#has nothing to do with agere

[juni-the-cricket]

i love my boyfriend guys

[sucrose-soymilk]

hadn’t really regressed in a While and i didn’t realize how much i missed/dareisay needed it until i had the free time and ability to do so over the last few days and i have to say. i’m feeling a bit better

[cg-mia]

Reminder that you don't need to do anything to be a regressor.

You don't need to have gear, do activities, look at agere content, get a caregiver, act like a child, feel good or bad about your regression, etc. You can just sit there and do nothing if you want.

No regressor has to fit any certain criteria, you can just exist! There is nothing wrong with having a very simple or complex regression.

It's nice to just sit still sometimes 🧡

~ mama 🍥

[bamboobooshark]

REMY LEBEAU X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🂱 ⋆˚⟡ CG!REMY HEADCANONS : 590 WRDS

<RATING: PG, FLUFF & AGERE>

A/N : I will be working on requests at some point, but the lack of writing self indulgent work is making me lose motivation SO TAKE SOME CG!REMY HEADCANONS!!!!

<SFW INTERACTION ONLY, MDNI/18+ ONLY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED>

CARD GAMES .

You better bet that Remy loves teaching you how to play card games. Nothing like poker or anything, but kid games like Go Fish and UNO. He’s always glad to pull out a deck of cards when you say you’re bored and play with you for hours on end. Despite being amazing with card games, he lets you win just about every other round. He wants to make sure both of you have fun and no one ends up pouting and crying.

If you’re a particularly sensitive little, he lets you win every single time. Even if the rules of the game are tight, he’s going to find a way to let you win.

If you’re a little one who likes a bit of a challenge, he’ll play more intensely with you. He loves to see that adorable smile on your face when you know you’re about to win against him.

Either way, it ends in praises and high fives for you doing so well.

RULES .

Remy doesn’t have a lot of rules for when you’re little. He trusts you won’t do anything idiotic, but he has rules set in place to make sure of it. If you ever break any of his rules, he’s never mad at you. He might sound a little irritated, but he’s just concerned and scared for you for the most part. He’ll make sure you’re alright, call you sweet names, hold your hand, and even take you out for a little treat. That man will do anything if it means you understand he’s not mad at you.

NAMES .

As far as names go, Remy calls you “cher” or “mon chéri” all the time. He refuses to call you anything else than those two names when you’re little.

“You like t’little toy Gambit got for y’cher?”

“Does mon chéri need anythin’?”

“Look a’you, cher. Gambit’s so proud of you.”

You always giggle when Remy calls you either name. Sometimes he says it so much that you remind him that you have an actual name, but he shrugs in response. He prefers the name he’s given to you over anything else.

CLINGY BEHAVIORS .

Although Remy is really lax about rules and regulations for when you’re little, he is constantly with you. All the time. He will not leave you alone. Even if you’re upset about something, he’ll do whatever he can to get you to talk to him about it rather than shutting yourself in your room.

He’ll cater to your love language too. If you prefer gifts, he’ll sit on the living room floor with you and make some cute crafts with you, or he’ll take you to the mall and go to every single store with you until you find something you want. If you like quality time, he’ll sit on the couch all day with you and watch whatever movie or show you want. Acts of service? You know how much this man likes to cook. He loves to make food for you if you don’t feel like it. Scratch that; he’ll let you lay around and get you anything you ask for so you don’t have to move a muscle. Words of affirmation from him are endless praises and compliments. He tells you how cute you are, how you’re such an amazing kid, that he’s proud of you, the whole deal. He’s a sucker for physical affection too. He loves it when you wrap your arms around one of his, hold his hand, lay your head in his lap, or are just snuggled up against him.

[adventuringblind]

A Little Lost

Liam Lawson x Reader x Oscar Piastri x Logan Sargeant

Genre: fluff and hurt/comfort

Summary: With her ADHD driving her mind into a whirlwind, she ends up slipping in public and unable to find the one person she needs. Luckily Oscar and Logan are there to help.

Warnings: non-sexual age play, agere/age-regression, panic attacks, implied trauma, non-sexual use of daddy

Notes: I needed this for myself, honestly!! I hope the requester finds comfort in it like I did!

Side note: age-regression is NOT a kink. If you're going to request it, please don't make it a smut request. It gives ya girl mixed signals. AGEPLAY is a kink and has dd/lg dynamics. Please remember this when requesting... I'm begging T_T

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Everything is overwhelming at the moment. He thoughts are running in a million different directions. The noise and bustle of the paddock is pulling Her every which way.

She needs Liam. Without a shadow of a doubt, she needs him right this second.

Her mental state is dancing between headspaces. Her little self is attempting to break free of the confines she's put the girl in. To young and to alone to be out in this environment.

The alphatauri garage feels so far away. It's an endless walk she's been attempting to make for what feels like hours now. Liam, she just needs to get to him.

Panic rises every time someone bumps into her. She squeaks out a sorry, only to be met with annoyed grunts. She needs her daddy to make it better. No - Liam - she needs Liam.

The catalyst is someone shoving her away and complaining that she should pay more attention. She is paying attention. Her brain just has thirty tabs open, three of them have commercials playing, another is driving her senses wild, and where the heck is her da- Liam?!

The shove sends her tumbling to the ground. Her elbow hits the hard ground on impact. It's bleeding, and she's officially offline.

Her little self takes over, tears welling in her eyes as she hides around the corner and tugs at her hair. A desperate attempt to settle the whirlwind of her thoughts.

She needs her daddy.

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Logan and Oscar are animatedly chatting about the race as they walk through the dwindling crowd. Liam had texted about a longer debrief and had asked them to check up on his girlfriend since she wasn't answering her phone.

They'd been an item the last couple of years like Oscar and Logan have. It's an interesting and often tense dynamic. The four of them are all extremely close, but neither of the couples have openly talked about any kind of open relationship.

Oscar and Logan have. It's often a source of interesting fantasies and warm fuzzy feelings. They say nothing, though. Scared of losing their closest friends in the pursuit of something mildly taboo still.

Logan is lost in his thoughts when Oscar stops suddenly. He hushes him and listens intently. It's then that Logan catches the muffled sobs.

They take off in the direction of the crying. Neither of them are ones to let somebody suffer when they can help it.

They turn the corner, and there sits their original target. She curled up with hair in every direction, and her fingers rake through it in a violent manner.

Logan approaches her like she's a wounded animal. He's not at all hurt when she curls farther into her corner.

"Osc, we're gonna need to call Liam."

"Already on it!"

She perks up at hearing Liam's name. Eyes wide and teary, but at least she doesn't look scared of the Logan for the moment. "Daddy? Are callin' daddy?"

Oh. Oh.

She's - how did they put it? - regressed, in age. They talked about it in passing but never elaborated. Logan and Oscar had never bothered to look into it. They were protective over it and they wanted to respect that.

