My name's Jack! I love to hyperfixate on Dinosaurs, the owl house, Hazbin hotel, pokemon, Zelda, dungeons and dragons, Andrew Joseph White books, fnaf security breach, and sometimes ninjago and Dead End Paranormal Park. I'm a baby regressor and a minor!! I do a lot of Agere Fandom stuff
Also, I am a padded regressor (Means I wear padding/diapers when regressed for COMFORT) and will probably be posting some of that stuff too (all SFW btw)
(Btw my picrew pfp is by jayivee)
Heres the stuff I do!
Fanfics
Art
Headcanons
scenario mini fics
sometimes moodboards!
Stuff I won't do:
Pet regression (I'm not very educated on the petre community and I really don't want to get anything wrong or accidentally offend someone)
Nsfw
Too vague prompts
Teen regression (same reason as petre basically)
Sometimes characters Im not interested in
If I haven't done your request within like 2 weeks, I likely temporarily got out of the hyperfixation, but do not fret! I will probably return to it within a couple more weeks to a couple months. Remember, these are requests, I do these for fun. So please don't be upset if I don't end up doing your request
Writing requests: open
Art requests: maybe
Asks: Open
RP: Open
My accounts:
@jacksfandomrandom for non-agere related things
If you do not know what agere/age regression is, then you're (kind of) in luck! I made an info sheet all about agere here
Starting to watch Fantasy High again and I feel like Gorgug would HATE verbal fighting and yelling. It stresses the him out and is very overstimulating
He'd probably like, regress in his room with his headphones on, blasting music into his ears. And honestly, Adaine would probably be there with him too because of trauma. They sit together and help each other cope from the loud and scary yelling.
Summary: Miya gets put into the care of Cherry and Joe after an incident with his parents and Adam. As his new guardians they try to help him recover from his trauma through age regression. Miya is defiant at first, but will soon learn to accept it.
Miya grumbled in the backseat of the car while his Social Worker drove him to his new home. The past couple months had been crazy. With the cases against Adam and his parents, Miya had been moved into a new home, one that would apparently “help” him adjust to normal life again. But at this point, Miya didn’t even know what “normal life” was. He could barely even remember a time where he wasn’t stressed with competitions and where his parents were actually taking care of him instead of forcing him into lessons with Adam, no matter how many times he tried to tell them about him.
Miya didn’t understand why he needed to go into a new home. Wouldn’t it just be easier to send him off to boarding school or have him live on his own? He practically was already doing that anyways, with how often his parents took vacations.
“We’re almost there, Miya,” His social worker announced, “It may be different than what you are used to, but your new family is going to help you get better,”
He hated how she said “get better”. Although he knew she was talking about trauma and ptsd, he didn’t think he really had it. There was nothing to get better from in his point of view.
When they finally pulled up to his new home, he was surprised that it actually looked somewhat nice. He expected foster homes to be overcrowded and small. The social worker stepped out of the car and helped grab Miya’s duffel bag. The boy himself took his skateboard and backpack, not wanting anyone to touch it.
She knocked on the door with Miya standing beside her and waited for someone to open. After hearing shuffling coming from inside, eventually the door opened. A pink, long haired man with glasses stood in front of him. Immediately Miya recognized him as Cherry, the AI skater from S. His new guardian was going to be him? That was actually somewhat cool. Maybe he’d let Miya join the national team again and go to competitions.
“Miya, this is Kaoru, he’ll be one of your caregivers,” His social worker said. Normally, Miya thought the right term for it was “guardian” or “caretaker”. He heard of caregiver before but couldn’t exactly remember where.
“Hi, Miya,” Kaoru put on a soft smile. It was weird seeing him smile. Miya always thought he was a very serious kind of guy.
“Come in! Kojiro just finished setting up the bedroom,” He said, gesturing for the two to walk inside. They followed Kaoru until they got to the kitchen, where a big green haired man stood at the counter.
‘Joe? Another person from S?’ Miya thought.
“Welcome to our home. I’m Kojiro, I’ll be your other caregiver. Are you hungry? I can whip us up some snacks,” Kojiro offered.
“I’m good,” Miya mumbled right away. His social worker looked down at him and frowned.
“Miya…can you try?” She asked.
“I’m not hungry,” He said with a little more annoyance added to his tone. His social worker sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with this.
“Alright, well why don’t you go check out your new room while I talk to Mr. Sakurayashiki and Mr. Nanjo,” She told him.
Joe gave him directions to where his room was and that it apparently already had a sign on it. He took his backpack and started walking. The house was quite nice, a mix of modern and traditional japanese structure. Once he got to the room where a sign with his name hung, he slid the door open and saw what his new living space would be.
