🐝Tigger Dressed As A Bee Is My Favourite🐝

served my duty as an autistic artist and made a bunch of autism creature reaction images

my little and I have recently started a sticker chart for them to do their daily tasks, and at the end, they get a reward.

so a couple times a day, they message me to tell me the things they've accomplished and collect their stickers right, but they're always very official about it like

Agere journal prompts ⭐

(contains links to more prompts / ideas at the end ^^) (divider credits)

First of all... what's an agere journal?

Great question! it's a few things really (or whatever you want it to be)

It can be a journal you can use when you regress, just so you can draw and do fun activities! mostly for artistic littles who like to make and draw :3 Or it can be a journal full of information on regression, specify your regression. listing stuff like what you do when little, your favoruite things, your boundaries. these are usually made for littles to give to their caregivers. or it can be both!

prompts!

🖍 an introduction / all about me page 🖍 Pictures (drawn or not) of your favourite plushies and friends ^ 🖍 Character profiles for stuffies 🖍 finger painting 🖍 plan out events like picnics and playdates 🖍 Design and draw your dream little room 🖍 gear wishlist 🖍 print out some task sheets (and/or design your own) 🖍 Headcanons of your fictional littles/caregivers 🖍 positive message 🖍 doodles 🖍 list your favourite activities! 🖍 a collage 🖍 What makes you feel the happiest / safest 🖍 Your favourite movies and TV shows 🖍 Big you vs. little you (chart, drawing, list, etc) 🖍 Draw yourself as an animal! 🖍 signs that you are regressed 🖍 Write down any chores for the day as a to-do list or sticker check-off list 🖍 Design a small outfit 🖍 Make a playlist for when little 🖍 A pretend menu for when playing restaurants ^ 🖍 Anything you might need for pretend play (doctor notes, grocery list, tressure maps) 🖍 regression triggers 🖍 draw yourself as a superhero! 🖍 plan your ideal trip 🖍 Family photos of you and your plushies 🖍 make a page dedicated to a colour (any colour) and describe how it makes you feel (for example i like yellow because it reminds me of sunflowers) (another (and better) example) 🖍 A page dedicated to your favourite characters 🖍 share a funny memory that makes you laugh 🖍 make a word search when big (or even get your caregiver/friend to do it!), and then when you find it when little you can do it!

links!

fun scenarios (this post also contains links!), things to doodle, designing your dream regression room, pokemon related prompts, 50 things to put into your agere journal, 75 agere journal prompts.

~Agere apps~

~Ages 0-5~

🍼-Hello kitty travel

🍼-A day with Caillou

🍼-Toca Boca jr

🍼-StarFall

🍼-Khan academy kids

🍼-Avatar world

🍼-Miffys world

🍼-Care bear music band

🍼-Strawberry shortcake bakery

🍼-Endless numbers/alphabet

🍼-My very hungry caterpillar

🍼-Pbs kids games

🍼-Lego duplo connected train

🍼-Pet salon

~Ages 6-8~

🍭- Hello kitty lunchbox

🍭-Epic

🍭-Spotify kids

🍭-Pbs kids games

🍭-Toca Boca world

🍭-Toca Boca hair salon 4

🍭-Lingukids

🍭-Pet salon

🍭-StarFall

🍭-Miga town

🍭-Fluvsies

🍭-My little pony harmony quest

🍭-Khan academy kids

~Ages 9-12~

🍨-Adventure academy

🍨-Kidly

🍨-Toca Boca world

🍨-Go noodle

🍨-Avatar world

🍨-Myschool

🍨-Prodigy

🍨-My little pony rainbow runners

🍨-My little pony harmony quest

🍨-Powerpuff yourself

🍨-Youtube kids (be safe!)

🍨-Donut maker cooking games

🍨-Toca Boca hair salon 4

🍨-Sushi maker kids cooking games

Pralieon oversaw the cookie nest production this afternoon and was pleased to report very high levels of choccy all around.

Imagine getting a cat from an animal shelter and deciding to pick the very sweet and gentle one who hasn't made a single sound the whole time you're there, and being told "yeah she doesn't meow like other cats do", and then when you say "oh it's ok, I don't mind a cat who isn't very vocal!" the shelter's people look at you like they're about to say something but decide against it.

And then you bring your kitty home and the first time she wants your attention, she opens her mouth and the sound that comes out is a low, soothing but abnormally long continuous tune that you can only describe as something between mongolian throat singing and a didgeridoo.

