Hi!!!!! My name is Rani (not my real name) and this is my sfw agere/agedre sideblog! Some of you might know me from my main tkl blog @fly3xdabutterfly. Over there I'm Nabi, but I'm trying out Rani for a nickname when I'm little. I might reblog or post something related to tkls here, but it will be more related to agere in some way. Biologically, I'm 20 years old. I'm not sure when I'm little, but I think around 7-10?
I'm a bit new to regressing so this blog will just be documenting my journey as a dreamer/regressor and hopefully making friends! I'm also thinking about posting some mood boards and choice games hehe. Basically just whatever I feel like doing as a regressor/dreamer.
I age dream because of stress, and so this is 10000% sfw for me. Please respect that. NSFW blogs of any type please DNI. You do you guys just away from me and my blog, thanks. I'm an aromantic asexual, and my pronouns are she/her. I'm also Filipino! So any Filipinos in the community, feel free to ask or dm! I'd love to be friends heheng.
I'm looking for friends in the community, cg and littles alike, although I'm new to this whole thing so please give me compassion as I figure out what I like, what my boundaries are, and how I like to regress.
Media Likes:
- Avatar the last airbender
- Haunted hotel
- my little pony
- Minecraft
- old barbie movies
- old disney movies
Other likes:
- pastel colors
- reading
- writing
- painting
- playing games
- plushies
- cats!!!
- singing
- musicals
DNI if you're:
- Homophobic
- Transphobic
- Anti-LGBTQ+
- any type of Kink blog
- very political (this doesn't mean I'm non-partisan or anything like that. I have my own beliefs, I just need this to be a space where I can run away from that for a bit and be a blissfully unaware child)
Just HANDwrote 5 pages (front and back) of baby!Jax lore and headcanons. I feel very strongly about regressor!Jax...
(The following list of headcanons is completely SFW but does mention ⚠️ emotional and impure age regression. ⚠️ If you don't feel like reading that, feel free to skip!)
💜 Jax is a brat, messy, and will pick a fight with anybody or anything while regressed (especially if he's hungry or sleepy.)
💜 Jax goes essentially nonverbal while regressed. If he's playing with toys, he doesn't play pretend much. He will organize the toys by shape, color, or size. He will rub them on his face and between his hands to feel the texture. He likes toys he can put in his mouth and chew on. If not that, he prefers toys that make small sounds or are interactive in some way, like fidgets.
💜 He is very into physical touch while he's regressed and enjoys cuddling and hand holding, ONLY while he's regressed.
💜 He is an occasional bed wetter but HATES diapers and despises wearing them. He will wear them if he's persuaded enough but he will be a brat the whole time.
💜 He struggles with impure regression and often doesn't know the "appropriate" way to behave while regressed since it's usually caused by traumatic memories or unwelcome feelings. I think that's why he struggles with being "bad" and making a mess, being inconsiderate, picking on people, etc.
💜 Since he usually goes nonverbal while in littlespace, he almost always has a paci. It gives him an excuse to not talk.
💜 I really feel like when Jax regresses it's almost like a dissociative state for him and he can barely handle himself when he's deep into it. He usually needs someone with him if he's 100% regressed or he will get into trouble somehow. He recognizes it as a coping mechanism, I think.
💜 Any negative emotion he does feel while in littlespace he uses as an excuse to either act out or completely hide. Whether it is shame, embarrassment, sadness, or anxiety he will immediately catch an attitude when he feels these emotions surfacing.
💜 I also think he secretly adores being collared and being in frilly, princessy things. (I know people popularly headcanon him as transmasc but Jax is sooo transfem coded to me.)
💜 I love baby!Jax so much and have so much more material about this, I might just write a cute fic.
A/N: heyyyy me again 😅😅 posts will definitely slow down eventually, but for now reading everyone else's writing and seeing everyone else's drawings makes me so excited to work on my own stuff!! Also, my aim for the next fic is to get it above 2k words
Summary: It's a slow day at the manor. Bruce has the day off, Tim and Jason are both home, and it's generally just a pretty lazy day.
Jason is meant to be around 12ish here while Tim is meant to be around 8/9. I'm a sucker for everyone joining the family early hehe
“Hey, Tim,” Bruce greeted once he noticed the little figure rocking on his feet in the doorway, “you okay?”
