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˚˚˚　　𓏼ৎ　♡ྀི ₊⠀　　agere headcanon ask game             ⓘ   made by @butchreg｡

Fran wants to preface this by saying all of the additional questions are optional things one may want to consider in their answers! They are by no means required, just add context or additional things to consider which may add depth or offer further insight into one's character's unique experience with regression. This is all just for fun! If one calls to the answerer, that's great! It's also okay for none, or all of them to be factored into one's responses!

are they conscious of their regression? do they know about age regression? if so, are they aware that they, themself are experiencing age regression or do they feel strangely younger? 

do they consider themself an age regressor?　building off of the previous question, how do they feel about labeling themself as a regressor?　is this something they are open to or more hesitant of?　is it a label they embrace with pride or is it one they reject out of shame or pride?　is it a label they're okay with others assigning them, or something they only want to be considered by themself?

do they regress to the same age every time? if yes, how are they able to recognize how old they are in their headspace? if not, do they have a general range they regress to, or are they the type who struggles to label their regression age? are they able to pinpoint an age group, or only that they feel younger?

do they have multiple regression headspaces? for example are they both a teen and a baby regressor? are they a pet regressor as well as an age regressor? if yes, how do they differentiate between the two (or more)? are they drastically different or relatively similar? how many headspaces do they have?

do they have interest in a caregiver? aside from interest, do they need a caregiver? what are their boundaries surrounding sharing their regression with others? if they don't have interest or need for a caregiver, is there anyone they would share their regression with?

do they have interest in gear? aside from interest, do they have need for it? what is their relationship with the gear they use if any? does the gear they prefer match their headspace age or is their usage of it nontraditional in nature? do they have a dream item? do they have a large collection, or only a few key items?

what is the nature of their regression? is their regression voluntary or involuntary? is it rooted in trauma or is it more for fun? how does their demeanor change while regressed? is it easy for them to tell when they are regressed, or are they always partially regressed? what about for others? is it easier for others to tell they are regressed than it is for them? is their regressed personality drastically different from their usual self?

what do they do when regressed? are they a regressor who needs or prefers to be constantly active or are they more stationary? if this is the case, is this by choice or not? do they have a favorite activity to do while regressed? do they partake in activities or is their regression more dissociative in nature?

what are their sleeping habits when regressed? are they a big napper, or are they more resistant to them? do they sleep more or less when regressed? is this due to excitement, nervousness, or another factor? do they like to sleep alone, or do they feel more comfortable sleeping with (an)other(s)? are their sleep clothes different than usual? do they have a bedtime routine?

are their habits any different when they are regressed? do they have any bad habits that carry over into their regression? what about positive habits? do they behave like an actual child, or do they continue to indulge in their adult life and responsibilities? does their regression help them to overcome negative urges, or does it make them more likely to succumb to them?

how would they describe their regression? would their description of their own regression be any different from their general perception of regression? do they feel strongly about their regression or are they more neutral towards it?

do they know any other regressors? if yes, are they both aware the other regresses? what is their relationship like in headspace versus outside in their regular lives? how do they feel about knowing or not knowing other regressors? is it something they're glad for, or do they have mixed or even more negative feelings about this?

do they like to play? if yes, how do they play? do they play board games or are they into more imaginative play? do they like to play by themself or with others? are they a strict rule follower or do they make them up as they go? what do they consider playing if they don't do so in a traditional manner? if they're not fond of playing, why is this? is there an alternative activity they prefer to engage in?

what are their regression tells? do they have any? do these tells let the regressor know they are regressed, or moreso the people close to them?

NONE OF THESE ARE INTENDED TO BE ONLY FOR A SPECIFIC GENDER. ANY CG CAN BE CALLED MAMA, PAPA OR BABA.

BABA CAREGIVER FLAG ) flag for caregivers who use the term 'baba'. i felt like a bouquet was fitting as a symbol.

PAPA CAREGIVER FLAG ) flag for caregivers who use the term 'papa'. i personally associate toast with the term so that's what we're going with.

