Are you an Agere who can’t be open or public about it?
For : Age Regressors !!
Here’s a few tips and resources for you!
First of all, remember you are valid and not being open about agere for whatever reason doesn’t make you any less of a good age regressor than others.
If you have any tips or tricks that you use feel free to share them! This community is always safe for ideas and communication.
Ways to secretly regress:
- wearing over sized or bigger clothing, it can make you feel smaller. Similar to a kid in adult clothing
- water bottles. Almost everyone uses them but it can be like a replacement for a sippy cup or bottle.
- cut your food small, it can make you feel like a kid having to make their food smaller to eat it.
- watch animated films. Many adults and teens watch animated films. So it’s something that can make you feel small without giving it away.
- fidgets. Like a mature replacement for toys, most people don’t find fidgets to just be a “kid thing”
Apps and Links :
Spotify, Apple Music, any music app —>
- You can create playlists to listen to outside of the house or around people with songs that make you feel safe or small. This is one way to regress or feel smaller without letting others know.
Video games —>
- Minecraft, Roblox, Stardew Valley, terraria
- Candy Crush, Undertale
Meet and talk to other Agere —>
- Tumblr, Discord, HeySpace (though this isn’t the safest)
- TikTok, Reddit, Pillowfort.
Always be safe!! If you believe that for any reason being open about your age regression could cause you harm I ask that you wait until you are in a safe space.
SFW INTERACTIONS ONLY PLEASE
DNI: Nsfw, Nsfl, Ddlg, Kink, etc
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how i regress as someone whos easily overwhelmed buh also is a secret little >.<! :
-i don like fluffy socks cuz dey get too hot n overstimulating for me, so i jus sit in m blankie or i cross my legs hehe
-i buy ‘aesthetic’ pink fings… buh dis can be any colour you wan! also by this i mean like discreetly buying agere things… so i have a pink squishmallow n these pink flower fairy lights in my room wiv these cute bedsheets
-i have headphones to listen to m shows n music!!
-i try to only regress at night times (clearly not working today lol) cuz no one iss around <33
-buy plushies!! dey are very cute n u don need to hide dem hehe
-wear hoodies n big clothes… i take dis hoodie blanket fingy usually…
-i don have cute plates buh i eat wiv little spoon hehe… my family don notice cuz i do it regularly >.<
-try n act like the fings ur doin iss normal… like if u eatin in small bites or watchin a kids show on ur laptop or tv n dey ask don panic! if u act like iss normal fing to do den theyll jus fink iss fine :P (for me at least)
-print out colourin sheets instead of havin a book! easy to hide or throw away secretly hehe >.<
-take baths if u wannu get away… no one will disturb u cuz ur showering hehe
-iss okay if u cant do any of these fings! u r still valid i luv u <333
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Brock is a legendary agent, but not too good at the 'secret' part. He doesn't need a partner, but after the unfortunate incident with the ambassador's Fabergé egg, his bosses disagree. Isadora is a codebreaker, not a spy, and could have had a distinguished career behind a desk if not for one stupid decision. But now they've been put together, and their first mission looks like it could turn both their worlds upside down.
Lorenzo Arrencani fits almost every mafia stereotype. His family controls almost all crime in the region; from prostitution to extortion, from guns to gambling, and from narcotics to turning women into babies.
To get close to this dangerous figure, Isadora and Brock will have to become Mr and Mrs Green, new neighbours for the Arrencani family. But will they be able to cope with each other long enough to get the job done? What is the secret that Isadora is trying to keep hidden? And how long has the mafia been involved in age regression? It looks like this might not be the simple case it first seemed…
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hello scu enjoyers here's a little r!charlie with cg!schlatt yesyes. it is set in a zombie apocalypse so trigger warning for non-graphic mentions of zombies and also a gun! i dont describe any blood or gore or anything dwdw - also maybe slight unreality for the line "was any of that real?" near the end
hope u enjoy <3
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“Oh, hey Charlie.”
Charlie’s head snaps up, meeting the eyes of a charming man standing behind the pristine counter of a little hole-in-the-wall bar that Charlie has never seen here before. His buttoned shirt is crisp, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he polishes a glass with a red rag. His apron is black and stainless. His hair is curled, his beard is groomed and well kept. His eyes are brown, and he smiles at Charlie as if nothing is wrong with the world.
“H-hey,” Charlie stammers. He looks up at the walls, the iron bars lining the entrance. He doesn’t remember walking inside, but here he is. The floor is strangely even, no plants, no rocks, no cracks. The groans of the infected outside seem so far away. “Hey- how do you know my name?”
The man’s smile does not change. His eyes flicker from brown to gold and back again. Charlie glances around the room. The light of the torches set in the walls is not comforting in the slightest.