It was a bit shocking, to say the least. In the right corner there was a daybed with small railings on the front. They were open right now, but could easily slide and close, making the bed look like some kind of crib. It also had what looked to be a very soft blanket with cats at the foot of it. Then right next to the bed, there was a big storage container. It was probably empty, so he didn’t go looking in it just yet. There was also a small floor desk which already had a stack of paper and crayons on it. Then there was a nightlight in the corner and a closet on the other side.
Miya was definitely confused. It looked like it was some kind of room for a toddler. He did a double take and checked the door sign. Once he confirmed that it was his room, he sighed and set his bag down on the bed. This was a bit weird, but there was probably a reason for it. He crawled on top of the bed, surprised by the comfort. The blanket was very soft and kind of cute. He rubbed the soft material between his fingers, smiling at the comfort. Though, it wasn’t for long as he grabbed his Switch from his bag and began playing Pokemon. He stayed in bed, playing his game until Joe opened the door
“Hey, kiddo, Kaoru and I want to talk to you before your Social Worker leaves. Can you come into the kitchen?” He asked, though, not really giving Miya much of a choice.
Begrudgingly, Miya hopped out of the bed and walked with Joe into the kitchen. Cherry and his social worker were sitting at the table, waiting for him. Once they walked in, Joe gestured for him to take a seat.
“Miya, what you went through was not a normal childhood experience. You were abused and neglected by both your parents and your teacher. Regular therapy might not be enough. Which is why Kaoru and Kojiro will help you essentially live a better childhood through regression. Age regression has been proven to help people in your situation,” His social worker explained.
That's why the term “caregiver” stuck out to Miya. He somewhat knew what age regression was. Just the bare minimum of information. He had no idea what this would mean for him though. Would they just help him regress or make him do it on his own? Did he even have to regress? This all sounded so stupid.
“Okay but what does this mean for me?” He asked.
“Well, Kaoru and Kojiro will act as the parents you never really had. You will regress and they will take care of you as caregivers. They will feed you, help change you, put you to bed, all the things a parent does to their young child, they will do to you. This will help you process and recover from your trauma, Miya” She said.
“No. I’m not gonna be some baby. I’m 12 years old!” Miya declared.
“Yes, but regression doesn’t have an age limit. You’ll learn to accept this, Miya. It’s going to be good for you,” She assured him, “I need to head back now. Everything will be alright, don’t worry.”
Miya wanted so desperately to yell at her for leaving him here, but knew that would just make things worse. Instead he got up from his chair and stormed off back to his new bedroom. Surely Cherry and Joe didn’t actually believe that this whole regression thing would work, right?
Kind of in a Sk8 mood and I'm thinking of some Miya prompts and I thought of one that really caught my interest.
What if Miya gets put into the care of Joe and Cherry (before he really knew them) after his parents neglected him and Adam did some Adam things to him (angst and whump shit). Since Miya hardly had a good childhood, with being a skateboard prodigy and all, Joe and Cherry are told by his social workers to get him to try regression. They go all out with it. Though, Miya would be very defiant at first, but learn to really find joy in the regression.
(Kind of inspired by the Owl House Agere fic, 'Cardinals Nest')
but I know for a fact i'll start writing the first chapter and then never write it again, so idk. if anyone wants to use this idea, go for it.
Hello good sir, may I request a cg Carmilla and little Vaggi fic, I don't know what plot but maybe something about having sensory issues (totally not projecting)
Sorry it's been like 7 months since you requested this.
I FINISHED IT
it's not edited too much and the ending was definitely rushed but I just wanted to get it out. Sorry about the wait!
It was a regular Tuesday afternoon, Vaggi had just finished her shift at the Hazbin Hotel. Now that she and Charlie were working together, she had time for other activities during the day. Every Tuesday and Thursday, Vaggi would spend her afternoons training with Carmilla and sometimes helping out with the angelic weapon making.
However, this Tuesday wasn't the best. The morning had started out okay, she got to wake up next to her wonderful girlfriend and cuddle for a little bit before needing to get ready. However, when breakfast came, it started to get bad.
When she went downstairs for breakfast, she found out that the menu for the buffet wasn’t to Vaggi’s liking. Oatmeal, watery eggs, and yogurt. They had run out of fruit the previous day so she couldn’t even get that for her meal. She was about to get just yogurt, but low and behold, the yogurt was also watery. She got the less of the worser two and decided on oatmeal. However, as she was walking back to her seat after plating her breakfast, someone who had broken into the bar and became drunk, started yelling. It was something about wanting to leave and how he was trapped in a matrix world. Charlie had politely gone over to him to calm him down.
However, the yelling had surprised Vaggi and she had dropped her bowl to cover her ears. One thing she hated people knowing was that she had autism. She heavily masked when she was in the exorcist army so she assumed it just “went away”. But it never did. As she started living with Charlie, she began unmasking as she felt more safe with her. But now that they had more guests, she needed to hide that part of her again or people would take advantage of her.
