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Talking to littles is so cute 😭 they are so nice
୨୧involuntary neurodivergent age regression୨୧
You are not less important as an neurodivergent regressor
It's okay if you can't control when you age regress
It's okay to be overwhelmed sometimes
It's okay if you do "weird" stims while age regressing
It's okay if you don't like the texture of your clothes or your blanky
It's okay if you can't figure out how to talk, be as quiet as you want
It's okay to age regress if you are feeling overstimulated by loudness or bright lights
It's okay to be an involuntary regressor.
As an involuntary age regressor with diagnosed ADHD, I feel as if this isn't spoken about enough. People tend to talk about age regression itself and not what the difference is between voluntary and involuntary. I want to be able to be seen as someone who can not control when I age regress.
What is the difference between the two?
voluntary and involuntary is basically if you can have control or not.
Involuntary:
You have less control
It can be triggered (being stressed, overwhelmed, trauma)
Difficult to stop regressing once you fall into it
Feels as if it is a reaction rather than a choice
In need of comfort
You look for safety
Voluntary:
You can control when it happens
It's a choice
You use it for fun, relaxation, or even self-care
Ability to step out of regression when needed or wanted
Usually isn't triggered
feel free to ask my any questions / just chat in my inbox! i love to talk. :) info-dump, tell me about your day. im oober interested
it’s okay to be an independent kid. in a community where 90% of the kids in it desire caregivers and base most of the activities around it, i understand feeling out of place. older kids may feel different because they don’t need their mom or dad as much as a toddler regressor may need them. teen regressors may feel outcasted because they don’t /need/ a mom or dad and they’d much rather game or watch movies all day under no supervision. i want to remind you that no matter how you are, caregiver needing or caregiver-less and happy, you are so important to this community and your place here matters. being different is beautiful and it’s something you should embrace. you are beautiful, always. inside and out, kiddo!
i think your essa is pretty cool actually. i think they’re pretty neat
kiddos with uncommon AgeRe interests; what are they? feel free to info-dump!
i saw that your mood board requests are open! could i pretty please have a caregiver viktor from arcane board? tysm and i hope you have a wonderful day!!!!
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Hawoo! M would lik to request a moodboard based on chuck from Maze runner if possible pretty please? /nf
- ozzy 🐾
Also m unsure if m already sent dis becaus m tumblr glitches out, so if happen to see two of these, very sorry :/
can you make a teen regressor ( aged 12-16) moodboard with themes of space/astronomy
CASSIUS or Cass, Cash — 17yrz. / O7-14 reg. ( middle regressor ) age reg not shared online, only age dreaming. ☆ therian, otherkin, fictionkin : 🌲 autistic / developmentally disabled. ∞ ‘flip’ big brother. moodboard and fic writer.
— 🧦 : he/it. no they/them. agender, masculine leaning, boy-masc terms. fem compliments okay, ex: ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’. no fem terms, ex: ‘girl’.
— ⚔️ : Do Not Interact AgeRe purists, will police my page, if you are regressed while online. (i may curse on my page or post big-kid interests and i do not want to trigger anyone. if you feel you will be fine, feel free to follow anyway.) i am not anti kink. i block freely. i do not vague post.
saying goodbye to your older sib going off to college … bittersweet AgeReg story
“So.. you’re not.. coming back?” You ask, watching wearily as your sibling packs their final suitcase.
“I am. Don’t worry, kid, I’ll be back on holidays. It’ll be fine. You’re brave, aren’t you?” They ruffle your hair and pinch at your cheek, trying their best to reassure but ultimately failing to soothe.
“I’m going to miss you.” You choke out, feeling the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. Your sibling exhales at the sight.
They cup your face. “If you start crying, I’ll start crying. We have to be strong for each other, kiddo. Can you do that for me? Can you be strong for me?”
“Why can’t I come with you?” You ask, allowing yourself to let loose a few tears. Your sibling sighs. Fear washes over you. How can you live without them?
Laughing, they rub your cheek. “You know the answer to that question, hon. You’re way too little to come with me. They don’t have kid classes in college, not that I know of.”
You cling to them, rub your cheek against their chest. “Please visit as much as you can. You will, won’t you? Won’t you?”
Hesitating, your sibling smiles. “Of course. I’ll visit next week, tell you how things are going. You can visit me, too. Promise to come visit me?”
Your eyes light up. “I’ll visit. I promise.”
“And you can sleepover. And we can watch movies together, and hit up the diner, and go shopping… on a budget.” You both laugh at the last part.
“I’m going to miss you too, little kid. I’m gonna miss you a whole lot.” Your sibling pulls you close, a tight hug.
“you’ll always be my best friend.” you finally say, melting into them.
