#ts age regression

[star-struck-wonderland]

~Logan Stimboard!~

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[lil-mushr00m]

Drawing

Regressor! Virgil

Caregivers! Janus and Patton

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Waxy, bright colors circled a piece of drawing paper, nearly every color out of the crayon box used to fill the paper, a certain little spider focused on creating a portrait. Creativity tended to drift towards Roman, Remus, and hell, even Patton, with his jewelry! If he stretched, maybe Janus, with his theatrics. In the end, next to Logan, Virgil never considered himself much of a creative man. There and now, he sat determined, though, coloring a nice picture.

Today was the day. He'd give Patton the picture and tell him he regresses. He could do it.

As his picture came to a finish, he set his dull crayon down, halfway used, and admired his picture. It isn't perfect by any means. It's messy, and a few streaks of colors dragged far outside the lines. Even so, he figured all the colors would be a nice touch. Patton likes colors.

He shakily stood up, wearing his signature hoodie, and glanced at the little black cat sitting on his bed, tail lazily swaying against his sheets. She perks up briefly at his stare and tilts her head, and Virgil bites his lip.

"What if he hates it?" He thinks aloud to her, picking the drawing up with a worried frown. "And what if...what if he thinks I'm weird?" He chokes out, his chest suddenly feeling a bit tight and his eyes brimming with tears. His little cat meows softly, sitting up and staring. Sniffling, Virgil heads over, gently reaching a hand out to have her knock her fuzzy head against his knuckles, purring softly. Her whiskers tickle in skin, and he cracks a smile through his tears.

"Thanks, Luna," He whispers quietly. "Gonna do it okay? I am." He insists with a little nod and peers over at the door. "Patton will understand, Gotta tell him. Maybe Lo would...but..." Virgil trails off, his cheeks dusting pink. "Wanna tell Pat." he choked out, fidgeting with the end of his hoodie, brushing his fingertips against the fabric over and over, soothing himself.

Luna knocked her head against his knuckles again, almost encouraging him, and Virgil nodded. "Okay, Imma do it." He tells her, beginning to walk towards his door. "Just rip it off like a bandaid-"

BAM

Virgil yelps loudly, jumping nearly six feet off the ground as his door slams open, his eyes widening. Luna shoots up, hissing loudly at the intruder. Remus stood tall, grinning wide with messy hair, some of it thrown into a couple of braids while the rest was left untamed. His face flashed with glee, and Virgil watched it flicker for a moment with confusion as he peered around the room.

"Why do you-"

"Get out!" Virgil hisses, getting over his initial shock, his shoulders tense while he moved to push Remus out. He only used one hand, the other reserved to shoot behind his back and hide his colorful drawing from the prying wide eyes. Remus barely seemed phased by his weak pushing and peered behind his back curiously.

"The fuck are you hiding?" He laughs, easily making a grab for it while Virgil flushed and tried to desperately to snatch it back.

"Remus! Give it!" He hisses, kicking his calf roughly while he easily kept him at arms length, looking over his colorful drawing of Patton, his cheeks burning as he gave a loud, amused cackle.

"This is so lame! It's kinda fucking cute. What's with all the kid shit anyway?" He asks while tears of frustration build up in Virgils eyes, his hands balling into fists.

"Give it back!"

"Honestly," a silky smooth voice drawled, interrupting the two. "Remus, can't you go two seconds without tormenting someone?" Janus sighs, drifting into Virgils room while Virgils chest begins to tighten, his breathing picking up a bit. He shrunk away, hugging over his stomach protectively while Luna snarled, getting low.

"It's fun," Remus snickers, holding out the picture, much to Virgils dismay. "Besides, look at this!"

Janus takes the picture and admires it a bit, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "This is cute," He muses while Virgil sinks further into his hoodie. "Patton, hm?"

"Give it back," Virgil whines for the hundredth time, his voice cracking a bit, having to blink back tears. "It was stupid. Just give-"

"It's not stupid," Janus' voice is oddly soft, and Virgil hated how it caused a comforting warmth to wash through him. Janus' eyes seemed to dart across his desk, noting all the childish items scattered, and yet said nothing on the topic. He swiftly grabbed Remus by his ear, earning a loud whine.

"Hey!"

"How about," Janus' voice easily overpowers Remus' whines. "I take you to see Patton, hm? I'll get Remus tied down somewhere-" Janus ignores Remus' eyebrow wiggle. "And we'll go, hm? After all, such a magnificent work of art can't stay hidden, can it?" Janus muses, delicately handing it back to Virgil, watching as he desperately snatched it away and held it to his chest, his head tilted down while he bit his lip and gave a weak shrug.