Tim stepped forward, wringing his hands with nervousness. The slight tilt of his head told Bruce he was trying to figure something out, and he couldn’t help the proud smile that pulled at his lips in response. Such a little detective.
“Is Jay okay?” Tim asked, and Bruce looked down at the wriggling boy sprawled out next to him. He smiled to himself when Jason’s giggles rose in pitch again as Bruce scrabbled his hands around the boy’s lower back. He tilted his head to ask Tim to come in and the boy did, expression relaxing at the sight of Jason.
“I'll ask him,” Bruce told Tim, smiling at the kid’s quick nod. “Are you alright, Jaylad?” Bruce’s hands trailed round to the kid’s hips, pinching above the bones to hear Jason’s giddy squeals. Tim cringed in response, though he was still smiling, so Bruce figured he could get away with continuing without the high pitched screeches upsetting his youngest son.
“FUHAHAHACK OHOFF OLD MAHA-” Bruce cut that off by running one hand back up to his lower back to scribble there, while the other kept squeezing his hip. Jason howled, trying to curl up but not quite managing while laid on his stomach. He eventually gave up and clutched the pillow for dear life. Bruce smiled softly at the sight of him then glanced over to Tim again, winking just to make his other son laugh too.
Tim climbed fully onto Bruce’s bed, probably having waited to gauge Bruce’s mood first; it had been hard, at first, getting Tim used to a house of people who were as present as possible, as opposed to a dusty old museum of a house, devoid of warmth or–more often than not–anyone other than Tim himself.
He'd gotten used to it after a week or so, though he would still sometimes avoid seeking out attention or help. Bruce wasn't always sure whether Tim just forgot there were people he could go to now, or if he was scared of being turned away. He wasn't sure which was worse.
He remembers Jason’s first week or so here as even harder. The boy went from refusing to eat to shovelling down whatever was in sight, hoarding leftovers in his room like his new life would be ripped out from under him. It took even longer for him to get comfortable with Bruce, this too young boy who'd spent so long on the cold streets of Gotham, fighting for his life against rain and hunger and men there to hurt him.
Bruce only got to hear more about Jason’s life on the streets after a few months from the adoption. It was as though Jason was slowly realising that this was his home now, that Bruce, Alfred and Dick would do anything to keep him safe. He and Tim were fairly similar in that way, in hindsight.
He was broken out of his thoughts by Tim’s weight settling against his side, curling up to lay his legs across Bruce’s with his head on his dad’s chest. Bruce smiled softly down at him, internally cooing at how Tim ducked away from his gaze with a blush.
Bruce’s other son, meanwhile, sounded to be running out of air, so Bruce let one hand trace slow, teasing circles around his back, while the other retreated entirely, coming to curl around Tim’s shoulders and tug him into a forehead kiss. Tim smiled up at him as Jason’s laughter turned to quiet, sputtery giggles, and Bruce felt warm and whole with his two youngest sons so close. Safe in his bed; safe in his arms.
“Quihihit ihit,” Jason snickered, legs bouncing happily against the sheets. “No- no mohohore.”
He felt more than saw Tim nuzzle into his chest and, in response, he started running a hand through his hair. Meanwhile, his other hand slowed to rub at Jason’s upper back to help him calm down. He laughed at the (pretty futile considering his wobbly grin) glare Jason turned to give him.
When Jason finally fully relaxed with a content little sigh, loosening his death grip on the pillow to melt into it, Bruce decided to put that hand to another use. He started slowly moving the hand towards Tim’s stomach, fingers wiggling lazily all the while.
Tim’s expression was one of excited shock and when he looked from Bruce’s hand to his face, his cheeks had turned a fantastically splotchy red. Tim squirmed in Bruce’s lap, although very obviously made no attempt at all to escape. Knowing him, he probably thought he was being all slick about it, too. Cute.
“Is your tummy as ticklish today as it was yesterday, Tim?” Bruce murmured at that low register he knew drove his kids insane, hand looming mere inches away from the boy's stomach. Tim looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes, clearly fighting back a smile, while shaking his head desperately. Both of his little hands grabbed Bruce’s wrist as he leaned back into the hand still scritching at his mop of hair.
