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I want someone to make me soup n kiss my head n tuck me in with my favorite movies

It has come to my attention - maybe some of yours, too - that what I do is not quite regressing. It's switching.

About a year ago I started having some big confusing symptoms. I started analysing them and wasn't super happy with what I was discovering. But a few months later, maybe November-February, I opened myself up to new experiences, stopped ignoring certain things, and was welcomed with several people who had been alongside me for a long time. My system-mates. I started to realize that I wasn't regressing, but there were a couple sys-kids (we don't like the term little!) Who were doing most of the posting on here. I, the host, might age regress, but it's hard to tell when a syskid is close to front.

Some of you might have already heard about this on our agere Instagram, however, we've decided to abandon that account. It's connected too strongly to past traumas and we deserve a new one. That will be linked soon!

Until next time, and there will be a next time - this is Moth, Bug and Rabbit signing off!

Aziraphale + Crowley CGs + GN regressor! it's evening in the cottage, and you're sitting comfortably with Crowley on the couch; the only sounds filling the sunset-soaked room are the soft noises of Aziraphale in the kitchen. You can smell the first batch of cookies as he pulls them out of the oven, and you smile to yourself, looking at your little plastic dinosaur in your lap. Crowley turns his face away from his phone to look at you, and you look at him. For a moment, you're in a staring match - he's almost as mischievous as you, and you're prepared for anything he could throw at you. You've got your game face on.

He makes a grab for your dino, and you laugh, pulling it out of his reach - then he kisses your nose, and you squeal in surprise, giggling uncontrollably; he takes your dinosaur, making it kiss your cheek, and you shriek joyously. Over your own laughter, you can hear Aziraphale chuckle in the kitchen; Crowley's eyes light up as he stops his playful attack, a smirk slithering across his face.

"Button," he says quietly. "How about you go get us some cookies?"

"But they just came out," you say. "Azi wants them to rest."

"Oh, they'll be cool when you grab them," he takes your hand and kisses your fingertips, making your skin tingle. You grin; Crowley's miracles always help you regress. You hop up and tip-toe over to the kitchen, watching the hem of Aziraphale's dress brush against the bottom cabinets. You know Aziraphale is particular about his cookies... but it's just two, and Aziraphale won't even see you. When he turns his back to pour himself a new cup of tea, you run past him on tip-toes, trying to hold in your mischievous giggles - you can hear Crowley chuckle under his breath from the living room. You grab two cookies, miraculously cool against your hands, and run swiftly back to the living room before Aziraphale turns around.

Crowley opens his arms as you run back in, and you half-sit, half-fall into his lap. He holds you tight and rubs your back,

"There we are, brave little spy," you feel him smile against your head. "Now, let's have our spoils, hm?"

You give Crowley a cookie - it's a little bigger, and more golden than brown - and he smiles. The pair of you tuck into them, and though they were cool against your hand, they're warm and delicious in your mouth; perfectly sweet, but not too much; Aziraphale's baking is always magnificent.

Your victory is less sweet, however, when you hear Aziraphale say from the kitchen, "Could have sworn there were twelve here. Now there's... oh, lets see... eight, nine, ten." You can almost hear a smirk in his voice. "I seem to be missing two cookies, and it's suddenly awfully quiet..." You hear Aziraphale's heels tap against the tile, and you and Crowley exchange a wide-eyed look. You quickly finish your cookie and he follows suit, then licks his thumb and gently wipes a smear of chocolate off your face - both the picture of innocence as Aziraphale walks in, one eyebrow raised and a poorly-hidden smile on his lips.

"Tell me, my darling doves," he furrows his brows and pretends to be cross, and you can't help but giggle. "Did you see any cookies grow legs and walk out of the kitchen?"

"Nuh-uh," you shake your head confidently. "Cookies don't walk."

"Ah, I see." Aziraphale sits on the couch, taking Crowley's hand in his, biting back laughter as he looks pointedly at the chocolate stain on his thumb. "Been gardening, dear?"

"Cacao beans," Crowley sighs mournfully. "Such messy plants."

"That's not how cacao beans work," you whisper helpfully. Aziraphale looks at you and smiles, "now, then, cherub, I know you'd never lie to me. Did you take a cookie?"

You look to the floor. "Maaaybeeee..."

"Maybe?" Aziraphale scoops you up in his arms, and you giggle. "Okayyy. I did. I took two."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Now, I'll let it go this time. But do you know why we let the cookies rest?" he carries you over to the kitchen, Crowley following suit.

"Ummm... not really." Aziraphale sits you down on the counter, turning towards the sink.

"Because if they're too warm and too soft, they might fall apart in your hands, or get chocolate all over you." He raises a warm, wet towel to your face, wiping your cheek; you lean into the touch and he smiles. "And, if they fall apart, you can't dip them in milk."

"Oh, true!" you grin, kicking your feet. "Can we have some milk now?"

Aziraphale turns his eyes to the tray of cookies. "No, not quite yet, I don't think. But you can help me put cookie dough on the tray, and put that in the oven. By the time that's done, the cookies will have rested long enough. How about that, cherub?"

"M'tay," you clap softly, "I like that idea!"

"Sounds good," Crowley smiles, reaching around Aziraphale to snatch a cookie. "More for me!" as he brings it to his lips, the cookie crumbles and falls on his shirt; he scowls, and Aziraphale chuckles.

𓆙 Sings w/ you <3

𓆙 "Little imp" "tyke" "kiddo" "bug" "pup"

𓆙 Puts grape juice in a plastic wine glass for you to feel fancy

𓆙 "Protects" you when Aziraphale is cross (not that Azi would ever hurt you <33)

𓆙 Takes you out to see the stars

𓆙 Gives the BEST squeezy-hugs

𓆙 Braids/washes/combs your hair

𓆙 Plays tag with you

𓆙 Hums you lullabies

𓆙 Paints your nails/does your makeup

𓆙 Very good at planning little days

𓆙 Always knows when you slip

ʚ ɞ "Lamb" "cherub" "sweetheart" "darling"

ʚ ɞ Reads to you before bed

ʚ ɞ Takes you on walks in the park

ʚ ɞ Reminds you to be kind to yourself and others

ʚ ɞ "Would you like some tea, darling?"

ʚ ɞ Gets excited over little things with you

ʚ ɞ Mama Bear vibes

ʚ ɞ Helps you take bubble baths

ʚ ɞ Picks out your clothes for you

ʚ ɞ Good at soothing meltdowns