#logicality agere

[lavenderplushie]

logan sanders agere board!

[punkmunch]

why is the agere community so so toxic jesus christ just let people be themselves

[starryluminary]

All the age regression stuff in the td tags is making me want to share my own td age regression stuff but. There’s still that insecurity about it keeping me from giving in

[sleepytot]

👓 Logan Sanders Agere Moodboard!

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i’d like to think he pretends to be a doctor or scientist,,,,

[theenemyod]

Call is totally non judgemental of age regression until he sees Alex regressing.

[coquettecowboy]

The nurse came into my room this morning and saw my Bluey toothbrush on the sink and said “oh! My son has the same one!” It was sweet

[thisismyanimus]

hijacking the tags

i imagine that this post will show up if you search for a combination of any two words appearing here

if you like any of those topics or are brazilian, hit me up, follow me, message me, idk

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[agere-fics]

🍄 you're a little during the phantom menace time period 🍄

caregiver!qui gon and big brother cg!obi wan headcanons (sfw agere)

♡

• qui-gon is your main caregiver here

• he looks after you, keeps you safe, gives you healthy, appropriate rules to follow

• he shows you how to mediate and calm yourself when you're anxious

• he's not quite strict, just firm and protective.

• obi-wan is your big brother caregiver

• he likes to start up mischief with you, get you to say bad words, and pulling harmless pranks on qui-gon and the other padawans

• when the council calls in qui-gon for a talk, he knows for a fact that it's about something you and obi wan pulled.

• qui-gon likes that you help obi-wan remember that he's still young too. the jedi council always talk about being logical, grown, responsible, and to act like you're an all knowing ethereal being. qui-gon disagrees and knows how important it is to just be young.

• so even though your antics with obi wan can get a tad annoying, qui-gon really appreciates it

• your big brother obi wan likes to use the force to fly you around or tickle you. he'll also withhold snacks sometimes by flying it high up where you can't reach. he lets you have the snacks after a couple seconds however ajxhs he just likes messing around

• he also likes helping you through nightmares. often you'd find yourself in his bed needing a cuddle and he gives that to you while half awake

• you and obi wan often play games on the holo tech

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hi! I love your TUA content 💕. Can you please do some cg Viktor and regressor five headcanons? They have such a good dynamic and there's so little agere five content in this world. And Viktor being a unexpected cg makes so much sense with their past with kids (with Harlan but also their violin tutoring.)

(chanting) Little Five, little Five, little Five, little Five.

In my mind, unless you waterboarded it out of him, Viktor is the only one who would know about Five's regression on purpose. Eventually his other siblings might find out by accident, but that would be despite efforts made by the both of them to keep it quiet for Five's comfort.

Five's pretty soft when he's regressed. Not shy or sensitive, just like... subdued almost. Calmer. It's a good match for Viktor, who probably would have a hard time handling someone more rowdy. He doesn't seem like the chasing-the-child-around type, more a gentle guiding hand.

Five likes to be helpful, and that usually translates to helping Viktor cook or tidy. Viktor used to be hesitant to let him help because he wanted Five's time being small to be relaxing, but eventually he figured out that spending quiet time together doing little tasks was relaxing for Five. It was the quality time he had been missing for years.

I don't see either of them as huge cuddlers, however there would be lots of small displays of physical affection, like Viktor rubbing Five's arm or brushing his hair with his fingers, or Five sitting a little closer than strictly necessary.

The exception to this would be post-nightmare or panic attack where Five would sit in Viktor's lap with his arms and legs wrapped around him, and they'll just sit like that until Five's grounded enough to either fall asleep or come back around.

Five is well-behaved 99% of the time, but he's also a little kid with the logical thought process of a savant, so he knows exactly how to be a little shit and get away with it. He is very well aware he can get anything from Viktor with a please or a slightly sad look, he just chooses not to (unless it's to get a few extra treats here and there, or a slightly unhealthy PB&Marshmallow sandwich for lunch).

Viktor knows he's weak, sue him.

The rare chance they're able to go, the library is a good place for a day out. Five gets to pick out some new books, and they both get a public place that's quiet where everyone's minding their business.

Viktor frequently has to remind Five not to teleport because he has less control of the destination while regressed and it's such a habit for him that he'll just jump without thinking.

Little Five's not used to walking so much, his legs hurt :(

No he will not accept the offer of a piggyback, he's too good for that, thank you.

[cutiecorner]

♡ Little Gotham: The Penguin and Mr. Freeze ♡

Trying out a new style of post to give the run down on how characters are in the dadfred & babybat universe (aka little gotham)! which has basically turned into an agere au lol.