"I'll be back in a few moments, little spider. Sit tight." Janus sings, gently holding a finger out to Luna, who had calmed down just a tad and swiped at him anyway, albeit weakly. Janus pulled his hand back, respecting the little cats wishes, though, she didn't immediately maul him, he took it as a good sign. He didn't wait for a response before he dragged Remus away, leaving Virgil to comprehend what the hell just happened. His regressed brain raced, and he could barely contain his emotions, his bottom lip trembling.

It hadn't gone awful, Janus seemed supportive, Remus is an idiot, but he wanted to tell them on his terms, and now they both knew! He didn't want them to know so soon! He choked back a sob and sat on his bed, allowing the drawing to drift to the floor while he laid and curled up, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. He didn't know what to do, too overwhelmed. Luna trailed over, laying against his knee, and Virgil hiccuped, slipping his thumb past his lips, indulging in the comfort. He sucked furiously, burying himself into his hoodie, his other hand reaching down to lightly pet Luna's head. It wasn't long before there was a gentle yet firm knock at his door, and he whined lowly. He didn't bother to respond. He knew who it was. At least Janus had the decency to knock.

His suspicions were confirmed as he heard those same heeled boots click against his floor. He could hear them stop right before his bed. After a bit of shuffling, the drawing slipped over his body and rested within eyesight.

"Dear," His voice unfairly sent a shiver up his spine, and he hiccuped around his thumb. "I think Patton will find the drawing lovely. It's awfully cute. Come now, you were just on your way, weren't you? I assure you, there will be no more interruptions." He urges, his tone remaining gentle. He would only push a tad but never crossed the line. He's known Virgil for ages and knew that sometimes he needs the push.

Virgil knows he is right. Patton would like it. Maybe. But now his eyeshadow is all smudged, and his thumb feels right sitting in his mouth, and everything is too much and—

A dark purple pacifier hovers in front of him, and Virgil finally peeks up with wet eyes.

Janus smiles back at him. Not a smirk. No malicious or devious intent. He just smiles, warm and soft. His body is crouched over him slightly, and Luna cowers, giving a low, warning growl. She eases up as Virgil hesitantly reaches for the pacifier, replacing his thumb for it with warm cheeks.

"There we go," Janus soothes. "I bet that's much better now, hm? Now, how about we go find Patton? I'll be with you every step of the way." He assures him, standing up all again, watching as Virgil turns and sits up, slow and cautious. He reluctantly grabs at his drawing and sniffles, rubbing at his stained cheeks with his sleeve.

"S'stupid," He mumbles, sad and anxious as he fiddles with it.

Janus only clicks his tongue and lightly helps him to his feet, taking his free hand in his. "Now, that's just silly. He'll love it." He reassures, not allowing Virgil to think on it further and guides him off out of his room, walking in front of him, of course. Virgil anxiously peered around, watching for anyone else to walk out, admiring the way Janus took confident strolls ahead of him.

They ended up in the kitchen doorway, Virgil effectively hiding behind Janus and half burying himself into him. Janus doesn't comment on this and instead stares ahead, watching as Patton hummed a light tune, stirring a pot of something, his hips swinging with the gentle song in his head. Janus smirks, amused, and clears his throat, watching as he startles a bit. He turns around quickly, his cheeks going a bit pink.

"Oh hi, Janus!" He croaks out, admittingly embarrassed at being caught. "What can I do for you, kiddo?"

"I'm older than you, Patton," Janus reminds him, though fondness was clear in his voice before he shook his head, not wanting to stray away from the topic. "It isn't me who needs something. As a matter of fact, it's Virgil." He tells him, the man in question clinging tighter at the sound of his name.

Pattons eyebrows furrow, concern immediately lacing his features. "Oh no! Is everything alright?" He asks, frowning at him while Janus hums softly.

"Yes, yes, he's a bit anxious, but he has something to give you," Janus reveals, taking a step forward so they would linger in the kitchen now and gently tried to step aside so Virgil would peek out, and yet he seemed determined to hide away against him. "Virgil, you can't give Patton your drawing like that, can you?" Janus urges him gently while Patton softened, stepping away from the stove for a moment.

"Kiddo?" He calls, and his voice just melts Virgil from the inside out. It wasn't fair. It was so easy for Patton to just— just use his voice on him! Janus did it, too, and he hated it.

