#regression tw

[firebirby]

rubiesintherough asked: ❛ today simply isn’t your day, is it? ❜ ( aedus )

TODAY HAD BEEN BEYOND DREADFUL. FIRST A CAKE HAD BURNED, then she'd fallen down the stairs and had broken her favourite mug in doing so and now she'd set off one of her triggers in trying to run herself a bath. If anything, she'd just wanted to relax after the first two things but now, she was on the bathroom floor curled up in a ball with tears falling down her cheeks.

She just wanted to be normal. Why was it so hard for her to be that? Normal. Her arms tightened around her knees as tears flooded and her features contorted. Her chest hurt from the panic that surged through her being. Her Aquaphobia ruled over her life more than her regression did and she just longed for it to go away, to not make her so much of a burden anymore.

She must have screamed out at some point within her panic, though she was not entirely sure when that had been. Then again, she often became blinded to it all when her mind raced with the memories of being trapped in a tiny box with no escape and an ocean of water slowly filling the small area around her. It took her a moment to register that Aedus had come in and found her, evidently alerted by her scream or something at least. But his voice was ever-calming. He was her safety net and she quickly scuttled across the tiled floor and into his arms, curling herself up even tighter as her face buried into his chest and her fingers curled into his shirt with a tight grip.

She tried to be independent. She longed for the independence and not having to rely on others so much but after this third event of the day, she found herself pulling back internally. She didn't want to be an adult anymore ~ she didn't want to face all of the panic and upset. She sniffled and inhaled shakily in an attempt to calm herself down, luckily Aedus's scent helped. Familiar; associated with safeness. He was her caregiver now, and her fiancé. She knew that she could slip back and he'd still look after her and protect her. " I --- I just wanted a baths... "

Emerald eyes slowly flicked upward and peered at him, her face a picture of child-like sadness as her bottom lip quivered. The faucet still ran in the background with a small mountain of bubbles slowly beginning to rise above the rim of the bath, but she did not care about that right now. She was trying her best to get over everything wrong that had happened throughout the day, get over the panic attack that running the bath had brought on. " C --- Can you join me...? Please? "

@rubiesintherough various sentence starters / accepting.

[kensatou]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[cutiepieautistic]

Source

[pink-crayon-princess]

Being a toy collector: 😃👍✅️

Wearing coquette/scenecore/comfy cute clothes: 😃👍✅️

Owning plushies and soft blankets: 😃👍✅️

Watching kids shows like Bluey and MLP and Gravity Falls: 😃👍✅️

Doing crafts: 😃👍✅️

Revisiting nostalgic stuff: 😃👍✅️

Taking baths: 😃👍✅️

Listening to soothing music: 😃👍✅️

Journaling and coloring: 😃👍✅️

For some reason, when you tell people you're an age regressor?:

😡👎⛔️

[autistic-regressor]

Shoutout to age regressors that regress into a childhood others might see as 'bad'

Regressors who like eating 'poverty meals' for comfort

Regressors who like having things that remind them of children's hospitals (even if you don't still visit hospitals regularly)

Regressors who like to have play conversations where the other person acts as a social worker

Regressors who still find comfort in places they used to need to hide in

[crayola-critter]

the big leaf they sell at ikea fills me with immense joy. imagining lying under a big leaf and pretending to be a bug in the shade. soft carpet under your relaxed body, warm lighting splayed across your skin. the gentle sounds of your friends, caregiver, ect. in the other room making lunch for you. just enjoying the shade it provides you on a warm day, as would a buggy in the summertime. ☀️🌻🧃🐛🐞

[bunnelbaby]

regression, at its core, is a trauma response. many of us have been the subject of abuse, negligence, and several other unspeakable acts that no child should ever go through and use regression as a coping mechanism to process, come to terms with and hopefully heal from their personal trauma. be mindful of this and refrain from entering their safe space with the intent of policing or harassing them as well as sharing possibly triggering details of your own experiences. of course you can relate to their struggles and express your sympathies, but please vent about your trauma on your blog rather than the tags or comments of their posts or their inbox.

[sunnimals]

Littlest Bug Stimboard!

Happy Saturday kiddos <3 What's your favorite bug? I can't choose! I like house centipedes, Zigzag Ladybirds, Japanese Emperor Caterpillars, Hercules Beetles...

X X X // X X X // X X X

divider by @/saradika-graphics

[spookedwerewolf]

[rattlingcudgel]

Self-Indulgent 2010’s “Weird Kid” Childhood || Moodboard !

Aaaah I still find so much comfort in the “weird” things I loved in my childhood.. This is for the autistic, adhd, or even those that are neither, little ones that were outcasted by their peers.. I see you, and I am you <3

[sillys-little-blog]

EVIL stimboard/moodboard for EVIL regressors!!!!!