When Charlie had managed to calm them down, Vaggi uncovered her ears. She looked down at the bowl she had dropped and saw the mess of mushy oatmeal scattered on the floor. Her heart raced in her chest, but she refused to show it. This was fine, it was just a minor inconvenience. She could clean it up.
She grabbed a roll of paper towels and started to clean up the mess. The feeling of the oatmeal on her hands, even if it was through the paper towel, felt awful. It was 8:30 and she already felt like crying. She couldn’t though, she wouldn’t let herself.
After cleaning everything up, she decided to just skip breakfast. With how overwhelming everything already was this morning, she couldn’t force herself to eat something unpleasant.
The rest of the morning was a bit more difficult than any other day. Due to the whole situation during breakfast, talking felt like such a chore. But she would be leading a group today and needed to use her voice. So despite how she felt, she forced herself to speak.
By the time noon rolled around, the overwhelming feeling was replaced with exhaustion. She was so tired from everything, but she needed to get through just a few more hours before she could leave. It was hell (quite literally) but she managed to get through it without having a shutdown. Even though her skin was sweaty from running back and forth, she ignored the discomfort and carried on.
Finally, 3:00 rolled around and she could relax for almost an hour before needing to go to the Carmine factory. She mainly scrolled through her phone and listened to music in the lobby. But by the time she needed to leave, she still felt like she hadn’t fully recovered.
She was so exhausted from everything that she couldn’t help but feel small. Regression wasn’t something that happened often with Vaggi. She did not like feeling vulnerable. But she knew that she had to in order to cope with difficult feelings.
However, even though Carmilla knew she was a regressor, she did not want to regress in front of her. She had done it once before but it was embarrassing and awkward. Carmilla had just called Charlie to come pick her up and then waited with her.
To avoid a situation like that again, Vaggi pushed her regression down and trudged out the door. Not before saying goodbye to Charlie though.
The walk to Carmilla’s did not help. There were so many things happening in the streets that she just became overwhelmed again. People were throwing molotov cocktails at each other, cars were speeding down the streets, and sinners were blasting their horny rap music from their apartments and vehicles. Even with her headphones in, Vaggi could still hear the loud noises coming from the streets of hell. She took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm herself. It only helped a little bit, but luckily she’d get a distraction as she had arrived at Carmillas.
She knocked on the large metal door and the camera immediately zoned in on her. She gave it an awkward smile before the door opened.
“Good afternoon, Vaggi,” Carmilla greeted her.
“Same to you, Carmilla,” Vaggi replied.
“Lets get started, shall we?”
The two walked into the middle of the training room and began. Carmilla had Vaggi practice on some training dummies with a normal steel spear at first. It was a good warm up, but Vaggi just couldn’t focus. She found herself zoning out whenever Carmilla would give her advice on her form.
After a couple more exercises, Vaggi was starting to get very frustrated with herself. She couldn’t focus for the life of her. With how small her brain wanted her to be, paying attention was just not in her priorities. She felt zoned out and dissociated the whole time. Not to mention how uncomfortable her shirt felt as it clinged to her from her sweat. Normally, she could deal with it, but with all the events leading up to it, it felt like a huge deal. Zoning out was one of the ways she “dealt” with sensory issues like these. This unfortunately led to some pretty harsh hits from Carmilla, who was starting to realize the strange behavior from her student.
“Okay, that's enough,” Carmilla announced abruptly.
“Huh? Is it 6 already?” Vaggi asked. She got pretty good at managing to keep her voice normal when she was slipping.
“It’s barely been an hour, Vaggi. What’s on your mind?” Carmilla said, standing tall in front of her. Vaggi felt a little intimidated by her height and strong build and cowered back a little, her regression starting to get the best of her.
“It’s nothing,” She tried to say, digging her nails into her triceps to distract herself from feeling the uncomfortable shirt clinging to her skin. However, Carmilla knew she was lying, she could see through Vaggi way too easily. She sighed and walked closer
“Come on, let's take a break,” Carmilla put a hand on Vaggi’s back, trying to guide her to her office. However, that single touch, her hand pressing the fabric into her back, was too much for Vaggi to handle. She choked on a small sob and jerked away from her, running to find somewhere to calm her ass down.
In the mindset she was in, she hid behind a pillar, thinking it would be enough to hide from Carmilla. She let a few sobs out as she wrestled against her shirt, trying to find a way to get it to stop sticking to her sweaty skin.
Carmilla gave her a few moments to calm down, thinking that this was something she didn’t need her help with. But after not hearing any improvement and sensing her get more and more distressed, she began to walk over.