Slowly, he unclenched Janus' jacket and let him guide him out by his hand and avoided Pattons face, clinging to his drawing still. His cheeks burn under his gaze, wanting the ground to swallow him up, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. Patton doesn't comment on the pacifier bobbing in his mouth, sharing a brief stare with Janus. He smiles, though, allowing a soft coo to slip past his lips.

"I see you have a drawing, kiddo," Patton sings, excitingly eyeing it, and Virgil swallows a bit.

"S'dumb," He murmurs past the pacifier, moving to hide away again, too embarrassed and anxious to face him, but Patton just moves to gently cup his face, causing him to flush more—if possible.

"Well, now that's just silly!" He gushes, parroting what Janus had told him. "I bet it looks amazing!" He chirps, and Virgil can't help but tilt into his warm hands cupping his face, biting hard at the nub of his pacifier. He sounded so sure. So sure in him.

"M'tried," he choked out pathetically. Patton only smiles and moves his hand down to grip the edge of it. Slowly, Virgil releases the drawing and fidgets as he looks it over. He gasps a little, and Virgil frowns, immediately taking a step away and whining, but Patton hurried to reassure him.

"Wait! No, honey, it's so cute!" He squeals, hugging it close to him, genuinely touched. "It was a good gasp! A cute gasp! A casp!"

Virgil wrinkles his eyebrows a little, though a shy giggle slips past his lips while Janus smirks at the scene.

"Casp isn't a word," Virgil claims past the pacifier. "You really like it?" He sounded nearly hopeful, and Patton would never keep such reassurance from him.

"So much!" Patton chirps, moving towards the fridge with it.

Virgil watches curiously as he easily hangs it up with a few fridge magnets and flushes darker as Patton beams a bit. "There we go!"

"Right where it should be," Janus smoothly agrees, grinning at Virgil, who buries his face into his hands, whining again.

"A true work of art!" Patton giggles. "You did so good, kiddo!"

"Thanks," Virgil squeaks before turning on his heel and hurriedly rushing out of the kitchen, a bit overwhelmed and very flustered. Neither try and stop him, and the minute he's gone, Patton turns to Janus with his hands over his heart, almost melting into a puddle right there and then.

"That was the cutest, sweetest, most adorable sight I've ever seen!" He cries out, and Janus snorts but glances back at the doorway fondly.

"Yes," He agrees, his tone far too gentle for his liking. "It was."

[rattybenji]

The Baby Craves Energy

extra Pat below

[chaos--gremlin]

Achoo

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Uh oh guys...... I think I sneezed myself back to 2017 (and took Mr Fuzzy with me)

[ratremusagere]

Yall should mayhaps request some pairings/groupings for an agere fic or give me some prompts 👀 don’t worry about the fact I was gone for years just bask in the glory of agere sanders sides

[enby-trash-rat]

Little Space Remus will always own my heart.🖤💚🐙

[littlecloudprince]

Emile and The Autism Bunny

Summary: Emile gets a new plushie! Just in time for a small day!

Warnings: None!

A/N: A bit of a shorter one this time, but still very sweet! Based on the fact that I, too, have an Autism Bunny! I named mine Alvar, but before I settled on that, I was tied between Alvar and the name Emile chose for his Autism Bunny, hence Emile naming his Autism Bunny that name!

"Em, you've got a package!" Remy hollered from the front door, holding a package that the kind mailcarrier had just handed him moments prior. It was wrapped in bubblewrap, with a piece of paper with their address and Emile's name on it. The regressed boy zoomed in, excited that his package had finally arrived. Remy handed Emile the package with a smile, and before he even had a chance to react, the pink-haired boy had already shredded through the whole packaging, holding a light blue tote bag in his hands. He reached into the bag, and pulled out a smaller plastic bag containing the main treat. He excitedly opened it up, and pulled out a yellow bunny plushie with big, floppy ears, paw over its mouth, and the rainbow infinity sign on its chest. The boy squeaked in delight, immediately hugging the bunny tight to his chest.

"Did you get a new plushie, bub?" Remy asked, full well knowing that Emile had ordered it a few weeks prior, the moment it had become available on the website. Emile nodded happily, humming lightly as he studied his new friend.

"Tism Bunny!" he exclaimed, holding the bunny up so that Remy could see.

"Yes, I see that! They're very cute!" the caregiver enthused. Emile wiggled a little, holding the bunny back to his chest, his gaze getting lost in the soft, yellow fur.