“I think it’s more ticklish today,” Jason shouted. Even through the pillow’s muffling, he sounded practically gleeful at the idea of his brother suffering his same fate. “‘Least that's what Dickie said earlier.”
“Don't tease your brother, lad” Bruce tutted and spidered his hand quickly up Tim’s t-shirt, clawing his hand to scratch softly at the center of Tim’s stomach. His son squeaked and fell into high-pitched giggles in response, face nuzzling desperately into Bruce’s chest. He couldn't help but ask, “well? What do we think, sweetheart, more ticklish than yesterday? I, for one, am doubtful that that's even possible.”
Tim squeaked again and Bruce knew his face was taking on that expression that Jason called his ‘mushy, gooey dad look’. Having Tim simultaneously burrowing into him and curling into his hand, while his ears grew redder and redder, was a pretty good excuse for that, though.
“BEEheehee,” Tim giggled out, squealing when Bruce changed the tickling to skittering randomly across his stomach. His titters raised in pitch again to the point Bruce was surprised that Ace hadn't come running yet. The poor kid was practically glowing red at that point.
“Yes, son?” Bruce smiled at Tim’s squeak when the hand in his kid’s hair wormed its way into the little cruck between his neck and shoulder. Tim tried to scrunch up his shoulders while determinedly keeping his blushing face pressed against Bruce’s T-shirt; he could practically feel the heat through the cotton of his top.
“Tihihihickles,” Tim squealed in between hiccupy giggles. He was still curled around Bruce’s hand.
“I can see that,” Bruce teased, “at this rate I'll have to hide you in the manor, lest anyone find out how ridiculously tickly tickly ticklish you are.” With that, both hands met at Tim’s ribs, digging in to elicit Tim’s desperately squeaky cackles.
“NAHAHAHA,” Tim laughed. His legs kicked out and curled back in sporadically, while his hands tugged frantically at Bruce’s own.
“No I can't keep you here or no you're not ticklish? Because either way, maybe you need a little more convincing otherwise, huh?”
Tim had barely barked out a single plea for mercy before Bruce had leant down to blow a raspberry into that same crook of Tim’s neck, hands darting back down to lightly spider over Tim’s stomach.
The last of Tim’s strength seemed to leave him at that, hands going limp around Bruce’s wrists. His arms, legs, then the rest of him followed suit, practically collapsing around Bruce’s swirling fingers.
“Quit it, B, he's too noisy for me to nap,” Jason complained from his spot on the bed. Bruce smiled indulgently at his back, knowing it was Jason’s own way of saying that Tim had had enough, so Bruce acquiesced and leant back. He pulled his hands out from under Tim’s t-shirt and hugged the boy firmly against himself. At Tim’s burrowing further into his father’s arms, Bruce had to physically fight the urge to tease the boy further. Jason was right, he'd definitely had enough.
Bruce slowly moved to lay next to Jason in the bed, bringing Tim’s small frame with him to lay on top of Bruce. Jason curled into his side, looking up at Bruce with a happy, cheeky little smirk while moving to stroke Tim’s back in silent comfort.
His boys were the sweetest, Bruce thought, as Tim hummed happily at the kind touch. He was so lucky.
“You can take your nap now, Jaylad,” Bruce muttered softly. He shifted one arm from cradling Tim against his chest to curl around Jason, securing the boy against his side.
Jason rolled his eyes but allowed the comfort, happily smushing his face against Bruce’s arm and humming in agreement.
Bruce laid there, content, listening to both of his sons’ breaths evening out. He took comfort in knowing there was nowhere else he needed to be today and allowed himself to relax. He eventually drifted off too, with his sleeping boys held safe against him, the three comfortable in their cosy little bubble.
Ok! Time for my own tadc agere hcs that no one asked for!! (Sprinkled in with slight angst)
Kinger: caregiver
- The man is canonically a dad. Come on.
- also he's just so fatherly in all of the scenes. I can't, he may be my fictional cg now....
- the cg of ragatha and jax
Pomni: older sib/older regressor
- I remember that they dont like being treated like a kid, so if she does regress its to a teen/older age.
- They're more of a babysitter, I'd say older sibling vibes that just goes with the flow.
- hangs out with zooble a lot on that regard.
