you found me. i am an age regressor, and i’m a bit insecure about it. i’ve found that my range is usually 1-4, and i may post some art here, but not that often because i’m afraid i might be accused of s*xualising the characters i draw. i’m not doing it on purpose though.
if a post of mine makes you uncomfy, please let me know and i’ll take it down! i appreciate a little communication here.
INTERESTS
hogwarts: magic awakened
total drama
disventure camp
wolfquest anniversary edition
watched bluey
drawing and writing
romione (one of my favorite ships)
will change over time (how do i make a dni board?)
DNI if you are a nsfw blog, kink blog, such as abdl, ddlg, etc., anti-autism, transphobic, big bad p word, any type of bigotry, or if you think minors, animals, or corpses can consent.
-Ara is primarily a toddler regressor, so she regresses anywhere around 2-4 years old. However, on rare occasions she will regress younger, at around 0-1.
-She tends to be pretty fussy and grumpy when she regresses. She’s definitely in her “terrible twos” phase as well, since she’s almost always throwing a tantrum over something.
-Her main caregiver is Finn, who acts more like an older brother to her more than anything. There are also times where he’ll regress along side of her, and when that happens, they are always getting up to trouble.
-Very, very spoiled. She has so many plushies, toys, outfits, and other regression gear. She tends to always get her way too, she’s very hard to say no to, especially since she will throw the biggest tantrum ever until she gets what she wants or she completely tires herself out.
-Surprisingly, when she’s baby regressed she can actually be very sweet. Definitely a bit fussy at times, but she’s also very clingy and cuddly to the point where she wants to be held constantly.
-She loves pacifiers, but she often acts like she hates them, specifically when she’s in a slightly older headspace. If she’s offered one, she’ll pout and whine about how she’s “not a baby” but then like twenty minutes later she’ll start asking for it or will just chew on her nails until it’s offered again, but she is still fairly pouty about it.
-A lot of her regression gear is green or pink. There are very, very few items that are any other colors.
-She’s always wearing the cutest outfits ever. She loves picking out her own clothes and she’s really good at making sure everything matches. If she’s a bit smaller than usual, then she will need help, but for the most part she’s capable of picking out her own outfits.
-She has a very specific bedtime and nap time routine that has to be followed. Otherwise, she won’t sleep well and will be extremely grumpy all night.
-When shes in a good mood, she can be super giggly. She’ll giggle and squeal over anything exciting or interesting.
premise: hannah, benji, and tristan like to hang out in one of the spare tv rooms a lot. this time, they’re discussing how to decorate it and tristan apparently browsed the agere tag too much
setting: after filming of episode 2, apparently
warnings: none
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Hanging out in one of the spare rooms (or TV rooms as everyone called them) was among Tristan’s favourite pastime with Benji and Hannah.
Though, nothing really went on there, it was still their favourite.
This hangout was practically dead silent at first. The only sounds that could be heard was the AC and the only light source was a table lamp in the corner and the light coming from Tristan’s phone.
“Oh cool, is that TADC?” Benji asked, peeking beside Tristan to see that they scrolled past a couple Abstragedy drawings. “I love that show! Did you hear about the new episode coming up?”
“Mhm.” Tristan replied, nodding their head. The back of their head stayed on their pillow on the pullout bed, which wasn’t unusual for them.
With that, Benji just rolled back to his other side, where Hannah was staring at the ceiling.
“This would make a great bedroom.” she said. “You get what I’m saying, Benji?”
The two of them stared at the blank white plaster ceiling like it was—
“Yeah, and we can add glowing stars on the ceiling and Christmas lights!” Benji added.
“Christmas lights?” Hannah laughed a bit. “Why?”
“You know, those really tiny ones that aren’t rainbow?” Benji explained. “What’re they called agai—Tristan?”
The siblings’ attention was now drawn toward the aforementioned ravenette, who was showing them a photo of a very softly lit bedroom made for a child like they were a child showing them a picture they drew.
“Oh, is that what your bedroom used to look like?” Hannah asked. “I’ve always imagined it looking really different.”
“Nno.” Tristan said, placing emphasis on the letter N while doing so. “Its just good.”
“I see.” Hannah said, taking note of the teal daybed in the image that contrasted nicely with the mostly beige. “Yeah, we should totally put fairy lights in here. And maybe some more ambient lighting, you get what I’m saying?”