"Like me," he muttered thoughtfully.

"Yes, they're cute like you, love!" Remy smiled. But to his surprise, Emile shook his head.

"No?"

"Like me," the boy repeated.

"Oh, the bunny is autistic like you?" Remy tried again, having noticed the symbol on the plushie's chest. To this, he received a nod.

"Angel!" Emile suddenly piped up after a moment of silence, lifting the bunny up again.

"Are you naming them Angel?"

"Mhm! Up! Up!" the little nodded, before reaching up toward the caregiver. Remy picked the boy up, and plopped him on his hip.

"C'toons?" Emile mumbled around the fingers that had made their way into his mouth.

"Yes, we can watch cartoons, Lovebug," Remy coo'd, "but we should also fetch you your pacifier, hm?" he continued. The little boy nodded, snuggling closer to his caregiver.

Before long, the pair was snuggled up on the couch, Winnie the Pooh playing on the telly.

"Wuvoo, appa," Emile mumbled behind his pacifier, eyes glued to the screen and Angel in his arms.

"Appa loves you too, baby," Remy smiled, gently running his fingers through Emile's curly hair. Truthfully, there was no other place Remy would rather be than right here, right now with his baby. He was sure Emile would agree.

[plushiespider]

2025.02.23.

впервые за неделю или даже две я смог нормально поспать. за неделю я фактически сделал почти все дела и вовремя. конечно, пришлось пожертвовать одной из ночей с пятницы на субботу, но я молодец. вот только потом спал 18 часов с небольшим перерывом на ужин в полночь. однако, я не жалею о том, что у меня всё получилось.

вчера чувствовал себя просто прекрасно, хотя спал всего полчаса утром перед тем, как уйти по делам. я знал, что я охуенный, что у меня всё потихоньку получается как надо, что я продолжаю идти �� своим целям, пусть и крохотными шагами. впервые за несколько месяцев меня настигло чувство какой-то эйфории, кайфа о жизни, желание жить. наверное, я уже долго не хотел не умереть, что сейчас это очень странно ощущается, когда ты влюбляешься в жизнь.

вот только после, от длительной ходьбы, сон врезался в меня прямо в автобусе. благо свою остановку не проехал)

+ добавлю такую мини ситуацию. мне адски захотелось снова утыкаться в мужскую накаченную грудь. я испытывал это с бывшим парнем, причём случайно, когда он прижал меня в постели, обнимая, а я мелкий совсем, утыкался носом в его сиськи... он, разумеется, подумал тогда, что мне нечем дышать и все такое, но я остановил его. мне было комфортно, тепло, успокаивающе, в некотором смысле, словил даже возбуждение. хотел тогда покусать парня, целовать их, оставить пару засосов, но из-за жуткой стеснительности, страха накосячить и всё испортить, сделать больно партнёру, я этого не сделал. хотя желание перло, как горячие пирожки, раскупающиеся в считанные минуты.

одним словом - я обожаю мужские большие сочные сиськи. надеюсь, однажды, в жизни смогу снова словить тот же самый кайф, но уже буквально изолью свою любовь к ним 😔

[ihatewoodpeckers]

I’m reposting this because this is a work of artistic talent. How people consistently make these so high quality is incredible. ALSO I AM THE NUMBER ONE AGE REGRESSOR SUPPORTER. I AM NOT ONE MYSELF I AM JUST HERE TO VEHEMENTLY SUPPORT

Object Show Themed Communication Cards!

[lil-mushr00m]

Princess

Caregiver! Janus, Patton, Logan, and Virgil.

Little! Roman

(You'll notice a running theme in my agere fanfics- I'm cooked for cg Janus specifically)

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Roman is a prince.

Roman enjoys being a prince, he enjoys acting like a prince and dressing like a prince because that is who he is—while not in a literal sense that would be incredibly helpful when it came to indulging in his pretend games though—and while he enjoys being a prince, he had a problem. His dilemma was confusing and annoying, cause he is a prince. A boy.

But sometimes he wants to be a boy and a princess. He wanted the frilly dresses and pretty makeup. He wanted to be called girly pet names that made his ears go red. Sure, boys can wear dresses and stuff too, but the others always assure him how manly he is, even when in a dress, and most of the time he appreciates it because most of the time he wants to be a little prince.

