Agere Ficlet Requests: 3/3 (See here for more information)
Agere Moodboard Requests: 4/5
Hello there. :) Welcome to my blog, my name is Gilear, I use he/him pronouns and I am a fictive of Gilear Faeth from Fantasy High in a system. I am also the mod for @gilearstimboards which posts both agere friendly and non-agere friendly stimboards.
I am also an adult, who is involved with the agere community. Our system does regress but I, Gilear, am a caregiver.
My profile picture is that of the autistic caregiver flag made by abc04 with the Gilear talking plush available in the dropout store edited in front of it. My header is from this post by girasois. My divider that I use is one from this post by strangergraphics.
On this blog I will be:
Reblogging agere content and stimboards
Answering any asks I feel comfortable with answering
Curating an agere friendly space
Generally posting as a caregiver
Please do not:
Continuously bother me if I have rejected an ask
Pressure me to work on this blog when I am taking a break
DNI:
Age regression sexualisers
NSFW centric accounts (if you post sexually explicit content including art/fics and obviously irl NSFW content), blogs that post/reblog sex education do not count.
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☆ ; gilear reblogs = my reblogs
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☆ ; gilear info = info about me or psas
Claimed anons (You can claim one by asking in my ask box!):
hii m not sures if requests is open, so sorry if theyre closed n i missed it but m wanted to ask if please can i request a cg!sans moodboard please and please can it feature shaker/resin charm thingys and plushies? tysm m hopes youre doing okay n also can i be 🍼 anon
It's okay, 🍼 anon. :) I am trying to return to making moodboards. I have been so busy but I have some time today. :D
I would be happy to try to do that for you. Adding you to the queue.
hi papa gilear, I'm really tryin not to regress cuz I can't really pull myself out of being small, but it's really really hard. i only have two days off a week that I can be small all day and not hafta think so much but I hafta call my parents later today and I hafta do stuff with my brother the other day.
i haven't been able to regress as much lately cuz my brother's been staying with me until he can get his own place and I love him and im glad I see him more but Iv also been feeling really down cuz I haven't been able to really relax for a while since I hafta make sure I'm super quiet and stay in my room if I am small which has been makin me feel really sad and lonely :(
(sorry this is venty, you don't hafta answer, I don't really have anyone I can talk to abt this and I just wanted to get it outta my brain)
That's alright little one, I'm glad you felt brave enough to tell someone how you feel. That sounds like quite a difficult situation, I'm sorry that it's been hard for you. It can be difficult when you want to express who you are but there are things in the way which mean you can't - even if you are mostly happy with the situation.
I'm going to come up with some small activities to do quietly in your room, to maybe help you or littles like you. Hopefully these can help you have fun whilst still staying quiet. These activities are also good for regressors who don't want others to know they are regressors.
Shadow Puppets - Take any lamp or light source, if you have a phone you can use its flash. Shine it against a flat surface and practise making shapes with your hands, maybe you can make creatures or beautiful patterns?
Quiet Pretend Play - You can whisper or imagine big voices in your head as you do your pretend play. Maybe you can pretend that you're sneaking around a big sleeping dragon to save your teddy. :) Or perhaps your teddy is a knight with you.
Drawing/Colouring - Arts and crafts are a great way to play quietly, however drawing and colouring are best as they don't require much material and can be seen as an activity for adults. Mindfulness colouring books/pages are a great thing for regressors who want to hide they are. You don't have to colour in the lines if you don't want to. :)
Hii, I know it’s quite early lol, but I saw your ficlet requests were open!! So I wanted to submit :3
May I please request a ficlet where little!Adaine gets overstimulated/overwhelmed while somewhere crowded with Aelwyn, so Aelwyn takes her somewhere quieter? Maybe include Aelwyn getting a bit (over)protective because some people are looking at Adaine weird? If possible?
Thank you in advance, and do take your time!!
Hello there, little Adaine. :) I'm very happy that you requested me and I love the idea for this prompt. I just have a couple questions, just to make it extra personalised:
Would you like Adaine to experience more of a shutdown or a meltdown or another option?
I seem to remember that you mentioned that you don't like in fics when people touch. Would you like me to avoid those types of descriptions? (As I have done in a previous fic e.g. Spring Bonnie Caregiver)
Would you like this to be set in the Fantasy High world or just in general?
