#agerecember

agerecember day 11 - stimming

ABABABABABABABABA !!!!

Agerecember Day 1! Stuffie

Me and Boots!

Going try this! They are going to sketches like this though so I can keep up x3 should have this ready last month but I was sure yet ><

Credit to @/battybabyz for prompt list!

Day 6. Baby regression/Hugs and kisses

Cookie Run Kingdom! (Little!Dark Choco and CG!Dark Cacao)

A half an hour after their arrival, the Dark Cacao family was settled in second floor of house. Mystic Flour decided to take on helping Crunchy Chip into his little outfit, while keeping an eye on Caramel Arrow, who was was not entirely regressed herself yet. Dark Choco stayed with his father, to get his and his friends' things out.

"And that should be it." Dark Cacao sighed out, putting away final of their belongings. "I think I'll go downstairs, Dark Choco... just to see if..."

As the king turned to him, Dark Cacao was met with his son standing next to him with nervous face, looking away. The one face, the father knew so well in recent events, he instantly knew what happened.

"Oh, Aegi..." Dark Cacao said softly, walking to his son, putting hand on his shoulder. "This small? Already?"

Dark Choco still didn't dare to look at him... but he still nodded. While it did remind him of his time in Cookies of Darkness, this also felt different. This was his Papa. His voice held no judgment or annoyance from fact he had slipped. Papa was safe. Unlike Pomegranate, Papa didn't think of this as a bad thing... nor did he plan to exploit this side of him like Dark Enchantress did...

Dark Cacao was here for him. Both as his Father and mentor when Choco was big... and his Papa when he was small.

He felt bis Papa's arms wrap around him, the familiar, comforting scent hit his nose. The prince breathed out and closed his eyes with a smile. A single thought ran through his mind. Dark Choco was safe here.

His Papa gently guided him to lay down to help him change his clothes. A white hanbok with images of Black and White Dragons and white socks with small purple pompoms dangling on sides. While simple on first glance, Dark Choco loved the white robe even when big, and he knew his Papa did too. Upon learning of his son's regression, Dark Cacao set his mind to get him everything, his little boy needed in this little time.

And one of which was a commissioned version of Dark Choco's old baby hanbok, but now sized and fitted on his bigger body.

While neither of the two was very sentimental, this gesture ended up with both of them crying on more than one occasion.

Sitting up on bed, Dark Choco smiled lightly at himself. The fear and tears from the time, he would wake up in little space during his time in Cookies of Darkness and while on the run, was long gone. He was home. And he was going to celebrate his first real holidays back home with Papa and Mama and Crunchy and Mi-mi...

And... everyone else.

He instantly felt the warm fuzzy feeling on his mind melt away.

Oh, Witches, how could he forget there would be others!? Father told him there would be others! His Aunts and Uncle were here... and so were their partners... and their guards and kids... also regressed...

While that normally would be okay with him... why if he does something wrong and they think less of him? What if it's just a prank? The reminder of just how young he felt himself to slip brought him even further out.

He felt hands on his shoulders.

"Breathe, Dark Choco... breathe." He heard his father's voice again. "Focus on my voice. In and out..."

The prince followed his father's instructions, taking deep breaths and letting himself calm down. He again felt a gentle hand on his face, wiping away his tears. Was he crying? Why didn't he feel it?

He sighed out, his head on his father's chest.

"There we go." Dark Cacao smiled, strocking his boy's hair. "What seems to be the matter, my child? One moment you were happy and next you're having a panic attack... something happened?"

Dark Choco stayed quiet. Should he tell? Him and his Father were working on their relationships in therapy... and it was a progress... but... what if he takes it the wrong way? What if he'd still be forced to come out like this?

Would... would Papa leave him with the other kids, hoping it would regress him? Choco shook his head on the thought. No, while he did make bad assumptions, his Papa wouldn't do that! Not about something that made him feel so small and vulnerable...

"Scared..." He said simply.

"Scared?" Dark Cacao hummed. "Scared of what?"

The prince whimpered, hiding his face in his Papa's chest. "...others, Papa..."

Dark Cacao watched his son, feeling his heart shutter at the sound of how... small he sounded. As if reading his father's expression, Dark Choco continued.

"...I'm two, at most..." He said quietly. "...what if I'm too small? What if there's nobody else who's that small? What if... what if they won't want some snoty infant around them? What if?"

"Then I'll be right there."

Dark Choco stopped, looking at his father.

"Dark Choco, I didn't think you felt like this... and you still decided you wanted to join?" Dark Cacao said, his son looked away and nodded. Cacao just smiled at it. "You're brave, my boy." He said softly, sitting on bed and taking his son into his arms. "But even bravest people have their times of weakness... and I'm not leaving you, when you're facing your own... I'll stick with you."

