#cr agere

[funfettipup]

cg!ananas dragon themed moodboard!! with yellow/gold, tropical and babycore themes!

(i had to add the pineapple plush :33)

[plural-sunny]

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shadow milk cookie dni banners!

[thorin-baby-bear]

This is actually so cute 🥹🥹🥹

Books and Pigments

(art by @sparrowinged​, story written for @sparrowinged​)

Fandom: Critical Role

Characters: Regressor!Caleb, regressor!Jester, featuring Mama!Nott, caregiver!Ford, and the rest of the Mighty Nein in the background (Beau, Yasha, and Molly)

Words: 3,000

Summary: Upstairs, Jester gives Caleb a bath and they both find the process nostalgic. Downstairs, the others discuss ‘somechildren,’ people who never fully grow up. They’re well-known in Wildemount, but much more accepted on the Menagerie Coast.

Content warnings: ‘Little’ is used as an adjective, but not a noun. Caleb’s backstory is briefly alluded to, as is memory loss from trauma. There is drinking (done by adults). Nott is considered a mother and is referred to as such.

Note: I’m only on episode 47, please excuse any backstory gaps!

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[everettswritings]

i love your cg hcs for the ancients!!! i would love if you did pure vanilla! :) hes so papa coded!!

yes

It’s official, I’m doing all the Ancients! (Side note: SFW only, NSFW is a no no!)

Literally gives you the sweetest nicknames one can think of: little flower, blue bird/little bird, my loveliest, sweetness, angel face, and so many more

Has the most comforting presence and aura, he walks into a room and everything is automatically okay!

Likes to take you for walks in the gardens and gently push you on the swings, it’s his favorite way of spending time with you.

There is absolutely no room on the fridge doors, they’re covered with every single drawing you’ve ever created. How could he not put them all on the fridge?!

Whenever he gives you milk it’s always special in some way, usually he adds a splash of vanilla and a dash of sugar!

He can’t lift you up and carry you like the others, but he will always hold you close in some way! Even if it’s just him holding your hand

Weak to puppy dog eyes. That’s it. He’s just weak to puppy dog eyes.

“Sorry, baby, but you can’t have that!” 🥺 “Aww… okay! I’ll get it for you.”

He isn’t much of a spoiler, but he immediately caves in and gives you whatever you want when you hit him with that cute little face

When he gives you baths they are always filled with calming bubbles and toys, maybe he’ll also have a scented candle off to the side(out of your reach, of course)

If you get hurt he will be ALL OVER YOU! He won’t calm down until you’re alright again and healed up, be sure to expect a lot of hugs and kisses afterwards

Loves reading you bedtime stories, there’s nothing in the world that brings him more joy than holding you closely as you slowly fall asleep while he reads your favorite books

Impure regression? Nope! Not in this household! He will do everything in his power to make you feel better, just like Hollyberry Cookie he’s not leaving until you crack a smile.

Oh yeah, hugs and kisses. Honestly, I think it’s just a given at this point! What can I say? He loves you and wants to show it in every way possible!

And that’s about it! Thank you for requesting Pure Vanilla because I loved writing this and I love how others will enjoy my works. Have a good one, y’all 🫶

[plutos-little-space]

Could you maybe do a Lilac Cookie moodboard? A littlespace one with moths and purple please! He's my favorite and you can put a paci if you want, idm!

Yeppers :P

Lilac Cookie agere moodboard!!! yayayay!! enjoy!

(requests are open!)

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[kaidee-koo]

Poison Mushroom cookie Agere stim board! ☠️💜

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I wuv cookie run kingdom I wan Poison mushroom cookie so bad! :( If theres any other cookies you would like me to do please lmk!🍼💜

A fun fact is that they use they/them pronouns 💛🤍💜🖤

[biccyssafespace]

Hahaii!! Can i request Milk Way Cookie (crk) moodboard pls? /nf

(This is my first request ever on Tumblr i’m scared)

hello toaster!! >_< and yes ofc u can! here u go :)

[a-coelacanth-makes-stuff]

Ight, let's get simple things out of the way

Call me Fish, Coelacanth, or Author, I'll be writing requests for fics and hcs, or drawing requests. And I go by any pronouns.

Insta-block list: pedos, proship, anti-agere/petere, bigots, any 18+ interactions and other rude people.

Things will be tagged "tw [thing]" for consistency.

Little or CG or aus will be tagged like [thing]![charater].