But every once in a while, including today, he woke up with the burning urge to throw such a title out the window. He still wanted to be perceived as regal, because he is very much royalty, so he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten a bit when he peered up, having cuddled up in one of his caregivers' beds the night before rather than his own, and had Patton smiling sweetly at him, his glasses not yet on. The words fell from his lips naturally, and Roman wanted to whimper. It sounded wrong.

"Morning little prince, did you sleep well?" Patton whispered sweetly, they liked to ease into loud amounts of noise in the morning, as waking up isn't easy for any of them except for Logan and Patton.

Roman decided maybe if he wasn't little, then he didn't have to be a prince today. "Sorry Pat, not little anymore," He says, chuckling softly, his voice cracking a bit at the end at the obvious lie. Patton seemed to just pass it off as a morning quirk and chuckled, giving him a head kiss.

"No need to apologize, that's fine. You hungry?" He asks, gently pulling away and Roman immediately missed the comforting feeling of his strong dad's arms around him. He didn't complain though, he merely nodded his head and sat up, fisting at his eyes with a little grumble.

It was going to be a long day, he could tell.

"Alright kiddo! I'll start on some pancakes!" Patton chirps, far too chipper at such an hour. Roman only bobbed his head and watched him leave, unable to hold back his sigh of relief. Sliding out of bed, he wanted to change into something frilly—something pretty. He wanted to have his caregiver call him a cute little princess as he twirled and showed them a pretty dress or tutu. He could wear it any day he knows, he wears dresses all the time but it wasn't the same.

He decided to indulge in his desire, even if he didn't put on a frilly one, which he kept for his little space. He slipped on a white, high-rise skirt that came up to about his mid-thigh, along with a cute red sweater. It's simple, yet cute, and suits him. He felt a lot better now that he dressed up a bit.

After he was dressed he headed downstairs, not at all surprised to find Virgil on the counter, sipping tiredly at a mug filled with coffee. Logan opted to sit at the table, unlike the emo fiend, also drinking coffee. Roman didn't particularly like coffee, he only liked it if it was in a very complicated order at Starbucks to the point where it didn't even taste like coffee. Not that it mattered anyway, he wasn't typically allowed caffeine, which is fair, he didn't need it anyway, his brain already raced a thousand times a second.

"Morning my chemically imbalanced Romance!" Roman cheered, attempting to act as normal as possible, as if had wasn't on the verge of slipping. Couldn't be him.

Virgil seemed to notice his lack of his usual "Mornin' Vee Vee!" And grunted. "Morning, princey." Roman hoped he didn't catch the way he deflated at the name. Because he didn't.

"I'm surprised you aren't regressed," Logan states bluntly as he glanced up from a book he seemed to be reading. Who starts reading so early in the morning? Roman doesn't know, but apparently, Logan is one of them.

"Woke up big." Roman says with a shrug, trying not to shrink as Logan eyed him. Stupid mom senses, he probably saw right through him!

"Well, I'm sure you'll regress soon. You rarely wake up big, especially seeing you don't have work until the late afternoon," Logan points out. Roman merely shrugged and was glad he did not have work today because he wasn't sure he would last out in the world. He would surely slip faster than any other.

Then of course the last person he wanted to be around at the moment walked in. He looked exhausted and immediately went for the coffee machine. Now Roman wanted some, it seemed like all the big people were drinking it! And he's a big boy right now!

"Can I have coffee?" He blurts out, and Virgil snorts.

"I thought you were big?"

"I am," Roman huffs out defensively.

"Then why are you asking our permission?" Logan adds in, a bit amused himself and Roman flushed heavily.

"W-Well- I-I-!"

"Roman," interrupted Janus as he strolled over. "You don't like coffee."

"Do too!" Roman insists.

"Fine then," Janus says, setting down his mug on the table. "Prove it, little prince."

Roman glared at him for the name, and Janus smirked in response. Roman hated his stupid smirk! Their teasing made him feel all small!

"I will!" He huffs, far too stubborn for his own good. He tugged the mug over and frowned as it was rather hot. He didn't particularly care for hot beverages. He lightly blew on it before sipping. Immediately, he tried to school his expression but was actively failing, earning multiple snickers around the room.

"Oh yes, you seem to have enjoyed yourself," Janus teases, gently taking the mug back before having a seat.

"It's not my fault you drink it black!" Roman complains. "It's gross like that."

"Well, kiddo," Patton chuckles out. "That's how most adults like it." He explains, heading over with a few plates of breakfast, and Roman wasn't very happy to find Patton had cut his up his meal for him! He had told him he's big! He is!