Dark Choco looked at his father, his eye wide, before he smiled. "...t... thank you... but what about... this?" He looked down. "What if I feel overwhelmed?"

"Then be with me, if you're not up to meeting other kids yet." Dark Cacao replied, smiling at his son still. "I'm sure my friends won't mind... they all missed you."

At the proposal, Dark Choco smiled again. His insides felt warm from it, as he again leaned to hug his father.

"...'ank you, Papa..."

Dark Cacao sighed, holding his son close, kissing side of his face.

"You're welcome, Aegi." He said again, before standing up, Dark Choco still in his arms. "So... shall we go now?"

Through still a bit unsure, Dark Choco nodded. Yes, he still felt scared of what's to come...

But his Papa was here. And if Papa was here... everything was going to be alright.

The reason why no comic today... I live with my family and they don't know about agere and I am NOT prepared to have this conversation with them yet. Will probably draw it in later date, but I wasn't going to leave this day without doing the prompt, so have a fic in meanwhile!

My only reason of me doing it like this : My dear Father-Son disaster family... I love them so much... just let me write them being soft with one another. Also, baby regressor!Dark Choco, my beloved. ♡

He's overthinking everything, but thankfully, his Papa is right here to help him!

First stuffie: Little!Stolas CG!Blitzø:

Prompt made by @battybabyz

Day 1: Blitzø gets Stolas his first plush toy.

Co written by the amazing: @zoey-quinn123

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Blitzø thinks Stolas's privileged little attitude is getting old. The Goetia has been living with him and Loona for a few weeks now. And, of course, they're bound to get on each other's nerves but Stolas had crossed a line today. 

Stolas had woken up that morning in a bit of a bad mood. He was visibly annoyed and not happy to be where he was. 

To be fair, Blitzø's apartment was no grand palace. This was far more uncomfortable than what Stolas was used to, but Blitzø tried his best to make it comfortable for him. 

"Blitzø, I don't understand your obsession with these stuffed horses!" Stolas complained, tossing a stuffed animal onto the beanbag where Blitzø had been sleeping since the bird moved in. “They're everywhere all the time, don't they ever get in your way?” 

“Not really. They're small, soft and they're magical,” Blitzø answered. “I don't have enough of them in my way, actually.”

“They're a bit obnoxious.” Stolas mumbled under his breath. 

"Hey! Maybe you'd feel different if you had one of your own?" Blitzø suggested, arms crossed and offended that he'd speak that way about his beloved inanimate objects. 

"I doubt that." Stolas had scoffed. "I've outgrown stuffed animals. They're far too childish." 

“Whatever you say. Let's just get to work. We can talk about this later.” Blitzø said as he jumped off the counter he was sitting on and headed towards the door. 

“Fine.” Stolas rolled his eyes, following. 

Blitzø was about to prove Stolas wrong by finding him a stuffed toy even a spoiled bird prince like him could love! 

After work, he told Stolas he had some errands to run and the bird had no questions- seeming perfectly happy to stay at the apartment by himself for a bit. 

Blitzø was a bit annoyed…and worried, but he thought the space might be good for them. He went to a random toy store and took his time looking through the stuffed animals. He couldn't just get one at random - he had to get the perfect friend for Stolas! 

And he found it!

There was a stuffie that was a bright yellow star with a cute smiley face- perfect size for cuddling and super soft- he knew Stolas and knew he'd love this! 

Blitzø returned home with a smile on his face. “Hey, I'm back!” He announced as he closed the door. 

“Blitzø!” Stolas stood up from the couch and smiled at Blitzø. “Where were you? I was starting to get worried."

“I just went to the store, Birdy. Why were you worried?" Blitzø asks. 

“Well…” Stolas rubs his arm. “I thought maybe you were upset with me.” 

“What?” 

Stolas fidgets with his hand nervously. “I'm sorry I wasn't exactly… kind to you this morning. You're letting me stay here, I shouldn't complain. I guess I've just been under a lot of…stress.” 

“Hey, it's okay, I get it.” replied, taking Stolas’s hands. “I know this is a lot for you. No one is upset with you. We all snap at each other.” 

Stolas sighs in relief. “Thank you for understanding, Blitzø.”

“Of course!” Blitzø says. “Oh! I got you something, by the way.” 

The imp reaches in the bag he was holding and tosses Stolas the star plush. 

Stolas struggles a little, juggling the plush from hand to hand before catching it. He takes it and looks down at the stuffed star, his eyes widened. “You- you- got this...for me?" Stolas asks him. 

