🎈 - he’s very independent and needs his autonomy, but he craves the attention and approval of his caregivers. he hates rules and hates feeling like someone is controlling him. he’s a trauma regressor so his headspace is already so out of his control and he will freak out if he thinks someone is encroaching on him in that way. but he loves rewards and being good. it’s a difficult balance to strike.
📚 - usually hovers in older age ranges, but his headspace is a bit all over the place. anything can trigger him to be even smaller— from the comfort of the women in his life to the fear/nervousness he has with the men. his lower ages are almost always the result of him feeling bad, though, so he needs a little extra care when he’s very small.
🎈 - fully expects his caregivers to memorize the heroes and characters he likes from the comic books he reads and tv shows he watches. he really likes word girl and super why as kids shows, but he still enjoys the typical superhero themed things he normally watches while big. he cant, however, watch the news. that’s a big rule in his house because it only triggers him and makes his regressed brain feel bad for not helping more people.
📚 - loves touch but is also really uncomfortable with it. he often doesn’t think he deserves to be treated softly and is always really scared of losing control of himself or his powers. there really is nothing better than curling up with his momma and letting her run her hands through his hair, though. he likes cuddling and playing with oliver too, even though oliver doesn’t really understand what’s happening, because he’s the only one that can actually handle things if mark accidentally squeezes too hard or something.
🎈 - he likes hiding when he’s regressed. under the bed, in his closet, in any small space he can actually fit in. a lot of it has to do with him needing to feel safe and feeling as though he’s always being watched (because he knows he is). even if, realistically, his hidey-holes won’t prevent cecil or a viltrumite from finding him, it still gives his babie brain a sense of security so he has a bunch dotted around his house and different people’s apartments.
📚 - big snacker! he has a high metabolism because of his powers so he’s just constantly eating something. crackers, chips, fruit snacks, jerky. if you randomly went up to him and asked what was in his pockets, nine times out of ten he’ll show you a fist full of snacks. his mom tries so hard to make him snack on fruits and veggies, and he does eat them, but organic stuff is hard to haul around so it’s a lot of packaged stuff. he also has a bit of a problem with just putting random things in his mouth, in general. he had a really bad habit as a kid of chewing off all his pencil’s erasers and he thought he grew out of it, but it was just waiting for him to start regressing 💔
🕹️ - trauma regressor mark! he doesn’t actually start regressing until after his dad leaves. for a long time, he copes by simply ignoring everything that happened— but he can’t ignore it. it’s everywhere, on every news station, on every omni-man poster torn down in the city, on the way that the world never really recovers from the loss of the original guardians of the globe. mark doesn’t actually see himself as a victim and so he doesn’t give himself the space to grieve what happened, or even really process it. he simply goes through the motions of being a hero and trying to make up for something he didn’t do.
🤖 - cecil watches him closely during this time, constantly checking in with him and debbie without their knowledge. he monitors mark’s mental state from afar and he starts noticing things. little things. meaningless things. like the way mark breaks down after a nightmare, curling in on himself and crying while he rocks back and forth. or the way he huddles in the corner of his room, hyperventilating, while desperately clutching his childhood action figures so hard that cecil is surprised they don’t break. it’s donald who picks up on it first, with his expansive understanding on trauma and ptsd (not really; it’s expansive to cecil, though, who never did a lick of mental health research in his entire life if it wasn’t relevant to his work. donald just works closely with their psyche evaluators and he’s spiraled more than once on learning the effects of trauma on the brain and how it would have affected him with his many deaths). donald says it’s ptsd, possibly complex, and mark gets thrown into a room with a mandated psychologist who works with him for weeks before they get any new information.
all the while, mark’s little things become more present. he’s clingy to his mother, clingy to cecil, clingy to eve and amber. but he’s nervous around everyone else, especially men. especially the immortal. during the few missions cecil tentatively allows him on, he’s flighty and scared, and more than once he gets overwhelmed and starts crying, pleading for cecil to let him go home. the psychologist calls it age regression, a trauma response from having his perspective on a caregiver fractured and being unable to process taking the brunt of the trauma from that interaction. mark is temporarily grounded from the field, and cecil pays an even closer eye on him.
