Fandom Content For Regressors @agerefandom - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
Fandom Content For Regressors
@agerefandom
Hello there! This is a blog dedicated to collecting age regression content about all kinds of characters and fandoms. I take requests for fanfiction, fanart, moodboards, and DNI banners. Please read my pinned post before requesting! Requests are currently CLOSED! (Inbox: 125) Please feel free to tag me in any agere content you create! About Me: ~ Stella ~ 27 ~they/them ~ @sunflower-stella (main/agere account)
You can check out my full DNI here, and the request rules here. (This page also includes a list of the fandoms I write for!)
If you don’t like reading fanfiction on tumblr, feel free to check out my AO3 page: I post my fics there a few days after they’re shared on tumblr. Otherwise, scroll down to check out my masterpost of all my content, sorted by fandom!
The Adventure Zone
Animaniacs
Be More Chill
Beetlejuice
Black Butler
BNHA/My Hero Academia
Critical Role
Death Note
Disney movies
Doctor Who
Doki Doki Literature Club
FNAF
Good Omens
Gravity Falls
Hannibal
Homestuck
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss
Hetalia
The Magnus Archives
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Minecraft
Night In The Woods
Ouran High School Host Club
Phantom of the Opera
Resident Evil 8
Skulduggery Pleasant
Star Wars
Steven Universe
Supernatural
Twilight
Undertale/Deltarune
A/n: I never see anyone really talk about the adult timeline when it comes to regression. I have a lot of thoughts about little!Shauna but I'm nervous about sharing cause I haven't talked about adult timeline character before. Got a bit carried away. These headcanons are sad because it's Shauna. If anyone wants to hear more i'd love to write more :3
• Shauna uses age regression as a coping mechanism whenever she feels sad, lonely, or any other emotions that feel too big
• It's mainly involuntary, and most of the time she doesn't know when a drop is coming until she's regressed
• She mostly regresses between 5-7, but when something has triggered her and she's particularly upset she'll regress even younger, between 2-4. Sometimes when she's around her family she'll regress to 14-16 because it's familiar to her and she can't help it.
• She didn't want anyone to know about her regression, especially her family. When she drops, she takes care of herself, ensuring no one finds out about it. She hides her little gear in her safe, but then gets upset when she forgets where she's put them when little. Inside is a pacifier, a baby bottle, and a cat plushie. She won't allow herself to get anything else because she doesn't think she needs them (or deserves them).
• When she regresses due to feeling lonely, hallucination Jackie will take care of her. Jackie comforts her and makes her feel better. She's everything Shauna could ever dream of. She doesn't feel lonely when Jackie's by her side, and in that moment it feels so real, like she's really there.
• Shauna cries a lot when regressed. It'll start with a few tears, and then she'll start sobbing. And no matter how hard she tries to be quiet she can't help it when she makes loud hiccups as she tries to get her breath back.
• Despite being so independent, Shauna doesn't really like it. She just has no choice. No one will take care of her. She learned that from a young age. Shauna Shipman—butcher—always angry. She hates when she's talking to Lottie or Misty and she gets the feeling like they're scared of her. She doesn't mean to be scary she just has big emotions and finds it hard to process them.
• She struggles to take care of herself when she regresses younger. She doesn't understand anything. She calls for Jackie and she's not there, and that doesn't make sense. Because she's her best friend. Despite Shauna not knowing Jackie when she was two, all of her memories are intertwined with her, and so no matter what age she regresses at she'll look for Jackie.
• The first time Jeff finds Shauna regressed is late at night, after he comes home from working at the store. She's sobbing in the middle of the bedroom floor, hugging her cat plushie for dear life. Her head is buried in between her knees and she's rocking back and forth. Jeff is hesitant to approach her. He's extremely confused because he'd never seen her like that. When Shauna sees him the only word she can say is 'Jackie'. Where is Jackie? Jeff sits next to her, scratches the back of his head, and said she's not here. That makes Shauna sob harder. Jeff awkwardly rubs her back, and tells her that everything's okay. When she stops crying, Jeff wipes away her tears and tucks her into bed, where she passes out straight away. The next day, when Jeff tries to bring it up, Shauna immediately changes the subject, and they never talk about it again.