Ragatha: 6-10 year old regressor
- I dont really know what the vibes are, but she's just a 6 year old to me like idrk how else to explain it.
- anxious regressor. Always trying to do things the "right" way or the "perfect" way and when it doesnt go according to plan it breaks her.
- Caine makes adventures/worlds for her where she can just have tea parties and ride ponies lol.
Jax: Flip
- they COULD be someone's caregiver, like an older sibling type
- they could also be just a a 4-6 year old regressor to me. They would act out and have lots of tantrums but would calm down with a lot of love and patience.
- their regression is very girlre to me.
- involuntary regressor. Usually after nightmares.
- kinger is their cg. Dont ask me how it just happens.
Gangle: middle regressor
- She is definitely a 13-14 year old otaku that is in love with anime.
- would shyly show you all her cringe ocs and maybe even comic panels of her otps and ships.
- a fairy tale fan? I dont even watch the anime but thats the vibe I get from her.
- probably likes other lesser known animes and will convincr any cg to watch the wacky ones with her.
Zooble: Caregiver
- cool older sister vibes
- reminds me of my own sister actually
- the cool, laidback type of sister that you look up to, and is heavily protective of whoever is in her charge.
Caine: Neutral
- sorry everybody, But I really don't get the regressor! Caine hype 😔
- he would try and understand agere tho, and maybe even make a play area in the circus for the regressors.
- if not make a play area, he's give them toys and gear at the snap of a finger.
- he'd also make adventures specifically for the little ones.
Synopsis: little!reader opens up to Kinger after an adventure
Author's note: This is an age regression/little space shortfic so keep that in mind if you're not interested in those topics... it's also my first time writing anything in a long time, so be kind :)
Story:
At first, it was just another day with your friends in the Circus, another day being sent to one of Caine's wacky adventures.
This one had been a little... scarier than most, so you actually felt some relief at being sent to the "loser's corner" after being the first to be "eliminated".
Thankfully the "loser's corner" was actually pretty nice.
It was a dark room, filled with pillows, cushions and blankets, with a projector that covered the ceiling in pretty stars and constallations.
Kinger was the second one to appear, appearing shortly after you did, and at first he seemed like his regular strange self... until he spoke up, in a tone that was much softer, and kinder than you were used to.
"Hey... You doing alright, kid?"
The question took you completely off guard.
You were already feeling yourself slip into little space after enduring such a scary adventure... so Kinger calling you "kid" wasn't exactly helping... but it also set you on edge, now scared that somebody had found out about your most closely guarded secret.
"... Why did you call me... "kid"?"
Your tone was perhaps a little too sharp in response to what was in reality such a simple question, with what was in all likelihood an entirely innocent use of the word "kid", but you couldn't help but feel uneasy about it, worried that he had found out, and that now he would start to hate you and mock you, and oh gosh what if he told everyone else too!?
"Oh I'm sorry... It's honestly difficult to keep track of how old everyone is here... "Kid" was just... well, it just felt right to say... Was I wrong to do so?"
He looked at you with such a kind expression as he spoke, that it was impossible for you to read any ill intentions into his words...
Something about the way he has speaking was so... different than usual...
There was a warmer feeling to his tone, something about it that made him feel so... comforting.
This new feeling really made you want to open up to him...
So...
After a moments hesitation, you tried.
"... To tell you the truth Kinger, I... Sometimes... I do feel like I'm just a little kid..."
You had said it so softly you were almost afraid the words never actually left your head.
You wondered if saying it like that was too vague, but before you had the chance to speak up again, Kinger spoke first.
"Do you mean, because you're here in the Circus?"
His tone felt so genuine, so sincere, that it was pulling at your heartstrings, slowly unraveling the walls you had built around yourself.
"... No... I mean..."
You sighed as you gathered the strength to continue, you could feel your little space closing in around you, begging to be let out, but until you explained things to him, you tried to hold it together.
"... I mean... I felt this way before the Circus too... Ugh it's so dumb! Whenever I feel too stressed... or anxious I just... I start to feel like a little kid again... to cope with things I guess... but... but I should be better than that! I should be mature! I should be a grown up! ... But instead I just feel... so... Ugh!"