🕹️ - mark doesn’t handle being a regressor well. he didn’t actually realize he was doing it until it was pointed out to him and, ever since, it’s gotten so much worse. he has a nightmare, he regresses. he flunks a test, he regresses. he gets yelled at by a teacher, he regresses. he falls and scrapes his knee, he regresses— even though it heals immediately and he’s literally been thrown at a mountain before! no matter what it is or how stupid, he cant stop. it’s like his mind can’t handle anything bad happening ever without sending him flying back to a time that was safe. a time before his powers. a time before his father left.
his biggest support systems are who you would think. his mother, william, eve, and amber (even after they’ve broken up) are all very kind about it and help him in any way they can— speaking softly to him, letting him cling to them when he gets scared, and never once calling him out for how his eyes never stop leaking tears. it’s great and he appreciates them, but it’s horrifically embarrassing and he’s always missing his father in a way that sends him spiraling all over again. he hates that he can’t do anything without becoming a massive baby, even when his mom assures him that she wants nothing more than to have her little boy back.
🤖 - despite developing a rabid new fear of people when he’s small, he ends up projecting a lot of his feelings about his dad on cecil. it’s hard not to when he’s the only real male adult mark is around, and when his feelings towards cecil have already been complicated since the beginning. it leads to a hot and cold relationship— mark craves his presence, craves a father that can protect him, but he’s just scared, grieving, and cecil is the only one he feels safe enough to let that out on. cecil is always there— he’s there when mark’s dad leaves, he’s there when mark finds out he’s a regressor, he’s always there— so it’s easy to blame him for every bad thing mark feels when small. within the same day, mark can go from crying because cecil isn’t around (though, he’s always watching) to throwing a fit when he is because how else is mark supposed to process everything if not with cecil, the only one that understands just how bad it is? cecil, of course, always allows it. there isn’t ever a time he fights back against the distaste debbie and mark have for him. he knows he deserves it for some things, and doesn’t for others but that mark needs someone steady that doesn’t react to him in the same way his father might’ve. it always ends with mark crumping into a babble of tearful apologies anyways, so it’s hard to take the misguided ravings of a toddler personal.
🕹️ - mark’s regression is unpredictable at best, but the one thing that rarely changes is how young he gets. mark hovers firmly in toddlerspace with his absolute oldest age being somewhere around four. cecil isn’t great with kids on a regular basis but he is pretty good with mark. it’s not difficult to please him when he’s not throwing a grief-fueled tantrum. turn on a superhero cartoon, put him in front of a rare, exclusive comic book that only someone like cecil can get his hands on so early, or just sit with him and let him cling to you. cecil has spent many hours on the grayson couch doing whatever work he can on a laptop and phone while mark is latched on to him with an iron grip. he’s not great at controlling his powers when small, but he tries very hard to be gentle with something as fragile as cecil. sometimes, on good days, mark will take cecil to his room and meticulously explain every one of his comic books or show him his action figures and all the little things they can do— like shoot lasers or be reassembled from a person to a robot. those are good days and cecil nods along even after the third explanation of what seance dog is.
🤖 - cecil, as always, tries to bridge the gap between him and the graysons with money. they don’t need it, and debbie is still firm on not wanting to owe him anything, but she can’t really deny his gifts when they’re for little mark. instead of taking mark to the store and letting him pick out things, cecil brings the store to him and arrives with bags of things for mark to sort through and take whatever he wants. is it all paid for with government money? perhaps. is that the most legal? maybe not, but cecil would argue that keeping the most dangerous thing on the planet satiated and happy so he doesn’t actually crack the planet in half while regressed is at the top of their priority list. by the end of it, mark has a ton of regression gear. pacifiers and sippy cups themed after seance dog and spiderman, floppy weighted plushies that are as big as his pillows, and baby plates with cool boyish designs for him to eat off of (plates that his mother insists on using for him even when he isn’t regressed because she thinks they’re so cute).
🕹️ - when mark regresses, either at home or on the job, cecil is always there. he might not be there physically, but he’s always a phone call away— or usually a screen, listening device, or teleport away. his regression is strictly need to know, for rather obvious reasons both regarding safety and mark’s distaste for his headspace when he’s older, but the guardians of the globe know enough of the situation and protocol to alert cecil if something seems awry. they don’t always understand it and the team is split in half in regards to who actually cares and goes out of their way to reassure mark when he gets scared/hurt in the field and drops, but cecil doesn’t tolerate mistakes when it comes to this. he cares too much about mark and needs him coping and safe, both for his own sake and the sake of the world.
🎈 - nolan would probably find out about mark’s regression super late and it wouldnt be because anyone told him. it would’ve been something he learned because mark had a meltdown and regressed while debbie was away, making nolan the only one around. he doesn’t know what’s happening, obviously, but mark is crying and he looks so, so scared. when he was little, mark found comfort in his father, knowing that he’d always protect him. now, that isn’t really the case and it takes nolan over an hour to coax him out of the corner mark stuffed himself in.
