sometimes I see criticism towards online agere communities mostly boil down to “why don’t they discuss the negative or traumatizing parts of age regression and only the positive parts ?” and my response is…why would I do that?
seriously why would I share very sensitive, personal information about myself, my mental health and my trauma on a social media website? be so fr rn. it would add 0 benefit to my life and mental health and just leave me vulnerable to predators and bad people.
you know who I do talk to about those things with? my therapist. my psychiatrist. ykno, the people who I pay to listen to me talk to about my mental health problems.
I think people have gotten used to others constantly oversharing about their mental health issues that when others don’t do it, it makes them uncomfortable. idk that’s just a personal theory but I can’t think of another reason why someone would want a community full of trauma survivors and those struggling with mental health issues to share intimate and personal details abt their struggles for funsies
toriel as a caregiver <3
requested by anon!
middle art source
pov: you're chilling in a tent outside and having a picnic with your stuffies on a sunny day
x GN Little reader. Hope you enjoy!
- Bear 🧸
Summer evenings.. oh how Diluc wished they could last forever, the way the orange sun set over the horizon of Mondstadt like a roaring fire. He stared down at his newspaper, humming softly to himself as he turned the pages, his coat neatly hung up on the chair. He paused for a moment, hearing a slight creak from the old floorboards of the winery.
“.. I can see you little bird. Is there a problem?” He asked, looking up at the stairs, where you stood. He chuckled softly, a soft smile crossing his face as he walked towards you, kneeling down to your level.
“What’s wrong? Are you perhaps hungry? Thirsty maybe?” He asked, wracking his brains for what could be causing a potential problem, but when you pointed up the stairs- he instantly knew.
“Ah. You were waiting for me to tuck you into bed?” He asked, smiling as he stood up again, reaching out his gloved hand and gently ruffling your hair. Despite his supposed grumpy demeanour, he always showed his love towards you. You were everything to him.
He reached forwards, lifting you up and placing you on his hip as he strolled to the kitchen, placing you down on the wooden counter. He had been told by Lisa that littles always liked a bottle before bed and her advice had worked tremendously up to this point.
“You just sit right there for a moment sweetheart, Papa will get make you a bottle.” He said, grabbing your favourite bottle out of the cupboard and swiftly fixing up a bottle, he always made sure to be swift while doing so to prevent any upsets.
“And.. there we go.” He spoke, chuckling as he lifted you back up into his burly arms. It paid off to be a bartender sometimes, he always managed to fix up bottles for you at an incredibly quick pace. He began ascending the wooden stairs, humming softly as he walked into his bedroom.
“I assume we’re ready for bed now, hmm? You’ve got your bottle and your blankie..” he said, his red eyes scanning you over quickly.
“..And I assume you don’t need a change?” He asked tenderly, his voice quiet and gentle as not to startle you. He sighed in relief as you nodded, gently pulling back the luxurious duvet and carefully laying you down on the pillows, all while smiling softly.
“Do you want Papa to stay beside you for a little bit until you drop off?” He asked, tucking you in to the covers, making sure your stuffed animal was securely in the sheets too before sitting on the other side of the bed, reaching out and stroking your hair.
When he could see your eyes begin to close and suck on your bottle in a relaxed manner, he felt his heart warm slightly. He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading to the door, turning out the light as he spoke.
“Goodnight, little bird. Have sweet and pleasant dreams.” He murmured before exiting, shutting the door behind him with a chuckle.
Woohoo! My first imagine I’ve made, I love doing oc writing and such outside of tumblr, but this time was my first time writing a proper one! I hope you guys liked it!! ♡
layla x gn!regressor!reader
self indulgent content <3 headcanons and a little scenario, big sis!layla
loves you so much (a given)
her fav activity is taking naps with you, no matter how short or long they are she enjoys cuddling with you. your soft snores and gentle breaths get her to get some rest as well.
rambling about stars and outer space !?!
stargazing on weekends when she's finished her school work and you're allowed up past ur usual bedtime :3
enjoys taking care of you because it helps her take care of herself (she needs lots rest)
makes ur snacks themed like stars somehow
how do you always find her when she's sleepwalking? managing to pull her back to bed
"la la, back to seep!" your little tugs on her pj's and whisper yells never fail to wake her up and take you back to bed with intertwined hands <3
endearments such as: starlight, little star, moonshine
star shaped snacks?!? imagine helping her make ur snacks. star shaped cookie cutter for apple slices n cookies!
