed to keep the idiot away from you.

So now he needs to lure them to the field outdoors.

But when he went to inform you of his absence, you broke his heart.

"Come on kiddo," he reasoned, putting his hammer down, "I won't be gone long."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he nodded, peering at you through his glasses, "your pops just has...someone to speak to. That's all!"

"Why can't you speak to him in here, papa?"

He clicks his tongue, "Because they'll dirty my factory, gearling."

"...Really? Are they...dirty?"

"Yes. Yes, they are." He nodded, agreeing with your speculation, "And your old pops here has to deal with them, so they don't dirty our abode. Okay?"

"...Okay." You mumbled, and he knew that wasn't enough to satisfy you, but you wouldn't make it his problem.

"I'll speak with you through the TV. Hm? Sound good?" He pointed to the one on his desk, and that seemed to make you happy.

It was the same one he used to speak with you the day he found you wandering throughout Moreau's reservoir.

"You won't be alone. Remember that, okay?" He reassured, motioning around the room, "Outside these walls are thousands of soldats, ready to haul ass to keep you safe. And Sturm! Don't forget Sturm."

At the mention of his name, Sturm loudly rumbled below, as if agreeing. As much as he hated Sturm sometimes, he knew the big, fan-hybrid would keep you protected. No one met Sturm and left alive.

"Promise you, I'll be quick."

He always was.

A quick hug and kiss on the forehead were exchanged, and he was off.

But when he returned, satisfied after dealing with another ignoramus, he came to see not only Sturm coated in stickers, but two soldats with bows around their necks and coated in glitter.

"...What the hell am I witnessing right now?"

One of the soldats only angrily grumbled at Karl as another helped colour in a page for you. It looked horrible as opposed to yours, but when it was pulled up for Karl to see, he only cringed as Sturm rumbled in encouragement.

"...Real nice, buddy."

Who knew such a sweet thing could make his creatures do things like this?

One thing's for sure, though...that drawing is NOT being hung up like the rest of yours...orange and green do NOT look good on his walls.

Here was the issue.

Many people did not survive Donna's garden of flowers. The flashbacks, the memories...many perished, thinking they were reality.

Whether by Lycans or by self-inflicted wounds, the point was, most did not live. And that was a good thing, seeing that Donna had a little one to protect, now.

Except for this one. Knowing her flowers gave off nothing but hallucinations, they pushed forward.

And this...this could not continue much longer. Not with you at risk.

Every doll in Donna's estate had agreed that this brave individual needed to be dealt with.

Donna stood before you in the living room, our mother's veil coating her face and Angie snug within her arms, and you knew that she had to leave, if her veil was present.

"Where are you going, mama?" Your voice questioned, two vibrating porcelain dolls held within each hand, eager to be played with. At first their motions had scared you, but you realized they only vibrated with excitement. They giggled when in your hands, too.

"I must tend to important matters, little one..." Her soft voice informed you, and Angie giggled in agreement.

"Be back in a jiffy!" Her voice shrieked, and you looked at them with a sad expression. They never left you before...why now?

"Aw, come on now!" Angie tilted her head, "Don't look so glum...this will be done realllly quickly! Promise!"

Donna nodded in agreement, however the veil made it hard to notice. "Please take comfort in my creations...I shall not take too long."

She stepped forward until she was standing above you, and she glided her fingers through your hair as Angie patted you. When you blinked, they were gone.

They did not lie, however, as they were not too long. However, you weren't in the living room.

At first they panicked, only for dolls to vibrate and look toward your bedroom.

And you laid within your bed, sleeping, with several dolls surrounding you, some in your arms, one atop the bedframe...

Peaceful.

An idiot corrupting and ruining the routine of the lords within the blessed lands of Mother Miranda was a common occurence, but many do not last beyond the Lycans, the lords, or the elements.

But this one has survived. And that...that was not what Miranda had wanted to hear.

So you were left in the care of Alcina. She had experience with children, she wouldn't leave you to die to metallic embodiments of agony like Karl [she knew of his dislike of her, anyway] or let you drown like Moreau.

She had no time to say goodbye, or to kiss your head. She was too enraged. A threat like that could not survive.

She couldn't have you taken from her.

She lead them into the field, ripped their heart from their chest and let the scarlet fluid within it coat her flesh like rain. As they fell to the ground, deceased, she laughed in amusement. Finally, a crisis averted.

She liked the tough ones. A challenge.

But as she faded away and found herself within the front hall of Alcina's mansion, she heard sniffles.

Your sniffles.

And guilt ate at her.

So she rushed toward the noise, and saw three girls trying to cheer you up.

"I can't believe the "stupid man thing" musical act didn't work! It always works!"

"When one of US is sad, Cassandra! It won't work on a human!"

"So?! What's the difference?!"

"The difference is, you ripped a moroică's head off in front of them as you sang show tunes!"

"That's how "stupid man thing" goes!"

"Greetings, girls," Miranda's voice was intimidating, and the three girls looked to her.