• Jeff sees certain signs after that. Like sometimes he'll catch her staring into space while sucking her thumb. Or she'll get so angry at something so small. Or when she's cutting the meat she'll stop and rub the plastic side of the knife with her tumb in a repetitive motion that seems familiar to her. She doesn't seem like she's entirely here, rather living inside her head. Jeff doesn't know what to do so he doesn't bring it up and hope it goes away. He ignores when there's a pacifier on the bedroom floor. He pretends he's asleep when he can hear Shauna's sniffles next to him in bed. And pretends he doesn't hear Jackie's name leave her mouth.
• The first person Shauna tells about her regression is Tai. She knows Tai will understand. And she knows she won't judge. They're having a makeshift sleepover at Shauna's because Tai can't sleep and Shauna's always said that when she can't she should come to her's because they're close to each other. Shauna feels safe and not lonely for the first time in ages. She tells her that there's some times where everything feels too big. Where her emotions are too much and too confusing and too overpowering. She can't deal with the horrible feeling of having no one. The ever-present grief. The unprocessed trauma. She tells her she'll enter a safer headspace, a younger headspace. She doesn't understand it herself, but it helps, and she's realised she doesn't think she'll be able to stop any time soon. Tai is supportive and asks questions to what will help in case she drops around her. She tells her to call her whenever she regresses or feels lonely. She doesn't take her up on that offer at first, but she soon does because she's so tired of feeling a neverending pit of grief. Tai makes her feel better. Tai helps.
• When Shauna goes to Lottie's 'retreat', she thinks she successfully hides her regression from everyone. However, Lottie figures it out straight away. She examines that way Tai watches her closely, immediately going to her side whenever Shauna presents a slight change in emotion. She doesn't say anything because she knows what it's like.
• Shauna experiences a lot of self-hatred, especially towards her regressed self. She hates that she's so angry. She hates that she's so sad. She hates that she struggles expressing how she feels, with it coming out in either tears or outbursts towards Jeff or Callie. She feels incredibly guilty and after an outburst, she'll refuse to allow herself to regress, instead choosing to repress it until it causes her to regress incredibly young, and the cycle begins again.
• Shauna likes to write when regressed. Little stories or poems that don't make much sense when she rereads them when she's bigger.
• She likes to watch cartoons that she watched as a child. Her favourite is the care bears and winnie the pooh.
Caregive Caine Headcanons + Moodboard (The Amazing Digital Circus)
Heads up: this show contains swearing, mature humor, and existential horror. Suggested by @hoshi-neko-hikari - sorry it took so long to get to!
He has dozens of pet names for you, and never uses the same one twice.
He lets you explore the grounds and enjoy everything they have to offer. Has anyone even TRIED the Ferris wheel yet? It’s pretty fun!
He’s very firm about keeping language appropriate. Curses and innuendos are hardly family friendly!
He’s constantly creating adventures to meet your tastes. Is that hit or miss at times? Absolutely! Will he keep trying? Most definitely!
There are also plenty of fun rooms to explore inside the circus itself. The fish room, the pit room, the bee room, the room full of fire…
He tries to decorate your personal room to fit your tastes. Or, at least, his first impressions of your taste. Maybe home remodeling can be its own adventure!
There has never yet been a tongue twister that could best him, and he likes showing off that talent.
He’s able to create things out of thin air for your amusement, and he gets rid of them immediately if they start to become a real problem.
He creates NPCs to hang out with you as your friends. Of course… he’s your best friend, riiight?
More than anything, he wants you to be happy in the circus with him. He’s terrified of being unwanted, of being less than perfect. All he wants is to be loved.
Like, no this character isn't using a pacifier or gripping onto a plushie or padded or wearing childing clothing, but they are hiding behind their most trusted person in the friend group, either a parental figure or close friend, when things feel too big and new.
They aren't crying out for mommy or daddy, or throwing a tantrum, but they're sobbing to themselves in the middle of the night, clutching their pillow like a person, because everything feels too big and too much
They aren't burying themselves in pacifiers, teethers, or plushies, but they're chewing on their shirt or hand when they get anxious and hugging their pillow to their chest like a lifeline
(best paired with this regressor!Niffty moodboard!)
it's hard to tell when Niffty is regressing because her external behaviour doesn't change that much
doesn't need a caregiver, she's happy in the vents of the hotel running around after pests and spying on the others
just as bloodthirsty when regressing, she tries to feed the roaches their own legs after tearing them off
does have a few stuffed animals: they're all skewered with pins and she gives them spikey hugs
she tends towards Husk for some cuddles while she's regressed, she likes to pet his fur and the pads of his paws
if she promises to be quiet, Alastor will sometimes let her sit on his knee while he's broadcasting (she always gets bored and wanders off halfway through)
both Husk and Alastor can usually tell when she's regressing, but they let her come and go as usual, just with a little more of an eye on her
Alastor will use his shadows to give her something to chase, like a laser for a cat
she'll make grabby hands for cuddles and then bite anyone who tries to pick her up and runs away cackling
I've been thinking about a version of the Backrooms that isn't quite friendly to age regressors, but isn't actively dangerous: liminal spaces and age regression fit together very well for me because of the dissociation I connect to both of them.