The defacto caregivers of arkham

They kinda naturally took on uncle figure roles as the oldest of the bunch (freeze being ~50 and Penguin being ~60)

They both care deeply for the regressors/flips (riddler, ivy, harley, scarecrow, twoface, perhaps joker) in their own ways

Penguin is a much more permissible carer than freeze - he has no backbone when it comes to little ones. Staying up all night? Seems like a proper soiree! Sundaes for dinner? He does love cold treats! Wearing his suits? How positively en vogue!

Freeze is more of the rules guy. He's very logical and wants everyone to make wise decisions. The kids take great joy in melting his heart and making him read stories and such

They both love to tell stories. Penguin likes to recount operas he's seen (complete with singing) and Freeze knows the Nutcracker and a lot of Grimms fairy tales by heart

Penguin is good at winding the kids up. He knows how to get them excited and playing

Freeze knows how to wind the little ones down, he's the best at getting them to nap or relax

Penguin takes care of pigeons in his cell, and let's the regressors name them

Freeze sculpts things, he'll make trinkets for everyone to play with

When not in arkham, penguin loves to give lavish gifts to his little friends. He keeps track of things they want and surprises them with it when they're out of arkham

When freeze is released he comes back frequently to visit and also writes letters to everyone

Penguin loves to dress the kids up and bring them to parties. He will not hear a WORD admonishing them, they are precious little cherubs who can do no wrong, he's sure that table was begging to be set on fire

Freeze will meet up with folks individually and check on how they're doing

The Penguin is most fond of the riddler, Freeze is most fond of two face

Penguin and freeze call the regressors "the children" (even when not regressed)

Individually, penguin uses the nicknames prince(ss), darling, angel, fledgling, and chickadee

Freeze uses the nicknames, my dear, little one and snowflake

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Light Yagami and L Lawliet as care giver ໒ ˚⁎

Could I get CG headcannons for Light Yagami or L Lawliet?

Light Yagami

•Light would use endearing and gentle pet names like : little one, sweetheart, or kiddo He might also use more formal names occasionally, reflecting his organized nature!

•If you're sick : Light would be very attentive and methodical. He'd ensure you have everything you need: medicine, comfort items, and plenty of rest. He'd likely read to you or watch calm shows

•"Here, take your medicine, and then we'll watch that show you like, alright?"

•If you're sad : He would try to understand the root cause of the sadness. Yagami would talk to you gently, using logic to reassure you and perhaps divert your attention with your favorite activities or stories

•"How about we do something fun together? Maybe that will cheer you up !"

•Handling Tantrums : Light would remain calm and composed. He'd try to understand the trigger of the tantrum and address it logically. He'd speak softly, offering solutions or alternatives to whatever caused the distress

•It’s okay to feel angry, but let’s figure out a way to calm down, alright sweetheart ?"

•If needed, he might give them a bit of space to cool down while keeping a watchful eye

•Light enjoys incorporating educational activities into playtime. He might use puzzles, books, or educational games that engage your mind and promote learning in a fun way.\ !

•Storytime with Yagami often includes moral lessons subtly woven into the narrative, reflecting his desire to instill good values

L Lawliet

•L might use quirky and affectionate names like : little detective, cupcake or pudding. His pet names would reflect his unique personality and his affection for you

•If you're sick : L would be very hands-on, making sure you are comfortable and have everything needed. He'd likely make a game out of taking medicine or drinking fluids, using his creativity to keep them entertained even while sick

•"I’ve got your favorite blanket and some juice, Pudding. Let’s get you comfy"

•If you're sad : He would be very empathetic, likely sitting with you and listening carefully. He’d use his analytical skills to understand your feelings and offer comfort through physical affection (like gentle hugs, holding hands) or your favorite activities <3

•"Want to cuddle and talk about it, little detective?"

•Handling Tantrums : L would remain very patient and observant. He’d try to distract them with something interesting or engaging. If that doesn’t work, he’d calmly talk them through their feelings, using gentle reasoning to help them understand and calm down.

•"What’s got you so upset, Little Detective? Can we figure it out together?"

•He might also use a bit of humor to lighten the mood and defuse the situation

•Lawliet isn’t shy about showing physical affection. He offers plenty of hugs, holds hands, and provides a comforting presence. He might even carry you on his back !