He's regretting that decision just a tad now. He might be more prepared on what to do if he'd bothered to figure out what it is that happens to her.

The obvious thing is that she's vulnerable and scared. "Yeah, we're calling him." He smiles warmly at her. "Can you tell me what happened? Why you're so sad?" He keeps his tone calm to hopefully ease her into a less anxious state.

She untucks herself and shows Logan her red and bleeding elbow. "Was pushed."

It's not a terrible scrape, not one to be worried about, but it is getting on all her clothes. He'll have to ask about the pushing later.

Oscar comes back and sighs in annoyance. "He said another thirty minutes at least of debrief. I feel bad for worrying him now."

Oscar sees where the two are crouched and throws Logan a confused look. "Is everything alright?"

"Well, I think someone needs a band-aid for her elbow and somewhere to wait for daddy." Logan tries to communicate that there is more going on here. Oscar looks between the two, and then his face lights up in some kind realization.

"Lando already left for the day, so my room should be safe. And I know he has crayon band-aids in his room."

She considers the idea. Carefully studying both of their faces for some hint of malicious intent. "Daddy said no strangers."

Logan exaggerates a pondering face. "Are me and Osc strangers? I thought we were best friends!"

She shakes her head yes and moves closer to the American. A reassurance that she does consider him a friend. "More then friend!" She leans up to Logan and motions to lend his ear so she can whisper into it. "Daddy says loves." She giggles, and Logan has to use all his strength not to look dumbfounded at the confession.

Oscar and Logan wrangle her the back way to the McLaren motor home. Their success in going mostly unnoticed has both males breathing in relief as they step into the saftey of Oscar's room.

The Aussie ducks out to grab the band-aid from his teammates' room, and Logan is left to sit with the girl currently looking confused and intrigued. She hesitantly grabs the stuffed koala sitting on the shelf. The one Logan had gotten for him as a joke before they started dating.

"Has name?" Her fingers stroke the soft fluff of the toy.

"I'm not sure. Should we ask Osc when he gets back?" She nods once, then comes and sits on the couch with him. The stuffed koala cradled in her arms like it's the most precious thing she's ever seen.

Logan is still trying to comprehend what she meant earlier. Is it just her small brain misinterpreting something Liam said? Or is this an honest confession that she doesn't currently understand the implications of? He doesn't want to get his hopes up and settles on the second option for now.

Oscar sneaks back in the door and starts unwrapping the bangade. It is, in fact, shaped like a red crayon. Her eyes light up even as he washes the cut and places the band-aid on it.

"There we go, all better now." Oscar smiles at her as she hugs his koala.

"Thank you."

She's completely entranced in the stuffed toy again. Logan taps her on the nose to get her attention. "Did you want to ask Osc your question?"

She makes an 'o' shape with her mouth. "Does koala have a name?" She looks up at him with expectant eyes.

Oscar considers. "Hmmm, I don't think he does. Would you like to give him one?"

She takes careful consideration, weighing all the possible options. "Koko."

"Love it."

"Very creative!"

Her expression changes into something sad. Her eyes once again glassy like before. "Will daddy like?" She curls up in Logans lap with the toy.

"Yeah, he'll love it. Certainly not as much as he loves you."

She hums and closes her eyes. It's adorable and peaceful. "Do you think Liam might let us do this with her again?"

"If he doesn't kill us first. Speaking of, I should let him know where we are."

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Liam likes to think he's relatively quick. He runs often enough and has good stamina.

This is the fastest he's ever moved in his entire life. He grabs all their stuff with a speed that shocks both Daniel and Yuki.

"What's got you in a hurry, mate?"

"Just eager to see my girl, is all."

Daniel shoots him a wink. "Have a good time!" Liam can only laugh nervously in response. It's certainly not the good time he's thinking of. No, he'd promised her a nice dinner tonight.

Now he's thinking he might have to shift plans. Which - he's not upset about. Liam loves when she's in headspace because it gives him an excuse to do things he wouldn't normally. As in, she's obsessed with cars, and he gets to spend time building the most intricate tracks with household items, blocks, and an ungodly amount of Legos that they have at home. She's always sad when they have to leave them for long periods of time, but he brings a portion with just in case.

He makes for the McLaren garage and is greeted by Oscar out front. It's odd, knowing that their secret is out and yet the Aussie is looking at him affectionately.

They make light conversation while they venture into the building. It feels normal still, nothing to awkward aside from the fact Liam goes on rabbit trails every ten seconds. It's the reason Oscar knows how to handle Lando and his chaotic communication tactics.

Liam mentally slaps himself. Now is not the time to be drooling over his friend's stability and emotional intelligence. He should really just confess. They'd talked about it, they both want it, but that could result in rejection.

Oscar opens the door and slips inside. Liam takes a second to observe the scene in front of him. His girl, happily laying her head in Logan's lap rambling about the koala in her hands.

"Look who I found!" Oscar gestures to Liam. Her head perks up and she scrambles off the couch, slipping to the floor before throwing herself at Liam.

"Hi, love bug." Liam attempts to get on the floor without falling as she clings to him. He fails miserably as the topple over. "Were you good for Oscar and Logan?" She hums something into his chest that he can't decipher.

"She was an angel, honestly." Logan leans forward on the couch. It looks like he's contemplating something, shooting stead looks at Oscar.

With effort, Liam finally gets them situated on the floor. "Do you know what might have triggered this?"

"She scraped her elbow, was that it maybe?"

Liam ponders the suggestion. His eyes find the crayon band-aid that wasn't there the last time he saw her. He sighs, hopefully she was just overwhelmed, and this wasn't an altercation of some kind. "She's struggled with - uh, being shoved around - I guess. You know, home life things."

"Maybe she was shoved and fell which caused the panic attack." Oscar eyes them sadly.

"Well, you two feel up to helping us get out of here?"

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Oscar doesn't understand how Liam makes this look normal. HAs this been going on under their noses this whole time? If only he could go back in time, rewind a bit and do some research. He and logan could help out if they wanted.

She was falling asleep in the car and still looks like she might clock out in the elevator. Still, Oscar can't help imagining the four of them together, like this.

Liam twirls her around as they walk until she almost falls over. She falls into him, laughing and smiling, the injury from earlier forgotten about.

Their space is comfortable and lived in. The two even slip into a routine, pulling out food for dinner. He whispers something to her, and she skitters off.

They pull chairs out from around the small table. Liam offers them water and something to eat. "So, about... this."

"Which this? The four of us or her specifically?" Logan raises an eyebrow.

"Both."

The girl returns and climbs into Liam's lap clutching a notebook. She flips open to a page and excitedly hands it to Liam to hand to the two across the table.