💥 - nolan, despite his actions, does love mark and is very well meaning when he returns to earth. early on, however, he just couldn’t wrap his head around mark’s regression. it was yet another human thing that made them weak, that he simply could not understand. but, for him, his children grow up so quickly. he blinked and mark was a man, ready to set off on his own. sitting with mark, quietly playing with him while he’s regressed, feels like it’s slowing down time a little. realizing this is what really proved to himself that he’s changed and it only served to motivate him more to reconnect with his son.
🎈 - mark is actually really scared of his father when regressed. he’s scared of most men, really, besides william and cecil (on good days). but being the subject of his trauma and the reason why mark regresses, nolan is often the focal point of his nightmares and even just seeing him on a day where mark is feeling slightly vulnerable will cause him to involuntarily regress. it takes so long for him to even be willing to stand in the same room as nolan without sobbing to debbie. every single time, nolan sat on the floor and waited— just waited. he never expected mark to forgive him. he didn’t even expect the planet to accept him back (they haven’t, really, but he’ll take his wins where he can get them). so he just sits there and tries to make himself as open as a viltrumite possibly could.
💥 - mark is almost a carbon copy of his child self when he regresses and it fills both of his parents with such nostalgia. he’s excitable, he rambles non-stop about comic books and movies, and he loves sharing things with his mother. he gives her little gifts, tells her all about the trip he goes on with william and amber, and makes sure she’s involved in his bubble of childhood. since nolan returned, this is still true but it’s altered. he still ends up helping debbie more, even though he knows little boys don’t belong in the kitchen (he’s accidentally broken too many things using his powers while regressed), but he’ll sometimes offer to help nolan too with whatever home project the man has busied himself with (since he can’t be a hero anymore). mark still tells them both everything, but he’s a lot more reserved around his dad. debbie encourages him a lot and, with nolan genuinely trying, mark slowly lets him in.
🎈 - nolan’s favorite thing to do is watch little mark play with oliver. oliver doesn’t really understand but he loves mark and accepts him as he is, weirdness and all. he also really thrives as an older brother, happy to be able to take care of his family for once. nolan isn’t used to feeling such strong emotions, but nothing brings it out of him more like seeing his boys bickering back and forth over a hot wheelz. this is when mark feels most at ease around nolan too. there’s something that just feels different when mark has his brother with him, and it’s kind of nice being able to sit beside his father and pretend like everything is normal.
💥 - nolan was always mark’s favorite to hug, even as a kid. he’s so big and strong! before his powers, it was just fun to squeeze his dad and have him pretend like mark was stronger than he was, but now he actually is strong enough that only nolan can handle him. it’s the thing that bonds them the most when mark regresses. he loves being held and he loves being picked up— it makes him feel so small and safe. the real proof that their relationship had improved came when mark started to toddle up to his dad, clearly small, and curled next to him— silently asking for cuddles. it became the new norm for them. nolan was the one he went to if he wanted uppies, or really tight hugs to regulate himself, and while debbie was still he go-to for everything else, nolan took this advancement as a badge of pride and did everything he could to be the perfect cuddler.
Mama!Tiri x Little!R (Main focus), Sully Family x Little!R (Background)
Requested- No
Spoilers- No
Summary- Reader just wants to show that they are as strong as their siblings so Neytiri plays along until they realize that not being strong isn’t necessarily bad especially when involves MamaTiri cuddles
Warnings- Reader is transmasc/male aligned. Uses He/They pronouns, SFW Age regression, Reader is human but their exo pack only covers their nose and mouth, Reader’s Regressed age is 5, Sully Family loves their little human. No Spider Bashing. Takes place in the forest
Word Count- 3.2k
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You loved trailing behind your siblings. Mainly your brothers. Neteyam, Lo’ak and Spider. Always trotting closely that you’ve stepped on their tails more times than they could count. They never said anything but you definitely stayed walking in their shadows. Only Lo’ak would show signs of annoyance when your small heel would dig into the sensitive bone.
Spider would quickly pull you back and Neteyam would give his brother a look. They knew you didn’t mean it. Like you were often clumsy within your headspace and Lo’ak never tried to outwardly show it but tails were sensitive even if they were fun to play with they needed to be handled with care.
“Hey listen to me really quick Paskalin..remember what Dad said about space.”, Neteyam turned bending down placing his hands on your shoulders waiting until your eyes met his. It was easy for you to get distracted especially when your brothers brought you along for walks in the forest.
