#regressuary

[locksylight]

Franky (half) jokingly getting Zoro a tiger plushie

I just think he needs more nice things,,,

[mcschnuggles]

Regressuary 2025 prompt list

Character A is always taking care of Character B while regressed. Maybe Character B would like to know what it’s like?

Character A gets shrunk to toddler size and Character B takes care of them.

Character A loves swiping clothes from their caregiver. What happens when Character B catches them red-handed?

Character A wants to wear diapers to help with their regression. Character B tries their best to be supportive.

Character A’s comfort item gets lost or damaged. Character B tries their best to comfort them.

Character A and B play dress up.

Character A regresses around Character B for the first time.

Character A regresses for the first time after a long period of not regressing at all.

Character A has a suspicion that Character B might also be a regressor.

Character A is refusing bedtime, B knows it’s been far too long since they slept.

Character A wants to play in the rain.

Character A is sick but insists they’re fine.

Character A deals with chronic pain by regressing.

Character A regresses from fear.

Character A and B have fun at the beach.

Character A is on the precipice of a breakdown but doesn’t have a word for it yet. Character B helps them out.

Character A and Character B work together to take character of Character C.

Character A’s favorite blanket gets torn. Thankfully, Character B has just the sewing skills needed to help.

Character A sees Character B as the child they never had.  Only more so after they encounter Character B regressed for the first time.

Characters A and B don’t need caregivers. They have each other!

Character A receives some gear as a gift.

Character A and B build a fort.

Character A regresses during a sleepover.

Character A doesn’t feel comfortable having a caregiver, so Character B regresses with them.

Character A didn’t have toys growing up, Character B surprises them with things they’ve always wanted.

Character A loses their words while regressed, Character B is understanding.

Revisit an old AU.

Feed your fandom! Take someone else’s art/fic/headcanon post and create something based off of it.

[butchreg]

littles ! galinda and elphaba with cg fiyero moodboard

regressuary day 3 : platonic | link to bingo card & @regressuary

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

⭐️ Day two of Regressuary ⭐️

“Character A doesn’t feel comfortable asking for emotional support when they aren’t small, which leads to a talk between them and Character B.”

Excerpt below:

notable content tags:

-characters: 1/1 and words: 3,940

-parental/cg aizawa & little bakugou

-hurt/comfort

-non-graphic implications to child abuse

-previous year prompt from @mcschnuggles / @regressuary

if you’re interested, you can read it here!

[nebula-chao-agere]

Regressuary 2025: Day 23

Caregiver Aizawa oops,,

Didn’t feel like drawing much today soooooooo

Three icons ig

And one of these

Aizawa is my Dada,, trust,,

[noahspaperairplane]

regressuary 2025, day 14: Character A regresses from fear.

FLASH WARNING ⚠️

he doesn’t like thunderstorms

[alwaysribbit]

sooo i havent rlly been posting here but !! i return !! with a regressuary prompt list that i cut in half in my attempt to beat burnout but still feel accomplished. so it's only 15 prompts - feel free to use it if u want !!

i might not post stuff for this here (probably more on ao3 - though i might do art for some of them which will go here) and i REALLY doubt i'll finish all of these in time to post them during february but i figured i'd share it

prompt list under the cut for screen readers

Regressuary 2025

1st: blanket fort

3rd: snacktime

5th: comfort item

7th: picnic

9th: bad dreams

11th: hide-and-seek

13th: library

15th: hug

17th: baking

19th: naptime

21st: rainy day

23rd: warm drink

25th: lullaby

26th: gift

28th: outdoors

[starletdust]

★ regressuary day 1 — blanket fort !! ☆

⤷ little atsushi , cg akutagawa ; atsushi builds a den while little — akutagawa is there to protect it

regressuary . oh my days i nearly forgot i was going to do this …………. but alas. hello bsd fandom i wrote this in like fifteen minutes or something if it sounds out of character or anything please ,, i dunno . i am aware no need to point it out i spose

this is crossposted on my ao3 !!!!!

the place is quiet when atsushi enters. it’s hard to relish in, though, when his brain is so loud. and mean.