The full list of what I will/won't write is under the cut!

Fandoms I'm up to writing

Cookie run

Pokemon (depending on what is asked)

That's it rn

What I WILL write:

Heavy gore

Hurt/No Cmfort

Hurt/Comfort

Comfort/No Hurt

Mentions of things like sa, but nothing more

Nude bodies, in the sense of scarring and weight and that kind of thing, but I will NEVER do it in a sexual manner

Most ships

AUs

One off chatfics

Crackfics

Littlespace/agere/petspace/petre (if any of you think any of this is sexual, I'll take all the pillows in your house)

Just about anything else, depending on how confident I am at writing it

Who I'm confident in writing

(main POVs I'm pretty sure I'm good at writing)

Red Velvet (big and little)

Strawberry Crepe

Crunchy Chip (mostly little)

Pure Vanilla

Poison Mushroom

Dark Enchantress (big and little)

Pitaya (big and little)

Cream Unicorn

Hollyberry(iffy)

Black Raisin

Dark Cacao (Big and little)

Lilac (only little)

What I will NOT write:

Adult/minor, adult/unknown age or sibling/sibling

Any sex scenes, I'm good with writing making out, casual nudity, etc, but nothing more.

Characters I'm not too confident writing (most of OB)

Ships I will NOT write

(added to as I get requests :/)

Anyone/any of the children (I will only write them dating and maybe kisses IF THEY ARE AT LEAST 17 IN THE AU/STORY/SPECIFIED TO BE THAT OR OLDER!)

Licorice/Almond (I don't know how to write these two unfortunately.)

Note that I will default to mostly cannon compliant or my au if not specified! (Most likely the latter as I do love my self indulgent au)

✨Chaos✨

I'm unlikely to write requests in order. I'll reject any requests I'm not confident in writing to spare all of us from reading cringe.

If you want to make art or a fic for my work, please tag me!!

[monokub-twice-removed]

Cream Unicorn Cookie dating an age regressor headcanons

Hi, I haven’t posted for a while, huh? I decided to change that today because I’m a bit obsessed with Cream Unicorn, they just help me regress and feel all small! I hope you enjoy!

• When you told them that you regress they were so excited! They were already buying you gear and spoiling you, you deserve it after all!

• Playtime is their favorite time with you while you’re regressed, they love listening to your giggles and making up all kinds of stories with your toys!

• Always makes sure that you drink plenty of water and eat plenty of snacks

• They could cuddle with you all day! They love being able to hold their little one close

• Doesn’t do much other than give you time out when you break a rule, they’re just too soft they can’t punish you!

• Loves taking you to the carnival whenever you’re regressed

• Whenever you’re impure regressing you can bet that they’ll be there for you until you’re 100% better! They’ll hold you close and stroke your hair until you can calm down and tell them what’s wrong

• Plans all of your outfits for you, they just love putting you in cute clothes!

That’s about all I have, just writing all of this is making me regress! Have a great day!

[littletealseal]

I honestly haven't been feeling good as of late, so sorry for the lack of art... just October was really chaotic and while some parts were good! Most of it was really stressful...

I won't get into it too much but I haven't been playing CRK much anymore due to the heaviness of the Wind Archer event... and completely skipped the new event with Burning Spice. Made me really realize just how much I rely on CR for comfort and safety... and how it felt ripped away during the WA event due to its topics.

During the Mystic Flour event something struck a cord with me and Dark Cacao, I never was that big of a fan of him ( mostly due to his interaction with his own son.. ) but after the event I started getting thoughts of him with Peach Blossom... and ofc as you all know when this happens it leads to agere art and stuff with characters >c>

I didn't know how to really feel about these thoughts though... heck I wasn't even gonna post these doodles after making them, but decided to do so cuz eh, might as well...

[funfettipup]

crob paci edits!! f2u! i had lots of fun making these :)

[immeasurablesaladagere]

first i want to thank you so much for all that you do… feeding the housemd agere community near single handedly and bringing me and many others so much joy…. o7!! do take care of yourself tho!

second… sorry this is SUPER specific, so you don’t have to follow every detail if you don’t want to haha 😅 but could you write smth like, the ducklings find out abt house’s regression (to like 5ish) because he got triggered or was super stressed during a case, and started slipping involuntarily? trying to hold it back but fails and is then upset/scared and small… the team tries to take care of him for a bit b4 getting wilson who explains a bit & worriedly helps, n he & the team get greg to feel better! & maybe they ponder on the surprise of it a bit

Ahhhhh sorry for the wait! School begins once more. One more request to go in the stack!