“So,” the man sets the glass aside, slings the rag over one shoulder, and braces both arms on the counter. “Milk or juice?”
“What?”
“You look like you could use it,” he answers, simple as that. His fingers tap along the countertop. “Milk or juice?”
“What is going on, dude, how do y-”
“Milk,” he interrupts, eyes flickering again. Charlie shuts his mouth as the man’s expression changes just so, like a mountain challenging a pebble to a battle of might, or a sun backhanding a star out of the sky.
Then the man smiles again, simple as that. “Or juice?”
Charlie grips the straps of his backpack, a pebble, a pebble, a pebble. The groans of the infected feel like a hazy memory. He takes a step towards the counter, strangely uneven on the even ground.
“Juice, please,” he murmurs, taking a seat on one of the stools. It’s plush, comfortable, with a bar at the bottom for his feet. He swings them instead.
“Good choice,” the man praises, "now,” he laughs, “maybe this one’ll getcha. Bottle or cup?”
Charlie blinks. The mountain looms on the other side of the counter, with an amused smile on its face.
“Cup,” he answers, softer than he means to, but he can’t help it when he feels like a pebble, maybe all of four years old. The room gets hazy at the edges of his vision.
“Now, now, Charlie,” the man scolds lightly, almost teasing, almost stern, amused all around, “I think we both know the correct answer here.”
Charlie frowns, eyebrows furrowing. Was that not it?
“Cup, please,” he tries again.
The man tsks. “Charlie…”
He says nothing.
The man sighs.
“Tell you what, kiddo,” he leans over, sliding the glass easily off the counter and stowing it away underneath. He fishes around for something else, his smile still charming, his expression warm but oddly intense. “We’ll compromise.”
He returns with a dark green sippy cup with a light green lid. Two and a half hearts decorate the side, glaring up at Charlie. He looks away as the man retrieves another bottle from somewhere else. This one has a golden apple printed on the side.
“‘fraid apple juice is all we’ve got.”
Charlie shrugs. Apple’s fine.
The man smiles as he pours it, screwing on the cap and sliding it to him when it’s full. “Knew you’d be a good sport about that.”
Charlie wraps his hands around the sippy cup. It’s the perfect size to hold like this. His shoulders sag in relief, oddly comforted by this little bit of plastic.
“You’re doing so well,” the man praises. Charlie can’t help but preen at that a bit, turning the cup in his hands but not yet taking a drink. “I’ll step in as needed, but it’s quite honestly remarkable just how far you’ve come.”
Charlie tries to smile at him, tries to show he’s grateful.
The man chuckles, reaching over the counter to ruffle his hair. Charlie ducks away, swatting at his hand.
“Alright, well. You better scram, kid,” he reaches under the counter again, this time producing a gun. Charlie blinks. The haze in his head fades as he whirls around, spots five infected approaching. How did he not notice them getting so close?
“I’ll hold them off,” the man’s voice raises dangerously as he storms out of the bar with his gun, seizing Charlie’s collar and dragging him out with him, abandoning the bottle on the counter. He shoves him one way and fires the gun in the other, “go, kid. Go!”
Charlie stumbles, unsteady, but runs. He runs, ducking between infected and swerving around buildings and runs, fast as he can manage as they follow, running, groaning behind him, and he runs, and his foot catches a stone and he falls and he rolls and he-
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When he comes to, the sun is rising.
He jolts upright in bed. He’s home. He’s safe.
His jacket is pristine. There’s new patches on the elbows. There are no scuffs on his armor. His legs are fine, his heart is beating regularly, nothing is sore.
Cradled in his hand is a green sippy cup, decorated with two and a half hearts on the side that glare up at him.
He swallows.
Was any of that real?
He turns it over. There’s nothing inside, though taped to the bottom is a messy, scrawled note.
Keep it, it reads. Signed with a simple, -J
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Regressor Annabeth chase headcanons !!!
-Usually regresses to about 7 or younger
-usually likes to be alone, and only ever regresses in front of certain people (namely Thalia, Percy, Grover and Piper)
-very prone to temper tantrums and easily frustrated when she can’t do something right
-Grover will play her lullabies on his reed pipes to calm her down
-she LOVES to play with any kind of building blocks, especially Lincoln logs or tinkertoys
-she also likes jigsaw puzzles, brain teasers, and sudoku puzzles
-she WILL get stickers if she does a good job at something this is not optional
-if she’s playing pretend she always makes Percy play the damsel in distress
-when Thalia visits it always makes her feel super small, she’s like her big sister <3
-the secret teddy bear in her storage trunk when she was a gift from Thalia (she stole it for her)
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