he barely even registers the fact that this isn’t his house; all he knows is that it’s somewhere safe and he’s sore and can’t formulate many articulate thoughts besides the fact that it’s safe for him to let his guard down in.

safe enough, where he’s grabbing a blanket or two, or three or four, or simply as many as he can find, and retreating into akutagawa’s closet — placing some on the ground, some draped on top of hung clothing, some bundled up as a makeshift pillow alongside the actual pillows.

it’s dark and it’s quiet and it’s comfy and it feels like he’s completely surrounded by akutagawa. how he found so many of his things, he doesn’t know, but he’s comfy and his mind is fuzzy and when he curls up in all of the said blankets it feels like home.

there’s just one thing missing. the den feels empty. open. it has him alert, eyeing the small gap from the door not fully closing anxiously.

but the light fades, replaced by darkness, with a thump that feels so loud as it pierces through the silence, and— “jinko? ..what are you doing?”

atsushi squeaks, peeking up nervously, scooting back to the corner of the room. and then he registers the voice and a face he’s come to love, and his shoulders untense, “‘m building a den.”

“a den?” akutagawa’s brow raises, crouching slightly to get a better view of atsushi. “what’s the den for?”

the weretiger takes a moment to respond, resituating himself in the bundle. “... ‘s safe,” he settles on, blinking up at akutagawa. “protect.”

akutagawa supposes it’s not the time to say how there is absolutely no safety measures in a little blanket fort; he knows it’s a mental soother, rather than something physical. atsushi has something to retreat to, something he made, something he can trust.

his thoughts end there when the other is pulling on his coat, now sitting right in front of him. “protect,” he repeats, his lips quirked into a tiny pout.

“i’m protecting the den?”

atsushi nods. “strong,” he hums, his eyes almost sparkling. akutagawa is strong, and he’s trustworthy, and he’s home, and he’s here. the den is complete, and atsushi’s anxietes have come to rest.

did not know how to end this .. i just . i ermmm uhh u jmmmm errrmsms i mean hye guys uhhh humm

@twinypwupy

[inkala]

Fantasy Based Regressuary/Age Regression Writing Prompts

A list so I have something to refer to for my bg3 fics. Feel free to use :) let me know if you do use them though as i’d love to read/see what you do and support you!

⚔️A is scared of storms, and dashes to B’s tent when a storm rolls in over camp. ⚔️

⚔️B is busy organising the camp supplies. A wants attention.⚔️

⚔️A and B come across a trader selling some regression gear. B treats A to new gear.⚔️

⚔️A really, really needs to regress, but they can’t. B gives them a nudge in the right direction.⚔️

⚔️A gets hit with a spell that causes them to regress. The party dotes on them being soft and adorable. ⚔️

A encounters a camp pet/wild animal. They very much want to pet, and B is hesitant until they know they can trust the animal (bonus points for protective casting of Speak with Animals or equiv.)

A goes for a walk and gets lost, then ends up regressing. A panicked B finds them. (bonus points for a character with not so great intentions trying to pick up A and B stepping in?)

⚔️A gets stuck climbing up a tree/through a gap. As they panic they start to regress; B comes to save them.⚔️

A has battle wounds that haven’t properly healed, but they want to play. B tries everything they can to keep playtime calm and without too much movement.

A finds out B is also a regressor. The two get into mischief and distract the others at camp from their work.

B brings home some sweet treats to share in the camp. A overindulges and takes a few too many, and B has to reprimand them.

⚔️A has some nasty history, and when they break B’s favourite item, they’re terrified they’ll be punished like they used to. B shows them that discipline doesn’t have to be like that. ⚔️

⚔️A makes some art/music/creative thing for B. B nearly cries of happiness.⚔️

⚔️When B is having a rough day, suddenly it falls on a regressed A to take care of B instead. They do their best to cheer up B.⚔️

A is heavily regressed, and B thinks it’s only the two of them at camp, so deems it okay to venture out of the tent. As it turns out, C comes back to camp earlier than the others, and finds out about A’s regression.

B is having a hard time and is struggling to look after A. They look to C for support.