“To keep the evil shadow monster away.” Tristan interjected. They had now put their phone on their nightstand and rolled over toward Benji and Hannah to talk to them. “Vee put those lights in so the shadow monster won’t come into my room.”
“Tristan, are you okay?” Hannah asked. “You sound…tired.”
Hannah didn’t want to sound mean, but Tristan’s tone of voice sounded like a sleepy child rambling. She knew they had the demeanour of a scared cat, but not a child, for that matter.
“I don’t want to go to bed.” Tristan replied. “Say more.”
Meanwhile, Benji was in between them like he was a hotdog. He didn’t mind though, because he was busy visualising.
“If you insist.” Hannah said. “And we should have more colour in this room. Like some paintings, or different coloured blankets, you get what I’m sayin’?”
“I like purple.” Tristan added.
“Eh, I’m more of an orange person, but go on.” Benji told them.
“Maybe we could add some space things, like the planets and stuff!” Hannah exclaimed. “That would be so cool!”
“Like that Bluey episode!” Benji chimed. “Speaking of which, Tristan, do you want to watch Bluey?”
“Yeh!” Tristan chirped. They then grabbed the remote from the side table on their end and turned on the TV.
“Well, I guess we’re watching that Bluey episode.” Benji said.
*baps you with paw* psst, Foster, I got an agere fic request
okay, so, it's dvcbts, and it involves Tristan (because of course it does) and it's basically Tristan being cared for by Benji (and maybe Hannah). It's basically Tristan's way of saying they fully trust them, y'know?
-🌩️🖊️
as soon as i finish this one part of helpless.
so yeah. it’s just them sleepin in da tv room with the benanahs after browsing the agere tag too much.
(content warning: mentions of slurs, censored swearing, and a bit of body horror)
“I see you’re taking the whole, ‘looking middle-aged’ thing down a notch.” Ara told her in a joking tone, showing her a black shirt with a white cat laying down on it. “I highly doubt it’s for Aubrey anyways. Speaking of which…” Ara then swiftly folded the T-shirt and put it back in the bag before pulling out a pink one with orange and lavender stripes on it. “You definitely got this for her, didn’t you?”
“Of course! I just haven’t seen her in a while so I just wanted to get something nice for her.” Oliwia said.
“That explains the f🤔k-ton of Sanrio things you bought.” Ara replied, putting the shirt back to pull out several Hello Kitty and My Melody-themed things, like barrettes, hair ties, and one Hello Kitty headband.
“You know, I kinda associate you with Pochacco, if that makes sense.” Nura chimed in, taking a sip of their coffee.
“Who?” Oliwia asked.
“Pochacco is the one who looks like Snoopy.” Nura explained. “I’ll explain more later, if you’re interested.”
———
“For some reason my sister really likes the one with the glasses.” the first girl said. Oliwia couldn’t help but smile a little bit. This was a breath of fresh air compared to the rude comments she got on Twitter. “Well, I don’t feel the same, but whatever floats her boat.”
—Meh, can’t impress everyone, I suppose—Oliwia thought. Better that than her and her cousin Laura’s family being threatened.
“Especially considering it reminds me of MY sister’s friend. A total weirdo.” the second girl added on. “It’s annoying as f**k, too.”
Nura, Ren, and Ara then looked at Oliwia with a mix of concern and horror. The ginger in question just shrugged. She was used to it, so it didn’t really affect her.
“I use it pronouns, remember.” Oliwia whispered to Ren, who just nodded as they continued to listen in.
———
Everything felt wrong. Her sleeves slowly began to cover her hands, and it felt like her teeth were painfully burrowing their way back into her gums.
All she could think?
—Not again…—
———
“They literally brought up the Kamiński Trials and villainised Oliwia while doing so, Darby.” she heard Nura’s voice chime in. “They also called her the R word MULTIPLE times.”
“Whoever that girl’s sister is, I feel bad for her.” Ara scoffed. “An ableist AND a sl*t-shamer. God, what a piece of s🤔t.”
“So…what do we do now?” Ren asked. Oli then took the opportunity to turn toward her co-stars as opposed to staring at Darby’s chin. “I mean, she stayed a baby for a couple hours last time, but what if it’s for a few days, like you said?”
ok im opening requests. it can be from my fandom list, but as long as it applies to these terms and conditions
keep things sfw. this is self-explanatory.
do not ask for anything too complicated, as that will take too long to complete.
same with multi-chapter fics. those will take too long to complete.
most characters might be ooc because i haven’t written most of them, and in dvcbts’ case, they probably will be because actors are not their characters.