Here's my initial thoughts: if there's a "level" or version of the backrooms you'd like to explore, feel free to drop me an ask!
The yellow hallways stretch on for what feels like forever. The hum of the fluorescents is ever-present, occasionally drowned out by a period of rushing air: the air conditioning, or heating. You're never able to tell which, since the space is always a perfect room temperature. You're not hot, and you're not cold.
The tightly-woven office carpeting ripples under your feet. If you take your shoes off, it almost tickles your toes. Eventually, your feet will get sore: the carpet isn't thick, and you can feel the chill of unforgiving concrete under its feeble layer of protection. You'll have to keep your shoes on if you're walking a long distance.
Sleeping is difficult in this tangle of well-lit halls, but you tuck yourself into a corner and put a sweater over your head and you can snooze for while, until the roar of the air through vents wakes you again.
Time moves strangely and you're never sure how long you've been here, but you're never hungry. The stretch of the hours and constant exhaustion pulls you down into a regression you can't fully climb out of: in your adult hours, you're no less confused by your surroundings, so it feels like there's less and less of a reason to fight it.
In your pocket, a box of crayons: you can't remember where you got them from. You can draw on the walls, sprawling crayon murals up and down the yellow wallpaper. Once you leave them behind, you'll never find them again, no matter how carefully you retrace your steps.
This place is not comfortable, and you do not feel at home here. Nevertheless, there is something daring and fun about playing in what feels like an empty office. This is a place for grown-ups, with its harsh lighting and boring carpet. Yet here you can roam, unattended and curious: and the hours or days or minutes, whatever they might be, pass without any way to mark them.
New banners for this blog! I've been through a lot of formats, trying to always figure out how to be a) clear, b) polite, and c) not too jarring. It's a constant evolution, but here's my newest set!
I've been thinking about a version of the Backrooms that isn't quite friendly to age regressors, but isn't actively dangerous: liminal spaces and age regression fit together very well for me because of the dissociation I connect to both of them.
Here's my initial thoughts: if there's a "level" or version of the backrooms you'd like to explore, feel free to drop me an ask!
The yellow hallways stretch on for what feels like forever. The hum of the fluorescents is ever-present, occasionally drowned out by a period of rushing air: the air conditioning, or heating. You're never able to tell which, since the space is always a perfect room temperature. You're not hot, and you're not cold.
The tightly-woven office carpeting ripples under your feet. If you take your shoes off, it almost tickles your toes. Eventually, your feet will get sore: the carpet isn't thick, and you can feel the chill of unforgiving concrete under its feeble layer of protection. You'll have to keep your shoes on if you're walking a long distance.
Sleeping is difficult in this tangle of well-lit halls, but you tuck yourself into a corner and put a sweater over your head and you can snooze for while, until the roar of the air through vents wakes you again.
Time moves strangely and you're never sure how long you've been here, but you're never hungry. The stretch of the hours and constant exhaustion pulls you down into a regression you can't fully climb out of: in your adult hours, you're no less confused by your surroundings, so it feels like there's less and less of a reason to fight it.
In your pocket, a box of crayons: you can't remember where you got them from. You can draw on the walls, sprawling crayon murals up and down the yellow wallpaper. Once you leave them behind, you'll never find them again, no matter how carefully you retrace your steps.
This place is not comfortable, and you do not feel at home here. Nevertheless, there is something daring and fun about playing in what feels like an empty office. This is a place for grown-ups, with its harsh lighting and boring carpet. Yet here you can roam, unattended and curious: and the hours or days or minutes, whatever they might be, pass without any way to mark them.
Can you do Gabby from Gabby's Dollhouse? Maybe she can be holding Pamdy, her stuffed cat for the drawing thing, please (if you don't want to do it, that's fine)? ❤️
hi, would you please do a paci icon of ciel from black butler? thank u ^_^
The baby!! (I draw the circle pacifiers less often, but I think they're more popular in Britain - it's still deeply anachronistic for the time period, but the fashion of the show itself isn't exactly period-accurate so I'm giving myself creative license)