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Word Count: 1552

Summery: House is given a bear from a dying child patient whose case they fail to solve in time. It causes him to regress involuntarily after being informed of her death.

*Warning for mentioned death of a child patient.

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CLANG.

House pitched his pager off the metal leg of his desk, and it skittered across the carpet. She was dead. They failed. They should have had at least a few more days. She shouldn’t have declined so fast, they had time. 

Apparently they were wrong. He was wrong. The little girl had her first of a series of cardiac arrests in the early hours of the morning, and each arrest that followed got harder and harder to pull her back from until, according to his pager, twenty minutes ago, when her time of death was called.

He wasn’t known for grieving dead patients. He wasn’t Wilson, he didn’t get emotionally invested in his cases enough to mourn when some inevitably died, but even he could admit that this failure stung worse than the others. Madalyn Fleech, just six years old. The nurses had gushed obnoxiously about her in the first few days after her admission, cooing about how cute, how sweet and brave she was. Like all child patients, he had thought. Oh-so brave and adorable until it came time for a test or exam, then suddenly they became a pain in the ass like all children. But Madalyn didn’t fight a single test. She didn’t fight any of the dozens of tests they’d put her through; she barely even cried. And then, and then…

The stuffed dog sat innocently on his desk, dressed in a doctor’s coat and staring blankly at him with its plastic eyes. It was purchased from the hospital gift shop by one of the girl’s visitors, and Madalyn had given it to him the day before when he was overseeing her lumbar puncture.

“I already got so many stuffies! I want you to have it, for helpin’ me.”

He intended to get rid of it, or maybe give it to someone more sentimental, like Cameron, but between DDX meetings and tests he hadn’t found the time. Now it was on his desk, looking at him, reminding him that he failed. She was dead because they had done something wrong somewhere.

Where? What did they do wrong?

Something stupid and emotional prompted him to reach forward and grab the dog. It was a golden retriever, filled mostly with stuffing with beads in the paws to allow it to sit upright. The lab coat it was wearing was cheaply made compared to the rest of it, and the flimsy stethoscope was curled up on itself. He smoothed it down with his finger and gave the dog’s head an absent scratch. The ambient hospital sounds outside blurred over, and it was like the only two things left in the world were him and this little toy dog. His hand brushed over a rough spot in the fur. A small portion of the fluff was matted with a hard neon green substance. Jello. Madalyn had probably finished her cup of lime flavoured hospital jello and then buried her sticky face on top of its head without thinking about it, like every dumb little kid.

But she wouldn’t have any more jello. She wouldn’t cuddle any more stuffies because they failed her. Madalyn was dead.

His eyes began to burn, and a wall of fuzz crowded his brain without his permission. No. Not right now. Go away. He couldn’t be small like this. Not here, sitting in his office with a dead girl’s stuffed animal, and not now, when his fellows would be back any minute for a debriefing on the case. But the fuzz wouldn’t listen, and the urge to squeeze the dog to his chest and cry only grew stronger. Did Madalyn feel like this? So small and out-of-control? 

It was like his adult brain was being smothered in a warm blanket, both comforting and terrifying. He hated slipping, and he hated it even more when it was caused by something like this. It was his job, death happened all the time. He gave in and hugged the dog tight. But it was his fault, and she was so little. He didn’t mean to let her die. She wasn’t supposed to die.

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Cameron clicked her tongue and sat back on her heels. She’d asked every way she could think of; concerned co-worker, worried friend, stern request, she’d even broke down and patient-voiced him, a tone that should have had House snapping at her for daring to express pity, but nothing could get House to tell them what on earth was going on. All they knew was that they’d failed to diagnose Madalyn in time, that she had passed away, and suddenly House was crying at his desk with his face shoved into a gift shop stuffed dog and refusing to speak to them.

She turned to Foreman and Chase, who were hovering awkwardly by the door. “So… differential?”

Chase ran a hand through his hair, perplexed. “Jeez I dunno, brain tumour?” His tone was equal parts sarcasm and genuine suggestion.

“Maybe he finally snapped and this is some kind of mental breakdown?” Foreman suggested. “Who knows, maybe this patient finally got to him.”

