Hello! My name is painter! This is my lovely age re blog hehe! Feel free to ask me stuff! (Nothing personal tho!)
(Just a disclosure this is not my main blog if you find my main don’t mention anything of this one ok!!)
Are you a little or a CG?
I’m actually both! However I don’t have a little of my own, I mainly babysit for my friend’s littles!
What ages do you regress to and how old are you?
I regress from 5-10! I can be younger however, It’s never for that long! But my big age I would rather not disclose, just know I am under 18!
What are your interests?
WELLLL! Pjsk is the main one, but I also really love Hetalia and Twisted Wonderland! Some of my other interests are art, gardening, and baking/cooking!!
What will you post on this blog?
I’ll mainly post silly stuff like card edits or just random things throughout my day or some rants! If you want to you can always request a card edit or drawing of characters!!
Someone should like totally let me rant to them about my hetalia agere headcanons PLEASEEEEEEE (if not I’ll probably do a post about it…) anywayyyyy Im currently writing a fic! There’s like no fics on ao3 that involves Canada and America’s relationship with agere! I saw like one but that wasn’t even them focused! So I’m doing it myselffff!!!
The hyperfixation is taking over… Guys help. I’m literally having a normal day and then all of a sudden I’m like “Hmm I wonder all the different ways Dream’s manipulation/abuse bled into Tommy’s regression” LIKE WHOA EXCUSE YOU BRAIN I WAS TRYING TO BE PRODUCTIVE HERE. Anyway have this in an attempt to get it out of my mind (This won’t work)
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Retirement sounded easy didn’t it? And it should be. It was supposed to be easy. Technoblade made himself a house in the arctic, set himself up to live peacefully. He’d just be alone, Phil would probably visit him but that was all. And that was ok. Phil was always welcome. But… Retirement wasn’t easy. The Voices hated it. There was constantly a war in his head, screaming and shouting, demanding violence, blood. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not anymore. But the Voices… They demanded it
Of course retirement didn’t last, being hunted down and executed didn’t allow for a very peaceful life. Not to mention Techno now had an unwanted house guest… Tommyinnit, living under his floor boards like a rat. Why did he get stuck with the most annoying roommate of all time? But Tommy… As annoying as he was. He’d been through a lot. Was some of it his own fault? Undeniably so yes. But not all of it was. The kid seemed blind to the intentions of those around him, like he saw life through a fun house mirror. It didn’t truly seem all that fun though
But now Techno was learning to be a babysitter, in a rather literal sense. In response to all the trauma and manipulation he’d endured Tommy had started regressing, Techno didn’t do much, but he made sure the kid was safe. The irony of the situation was astounding, he had to watch over Tommy while his own regression remained neglected. It had always been that way, just an apparent reminder from reality that he didn’t take care of himself well enough
Living with Tommy was difficult, but he made do. He had to get double the resources, gods forbid Tommy contributed. He had to cover for Tommy whenever Dream came searching. And… Well he didn’t have alone time anymore. During the day of his execution… That had been beyond stressful. He’d really needed to drop that night. He’d already allowed himself in his mind. The Voices were satiated, satisfied with Quackity’s death at his hands. But then Tommy was there. And there wasn’t a single moment Tommy wasn’t there ever since
But letting it build up like this was worse. His head hurt, not helped by the pounding of the Voices in his head. He needed some time. Just a little bit. So when Tommy said he’d be busy… Techno didn’t question it. He went to his room and set things up nicely. A crow plushie that reminded him of Phil and a coloring book. It wasn’t much. He didn’t allow himself much. Maybe he could get a snack… So he started traveling downwards. Nothing fancy. Tommy was already wasting the gapples like they were nothing. Steak wasn’t exactly a kid’s food… But it was efficient, that was good enough
Unfortunately. Things were never that easy. He hadn’t heard the sound of chests opening and closing, the Voices were making his ears ring, but sure enough Tommy was sat on the floor, munching on a gapple and rifling through chests. Techno stared at him for a minute, trying to recalculate his plans. He couldn’t do this if Tommy was here. He couldn’t tell Tommy to leave though…