MAMA CAREGIVER FLAG ) flag for caregivers who use the term 'mama'. the heart fits the vibe.

please credit if you use this for anything. if you see the reblogged version of this with all my editing errors no u dont.

tagging for archive / masterlist ;; @bunnelbaby

to adults who regress to teens

to teens who regress to preteens

to anyone who regresses to an older kid

to anyone who can't distinguish vent regression from a ptsd flashback

to anyone who never fully feels regressed

to age dreamers

to anyone who can't tell if they're age regressed or just connecting with their inner child

to anyone who can't tell if they're age regressed or just experiencing strong emotions

to anyone whose not certain they age regress at all

> as always, nsfw and kink blogs dni

Gumball is a 50-50 flip but sometimes leans towards the regressor side. He’s still young and immature and needs time to relax from all the stress of growing up.

Hes usually around the 5-7 age range and is super rambunctious. His friends have learned the hard way to never leave him by himself

Penny, Darwin and Anais are his main caregivers when he’s small. He’s a little embarassed about the idea of his parents taking care of him while he’s regressed but they have done it once or twice when he was too little to really function at all. They’re both understanding about it but they don’t want things to be awkward between them and their son.

He often regresses together with Darwin since he’s somehow even more hyperactive when small and likes having a playmate.

He likes to play with stuffed toys and action figures a lot and likes to run around outside. Anais always has her hands full if she’s babysitting him.

He likes to scratch and knead things when he’s regressed. He has a few kitten tendencies that come out when he’s small and his caregivers have learned and planned accordingly. He has scratching boards reserved for when he needs to get his energy out.

He also likes to suckle on blankets or plushies a lot and has a few pacifiers hidden in the deepest depths of his room, but he’s pretty embarrassed to use them most of the time. He’s not shy about teethers tho

He also likes going to the park with Darwin and/or Penny because there’s lots of room for him to run around. He doesn’t baby talk but he rambles a lot and likes when his caregivers are paying attention to every word he says (even when it’s just nonsense)

He loves to ramble about his favorite video games and comics. Speaking of video games, even though he’s less coordinated when small, it doesn’t stop him from laughing and giggling endlessly as he mashes the buttons on his controller. Racing and platformers are his favorite.

He likes snacking sugary cereal and other sweet treats like chocolate milk and juice boxes but isn’t allowed too much during the day (no matter how much he whines about it)

a little doodle of regressed Gumball and Darwin i did that i got too carried away with coloring..

they’re playing Legend of Zelmore (Darwin’s too small so he’s just watching)

🖍️ Little!Gumball + Sibling Caregiver!Darwin & Caregiver!Mr Small

I’m sorry if this is cringe. actually, who am i kidding. I’m not sorry at all—I wrote it.

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As the day dragged on at Elmore Junior High, Gumball kept feeling this strange sensation in his chest that just wouldn’t leave. It was a cloudy feeling in the back of his head, kind of like when you have to sneeze but can’t quite get it. Or when you’re about to cry, but the tears just won’t fall. Or when you walk into a room and forget what you were doing. Whatever it was, it was unusual, and it had the fur on the back of his neck standing up all afternoon.

When the bell screeched at lunchtime and everyone else filed out of Mrs. Simian’s class, Gumball just stayed in his seat. He sighed, still feeling like an elephant was sitting on his chest. What was going on? He was sure that if anyone asked, he wouldn’t be able to explain it. He propped his elbows on the table and looked down, letting his chin rest in his hands.

“Um.. Dude?”

Darwin nudged his brother slightly. Gumball straightened up quickly. “Huh? What’s going on?

“It’s lunchtime, Gumball!” Darwin said matter-of-factly. “You don’t seem so excited.. and you always love lunch. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BROTHER?!” Darwin faked a karate chop and made a mock-serious face, gaining a small laugh from Gumball.

“I’m fine, dude. Just a little.. out of it today, I guess.” Gumball said in a small voice, fumbling with the collar of his sweater. Darwin’s goofy attitude shifted to one of concern. “Out of it? Like sick?”

“No, not sick…” Gumball put a paw to his chin, thinking hard of a way to word his feelings. “Like, hmm… how does Mr. Small put it? ‘Spaced out?’ Like that! It’s like wehn he drinks his herbal infusion tea and can’t think straight.”

“Ohhh.” Darwin nodded. “I get it. You know, I think he needs to quit that stuff. Remember how he stared at the empty chalkboard for half an hour last week before writing a sentence?”

Gumball laughed again, feeling his mood lighten slightly. Still, the weird cloudy feeling was still lingering in his body. “I don’t know how to fix it.” He shrugged.

“Well, let’s go talk to Mr. Small! Since he obviously has experience!” Darwin suggested gleefully, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was clearly determined to get his brother feeling better. Gumball smiled at the young fish’s never-ending positivity. It was never a dull day with Darwin.