Oscar isn't sure whether to laugh or melt, so he mixes the two together. The pages are lined with drawings of the four of them. "She's quite the artist."

"You've no idea. Our fridge is covered in artwork." Liam chuckles a bit and wraps his arms around her.

"Told you! More than friends!"

"Do you know what that means, love bug?"

"Three people to cuddle!"

Oscar really does laugh this time. "Well, you're not wrong!" He shoot a look to Logan.

"Count us in." The American smile.

Liam sighs heavily in disappointment. It's a confusing reaction that Oscar wasn't expecting. "She's going to murder me later for not having this talk when she's big."

"Can't be mad if you make me dessert!" A devilish grin spreads across her cheeks.

"Only this once."

"You said that last time."

[bratzforchris]

hiiiii i have a request for either sam or colby, can you do a little! reader where reader has had a hard day at work and just needs there daddy?

it can be sam or colby but i prefer colby! hes been my comfort for years and starting my agere journey they have been my comfort show

thank you lots love!

COMFORT

SUMMARY: after a long day at work, there's nothing your daddy and some little time won't fix<3

PAIRING: caregiver (cg)!colby x little!reader

WARNINGS: none!

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

A NOTE FROM LILAH: ahhhh my very first sam and colby post :)! i hope you guys love it<3 i'm still pretty new to their fandom, so i hope i stayed true to colby's personality! as always, age regression is not sexual and absolutely, 100% innocent. hate will either be publicly shamed and ridiculed or blocked 💋

It was rare that you had awful days at work. Sure, you didn’t love your job, but it wasn’t terrible. You actually found working in a coffee shop quite comforting; the ambience was always perfect, as were your usual customers that greeted you with a smile and asked for their usual, not to mention the fact that the free, caffeinated drinks were definitely a perk. However, no job was perfect, and there were days like today that made you just want to curl up in a blanket and hide from everyone and everything, save for one special person. 

Ever since you had told your boyfriend, Colby, about your littlespace last year, your life has drastically changed for the better. No longer was your littlespace something you shoved down in fear. Instead, you willingly accepted your inner child and actually looked forward to coming home from work and enjoying some carefree tiny time. Colby or “Coco” as your little self called him, was nothing short of an amazing caregiver. You were spoiled beyond belief and loved unconditionally, both on your good days and on your bad ones. 

You smiled fondly at the memory, closing the door behind you as you stepped into you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment. Once inside, the exhaustion hit you like a train. You set your tote bag down and leaned against the door, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths as you slipped off your shoes. You knew you needed to shower and change, especially after the shipment of milk had spilled on you at the beginning of your shift, but right now, all you wanted was Colby. 

You pattered towards his home office, silently hoping he was home. You were always thankful that your boyfriend (and built-in caregiver) had such a flexible career and schedule that made your littlespace so much easier. You quietly pushed open the door, smiling when you saw Colby sat at his computer, headphones on and editing a video.

With the career path that he had picked, Colby had become incredibly in tune with his senses and turned his office chair around as you crept closer. “Hey baby,” he hummed, sliding the headphones off and hitting pause. “How was work?”

You turned your nose up at the question, instead opting to plop down in his lap. Colby chuckled, running his hands across your hips lightly, allowing you to snuggle into his strong chest. All was quiet for a moment until he spoke again. 

“Sweetheart, I love you, but what is that smell?” he asked gently. 

You sighed, shifting in your boyfriend’s lap. “Work sucked. A shipment of milk spilled all over me at the start of my shift, and then two people didn’t show up with no call out, and then all the customers were in a bad mood for some reason.”

Colby frowned at your distress, hating to see you in any type of pain or discomfort. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“Not your fault.” You mumbled, fisting your eyes. 

Colby’s caregiver “spidey senses” kicked in with the motion. “Does someone need some little time?” he teased gently, tickling your sides. 

“Noooo,” You whined, cheeks blushing. “I’m a big girl. You know that.”

“So what I’m hearing is you don’t want a bubble bath and mac n’ cheese for dinner.” he laughed. 

“No, Coco! I changed my mind!” You shrieked and giggled as he started tickling you. 

This was part of your and Colby’s typical caregiver/little dynamic. You both had always been fun-loving and silly, and that transferred over to your new dynamic too. After the laughs had settled down, Colby tapped your hip to stand up, stretching and yawning once you had gotten up off his lap. 

“C’mon, bub. Let’s get you in the bath before dinner.”

Your caregiver led you to your connected bedroom and bathroom, starting some warm bath water while you picked out a pair of pajamas from your dresser. Colby smiled when you returned to the bathroom, proudly brandishing a pair of Eeyore footie pajamas. You grinned and giggled as your “Coco” added bubble bath and a few rubber ducks to the water, before gently helping you undress and get into the tub. One of the things you loved about Colby was that he never took advantage of bath time like some of your previous caregivers had. He was simply there to help you relax and get clean. 

You could feel yourself slipping with every passing second as your caregiver gently washed your hair, allowing you to play with the bath toys. By the time Colby drained the water and wrapped you in a towel, you were completely in your headspace, giggling softly. 

“Now you’re all wet!” You giggled as you wrapped Colby in a bear hug. 

Your coco chuckled as he helped you into your pajamas, beginning to brush your hair softly. “That was your bathtime, baby girl. Not mine.”

Once you were all done in the bathroom, Colby hoisted you onto his back, carrying you to the kitchen. He sat you down on the kitchen island, allowing you to watch with wide eyes as he began to pull out ingredients for dinner. 

“Nuggets, grilled cheese, or mac n’ cheese? Your choice, princess.” he offered with a smile. 

“Mac n’ cheese!” You cheered. 

Colby smiled, immediately beginning to start the water for the pasta. It was nights like these that reminded him how lucky he was that you were willing to share such a vulnerable part of yourself with him. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw that you had slid off the counter and decided to insistently pull on his shirt. 

“Coco?”

“Yeah, hun?”

“‘M gonna color you af’ dinner.” You insisted, face completely serious. 

“Are you now?” he smiled fondly. 

“Mhm!”

Colby smiled, dishing you out some mac ‘n cheese, along with broccoli for a vegetable, onto a child safe, Minnie Mouse themed plate. “Here you are, princess.”

You and your caregiver ate dinner at the kitchen table in companionable silence, simply enjoying the peace that came with nights like these. Both of you had been through quite a bit in your young lives, and your regression healed not only yourself, but your boyfriend as well. 

“Alright, baby. Coco’s gonna clean the kitchen. Can you get your markers out to color me for when I’m done?”

You nodded eagerly, dashing off to where you kept your toys and art supplies. Your terrible day at work was now a distant memory, your little mind now focused on “coloring” Colby instead. Ever since you had seen a Tiktok of someone coloring in their boyfriend’s tattoos, your little self had been fascinated with the idea and had insisted on coloring in Colby’s tattoos with markers whenever you got the chance. You grabbed your pack of markers and plopped down on the couch, eagerly waiting for your Coco. 