They took this as a hint to leave.

"We'll take our leave, Mother Miranda," Bela announced, and the other two girls only nodded, bowing and leaving, not before giving you pats on the head, of course.

When the girls had fluttered out of the room,

"Hello, my draga mea," she muttered, rushing to hug you to her, wings appearing out of her back to wrap them around you.

"...You left me, mama," you sniffled, tears rushing out of your eyes, and she wiped them away, "'was scared."

"I know, darling," she whispered into your hair as she kissed the area a few times, "but mama had to. There was...a threat. I will never do that again."

"...Promise?"

"Absolutely..."

There was a comfortable silence as she rocked you, but her brows were raised in confusion. "But darling...tell me more about this..."man thing" act Cassandra mentioned?"

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babieroachy · 7 months

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comfort check

lounging in an ouch position?

haven't taken a deep breath lately?

hungry? thirsty?

need to use the toilet?

too much sensory input?

this is your reminder to get comfortable! go do what you need to do!

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babieroachy · 7 months

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꒰੭⸝⸝´`⸝⸝꒱੭ make me tiny . . Please

I don’t want to be big . m jus a kid . jus wanna cuddle with all my stuffies . Play in my crib . Paci in mouth . I want to drink from my bottles n sippy cups . Eat from cute sectioned plates with cute spoons n forks . Please .

I just wanna giggle at everything . Babbling away . Run around in my onesies n tutu bloomers . Cute bows in my hair . Just wanting nothing more than to safely and happily heal . I’m traumatized . I’m a scared little kid . And this is how I heal best . I want to be tiny . Always . I’m a real kid . A forever kid .

To be taken care of because I wasn’t in the ways I needed in the past . I wasn’t protected and cared for in my most traumatic moments of my life . I want to be loved . I just want to be okay again . My brain says the meanest things and can get so scary so often so quick . Just let me heal and cope . This is me at my happiest . Don’t let me leave this all behind . I’m just a kid . I was just a kid . I should’ve been protected so I created this safe space for that . So no one can ever hurt me in that way again . Safe . Safe with mama forever 🩷

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babieroachy · 8 months

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anon questions 💌: agere & dealing with mental health. agere and mental health probelms sometimes come hand in hand. & doing agere activites whilst looking after our little selves in a bad mindspace can be incredibly difficult, so here are some top tips from pumpkin <3.

take it easy ⭐

one of the first things i say to littles who are struggling with mental health or having those dark days is to eake it easy. if you can, cut your to do list by half and take a moment to look after yourself <3. we tend to forget about how delicate our body and especially our minds can be & sometimes we need to physcially look after them from time for time <3. so take a deep breath, clear your mind and & take it one step at a time <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ taking a break doesn't make you bad.🌙

taking a break from little space for a while doesn't make you a bad little. sometimes life likes to pull the rug out from under your feet and consume you with other things- which is why the decision to hold off on being a little for the time being is so brave & wise to make. you are attempting to better youself & also sheilding your little self from having to experience what you're going through- which just shows how brave you are <3. not regressing for a while doesn't mean you're not a little anymore, you're still valid to the agere community <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ look after your big self first ⭐

as a member of the agere community, we are familiar with routines for our littleside to make sure they're happy & looked after <3. but sometimes we forget that our big selves need some routines too, especially when things get hard. so why not spend some time doing big activies you enjoy- or even surround yourself with friends & family until you feel a little better <3. it isn't a crime to put yourself first honeybees, we need you all to be okay <3

❀•°❀°•❀ ignore the deep end🌙

when you finally feel up to being little again, i know it can seem tempting to jump straight back in the deep end & pick up where you left off- but dont. remember that you're body & mind have gone through some tough circumstances the past couple of months, and instead ignore the deep end and take baby steps back into the community. let your little space happen naturally, and don't force it to magically happen again as that side could still be healing too from those dark days <3. i promise that you're not going to disappoint anyone for putting yourself first, look after yourself- okay? <3

❀•°❀°•❀ you're flame will come back, i promise <3⭐

you're flame will come back, i promise <3. sometimes when we're in those dark moments, it can feel like forever. those periods of my life feel like a lifetime- when it reality it was a couple of months- maybe a couple of years max. as you get older, you realise how big the spectrum of time is. the things that feel earth shattering to me when i was fourteen/fifteen- i don't have to think about or worry anymore. the bad times will end, the black smoke will disappear and you will feel like yourself one day- i pinky promise you <3. you just have to keep fighting until that day comes- which i know sounds hard, but you have all of us here to help you too <3. you've got this <3

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babieroachy · 8 months

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baby of the day!!!

todays baby of the day is you!! you are the smallest cutest baby i the world!! keep going little one!!

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babieroachy · 8 months

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*finds a new show / game*

*sees emotionally damaged character*

yeah, i like you, i kin you.. you age regress..