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

[fandom-nursery]

Lucifer agere headcanons

He tends to regress either very little, 1 or younger, or regress to a middle space around 10 with no real in between 

He has a much harder time with his regression than his brothers and does it very rarely 

Lucifer is a prideful man and hates the vulnerability that comes with regressing, especially because his regression age can get so young. He feels like he needs to always be big so that he can take care of his brothers 

He has a bad habit of pushing his regression off as much as he can so that he can take care of everyone else. He has such a strong will that he rarely slips unless he is 100% alone with no chance of anyone needing him 

Logically he knows there isn't anything wrong with being little but it hurts his pride that he needs it. He thinks that if he were just a little stronger, just a little better, he wouldn’t need regression at all and it frustrates him endlessly that he relies on it so heavily 

He has an easier time regressing to his older age because he still feels somewhat in control 

When he’s in his younger headspace he becomes somewhat helpless. He can barely walk and fine motor skills are almost gone 

When he’s in his babyspace he doesn't have any real control over his emotions the way he does while big or even while in his older headspace 

Lucifer will go completely nonverbal in his younger headspace and ends up crying or babbling to communicate his needs and becoming very frustrated with both himself and you when he isn’t understood 

Since he usually regresses alone his younger self is not used to having someone there to take care of him. Once he has had a taste of having you there to care for him he can’t get enough and becomes very clingy. 

Little Lucifer tends to have issues with his memories and generally gets memories from when he’s big in blurs or flashes which he quickly loses hold of. He knows how he feels about things but the actual reasons why often escape him 

Naptime is huge for Lucifer when he’s regressed. Because it’s one of the few times that he physically can’t get any work done he doesn’t feel guilty for getting the sleep he desperately needs and on more than one occasion Lucifer has spent his entire regression fast asleep 

If you carry him and he will hide his face in your shoulder in embarrassment to avoid having to look into your eyes but he really does like it 

If you are watching him he will do bathtime. When Lucifer trusts you enough to watch him while regressed it means he trusts you with everything and this includes bathing him while he’s tiny 

Little Lucifer loves music and has several records that he likes to have on specifically when he’s little. 

He isn’t a very active little all things considered. He does so much every day that when he finally allows himself to regress he doesn’t want to do anything that takes a lot of effort. This, combined with the fact that he won't regress outside his room, means activities are somewhat limited 

His favorite snack is poison apple slices with honey and and warm milk 

If he’s little he won’t leave his room so unless he has snacks tucked away or you are watching him and willing to run down to the kitchen he doesn’t usually eat while little

He loves when you bottle feed him. He finds it incredibly soothing to be held close to you while he eats 

He has one stuffed animal that you got him after learning about his regression which is a peacock and a baby blanket that he loves to be swaddled up in. they are his biggest comfort items when small 

On his own he will remove a few of his layers and let himself be less formally dressed when little. If you are there taking care of him he will let you put him in almost any outfit you want as long as he thinks it looks good 

Lucifer started using a paci when he started sucking his thumb while regressing to try and avoid that particular habit. The downside is that he often times finds them to be yet another frustrating roadblock to making his wants and needs understood 

Getting him to wear diapers while little is the biggest struggle. It’s the thing he feels most insecure about regarding his regression and for a long time he decided it was better to have to clean his sheets every time he regressed rather than risk being caught purchasing or wearing diapers. Even with a caregiver he trusts it’s terrifying and deeply embarrassing for him and being changed usually results in him crying. With a lot of praise and comfort he is learning to accept it though 

Absolutely no one knows about his regression besides you. Barbatos has his suspicions but he would never let Lucifer know about them out of respect for the man. He only told you after you two got together and made a pact because he didn’t want there to be anymore secrets between you 

He started regressing shortly after the fall when the weight of becoming a demon, loosing his sister, birthing satan and adjusting to his new life became too much 

[ramsywasalittlelamb]

fog in my mind darkens in my eyes, silently streaming for a distant sound

A Regressor!Tim Drake & Caregiver!Bruce Wayne fic :] 1.2k words, hurt/comfort, do not ship!! photos found on pinterest!

Tim’s regression is known to bruce! I think I made it more subtle than most agere based fics, but I made it based off of my own experiences and regression! This is my first ever fic, but I hope you all enjoy! I’m open to criticism as well! - Jay

Tim was starting to rethink his decisions.

In his defense, he knows his brain isn’t in the most rational state at the moment. Between sleep still addled his thoughts, the still fast heart rate from the nightmare that had woken him right up, and the seemingly increasing fuzz in his brain that he’s decided to ignore, he knew his logic was going to be flawed and any actions he took were going to be a little bit to the left of his usual functionality.