Once your caregiver had finished cleaning, he came into the living room with a smile, sitting beside you on the couch. “Have at it, princess.” he grinned. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately uncapped a pink marker and began to color in the intricate designs of Colby’s ink, tongue poking out the side of your mouth in concentration. Colby hummed happily, simply enjoying the feeling of your small body pressed against his own and the gentle glide of the marker across his skin. 

“All done!” You announced after about thirty minutes.  

Colby sat up from his position on the couch, grinning widely at the tattoos on his arm that were expertly colored in with Crayola washable markers. “It looks beautiful, baby girl.” he assured you. 

You quickly capped your markers, tossing them to the side and bounding into your caregiver’s lap. “I love yous, Coco.”

Colby smiled, nuzzling into your hair and pressing a kiss to your head. “And I love you, little angel.”

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[kodaswrld]

reminder that you don't need to do anything to be a regressor.

⋆˚⊹ you don't need to have gear, do activities, look at agere content, get a caregiver, act like a child, feel good or bad about your regression, etc. you can just sit there and do nothing if you want.

⋆˚⊹ no regressor has to fit any certain criteria, you can just exist! there is nothing wrong with having a very simple or complex regression.

⋆˚⊹ it's nice to just sit still sometimes

reposted blog ~ credits

[naturesapphic]

would you be comfortable in writing a agere fic where little r been really sad and fussy while dealing with big emotion and needs some comfort sucking on billie's boobs? 🥺🙏 (nothing sexual cuz i think it's weird and problematic to write porn w this topic)

Comfort

Mommy!billie eilish x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, lactation, hurt/comfort, having a mini tantrum

“W-work s-stupid!” You scream out as you slam the front door behind you making Billie jump in her spot on the couch. She wasn’t that surprised by your outburst because you have been doing them a lot more recently. Work was getting overbearing and you’ve been stuck between your headspace and your regular mindset for a while now so you have been having trouble processing emotions, especially big ones like these.

Billie has been very patient with you but she doesn’t know how much more she can take before she has to do/say something about it. She closed her laptop and got off the couch to go over to you. You were trying to take your jacket off but it wasn’t coming off which made you more upset and you started crying. Frustrating tears sliding down your cheeks and down your neck making Billie’s heart drop. She cooed at you and gently pulled you into her arms making you cry harder. She carefully backed up until the back of her legs hit the couch and she sat down, pulling you down on her lap.

You continued to sob in her shoulder as she held you close, rubbing and patting your back gently. “Shhh shhh…let it all out babygirl…mommy is here…she’s got you…” she whispered in your ear softly before kissing the side of your head lovingly. After a few moments, all Billie could hear was the sound of your breathing and the little sniffles from your nose. “You okay now baby?” She asked as she looked down to see you already looking up at her with a tired and sad expression. You just shrug and you lay your head down onto her soft breast, making you relax a bit. Billie knew how much you loved her breast, in or out of your headspace.

“Would you like to suckle on my breast baby? Would that help you?” Billie offered and you looked up at her with wide eyes. “W-weally?” You ask, to make sure you heard her right. “Yes baby you can. Here. Why don’t we put your pjs on and go in the bed and then I’ll let you do it okay?” She said and you nodded. She picked you up in her arms and carried you up the stairs and got you ready for bed. Once you got your pjs on and your teeth brushed, Billie led you to the bed and tucked you in but not before going in beside you. Billie pulled you into her arms and had your head close to her breasts.

She pulled down her tank top she put on and her full breast fell free, making your eyes widen at them. You’ve seen them many many times but didn’t matter how much you saw them, you always were mesmerized by them. Billie saw how you were looking at them and it made her chuckle. Billie lifted her left arm up so you can get closer to her side and you latched your lips around her nipple, suckling softly on them. You instantly felt calm and the anxiety you’ve been feeling recently washed away as you suckled on your girlfriend’s breasts. This beautiful bond you had with your mommy was one of your favorites you do with her. You just feel so comforted and close to her and you knew she felt the same way too.

Soon, you felt your eyelids get heavy and your suckling becoming slower. “It’s okay baby…you can rest…mommy isn’t going anywhere.” She reassured you once more and you nodded against her, your lips still around her breast. You felt your eyes flutter close as you fall into a deep sleep, making Billie smile. She was glad that she could help you calm down and feel safe, especially recently since you’ve been dealing with a lot mentally and physically. Billie leaned down and gave the top of your head a loving kiss before closing her own eyes and falling into a peaceful slumber like you.

A/n: I absolutely loved this request so much! I hope you enjoyed it anon and I hope the rest of y’all did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[ace-of-gay]

hello <3 i hope you are doing well!

i was wondering if you could do a papa emeritus or ghoul x a regressor with a cold?

i have been down sick for like a week now and i live and breathe ghost agere right now

anyways thank you <3

Sickly ghoul

Warnings: just some not very detailed descriptions of age regression

age regression is a coping that can both voluntary and/or involuntary it is entirely safe and reccomended by therapists if they believe it would be effective for said person but as mentioned for some people it is entirely unpredictable, if this makes you uncomfortable please carry on elsewhere thank you <3

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It started with the headache before the last ritual in this stretch of the country, a rolling pain that cast in like wayves in the ocean crashing as the shore rises.

not thinking much of it you drink an extra bottle of water and take a couple store brand over the counter pain killers giving it all through rehearsals to let them set in and do their job, the shrill of sodos guitar before tain stops him is absolutely agonizing, you try not to let it affect you but with how you wince back from your place just enough for papa copia to notice out of the corner of his eye and glance over but in that time you had corrected yourself and shrugged it off hoping that you could just take more pain killers between the rehearsal and the ritual.

After rehearsals, a spinning and pounding head was now accompanied by feeling like your body was cold sweating, making the assumption you were anxious yousit down to breath for a moment, taking one more pain killer and another swig of water you apply your glamor making your full ghoulish horns, tail and pierce grey skin fade to that of the complexion humans hold.

Putting on your mask once more standing up shaking off what you thought were nerves and returning to your place on stage.

One sense that ghouls are far more enhanced in is smell, using it to process how one another are doing, passing by swiss to head back on stage he caught the sense of something that seemed off, *surely youre not sick* he thinks to himself, *you might just be tired* he hopes thats all however during the ritual as you go about your routine putting on a show for the ritual goers, your eyes feeling warm and watery, it felt like it was both hot and cold in waves, you try once more to shrug it off for the rest of the show hoping its just a mix of a breeze and the lights seering down on all of you.

One thing you were thankful for when it came to your mask is the goggles part around the eyes worked like sunglasses so the flashing of the lights didn't do much of anything for you.