⚔️A and B have a heart to heart about A’s history of regression, and the things they’ve faced. B opens up in response.⚔️

A and B go for a nature walk to get away from camp.

⚔️A and C are fighting at camp. When B sees A start to get upset (or C start looking a bit too violent) they step in to defend them. Lots of fluff after.⚔️

⚔️A nearly loses B in battle. B has to do a lot of reassuring later that evening to convince A they’ll be okay, and that they aren’t going anywhere.⚔️

The party manages to get a few nights’ stay at an inn. A and B use the opportunity to cuddle up and get warm and cosy.

⚔️A and B meet C, a stranger, who seems to have A all figured out in seconds. Now they need to decide whether they should be worried. ⚔️

A has a day of pet regression. B is confused, but not upset, at the variation.

B wants a chance to regress, too. C steps in and takes care of both A and B.

⚔️A gets a little too tipsy after a camp celebration. B carefully extracts them from the party and gently sobers them up.⚔️

⚔️After a particularly rough battle, A has nightmares. It takes them a few nights to hunt down B to ask for help.⚔️

⚔️On their travels, A finds a book of children’s tales. They work up the courage to ask B to read to them. ⚔️

⚔️A asks B to do their hair for them. The two bond.⚔️

[littlebkg]

REGRESSUARY DAY 2!!!

prompt is

Whump oh brother

hurt, wetting, breakdown, crying, implied childhood trauma, very angsty type ahh

agere dabble: regressor/little bakugo

｡𖦹°‧

bakugo went to sleep loved, chewing on his pacifier as he held onto his favorite stuffed animal.

a small wolf, kirishima had gave to him for his birthday, he swore he would throw it away. that he was too old for stuffed animals. but it never left underneath his pillow during the day, and it always seemed to sneak into his arms during the night when he needed something to hold.

it was just something to hold, that’s all it was for him. at least that’s what he told himself.

despite the easy drift to sleep around nine o’clock, he couldn’t help but toss and turn in his bed at midnight. he couldn’t get comfortable. he huffed frustratedly, he kept falling in and out of sleep. he was exhausted from training. he needed to piss, but he figured he would when he woke up, despite feeling hot and all the textures not rubbing the right way on his skin.

through all of it, he fell back to sleep around two, his pacifier still between his drooling lips.

till a loud bang rung against his ear drum, his pacifier now underneath his blanket (he must’ve accidentally spat it out while he slept), and a pan near his head. bakugo yelped, a warm sensation between his legs.

denki holding a pan and a wooden spoon was ahead his bed with sero, both had large giggling smiles, yelling about shit like “wake up” and that breakfast was ready.

bakugo, without thinking, immediately lifts a hand shooting explosions which led the two to scramble out of his room without noticing his predicament.

the loud wake up call felt like burning, and even though they didn’t physically hit him— it felt like hell. a sting deep into his skull like the back of his mother’s hand.

“fuck.” he held his head, looking down as he peels the blanket off, his sheets and pants wet. his own eyes felt watery at the sight. he’s never…

he gripped his stuffed animal, violently. squeezing his eyes shut as if everything would disappear after he opened them.

but nothing did. he sighed roughly, picking himself up, to get up and lock his door.

he felt at a loss, his cheeks burning, his hands sparkling as he felt hot humiliation sit at the bottom of his stomach.

glancing back at the chewed up pacifier, broken apart, and his stuffie staring back at him like he knew the shame.

he turns the stuffie away, forcing it to stare at the wall rather than himself. he felt sick. gross. dirty.

all bakugo could do was cry, fat soggy tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. digging his nails into his arms as if to ground himself. he shouldn’t just sit here— he needs to clean after himself. but he couldn’t feel his body moving.

he felt so helpless, so small, and everything was so big. the distance.

he wanted to be clean, but he knew he couldn’t make it to the showers without being seen. his classmates knowing what a mess and how dirty he was.

the thought made him tremble.

bakugo prompted to use baby wipes he had, wiping himself clean and peeling his dirty clothes off. he pulled off his sheets and blanket, his stuffie too, into the same basket.

he put on new clothes, but the feeling stayed. jesus, he wanted a bath. he whined softly wishing for the day to pass faster…

fin.

note: reminder not to sexualize my content, this dabble is heavily influenced/inspired by my own experiences and it’s extremely weird for you to sexualize that! my page and agere is strictly sfw. dni if you cannot respect that!