“Patients don’t just ‘get to him’, though. We’ve lost people before who were a lot younger than—“

House cut her off with a little sob, and she startled. Madalyn’s death hit them all hard, but hearing House cry twisted something deep in her stomach.

“I think it’s safe to say this is about the patient.” Chase said flatly, then he squinted and pointed at the stuffed dog. “Is that the dog she gave him?”

Cameron raised an eyebrow. “Madalyn gave him her toy? And he kept it?”

“Yeah, yesterday, when I was doing her lumbar puncture.”

House really was clutching the dog like his life depended on it. She’d never seen him act anything like this, and if she was being honest, it was a bit unsettling. Everything about his body language screamed scared, curled up on himself like he was trying to hide away from them.

“Oh, no way…” Chase muttered under his breath, and she and Foreman looked at him expectantly. “He’s nonverbal, the dog, the crying, the hiding… What if it’s age regression? He was stressed out, he was upset about Madalyn’s de— the case, and her toy could’ve triggered it.”

Instantly House tensed up in his chair, and that was enough to confirm Chase’s theory.

“If our boss is mentally a child, does mean I’m in charge?” Foreman said after a long moment of silence.

Cameron rolled her eyes and turned back to House. The only way they were going to be able to help was if House told them how. “House, have you ever felt like this before?” She asked gently, but not too gently. Even if he had the thought process of a child, it was still House. 

She had to stop herself from chuckling when he tried glaring back at her over the head of the dog. While it was a valiant effort, through his wet eyes and red face it turned into more of a sad pout. Still, he gave a short nod anyway. It was both surprising and relieving to find out that the regression was at least something House seemed to be familiar with, whether intentionally or not.

“Okay, uh… good! What do you usually do when you feel like this? How can we help?” She prodded a little further, maybe a little too far into pity-territory, because House made a disgusted face.

“Go.” He said, like he was trying to order them, but it came out weak.

Cameron looked back at Chase and Foreman, who both gave her similar unhelpful stares. Great. Thanks, guys. “Are you sure? It’d make me feel better if one of us stayed here with you, just to make sure—“

“No!” House physically recoiled at the suggestion like she had just spit on him, then let out a whiny huffing sound. “…Wilson.”

Chase snorted behind her. Cameron ignored him. “You want us to get Wilson? Okay. Yeah, sure, we can do that.” She turned to glare at Chase. “Make yourself useful and go find Wilson, would you?”

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Chase to return with Wilson in toe, looking concerned but calm.

He took Cameron’s place in front of House. “Okay, fill me in? What happened?”

“We lost a patient today, and when we came back for the debriefing, he was acting like this,” Cameron said, “We’re pretty sure it’s—“

“Regression.” Wilson filled in. He didn’t elaborate any further and she didn’t press him for details, but it did make her wonder; just how much did Wilson know about House regressing?  

“…Yeah. Um, does he need anything? What can we do?”

“Honestly? Leave.” Wilson said bluntly, but his expression was soft. “You three should go home, get some sleep. He’ll be fine, I’ve got him.”

It felt wrong to leave when House was obviously still upset, but she trusted Wilson. If that was what he thought was best, then they would listen. She glanced to Foreman and Chase, who nodded and left to gather their things.

After lingering for an extra second, just to make sure she wasn’t needed in some way, she went to follow them. As she opened the door, she turned and gave House a little wave goodbye. “Feel better, House. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

[agerefandom]

Could you do a moodboard for regressor Fjord Stone? - Deuce

Yeah! @deuce-t-agere

He actually gets a little nervous going in the water but he likes to pick things off the shoreline and putting his toes in the water

[everettswritings]

Got an idea for a cute story with a dash of angst if you want

How Shadow milk became the caregiver of regressor y/n....imagine if he had freed himself from the tree (or somehow freed himself again after the events of the story) and began roaming around, doing his usual antics! He eventually reaches y/n's home town/village/well...just home. He does his antics and y/n gets so stressed out, they regress and start crying like a baby.

For Shadow milk...why do I imagine...instant switch flip. From chaotic scary jester mode...to instant funny dad mode...also can imagine Shadow milk just realizing y/n is a regressor and goes '....ok, I'm a dad now. This is my baby now. All mine.' Just instant adoption...releases everyone else because now 1000000% focus is on baby now XD.

Just think the total sudden 180 would be funny lol...

BTW to explain...dash of angst that instantly gets resolved is y/n being terrified of Shadow milk lol...like seeing him all scary with evil laughter and so on scaring y/n so much.