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𐔌 PNGS : green baby clothes ⟡˖
to be a kid again, reading comic books, watching cartoons. big bowl of cereal. relive my childhood as a boy. toy cars, trucks, legos, figurines. a brother that i pester frequently but we are best friends. yearrnnn
unconventional caregivers, you’re seen. caregivers that curse, caregivers that aren’t parental and more so sibling coded, caregivers that can’t be full time, caregivers that want to be full time, caregivers that help with medical issues and not so much regression issues— you’re seen. your work is appreciated!
Hello! Reminder that moodboard requests / suggestions are open and im more than happy to make you something! you can do an emoji combo or give me an aesthetic name, character, etc.
joel finds you out in the cold. your parents haven’t returned from a supply run. you’re alone and scared— so he takes you back to his camp.
Joel slings his backpack over his shoulder and forces himself forward. He knows that stopping to rest now is essential if he plans on getting home, even if he so desperately wants to keep pace and make it there within the next hour. Logic wins. He pulls himself down and rests his fist under his chin.
A shuffle grabs his attention. He immediately pulls his gun, his eyes darting frantically, scanning for a threat. He lowers his weapon once the ‘threat’ enters his vision. A small kid, can’t be above 10. Shivering, clutching a dirty stuffed bear to their chest. You look terrified— rightfully so. With the world you live in now, it would be strange if you weren’t terrified. Joel approaches you slowly. Puts his gun away to show you he means no harm.
“Hey.. you, kid, under the porch. I ain’t gonna hurt ‘ya.” He crouches and offers his hand to you. You’re timid, untrusting. He understands, he’d probably have taught you to be untrusting too if he was your parent. He rolls a water bottle under the crack. You roll it back over his way.
“I promise it’s safe. Watch.” He takes a waterfall from the bottle. Showing you he didn’t do anything to the drink. Rolls it back to you. This time you accept it, gulping it down quickly. You were dehydrated. You haven’t left this spot since yesterday.
“Thank you..” you mutter, still afraid. Joel has a warm aura. You decide that maybe you can trust him. Maybe.
“Yeah. Come out from under there, kid. It’s ’bout to be night time. Don’t want a clicker to get ‘ya. I’ll keep you safe, bud.” He gives you his hand again. You take it. After pulling you out from under the porch he throws his jacket over you, not wanting you to freeze to death on the way home.
“I have a camp. Lots of food. Good things. You’ll like it. Other kids your age. You can play… whatever kids your age do. Learn to shoot, too, if you want. I teach that course.” You shrug. You aren’t sure what you want yet. You just want a warm bed, and to know that your parents are okay. “What were you doing under there anyway?” You both start the journey back to camp.
“Waitin’ for mama and papa.” Your voice cracks as you say it. Joel sighs.
“I’m sorry about that, kiddo. Really damn sorry.” He rubs the back of your head, trying to soothe the hurt, though he knows nothing could repair that wound. He’s lost a daughter before, he imagines it feels just like that, but reversed. Having to lose both your parents.
Hours pass and you’re nearing the camp. Joel can see how sleepy you are. He chuckles. Kids always look cute when they’re tired. “Think you can make it, kid?” You’re barely awake. You give him half a nod. He shakes his head.
“Listen, I can carry ‘ya. I don’t mind. I don’t bite, swear.” You blink, thinking it over. Drowsiness takes over and you reach for Joel. If he wanted to hurt you, he probably would have already. “Good. Good. C’mere, kiddo.” He reaches and pulls you up into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “Sweet dreams. When you wake up you’ll be in a warm bed. Safe. I’ll pull some strings and get ‘ya some candy, too. A welcome home gift.”
You’re too tired to react. All you do is yawn and nod, letting the sleep overpower you and finally, it consumes you.
hey— you— yes, you— you’re allowed to curse when you’re regressed. you’re allowed to be angry. be sad. not want to be touched. not want to be around anyone but yourself. regression is a scary thing, it’s a trauma response, it’s a medical symptom— it’s a bunch of things. and it can be scary. how you act when regressed is not a reflection of you being a ‘bad’ person but more so a reflection of the wrong you have suffered at the hands of others and the trauma that you’ve survived. im proud of you. your regression doesn’t have to be fun. for some of us, it isn’t. sometimes it’s just scary. sometimes it comes when you’re walking home in the rain and you’re scared and wet and all you want is to get under your blankets and fall asleep but your house is blocks away and walking feels heavy. it’s okay. it’s okay. i promise.
kiddo that’s just trying to find any way to make cleaning more fun; bringing their dinosaurs along with them. come now, friends, before mama and papa get home, we have to brush our teeth and clean our room! really, we should have been finished hours ago… but it’s not our fault! we got lost watching tv! now, we’ve only got… 15 minutes! we can make it!
shoutout to the age regressors that aren’t ‘little’. tweens i see you. teens i see you. young adults i see you. all big kids, i see you. your regression is just as valid as anyone else’s.