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little!April x Cg!Ben - Onesies

Regressuary day 7 … prompt from: @trail-to-oklahoma

Tw: my lack of editing skills <3

Word count: 727

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After a long day of missing Andy and attending big Washington meetings, April was happy to find herself curled up on the couch with Dada. The entire day had been exhausting and overstimulating for April so Ben had suggested they look at April’s favourite online little shop on his laptop, an activity that allowed April to feel no pressure to talk and be comforted by the little supplies she could see. He’d set the laptop in April’s lap, allowing her to choose what they looked at. After her usual visits - the pacis and stuffed dogs - April was scrolling idly through the options tab, her mouse hovering over the onesies tab for a moment before clicking on it. This piqued Ben’s interest, April had never expressed an interest in this before. He let her scroll for a moment before speaking up, “Do you want one baby bat?” He asked quietly. April stiffened. She’d really just wanted to look… but now she was here she couldn’t deny that they did look comfortable.

“I’m not a baby,” she grumbled defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I know,” Ben acknowledged gently, combing his fingers through April’s hair. “But they look cozy and they would probably save you from a lot of frustration when your normal clothes feel icky.” April thought on this for a moment, her grown up clothes did bother her a lot. The different fabrics and feelings made her skin feel all crawly. “You don’t have to decide now.”

“But Andy wouldn’t wear them,”

“You and Andy don’t have to be the same bubba, if you need different things while little than he does it doesn’t matter. You don’t play with action figures, does that mean Andy can’t?” She supposed it made sense. April squirmed, looking between her fidgety hands and the laptop screen. Coincidentally they’d stopped scrolling right over a black onesie spotted with purple and green dinosaurs.

—

After some gentle coaxing from Ben, April agreed to order a couple of onesies to try out. Once her mind was made up April was actually quite excited to try the onesies. It was a good distraction from missing Andy. However, when they arrived a few days later April was suddenly filled with anxiety. She refused to wear the onesies and they were put in the back of her wardrobe for safe keeping.

—

“Baby bat, it’s time to go,” Ben called through her shut bedroom door. They were supposed to be heading out to a dinner celebrating a win for their campaign but April had been taking longer than usual to get ready. After there was no reply, Ben knocked again. “April?” There was a faint grumble in reply. “Ok bubba, I’m coming in,” he called out a final time before opening the door. It took Ben a moment before he noticed April’s dark hair poking out from a lump in the covers, initially distracted by the entirety of April’s wardrobe being spilled across the floor. “Is there a little bat hiding in this bed?” Ben called out playfully.

“Nuh uh,” April mumbled. Ben laughed softly, tickling where he assumed her stomach was. April squeaked and squirmed away from him, a faint smile evident on her lips as she emerged from the covers.

“Oh there is a little bat in here!” Ben gawked. April hid her smile in her pillow but let Ben sit down next to her. “What are we hiding from?”

“Clothes,” April grumbled, shooting a harsh glare at the piles of clothing on her floor. “It all feels icky.” Ben nodded in understanding and rubbed April’s back soothingly.

“Can Dada try something?” April nodded, cuddling her stuffed dog tightly to her chest. Ben searched around quickly in April’s mainly empty wardrobe before pulling out one of the disregarded onesies. April glanced nervously in Ben’s direction but quickly soothed herself into the idea of it, the onesie did look comfortable. Ben gently helped April change into the onesie and much to her delite it didn’t irritate her at all. She smiled widely, flapping her hands at the soft fabric against her skin, a relief from all of the rough and icky fabrics and sensations she’d been trying. “Is that good, baby?” April nodded, reaching for Ben to pick her up. “Ok, I think we ought to order in, hm?”

“Pizza?”

“Yeah baby, we can have pizza.”