"Patton, I'm big," He complains loudly for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, crossing his arms as he glared at him slightly. Patton merely gave him a sweet smile.

"Sorry sweet prince, it's a habit."

Roman grimaced at the name. He thought saying he was big was gonna make them call him by his name! He felt rather frustrated, and he showed this by shoving his plate forward and slumping in his chair. Everyone's eyes fell on him now, but he kept his petty glare on the table.

"Roman," Came Janus' calm, yet firm voice. "That's enough now, Patton didn't mean to cut it up. He's used to you being little in the morning. And I have to say, I'm not quite convinced you aren't little with your behavior."

Roman flushed at the scolding and he held back a whine and kicked his feet under the table. They were dumb! Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!

"Not little!" He hisses, his tone higher in pitch than he had made it before.

"And why not?" Patton asks, all too soft for Roman to handle. "Why don't you wanna be little baby?" He hated that tone. It was the tone he used when he was trying to drag information out of him, and Roman hated that, too!

Roman only whined and felt his eyes prick with tears. His bottom lip trembled and he quickly stood up and bolted out of the kitchen, ignoring the protests from his usual caregivers. He headed down the hall to his room and slipped under the bed, burying his sobs into his arms as he allowed his head to fall forward. His body curled in on itself and his fingers firmly slid into his mouth as he began aggressively sucking on them for a source of comfort. As he hiccupped around his fingers, soft footsteps only had him sliding further towards the wall, wanting to be far away from everyone and anyone!

He watched with blurry vision as Janus peeked under the bed, crouching to his level, and was quick to lay on his stomach. He rested his head on his hand as he tilted his head to the side curiously.

"My dear prince—" Roman sobbed louder at the name. "Why are you so upset?" Janus asks, and his tone made goosebumps crawl up Roman's skin and his chest went warm and fuzzy, but it didn't stop the tears from barreling down his cheeks.

"N-Not Little!" He cries, pressing himself further into the corner, hiding his face away, feeling ashamed for such childish sobs and whines that left his throat, but his head was feeling fuzzier than it should, and he knew his statement wasn't at all true.

As did Janus.

"That's not it," Janus insists quietly. "How am I supposed to fix the issue if you won't tell me what it is hm? I promise I won't be upset, my sweet prince."

"N-Notta prince!" He finally whimpers out, the tone so quiet and vulnerable, and Janus seems to freeze at his words, eyebrows pinched in concern.

"Darling, what do you mean?"

Roman sniffled, and somehow, he found the courage to peek at the man again, his bottom lip quivering as he choked down another cry. "Don' wanna be a prince..."

"I see," Janus murmurs. "What do you wanna be then dear?"

Roman bit down on his lip and his cheeks began to warm in embarrassment. "Princess..."

Janus blinked. And then again. And once more.

Oh. Oh.

"Oh, my sweet princess," Janus all but croons. "Oh, baby, why didn't you say something? My dear—oh of course you can be our little princess."

"B-Buh- still a boy!!"

"And still my beautiful little princess anyway," Janus assures with a soft smile, beckoning out from under the bed, greatful when he gave in and crawled out from his hiding spot. He crawled into Janus' lap and leaned into his chest, hiccuping tears while Janus cradled his hand through his hair. "You can be a boy and a princess dear, I wish you would have told us sooner, but no matter what can I do to make you much more comfortable, baby?" He asks, swiping his gloved thumbs against his cheeks, wiping away the tears that rushed down the others' faces.

Roman sniffled, fisting at his eyes, it nearly felt too good to be true, but he wouldn't deny such a sweet offer. "Wanna be a princess," He repeats softly, and Janus nods, gently helping him to his feet, holding his hand in his.

"Then a princess, you shall be my dear. Next time we're upset, we use our words, though, yes? We can't help if we don't know the problem, little one, do you understand?" Janus asks, his tone sickeningly sweet as he leads Roman off towards his closet, scrambling through it to find the perfect outfit for his dear princess.

Roman, who was already regressed but was attempting to fight it, gave into his headspace and allowed his shoulders to slump and relax, watching excitingly as Janus' fingers skimmed against his clothing. He nodded along to his sweet tone that swayed his regressing mind, wrapping his brain into a warm hug that had him floating. "Uh-huh," He murmurs. "M'have the frilly one?" He asks, pointing to a pretty pink, frilly skirt that he had hidden near the back, grinning as Janus immediately plucked it off the hanger.

"Of course, anything for you my pretty princess," Janus croons softly. "Let's get you changed and then it's someone's breakfast time. I'll warm it up for you in the microwave, how does that sound baby boy?"