she adores hearing your imagined stories of how some constellations came to have their names and such.
has a collection of every 'moon rock' and star shaped pebble you find.
sweet cinnamon milk before bed.
hangs up the pictures you draw for her.
definitely questions ur theories of celestia and her name as well.
you guys probably have the softest cuddliest bed ever. stars painted on the ceiling
ddlg/abdl/nsfw/variants dni! add any of ur own headcanons in the comments or reblogs ! post belongs to me ☆
yaaaa uh this one is for the absolutely silent regressors/dreamers!!! [its meeeee :3] like i looooove being all quiet and little and small i looooove not saying words no more <3 lemme nod yes or no that’s it!!!!! i’m too shy to grabby hands for anything, the most ur gonna get out of me is a longing glance or two to a plushie that’s out of reach or a yummy num i’m too scared to get for myself. like. dude. dude i loveee shutting everything up so much i’m gonna be as quiet and small as possibleeeee i’m minisculeeeee u can barely even see me!!!!!! j sitting here looking up at chu w my big eyes!!!!! blink blink blinkity blink blink!!!!
Can you do a Caregiver Sunday from hsr headcanon please ? Have a nice day !
•Despite his usual dignified and cunning demeanor, Sunday is deeply committed to providing a nurturing and secure environment for you
•Morning Routine : Dada Sunday starts the day by preparing a gentle, comforting breakfast. He chooses foods that are easy to eat and have a soothing effect, like warm milk with honey, soft bread, and fresh fruit
•Sunday meticulously organizes the living space to be safe and inviting. He removes any potential hazards and fills the area with soft cushions, blankets, and toys that are age-appropriate
•He decorates the space with calming colors and gentle lighting to create a peaceful atmosphere
•Understanding the importance of play for development, Sunday plans various activities throughout the day. He engages you in creative play, such as drawing, building with blocks, and simple puzzles
•Sunday reads to you, choosing stories that are both comforting and subtly educational. His storytelling is animated yet soothing, capturing your imagination
•Papa Sun is highly attentive to your emotional needs. He recognizes signs of distress or discomfort quickly and responds with comforting words and physical reassurance, such as gentle pats or hugs
•Bedtime Routine : As the day winds down, Sunday prepares a relaxing bedtime routine. He ensures you have a warm bath, followed by dressing you in soft, comfortable pajamas
•He creates a bedtime environment that is quiet and serene, with dimmed lights and a cozy bed. Sunday reads a calming bedtime story, helping you to relax and drift off to sleep peacefully
•He stays close until you're fully asleep, ensuring you feel safe and secure throughout the night
•While Sunday maintains a composed exterior, he often reflects on his role as a caregiver in private moments. He genuinely cares for your well-being
•As a caregiver, Sunday is attentive, compassionate, and deeply dedicated to the well-being of the age regressor
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
Hii, could you do a kitty 🐈⬛🐾 themed worksheet please?
Thank you 💗
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already made some, happy to make more if enough people want another, comment specifically what you would want to see in it !
regressor lyney.
1) he says he's around 13-14 years old when regressed, but that's a LIE because he has people who depend on him !! but in reality, he's around 2-3 years old.
2) lots of cat-like features. For starters, paw pads on his hands / feet that he hides when big (via his gloves ofc). he can also purr when he's happy enough, adores being scratched behind the ears, and loves meowing and making small mrrp noises and headbutts for attention /silly (also the headbutts are based off my cat, she does it to get my attention hehe)
3) lots of nightmares and stress, so in the day he'll be all Big and Adult, but at night? instant baby as soon as he's home. It's like his brain flips a switch, all he wants is cartoons and a nice bottle - as well as Lynette and Freminet!!!
4) very rarely, arlecchino will find him regressed. at first, she hardly understood agere, but eventually ended up supporting him, since it did more good for his mental health than harm (ofc). She's a total sucker for him!! she understands he's not actually *physically* a baby, and so he's allowed coffee sometimes, and small walks around Fontaine if he feels up to it!