“Remember, at least an arm's length or walk beside us”, Neteyam hummed hoping to gauge your memory. You perked up slightly at the familiar words. It was something Jake always found himself repeating. Something you giggled at repeatedly yet swore to stick by.
“I remember ‘Teyam!”
“Good, now how about you hold my hand so that you don’t accidentally step on Lo’ak’s tail again. Ok buddy”, Neteyam held his hand out for you to grab and you took it without much care, trotting beside him to keep up with his quick strides. He wasn’t walking fast but he was also 8’2 and you were only 5’5. Smaller than Tuk.
“Hurry up! Or we’ll miss the herd”, Lo’ak called from the front. His shoulders sagging at being stopped once again. Usually the three boys would have been back at hometree by now. Carrying at least 2 or 3 yeriks to present to their parents and the adults of the village to prove that they were good hunters. Good providers. You just had to tag along.
Not like Neteyam or Lo’ak and even Spider cared. They didn’t but you did slow them down significantly. Wide eyes getting distracted every five minutes by the living flora or kenten that got spooked from your clumsy movement. Neteyam rolled his eyes, deciding to just haul you up on his back. “You need to learn patience little bro. Let’s go”
Neteyam scolded and to which you stuck your tongue out towards Lo’ak mocking him. The 14 year old narrowed his eyes but returned the gesture just..if not even more childish. Appalled by your audacity. Brat.
“Alright..remember we have to be quiet or we will scare off the Yerik..”, Neteyam bent down allowing you to slide from his back. At his words you nodded your head vigorously. This wasn’t your first time joining your siblings on a hunt and well Jake had taken you out on many hunts. Neytiri wasn’t the biggest fan of it but she trusted her mate and children to keep you close; she just knew how easily it was for you to slip away.
If someone didn’t have their eyes on you at all times they would have to spend the next hours searching for you because your little mind and body loved to wander. Huge eyes lost in the beauty of Pandora. Even more so in your regressed headspace. Afterall back on Earth all you had was the drawings you made now you had the real thing. Real green grass and clean lakes to frolic in.
“I know ‘Teyam! I will be the most quiet.”, Neteyam winced, Lo’ak shook his head and Spider snorted. You didn’t have a quiet voice but thankfully the Yerik weren't too close to get spooked. “Yep..just stay here with Spider ok. Do not run off”
Neteyam pointed a finger looking a lot like Neytiri. His stern look, narrow ears and pointed eyes. You nodded, raising your hand to salute something you learned from the science guys. “Now bro please before eclipses hits”
Lo’ak whined, always impatient, adjusting his bow on his shoulder. Neteyam turned, giving Spider a look. The human teenager nodded. He knew to watch you but Neteyam needed him to actually watch you and not just check if you were in his line of sight through his peripheral.
“We’ll be 15 minutes at best”, Neteyam finally turned trotting around to catch up with Lo’ak who had already been walking around docking his bow. Spider perched himself on a high branch so he could see better. He didn’t mind babysitting but he wanted to get in on the successful hunt as well. You scrambled up on a lower branch. Nails gripping the bark to see better.
It was cool seeing your brothers hunt. Different from Jake and Neytiri. Mama was the best hunter that was not a question and you always knew her arrow would meet its mark. Jake usually hunted the talioang but that you didn’t have to be quiet because the herd was loud and it was always done on Bob with at least 6 other riders. His arrows never missed either.
Neteyam and Lo’ak were still young. Boys transitioned into warriors so each kill was a lot more special. New strength and skills developing unlike the miles of experience that Jake and Neytiri had years to master. A small chirp found your ears. Attention easily diverted from your brothers to something in the distance.
You glanced up. Spider was distracted. Inching closer and closer each second. Your brothers were fixing their bows to take aim. It was just a quick peak. With ease you hopped off the branch with a soft thud and ran towards the noise. On your tippy toes just like Neytiri had taught you. Hands to help guide as you climbed onto a branch. It was a Yerik. Still young. Perfect size for you.
You glanced back. Nobody had followed you. Slowly you took your bow that was resting around your shoulder. Neytiri had taught you to shoot. You were the baby of the family but you weren’t defensively. Never, just slightly smaller than everyone else besides even Tuk had a knife.
The bow itself anyways was embarrassingly small, mainly given to you because you whined for it. Begging your mama to teach you because you were “big” and could handle it. Neytiri didn’t want to at first but there was just something so magical in watching you practice with clumsy hands. She would crouch close, her head practically resting on your shoulder. First she could fix your stance, then your arms and finally tilt your head the right way.