As you all go through ritual you prance around to swiss' side of the stage joining him on his little stage, as soon as the song started it came to a close with sodo wailing his whammy youd been trying to prepare for this part just incase the pain meds did nothing but by far it didn't work.

You only found out as he jerks his whammy bar making a siren wailing sound.

This time swiss could for certain smell and sense what was happening and against his hopes you were sick, he maneuvered behind you to keep you standing, "just a few more songs bub youre okay" he says loud enough for you to hear, the both of you making it look like a gentle preformative action, he takes your hand in his helping you step off of his riser and sending you back to your station in hopes to tough it through the rest of the ritual.

By the end of the ritual your head was pounding, you were congested, you felt like you were freezing while drenched in sweat and your chest felt so unbelievably tight, youre all lined up, swiss has you between him and rain, rain could instantly tell what was wrong by the simple touch of his hand holding yours.

Bowing and exiting the stage the two ghouls kept you infront of everyone calmly ushering you off stage, if for the sake of being sick they also knew that youd probably be regressing if you haven't already.

Leading to put your stuff away help the others but the sickness and the state of your mind slipping younger from not feeling good it had finally set it, walking over to mountains area to help with everything when gentle hands wrap kindly wrap around your shoulders from behind the hands graced with beautiful rough caloses that sang all of the time and effort they had put into their skill aethers hands so gentle and kind "youre sick little ghoul, youre going to go sit down and relax while we do this, go sit down baby" he hums as you give a pleading glance to mountain to get you out of this but the look he sends back is one that sets your headspace into full swing, a tiny little ghoul who just isnt feeling too good.

Aether with a caring hand on your back leads you once again back stage going straight to copia, you shake your head not wanting the confrontation of managing to get sick, "come on, theres nothing wrong with going to papa, hes our summoner, hes here to take care of us when needed and he can determine what you need best" he soothes the fiery fear in your regressed mind.

The great thing is he knew when his ghouls were regressed, being that its not uncommon for ghouls to regress with their instincts and such wired differently he wasnt new to soothing the ghouls as though they were kits.

Copia comes closer meeting you halfway with his hands open, his gould had already told him what was going on and he for certain would give you a good look over "come, come sit piccolo" he ushers.

Once seated he removes his gloves, this is proof that he cares because his gloves almost never come off around others unless hes handling his precious rats, he loosens the helmet like mask and setting it aside, gently lifting your chin to look at him.

"Drop your glamor for me per favore" he requests, watching as you return to your ghoulish self "aah perfetta" he sighs running his hands through your hair that had been flattened down, his fingertips brushing gently against yohr forehead when he feels just how warm your temperature is "oh kit, mio caro youre burning up" he worries, your sniffles break the silence as he looks so very kindly at you, he reaches over grabbing a paper towel and using it to wipe your nose like a parent would a child, completely disregarding how old you are out of this headspace, right now youre the kit and they will all hold and coddle you.

When all of the ghouls are done going about their after ritual routine they all start heading back to the tour bus to get comfortable now that they had a small week break between segments of the tour in this country, mountain and rain coming to collect you from copia, rain picking up your mask while mountain takes your hand helping you up on weak aching legs, slow steps and a gentle hold keeping you by his side so for you not to fall.

When you get there someone had already gotten you comfortable clothes that consisted of a hoodie from rains selections and some sweats and shirt from swiss' collection, all ready for you, their favorite thing to do when one of you is sick is to dote on the ill ghoul.

Gentle hands from sodo and rain helping you into the change of clothes "you smell like all of us, you will be better in no time kit, youre in the best hands" sodo smiles encouragingly, "lets get you to a nap, we'll wake you when we get to the hotel" aether comments leading you to the large bed in the back instead of to your bunk but stopping by to pick up your stuffy you take everywhere, "do you need cuddles little one?" To which you nod "yes pease" you respond, your voice coming out far more little and sickly than you had expected he nods laying down so you can lay around or against him however you please, you curl up with your head on his chest falling asleep almost immediately. He places a kiss to tour forehead only to notice that you very much have a fever, he mumbles out sadly "youre warmer than sodo on a bad day"

The cuddles were so perfect but was even better was as you bunked with swiss and phantom, they figured that even though normally its one to a bed, but the kit needs their cuddles and these two are happy to do so.

After a hot bath they had ran you they made sure for you to have eaten and gotten even more rest, when youd try to get up theyd tell you to point and theyd figure it out, so mu h love shared from all of your band mates, you were the baby and theyd do anything to take care of you the exact same way you do every time theyre in need of love and care, they would be happy to stick it through just to see you glow like your radiant self again.

Phantom wrapped around on your left eith swiss on your right theyre happy to so what they can until your cold went away, because they love the team kit, "sleep well baby, get some rest" hed hum, with plenty of comfort foods and snacks and drinks all together.

After such events even if you werent that sick in your opinion they would go out of their way to make sure you were healthy and happy

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[ponyboymichalcurtis]

Okay, fuck everybody, agere greaser head cannons!

Ponyboy is most definitely an age regressor, on a really bad day, he’s around 2-3, but if he’s just a lil stressed, 5-7.

Darry is so caregiver, fight me. He’s always taking care of the gang all the time, so it’s nothing different. He regresses to about 9 when he’s real stressed.

Sodapop is a regressor, but he’s so nervous to regress in front of anybody, including Darry and Steve (off topic but I ship Steve and soda, love them sm) he regresses to around 5-6.

Two bit regresses to about 7-8, and in usual two bit fashion, he is still doing the mostest bc he’s silly like that!! I can imagine a modern version of him having one of those dad pun books and he annoys the crap out of everyone with them, but ofc they love him for it. He’s also a flip though.

Steve is sodas caregiver for on the very very rare occasion that soda lets Steve see him regressed. It’s only happened twice; the first time being when his sodas parents died and the second being when pony ran away.

Johnny regresses often, never at home though. Like, that one deleted clip of Johnnys mom beating him with a broom, after that, i headcannon that he regressed and two bit had to hold him while he cried till he fell asleep.

Dally’s a caregiver, and for the pure purpose of making sure that rhe gang has somebody to fall back on besides Darry. He likes to take care of them because his dad never did, and he doesn’t want them to ever feel like that in their friendships or in life in general.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Not really sure how to start this, so I guess I'll just go straight into it.

Is there a name for having sex fantasies where you're a child in them?

A lot of the time, I need to dissociate when I'm getting off. I know a lot of my kinks & preferences stem from either trauma, or dysphoria, or a combination of the two. Most of them make sense & I can say “yeah I like X because of Y.” or “oh yeah, Z happened, and now I'm really into X.”

But the one thing that doesn't make sense to me is needing to put myself in a frame of mind where I'm a child, or imagine myself in a scenario where I'm a child, in order to get off.