You sighed in frustration and felt yourself collapsing backwards (somewhat dramatically one could say) onto some of the pillows sitting on the floor.
You weren't sure if you were truly communicating how you were feeling, but still, you hoped that Kinger would put the pieces together, that he would be able to understand you.
There was a tense moment of silence as you laid down on the pillows, a moment where you were worried you had f**- messed everything up... but before your fears and anxieties could get the best of you... you saw Kinger sit down beside you, and start to speak:
"... I don't think it's dumb."
You were shocked by his response, you almost believed you must be hearing things wrong, or that he must be lying... But you could feel no malice behind his words, only warmth, kindness and sincerity.
"People cope with the troubles in their lives in so many different ways, in some ways that are good and... well in some ways that are pretty bad... If the worst you do is act a little childish then well... That doesn't seem so bad to me."
You could feel your eyes start to water as Kinger spoke to you... and before you could do anything to stop it, your walls broke.
You could feel your little space start to take over as you sat up, and rushed in for a hug.
You sobbed onto his shoulder as you held tightly onto Kinger, your inner child desperate to be acknowledged and loved, all the while your anxiety told you to expect to be pushed away, to be rejected and hated...
Instead of any of that however, you felt Kinger's hands hold onto you tightly too.
Don't get me wrong! All lees are good lees! But there's just something about playing with ticklish littles that's just sooo cute!!! Seriously what's not to love!?
Playfully pinning them down and seeing them squirm with their little puppy eyes
Calling yourself The Tickle Monster and hearing them squeal!
Saying things like, "I'm gonna getcha!!!" or "Gotcha!!"
Tickle hide and seek!
Raspberries!!
Playful tickle kisses and nibbles complete with "om nom" sounds
Rib counting
Toe counting
This little piggy!
Reading kid's books about tickles with them!!
"coochie coochie coo!" & "Tickle tickle tickle!"
Calling cutesy pet names
Sitting them in your lap and tickling them!
Watching them go from pouty face to little happy giggle fits!
Tickle cuddles!
Even aftercare when the tickles are done is sweet and adorable!
Watching cartoons with them
Sippy cups
Stuffies
Story time
Boops
Just all around being as affectionate as possible!!
There's just so much wholesome fun about playing with little lees!! Sending all the little lees all the Tickle Monster hugs!! ❤️❤️
person A is sitting next to person B, person A struggles with anxiety and overthinking, and they keep bouncing their leg against person B's leg involuntary, person B notices it
"hey, you okay?"
person A looks at them, then at their leg, and immediately stops, and gives a quick nod, before quickly looking elsewhere
person B figures that person A is overthinking again, so they flutter their fingers in the back of their neck, snapping them out of their thoughts and letting out small squeaks and giggles
person A tries to squirm and lean away from the hand, but the hand only followed
Zooble would be a big sibling caregiver and would see you as their little sibling/little sister/little brother. They would be caring and would help you when you are age regressed. He would make sure you are feeling okay, and if you aren't, she would help you feel better. They would play games with you and make sure you are having fun. He would make sure you never feel ashamed for age regresssing, especially if you are padded and/or use pacifiers.
♡ Permakid culture is wanting to be an actual kid.
♡ Permakid culture is wanting to be seen as a kid.
♡ Permakid culture is wanting to be called "kid" & "kiddo".
♡ Permakid culture is wanting to be parented and treated like a kid who is truly loved.
♡ Permakid culture is remembering all of the times I saw pictures and videos of kids on social media having the childhood I want for myself & wish I had.
♡ Permakid culture is creating my own childhood as a bio/chrono adult.
♡ Permakid culture is always being connected to childhood; childhood being part of who I am/my sense of self.
♡ Permakid culture is wanting to be able to shapeshift into an actual, physical kid and be able to shift back to my bio/chrono adult body when necessary/wanted.
♡ Permakid culture is realizing that I often force my maturity and suppress my kidlike nature.
♡ Permakid culture is wanting to shamelessly be my full kidlike self without feeling shame or embarrassment towards myself.
♡ Permakid culture is wanting to shamelessly be my full kidlike self without worrying about if people see me as "adult" enough or not.
Permakid culture is wanting innocent physcial touch and connection like back rubs, playing with your hair, cheek kisses, with out it being sexualized or pushy.