"Yeah." Blitzø says. ”It reminded me of you- since you like stars and stuff. Figured at least some of this mess should be yours, right?” 

Stolas feels how soft it is, as if inspecting it- he squishes the soft material in his hands, and his eyes brighten with childish wonder. 

"Well?" Blitzø asks. “What do you think?”  

"It's...nice." Stolas says, giving it a small hug, then wrapping his arms around it.  

"I'm glad you like it, Princey." Blitzø says. He smiled and walked away for a moment to get some dinner made for the two of them. 

Stolas can't seem to let the plush go- he wants to cry and hold it forever- it's been so long since he's gotten to cuddle with one of these- he almost has this irrational fear someone might steal it from him. 

“Hey, Stolas?” 

Stolas doesn't respond, arms tightly around his new plush toy, staring at the wall as if he didn't hear Blitzø at all. 

Blitzø tilts his head and sits down next to him on the couch. “Hey, you okay?” Blitzø asks him.

Stolas nods, still holding his star plush tightly- like his life depended on it. 

“Stolas?”

“Hm?”

“What's wrong?” Blitzø asks. 

“Father never wanted me to have these.” Stolas says in a whisper. 

“Oh…” Blitzø blinks at Stolas, looking at his face, recognizing the look in his eyes. 

Stolas curls into himself on the couch. “He threw all mine away after my birthday.” He says. 

“Well, that wasn't very nice of him.”

Stolas shook his head.

“But no need to worry; he's not here. No one is going to take it away from you. I promise, okay?” Blitzø reassured. 

Stolas nods. “Okay.” 

“What's your new friend's name, buddy?” Blitzø asks. 

Stolas looks down at the plush. “Hmm… Aurora.” 

“Aurora? That's a very nice name.” Blitzø commented. “Are you feeling kinda…small right now, bud?” 

“I don't know what's wrong with me!” Stolas began tearing up, clutching his plush. 

“Hey, nothing's wrong with you,” Blitzø says. “It's okay to be small sometimes.”

“Is it?” Stolas sniffled.

“Yeah, of course it is. Come here,” Blitzø pulls Stolas closer to him, giving the bird a hug. “You're okay. Maybe you needed this?”

“Maybe...” 

“You've been under a lot of stress.”

Stolas nodded, wiping his tears with his arm.

“Maybe this is what you needed to relax.” Blitzø says. “And hey, if it helps, I'd call that a win.” 

“I really like my star.” Stolas says. “Thank you, Blitzø.” 

“You're welcome.” Blitzø says, kissing the top of his head. “Maybe next time you can come with me and pick one out for yourself.” 

“Really?” Stolas asks. 

“Yeah, of course. Come here.” 

Blitzø lays down on the couch, and Stolas lays atop of him, cuddling. 

Character: Robin.

@battybabyz

Even raised in the League of Assassins, Damian was given his own time of playing, mostly in his infancy-toddler aged.

Talia would often indulge him in their private moments, letting him play soft things and draw. Even now, years later, Damian still finds colouring and drawing as a form of relaxation.

It reminds him of the simpler times with his mother.

Teenre Agatha & Rio, CGs Lilia, Jen, and Alice.

Big Agatha & Rio’s marriage bleeds over into their respective simultaneous teen regression as awkward, innocent teen crushes. With mutual consent and caregiver supervision, Rio takes Agatha on a low-stakes ‘date’, something neither of them got to experience growing up.

Disclaimer that I’m very nervous about posting this as I know mixing romance & regression is understandably a hard line for lots of people and so I fully understand that this fic isn’t for everyone. That being said, I can’t rationally find anything ‘wrong’ about it considering the context- that these two have been married for centuries, there is firmly established consent, and if real teenagers get to experience this sort of thing, why shouldn’t two people who are voluntarily regressing back to that age with supervision be able to as well? This is inspired by a @sleepyybirdie moodboard, and thank you Robin as well as Em @rios-bug for proofreading and giving second opinions.

Words 2k. Warnings- very light romantic content (it is innocent, and the ‘furthest’ it goes is endearments and a quick cheek kiss) but if that sort of thing in agere, even voluntary teenre, is uncomfortable for you, maybe skip this.

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Y'know, it's funny, in all my years of being on this blog, I haven't really touched some of my fandoms in my list (I might need to fix that)

One of them is Hazbin Hotel. Though, granted, I'm only really an extremely casual viewer. I'm here for the songs, and Velvette, not much else.

So for day 3, I put my favorite Hazbin Hotel character, Velvette, in a crib