I'm really just Babie♡

I did both them both simply because I think they would be very good siblings to each other. In this drawing, they are both very excited to see mama bear Sasha!!

🎂 What's your little age?

🐇 Do you also pet regress?

👗 What is your favorite outfit when you are regressed?

🧼 Do you like bathtime? 

🚼 Do you wear diapers?

🧸 Do you have any little items that are from your childhood?

💕 Do you have/want a cg?

👶 Do you like pacis, and if yes, what does your dream one look like?

💛 What's your favorite little nickname?

🧮 Do you want a nursery, and if yes what would it look like?

🪀 What's your favorite thing to do when you're regressed?

❔ How open are you about your regression?

🦚 What things do you enjoy doing when regressed and when not regressed?

❄️ What's something that helps you regress?

🌤️ How are little you and big you different?

🐤 Do you know any other regressors irl?

🍓 What's your favourite little food?

🎵 What's your favourite song to listen to when regressed?

🦄 When did you start regressing?

him... 🥺🖤

requested by @cathasdepression​ about a century ago, sorry for the delay! I decided I had to relisten to the podcast before I made this post >-<

Jonathan Sims

involuntary regressor

owns a fair amount of regression gear and keeps it hidden 

needs to take better care of himself

only cries when he’s regressed, and tends to cry a lot

jumpy as heck

regresses out of exhaustion, fear, or sensory overload 

he’s good at hiding his regression, but only by getting super stiff and distant: anyone who knows him well can tell when he’s pretending to be big 

regresses to infant age, but still has a lot of verbal ability 

does a lot better when he’s volunarily regressing on the regular, but can’t voluntarily regress without a caregiver usually 

Martin Blackwood

mainly a caregiver 

enjoys babysitting kiddos online

but he really thrives on being able to touch, dress, and cradle a regressor: to witness the concrete effects of his love and care 

has hard limits and things that remind him of his mother: helping with baths, for example, is a trigger for him 

overall, though, caregiving is a way for Martin to feel valued (rather than his mother who took his aid for granted) 

silly caregiver, lots of boops and silly nicknames and tickles 

gets very excited at the zoo 

(regresses once in a blue moon, usually with tantrums: Martin’s regression happens when he’s pushed to his limits and needs emotional release. he crashes hard after the tantrum and needs a few days to build himself back up.) 

Sasha James 

full headcanon set can be found here! 

a responsible regressor who knows her limits: takes care of herself with voluntary regression, but also fields involuntary regression on her bad days 

Georgie Barker

an enthusiastic caregiver 

she doesn’t seek out regressors to take care of, but she learned about regression through Jon and really valued that part of their relationship

when Jon moves in with her, she automatically falls into caregiving patterns, but Jon asks her to please back off and she listens (even though she’s worried about him) 

enjoys cooking for people

big on communication and having conversations

gives the Best Hugs 

Melanie King

she does not like regressing

it makes her feel out of control, but it’s just one of her natural defense mechanisms 

very protective of her regression and doesn’t talk about it with people

she was planning to bring it up in therapy 

Georgie helps her figure it out and feel more comfortable about it 

(Under the cut: headcanons for Gerard Keay, Michael Shelley, Jane Prentiss, Peter Lukas, and Simon Fairchild) 

From The Magnus Archives  These headcanons are for an anon, and are about Archivist!Sasha, who age regresses due to trauma. 

When she feels small or overwhelmed, she starts biting pencils and pens

Big nibbler in general: pacifiers are good for preventing it, but teething toys and chew jewellery are her best friends

Sasha needs to be kept busy when she regresses: she mostly reads books that are for adults and still enjoys them, but doesn’t remember them well when she ages up

Sometimes she reads out loud to her stuffed animals

She definitely got thrown into a regression headspace at work when she was working on a Spiral-aligned artifact during her days as a practical researcher at the Institute.

Practical researchers have breakdowns fairly regularly so no one thought too much about it

After Sasha’s first meeting with Michael, he starts showing up when she’s regressing: he doesn’t take care of her, just hangs around, listens to her read, tosses her stuffed animals in the air. He makes the memory gaps worse, but she still appreciates the company.

Sasha is usually an involuntary regressor, but when she’s promoted to Head Archivist she starts putting aside time at home so she doesn’t regress at work, because she’s a responsible person and knows that self-care is important.