[teenyweenyeenymeeny]

happy @regressuary everyone I hope you were looking for. Smallfrin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63005428

Chapter 1/4

Content warning: mentions of dying [nothing graphic or permanent. Timeloop and all]

[mcschnuggles]

Regressuary 2024

uhh here's my prompt list. A lot of these ended up being multi-chaps so I don't have a full set of 29 prompts

Character B is picking on Character A. Is it because they know they're a regressor? Do they have their suspicions and are trying to confirm them? Do they have no idea and are just mean? Does someone have to intervene?

Character A is stuck and needs Character B to come rescue them.

Character A gets their first blanket.

Character A is always taking care of Character B while regressed. Maybe Character B would like to know what it’s like?

Character A has hit a rough patch in their life. Luckily their group of friends (and also caregivers) are there to help them pick up the pieces.

Character A gets shrunk to toddler size and Character B takes care of them.

Character A and Character B are both regressors. B tries their best to look out for A.

Character A is feeling off. Character B prompts them to take an early night in.

Character A is found by Character B when they’re small. A tentative bond forms from there.

Character A loves swiping clothes from their caregiver. What happens when Character B catches them red-handed?

Character A hasn’t had a break in a very long time. Character B helps them get there.

Character A introduces Character B to their very favorite, very special plushie.

Character A calls Character B by a special nickname for the first time. How do they react?

[butchreg]

canon compliant little ! iris ( companion 2025 ) moodboard

regressuary day 1 : canon compliant | link to bingo card

note : please ignore that it is february 11 and not february 1 .. (づ_ど) spreading my niche regressor headcanons one day at a time.

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

☀️ Day twelve of Regressuary ☀️

“Character A is sick but insists they’re fine.”

Excerpt below:

notable content tags:

-chapters: 1/1 and words: 5,832

-cg hermes and apollo & little odysseus

-grief & mentions of canon deaths (including parental death)

-prompt by @mcschnuggles / @regressuary

if you’re interested, you can read it here!

[nebula-chao-agere]

Regressuary 2025: Day 3

(This is specifically about the movie franchise, there will not be any shipping of any kind as they're basically children in the movies and I see them all more like siblings,,)

Like Brother

Shadow was walking nervously to Tom and Maddie's room, his baby blankie trailing behind him, the corner in his hand. The small blanket was a gift from Doctor Stone, being something he'd recovered from the lab after Gerald and Ivo's death. He didn't have a use for it, but it was in that room that Shadow had been a little too attached to while there. Surely the gift wouldn't hurt. Well, not only did it NOT HURT but it actively helped Shadow when he regressed, the little hedgehog and blankie being inseparable.

He toddled down the stairs and into their currently empty room. Maddie was with Tails and Knuckles in the kitchen working on a lunch of finger foods. Tom was in the bathroom with a fussing blue blur who was very insistent on not taking a bath. While everyone was distracted, Shadow found himself poking around in the shared closet of the parents of the house. He hesitantly flipped through Tom's shirts and jackets, a small pang of jealousy. Sonic, Tails, and even Knuckles had some clothes of their own. Shadow didn't really understand the concept of clothes, not anything other than gloves and shoes anyways. But when it came to bedtime or when one of his siblings were sick, "pajamas" seemed to bring alot of comfort to them. Even just t-shirts or the soft "pants" or "shorts" appeared to have some sort of comfort and gave the wearer some ability to relax.

Sonic had grown quite the collection of t-shirts now, mostly consisting of his favorite superheroes or cartoon characters, and even a few hand-me-downs from Tom. Shadow couldn't quite place why, but he wanted a shirt of his own. He was filled with almost 100% certainty that Sonic would share his, but it just wasn't the same to him. Shadow wanted his own. He wanted to feel... human? That's not the word he was looking for. Something that made him feel a bit more "down to Earth", in a literal sense; similar to how his blankie made him feel. He shook his head, holding his blankie closer to his chest before glancing behind him. Making sure the coast was clear; he hesitantly took a plain t-shirt off of one of the hangers. He'd made sure it wasn't one he saw Tom wear often, and made sure it wasn't one of the fancier ones that he saved for special occasions. And of course, he steered very clear of his work attire. They looked uncomfortable anyway.

