I want to be babied. I want to be held a cooed at. I want to be told how good of a boy I’ve been and how I’m such a good little. I want to be praised and cuddled and pat and I want so many face kisses. I don’t want to feel icky every time I regress. I don’t want to feel like a bother. I don’t want to feel like I’m in trouble whenever I do it. I just want to be a soft little puppy boy. I want to play and be pet and given treats and taken care of. Genuinely taken care of not just baby sat or watched I want someone attention all on me. I want to be the most important thing in that moment even if it is a little selfish. I just want to be a good boy.
ok well i have no idea what i did to it cause it's gone now?? but i got an anon ask for fizzfangs drawing so here it is ! outfits from this by @/sproutfits :3
Shilo agere fic I never finished... I might get on her again cause I like the writing ( I don't think I'm capable of writing like this anymore but itd be fun to try )
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All the sounds Shilo could think of making were exhausted – gentle popping too shallow and the crinkling of satin gloves too thin to keep the prince from biting himself. Laying on his stomach, the slight scratch of cheap couch cushions grounding him somewhere he couldn’t fathom right now, his foggy mind pondered on what could help fill the endless air of the room. One far too large and warm to be his own.
He could think about how warm it was. How incomparable the blurry, tempered textures were to the cool, calculated, layered stone of the castle, the only light he could ever dream of knowing being the faint reflection of warmth from the moon. How there was no corner left unoccupied, be it the worn countertops he could barely make out over the armrest, contrasted from empty halls with deliberately lined pillars.
A bored whine milled through him with his cheek resting on the smooth paper of his notebook. He found it hard to carry the weight of his head again, let alone be left unattended to. If he could have some company, energy honed in on furrowing his brows to no effect, he’d be better behaved. He flit his fleeting strength to whines again; vocals making it their mission to sound like the most dejected, kicked puppy imaginable.
To fall on deaf ears some of his lasting consciousness reminded. That small resurgence inspired a fountain of questions the prince was too addled to answer. Where was his mother? Why wasn’t he in his room? Was he gonna be trouble? He ducked his head a bit closer and clutched the hatching of the surface under him a bit tighter. He ushered whatever small noises his voice felt capable of out, hoping some of the fear would leave with it too.
Not long after, his surroundings answered. A door, the front with how a night’s air blasted in, lunged open with its anguished groan. And much too quickly, Shilo realized he wasn’t sitting like a prince. He straightened his back as much as possible, eyes locked forward as he brought his chin up.
He tried bringing his attention to the movement, but squirmed away as he landed on scrutinizing eyes. Its owner, the familiar blonde boy from the edge of the door, curiously peeked in and squinted.
He’d hope that he wasn’t too loud. The sight of him was unbecoming. Tousled hair and pleading cries something much too childlike for a royal.
Hidden worries embedded itself in the air as two pairs of cluttered steps followed inside. The piercing glint of metal worked away from Shilo’s sore eyes to stock the icebox as the blonde, a little more evenly, led their boots to the front of the couch, the rest of their weight on their heels as they slouched over the other.
“Prrrinnncee,” their voice draws out and its subject can make something accusatory out of their tone, saved by the sharp grin in his peripheral, “Home now — you in there?”
He could only gather his tongue into an affirmative hum. He thought they were kind of silly for asking because where else would he be? The prince digresses.
Their grin faded, eyes cast somewhere else as they knead over their next words, “You.. sure? Like, I get that you don’t talk a lot, but you seem — super out of it tonight. It’s kind of freaky.”
He evaluated, their next words fading into the background as dilated eyes carefully scanned for any disappointment; anything he could’ve done wrong. Before he blinked. Finding more weight on the corners of his eyes and feeling red drip down. The tears made him feel a little less polite and opening his mouth to find himself withdrawing because of the sobs that could give way only made it worse.
The other’s jaw tightened, expression verging flashes of any thought as they slipped their hands out from their jacket’s pockets. They sporadically glanced back at the guard they came in with, their pained look pleading for guidance.
“Uh-” their voice stumbled as scarred palms unsteadily rushed to cup Shilo’s face in awkward inspection, “Are you crying? Or– Bleeding? I’m sorry??? I think? Not really.”
Shilo’s ears rang with the shudder of the guard’s plating approaching, as if the slight strain carried the lengths of an orchestra. He winced, lugging his knees as close as he could manage while he tried to cover his ears and hide his fear.
Noisy and scary, his mind supplied.
The blonde shifted their head to look back, mouthing something that vaguely hissed, ‘He’s not saying anything!’ out, light frustration in their brow almost surfacing through the alarm.
The guard’s brash voice came out, “Perhaps he is choking, prince – are you choking, my prince?” and kneeling to eye level with ‘his princes’, his focused expression softens.
But the Ventrue emblem engraved in metal makes Shilo squirm, confused limbs barely working together to drag his back against the couch he laid on and uselessly covering his eyes. He wanted to say something; that he was sorry. The words fluttering in his head would not cooperate and come out.
“You’re — Not hurt, are you, Shilo?” And the sincerity laced under a lower pitch is somewhat soothing.