Technoblade’s silence allowed Tommy the chance to jump in, as he quite frequently did. The blond boy looked up with a grin, waving frantically “Heyyy Techy” Techno had to fight the urge to sigh. Of course. Tommy was regressed. That made it far more difficult to set him up entertaining himself. How should he handle this..? He wasn’t in a good spot to watch Tommy right now. Wasn’t fair to the kid. But there weren’t many options…
Techno crouched down next to Tommy, staring disappointed at the fruit in the boys hand, Tommy didn’t even look embarrassed about being caught. Techno nodded towards the chest Tommy’s hand was in “Wha’ ya doin’ there?” He cringed at his own speech, words were slurred, and the tone was too soft… He cleared his throat, trying to force himself to be more adult. It wasn’t working very well…
Luckily Tommy seemed oblivious, slowly pulling away from the chest as he didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. He pouted softly up at Techno “Wan’ toys!” Of course. Tommy was trying to neglect the few rules they had set. Toys were put high up to force Tommy to communicate that he was regressed when it happened. Clearly, that wasn’t working. It was to try and avoid this exact situation. Techno only sighed, reaching up to grab a few toys, a bee plushie and a horse. Tommy got plushies of all Techno’s pets, but it seemed like an excuse to have a bee without saying the true reason. He also seemed rather attached to the turtle. The green turtle, with a smiley face. Techno tried to steer him away from that whenever he could
Tommy cheered as he saw his toys come into view, reaching out his hands and chanting “Bubs” (The bees name). Techno handed it over, trying to buy himself more time. He was pushing away his own brain fog, but… His head hurt from the strain of it. Real bad. He couldn’t keep this up for long… He needed someone else to watch Tommy. That much was obvious. What were his options? Well Dream knew about it, but that seemed like the worst idea possible. Phil would take care of Tommy… But he was too nice. He’d also insist on watching Techno. He didn’t deserve that. He needed to be alone. Gods forbid Phil tried to make them play together… So that left… Ghostbur? Unreliable at best, but he was the closest Tommy had to a caregiver… They could try that
You whispered to Wilbur Soot: tommys small
Not overly descriptive, but words were difficult, if his spelling seemed off he could get found out… Better to seem vague and upset. Maybe then Ghostbur would prioritize it
Wilbur Soot whispered to you: tell him I said hi!!!! :D
Technoblade sighed, glancing at Tommy. He did not verbalize that Ghostbur said hi
You whisper to Wilbur Soot: wanna watch him?
Wilbur Soot whispered to you: i could
Wilbur Soot whispered to you: im kinda busy though
Wilbur Soot whispered to you: and far away
Wilbur Soot whispered to you: where are you again?
This didn’t seem promising. At all. But there wasn’t another option… He settled for sending his coordinates, Ghostbur would be here right? For Tommy. Techno settled on the ground next to Tommy, loosely holding the horse plushie. He wanted the real Carl. Could he just go sit in the horses stable? Maybe Tommy wouldn’t follow him out there. He could just rest… He was drug out of his thoughts by Tommy making a very loud “Bzzzz” sound as he swirled Bubs around in the air. Hitting Techno square in the face more than once. Tommy was being a kid, that was all. Still an annoying kid. He wanted to hurt him
Instead he took a slow breath, Phil helped him learn breathing exercises. He wanted Phil… He could control this. On his own. Just until Ghostbur made it. So he leaned back to avoid being hit then had the Carl plushie gallop up to Tommy, the blonde happily gasped and made Bubs fly down to him. Crisis averted right? It was a little hard to keep up with the nonsensical plot, but Tommy had their plushie friends going on an adventure of some kind, all around the house, and outside. It was exhausting, why did Tommy have so much energy? Maybe it was from the gapples, he bitterly considered as he watched Tommy munch on another one
Tommy just kept being more of a brat though. He’d wander outside, then back in and leave the doors open, put random stuff in the nicely organized chests, he kept changing his mind on which plushy he wanted. He even went to the extent of punching Techno to get Carl. Which did nothing of course, but still. Why couldn’t he hit Tommy back? Tommy’s lip jutted out in a pout when he didn’t get the plushy he wanted. Not to the point of crying, so it was fine right? But then Tommy started trying to pry the horse out of Techno’s grip. And it wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Why couldn’t he keep this one? Tommy gave him this one. Why was Tommy so annoying?