It wasn’t beautiful. God no. You had a terrible shot but just the act of doing it made you glow. Little body jumping up and down as you turned and threw your arms around your Mama’s neck. Neytiri was confused. You had missed the target wildly but she just grabbed your face nuzzling slightly. “Good job Yawntutsyip but we will..keep working on it”
That night you had proudly ran around hometree telling everyone that you shot a bow. First it was Jake. You needed your Papa to know just how good you did. Voice squeaky, words becoming babbles as Jake tried to catch on. He was fluent in the Navi language but your babbles always left him confused on what the hell you were trying to say.
“Our little one learned to shoot today Ma’Jake”
“YAY PAPA I SHOOT THE ARROW!”, Jake chuckled at your enthusiasm, thankful for Neytiri. She was your number one translator. Jake popped you higher on his hips fangs poking through as he smiled.
“Oh yea..you’re my little tsamsiyu aren’t ya bud. Good thing you’re learning from the best”, Jake praised loving how you stimmed in his arms. Neytiri’s smile never left her face. She loved her kids but absolutely adore babies. The concept of regression was so foreign. So unknown but children were a blessing by Eywa and all children needed a mother. You weren't a child but your headspace made you act no different and since you had no mother Neytiri didn’t hesitate to fill the role.
It was totally not because Neytiri also missed having a small kid that depended on her. Tuk was growing up running off on her own. She loved how you always seemed to need her. How big your eyes got every time you saw her.
You grabbed a small arrow from your quiver. The Yerik had not noticed you yet (your human scent masked by Neytiri’s helped a lot) still feeding pecking at the ground. Slowly you did what Neytiri had taught you may times. Stand tall, both eyes open, deep breath, tight core, balance the weight on your dominant leg, tighten your muscles, pull back and let the arrow fly.
The Yerik dropped with a loud squeak. Legs flailing. The arrow lodged in the weak spot just at the base of its neck. You jumped up surprised, scrambling toward the fallen animal. That was your first kill. You’ve never hunted before or used your arrows on a real target.
“I DID IT, ‘TEYAM ‘O’AK SPIDEY.. I DID ITS”, you turned happily clapping your hands jumping up and down once you saw your brothers. Neteyam grabbed his chest with relief, Lo’ak always trying to keep a stone face yet couldn’t hide his relief and Spider looked a bit guilty. Neteyam and Lo’ak missed their kill because well once Spider didn’t see you anymore the hunt was forgotten.
“Woah…you did that all by yourself Paskalin”, Neteyam bent down beside you. Clean..merciful. With his knife he rested a hand on the Yerik's neck before finishing the job, whispering prayers to Eywa. The Spirit goes to Eywa but the body stays behind to become part of the people. Once his knife was away Neteyam grabbed the arrow, plucking it out.
“That’s a good kill, little bro. Let’s get home before it gets too dark and we’ll cook it tonight”, Neteyam passed the animal off for Lo’ak to hold. He grumbled like he always did while Neteyam trotted ahead to keep up with you. You may have been small but you were fast, small legs zooming over branches and puddles. Everyone must know what you have done. Your mama needed to know what you did.
Your first successful hunt. Clean and Merciful kill no less. This had to be celebrated. It was said that Eywa had to bless you before you could kill anything in her forest. Today had been the day she had blessed you. Otherwise your aim would have not been true. Would have not met his mark. By the time the four of you reached hometree eclipse was just starting to set. Fires lit, na’vi returning from their day's work. You found Mo’at first.
The Tsahik was waiting on you. Of course she was. The one woman you could not keep secrets from because she knew all. The embrace was warm as always. Withered hands cradled your head. Yet you pulled back excitedly. “GRAN I DID IT. I HUNT”
Mo’at smiled. A chuckle slipping past her lips as she watched Neteyam, Lo’ak and Spider come into view holding your kill. “You did..Eywa has blessed you grandchild. The clan is proud”
“And why is the clan so proud”, Neytiri strolled forward wanting to see what the fuss was about.
“I HUNTED MAMA. A YERIK ALL ON MY OWNS”, Neytiri froze out of pure shock. Her hands cupping your face. Ears flickering, tail shooting up. You hunted…you..her sweet baby. She was happy of course she was and she wished she’d been there to witness it.
“Oh my ‘eveng. The great mother has blessed you”, Neytiri could cry. Tears actually did well up in her eyes. Neytiri smushed your cheeks between her three fingered hands nuzzling you affectionately. She was a very proud mother.