[pineconepie]

Parental yandere mafia dad who kidnaps you takes you in <3

TW: Mentions of death, platonic yandere, forced age regression, infantilization

...

You know this is stupid, but you have no choice in the matter.

The worst thing is, its not even your fault you're in this situation. A family member made some horrible choices with a huge, well-known mob, and they died before they could pay off the debt they owe.

So, it falls on your shoulders now.

They said if you could do some favors for them, they'd let you live a peaceful life and never bother you again.

But either way, it seemed like death was almost inevitable.

"Hey person who has no experience with mob bosses and cartels, go gather intel on one of the world's most feared mob boss without getting caught! We're sure you'll do great!"

You're sure they're aware you probably won't turn up alive.

That's besides the point. You had a job to do.

And this is why you've found yourself here, entering a huge building with obnoxiously bright neon lights, the air smelling heavily of alcohol.

Its both a casino and nightclub, you figure, as you see a few gambling tables along with a large dance floor, and a bar in the far back. The ground is a little sticky beneath your shoes, and some weirdo bumps into you, clearly drunk.

The guy they asked you to gather information about is none other than Vincent Brewer. From what you've heard, he's ruthless, sadistic, fearless, and loves to flaunt his wealth and success.

His group, Cryo, dabbles in a little bit of everything.

Selling guns, manufacturing weapons, running casinos, killing those that piss them off... All things like that.

So of course, you're terrified out of your mind.

But you manage to make it past the bouncer and enter inside.

Its a nice place, despite all the crimes you're sure happened here. A lot cleaner than you'd expect for such an area.

Almost immediately, you see none other than Vincent himself.

He has short blond hair, hazel-green eyes, and a black suit with a trench coat draped over his shoulders.

He's smirking as he talks to what you presume are other members of Cryo. Vincent is pretty well-known for that smile. It's rare he ever drops it.

You wonder if its because he genuinely finds joy in anything and everything or because he feels the need to come off as tough or domineering. Knowing how much power he wields, it's probably both.

There's no time to stand and stare, though.

You approach, pretending to be one of them, but before you can back out and regret your decisions, he already has his eye on you. You feel like a rabbit trying to convince a den of wolves that you're one of them. And this is the biggest, meanest, hungriest wolf in the world.

"Well, hello," Vincent says. His smile doesn't leave his face, but softens a tiny bit. He looks you up and down. "I don't believe we've met. Are you new?"

Your hands are clammy and trembling, but you put on a fake smile and offer to shake his hand. "Yeah! I'm... (Y/n)." For a moment, you hesitate, considering maybe you should give a fake name just in case, but looks like it's too late for that.

Now that you think about it, you're definitely sure you were sent on a death-mission. Those people didn't even give you proper training.

"(Y/n), huh?" Vincent asks, shaking your hand. He's got a firm grip, as you expected. "Nice to meet you, kiddo. You seem a bit young to be one of my recruits, though." He brushes some hair out of your face, making you tense.

"I guess I look a bit younger than I am," you mutter. "I'm an adult, if that's what you're worried about."

He laughs at that. "Well, that's good! I'd hate to hear how a kid ended up with us!" Then he ruffles your hair, which is a bit embarrassing, but he seems so nice about it that it's not unbearable. "You're just a baby compared to almost everyone in this room. I think I'll need to tell the employees to make sure you don't drink or gamble. That's for grown-ups."

You relax when you realize he's teasing you.

Maybe that's a good sign? "It's okay, I don't really do either of those often, anyway."

Vincent lets out another chuckle, putting a hand on your back, leading you through the crowds and towards where the tables are. There's lots of other people sitting, talking, drinking, laughing. Playing cards or chess or something like that.

Just a bunch of regular casino things.

So far, so good.

This might actually end up working out after all...

"So why exactly did you want to join us?" Vincent asks as he sits you down at one of the chairs, pulling his own chair up next to yours. "Come from a wealthy family? Orphans? Wanted to get off the streets?"

You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, thinking of a suitable lie you'll remember for later. "Ah... I needed the money... Medical bills and stuff. Don't have any family to rely on anymore. Thought maybe if I could save up enough money, I wouldn't need to worry anymore..."

It's kind of true. After you get the information, they said they would reward you with enough cash to pay off whatever was still owed.

But whether that will ever actually happen is yet to be seen.

The more pressing issue was how Vincent would react. So far, so good. He hasn't questioned anything. Just nodded his head sympathetically and hummed at your explanation.

You continue. "And plus, Cryo seems really cool. No pun intended."

"Well, that's nice of you to say," he replies with a laugh. "We try our best around here. You seem a little jittery, though. I hope I don't scare you, kiddo?"

"I mean..." You can't really admit the real reason without outing yourself. He sounds like a man that wants to be feared by everyone. "I think this is just a new environment to me. I don't do too well with crowds."