And then things got worse. His head hurt, that fuzzy feeling was spreading without his permission, the voices were loud, they wanted blood, and they didn’t like Tommy. It felt like losing control. Red rimming the edges of Technoblade’s vision. He pushed out as hard as he could to get Tommy off of him, standing up with slightly labored breathing. And… And that made it worse. Tommy was cowering under him, Techno easily towered over the boy. He looked scared. Confused, he didn’t know what he’d done wrong, but when he looked up at Techno’s eyes he looked scared. And within seconds there were tears streaming down the blonde boys face. And… He’d caused that
Tommy needed comfort. But Techno could not give that right now. He’d just proven that. So… He just left. Stormed off to his own room and blocked himself in. Tommy needed help and Ghostbur still wasn’t here. Onto the next best option then…
You whispered to PhilZa: help toms
You whispered to PhilZa: now
Not polite, he knew he should add some manners on there, but there wasn’t time for that. And he didn’t really feel like it. Luckily Phil gave a quick response, and he didn’t ask questions
PhilZa whispered to you: on my way man
Techno let out a small relieved sigh. Phil could take care of Tommy. This was fine. Techno crawled to sit near the ladder so he could listen. And he heard… Crying. A lot of crying. Tommy was just absolutely sobbing. Was he actually hurt..? Probably. He got pushed pretty hard. Even if he wasn’t he’d definitely been scared… Techno glanced at his crow plushie, waiting patiently on his bed. He didn’t deserve that though. The only distraction he allowed himself was the sound of Tommy’s sobs. He deserved to think about what he’d done
It took a few minutes. Phil was pretty far away after all… But eventually a door opened. Tommy’s sobbing went dead silent, it sounded like he wasn’t even breathing. But then there was Phil’s voice “Hey Tom’s. You doin’ alright? Come on bud, no need to cry” That didn’t seem to work though, instead the sobbing started back up. Techno could hear Phil gently shushing the boy, humming gently. Being patient. Phil was good at that… Eventually the sobbing faded to small sniffles, Techno could hear Phil moving around, setting up a music player for Tommy to put on his disc. That seemed to help a lot
But eventually Phil… Stopped making sense. He said he needed to go get something? Tommy already had his toys. What else could he need? But then there was a knock on the door to Techno’s room, soft and quiet, but it made his heart pound all the same
PhilZa whispered to you: if you dont let me in ill talk
PhilZa whispered to you: toms will hear
They couldn’t have that… So Techno moved his barricade, then moved as far away as he could, curling up in a corner of the room. Phil climbed into the room and looked around, when his gaze landed on the piglin man it softened. He sat down near the door, distance between them “Hey there mate, think you might be a bit too little to be taking care of Tom’s right now?” Techno stared down at his lap feeling the shame weighing heavy on his head, but he nodded
Phil only chucked though “It’s alright, no need to look so down. You asked me for help, that’s what’s important here. You did good” They sat in silence for a bit until Techno looked up again, he was instantly met with a gentle smile “Can you explain what happened?” No. No he really couldn’t. It felt like he’d completely lost his voice. No words could make their way out. But… He could try not using words? He tapped his head, hitting it harder than he needed to, then pointed towards where Tommy was, then pushed his hands away from him
Phil stared at him for a moment, trying to piece things together. Apparently he did “Voices loud today? Don’t think they like the retired life so much. It’s alright though. Tommy’s alright, just a bit shaken up is all. You could… Go apologize maybe? Play with him?” Techno was shaking his head before Phil even got a chance to finish talking. The bird man kept going though “You sure? I’ll be right there mate, I won’t let anything happen” Techno just kept shaking his head though. Phil held his hands up in surrender “Alright, you stay here then. That’s alright”
Phil glanced towards the plushy on Techno’s bed “You wanna grab your friend there?” Techno instantly shook his head, to which Phil cocked his own to the side “You sure? He might get lonely” That made Techno reconsider. Phil stood up with a chuckle, grabbing the bird and handing it over to the kid “There ya go. Hold onto him. I’m gonna go check on Tom’s now, I’ll be back in a bit alright?” Techno nodded, and Phil went back down where Tommy was
That was how the night continued, Phil would move between the two little’s, keeping them both content and safe. More time was spent with Tommy as the blonde was far clingier, but Phil always checked in with Technoblade and made time to go up to him. There was a balance. And eventually both littles were able to drift off to sleep
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I need to find DSMP agere fans to just chat with… Might even make a community? Idk how they work but I NEED people to talk to about this I’m going insane. If anyone’s interested… DM me… Please…
Anyway on a side note I’m getting close to 400 followers… Special coming up soon :3
On ANOTHER side note my birthdays officially a week away and ahhhh I kinda wanna just skip it. Wdym I’m growing up. I’m like 4
[DNI ID: A white box with a red border. Technoblade Minecraft skin to the left and Tommyinnit Minecraft skin to the right. Red text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]
I’m currently at a friends house for a sleepover? but we’re sleeping in separate rooms, which is super scary, I don’t like sleeping in a new place alone without a friend! Plus the room has super big scary mirror that faces the bed
I NEED to see regressors drawing themselves/personas with their fictional caregivers ASAP
I’ll go first.. 😌
Sans is definitely one of my fictional caregivers no questions asked. I absolutely love undertale!