Which pronouns would you prefer for Adaine?
If you're unsure about any of these, you're welcome to leave it up to me. :) But I want to make something you enjoy and so I don't want to assume something and you only feel half satisfied with the product.
Regressor Robin Buckley with Babysitter Eddie Munson
Words: 1,329
Early mornings, when half the world was still waking up, Robin would let herself go. With no one to watch and judge, that little voice in the back of her mind took over and she could once again cuddle her stuffies, and allow her responsibilities to disappear for just a little while. This time, which had been exclusively private, had slowly increased and increased until it had bled over into the rest of her mundane life.
Steve had been the first to notice of course, and he didn't really say anything about it at first. He instead just left Robin to play with his keys a bit while he did the video restocking. It was a strange routine, but a comfortable one. No questions asked, no uncomfortable answers to give.
That was until their silence broke, after Steve found Robin in the back closet crying her eyes out for a reason she couldn't explain. The conversation that followed was a long one, filled with a lot of uncertainty - but what struck Robin was the gentleness in Steve's voice, how he held her hand when her words became stuck. She never saw contempt, or disgust cross his face - instead a great deal of understanding. An understanding she was surprised he had, until the day he left Eddie to babysit her.
Robin's tummy had churned at first with the thought of it. She liked Eddie, of course she did, but Steve was the only one who had seen her like that. She didn't know Eddie like that. She clung tightly to Steve's hand as they walked up to the trailer, her fingernails digging into his hand and her steps becoming a little more wobbly as she threatened to drop.
Steve gave her hand a little squeeze in return, and before he even knocked on Eddie's door he turned Robin to look at him, a thumb wiping away her tear. "I'm sorry, I know this is really new and a big change, but I just don't have the time to look after you today. An emergency's come up. You understand, don't you?" He asked.
Robin nodded, because of course she did. It just didn't make it any better.
"Now, I've given Eddie your bag of things, so he will have everything, okay? If you need anything, you know which number to call. I think you're gonna have a great time, just be nice to Eddie."
"Promise?" Robin managed to eek out, her ability to word vomit rapidly slipping along with her.
"I promise, he's the kindest guy I know," he said with a little smile, which allowed Robin's shoulders relax a little.
Once Steve was comfortable, he knocked on the trailer door, and the sound of something falling came from inside. Robin flinched, and Steve squeezed her hand in response. The two didn't have to wait long before the door flung open and a grinning Eddie Munson greeted them. He bowed deeply and gestured with his arm inside of the trailer.
"Young Robin, my castle is yours for the day," he said as he looked up to meet her eyes. Robin paused for a moment, looking to Steve for reassurance before shuffling forward and going up the stairs. She grabbed Eddie's hand for stability.
"Remember, Eds, make sure she doesn't stay up too late. She'll get cranky," Steve said before walking backwards towards his Beemer. Robin gave a shy little wave goodbye, alongside Eddie's little one that madethe light catch on his rings.
Once Steve was gone, Eddie looked over at Robin, and tilted his head a little. "You doing okay there, little knight?" He asked, Robin seemed a little surprised at the nickname but it settled quickly. Instead, her eyes wandered around the trailer with curiosity, the first thing it caught on was a bunch of minifigures scattered on the coffee table on newspaper. The smell of fresh paint filled the trailer, and the cool breeze from outside.
Ignoring the fact Robin didn't answer, he just followed her gaze to the minis. "You like my minis?" He asked with a smile, and Robin looked back at him a little confused. "Oh yes, of course, you have yet to be initiated into the wonderful world of Dungeons and Dragons," he said, putting on a voice which made Robin laugh a little.
"Well then, we'd better fix that pronto!" He said as he took her over to where he'd been painting.
"These are all the new minis for the campaign I'm gonna run soon. Still need a couple players though..." he trailed off as he looked over at Robin, who just stared back.
"Say... how would you like to make a character?" He asked. "I bet you'd fit... a ranger best. Or-" he gasps. "A bard! Oh yes Robbie, you'd make a great bard," he giggled excitedly. Robin just looked at him as all the words went over her head, a little smile on her face. Something felt off though, and a tickly uncomfortable feeling was starting in her face and chest. Her nose crumpled up a little and she started fiddling with her sleeves.