Roman smiled big, his cheeks slightly pink and he absolutely swooned as Janus continued to call him a boy. This felt right, he felt so right.

"Sounds awesome Janny! Thankies! Thankies!"

"Of course princess, anything for you."

[cookie-crumbz]

"I'm just trying to protect the community" WE CAN PROTECT OURSELVES BRO SHUT THE FUCK UUUPPPP JUST BECAUSE WE'RE AGE REGRESSORS DOESN'T MEAN WE'RE FUCKING STUPID DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT GO OUTSIDE GO STARE AT THE CLOUDS DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN BOTHER OTHER PEOPLE FOR SOME ANNOYING FUCKING REASON FOR GODS SAKE

Tw: cursing

Im so genuinely mad at that one bitch that's just fucking "calling out" agere accounts for idfk just reposting things from accounts that post "bad" things, like, just because someone liked/reposts something they saw from that account that seemed innocent doesn't mean they were like "oh, wait, maybe before I repost this I should go through EVERY SINGLE POST this account has made to look for bad stuff like the fuck. And the account says they're a minor like, bro, find something fucking better to do with your time instead of UPSETTING OTHER MINORS/ AGERE ACCOUNTS TO THE POINT THEY LEAVE TUMBLR/ FEEL THREATENED. MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS. GO OUTSIDE. TOUCH GRASS. GET AN OFFLINE HOBBY OR SOMETHING FOR GODS SAKE. I'M SURE IF AN AGERE ACCOUNT SEES ANOTHER ACCOUNT THEY DON'T LIKE THEY CAN LITERALLY JUST BLOCK THEM THEIR SELF. WE'RE NOT FUCKING STUPID. THERE'S NO POINT IN MAKING A " BLOCK LIST" VRO WE CAN JUST BLOCK ACCOUNTS WE DON'T LIKE OURSELF. GAAAHHH god. Or like "well I find something bad from their past" IT'S CALLED THE PAST FOR A FUCKING REASON. WE'RE IN THE PRESENT NOW. Ts pmo 😭😭

[rattybenji]

Baby Lo

Recently had the worst birthday of my life so I drew Logan to feel better and it worked.

[ramona-quinn]

The Tiniest Digital Circus

Book 1: Stitched With TLC (Tender Loving Care)

Chapter 1: The Big Test!

“Today’s adventure is…‘The Tiniest Adventure Ever!’” Caine announced to the circus members as the text—“The Tiniest Adventure Ever!”—appeared above him. The text was in alphabet blocks, and there were baby essentials around it.

The group stared blankly at the title.

“Is this some type of babysitting adventure?” Pomni questioned.

“Oh, God, I can’t stand kids…” Zooble rolled their eyes. “Last time we did a babysitting adventure, those little s**ts took my pieces and bit my arms.”

“Actually, you guys are the little ones!” Caine corrected before laughing maniacally.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jax asked.

“Each of you will be taking a classification test-”

“Wait, a test? We didn’t study for anything!” Kinger panicked.

“No need to worry! Classification tests aren't worth a grade per se. A classification test is a personality test to see where you fall under the age regression umbrella! ‘What is age regression?’, you may ask. From my digital research, age regression, a therapist-approved coping mechanism, is when an individual’s mind reverts back to a younger headspace due to trauma, stress, and more! Regressors do activities that they did when they were little, such as playing with toys, reading children’s books, coloring, anything that takes them down the memory lane! There’s not just age regressors, no, no. There are also age dreamers, pet regressors and dreamers, caregivers, flips, and more!”

The circus members looked at each other, then back at Caine, baffled at what he was talking about.

“I’m sorry, you want us to act like crybabies to cope with the adventures you’re giving us? It’s bad enough there’s already one right here,” Jax scoffed as he pointed at Gangle.

“I know that this seems strange, but for the past couple of adventures, you guys looked like you’ve gone through a little more than anticipated,” the ringmaster explained.

“A little?” Pomni raised her eyebrow.

“Which is why I have the perfect idea to help you calm your minds and revert back to simpler times after going on such big adventures!”

Caine snapped his fingers, making a portal appear. He then pushed the circus members into the portal, transporting them to an elementary school classroom. There were test packets on six desks.

“Can I skip out on this?” Zooble grumbled.