regressors with ‘scary’ theriotypes, i see you. wolves, tigers, lions, bears, coyotes— all of you. you are important. your experiences matter so much.
regressors that get mean when they regress, because it is a trauma response, you’re seen. you deserve kindness and gentle hands when you’re 3 and want to color, and also when you’re 8 and have growing pains, and also when you’re 12 and are starting to see yourself and form an identity and needing an adult more than ever to guide you and help your insecurities. to aid you and show you the right path.
regressors that were always torn down for showing emotions when they were younger so now you’re stuck at 10 and all you can do is cry and scream, beg for a hug and then pull away because of how scared you are.
regressors that feel like they’ll always be 13, scared, hurt, betrayed in their heart. waiting for someone to heal the inner child’s wound, because you feel like you can’t, because you’re still just 13 yourself.
Smol baby
Today I desperately want to regress I feel so smol and baby. I just wanna cuddle my stuffies and have someone coo at me and tell me I’m thier little one.
like please please please call me little one I adore it!! Tell me that I’m too little to do stuff. Cut my food up for me. Do my laces. Do my hair and help me pick out my outfit. Make sure I have my plushie with me and that I’m happy.
let me call you a cute name like papa, bubba , daddy or mommy or whatever preference you have! Ugh I just wanna regress and be smol!
Introduction
Hii!! I’m livvy
I’m 18 yrs
I’m a something and I’m okay with any pronouns and I like any and all genders
They/them/she/her/he/him
I age regress and I’m also autistic and suffer with anxiety!
I really love Zenless Zone Zero and genshin please feel free to message me just to be friends I’d love to chat and make new friends!!
I’m in many other fandoms such as murder drones , arcane , haikyuu, amphibia , toh and many many more :D
if I don’t reply here my discord is : virtual_vi
ask me anything about myself I’ll happily answer!
I saw your little!Daryl post and it warmed my heart! I was wondering if we could get more of that?? Being a cg myself, sometimes I just really wanna comfort that sweet boy. Could you maybe do something where he maybe gets anxious or overwhelmed but he’s in public when he starts to regress and he cries but the reader knows exactly what he needs, so they take him home, knowing he would be too embarrassed to be little around others. No worries if not since you said you weren’t sure how to write him! 🩵
"You'll be okay."
Little!Daryl x reader
A/N This sounds so sweet 🖤 This one will probably be a bit shorter sorry abt thatttt.. also sorry for the delay omg Fluff, 573 word count
You and Daryl were wondering around the Commonwealth. It's the middle of the afternoon, and just about everyone's going out to get lunch. As you and Daryl made your way through a busy, crowded area, you noticed daryl becoming increasingly anxious by the amount of people. It makes him feel small and stuck. His hands started to fidget nervously, his eyes darting in all directions. He slowly got closer to you, seeking your comfort. You quickly pulled him aside to a less crowded area, and put your hands on his shoulders. "Hey, hey.. whats wrong?" You ask, looking at Daryl with a concerned expression. He looked down, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. He feels so vulnerable, so nervous, so scared. You felt terrible for him, and you wiped a tear that began to fall. "Do you want to go home?"
He nods with a slight grunt, looking down at the ground and blinking away a few more tears. You brought his head to the crook of your neck, and he just stayed there, letting out silent sobs. His hands wrapped around you, gripping the fabric of your shirt. His grip tightened and loosened a few times, and he tried his hardest to not cry harder. "Lets go home.."
And home you two went.
You tried to avoid any overly crowded areas to not get him worked up again. Once you got home, you led him to the soft, plush couch and held him close. Neither of you needed to speak. You shifted into a more comfortable position with a sigh, and Daryl rest his head on your chest. You scratched his scalp a bit, and he pretty much purred. He brought his thumb up to his mouth, beginning to suckle on it. You smiled softly, brushing some of his hair back to get a better look at his face. "You had a little freak out huh, bug?" You say, your other hand rubbing his shoulder gently. Daryl nods, his thumb still in his mouth. "You're okay.. you'll be okay." "Would you like some snacks?" You ask, and he nods again. You get up, leaving him on the couch. You walk over to the kitchen, grabbing some of his favorites. They were these biscuits that are made for babies when they're teething. Along with that, you got a small box of apple juice. You took the straw out of the wrapper before poking it through the hole. You returned next to him on the couch and handed him the biscuits and juice. You watched as he snacked on them, becoming more calm by the second.
Once he was finished, he leaned into your side, and looked at you. He mumbled something about wanting his pacifier, so once again, you rose from the couch and went to you and Daryl's shared room to get it. You opened the door and headed straight fo the beside tables, opening the drawers until you find his pacifier. Then you head back to the kitchen, turning on the faucet to rinse off any small fuzzies, dirt, or dust that may have stuck on. You then sat next to daryl, he leaned into you, and you popped the paci into his mouth. He happily started suckling, his eyes slowly closing from sleepiness and comfort. Soon enough, he was asleep, cuddling you, and suckling on his paci.