"Or maybe we just start with a plushie and a toy for now?" He asked, his voice getting notably quieter and careful. The feeling began to dissipate, and she nodded a little bit, which made Eddie start rumamging in a nearby bag, before handing her Ruffkins (her puppy stuffie) and a plastic dragon. She frowned at the dragon, running her fingers over its unfamiliar texture and looking at its red colouring. She looked back up at Eddie curiously.
"Gift from me to you, little knight, I thought you might like it," he said with a big grin. Before Robin could do anything about it, a tear spilt over and she began to sniffle. Eddie liked her like this. The thought rolled around in her head, and she looked up at him before launching into a hug.
"Woah!" He laughed softly, before rubbing her back and soothing her. "There, there, that's a very nice thank you though, thanks kid," he added quickly as he brought a blanket around the both of them. Robin looked up at Eddie. "Thanks.. for dragon," she mumbled, beginning to make it walk across the blanket, before making it soar in the clouds above. He watched with a smile. "Of course, Robbie," he said as he took off one of his rings. She smiled as she noticed its shape, a dragon with its wings spread. Soon enough, both a beautiful silver dragon and a powerful red dragon were soaring in the skies above.
Robin pushed away every worry, and just allowed herself to sit near Eddie, as she began to make tiny little roars and the sound of wind under wings. Eddie began to make similar sounds, and then a light sing-songy voice.
"Oh, red dragon, what strong wings you have, you must have flown through all the lands by now."
Robin replied, in a deeper voice. "I have to stay strong, to fight off the evil humans."
"Humans?" Eddie responded, with a surprised voice. "Are they coming here? To our sanctuary?"
"Unfortunately so..." Robin growled thoughtfully. "Will you help me protect the kingdom, silver dragon?"
"Of course, I would defend it with my life," he said.
Before long, the two of them were engrossed in a battle for the ages, each of their dragons swooping down at the minis until all the humans were defeated. Once they were done, a celebration began - with milk and cookies for the dragon's handlers.
Before she knew it, Robin's eyes were drooping and she began to cuddle back up with Eddie with her blanket. Wordlessly, Eddie wrapped her up like a little burrito and put cushions under head until she was off to the land of nod. He, of course, made sure Ruffkins was within reach and went to go clean up a little bit before she woke again - and their adventures could continue.
Credits: + +
Extra Notes: I hope you like the direction I took. :) I like Robin being a quiet regressor as compared to her everyday self.
If you're in a part of the world where it's getting colder right now, remember to wrap up warm. Keeping your hands and feet warm can be a struggle, so remember to wear gloves and socks if you can. :)
If you're in a part of the world where it's getting warmer right now, remember to dress cool for the weather. Keep hydrated and remember your deodorant. :)
First off!! It’s so cool that you’re doing ficlet requests now!!! :O I’m not gonna send a request rn bc requests are closed and I respect that, but I think it’s super exciting!!
And while I’m here, fun fact: did you know that siamese cats are actually something called temperature sensitive albinos? That means that depending on the temperature, their fur changes color!! So the colder they are, the darker the dark parts of their fur get
Okay that’s all I wanted to say!! Bye :) I hope things are well
Hello there, Adaine. :) It's so good to hear from you.
Thank you, I'm excited about it too, and I hope to be doing them sometimes, but I'm pacing myself because life is very busy right now. Thank you for respecting that. :)
I did not know that fun fact. :) Thank you for sharing, that is so interesting.
I hope things are very well with you little one. :) Thank you for saying hello, it made me smile.
hallo! marble hornets anon :) i’m sorry if my wording was confusing! i like to think they are able to be just tim and brian around the reader because that’s their kid! when they are on missions they have the personality’s of hoody and masky, but when they come home, like i said, they are more just “brian and tim”. im sorry if thats still confusing 😓 you can write for hoody and masky if thats what you are most comfortable with!
That's okay anon, that makes a lot more sense to me now. :) Absolutely, I can make sure they're Brian and Tim around the little one. I just wanted to make sure that I had the characters right, and had the time in canon right so I could deliver you something you really love. :)
hello! i saw that you were opening requests! could you please do cg! brian + cg! tim (marble hornets) with a baby regressor reader? :) maybe they had put the baby to sleep before leaving for a mission thinking they would sleep all night but as they got back they found the baby has escaped and watching tv late at night! thank you!