Vincent nods understandably, patting your shoulder. "Makes sense. It is kinda noisy in here, huh? Sorry about that. Normally we're not like this, but tonight is a party night since we made a pretty big deal recently, as you're aware."

You nod, pretending to know what he's talking about. "Oh, yeah, I heard about that." This means you've already failed step one of your task - being updated on current deals - but that's okay. There's plenty of time to get the intel later. Right?

His eyes darken slightly, but his smile never leaves. "And besides... Can't say we're the nicest group of folks, either." He pokes your cheek and laughs again. "I'm worried this might be too much for you."

"Really, its okay!" you argue. "I'm a lot tougher than I look, I swear!"

He snorts. "You look like a puppy surrounded by wolves. Even if you're tougher than you look, it makes you an easy target. People are gonna be more quick to try to take you out instead of someone bigger than them."

Is he insulting you or genuinely concerned? You hope he's joking and teasing again. "I'll prove I'm strong enough to fit in! You won't have to worry about me one bit. And I can help out Cryo a lot, I promise!" You don't know why you're getting defensive over his condescending tone.

Vincent only seems amused by it, more than he already was. He pinches your cheeks between his fingers, smiling sweetly down at you. "Ohh, I'm sure you're veerrry strong, sweetie."

He sounds patronizing, in that overly-sweet way, as if speaking to a toddler.

He rubs your cheek a few times before leaning back and releasing you. "I think I'll let you stay if you answer one question for me, how 'bout that?"

You nod. "Of course. Anything."

His smile becomes more sharp. "Who sent you?"

"W-what?" Your mouth feels dry. The whole mood shifts, and suddenly it feels much less welcoming, making your stomach churn in panic.

Did you get caught that easily? How did you mess up? Maybe he's just bluffing.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Vincent stares down at you, eyes now narrowed. "You aren't fooling anyone, doll. We have extensive background checks before any of our members can even begin to be considered eligible for recruitment. I personally meet every single one of our new recruits to approve them and remember all of their names. Not only that, but I lied about a recent deal. There was no recent deal."

Your heart starts beating faster in your chest. You feel cold sweat dripping from your forehead.

He saw through you so quickly. Does he already know why you're here?

If you lie again, you're not sure you'll make it out of here alive. "Scarlet Syndicate sent me. I owe them debt, I'm not part of them... please don't kill me."

The man snickers and leans back against his chair again. "Oh, you poor thing. Its pretty clear they aren't expecting you to come back to them with info. They probably sent you here to die or get lost and forgotten about. That's cruel, even by my standards. They set you up for failure." His voice softens up. "You're shaking..."

You're hyperventilating a little, panicking. "I don't wanna die."

Vincent coos at you gently, wrapping a secure arm around you and pulling you into his lap. "Shhh, shh, hey... relax, kiddo, I'm not gonna kill you... I would never hurt such a precious little sweetheart." He kisses your head. "Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out..."

You listen to him and do as instructed.

Taking in deep breaths through the nose, letting them out from your mouth slowly. He rubs gentle circles along your back until you relax against him. He secures you in a firm hold and lifts you up against his chest.

Even for a mob boss, he has an impressive amount of strength to carry you with almost no effort.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck.

He smirks at you again. "Aww... does baby wanna be carried everywhere now?" Though its teasing, its also affectionate. You find yourself nodding regardless.

Vincent walks out with you still in his arms, ignoring his colleagues' confused gazes. You can see the exit sign coming closer and closer.

Once you leave the building, he puts you inside a limousine with him, shutting the door behind. He gathers you in his arms after shedding his long beige trench coat, wrapping it around you and engulfing you like a blanket.

This man you hardly even know just called you 'baby.'

You're not quite sure what to make of that.

"Home," he tells the driver. And then he looks down at you. "You really are a little baby, huh?"

You don't know how to react to this sudden display of parental behavior, except stare in confusion.

He pulls you into his lap. "I always wanted a kid of my own, you know. But unfortunately, fate decided I couldn't have any of my own. Well, guess it doesn't matter now!" His eyes flicker across your face. "As soon as I saw you, I could tell you needed someone to take care of you. Like a dad."

"But..." you sniffle. "I'm not a kid."

"Maybe not physically, but I can tell mentally. And you should be grateful for that. I usually don't let any spies live long enough to see another day," Vincent says. "So what do we say?"

You hesitate. "...thank you?"

"You're very welcome, munchkin. When we get you home, we'll have some late dinner and then its bedtime for you," Vincent coos.

"I usually go to bed a lot later than this," you protest.

"Nope, not anymore," he argues back, petting your hair. "As much as I want to be the fun dad, rules are rules. Bedtime will be 8:30 PM for you everyday starting from now on, got it?"

You guess you don't really have a choice.

Not in a million years did you expect this outcome of you being caught spying, but hey, its better than death by gunshot!