The shirt he'd picked would probably be huge on him, but that didn't seem to be a problem for him in the slightest. It had some cartoon mascot on it that he didn't recognize, seeming to be a yellow bear in a red shirt of his own. Shadow hesitantly checked the doorway again before he slipped it over his own head after setting his blankie down, gently, on the bed. He struggled getting his quills through at first, but eventually popped his head through. Something didn't feel quite right though... He looked down at himself, arms tucked underneath the shirt, the little guy not quite understanding how the sleeves were supposed to work.

At that very moment, Sonic sped past the bathroom, somehow already dried off, Tom calling down the hall for him to slow down. "Sonic, you know we're not supposed to run in the house!" he playfully scolded, a small laugh escaping him as he now stood at his own bedroom door. Shadow froze, not even needing to turn around as he realized the predicament he was in. He was frozen in place, his flight or fight at a standstill as he instead froze. "...Shadow?" Tom asked hesitantly, gently, after a moment. Shadow flinched, standing there with flushed cheeks as he didn't know what to do, or how to explain what he was trying to do before he was walked in on.

Not saying another word, not wanting to scare the kid, he closed the door softly, making his way over to Shadow. He crouched down next to him, taking it slow and gently, not wanting to make him flinch or jump again. Tom couldn't help the smile that had now formed on his lips as he saw his shirt hanging down to Shadow's knees. "Let me help ya bud... Is it okay to touch?" He asked before even attempting to put a handout. Once given the slightest of nods after nearly ten seconds of silence, he took a hold of one of the short sleeves, trying to guide Shadow's hand. "You gotta put your arm through here, okay?"

Shadow hesitantly did as he was told but couldn't take his eyes off of Tom. How was he being so calm about this, acting like it was normal? It was a stark contrast from how he looked at him when they had first met, and it was surreal to Shadow. The gentle touch of a father's hand was foreign but not unwelcome. He found himself strangely not pulling away as Tom took his hand and guided it through the sleeve, then doing the same with his other hand. Tom knew it was better to leave all of his questions unanswered. One wrong step, and he wouldn't hear from Shadow for weeks, the prideful hedgehog taking even the smallest of questionings harshly. Either way, he already had a bit of a guess of what he was seeing.

"You like it?" He asked with a tender smile once he'd gotten the shirt straightened out and on correctly. Shadow hid his face in his blankie, feeling ashamed of how much he enjoyed something that seemed so small and simple to everyone else in the house.

Before Tom could coax an answer out of him, Maddie called for the kiddos, trying to round them up in the living room for lunch. Tom held his arms open, offering to carry Shadow. It was always hit or miss if Shadow would let anyone pick him up... bud today... he let himself walk into Tom's arms, nuzzling his face in the fabric of his blankie that he held onto, sat atop his father's shoulder. "Let's go get some food in your tummy, yeah?"

As Tom carried him into the living room, the other three kiddos weren't even really paying attention, Tails and Sonic competeing to see who can stack the tallest "cracker sandwich" while Knuckles was filling up on the grapes while they watched the movie Maddie had turned on. Maddie however, couldn't help but raise a brow at the hedgehog in Tom's arms, strangely docile and clingy. Not that it was a bad thing, just something she wasn't expecting. Tom sat Shadow down next to the other boys... or tried to. Shadow was oddly very attached to Tom all of a sudden, almost as if he'd regressed into an even smaller headspace than before. Not wanting to draw any extra attention by asking about it, Tom sat down instead, holding Shadow in his lap. Shadow made no move to take any of the food, but watched the other three, trying to gauge what he should do here.

Being the literal Ultimate Lifeform, Shadow didn't need to eat or drink, nor was he accustomed to doing so. But when Maddie offered him a sippy cup similar to the ones the other three had, Shadow accepted it with hesitance, but almost instantly began to sip from it when he saw Sonic take a sip from his. He laid his head against Tom's chest, watching the movie, blankie in one hand, sippy in the other.

This family life really wasn't so bad... Nobody judged or expected anything of him... Nothing hurt and he was... safe? Safe. Yeah, that's the word he was looking for.