Now I'ma just start spit balling Charaters who I'd like to be my fictional cg. More undertale characters: Toriel and Asgore, as well as Bear from Bear in the big blue house, Eddie Dear from welcome home aaand it’s late so I’ll have to edit this later and add more!
This is a SAFE FOR WORK AGE REGRESSION BLOG. SFW interactions only, please.
Name: Romano
Age: 14-16
Little age: 0-1
I really love Hetalia. It’s my favourite show right now.
I do not care if you are a fan of things like South Park, Hetalia, Homestuck, Hamilton, Steven Universe, Camp Camp. I do not care if you’re “cringe” (cringe culture is dead and ableist anyways). I do not care if you fit the “silly cars” stereotype. I do not care if you are a RPF shipper. As long as you aren’t on my DNI list and don’t make my life harder than it needs to be, feel free to interact
DNI List
I use the “Germany protects this blog” blinker a lot. I use it because I do not want any weirdos following me, liking my posts, or re-blogging my posts. But there are some things on my DNI list that the blinker dosen’t tell you because the blinker was pre-made by someone else.
DNI IF:
-If you are under the age of 13. You are too young for this app.
- If you are apart of r/fakedisordercringe, or any subreddits like that
- If you are a radqueer or anything like that
- If you are an endo
- If you are a pro/dark shipper
- If you are one of those mfs who say “any fans of South Park, Hazbin Hotel, Homestuck, Hetalia, Hamilton, Steven Universe dni”. It’s really chronically online, immature, and obnoxious that you are acting like this at 25 years old.
-If you are one of those “fandom mamas” that use “puriteen” or any phrases like that unironically, y’all are weird and give me the heebie jeebies.
-If you are someone who likes ACTUAL irredeemable media (snuff films, tcoall, etc)
-If you are T.R.A.S.H. (racists, ableists, antisemetics, homophobics, transphobics, sexists.)
-If you are a neo nazi or agree with Adolf Hitler’s values
- If you are MAGA.
-If you have a history of harming anyone
-If you are a dualcom or whatever you guys are called.
- and most importantly, if you are any of the things listed on the blinker. This is a SAFE FOR WORK page.
Sorry I’ve been away for so long!! I just haven’t known what to put! I got a Moomin plush and I’m currently making a Pjsk agere server and a hetalia fic! I’ll get them done eventually, Anyway! Take some paci edits!!
it’s been nearly 4 months since i last posted any content ack…but here’s an eepy baby rice :3
dunno if i’ll be back from my hiatus or not but i wanted to doodle this cuz we’ve been getting into the horse game lately…hope u guys like it!! (there needs to be more uma agere on here hehe)
@agerekelsie I got begged to doodle her I think idk
this is so bad I shouldn’t even be posting it . also my real accs watermark idk steal this and I’ll . not care actually it’s ass and took like 10 mins just try not to for me okay
how does umamusume have absolutely zero actual agere fics on ao3 when this is the franchise with super creek in it. cursed to be mama but with no babies
Hi guys! It’s been a long while! I swear I’m alive but school has killed me lol, welll here’s some awesome paci edits I did! You are free to use them as pfps w/o credit! Suggestions and requests are open!
Have a good day/night guys!!!
(HUGE THANK YOU TO @littleakito FOR MAKING THE DNI THING! YOU’RE THE COOLEST)