The limousine stops outside a huge penthouse.

Vincent carries you out of the vehicle and holds your hand as he leads you to the elevators. Inside, there's a deskman who waves at him. You shyly wave back, a bit unsure.

"This is (Y/n). They'll be staying with me from now on," Vincent explains to him. "If you see them trying to leave without me, call security and tell them to escort them back to my place. And notify me."

"Yes, sir," he agrees, then looks back at you. "Nice to meet you (Y/n). I'm August. If you need anything, feel free to ask!"

You stare at him, then Vincent, dumbfounded.

Vincent pulls you along. "Come on, baby. Let's go home."

Inside the elevator, you're left in shock, speechless. It goes high up - the top floor - before arriving at a large, fancy room.

He unlocks the door to reveal his apartment.

The entire thing is covered with plush rugs, sleek furniture, shiny marble floors, beautiful lights... Everything you'd expect in a multi-millionaire's home, including but not limited to a grand piano sitting in the middle of the living room and two full-size couches in front of a flatscreen TV, and what looks to be some kind of bar or wine cabinet.

"You can explore more tomorrow," Vincent tells you. "Until then, let's get dinner over with and then bedtime. Tomorrow we can discuss how you want your room to look like, clothes, toys, that stuff. Sound good?"

"Yeah," you mumble in agreement.

Vincent sets you down on the sofa, where you watch him grab a remote off of the coffee table.

He turns on the television and flips through channels before settling on something he deemed suitable, which happens to be some sort of children's cartoon.

He begins cooking in the other room, and you're still in too much shock to even think of trying to escape.

This all feels so surreal.

Twenty minutes later, he calls you into the kitchen and has you sit down next to him while he serves you both food.

It's decent, his cooking skills aren't amazing, but decent. You don't mind eating it, though he does give you a stern look when you don't eat all your vegetables.

Afterwards, he guides you upstairs into what appears to be the guest room, saying he'll redecorate it to fit you later. He excuses himself for a moment, coming back with yellow silk pajamas for you to change into. You do so as he turns around to give you some privacy.

When you finish dressing up, he has you brush your teeth, then wash your hands thoroughly. Finally, he helps you climb into the bed, tucking you beneath the blankets.

You can't help but admit that the mattress is really nice.

Vincent smiles down at you kindly. "I'm glad we found each other today, kiddo." He kisses your forehead. "Dad will stay here until you fall asleep, yeah?"

Of course, you don't argue. He watches you like a hawk until eventually, you close your eyes and drift away.

[softandsleepyboy]

Naptime for bunnies 🐇💤

[cutiepieautistic]

Crayon stopmotion sorting by color

[milkybunnybow]

✮ ⋆𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻! ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓭 𝓜𝓬𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓭 °✩

🎈💛 Every kiddo needs their own silly clown sometimes. 💛🎈

🍟 Big exaggerated hugs that lift you off the ground

🍟 Makes silly jokes just to see you giggle

🍟 Can juggle your plushies and bottles just to make you smile

🍟 Encourages creativity, messiness, and kindness

🍟 Always has snacks on hand (especially apple slices and milk!)

🍟 Draws silly crayon doodles of the two of you hangin’ out

🍟 Loves imaginary adventures around the playplace

🍟 Sits criss-cross on the floor with you and listens so closely

🍟 he brings you a toy even when you didn’t ask

🍟 tells you the ice cream machine actually works just for you

🍟 "you don't have to be big today, pal. it's okay."

🍟 Has a bottle and paci perfectly matched to his color scheme

🍟 Plays peekaboo using the trays at McDonalds like it’s a curtain

🍟 Always says “good job, kiddo!” with two big thumbs up

🍟 Holds your hand when you’re nervous, squeezing twice like a secret code

🍟 tells you stories about his friends in McDonaldland (Grimace? Total nap buddy.)

🍟 sneaks you extra nuggets when you’re having a rough day

🍟 Always claps when you show your drawing, even if it’s just scribbles

🍟 Cartwheel check-ins ("Did you eat? Did you nap? Wanna do a somersault??")

🍟 His lap is the perfect spot for naptime, even if he smells faintly of fries

🍟 His red nose squeaks when you boop it!

🍟 Happy Meal surprises for when you’re feeling low

🍟 Calls you his "little nugget" or "small fry"

🛎️✨ He’s not just here to serve up smiles; he’s here to protect your little heart, ketchup stains and all. ❤️

Ronald’s always been one of my special interests, so gettin’ to make a post like this made my lil heart hop with joy… qwq 🐰💕

[autistic-regressor]

Shoutout to evil age regressors

shoutout to age regressors who love playing mad scientist on their stuffies and playing 'we're trapped on an island and need to eat one of each other' with their dolls

shoutout to age regressors whose caregivers need to remind them 'no, you can't do that, that's against the Geneva convention'