“Vaggi? Are you okay, bebe?” She asked, kneeling down to her level.
Vaggi shook her head. The whole day had been horrible and overstimulating. She just wanted to crawl into her mami’s arms and regress from all the stress.
Seeing how Vaggi was tugging at her shirt, Carmilla could only assume one of the things bothering her were her sensory issues.
“Is your shirt bothering you?” She asked.
“Mhm,” Vaggi responded.
So Carmilla lifted her up, careful not to touch her shirt, and held her with her arm supporting her bottom. She carried her through a couple halls and elevators as Vaggi cried into her shoulder. Eventually, they came to the doors of Carmilla’s huge penthouse. She went through all the security systems before entering and immediately walking towards the bathroom. She set Vaggi down on the closed toilet and got out a towel and washcloth.
“Do you need some help bathing?” she asked. She could see the signs of her regressing. The crying, the clinginess, the sensitivity, it was all there, especially for someone like Vaggi.
Vaggi nodded, though blushing a little, “sowry...”
“It’s alright. I’m going to go grab a shirt for you to wear, I’ll be back” Carmilla said before standing up and exiting the bathroom door.
It didn’t take long for her to return, it was quite a quick trip. She held a plain purple t-shirt and what seemed to be a pull-up. Vaggi was a little confused and stared at it, but too afraid to ask anything.
“My daughters also sometimes regress. They won’t mind if you borrow something,” Carmilla assured her once she noticed her gaze.
After the bath, Vaggi officially started to calm down. Feeling clean helped her sensory issues die down so much. Plus, Carmilla was extremely gentle with her, making sure no soap or water got in her eyes and lightly scrubbed her body with the washcloth.
Carmilla put Vaggi in the t-shirt that was a tiny bit too big (it was one of Clara’s old t-shirts) and helped her get the pull-up on, which was luckily a perfect fit.
“Are you feeling a little better?” She questioned after getting her all changed.
“Mhm, thanks,” Vaggi responded, curling up a little. The pull-up and comfortable t-shirt felt good against her clean skin. The pull-up was soft and fluffy, and the shirt had no scratchy seams or tags.
“Today must’ve been exhausting, huh? You look so tired,” Carmilla said aloud. Vaggi simply nodded.
Smiling, Carmilla took Vaggi into the living room and laid her down on the couch. She sat next to her and pulled her body into her lap before covering her in a soft blanket. It was so fuzzy and cozy, Vaggi found herself smiling a little from the comfort it provided.
“Close your eyes, Cariño, you’re safe,” she whispered to her, gently scratching her scalp as she held her.
Although it wasn’t noticeable, Carmilla was a huge softy, especially for her daughters. With Vaggi resembling them, her soft spot was revealed to her. She cared for her exactly how she would with her children.
Vaggi relaxed in her arms, feeling all the tension in her body fading away. Everything would be okay. She was safe and small and being held by her mentor. Everything was great.
*clears throat* Today, I will be presenting my PowerPoint on how I would fix S2 Charlie. You see, I think the writing failed to account for how stressed she was in this season. I propose...
Thank you for listening.
Also. I will post ONE potty training art on here to start with. If I see this ends up on NSFW blogs, I will never do so again.
I'm not even a legal adult yet and I'm scheduled to work 40+ hours a week, 9 hours almost every day.
Sure, getting the money for Top Surgery will be a bit faster, but I almost had a breakdown today because I was so exhausted already and was having a bad mental health day.
Sorry but until I figure something out with HR, fics and posts are gonna be less often. I may reblog things every now and then though
Dont work at Six Flags guys, find somewhere else, its not worth it
I need to regress but i just dont have time. I sleep, eat, work, repeat. Thats it.
Even though i only watched like 2 episodes of voltron, I really like your voltron art! Its so cute! Do you have any other shows/movies you really like?
Sitting down and watching a show nowadays is really hard for me since I like to be in motion and have so many hobbies, but I have really enjoyed Steven Universe, The Amazing Digital Circus, Hazbin, Dungeon Meshi, and Adventure time! Im more of a book nerd than someone who watches TV...havent seen a movie other then Project Hail Mary in months!!
The book thing is so real. Ive had like 3-5 books ive been reading on and off. The main ones im reading are Song of Achilles, PJO book 4, and The Transition by Logan-Ashley kisner. What's your most recent or your favorite book?
Today was busy af and next will be too so I likely won't get any more fanfics out until summer in two weeks
I got had to study a lot and stressed over my grades a lot and just a lot of things. I did get a Monster though to help me get through my studying! Then i drew some art for an Achilles and Patroclus PJO au
And then i have a 9-5 job tomorrow so thats gonna be just great. I think they also sell monster at the employee cafe so I'll be good (my mom hates that monster has chemicals and doesnt want me drinking it but idc atp)
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