Whole fic time! I actually really love this idea so much, Shadow Milk accidentally adopting someone(especially Y/N) just sounds weirdly canon. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI!)

Laughter echoed through the air of Beast-Yeast, the maniacal cackling was as loud as lightning and even more frightening than such. Somehow, some way, the Beast known as Shadow Milk Cookie had breached his prison and was now spreading horrific chaos across the land. Circus-y music was blaring loudly and the noises of various acts being performed by mind controlled cookies only added to the cacophony.

You were crouched down in the corner of your living room with your ears covered, paralyzed by fear and trying to fight off your littlespace. You naturally screamed when you heard and saw someone crashing into your home, and you couldn’t help but shake as those heterochromatic eyes locked onto you.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?!” Laughed the jester causing this madness as he approached you, fully intending to pull you into this like everyone else. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and involuntarily went into littlespace, instantly bursting into scared tears… somehow it made the jester pause in his advance. A look of concern spread across his usually-grinning face as he saw your tears rolling down your cheeks. He felt a pang inside him; but a pang of what? Guilt? Regret? He couldn’t quite decipher it, as it was probably a mixture of many emotions- he couldn’t recall the last time he felt something other than anger or manic joy. He crouched down in an attempt to look less threatening, feeling another wave of this emotion crashing down as you looked over with misted eyes. The jester gave a weak smile, “Hey, lil’ one… It’s alright. You’re alright…” He reached out for you, but you shrunk away. He retracted his hand and paused to think of how to turn your frown upside down.

The Beast’s grin returned to their face as a lightbulb went off; a puppet show! A puppet show was the perfect idea! They pulled a couple puppets out of thin air, clearing their throat to do the appropriate voices, which caught your attention again. One puppet was a baker and the other was just an ordinary guy- where would this go? The baker puppet held up a cupcake with a sleepy face stitched into the felt: “Here you go!” The baker said “One dozin’ cupcake!”, the ordinary guy grumbled “I said one dozen cupcakes!”.

You couldn’t suppress your giggles. The bit was a little dumb, sure, but it was still funny! At least to a regressed you. Shadow Milk Cookie’s grin widened with genuine affection and he decided to keep going, he kept pulling out assorted puppets and performing silly skits with them in order to make you laugh. Eventually, you decided to finally approach the jester and threw your arms around him in a hug. Although Shadow Milk Cookie was a bit surprised, he couldn’t say no to seeing you smile or hugging you back.

“Thank you, you’ve been such a wonderful audience!” They laughed, giving your little head a pat and handing you a little kettle-corn to snack on. As you graciously munched on the sweet treat, they breathed a relieved sigh that you calmed down. Maybe that’s what the pang was- a paternal feeling. They pulled you onto their lap and ruffled your hair.

“I guess I’m a dad now, huh?” They grinned.

That’s all! Ahh! Loved this, loved this, LOVED THIS! Thank you for the request! Have a good one 🫶

[plutos-little-space]

could you do a Stollen cookie (cookie run ovenbreak) themed moodboard? :D/nf preferably a cozy christmasy theme! and for colors like a warm brown/red or white/blue icey themes whichever idm! (just no green please) paci is optional! (please and thank you regardless these are great)

Yah :0

Stollen Cookie agere moodboard!! :> i hope you enjoy :D

(requests are open)

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[inronsdiary]

❛ NEURODIVERGENT SYMBOLS COMBO . 𓏸 cr: @6angbi on tiktok , @inronsdiary on pinterest ...

Dermatophagia is a psychological disorder in which the person habitually bites the skin, usually around the nails, knuckles, or even elbows. It is usually related to OCD and is part of ICDs (Impulse Control Disorders)

Agedreaming or Agedre is a general term for those whose headset doesn't fit under the agere umbrella, it's a different experience for each person, the headset is usually controlled by the individual and is voluntary. It can encompass those who enter a childlike headspace for fun, those who act/behave like a little non-sexual being, those who simply enjoy the aesthetics and comfort of childlike things, etc.

Capgras it is a neuropsychiatric disorder that affects the patient's ability to identify. The patient believes that a person, usually a family member, is replaced by an impostor identical to that person.

(Alt capgras symbol)

Amusia it is a condition in which a person is unable to recognize different aspects related to music (such as playing musical tones or rhythms)

Glass delusion is a rare psychiatric disorder that causes people to believe they are made of glass and can shatter

• request are open !