Daryl's just a sweet boy, and he deserves to be treated as such.
New fanfic!!!
5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.
Chapter 1 - Can’t sleep
In the apocalypse, most of the littles have died, but you've managed to survive by repressing your littlespace and convincing your group that you were a neutral. Although, there were times you could hardly keep your headspace at bay. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain rough-voiced caregiver?
Sophia had been missing for three days, and the tension on the farmstead had become palpable. Arguments had broken out, petty fights motivated by the heat, the fear, and the uncertainty of the apocalyptic summer. You could hardly stand all the yelling and the endless feeling that something was wrong. All of it just made you desperately wish you could cuddle up to one of the resident caregivers, let your headspace take over, and be lulled away from all of it.
But in this new world, you had to adapt to survive and being little was not an option, no matter how much your body craved it. You knew you had to regress at some point, you were just hoping you could fight it off until you found a surpressant or something to keep your regression in check.
inhale, exhale you reminded yourself. It would all be okay once this problem was solved. Your newfound family had a safe place to stay with the Greenes, and you were slowly making friends with the more difficult group members. Namely, Daryl.
You knew there was a sweet guy under all that gruffness and redneckism, and you watched him protect Carol and tirelessly search for that little girl, and you hoped he would warm up to you. Whenever you were around him, you little side betrayed you as your headspace crept up on you. You knew Daryl was a caregiver, but if anyone found out your status, especially him, you didn't think you'd ever live down the embarassment. You were the only little since Amy had died, and you were determined to not let it become a burden. So, as far as anyone knew, you were neutral.
Night fell on yet another unsucessful hunt for Sophia, and as everyone crawled to their sleeping places in Hershel's living room, Daryl was unnacounted for. This worried you, and you had an incredible urge to make sure he was okay, to ensure his safety (and yours) by having him crawl into your sleeping bag beside you and falling asleep wrapped in his arms.
Okay, maybe that last part was more controlled by your littlespace than you'd like to admit. Still, his absence worried you.
"Where's Daryl?" You asked to no one in particular.
"Don't worry too much about him," Rick muttered softly. "He can take care of himself in the woods at night."
You were unsatisfied with his answer, but there was nothing you could do to change it. So, you laid down in an attempt to fall asleep and forget about it.
Your efforts were unsucessful, however, and you ended up tossing and turning for hours on the hardwood floor. Moonlight moved through the small household, and as the night wore on Daryl was still nowhere to be found.
Finally you gave up, choosing instead to sit by the doorway and wait for him. You could feel yourself slipping, and for once you were too tired to fight it. The combination of exhaustion and anxiety took out all your will to fight. Your thumb found its way into your mouth as you waited, anxiously gnawing at your nail.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Daryl made his way into the living room, crossbow strung over his back and a defeated look on his face. When he saw you staring at him from the floor, he stopped in his tracks.
"Waddya doin down there?" He asked softly. "Doncha' got a sleepin' bag or somethin'?"
You quickly yanked your thumb out of your mouth and stood up slowly, joints protesting the movement after hours of sitting on the floor.
"Couldn't sleep," you whispered, looking anywhere but his eyes.
"Ya don't gotta wait for me or nothin," He crossed his arms and looked at you quizzically. When you didn't respond, he sighed and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "'Salright man, I'm here now."
You both walked back to your sleeping spots, Daryl keeping an eye on you until he was sure you were asleep. Something about that interaction felt odd to him; soft. He vowed to himself to keep an eye on you, just in case.
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Cuddling with cg!daryl during a storm...
You were little, kneeling on the bed to look out of the window. The wind howled, blowing around objects in the Alexandrian streets, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, lighting up your surroundings. Daryl was laying beside you, an arm tucked under his head. He looked up at you with soft eyes as you watched the storm with the childike wonder that he always admired. He saw how you looked in fascination as you watched the zig-zag like lines of lightning strike, and how after, you would sort of prepare yourself for the possible loud roar of thunder. Soon, your knees became sore, so you lay back down beside Daryl, tucking yourself in his large arms. His cuddles and hugs were so comforting, it felt like a huge weighted blanket full of love and care was wrapped around you. Daryl rolled over slightly to be able to grab your pacifier from the beside table, and he popped it in your mouth, which you suckled happily. You closed your eyes and burrowed further into his warm embrace, one of his hands coming up to stroke your cheek, then your head. He looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing to him, which you were. You were like a delicate little flower which he would never dare to harm. He would never harm you, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. You lay there in your caregivers arms, your eyes slowly fluttering shut, body relaxing.. the last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed on your forehead.
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