Fun Add-Ons for an Age Regression Journal

Hyper fixation pages!

Educational animal pages of your favorite animals / your pets

Aesthetic throw up pages (drawings or pictures of your favorite / personal aesthetic)

Word throw up pages (any word that comes to mind write it down, could also be song lyrics or quotes)

Watchlist (movies or shows)

Most played songs and how they make you feel

Affirmation pages

Quote pages

Outfit collage (draw an outline of your body and hair and make cutout clothes to layer ontop)

Favorite character pages

Design your dream room / house

Design your dream outfits / toys / gear

Write about places you want to go and information about the culture

Wishlists

Play time pages (cafe menus, what your store sells, a list of things to check if you play doctor, etc.)

Craft ideas, to-do lists, etc.

Vents or rants

Food / drink recipes

Popup pages / interactive pages

Things to Do with Plushies that aren’t Traditional Pretend Play

If you regress/dream to an older age range, you might not play pretend as often, if at all. That said, there’s no reason why you still can’t enjoy your plushies’ company.

Cuddle them as you go to sleep. This one is pretty obvious, but I think it deserves a place on this list.

Make them little Kandi collars with their name in letter beads. You can make a matching bracelet or necklace for yourself too!

On that note, sew clothes for them and dress them up. This one might require some supervision because of the pins and needles, but it’s usually worth it.

Set them up so that they look like they’re doing the same activity as you are. (Putting a controller in front of them if you’re gaming, pretending to feed them bits of your meal, setting them up in front of the TV so they can enjoy the programs with you, etc) This one veers into pretend play, but it’s not as involved so I figured I’d include it.

Put them into your purse/backpack/bag so they can keep you company on your errands or other trips you take.

Set them up in nature or around the house and take photos of them. You can even scrapbook with the photos.

If they are sturdy enough, give them a bubble bath and then either stick them in a pillowcase and put it in the dryer, or air dry them in the sun. This is good for bonding with them, and general maintenance to keep them clean.

Write about them. You can make little character profiles for them, or even full stories! This is good if you have a hard time playing pretend but you still want to feature them in imaginative contexts.

Draw/paint pictures of them and hang them on your wall!

Finally, if this is something you’re up for, set up a side blog for your favorite plushie and document their life online. Make blog posts from their perspective, have them take “selfies” etc!

Have fun with your plushies 💕

hii omg I absolutely adore your blog!! i love the interactions between the guys and reader, the way you write them makes them feel so so real 💫 I was wondering, how do you think they'd react to reader having a horrible nightmare and not being able to fall asleep? you dont have to write it ofc, and sorry for my english it's not my first language 🥰

Hi, thank you lovely! Please don't worry about your english, it's amazing and it'd be no problem even if it weren't, and thanks for requesting <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You wake with a tear already slithering down your face from the injustice of it. Your chest feels empty and crushed, and you press your palm to your breastbone as if that will ease the hollow ache. You come to terms quickly with the fact that none of it was real, you’re okay, but there’s still evidence of your terror and indignation in your too-hot skin. You pull the sheets covering you to the side so that half your body is exposed to the cool air. 

“Hey.” The word is hardly more than a raspy exhale, Sirius’ voice slurred with sleep. You’d evidently slipped free of his arms at some point in the night. You distinctly remember falling asleep with his breath on your forehead, but now there’s nearly a foot of empty space between you. His face rubs against the pillowcase as he shifts to see you better. “Hey, what’s up?” 

“Nothing,” you say, though your voice is tight with unwanted tears. They keep squishing out of your eyes, like aftershocks of an earthquake that’s already fading from your memory. “Just a dream.” 

Sirius reaches for your face. His hand is pleasantly cool against your skin, but he makes a sleepy discontented sound at the wetness he finds. “You’re crying.” 

“Shh, you’ll wake them.” You cover his hand with yours, giving his fingers a reassuring squeeze. “I’m okay, go back to sleep.” 

Sheets rustle as James rolls over to face you. “Whas’ going on?” 

You sigh. “Nothing, sorry.” You turn your face from Sirius’ touch, moving one leg over the edge of the bed. “I’m going to go get some water.” 

“She’s crying,” Sirius tattles, though it’s hard to be too mad at him when his voice is still foggy with sleepy bemusement. He wraps his hand around your elbow. “Wait, stay.” 

You go to shush him again, but then you see that Remus already has his eyes open. He’s been watching you quietly for who knows how long. Superb. At least your crying has finally stopped. 