Is this just another form of ageplay? Or is it something else?

A lot of the time I feel guilty & gross for it - because *why* do I need to see myself as *a child* getting abused or put in a sexual context, in order to get off? I should be seeing myself as an adult, I should be getting treated as an adult, because sex is for adults. Yet the easiest way for someone to rush me towards getting off is to call me a kid & treat me like one & for me to see myself as one in their eyes - for me to be helpless & naive & coerced & unprepared for what's about to happen or the consequences.

Sometimes the fantasies are based on memories, sometimes they're pure fantasy.

To be clear: I have no desire to go back to being that age, or to be around kids that age. Kids are gross to me, there's 0 attraction to them, nothing like that. If someone's even a few weeks younger than me, or the same age as me, it's a turn off - I only get attracted to people older than me.

But if someone gives me a Stitch sippycup & a hoodie I wore when I was 12 & wants to fuck me on the couch while a cartoon plays, I'll be rolling over for them within seconds, and in my head, I'll see myself doing those things as a child. I used to be really into littlespace & agere & ageplay, but negative experiences really put me off of them. Is this just… idk, another version of them? Or something else?

Does this have a name? And is it something I should feel so gross & guilty over?

hi anon,

it sounds like you're just into ageplay, dude. which is fine, by the way, like any other roleplaying between consenting adults playing horny make believe games is fine. you obviously have a really clear sense of the difference between you, personally, wanting to act like a kid and wanting to actually do sexual acts to real children, so I'm personally not seeing anything to feel gross or guilty about here. obviously if this is something that causes you to feel bad about yourself I wouldn't recommend engaging with it, but that's entirely due to your actions rather than anything inherently evil about what you're into.

as to your questions about why this - not every kink or fetish has a neat, tidy solution, and they don't need to. for most people, we're just into what we're into. but you may find this ask, written to another person worried about being turned on by things reminiscent of their abuse, to be helpful.

I do have, like, some questions about why you aren't able to see people the same age as you as viable sexual partners, but that's a question for someone with way more degrees than I have.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hi!!! Can we please get a fic of little Wilson regressing for the first time in front of house, but House is absolutely clueless and has no clue what to do with littles 🫶🫶

Here you go :) I feel like House and Wilson both already knew what agere was from med school, but House is completely oblivious to the community part and doesn't get the caregiving thing. House is the "I will make sure this child doesn't die" uncle who doesn't like kids that much lol. He tries.

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Word Count: 1104

Summery: House comes home early to find Wilson regressed. Wilson is surprisingly calm about the whole thing, which is great, because House has no idea what to do with him.

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House let out a long breath and slowly closed the laptop. Wilson sat in front of him with an expectant and slightly nervous look on his face, dressed in solar system pyjamas House had no idea he even owned until today with a fuzzy blue blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a stuffed bear in his lap.

He knew what age regression was. They both did; multiple psych rotations over the course of their careers meant they were bound to encounter it at least once, on top of their textbook education as med students, but he had to hand it to Wilson, even he hadn’t seen this one coming.

Wilson had been weirdly calm about the whole thing when he came back home unexpectedly early from what was supposed to be his date with a very pretty sex worker, because seriously, how do you double-book a hookup? And walked in on Wilson in his pyjama getup and watching a Disney movie. He only froze for a second before grabbing his laptop and pulling up way too many articles for House to read. Some were semi-professional medical websites, and others looked like the concept of the words ‘pastel unicorn’ puked all over them, but all relayed the same general information. Not a fetish, coping mechanism, child-like state of mind, blah blah blah. Nothing he didn’t already know.

Forget the hooker, his night had just become way more interesting. “So,” He began, popping a handful of Vicodin, “Is there a reason… why? Do you have some traumatic past? Actually, you know what? Never mind, if you do have some weird family trauma I don’t really want to hear about it.” But at the same time, maybe he did. “…Do you?”

Wilson shrugged, almost completely unfazed, and his eyes wandered back to the paused movie, The Fox and the Hound, that was apparently much more important than their “conversation”. Wilson had yet to say a single actual word to him.

“And you’re not talking because..?”

Another shrug.

“That’s very helpful, thank you.”

Now that the whole “big reveal” was over, House didn’t really know where to go from there. Sure, it was weird and Wilson was never, ever going to hear the end of it for the rest of his days, but what was he going to do? Tell Wilson that he couldn’t enjoy kids movies in pyjamas on the floor in silence?

Wilson unpaused the movie and turned away from him.

The websites mentioned something about caregivers, one of the only things he hadn’t heard of before, who were supposed to be like parents and kept regressed individuals from sticking their fingers in electrical sockets or eating coins or whatever they did, and made sure they ate and went to bed on time. Did Wilson need that? It definitely wasn’t his first time being regressed and he wasn’t dead yet.

“Well, as long as I don’t have to throw you in the looney-bin for some kind of mental-breakdown. Do I need to do anything, or are you..?” He motioned vaguely at Wilson in what hopefully came across as an are you good if I stop giving a crap? gesture. Wilson nodded. “Cool.”

House made himself comfortable on the couch and picked up the book he was working on from the side table, only glancing up every few pages when whatever was going on in the land of Disney sounded more interesting than reading about a man’s trip in the mines. Wilson seemed content for the most part, though every now and then House caught him staring.

Eventually, around halfway through the movie Wilson got up silently and went to the kitchen, so silently that House didn’t even notice he was gone until he heard the sound of metal clattering around and the fridge being opened. When he went to investigate, he was met with Wilson holding a block of cheese and wielding the biggest knife they owned pointed directly towards himself.

“What are you doing? Put the knife down, put it down!” He said, and Wilson complied by dropping it gracelessly on the counter where it wobbled dangerously close to the edge. House grabbed it before it could take his toes off and batted Wilson away from it.

Wilson innocently held out the block of cheese to him.

“You want this? Fine, then let me do it before you maim yourself.” He snatched the cheese and put it down on a plate, then grabbed an appropriately-sized knife and cut a portion of the cheese into smaller squares. “There. Do you want anything else?”

Apparently the answer was no, because Wilson took the plate of just cheddar cheese and walked right back to his spot on the living room floor.

“You know, a ‘thank-you’ would be nice!” House called after him, putting the cheese back in the fridge. Clearly Wilson wasn’t as self-sufficient as he had thought. But with Wilson’s hunger satiated, he assumed that would be the end of the child-dilemmas for the night.

He was proven wrong just half an hour later as the movie ended, and Wilson began sniffling.

House set down his book and sighed. Oh God. “What’s wrong with you?”

Wilson turned to him, tears already flowing down his cheeks and bottom-lip wobbling, and pointed at the screen. “Puppy…” He whimpered.