“Sorry, Zooble, but this adventure is mandatory for everyone.“

“Of course it is…”

“I promise that this coping mechanism will help you out in the long run. Besides, some of you might be caregivers, looking and caring after little ones,” Caine said as he snapped his fingers again, making anti-cheating folders appear on the six members’ desks. “Now, do your best, my magic xylophones, and answer honestly!”

Caine then exited the classroom as the portal closed up.

Pomni stared down at her test, which read “‘The Tiniest Adventure Ever!’ Classification Exam.”

“This adventure’s not going to have any of us scarred at the end, right?” The jester questioned Ragatha.

“Well, I’m not sure, but from what Caine explained, this is probably a lot more tame than what we’ve been through,” the ragdoll replied. “Even before you showed up, Pomni.”

“I still don’t know why we have to do this…” Zooble huffed. “Caine’s up to something.”

“You know, for once, I agree with you,” Jax stated. 

“I’m just hoping to God he’s not a f**king caregiver…”

“I don’t think Caine’s taking the test,” Kinger said. “He’s already busy with his ringmaster job.”

“Maybe this adventure could be fun,” Gangle assured.

“No one asked for your opinion, rugrat,” Jax said rudely.

“Will you shut the f**k up so we can get this stupid test over with?” Zooble glared.

“Why don’t you make me?”

“Guys, calm down,” Ragatha spoke up before any fight could ensue. “This is new for all of us, but there’s no reason for us to argue. Besides, this regression stuff doesn’t sound as bad as any of us think.”

Zooble and Jax rolled their eyes as everyone began taking the classification exam.

Pomni looked at the questions on her test.

“How do the adventures make you feel?” 

“What helps you calm down?” 

“What do your friends say about you?” 

“How do you like to ‘waste your time’?” 

The jester felt a pit in her stomach when she saw the first question. She could remember when she felt frightened when she first put on the headset. She could remember Caine taking her on an overwhelming tour of the circus. She could remember Kaufmo abstracting… Ragatha glitching out… Ragatha… Ragatha was the first person to help her calm down. She was her anchor when things got stormy. Pomni couldn’t remember if she had a family, but the ragdoll was like a mother figure to her. Ragatha forgave the jester when she abandoned her for the exit door on the first day. Pomni, however, felt like she didn’t deserve her forgiveness. She still doesn’t.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ragatha asked as she gently tapped Pomni on the shoulder. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Pomni replied. “It’s just the questions.”

“It’s okay. Just answer honestly and do your best, like Caine said.”

“Hey, Caine said no cheating,” Jax interrupted.

“No, he didn’t. Besides, we’re not cheating” Ragatha argued before turning back to Pomni and giving her a comforting smile. “Just don’t overthink it and answer the best to your ability.”

Pomni smiled back a little before returning to her test.

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The next day, everyone was relaxing in the main room, talking amongst themselves.

“Mail’s here! Mail’s here!” Bubble announced as he appeared out of nowhere, startling everyone.

“Your results from yesterday’s test came in, my curious caterpillars!” Caine added as he arrived. The ringmaster snapped his fingers, making six colorful envelopes appear. He then handed the envelopes to the circus members. “I want to say that no matter where you are under the regression umbrella, you deserve tremendous amounts of love and support!“

The circus members opened their envelopes, their reactions being mixed. Pomni, Jax, and Zooble were shocked by their results, Gangle and Kinger were content with theirs, and Ragatha was a bit stunned with hers.

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Pomni - Regressor (65%), Sibby (35%)

Ragatha - Flip: Caregiver/Guardian (50%), Babysitter (33%), Regressor (17%)

Gangle - Regressor (50%), Pet - Turtle (50%)

Kinger - Caregiver (40%), Guardian (30%), Babysitter (30%)

Jax - Regressor (55%), Sibby (45%)

Zooble - Flip: Babysitter (50%), Regressor (50%)

Divider by @abc-pupy

[traveling-monster]

*His tail wags softly as he nuzzles into Uzi*

"Want be small, but too much snow! would get bury."

*T was now a doggo, curled up next to a makeshift fire.*

@traveling-monster

P.S. T very much age regressed occasionally now.

Uzi spotted T, or well a dog she didnt know was T at the moment, N would die to be here, she thought rolling her optics before making her way over to him

The makeshift fire caught her off guard, how could a dog make a fire, or was it left here? That cant be it right, she paused, the gears turning in her head

"T?" She questioned

[littlecloudprince]

Bebe wants Agere!Emile and Agere!Patton fics 🥺 I inbetween headspaces, wan someone cawe me 🥺 I slippin, I goin tiny 🥺