“What’s wrong, angel?” James says through a yawn, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he props himself up on his elbow to see you over Sirius. “Bad dream?” 

“Yeah, just a dream,” you reassure him softly. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, though he still looks like he’s got weights sewn into his eyelids. “Wanna talk about it?” 

“No, thank you,” you say as kindly as you can. “I just want to get a drink, then I’ll go back to sleep.” 

“I’ll get it for you, love.” Remus’ voice is rough. He rolls over and says warningly, “Light,” before turning on the lamp beside the bed. Sirius makes a low moan of protest, turning his face into the pillow, and you and James both squint your eyes. Remus passes James his glasses, sitting up to get out of bed. 

“I can get it,” you object. You go to mirror him, but Sirius holds fast to your elbow, preventing you from moving off the mattress. 

“No, I know better.” Remus steps into his slippers. “I’ve got it, you stay.” 

You watch guiltily as he plods out of the room, then turn to James and Sirius with a bemused look. He knows better?

James gives you a small smile, tinged with apology. “Whenever you say you’re going to get water in the middle of the night, you never come back,” he explains as Sirius wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer. “None of us wants you to deal with these things on your own, angel.” 

Your face starts heating again with the knowledge that they’ve found you out. You do often say you’re going for water after nightmares like these, so that your boyfriends will go back to sleep even though you can’t. You usually end up sitting in the living room, distracting yourself with sudoku or reading until it’s a reasonable hour to make breakfast and pretend you’ve only just woken up.

“Give ‘er here, Pads,” James says at your touched silence. “We can share.” 

Sirius holds you to his front and rolls over, situating you between him and James on the bed. James takes your face in his hands and sets about kissing your salty cheeks, lips wet and smooshed and more loving than you could ever deserve. You can’t help but smile as he does it, and Sirius makes a quiet sound of satisfaction, giving your middle an appreciative squeeze. 

“They’re just dreams,” you argue when James pauses. “I don’t need to be babied over something that didn’t really happen.” 

“They’re still upsetting,” Remus says as he comes in with a cup of water, “aren’t they?” 

“Sort of, I guess.” You sit up to take the cup from him, doing your best to convey your gratitude through a look. He gives you a tired smile as he gets back in bed beside James. “But it’s like, half the time I don’t even know what I’m upset about. I forget them.” 

Sirius disentangles his arms from you as you sit upright. He settles for rubbing your lower back instead. “But you can’t sleep afterward.” It’s not a question. 

You take a sip of water, speaking quietly into the cup. “I think I get too worked up.” 

“That’s alright, darling.” Remus’ voice is soft and smooth as butter. “Your body’s just still working through the emotions of it all, yeah? But maybe, instead of running off and staying up all night, you could let us help you.” 

You look over at him. The warm light from the lamp makes his mussed brown hair look golden as he watches you consideringly. “How?” you ask tentatively.

“Seems like all you need is to calm down,” James says, looking up at you from where his head rests on the pillow just beside your hip. You want to squirm at all the attention, but there’s nothing pitying in his gaze. “We can at least try to help with that.” 

You hesitate, and Remus reaches over, wrapping his hand around your cup. “Done with this, lovely?” He takes it when you nod and sets it down on the nightstand. “Alright, lie down.” 

You do as he says, shimmying beneath the covers. Remus shuts off the light. 

Sirius’ grip is solid as he turns you by your hips, setting your back to his front. “Still feeling too warm?” he asks softly. 

You blink into the darkness. “How’d you know?” 

He chuckles, and you feel his lips press against the back of your head a moment before his hands snake under your pajama shirt, cool palms pressed flat to your stomach. “Because I know you, sweet girl.” 

“Do you think taking some deep breaths would help?” Remus murmurs. 

You’re not sure, but you try, counting as your lungs expand and contract until they start to feel a bit more like their normal size. 

“There you go.” James’ lips press to the spot between your brows. “Does that feel better, angel?” 

“Yeah,” you admit. The word emerges like a sigh. Your voice is slipping away, quieting as you grow drowsy. Sirius can tell, and he begins to rub his palm slowly back and forth across your ribs. It grows warm against your skin, but you don’t mind so much anymore. “Thank you guys. Sorry for waking you.” 

“Don’t worry about it, darling.” Remus’ words start to slur as his own sleep finds him. “We’d always rather all be awake than leave you by yourself.”

your fics are so so amazing!! ive been binge reading them.

i know you’ve done ronin x reader that runs hot or is cold - could you ever do one where reader is really hot at night, but can’t sleep unless theyre cool, and ronin helps them sleep

You had a problem.

