•how i found agere (trigger warning: mentions of k!nk and minors in k!nk):
- back when i was in c//g//l with my past partner in 2016-2017(i was a minor), i was a carer to my *x and when i first discovered cglre i wanted to switch terms. she did not agree or want to. i still felt uncomfortable with the s-xual things if c//g//l. so in that time, i thought it was okay. after she broke it off with me, i realised i regressed due to crying and feeling small one night. later on in 2018, i did more research yet i was still confused. now i am agere and no longer confused. i regress and i am anti-ddlg. i never agreed with the s-xual aspects of c//g//l + variants and i still don't.
•why i regress:
- i regress due to trauma, dysphoria and mental illnesses. i will not go into detail.
- i went through many carers and they've all abandoned me so i've been weary.
•about me:
- i am black
- i'm an adult
- my regression age range is 0 to 3
- i am a child at heart
- i am an inner child
- i'm learning asl and my ancestors language
- i have one carer, he's my partner.
- i'm neurodivergent and chronically mentally ill.
- i am a part of a d.i.d system that's very child, regressor and male heavy.
- i am nonhuman: demon, vampire, puppy, ghost, goat kid.
- i am nonbinary and transmascuine, a nonbinary boy if you will. voidboy to be more specific. i prefer gender neutral and masculine compliments and nicknames.
- my pronouns are he/him and maa/maas
- i'm ansexual, asexual, aceflux, biromantic and polyamorous
- i love cartoons. my safe shows are adventure time, boondocks, courage the cowardly dog and don't hug me i'm scared.
- i depend on music to function and distract me from my emotions
- my safe and favourite colours are red and black
- i love baphomet, satan and anything dealing with satanism, h*ll, red and black or the baphomet (i am an universal satanist, i enjoy learning about satanism and the aesthetic)
Being a masc trans man regressor is so funny sometimes cause like, I’m not a pastels and frills and glitter kind of baby, I love toys that are traditionally “for boys” and always have, one day I will have the biggest hot wheels track you’ve ever seen but I will also be playing tea party with my Disney princess dolls, I will be acting out teen drama with my Monster High dolls, I will be sat for 2000s Barbie movies, because girl childhood nostalgia
Catch me in my cargo shorts and monster truck shirt brushing Aurora and Cleo’s hair
🐝 age appropriate? no! it was originally rated TV-14 but was updated to be TV-MA due to violence and dark themes and isn't advised for younger viewers.
🍯 rqd by: no one! <3
🌻 note: can you guys tell i love stressed and tired characters? theres something about them that makes me want them to be a caregiver with a fun little kid to brighten their day... also imagine being carl's little sibby! (regardless of age :3)
─── ⋆⋅ ♰ coffin icon 1 | coffin icon 2 | crown icon ࣪ free to use? : YES (w/ credit) . 🗡️ flag design : me
DEFINITION : Regressor who is a coffin prince. Aligns with some sort of undead / dead identity, or things like zombies or ghosts — their coffin is where they lay once it is time to rest. Term can be interpreted whatever way the individual wishes. (connects / similar to graveyard prince.)
🐝 age appropriate? depends! it's rated PG13 due to violence but is quite a fun watch for most ages regardless. check any warnings and remember, it's always okay to turn something off if it isn't for you! <3
🍯 rqd by: @vampire-bat-baby
🌻 note: i love wolverine so much and anybody who requests him has amazing taste!!
wolverine head canons because i love him:
his go to nickname for you is 100% kid. even before he became your caregiver, he's whipping that name out on the regular
playing with and interacting with wild animals whenever it's possible. talking to a deer through the gates of the estate, petting a stray dog in a parking lot, making noises at cows as you drive past them
he does that thing where he stands in front of your seat and pats his leg and you have to raise your leg to rest it on his thigh so he can tie your shoes instead of kneeling down
learning everything you can about wolverines and logan has to tell you whether he shares certain traits with them, like an interview hehe
he diys your first ever paci because he refuses to ask for help and the beads randomly fall off until he eventually gives in and talks to the others about getting one
eggs are a go to food option when he's cooking - he makes a mean omelette
pointing at the hyenas at the zoo and going "papa!" and he just softly responds "not quite, kid."
With a masc/neutral/pup little, because iam sad so iam making this to feel better
A special note from our Daryl fictive:
'You don't have to be 100% all the time. Car don't have to be at 100% to get places. 25 will do ya just fine. You're doin' great as you are. Just remember to stop for gas, yeah?'