5) of course, no visions when regressed. or weapons. arlecchino is quite skilled at taking them away from freminet (but keeping them in his line of sight, just incase he needs to ground himself) but Lynette and Freminet fail 90% of the time hehe.
6) no magic when little, either!!!! more of a rule for Lyney's own good. one time he did a magic trick on his favourite pacifier and he couldn't find it for three days...the baby was just tears....
anyways what are your thoughts?
Hi hi! My thoughts are with you as follows :3
~I love kitten regressor Lyney so much, you have no idea. Him and Freminet = all the kitten traits, just like their sister when either are regressed. It’s canon, trust me
~I think I would personally give Lyney a bit of an older age range, like 5-2 just cause a bit older and he can still enjoy like magic kits and a lot more fun hands on activities. Also because it’s funnier I feel for him to be like ‘no I have an older age range’ <-is literally a kindergartener. But also, oldest headspace compared to his siblings… maybe?
~I like to think that Arlecchino when first caregiving would freak out for a half second when Lyney does something that an actual baby couldn’t (like take a full adults dose of medicine) and for those couple of seconds it’s just total panicky mom mode. Only happened a couple of times though and usually when her attention was split between two or more tasks
~Oh no! Actually something I never thought about for Lyney, but the possibility of magic going haywire is very real when he’s so small. A pacifier is one thing, imagine a beloved stuffed toy? He would be wailing, and wouldn’t get sleep for days until it was found again
I imagine she would be a regressor. Something about her not being able to fully experience her childhood without a care.
Ages 5-14. Mostly stays on the older end. Is normally well-behaved but will throw tantrums and can be defiant since she couldn't before.
Is a crafty princess but prefers being outside and playing in the field and forest. Loves going out into town as well.
Sweet tooth and sweets thief.
Hide and seek, tea party's, dress up, and dancing are her favorite activities. Again she loves art more than anything but she likes to be active during her regression.
Prefers to be called princess, faery, sweetheart, and lovebug. I imagine she has mixed feelings about the nickname flower but she may attempt to reclaim it in the future.
Will absolutely playfight. Never wins because she ends up laughing too much to concentrate. Magnus totally lets her win sometimes though.
Pascal is her best friend and babysitter oddly enough. He totally rushes around hurrying to stop her from doing something silly. Later on Magnus intentionally tries to help her have fun which only causes Pascal more panic.
Later on with Flynn, he probably is more of a babysitter at first. Totally didn't get it but understood all too well why she would regress. Since Rapunzel probably wouldn't think about her behavior I imagine Flynn does some digging to figure out what's going on.
Cannot sleep in the dark anymore. Terrified that Gothel will come back so she can't fall asleep alone in the dark ever. Pascal never leaves her side at night.
Rarely stops smiling when regressed and has killer puppy dog eyes. Does experience spouts of anxiety and paranoia. I feel her parents would be heavily involved in trying to help her heal her inner child, especially since they missed watching her grow up.
— • 🐰🌼 “Perhaps you’re different, but different isn’t bad”
The little bunny sat on their bed, ears droopy as they stared at their lap. Weren’t they good enough? Why were they treated so differently from other bunnies? Surely, they were just as fuzzy, warm, and friendly as the others, weren’t they?
Maybe I am different.. they found themselves thinking.
“What’s on your mind, bun?” Mama rabbit suddenly asked. She had opened the door to their room, cookies and milk at hand. Perhaps she had noticed the down behavior from her bunny.
“I’m..too different from other bunnies.”
Their mama gave them a puzzled, yet concerned look. “Different, you say?”
The little bun nodded sadly.
She stood there in deep thought. Mama rabbit was probably thinking of how to properly address such a situation; to her, her little bunny was the most interesting and fun little bun to be around.
“Being different isn’t a bad thing,” she began. “Yes, perhaps some bunnies won’t understand..they are too used to the idea of a ‘normal’ that they don’t see just how truly wonderful someone who’s different can be. You may not be like everyone else, but you certainly have good qualities, and I’m sure the other bunnies see that despite your differences.”
She wiped a small tear from her bunny’s eye. “And just like there isn’t just one spot on a lady bug, there isn’t just one person in the world who’s different. There are many bunnies just like you, who will accept you as you are and be your friend.”
She gently patted their hair. “Perhaps you are a little different, but different isn’t bad.”