(She’s also the first one to figure out that her archival assistant Jon is also a regressor, but we’ll talk more about that later)

(Fandom: The Magnus Archives)

The Buried

weighted blankets

holding a stuffed animal tight

sandcastles

feeling worn down by the pressure of adult life

helping in the garden, the wet dirt under your fingers

The Hunt

pet regression

playing tag

chasing butterflies in a field

running from the tickle-monster

finally finding the pacifier you dropped under your bed

The Spiral

involuntary regression

looking down and realizing the floor is too far away

finding crayon art that you don’t remember making

stimming by rocking back and forth

ball pits

The Stranger

china dolls with wide eyes

glancing at the mirror and not recognizing the adult looking back

playing dress-up

getting your face painted

re-watching an old movie and it’s completely different than you remembered

The Hive

digging up ant-hills

running your fingers through beads or stones

the summer buzz of cicadas

honey from the farmer’s market, sweet and fresh

catching grasshoppers in your hands

The Vast

swimming in open water

trying to find constellations in the night sky

swings and slides and climbing too high on the jungle gym

rollercoasters and ferris wheels

when the wind blows hard enough that you think you might fly away like Mary Poppins

The Dark

going to the park at night

blanket forts, hidden away from the world

closed eyes and trust falls

running your hand over your stuffie with your eyes closed, every part of them familiar even without sight

all the hidden spots you can keep regression gear

Fandom: High Noon Over Camelot, by The Mechanisms  For @thelittlestsunshine​

Mordred gets hyper-sensitive to the light when he regresses, and tends to retreat into his room.

He misses the music of the Saxons: the rattle of bone-carved windchimes, the sound of the stretched-skin drums, the murmuring voices in chorus…

He sings alone to himself, but it’s not the same, and he misses the voices of the people that raised him. 

Everything is an adventure when Mordred regresses: leaving his room is a scouting mission, a conversation with a cook is a covert project 

He’s cautious of being caught regressing: his mannerisms slip when he’s regressed.

The Saxons use partially verbal and partially nonverbal communication, with snapping fingers or hisses and clicks, and Mordred is scared of making the wrong sound and revealing his past to the castle in which he serves. 

Sometimes he sneaks down to the lower levels of Camelot, to the store rooms underneath, where the heat isn’t quite as bad. He sits among the storage containers of food in the dark, hiding when the kitchen boys come in with their lights.

Mordred has a black poncho that he took from an abandoned body when he was a child. He’s grown into it, patched it up a thousand times. He wears it when the heat isn’t too overwhelming. The fraying tassels on the edges are fun to play with when he’s small. 

He spends a lot of time rolling from patch to patch of the stone floor, enjoying the coolness that gathers in the shaded rooms. 

for @tumblebee-the-smol-bean​, featuring regressor!Cecil and cg!Carlos

Regression is a completely normal thing in Night Vale: age fluctuates just like everything else, rarely impacting people’s roles in the town

Cecil has definitely run the radio show while regressed, but it’s even more likely to get off-track about whatever cute animal he’s seen online, or what he’s wearing, or a funny story that someone told him the other day

Cecil loves doing fashion shows when he’s regressed

Cecil prefers days when he regresses to the age of a young child (4-8) but he does occasionally regress to the age of an infant (either government-mandated or a response to stress)

Cecil likes interacting with other regressors both in and out of his adult headspace, but he can scare them accidentally sometimes (he’s never sure why or how)

Carlos took to caregiving like a natural, having been the eldest in his family and grown up babysitting

He uses Cecil’s fashion shows as an excuse to put him in ‘normal’ clothes, which Cecil grumbles about as an adult

When Cecil is regressed is the only time that Carlos is willing to sing in front of someone: he’s normally pretty shy about it, but Cecil is so enthusiastic and insistent that Carlos always sings him a lullaby before bed

Cecil loves to explore the town when he’s regressed, most of the residents being friendly towards kids big and small. Carlos, however, is all too aware of the dangers of the town and prefers to keep Cecil inside: it’s a reoccurring argument between them.

Toothless agere moodboard for @babybottlez

Virgil, regressed: Mama!

Logan: *tearing up* I’m ‘Mama’.

Virgil: *snuggles up to him*

Logan: *computer error noise*

Here you go love! I hope you like it!

Aight. Here we go. Since you didnt specify a caregiver I decided on Janus because I’m a sucker for Momceit and baby virge. Hope you enjoy!

Virgil gnawed at his fingers from the passenger seat of Janus’s car. They were all packed into his minivan to go to Virgil’s house so he could receive his classification. Being almost a full year younger than the rest of his friend group he was the last to be classified, but he had been there for the others when they were so he knew what to expect mostly. That didn’t help quell the knotting in his stomach though, nor the bouncing of his knee.

A chuckle came from the seat behind him. “Calm down chemically imbalanced romance! It’s rather obvious you’re going to be a neutral anyways. We can be neutral buddies!” Roman smiled.

“No way!” Remus scoffed “he’s definitely a caregiver! I mean he can calm me down. Me! That’s some super caregiver powers right there.” Virgil smiled fondly. It was true, when the others regressed he did the best he could to take care of them and make them happy. To be as much of a caregiver as he possibly could be. The others had taken to calling him ‘the baby whisperer’ because he was so good with them. To be honest that was the classification he was hoping for and he had been trying so hard to make it so that it was the one he received, despite the little inkling in the back of his mind.

“Now now.” Janus tutted “we dont know what Virgil is going to be, let’s not assume.”

“Yeah!” Patton piped up “whatever you get we’ll be super duper happy for you kiddo!”