“Alright, let’s go. But if he starts suggesting one of his ‘alternative medicines,’ we book it.” Gumball said, hopping down from his desk chair.

• • •

Upon entering Mr. Small’s room, a pleasant aroma met the boy’s noses. The air was smoky, as if somebody was.. well, smoking. They saw a stick of incense in the corner of the room, wafting gently in the afternoon breeze coming in from the window. Mr. Small looked up from his desk, crumbs littering his puffy cheeks.

“Oh, hello, boys! Welcome!” He brushed the food from his face and wrapped the remnants of his lunch up quickly.

“Hi, Mr. Small! Whatcha doin?” Darwin said cheerfully, now holding Gumball’s hand. For some reason, Gumball just felt like he just couldn’t find the words now. It was like his mouth stopped working. He was thankful to have his little brother to help him out.

“Just having an organic, non-GMO, not-from-concentrate, vegan, gluten free, nut free, egg free, dairy free, food-free sandwich with a completely safe meat alternative!” The cloud man said proudly, holding up a plastic bag with what looked like a block of styrofoam inside.

“That looks like paper.. or a rock?” Darwin tilted his head, a puzzled look crossing his face.

“Right you are, Darwin! Paper is completely safe to eat, as it comes from trees! Plus, the digestive system is the body’s recycling unit.” Mr. Small emphasized his point by patting his stomach.

“This must be how he stays so thin and bony.” Darwin whispered to Gumball, who giggled quietly.

“So, what brings you boys to my office?”

“Gumball’s having a bit of a.. problem..” Darwin turned to the fuzzy blue cat, who was chewing a finger anxiously. “He can’t really talk right now.”

“Ohh, I see. You’ve lost your voice.” Mr. Small nodded.

“No, no. He just doesn’t want to. It’s like, his brains’ all cloudy and fuzzy and he doesn’t know what to think. Right, Gumball?” Darwin turned to his brother, who nodded to show he was right. “He says he can’t describe it, and he doesn’t know how to fix it!”

“Hmm.” Mr. Small began to think hard. “This sounds like more of a mental issue than a physical one. Has Gumball been under a lot of stress lately?”

“Well, maybe?” Darwin began to think too. “I mean, he was kind of freaking out about some of our finals in Mrs. Simian’s class coming up.”

“I see. Well, Gumball, I’d suggest that the way to solve this problem is to have some good old-fashioned stress management. Take a seat.” Mr. Small motioned to the side of his room, where there were a few small bean bag chairs sitting in a circle around a table. Gumball sat down, one hand still clasped around Darwin’s fin and the other now in his mouth. Mr. Small frowned. “Oh, no, Gumball. We can’t have that. Germs are merely vessels for evil to enter our bodies. Would you like a necklace?”

Gumball tilted his head, watching as Mr. Small pulled out a drawer from inside his desk and brought it over to the two boys. Inside were what looked to be cord necklaces with pendants made of silicone of some kind of soft plastic. They all had different shapes and colors, and just seeing the bright colored plastic made Gumball’s heart beat faster like a kid seeing his presents on Christmas morning. “You can chew them.” Mr. Small explained. “I give them out to students who have a hard time finding healthy ways to focus or channel their feelings. Jamie has gone through.. quite a few.”

“Try one, Gumball!” Darwin encouraged. “Which one’s your favorite?”

Gumball was so wrapped up in the pretty colors he had to snap himself out of it. He rummaged around for a moment, then pulled out a necklace with a deep blue pendant in the shape of a gaming controller. He held it up, looking at Mr. Small expectantly.

“Excellent choice, Gumball!” The counselor put the drawer back and began looking around for something else. Gumball hesitated for a moment before popping the plastic piece into his mouth, chewing happily without a care in the world.

“Something that helps me when I’m feeling anxious is coloring. Color brings life to the world, and it allows the brain a chance to relax.” Mr. Small brought over a bucket of mixed art supplies and a coloring book covered in spirals and abstract symbols. Darwin flipped through it. “Um, Mr. Small? What are these supposed to be?”

“The meaning of art is subjective.” Mr. Small replied dreamily. “It is ultimately up to you to decide.”

Darwin looked through a few more pages. “Hmm, what do you think, buddy?” He asked Gumball, who was wide-eyed and curious. Gumball pointed slowly at one of the pages. “I fink… mmthat one.” He mumbled, his voice muffled from the chew necklace still in his mouth.