But before he could process it, his legs had already taken him to stand at the end of the dark hallway in front of Bruce’s bedroom door. He was still shaken up, mentally and physically. The tears had flowed freely down his cheeks without a hitch in his breath, now just leaving wet trails under his eyes, his hands trembling as they fidget with the hem of his oversized shirt— not his, technically. more like a band tee from Dick’s closet that mysteriously made its way into his own.— as a thin sheet of sweat covers his palms and hairline.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there— Seconds? Minutes?— in his head, until a creak echoing throughout the manor brought him out of his thoughts. Whipping around at the noise with a sharp inhale, tensing his body in preparation for an attack. There’s nothing. The manor is old, it creaks, it’s what old buildings do, he thinks to himself as he releases the breath he didn’t know he held, attempting to shove logic into his sleepy and jumpy state.

Turning his attention back to the door and taking a deep breath, he places his shaky hand on the cold doorknob. Twisting and pushing slowly, he peers into the room through the small crack he’s made. He sees Bruce slumbering peacefully in the middle of his bed, the black sheets tucked in tightly around the edges of the bed, securing Bruce’s place where he sleeps on his back. Tim takes a moment and watches the rise and fall of his chest following the puffs of air that leave his slightly open mouth, confirming that Bruce was still asleep, judging by how slow the rhythm is.

And he’s alive.

It never hurts to check, Tim tells himself.

As he continues watching, doubt and regret slithers its way back into his thoughts. Really? Seeking out Bruce because of a nightmare? How pathetic, especially for Red Robin himself, to even consider sneaking into his dad’s bed for an ounce of comfort. He’s been through it all, why couldn’t he have just toughed out some flimsy bad dream? What would Bruce even think of him? If he can’t handle a simple bad dream, then he definitely can’t handle being Red Robin—

“Tim?”

Being yanked back into reality by the deep and gravelly voice calling his name, he blinks his eyes back into focus to see Bruce sitting up and staring at him with tired confusion, and concern.

He opens his mouth to begin apologizing, but the words die on his tongue and turns into an involuntary whimper, immediately making Tim close his mouth and forming a small thin line that wobbles with another whimper, beginning to shake his hands at his sides.

“Oh, Tim, come here.” Bruce calls out, his expression and voice softening in a way that makes the panic and guilt built into Tim’s chest dissipate a bit, watching as Bruce pats an empty spot on the bed next to him then opening his arms for Tim, who quickly takes the invitation and dives onto the mattress and his dads arms.

The warm weight of Bruce’s arms around Tim’s torso, the murmured words of comfort and reassurances, the way his dad tucks his face into the crook of his neck and pets his hair, feeling the warm tears— when had he started crying?— soaking into the shirt Bruce wore as he sniffled.

“It’s okay, I promise. Whatever happened, we’ll fix it, you’re safe here.” Bruce says into Tim’s hair, punctuating with a kiss to the crown of his head before resting his cheek on top. Tim sniffles with a hum in response, his hands slowing their flapping motion to rub the soft cotton hem of the blankets between his fingers, finding himself continuing what was meant to be a short hum into a consistent and steady vibration in his throat.

As the soothing sensations and stimming calms Tim’s panic in his gut, it reappears quickly when Bruce moves away, Tim letting out a whine and moving his hand to clutch at the front of Bruce’s shirt, as if his weak grip could stop him from moving away.

Though it doesn’t make Bruce stop, it most certainly makes him move quicker with hushes before returning and tucking Tim tighter in his embrace. “I’m not leaving you, it’s okay, you’re okay. I won’t ever leave you, I just had to grab your pacifier, okay?” He reassures Tim as he presses a kiss to his forehead.

He opens his mouth again to say something, an apology, a thank you, an excuse, but he’s only to be met with the same inability to form a word, making him release a whine of frustration followed by a sniffle. Bruce hums in response and grabs the pacifier from where he had laid it down on the bed, cleaning it off as best as he could with his shirt before offering it to Tim, who gladly accepts it with a grateful hum and small smile, the first one of the night.

Bruce wipes the tears on Tim’s cheeks away once they’ve stopped falling from his eyes, humming a small tune that Tim can’t quite place, not that he can find an ounce to care at the moment in his newfound peace. Enjoying the gentle hand rubbing circles onto his back, the thumb brushing against his cheekbone, the rumble of Bruce’s chest as he hums, the soothing motion of the pacifier in his mouth, all of it aiding the fuzz and lightness in his chest that he hadn’t realized had fully invaded his head already.

“My baby boy, what did I do to deserve you?” Bruce hums out rhetorically into Tim’s hair, slowly leaning both Tim and himself back to lay back on the bed, folding the blankets on top of the both of them.