Sure enough, the Puppy and the Fox were being forced to go their separate ways, but there was no reason for Wilson to be as upset as he was. “Yes, the puppy and the fox are leaving, it’s very sad.” He deadpanned, “No need to cry about it.”

That only made him more upset, and the quiet sniffling quickly began building into hiccups.

“Jesus Christ. Come here.” 

Wilson got up and dropped into the spot directly beside him on the couch, so close that their legs were touching.

“Why are you sad?”

Wilson sniffed his snot-filled nose loudly. “They’re not friends anymore…”

“That’s the plot of the movie, yep. Sometimes things happen, and you can’t be friends forever. That’s life, kid.” House gave him a consolatory pat on the shoulder, and Wilson took that as an invitation to drop headfirst against him and get his tears and mucus all over his shirt. He grimaced, but telling him to get off wasn’t worth the meltdown it was sure to cause.

So Wilson sat for a few minutes, pressed up against him and occasionally making sad little whining noises. Eventually he pulled away just slightly and mumbled, “Are we gonna be friends forever?”

“Will that make you stop crying?” He asked, and Wilson nodded. He sighed. “Then sure. We’ll be friends forever, Jimmy.”

[sodoshame]

please please PLEASE write something with regressed!phantom being seen by dew for the first time. maybe it’s during the time that dew is mean to phantom because he took aethers place? something like that

thanks shadow! always love ur fics

Hello sweet anon! Sorry this took so long, I’m working my way through requests :) I hope this is what you are after!

Requests are still open if anyone wants anything, I’ll get to it when I can :)

Honey.

Regressed!Phantom & Dewdrop.

A/N: SFW like all my agere fics of course! Dew is a little mean at first but he gets nicer I swear. I also wrote this really fast on my phone so I apologise in advance!

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Dewdrop was the only one up this late; the rumbling of the tour bus wasn’t lulling him to sleep like it usually did, so he gave up on trying to sleep and got out of his bunk to go and sit on the couch in the main area of the bus.

The ghoul had been sitting on the couch for almost an hour now, watching the TV at a low volume so it didn’t disturb anyone else. Upon hearing the door to the bunk area click open, Dew looked over, trying to make out who the figure in the doorway was. He squinted slightly, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark. The figure stepped forwards, the light from the TV illuminating him.

“Phantom? What do you want?” Dewdrop asked, his tone unnecessarily harsh. The young ghoul squeaked out a response, too quiet to hear.

“Fuck’s sake, speak up would you!?” Dew snapped, clenching his jaw.

Phantom stepped forwards again, allowing Dew to see him properly. The quintessence ghoul had the spade of his tail in his mouth, gently suckling on it. His hair was sticking up all over the place and he had tear tracks on his cheeks. He’d been crying.

Dewdrop sighs irritably, not quite yet realising the state of the poor ghoul.

“Speak, would you? Or go bother someone else.” Dew mutters, turning his attention back to the TV. He hears a little whimper from Phantom; he groans and looks back at him.

“Satanas, what is wrong with you?!” Dew snaps again.

That does it. Phantom bursts into tears.

“I- I had b-bad dream. Swissy i-is sleeping.” Phantom manages to stutter out between his sobs. His vocabulary is limited and his voice is muffled around his tail that is still in his mouth.

Immediately, Dew’s eyes widen. He hadn’t realised the state that the younger ghoul was in; Phantom was regressed and Dew had just yelled at him, making him burst into tears. The older ghoul sighs, standing up from the couch.

“Fuck- I mean shit- damn it! Okay, alright… Phantom?” Dew mumbles as he slowly approaches Phantom. The young ghoul backs away slightly, still sobbing.

“Hey, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you, quint.” Dew says, his voice softening. He holds his arms out to Phantom, offering him to come closer.

As Phantom toddled over to Dew, the fire ghoul realised just how little Phantom was; he was wobbly on his feet, sucking on the spade of his tail like a pacifier. Even the way he’s crying. He was regressed much younger than Dew had seen any of the other ghouls be.

“Oh, you’re really little right now, aren’t you?” Dew coos softly. Once Phantom is close enough, Dewdrop wraps him in a gentle hug and softly rubs his back.

Phantom says nothing, but allows himself to be wrapped in Dew’s arms. His crying has calmed down a little, but there are still tears running down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky.

“I’m sorry, little quint. I didn’t mean to shout at you, I didn’t realise that you’re-”

Dewdrop pauses and sighs.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you, end of.” He mumbles.

The fire ghoul leads Phantom to the couch, getting him to sit down. Dew wraps his arms around the young ghoul, pulling him to his chest.

Phantom lets out a little whimper as he cries, burying his face into Dew’s shoulder.

“Shh, shh, shh. Don’t cry, honey. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He brings his hand up to run his fingers through Phantom’s messy hair, keeping one arm wrapped around him. The young ghoul brings his tail back to his mouth, suckling on it once again; Dew frowns as he watches him.

“Hey, quint, don’t do that please. It’s not good for your your tail, you’ll end up hurting it.” Dew says softly, trying to pull the tail out of the quintessence ghouls mouth. Phantom whines and looks up at Dew with big watery eyes. Dewdrop sighs, then fumbles about in his back pocket.

“Can you try this for me? It’s Mountain’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind you borrowing it.” He says, pulling a pacifier from his pocket and offering it to the young ghoul.

Phantom lets his tail drop out of his mouth and cautiously leans his face closer to the pacifier. Dew gently pushes it against his lips, encouraging him to take it. Phantom does, taking it into his mouth hesitantly. After a few minutes, he looks up at the older ghoul, grinning around the pacifier.

“You like the paci, bug?” Dew questions, stroking his fingers through Phantom’s hair. Phantom nods, softly sucking on the pacifier as he looks up at Dew.

“Maybe we’ll have to get you your own, huh? That sounds like a good idea?”

Phantom nods excitedly and starts shuffling around on couch, eventually planting himself on Dew’s lap. He curls up against him and nuzzles his face into the fire ghoul’s chest. Dewdrop watches him with a raised eyebrow and lets out a slight chuckle as Phantom settles himself in his lap.

“Oh, just gettin’ comfy, hm?” Dew coos softly, wrapping his arms back around Phantom’s body.

The quintessence ghoul hums quietly in response, already closing his eyes. He mumbles something into Dew’s chest.

“T’ank you, Dewy.”

Dewdrop all but feels his heart melt; he places a soft kiss to the top of Phantom’s head and cradles him to his chest.

“You’re welcome, baby bug.” Dew mumbles into Phantom’s hair.

Maybe he should give the new quintessence ghoul more of a chance. Maybe he shouldn’t take his anger about Aether on Phantom.

From that night on, Dewdrop vowed to himself that he wouldn’t ever hurt the young ghoul again; nor would he let anyone else.