“Mama!! Let gooss!”, You pulled away with a squeal of laughter, nose scrunching as you twisted to get out of Neytiri’s grip. You never fought her ever but this was big. You had just hunted all on your own and so that made you big and strong just like the rest of your family and Neytiri didn’t nuzzle and scent them. “M big nows! I hunted all on my owns”
You wiped the bridge of your nose trying to swipe the scent away as if your whole body didn’t smell like her. Neytiri’s ears pinned backwards a slight frown on her face as she watched you pull Neteyam, Lo’ak and Spider along so that the Yerik could be properly prepared for dinner. It was small but just enough meat to feed the family comfortably.
That night for dinner you stuck close to Neteyam and Lo’ak. Spider sat next to Kiri and Tuk against Jake. Neytiri sat across the way watching you. She loved when you interacted with your siblings. Always finding a way to include yourself but usually at dinner you say beside her. Basically on her lap. She would hand feed you because you often got distracted but not tonight.
Tonight she had to watch her baby fend for themselves with a sudden surge of independence. “What’s wrong baby? You’re not eating”
Jake spared Neytiri a glance as he took a moment to take in his family. It was odd but it was perfect. He never thought it would end this way. Neytiri’s ears flicked as she turned towards her mate, a subtle frown on her face.
“Y/n doesn’t need me anymore”, Jake tilted his head confused where the sudden conviction came from. Of course you need them. You were always stepping in Neytiri’s foot prints and holding Jake’s tail to keep up with. Always the first to wake them up with mindless babbling and infectious happiness.
“Baby..what are you talking about? Of course he needs us. He’s just having fun with the boys”
Jake shuffled closer. He knew how hard Neytiri loved. How hard she loved you. Ultra maternal and protective instinct going haywire 24/7. He felt the same but he didn’t hover as much. Let you run wild in the forest while Neytiri would not let you out of her sight. Took you to meet Toruk just days after integrating you in the family while Neytiri didn’t want you anywhere near Sa’ata not knowing how the animals would react; wanting to keep you away from danger and safe in her arms.
“No Ma’Jake you do not understand. He hunted the Yerik all on his own and now he prefers to eat on his own. He even wiped away my kisses”, Jake bit the inside of his lip. He knew that didn’t necessarily mean anything. You were just rambunctious and just preferred to showcase that you could be big and strong just like everyone else.
Jake classified it as a human thing. Just classic toddler behavior. Seeing your big brothers doing something and then believing you had to do the same but he didn’t know how to convince Neytiri so he just dropped the conversation. After all she was purely convinced that you would stop being her baby and well the woman was head strong. Jake figured the whole situation would sort itself sooner or later it always did anyways.
Later that night when it was nearing your bedtime Neytiri stalked over slowly on all fours before scooping you up. You let out a yell of pure shock that morphed into laughter. Squeaky. Carefree.
“MAMA! YOU SCARES ME!”, Neytiri hummed her own soft smile gracing her face as she leaned down to nuzzle your cheek. You didn’t pull but you did crane your head to the side before she was doing it right in front of your brothers and well you were big!
“Come on ma yawntutsyip, it is bath time than bed time”
“Nuh uh Mama! I’m not tired and I’m big! I stay wake with ‘Teyam and ‘O’ak”, you slipped out of Neytiri’s arm nodding your head with certainty. Bedtimes were for babies. You were a warrior now. You had a successful hunt and you were big just like your brothers and they did not have bedtimes.
“Oh you are big uh baby. Mama’s big boy is that right”, Neytiri bent down to cup your face, squishing your cheeks. You nodded wild hair flopping grin widening as she understood. Neytiri sighed with mock defeat, her tail swaying softly behind her as she shrugged her shoulders. “I guess..if you are Mama’s big boy then you can stay with your brothers. Mama will just have to give tuk all her cuddles and stories…”
Neytiri turned on her heels, slowly walking away. You watched her go feet turning inward as you weighed the options. You still wanted mama cuddles. Mama cuddles were the best and Tuk..Tuk didn’t even care for stories. How was she gonna steal yours? Your cheeks puffed out and your eyebrow furrowed as she ran to catch up to her. Neytiri kept her pace slow on purpose trying to keep from smirking when your little hand grabbed hers.
“Wait Mama..I wan cuddles and stories too”
“I know baby but you wanted to stay with your brothers remember. Big boys don’t need cuddles and bedtime stories to go to sleep”
“NO! NO I NAH! I NAH BIG MAMA! I SMALL”, Neytiri didn’t expect you to fold so fast. You begs tugging her arm bouncing up and down on your feet. You weren't that big. You still could get cuddles and stories.