Tim tucks himself closer to Bruce’s side, who responds by hugging him tighter, the two holding each other close in the newfound serenity. Tim fluttered his eyes open to look at Bruce, only to have sleep taunt him by trying to drag his eyelids closed again.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be here, you’ll be here, everyone will be here when you wake.” Bruce says, his eyes nearly closed with slumber as he watches Tim. Ensuring the younger's eyes shut before his, ensuring the younger’s breaths shallow out before his own, “I love you, Tim. We all love you.” he whispers out into the air for only Tim to hear as he finally closes his eyes. Even though he’s sure Tim is already too deep into sleep to even rustle at it, he hopes that Tim knows it.

“Sweet dreams, Prince.”

[juicezone]

Um hi! Was wondering if you could draw y/n and aos spock on the bridge? With spock in the captains chair and y/n in his lap!

POINTS AT MY PERSONAL HC that agere crew on starfleet ships have the option of using a green shirt uniform to kinda make it clearer that they're off duty and regressed :) it's entirely optional and is not required but honestly its a common practice and there's not a lot of embarrassment around it

anyway Spock would absolutely be wrapped around his little one's finger i think. Yes he sets good boundaries and knows how to care for his regressor but he's so weak for pouty eyes and he 10000% has some sort of "Logical" reason behind why he buys yet another toy. If it's quiet and safe on duty, he doesn't mind letting his kiddo stay on the bridge and sit with him :)

@baby-justins-world

Check my pinned if you’re interested in sending in an agere/related art request ^^!

DNI if nsfw/K!NK/ur blog isnt safe for a kid

[littleshadowprince]

Long post:

TLDR: my daddy made me a punch card to help me with my head injury recovery and age regression

MUCH more detailed post under the cut:

So because I have trouble with my thinking especially lately my Daddy and I have a Thing based off the game portal 2 where if I'm struggling with a task he tells me to "think with portals" and helps me to figure out what steps need to be done and in what order so I don't get frustrated just sitting there panicking, or getting overstimulated and having a meltdown (or worst case scenario throwing/kicking things everywhere because of it and ending up in a mess and crying)

so my Daddy asked me secretly for a list of my favorite things, mostly characters especially agere related, and made me a cute punch card with my two care bears on it that says "thinking with portals, you got this, 10 punches equals [reward] (mcdonalds night)"

He says he wants to make more woth different characters, each mascot having a different reward and I can pick which one I want everytime I get a new card!

Everytime I start thinking logically and take my time to think things through I get it punched and when I get to ten I get a reward. It's so sweet and made me so happy seeing him do something that means so much to me and makes me feel so proud if myself for doing something correctly instead of feeling guilty for struggling with it

I never had this kinda positive renfircement as an actual kid so having it from my daddy during a time of basically partial perma-regression helped heal me a lot. I feel like I can be so small and taken care of with these things being used for me. And he says he wants to do more things like this during my recovery too!

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Freminet AgeRe Drabble

This one’s angsty, CW: Crying , mental breakdown, throwing up, metaphorical body horror(? use of word "rip"/"tear"/"claw")

Silk bedsheets crumpled under Freminet's hands, carefully the fabric was pulled up and shoved into the boys face. Tears soaked into the sheet and muffled the soft sniffles and sobs that Freminet let out. The world was suffocating; it clawed and tore at the shreds of himself that Freminet still had.

It was interesting how the smallest things could wear and tear at the blonde's heart strings. All it took was something he could so easily write off. Freminet had simply asked Lynette and Lyney if they wanted to come with him to a secret spot he had found while exploring the Elton Trench seas. The twins response; they are busy.

Freminet knew it was so silly to be getting distressed to the point of crying 'til he hunched over vomiting. It was just that something in the back of his mind screamed that they were trying to avoid him. He knew, knew, knew, they weren't.

Why can't he accept that?

So, of course he is sobbing into his bedsheets at the dead of night, of course he is feeling his mind rip itself apart in a frantic tug of war. Logic and Emotion frantically tried to take control, to comfort him via different means.

Logic wanted him to understand, to talk it out with his bubba 'n sissy , with his brother and sister. He wanted to hug them and apologize for feeling so distraught over this. Emotion though? Emotion wants him to scream and sob, it wanted him to rip his hair out and chew all his nails down. Emotion wanted his destruction.

Instead of falling to either, Freminet sunk. His head warped reality and comforted him through shrinking his mentality down. Suddenly, already big feelings for a teenager were a nightmare for a toddler. Guilt toppled and crushed the boy.

So Freminet sobbed, he sobbed into his silk bedsheets that suddenly felt unfamiliar as all he wanted was his bubba's laced corset scratching his plush cheek. He wanted his sissy's coffin nails to scratch at his scalp as she murmured comforting words. Freminet loved how his sibby's comforted, it healed part of his heart that still yearned for affection - a part that he thought he lost long ago.