NEVER feel ashamed for making agere stuff about your fandoms!!
Draw your faves being small!! Make those icons and edits and boards!! Post your headcanons!! Be the first one to use the "[fandom] agere" tag!! Let your creativity shine!!
setting: two days after the doomscrolling incident, actor au.
premise (so far): holly catches oliwia trying to dispose of her medicine in one of the offset trailers
warnings: prescription drugs, one censored swear.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Oliwia nearly jumped six feet in the air as soon as she heard Holly’s voice shout from the doorframe of the offset trailer.
“I-I was just disposing of my medicine. I just cancelled my prescription. I swear!” the Pole stammered nervously. Holly’s tone of voice made it sound like she was very angry at her.
“I’m not mad at you, it’s just that first, you puke in the kitchen sink, and now you’re trying to dump pills down it.” Holly told her. She then shut the door gently and walked over to the sink, where the bottle of Ambien, thankfully, was not empty yet. “That could seriously hurt someone if you dump it down the drain, you know.”
“I-I’m sorry…” Oliwia looked away, her face burning from being caught in the act. “It’s just that…I was told that the stupid things I do on Ambien was a sign to stop taking it, so I cancelled and…I don’t know what to do now.”
Holly then grabbed Oliwia by her lower jaw and made her turn to look her in the eyes.
“Don’t do that.” Holly told her. “Do not dispose of your meds as soon as you cancel your prescription. You’ll feel like s🤔t and we don’t want that—especially considering you had a full-on breakdown two nights ago from the reception of episode six.”
“Please don’t hit me.” Oliwia spat out suddenly.
“What?” Holly squinted her eyes in confusion, letting go of the ginger’s jaw. “Oh wait, the trials…sorry about that.”
“You’re fine.” Oliwia told her. “So, what should I do with my meds now?”
“Well, the first step is to limit your doses.” Holly said. “Try taking them before work nights from now on.”
“But tomorrow is an off-day.”
“I know, it’s Saturday, and we’re still getting used to the sudden change of timezones from the flight.” Holly put an assuring hand on the Pole’s shoulder. “But hey, limiting your dosages is always a good first step.”
The two of them just stared at each other for a moment until Oli broke the silence.
“So, what do I do with the Ambien?” she asked
“Put it back on your nightstand, and please, DON’T BROWSE TWITTER!”
setting: two days after the doomscrolling incident, actor au.
premise (so far): holly catches oliwia trying to dispose of her medicine in one of the offset trailers
warnings: prescription drugs, one censored swear.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Oliwia nearly jumped six feet in the air as soon as she heard Holly’s voice shout from the doorframe of the offset trailer.
“I-I was just disposing of my medicine. I just cancelled my prescription. I swear!” the Pole stammered nervously. Holly’s tone of voice made it sound like she was very angry at her.
“I’m not mad at you, it’s just that first, you puke in the kitchen sink, and now you’re trying to dump pills down it.” Holly told her. She then shut the door gently and walked over to the sink, where the bottle of Ambien, thankfully, was not empty yet. “That could seriously hurt someone if you dump it down the drain, you know.”
“I-I’m sorry…” Oliwia looked away, her face burning from being caught in the act. “It’s just that…I was told that the stupid things I do on Ambien was a sign to stop taking it, so I cancelled and…I don’t know what to do now.”
Holly then grabbed Oliwia by her lower jaw and made her turn to look her in the eyes.
“Don’t do that.” Holly told her. “Do not dispose of your meds as soon as you cancel your prescription. You’ll feel like s🤔t and we don’t want that—especially considering you had a full-on breakdown two nights ago from the reception of episode six.”
“Please don’t hit me.” Oliwia spat out suddenly.
“What?” Holly squinted her eyes in confusion, letting go of the ginger’s jaw. “Oh wait, the trials…sorry about that.”
“You’re fine.” Oliwia told her. “So, what should I do with my meds now?”
“Well, the first step is to limit your doses.” Holly said. “Try taking them before work nights from now on.”
“But tomorrow is an off-day.”
“I know, it’s Saturday, and we’re still getting used to the sudden change of timezones from the flight.” Holly put an assuring hand on the Pole’s shoulder. “But hey, limiting your dosages is always a good first step.”
The two of them just stared at each other for a moment until Oli broke the silence.
“So, what do I do with the Ambien?” she asked
“Put it back on your nightstand, and please, DON’T BROWSE TWITTER!”