“MAMA I NAH-“
“Ok baby…ok I heard you. Calm down there’s no need to get so worked up”, Neytiri easily picked you up placing you on her hips making your tiny chest pump a thousand miles per minute. Running her thumb down the bridge of your nose before nuzzling your face lightly.
“Mama was just messing with you. She did not mean to make you upset. Ready for bed now little one”
“I still get cuddles n stories..”
Neytiri’s heart could burst at how small your voice was. Using one hand to push your head to rest against her collarbone. “Of course you are my baby. Mama’s darling baby..you will never be too big for cuddles or stories”
Your breathing evened out. Her words true in your ears as you wrapped your arms snug around her neck burying your head deeper into her collarbone. You liked being big but maybe you would stay small just a little bit longer. If being small meant that you would never have to leave your mama’s arms…well you never wanted to be big again.
... I mean, Mark's trauma is SO viscerally wounding to his inner child. His entire perception of his father, his family, and his whole LIFE up until that point has been completely turned on its head. Meanwhile, he still has to be strong to protect Earth from encroaching danger.
I really REALLY would not blame him if his mind shorted out and booted him straight back to toddler years.
And Rex barely even GOT a childhood. He got to be a kid for a few years, and then it was straight to hero training and experimental treatments. I want him to experience that freedom and unabashed care and doting every kid deserves...
^ this is also making me realize that Kate and her brother are ALSO entitled to some hard-core kid time... they were taken much younger :(
Honestly, every hero character who trained from childhood is regressable. Get in my nest. Mars daycare. Mars daycare for characters with overly managed childhoods that didn't feel like childhood.
Can you draw little!Rex and Little!Mark having a playdate? I really love your art! Super inspiring and it makes me so happy seeing agere art of invincible! Keep doing the amazing work! <33
THANK YOUUUU!! I love feeding the invincible agere community 🤲🐶
I ALSO love these two boys. Very very much. And I'm pretty happy with how this turned out!
Rex is reading and Mark is..... also there. The book has pictures. He's happy to be involved <3
Oh my GOSH I’ve been waiting to see more agere invincible content so bad
Could you possibly please gimme cg Eve and little Mark headcanons I adore them sm shahdhjsjshddg
My bad for taking so long, I wanted to finish atleast Season 2 before writing more, and then a lot of personal stuff started hitting me pretty hard rn
Warning: I don’t go into it, but I do kinda reference Marky near the nickname section towards the bottom! I wanted to put a small warning for those who you know the character and his backstory, although there’s nothing explicit or anything there really 👍
^ Also look at this thing I made! :D
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CG Eve w/ Regressor Mark Hcs
⚛️ My personal headcanon is that Mark learned of Age Regression through Eve
💪 ^ Either she also regresses sometimes, or certain people in Teen Team regress, anyhow, she was the one to suggest it
⚛️ Being a superhero is hard! From hiding your identity, or lying to your loved ones. Or even more general life things, like fighting with your parents, school mixing with vigilante stuff–
💪 It’s tough, but there are ways to make it a bit more manageable
⚛️ Whether they’re together or not, Eve is Mark main CG, although it can go between Amber or Debbie
💪 The coolest thing about Eve CGing though? Her superpowers 💪
⚛️ Like flying! Little Mark adores being able to sour around, and Eve is able to fly beside him and make sure he’s not gonna crash!
💪 A game of hide and seek in the clouds? Eve’s a great hider! Mark? Not so much, although it usually always ends up in happy giggles
⚛️ Or being able to manipulate atoms and turn them into almost anything! (I always thought she could just create new ones, but I’m pretty sure she manipulates air atoms or something)
💪 She normally doesn’t use her powers to make him things, but I could definitely see her making him a decorated paci!! One with his aesthetic, maybe Seance Dog inspired or baby blue gems or such
⚛️ Mark’s totally a thumb sucker depending on his headspace, which isn’t very healthy with germs and such :(
💪 But using a binkie? Totally embarrassing!! He’s a grown man, he doesn’t need some pacifier! >:(
⚛️ But Eve secretly making him a personalized pacifier? Well, he’ll try it out, but he probably won't care for it, cause it’s for babies
💪 ^ Liar, it’s one of his favorite objects, especially when he’s had a rough day
⚛️ She also gets him other regression items when he first starts regressing! Like the coloring book I mentioned in the Mark Hcs
💪 Coloring is one of Mark’s favorite activities, and Eve has a whole binder filled with different drawings he made of her! Ones Mark are a bit embarrassed about, but they decorate the cover together as a fun activity!