Hello, anon. :) That's a very sweet idea, I would be happy to do that for you. When you say mission, are you referring more to Hoody and Masky as characters? Just want to make sure what you mean exactly, because the characterisation would be different. :)
Exhausted and Disabled Caregiver!Michael Afton (Post-Scoop) with Regressor Reader
Words: 596
Rain pitter pattered gently upon the window, creating little refracted patterns of light in the little bedroom. Overhead, grey clouds covered what little of the Autumn sun there was left, and Michael sighed softly. With one tired hand, he pulled up more of the blankets over his shoulder, repressing yet another shiver. Quietly, silently, he watched that rain down his window, before each droplet reached his windowsill. A small impression of a smile began to appear on his face as his eyes fell on a small plush sitting there. One of his little one's first gifts to him.
It wasn't anything much, but to him it meant almost everything. Its little scratched up button eyes, its well loved and flattened fur, and its slightly lopsided ears all added to its charm. His little buddy, his little Foxy. Slowly, he blinked away some of the exhaustion, enough to try and reach a hand out to grab his little friend. A pain shot up his arm as he reached out, and he winced audibly.
Before he could think to repress another one, he heard some shuffling from down on the floor and he saw his little one pop their head up. You watched him with curious eyes, taking in just how tired he was and how he was reaching for his Foxy. Quickly, you climb onto the bed - careful not to touch him. Your hands close around the little plush gently, and you plop it into his waiting hand. He gives you a warm smile.
"You're such a kind kid, you know that? Really observant too, that's a wonderful skill," he said as he began to lay back on the bed, rubbing his thumb gently across his plushie's fur. Your own plushie was buried in your arms, its fur also gently soothing your skin.
He sighs again with effort as he sits up a little further. "I'm sorry I'm not too playful today," he says with genuine regret in his voice.
Your face scrunches up a little, then relaxes. "It's okay to have bad days, 'specially when you feel poorly."
Something in his eyes softens, and some of the tension visibly leaves his shoulders, you could have sword you saw some tears brimming in his eyes.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he says, before wiggling Foxy's head, he pauses as he looks down, and Foxy play whispers in his ear. He fake gasps, and you feel a giggle escape you.
"Foxy says he has a game idea... how about we're window pirates, and our ship is a raindrop on the window? How about you pick a droplet, and I'll pick one, then we can race?" He asked, as he wrapped the blankets a little closer around him.
You nod quickly. "Okay!" You smile, as you look up at the window, quickly picking a droplet. He picks one too, and the race begins!
You spend almost an hour there with him, picking droplets again and again, sometimes he does a little pirate voice that always makes you laugh.
You knew not to play for long, and you looked over as you saw Michael's eyes start to droop. After your 15th race, you hop down off the bed and watch as he begins to drift to sleep.
You look at the toys scattered on the floor, then up at him sleeping, and you begin to play - watching him every now and then.
He may not be able to run around all the time, but you don't mind. He's one of the most gentle caregivers you've ever had.
Credits: + +
Extra Notes: Something about Michael just conveys the softest caregiver to me who is not afraid to compliment his little. He has an imaginative soul and is playful and kind. I hope you enjoyed, and you liked my interpretation of his character. :)
Hello little ones. :) Are you missing winter like me? Come imagine a snow day with Papa Gilear with plenty of hot chocolate (and marshmallows) just for you. :)
That is very kind of you to say. :) Thank you very much. I'm not sure I'm too admirable (I just do things that bring me and others joy), but I do appreciate it.
Yay!! Take absolutely as long as you need to :D!
I can be very touch adverse as little (it was very heart warming to see you so kind about it, I really with that anon), I feel like Jawbone would be such a calming voice, can comfort you without all the touch stuff; (he also made me realize that "kiddo" is my favorite little word); maybe doing board games, where he hypes you up, just like a comfy warm prescence
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I love that idea, I'm very excited to do this little ficlet for you. :) You're added to the list now. Thank you for the request as always.