A really annoying, unbearable, can’t-sleep, tossing-and-turning kind of problem.

You ran hot. Always had. No matter how thin your blankets were, no matter how much you tried to sprawl out or push away the covers, the heat clung to you like a second skin, making sleep almost impossible.

And tonight? Tonight was worse than usual.

You groaned, kicking the sheets off yet again, only for them to tangle around your legs.

Still too damn hot.

This was hell.

You flopped onto your back, glaring at the ceiling. The fan was on. The window was open. And yet, the warmth still lingered under your skin, making you feel like you were suffocating.

You kicked the blanket off for what had to be the hundredth time that night, frustration clawing at you as another wave of heat made your skin prickle.

Too hot.

The air in your room felt suffocating, clinging to your skin in a way that made sleep impossible. It didn’t matter that the fan was on, or that you had cracked a window. The warmth wrapped around you, sticky and relentless, leaving you tossing and turning in misery.

You exhaled sharply, pressing the cool side of your pillow against your cheek. It didn’t help.

With an irritated groan, you sat up, rubbing at your face. If you didn’t get some sleep soon, you were going to lose your damn mind.

And, as if summoned by your suffering, a familiar voice drawled from your doorway—low, amused, and full of trouble.

“Y’know, darlin’, if you keep makin’ all that noise, you’re gonna wake the dead.”

You turned sharply to see Ronin leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips. His dark eyes glinted with amusement, but there was something else there, too—something unreadable.

Your scowl deepened. “The hell are you doing here?”

He pushed off the doorframe, taking slow, deliberate steps into your room. “Heard you tossin’ around like you were fightin’ demons in your sleep. Figured I’d check before you burned the place down.”

You huffed, flopping back onto the mattress. “Not demons. Just heat.”

Ronin cocked his head. “That bad, huh?”

You groaned. “It’s like sleeping in an oven. I swear, I’m gonna melt.”

He hummed in consideration, then, without warning, reached out and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. His skin was cool, sending a shiver down your spine as you instinctively leaned into it.

He grinned. “Damn, darlin’, you run hot. Should’ve told me you were a walking furnace.”

You swatted his hand away, embarrassed by how nice the touch had felt. “It’s just at night. I can’t sleep unless I’m cool.”

Ronin studied you for a long moment, then rolled his eyes. “Scoot over.”

You blinked. “What?”

He didn’t wait for you to process. He just grabbed the blanket you had kicked onto the floor, tossed it over the chair in the corner, and sat on the edge of the bed like he owned the place.

“You need to cool down,” he said simply, already stretching out beside you like this was normal. “And lucky for you, I run cold.”

Your brain stalled. “...You want me to sleep next to you?”

He smirked, lazily propping himself up on one elbow. “Unless you got a better idea?”

You did have a better idea. It was called suffering through the heat until your body gave out from exhaustion. But the longer you stared at him, the more tempting the alternative became. Ronin was always cool to the touch—an effect of whatever the hell was running through his blood, you assumed. Even now, his presence was like a cold front in the middle of a summer storm.

You bit your lip. “...Fine.”

He chuckled, clearly entertained by your reluctance. “That’s the spirit, darlin’.”

Carefully, hesitantly, you shifted closer—just enough for your arm to brush against his. The relief was immediate. The contrast of your overheated skin against his cool one sent a wave of comfort through you, like plunging into cold sheets after a long day.

You exhaled, letting some of the tension melt away.

Ronin, for once, didn’t tease you. He just got comfortable, shifting until he was lying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head. His breathing was steady, slow, and the rhythm of it was strangely calming.

Minutes passed, and your body finally started to settle. The heat didn’t feel as unbearable anymore. The air wasn’t as suffocating.

Then, his voice broke the silence.

“Y’know, you could get even closer,” he mused, the amusement back in his tone. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You shot him a glare. “You’re pushing it.”

He laughed, deep and lazy. “Just sayin’. I don’t bite.” He turned his head slightly, his gaze latching onto yours. “Not unless you ask real nice.”

You groaned, shoving his shoulder with weak irritation. He was impossible. Even when he was helping, he had to get under your skin.

But, despite the teasing, he stayed right there—steady, quiet, solid. And when sleep finally started to creep in, you didn’t fight it.

Maybe Ronin was nothing but trouble. But tonight? He was trouble you didn’t mind having around.

And as your body finally relaxed, lulled by the cool comfort of his presence, you realized something else.

You had stopped tossing and turning.