Summary: You wake up from a nap that you took to pass the time while waiting for Daryl (your dad) to home home. He makes dinner and you two snuggle and watch a movie !! :3
A/N: this is my first time seriously writing a fanfic… pls bear with me I’m sorry if it’s bad or not what u expected 🤧
The afternoon sun shines through the window, casting a warm glow in the room and rousing you from your sleep. You pull your blanket up higher, protecting yourself from the slight chill that lingers. You feel fuzzy.
You open your eyes and squint, taking in your surroundings. A nearly empty sippy cup with apple juice lays beside you, and a few of your stuffies have fallen off of your bed and onto the hardwood floor. Sitting up, you wrap the blanket around you and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your feet touch the floor with a light tap sound, and you get up to grab your stuffies. You feel bad for the stuffies, them having to be on the cold floor for god knows how long, but they forgive you. They always do.
You’re about to go back to your nap until you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, along with boots shuffling. You walk over to the door and grab the handle, which is cold to the touch. It is winter after all.
You open the door and step out of your room, feet pattering against the cold hardwood floors. You rush downstairs and your eyes light up when you see your father setting down his bag and crossbow on the floor.
“Daddy!” You chime, rushing over to greet him. Your arms wrap around him, and Daryl lets out a low chuckle, returning the hug. You two embrace for a while, and then Daryl eventually separates and ruffles the top of your head.
“Hey, kiddo.” He speaks in a gentle yet raspy voice, one that he only uses with you. “How are ya? Did ya eat while I was gone?” He looks down at you with soft eyes, waiting for your response.
You answer by shaking your head no and go straight back to hugging him, head buried in his chest. You didn’t eat anything besides a few crackers. You were starving, your rumbling tummy showing it. Daryl chuckles again, and gently separates you from him.
“Ya want the usual?” He asks, moving towards the kitchen. “I found more boxes of the mac and cheese, I could make it for ya.” Your usual dinner was mac and cheese, chicken nuggets (or strips), and apples. You usually have water or apple juice with it as well.
“Yes..” you mumble, tone sleepy and childish. You’ve been regressing and feeling all fuzzy for most of the day. Being sleepy doesn’t help much with the fuzzy feeling.
You walk over to the couch and before you know it , your eyes are heavy and closing, and your breath slows. You fall asleep. Next thing you know, you feel your dad shaking you awake.
“Hey… wake up kid.” Daryl whispers, a hand on your shoulder that’s gently shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with the sight of your father gazing at you with soft eyes. You let out a mix of a tired hum and groan, stretching out your arms and legs.
“Yer foods ready. Nice and warm… better finish it ‘fore it gets cold.” He helps you sit up, grabbing your plate and sitting next to you. He blows on the food, cooling it down to a temperature where it won’t burn your mouth.
Your food is on your favorite plate as always. A baby/toddler plate that’s white with barriers to separate the food and keep it all from touching, and a rainbow-colored pattern on the base.
“How old are ya?” He asks, referring to the age you regress to.
You hold up 3 fingers. “Three!”
Daryl smiles and scoops up a bit of mac and cheese on a fork. “Alrigh’, here comes the airplane...” He moves the fork close to your mouth. You open your mouth, take the macaroni, chew, and then swallow.
You repeat this for about 7 minutes until the whole plate is empty. Daryl sets the plate down on the coffee table, and you shift closer to him. Your head rests on his side and he brings an arm around your shoulders. You snuggle closer, enjoying his embrace. You’ve always liked cuddling with your dad. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Suddenly, you scoot to the edge of the couch, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. You hand it to Daryl, hinting that you want to watch a movie. He catches the hint and he switches on the television. He taps your shoulder twice before getting up and grabbing a VCR of a movie, specifically Finding Nemo. It’s one of your favorites.
He puts the VCR in the player and the movie begins shortly after. You shift closer to Daryl, practically in his lap now, head resting against his chest. You two remain like this for a while until you fall asleep about halfway into the movie.
Daryl notices and he grabs your stuffie, placing it on your chest. He scoops you up into his arms and takes you upstairs to your room, the stairs creaking under his weight. He places you into the bed and pulls the covers up to your chest, tucking it in at the sides. Daryl watches you for a few moments before kneeling, brushing back your hair, and kissing your forehead.
“Night, kiddo… love ya, so much.”
He stands up, walking over to the door. He looks behind him for a moment, then gently shuts the door, letting you sleep in peace.
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