“That one it is!” Darwin grabbed a colored pencil and got to work, beginning to fill in the fractals with colors that complimented each other. He looked up a few seconds later, only to see Gumball seemingly scrubbing across the page clumsily with a purple crayon. “Uh, Gumball?”

“Looks good, right?” The boy giggled, clearly having fun. He grabbed another color and scribbled some more, chewing harder on his necklace like he was really focusing. “Darwin, you fink looks good?” He asked, looking up at his younger brother with such big wet eyes Darwin couldn’t help but sigh and smile. “Yeah, buddy. It looks great.”

“It’s important to encourage children in their artistic endeavors, even when we don’t understand. Joy is a tricky emotion.” Mr. Small prattled, putting a hand on Darwin’s shoulder. “You’re going great, bud!” The counselor cooed. Gumball held up his finished masterpiece, giggling and bouncing up and down in his chair. “Da’win! Mr. Small! Look! It’s finished! It’s finished!”

“That looks great, bro! Good job!” Darwin gave Gumball a big hug, nuzzling his face into his cheek to give him some extra love. “Good work, buddy! That deserves a star!” Mr. Small pulled a tiny sticker sheet from the pocket of his black bell bottoms and placed a single sticker right on Gumball’s forehead. “Boop!” Gumball could feel his face heating up and his ears flicked back in delight. He waved his arms up and down and flapped his hands, smiling wider and wider until Darwin grew worried his face may explode.

“YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!” Gumball babbled, his chewy falling from his mouth. “Ya’ see Darwin! I did a good job! Good job Gumball!” He said to himself.

“Yeah, such a good job!” Darwin was very happy his brother was feeling better. He wished he could be this happy all the time.

“I think you need to get back to class, buddy.” Mr. Small sighed, checking his clock. “—but you can always swing back here if you’re feeling stressed out again.” Gumball’s eyes grew big and pleading and he grabbed the teacher’s pant leg and squeezed. “Awwwh, pleaaaase Mr. Small? Jus’ a little longer? Please?”

“Yeah, please? Gumball needs this! It’ll just be another minute!”

Mr. Small looked at his clock again, then back at the pleading boys. He smiled. “Well, if it really means that much to you.. i can write you a late pass when you’re done.”

“YES!” The boys said in unison, Gumball flapping his hands again. “Darwin! Let’s color another picture! I c’n show you how!!” Gumball grabbed a crayon and turned to his brother excitedly, putting his necklace back in his mouth. Darwin just laughed and grabbed the coloring book. “Okay, bro-bro! I’m ready! Which one should we do now?”

End🖍️

> as always, nsfw and kink blogs dni

Gumball is a 50-50 flip but sometimes leans towards the regressor side. He’s still young and immature and needs time to relax from all the stress of growing up.

Hes usually around the 5-7 age range and is super rambunctious. His friends have learned the hard way to never leave him by himself

Penny, Darwin and Anais are his main caregivers when he’s small. He’s a little embarassed about the idea of his parents taking care of him while he’s regressed but they have done it once or twice when he was too little to really function at all. They’re both understanding about it but they don’t want things to be awkward between them and their son.

He often regresses together with Darwin since he’s somehow even more hyperactive when small and likes having a playmate.

He likes to play with stuffed toys and action figures a lot and likes to run around outside. Anais always has her hands full if she’s babysitting him.

He likes to scratch and knead things when he’s regressed. He has a few kitten tendencies that come out when he’s small and his caregivers have learned and planned accordingly. He has scratching boards reserved for when he needs to get his energy out.

He also likes to suckle on blankets or plushies a lot and has a few pacifiers hidden in the deepest depths of his room, but he’s pretty embarrassed to use them most of the time. He’s not shy about teethers tho

He also likes going to the park with Darwin and/or Penny because there’s lots of room for him to run around. He doesn’t baby talk but he rambles a lot and likes when his caregivers are paying attention to every word he says (even when it’s just nonsense)

He loves to ramble about his favorite video games and comics. Speaking of video games, even though he’s less coordinated when small, it doesn’t stop him from laughing and giggling endlessly as he mashes the buttons on his controller. Racing and platformers are his favorite.

He likes snacking sugary cereal and other sweet treats like chocolate milk and juice boxes but isn’t allowed too much during the day (no matter how much he whines about it)