Informally knuckling tear ducts, Shilo carefully shook his head. His jaw locked, now desperate to cast away all the dumb notes of distress his mouth could play.
our feet are our temperature regulators! if your feet are warm, your body will be much warmer <3 being warm relaxes our muscles and promotes blood flow to lessen any pain!
try to sleep in a better position!
clutch a stuffie to your chest and sleep in the fetal position to reduce pressure on your back! or you can try to loaf like a kitty cat with a pillow under your chest and stomach!
drink warm beverages!
warm water is always a go-to, but there are yummier options too!
you can try ginger/chamomile/raspberry leaf tea (add honey to sweeten) if you like, or some warm angel milk <3 you can add a little bit of tumeric to your angel milk with a dash of cinnamon and the tiniest bit of black pepper to activate it (no, you can't taste the pepper! trust me!)
oh, and this is the perfect time to drink some hot chocolate as well! (try out dark chocolate if it isn't too bitter for you!)
please eat your fruits and veggies!
carrots, oranges, apples, mangoes, broccoli, spinach, sweet potatoes, beans, peas, and lentils are some good options to incorporate into your diet! try making a yummy smoothie or adding a new veggie to your dinners <3
use a heating pad (be careful)!
you can use an electric one if you have one, but here are some more afforadable options:
- use a hot water bottle or thermos
- make a small pouch out of fabric and make sure the ends are fully glued/sewn shut! fill it with uncooked rice and secure the last opening. warm it up in the microwave for about a minute and boom! a reusuable heating pad <3
- dampen a washcloth and put it in a plastic bag. warm it in the microwave for thirty seconds and use it on top of a blanket or your shirt if it's thick enough!
- (last resort option) my laptop gets really hot when i play the sims because i have sooo many mods hehe, but i just make sure there's a barrier between my skin and the laptop and it works as a heating pad! plus, i get to play my games comfortably
overnight pads and period diapers!
i know many people dislike overnight pads because of how bulky they are, but they are a good alternative if you don't have access to or dislike diapers! they are mostly mess free and you don't have to get up often in the middle of the night! they are also really comforting if you like a little bit of padding when regressed.
period diapers are always a good option! they can be worn under flowy skirts and dresses and aren't as noticeable as other types of diapers! they are really comfy too!
warm baths!
bring in your favorite toys, your bubbliest soaps, and your favorite tunes! just make sure your bathwater isn't too hot, okay? i recommend adding a little bit of coconut oil into the water to make your skin super soft!
if you are experiencing dry skin or have eczema, try an oat bath! you can use a food processor to ground up oats so they dissolve in the water, or you can pack some oats into a clean sock/tights, tie off the end, and let it soak in the water!
Sometimes, regressing can be tricky. A lot of the first few years of life focus a lot on learning. If you have already learned what the material, your grown-up brain might want to take over, making it hard to enjoy toddler activities.
🟦If you want the experience of learning preschool/kindergarten material again, try learning your shapes, colors, the alphabet, months of the year, or days of the week in another language! You can use fun songs or games to help.
🖍️If you want to experience developing motor skills again, try using your non dominate hand. You can try coloring, learning to write your name, or do basic scissor worksheets. (Please be careful with the scissors!)
🐻If you want to explore and learn science, try learning about animals. Shows like Wild Kratts and Octonauts can be genuinely educational for "grown up" brains. You can also check out books about animals from the library!
🫂Learn social-emotional and coping skills that are appropriate for children. There are many YouTube videos for yoga or meditation for kids. Shows such as Bluey, Author, or Carl the collector are some of my favorites and focus on social skills.
☀️If you want to feel physically tiny, try getting on the floor. Remember when your body was small and everything around you looked big? That was perspective! You can achieve something similar by being on the ground. Just make sure to listen to your body and take breaks if it hurts. You can also cover yourself with a blanket to focus less on your size.
carer with a traumatized age regressor they know they're helping to heal everytime they slip.
never received toys/were given very few toys as a kid? bubbas spoiling you in all the toys you want! if their kiddo is a little more shy and feeling guilty, they'll notice their little one eyeing a toy. "do you want it puppy? no need to feel bad, i just wanna give you everything you deserve"
went without food in public? carer will always order something for you, you never have to watch them eat while you have nothing. "oh honey I would never~ not only is that mean, but you gotta grow big and strong like me!"
went without food/snacks in private? your caregiver always makes sure they stock up on your favorite snacks and brands- no matter how specific they are. there's no shame in only eating a certain brand or flavor of chips. there's always groceries in the house and they're happy to cook for you, wanting to make sure you're safe AND fed. "are you hungy? I can get my sweetheart their favorite snack until the pastas done?"
had bad physical treatment? they would NEVER even THINK about laying a hand on you. if you misbehave or act up, they understand you're just in littlespace. like real kids, emotions can be hard and some moments arent good. sometimes kids like to test boundaries, there's nothing wrong with that. they won't let it slide and will issue lines, time outs, and stuff like early bedtime or shorter playtime- but nothing physical or mentally damaging. "angel I know you're all upset and shouting at bubba, but I need you to sit in the chair for 5 minutes. we don't yell."
missed out on a lot of childhood experiences? that's okay! your cg is soooo happy to integrate anything into their routine. whether it's storytime, going to the park, holiday celebrations, they're happy to accomodate! "oh you wanna have a bubba baby book read before your nap? of course little one!"
touch starved and wanting a lot of physical affection? they'll love on you SO much to try and make up for it! cuddles, pats, carries, boops, you got it! "awww does munchkin need a hug? cmere"
weren't treated the best emotionally? they understand how it can impact you. your carer always reminds you that you're not a burden, it wasn't your fault, and they truly do love you. they're not lying to you, they don't hate you, there's no maliciousness or ulterior motives- just pure love and care. "I know it was a lot, and I'm sorry you had to live through that angel- but I'm glad you're with me now. As long as I'm here, and as long as you'll let me- I won't let anyone treat you like that again. I pinky promise, my little love. Always, and forever."
Icl, this was very self indulgent to me- but I hope anyone who can sadly relate feels atleast a little bit of comfort and wholesomeness from this. I believe you. You're strong.
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