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babieroachy · 8 months

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you know what? *regresses your blorbo*

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babieroachy · 8 months

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baby of the day!!!

todays baby of the day is you!! you are the smallest cutest baby i the world!! keep going little one!!

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babieroachy · 8 months

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🐐 -> Sherb (Animal Crossing) Stimboard !

📦 -> with white & pastel blue stims !

📭 -> rqd by @anotokayspacegirl !

📘 -> ❄️ - ☁️ - ❄️ / ☁️ - ☁️ / ❄️ - ☁️ - ❄️

🔓 -> requests open ! rq info !

DNI -> NSFW/Kink/Bigots/Etc. I'll Block You.

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babieroachy · 8 months

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And so what if I project agere headcanons onto characters from literally every piece of media I watch? Mind your own business?

These are MY agere hc and you can pry them from my cold dead hands guys

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babieroachy · 8 months

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im not sure if you do moodboards for this media or if you even know of it, but could i possibly get a moodboard of sam porter bridges from death stranding? i find him really comforting but i havent been able to find any death stranding agere content anywhere :( if you can't do this request, thats okay!!! thank you for your time!!!!!!

-@babieroachy

pumpkin's moodboard 🖼️ - ahh what do we think? it is okay? i really like how the blue turned out! <3 i hope you enjoy it! <3. - made by pumpkin <3

#eeeeeeeeeee its perfect!!!!!!#thank u so much!!!!!

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babieroachy · 8 months

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🌺 Lifeweaver as a Caregiver [HEADCANONS]

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🌺 This man is the embodiment of wholesomeness! He'd be an affectionate caregiver, making sure you feel loved and appreciated.

🌺 He will look away when you're doing something you're not supposed to - something minor, of course - but he does know when and how to discipline you. His punishments are not harsh, of course. Writing lines, sitting in the corner, or even planting flowers in one of his many gardens [assuming you find it boring, of course].

🌺 A teacher in many ways. He will let you learn things by yourself. Roses have thorns, and if you touch them even after he told you not to, you may learn. But worry not, if you come to him with a bloody finger and tears down your cheeks, he'll smile softly and tell you what you could have done better. "What have you learned, hmm? I want what's best for you, blossom."

🌺 Definitely uses his life grip on you. Running too close to a road? Gripped. He's sitting down and wants you to cuddle with him? Gripped. It's handy if you're rowdy!

🌺 Doesn't mind what you call him, in terms of titles. Papa, daddy...hell, he'll accept mama, too. All up to you.

🌺 Obsessed with keeping you healthy. Always makes sure you drink water, you eat your food, you sleep well. He's a medical gentleman, after all.

🌺 Loves to use the blossom on his back to make a seat, so you can sit on his lap. It's perfect for when you're outdoors and need a little break.

🌺 Uses his healing flowers on you when you're injured. It's fascinating to see these yellow blooms become one with your injuries, only to see said injury fade away. He loves seeing your face when he does it.

🌺 Keeps a level head when you get hurt. However one time he brought you to the park, and you fell from the monkey bars, and your scream scared him. He had to apologize to other parents for spawning a gigantic, pink healing tree out of nowhere, albeit everyone was more fascinated than concerned. When he heard your scream he stood up, yelled "Chii-wít bpòk-bpâawng chii-wít!!" and...boom. Magic healing tree. It was funny, and you both still giggle about it.

🌺 Loves giving you kisses. Anywhere he can reach, it is kissed. o(^▽^)o

🌺 Keeps you safe at all times. He's wanted in several places, and if he suspects there'll be danger he keeps you protected.

🌺 Whenever you're feeling upset he'll craft a rose for you, right in front of your very eyes. It always has healing properties, too.

🌺 Finds positivity in everything! And finds excuses to cuddle you. "Oh, dear. Did you fall? I guess you have to cuddle with papa until you heal, then. 🤭"

🌺 Keeps you from Satya, in case she mocks your dynamic. He won't let her comments bother him, but they'll bother you, and he wants to prevent that.

🌺 Becomes upset if he has to leave on a mission, but he leaves you with people he trusts until he comes back. He's always quick.

🌺 Tells you child-proofed stories of what happens on the battlefield. "There was a robot? Really?" "Mhm! He was a large fellow. He was quite nice!" "How did you get the enemies to stop pushing him?" "...A nice, friendly chat, of course! 🙃"

🌺 Does anything in his power to make you giggle.

🌺 Picnics in nature are more than common. Once or twice a week, you are taken into a field to have some food. He loves nature, he loves you...

🌺 Makes sure you get back up when you fall, literally and metaphorically. "Ohh, darling...the most important thing about falling is making sure you get back up. I'm with you. ❤"

🌺 Hates it when you bring yourself down, and makes sure he brings you up! Daily affirmations are done every single morning. He loves doing your hair and helping you pick an outfit, so as he does your hair or helps you get dressed, you'll do daily affirmations together.

"What are you?"

"Amazing, talented..."

"And?"

"A beautiful blossom."

"Absolutely." 🌺

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