[iwasforcedtomakethisbytum]

I love that agere content got popular in the wttt fandom. I don't know how but it's amazing, so i made up some headcanons for the main six, i don't see them all regressing but i decided to force myself to have all the headcanons be about regressing

Florida i feel is at the youngest 7 he is a bit more giggly he is obsessed with water and will run off to swim in a nearby lake, that's one reason he doesn't tell people about his regression the other is so he can watch adult shows and stuff without others trying to stop him (i feel California would try if he knew) he does have chew toys and non chew toys (like that'll stop the chomp) but he doesn't specifically use them in or out of regression

Gov is pretty quiet when regressing, he obviously doesn't wear a suit because why would he? I don't know how old he'd be but I'm feeling anything below like 8 would work he has a chew toy and a pacifier that he barely uses unless he was really young, he has a good few plushies he's collected over the years that when he's regressed he usually just stares at, he might move them a bit but he really just imagines them doing cool stuff, i feel the states tried getting him to physically play with them but have stopped because he is genuinely having fun and gov also hit them because they took his toys

Louisiana is somewhere in the teenager range, so he can hide his regression pretty well, if he even knows he's doing it, i feel he sneaks out just to walk around the place looking for fun even though he doesn't have to sneak out nobody would question if he left without telling anyone, he does not have toys for his regression specifically, i feel he would wear more clothes he would wear around when he was a teen, he'd also have a shorter temper imo

New York i could see around 4-8 he doesn't dress too differently he already wears pretty comfy clothes it looks like, i feel he has a couple plushies, and a pacifier he'll use i don't feel he regresses a lot and he doesn't really care for toys as an adult so he doesn't have many. I've seen a headcanon say he likes to color not related to regression but now I'm making it related, he has a good few colouring and activity books he enjoys both regressed or not, depending on his age he'll watch some nice kids shows in bed maybe with his toys, he probably hits them against each other

California is around 5-10 when he regresses, no matter his age he usually likes having his pacifier, occasionally he'll take a chew toy especially if he were to go out in public and try to hide his regression, we all see him if anyone to have a good amount of plushies, and he pretty much only watches kids shows when regressed, i see him more into cuddling plushies than playing with them. He can have a bit less self control and he'll be a little selfish during his regression, nothing insane tho. Sometimes i feel he could get really upset before or during his regression and have to be calmed down by another state

Texas is one of the younger regressors, i feel around 2-3 he usually isn't trying to regress so obviously he's usually a little upset when it does happen, he is nearly unable to talk and does have communication cards because of it, he has made himself a couple of plushies because he'd rather die than buy himself a plushie at a store like so embarrassing! He has a pacifier he hates the pacifier, he sometimes uses a chew toy but he doesn't often he doesn't even own it because of his regression it's because he uses it to not grind his teeth in his sleep. He hides under furniture a good lot, or just in compact areas. He gets really upset if you touch anything of his, you are not guaranteed safety if you do, if he wants you to touch his stuff, he'll basically force you to take it.

Stay tuned and maybe I'll do all of them as caregivers, no promises on that though

[creature-wizard]

If Starseeds are nazis, then how come the lemurians don't feed into the conspiracy theory? I get it that the Nordics and Reptilians are bad, but I've never seen Lemurians, Avians, or Grey aliens feed into harmful stereotypes.

So, a thing about starseed mythology is that a lot of the alien races are basically your Planet of Hats type aliens, where there's no real internal cultural or ideological diversity to speak of. And this does, in fact, all embody a very pernicious cultural stereotype: that cultures outside of your own lack internal diversity and nuance, and that they have nothing that requires any long-term, in-depth study to understand.

This mirrors how New Agers often view actual human cultures, where they just assume that they can understand everything they need to know about them in a very short amount of time, and that they can get them all to convert to New Age spirituality without disrupting their culture. This is an attitude they've inherited from white Christian missionary culture, which has always been a tool of white colonialism.

So whether or not you can immediately pick out an obvious specific racist stereotype on any specific starseed type, they do in fact all feed into a very harmful stereotype.

Also, it does depend on which New Agers you're asking, but grays have very much been implicated in the blood libel stuff and the alien hybrid engineering stuff (which is just great replacement theory with aliens), so yeah.

[baby--charchar]

CW: sfw agere pull-ups/diaper use. May not be everyone's cup of tea and that is a-okay.

Being padded is really helping me feel safe and comfortable lately so here are some random padded headcanons for baby Charlie and baby Vaggie.

Charlie

Regresses anywhere from 2-4, so being padded isn't always necessary

BUT since she was the first to learn about regression (involuntary, she was just so stressed), she was the first between herself and Vaggie to start having accidents in the hotel. Vaggie would never, ever try to make her feel bad about that. But she did end up spending a lot more time cleaning up than she would have liked.

Charlie insisted they were only one-time incidents, that she didn't need to be padded and shut down anytime Vaggie tried to ask her about diapers. She doesn't like anything that makes her feel more needy or like a burden

Once bedwetting started, Vaggie and Lucifer really had to sit Charlie down and talk everything through with her. She needed to be healthy about this, she deserved to feel clean and comfortable when she was little, and of course the accidents were really upsetting her. Big or little, Charlie deserved better and it was okay to need help from her family.

They compromised on pull ups, which were a good middle ground. They gave Charlie enough autonomy to take care of herself when she could. But it made it absolutely okay if she couldn't sometimes.

Charlie does NOT like the pull ups but agrees that they're better than nothing. Still, she sticks to dresses with leggings while she's regressed so they're more subtle.

Charlie does NOT like changes, only because she feels so embarrassed during them. It feels like she's been caught doing something she shouldn't. If she has to though, she'd rather Vaggie help her change than her dad.

She's not in trouble though. Really. Vaggie and Lucifer have a hard time convincing her of that. In fact, they'd prefer it if she'd just straight up tell them when she needed help changing rather than trying to hide it. Pull up checks are a must with her.

Vaggie

Honestly, being padded is so much simpler for Vaggie than it is Charlie. The difference between those two in littlespace is enough to give Lucifer whiplash.

Vaggie was resistant to regressing at first (her headspace is 0-2 so that's a BIG shift for her). But the first time she had an accident she basically said, 'No. Nuh uh. Fuck that.' and demanded that she get some sort of protection. She did not need any convincing.

She is super sensitive to the tight elastic of pull ups, so she chooses diapers.

She likes being clean, so she has no issue screaming at Lucifer to alert him when she needs a change.

She's usually nonverbal when in babyspace, so yeah, 'scream' is definitely the right word. But hey, Lucifer is just proud that she can ask for help when she needs!

I feel like she doesn't like 'making' Charlie change her cuz even in babyspace, she thinks she should be the one taking care of Charlie, not the other way around. It may be something she needs to work though, putting so much pressure on herself to be someone else's protector.