⚛️ Eve’s pretty decent at pretend play, which means Mark lets her touch some of his collectables, which aren’t toys, they’re collectables
💪 … They will still be playing with them like they’re barbies, even if they’re not… Mark still has a really fun time playing with them
⚛️ Eve’s main nickname is ‘Mama’, although ‘Evie’ is another common one, especially when Mark's still new to regressing
💪 Mark gets blushy at a lot of nicknames, but he enjoys a lot of the classic ones! Little One, Sweetheart, Baby, etc etc
⚛️ ^ I’m hesitant to say Marky, but if it’s pre-kids era, he’ll be okay with that one too
💪 Eve’s favorite ones to call him are Sweetie and Love Bug, they make Mark all giggly, which is nice after a bad day
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Stop, Eve’s one of my favorite characters, recently dyed my hair to look like hers 😏 (it looks nothing like hers)
Also when people tag Eve, do they do her full name? I normally do a CG "Character Name Here", but I don't know if I want to do CG Atom Eve or CG Eve Blah Blah, you know?
Small reminder: I don't recommend watching Invindible while Regressed. It's incredibly gory at times, even if it's a really good show (personal opinion, do what you want Homies <3)
Also these are Season One Hcs!! I haven't seen Season Two yet, so some things might be wrong or ooc!!
Regressor Mark Grayson Moodboard & Hcs
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💪 Has a dog plush that's based off Seance Dog! It's his best friend and companion when he's feeling little
💪 Speaking about feeling little, I can't pinpoint an exact headspace range 🤔
💪 Really depends on his mood, tbh
💪 Either a quiet little guy, or a babbler that likes to go around and do things!
💪 Eve and Debbie are his main CGs
💪 Amber and William too, but it's only after they find out he's ✨Invincible✨
💪 ^ I want to say Omni-man/Nolan, but that really depends on where we are in the show/comics
💪 Littler Mark only goes small small when he's had a tough day, whether it was stressing over his school grades, or a tough mission, or having to lie to his friends
💪 He's more willing to just cuddle up with his favorite plush and watch some 'toons
💪 Bigger Mark likes doing some of the things Big Mark does! Rereading comics, building LEGOs
💪 He's just much more willing to show off his comics, or read them outloud so that you can enjoy them as well! :D
💪 Has a Seance Dog coloring book that Eve got him, super embarrassed about it, but its one of his favorite little activities
💪 I agree with other Regressor Mark Hcs, I think he started regressing after he became a hero!
💪 Prefers teethers to binkies, but it depends on his headspace
💪 Super secrative about his regression! Everything is hidden, and no one will ever find out!!
💪 . . . If you ignore the plushie on his bed, or his coloring book near his comics, or-
💪 If Eve's watching him (or maybe Nolan, or any of his friends who can fly) he adores doing it when he's small!!
💪 Flying around? Playing with the soft clouds? Maybe you two could attempt to play hide and seek!!
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Y'all have any suggestions for his emoji, let me know!! I was tempted to give him 🐳 because it's cute and blue, but I'm not sure yet
Really like this show, it's my new favorite thing rn :3
I've been seeing people talk about kitty and baby wave when I scroll past your posts and I'm curious to know if/when babywave gets caught walking around while little of he willingly goes to the medics or not. Or maybe the Cradle?
Love your work, it's super good! Sorry if this is a long question I hope you're having a good day.
Thank you so much! I love long asks!
Soundwave's telepathy goes a little wild when he's regressed, and it becomes easier to overwhelm him, so he doesn't like being around a lot of mechs at the same time; too many voices in his head.
Little Soundwave can only handle a couple of people around at a time, any more than two is too much. Maybe three if he's feeling particularly tolerant. Lazerbeak is always with him so she already takes a slot.
If he does want company that isn't Lazerbeak, he usually goes after Starscream because he's usually alone. The seeker also likes his space and isn't used to anything else but solitude, so he's perfect for Soundwave to mess with when he's bored.
Starscream doesn't mind the company, but he does mind that Soundwave forces him to take naps with him. He's got work to do! He can't just... take a... nap... zzzzzzzzzz
I loved it make more litel starscream maby wif a con caring for him like soundwave and his casets helping if you want to that is dont want to prescher you
Here they are!
I like to think of Soundwave as a "mama" caregiver! He loves taking care of any regressors that happen to be near him tbh
Also, i personally think of his cassettes (especially Rumble and Frenzy) as also regressors. The twins are however often excited when Starscream is little, so even while they themselves are regressed, they try helping Soundwave out
Like here, they are excited to help with Starscream’s naptime
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