“Indeed” logan nodded “although based on behaviors and subconscious tics I would say that-”

“Logan, stop. Hes going to get it in a few minutes anyways.” Jan says smoothly. He of course was a caregiver. He often looked after Remus when Logan wasn’t available and sometimes Patton as well. He sort of shared babysitting duties with Virgil. They made an odd duo being the oldest and youngest respectively. But they always took good care of the smol beans. Sometimes though…Virgil would find himself wishing Janus would show him the same affection he showed to the others when they were small. Wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him till he fell asleep. Safe and happy.

He shook his head to clear the thought as they approached his house and all hopped out next to his mailbox. The letter was plain and official looking. No indication of what the contents might contain.

“Well?!” Remus was practically bouncing on his feet and Patton, despite looking excited himself took on his caregiver persona, much diffrent than his regressed persona and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Calm Remus, I bet Virge would like to open it inside on his sofa instead of out here.”

Remus nodded and they all shuffled inside. Virgil Janus and Logan sat on the couch and Patton remus and Roman lose on the floor.

Virgil took a deep breath and his heartbeat sped up as he picked up the letter and carefully broke the seal and pulled it out with trembling fingers. His eyes scanned the letter and…he dropped it with a small sniffle. He had wanted so badly to be the emo parent but it didnt look like that was in the card. Most of his friends looked confused and concerned but Janus just nodded to himself as if this was something he had expected and picked up the letter from the floor, not looking at it and tucking it into his pocket.

“I think Virgil needs a bit of space. Logan, take my keys?” The glasses clad one nodded in understanding and took them, ushering the rest out the door after they gave Virgil hugs and told him that even if they didnt know his classification whatever it was they were proud of him.

Then only he and Janus were left.

They sat for a few minutes in silence before Janus broke it. “I apologize for staying but I did not want to leave you alone, although it seemed you needed some space.” An explanation for why the others had left. And honestly? Virgil was glad. He didnt think he could do this with everyone else here…and having Janus here was…nice. so he just nodded quietly.

“May I look at your letter?” He asked softly as he pulled it back out of his pocket.

Virgil hesitated…but…regressors often regressed right after receiving their classifications and someone needed to know so he nodded.

Janus carefully unfolded it, read through the contents and nodded. “0-2 is a little on the young end but I think we can manage.”

Virgil sniffled again and felt himself start to slip as Janus mentioned his age range. Of course he couldn’t have even been a kiddo like Patton at 8 or 9. No he had to be the absolute youngest of the group.

Janus placed a hand on his shoulder. “Its alright to be small Stormcloud.”

He shook his head and felt a tear fall. He didnt want to be small…well he did but he also didn’t. It was confusing.

“Yes it is.” Janus wiped away the tear and paused. “May I cuddle you?” Virgil didnt even have to think about it. He nodded quickly and Janus pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him and carding a hand through his hair.

“Shhhh, shhhh, it’s okay baby, everything’s okay, just relax.”

The soothing tone and grounding touch soon had Virgil slipping into what he could only assume is his small space. He calmed down a bit and nuzzled into Janus with a soft coo.

“There you are little one.” Janus smiled. “Its alright, you’re safe. Do you know how old you are?”

Virgil only cocked his head in response. He didnt feel like using words right now.

“Ah, currently nonverbal I see.” He hummed “perhaps I’ll teach you some sign language later, but for now,” he hummed again and picks up his backpack. “I have a few goodies for you. I always buy some things for classification reveals just in case.” He explained and Virgil stared at it curiously from where he’s pressed up against Jan.

“Its not much but should be enough for now. We can get you some more things later.”

The first item he pulls out is a stuffed raccoon that makes Virgil gasps

and his eyes go starry. He starts to resch for it but then draws back and looks questioningly at Janus.

He nodded with a small smile. “Its yours love, go ahead.”

Virgil gingerly takes it and rubs it against his face, squeaking in delight when he realizes it doubled as a rattle.

Jan wore a soft smile as he retrieved the next items. A dark purple pacifier that he held out to Virgil who immediately accepted it and then a sippy cup and bottle of similar skeleton designs.

“It looks as if this one is more suited to you at least right now.” He picks up the bottle and sets the sippy cup aside to put in the cabinet later.

“Last things, are you ready?”

Virgil nodded and clutched his raccoon tight to his chest as he sucked on his new Paci.

He pulled out a pair of soft gothic kiddie pajamas and a black blanket with purple bats on it. Virgil started babbling and reaching out to touch the soft fabrics. Janus chuckled.

“Would you like to wear them?”

He nodded.

“Do you need help?”

He hesitated but slowly nodded again before hiding his face behind his racoon. Janus smiled. “No need to worry little bat. I dont mind.”

He quickly helped him into the Pjs and wrapped him into the blanket like a mini taco.

Virgil cuddled up and yawned softly.

“Naptime for the little baby bat I think.”

Virgil whined.

“Shhh, you’re tired, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Pwomse?” Its very soft and the first thing hes said since regressing. Janus practically beamed.

“I pinky promise.”

And so they locked pinkies and Virgil fell asleep, wrapped tightly in his blanket and cuddling both Janus and his racoon.