Caregivers!Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan with Regressors!Dustin, Mike and Will
Requested by: anon
Words: 907
Steve hadn't originally planned for his home to become the default hangout spot for three energetic regressors - then again he did cave almost instantly. He sighed as he stood there in the kitchen, bringing out all the mugs he had and filling them with hot chocolate powder. His other hand was lazily stirring the milk on the stove. He could hear the three of them going nuts in the other room, and his stomach twisted at the possibility of another broken vase. His stomach began to gnaw, and he could hear the distant sounds of bickering. He eyed the phone on the wall, and with the sound of another annoyed yell, he picked it up and dialed Nancy's number.
It rung for a while, and Steve's leg was starting to shake with worry and impatience. It wasn't until the fourth ring, that he finally heard a click and Nancy's voice come in over the phone.
"Steve? You alright?" She asked, her voice already on edge.
"Nance, thank-" he stopped himself, before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Nance, can you come over and uh... watch your brother? They're all bickering and I need to watch the stove, but I need to watch them too because if I don't there's gonna be a broke-"
"Woah woah, slow down Steve. Of course I can come over, I'm not really doing anything right now. Want me to bring Jonathan?" She asked. Steve couldn't stop his sigh of relief.
"Honestly? That'd be perfect," He said as he continued to stir the milk.
"Alright, we're on our way. We'll be five minutes, think you can hold down the fort 'til then?"
Steve chuckled a little down the phone, holding it to his ear with his shoulder as he started to pour the milk into the mugs.
"Ha ha very funny," he sighed. "Just get here fast before your brother explodes."
He heard a quick tut on the phone before a click, prompting Steve to put the phone back on the wall.
"Steeeeeve," came a loud whine from the living room, and Steve had to pause his stirring to look through and see Dustin and Mike fighting over the Millenium Falcon, while Will was sat in the corner looking honestly like he was about to start crying. He quickly put his towel over his shoulder as he approached the doorway.
"Hey, hey, hey. We need to share our toys," Steve said, trying to put on his best stern voice. "Dustin, Mike, if you can't play nicely together, you need to play separately," he said as he approached the two boys, his eyes quickly flicking over to Will who was hugging his knees.
The two other boys crossed their arms and were refusing to look at each other. Steve let out another long sigh. "Look Nancy and Jonathan will be-"
He was interrupted by the sound of a doorbell. Saved by the bell... he thought to himself as he quickly ran to the door to open it, seeing a very cold Nancy and Jonathan at the doorstep. He quickly ushered them in, and as soon as Will saw Jonathan he quickly ran and hugged his brother's leg, starting to cry a little bit into his jeans.
Jonathan kneeled down, wrapping Will in his arms. "Oh Will..." he murmured as he stroked through his hair. "It's okay, come on... let's go and sit on the couch, yeah?" He said as he guided his little brother to the couch and wrapped him up in a warm blanket.
Nancy, meanwhile was looking at the two bickering regressors, and put her hands on her hips. "Okay you two, you've given Steve quite enough trouble for tonight. How about we settle down on the couch and watch a movie, and put all that bickering behind us, hm?"
Dustin and Mike both nodded quickly, and Dustin ran up to go and hug Nancy, which she quickly returned. Mike, meanwhile, turned back to Steve with a huge guilty look on his face. Steve saw his face scrunching up, threatening the beginning of tears. "M sorry Steve.." He mumbled through a shaky voice. Steve got down onto Mike's level. "It's okay Mikey, I know how tricky it can be for you sometimes. But I really appreciate you apologising. Do you wanna come sit with me while we watch a movie? There'll be hot chocolate," Steve offered and Mike nodded, wiping his eyes of any tears that had spilt over.
Jonathan, who had Will sitting on his lap wrapped in a blanket, looked over at the rest of them. "I think Will should get to pick the movie, don't you think?" A question which earned nods all around, although a reluctant one from the two other regressors.
"Which film do you want, Will?" He asked, to which Will whispered something in his ear. "The Last Unicorn? Good choice," he said as he got up and put the movie in the player, before sitting down back with his little brother.
Will settled into watching the movie instantly, and after a while Dustin and Mike did too (once bribed with hot chocolate). Steve noticed how intensely Mike was watching the film after a while, long after Dustin had fallen asleep and Will's eyes were drooping.
It wasn't easy having so many regressors around sometimes, but he knew then that he wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world.
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Extra Notes: I hope you enjoyed, anon. :) I had quite a bit of fun imagining their dynamics and thinking about how best to write it with all of them.
