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I know I’ve not been very active on here and I’m so sorry!! My art block has been destroying me, whilst also trying to work on the new chapter of ALTM

I’ve been insanely busy with by grown up life that I’ve had hardly any for my little side and i am so burnt out 😭 just wanted to update so people don’t think I’ve just disappeared! Hope all you babies are feeling okay

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Rewatched all the LBT movies and now the cute tv show is my new agere show 🩵

🦕 Land Before Time Mood Board 🦕

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All pics from Pinterest!!

Still can’t watch this movie without bawling my eyes out but it makes me feel so smol 🥲🥹 Easily a childhood fav, might watch it today!!

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Chapter Thirteen

New chapter up! Lots of fluff :) AO3 link below!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56963962/chapters/166419814

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Regressor Squidward! 🦑

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I'm once again back with the agere headcanon art of characters no one asked for! I see a lot of SpongeBob regressor stuff but my headcanon is little Squid and CG spongebob. :) give me ur hcs!

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This is so unbelievably important!!

Age regression safety graphics masterpost 💙🦋🐬🚙

reblog for visibility! Free to use, save, share, repost, no credit needed

Sources: Nemours TeensHealth, Know2Protect.gov, Know2Protect.gov, @cozy-cg

It has come to my attention that online safety is not taught, so I wanted to put together a compiled version of some helpful information I know and have gathered for my fellow regressors. I hope this helps someone!

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This! Also they’ve used my gif of my stuffed animal Abigail ): she would never do such a thing to scare people

awareness for people who watch stimboards on Pinterest ⓘ

If you're a little, pet, cg, flip, etc etc who likes to go on Pinterest to watch stimboard videos, please block an account who goes by @/sincerelyforeveryours.

While this account explains that she's makes annoying stimboards and that "they're not supposed to be taken seriously anyway" she posts stimboard videos with the false hope that they're safe. (Putting "/safe/srs") On every video she posted. When in reality they're anything but.

She makes harmless looking ones and then adds loud jumpscares randomly during the video. If not jumpscares, flashing lights that causes headaches and might trigger someone with epilepsy. (I, don't have epilepsy, but her flashing lights gave me headaches)

And it's unfortunate that her stimboards actually caused hospital accidents for some people who viewed her stimboards unknowingly of the unexpected scares added). She refuses to change her stimboards even when she "promises" to add warnings. She never did.

THESE ARE EXTREMELY MISLEADING! I had the misfortune of stumbling onto one of these when regressed and left the video with a headache, and a sobbing mess from a horrible panic attack. These stimboards may cause epilepsy, anxiety triggers, cause relapses, etc.. don't be fooled with the "safe" written on the boards.

Please stay away from this account. She's a troll and she SENT SOMEONE TO THE HOSPITAL. POSSIBLY MORE. BLOCK AND REPORT HER PLEASE.

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Feeling personally attacked by this post

any character: *breathes*

regressors:

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Chapter Twelve

Think this is the longest chapter yet! And it was actually going to be a lot longer, instead I’ve split it into two chapters so y’all aren’t starving. I’d love to hear your thoughts!!! Happy reading :) link under cut

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56963962

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Hey guys just a reminder

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ARTWORK / PHOTOS, ESPECIALLY WITHOUT CREDIT

I’ve seen more than once now my art be reposted or stolen. I know this happens to quite a few agere artists here on tumblr also. If you enjoy somebodies art, please just reblog :(

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Chapter Eleven

New chapter up on AO3 and link below ! A little shorter than usual but hey we’re finally getting into regression territory eleven chapters into a fandom agere fic. I love torturing myself and y’all 💔

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56963962/chapters/161366422

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I got a new plushie and think he’s really neat :)

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Chapter Ten

Yoooo we at chapter ten guys!! Fun fact, I’ve been developing the dialogue for this specific chapter ever since the very beginning of this fic last June. Really passionate about the topic and I hope you enjoy the update :) under the cut on ao3 as always

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56963962/chapters/160065790

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CONSENT WITHIN AGE REGRESSION SPACES

So apparently this is a controversial take as when I posted about this topic on the agere subreddit, a lot of people didn’t agree which was incredibly worrying. The fact this is even considered controversial is ridiculous.

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EVEN IF AGE REGRESSION IS ENTIRELY NON SEXUAL, CONSENT IS STILL EXTREMELY IMPORTANT.

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Age regression isn’t sexual, for most it is a coping mechanism and for some people, something they may not have control over. But when we are interacting with other people and involving them in your regression, said people have every right to be able to consent whether they feel comfortable. Somebody telling you that they’re not comfortable being around somebody regressed is not them being bigoted or ableist. And consent isn’t only ever necessary in nsfw spaces.

(I am not joking this is exactly the words people said)

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Ignoring somebody when they tell you they’re not comfortable around you regressing, is extremely unfair and disrespectful. Especially if you are in a public space, where drawing such attention (such as loudly baby talking, using pacifiers etc) could possibly put yourself and other people at risk of abuse or even assault. You wouldn’t say that somebody who’s uncomfortable around real babies is a bad person because the baby can’t help being a baby. People also have the right to say they’re uncomfortable around somebody regressing, not to mention the huge amount of pressure of somebody feeling like they’re now responsible for you.

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Your regression is still YOURS to manage. We may be babies sometimes, but it’s our responsibility to still be aware of those around us. Struggle with involuntary regressing? Try keep a survival kit on yourself of discreet toys and equipment. But another thing

If your regression is to a point where you are constantly involuntarily regressing to the point where you can’t care for yourself, you may need serious medical help. Age regression is a coping mechanism, and if it’s affecting you this severely, it’s likely not healthy for you.

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So find the people in life who love engaging with your little self, and please don’t make non regressors feel like they’re bad people because they aren’t good with regression. Everybody has their boundaries and they have every right to have such! 90% of the time they don’t hate you, or even regression as a whole. It’s just not for them! Everybody’s comfort is valid, not just ours.

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how did this get to 1k notes omg 😭

oh the joys of being a closeted regressor

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oh the joys of being a closeted regressor

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!!!! Lovely talented moot of mine did an adorable follow up to my fic baby feathers!! So good!!!

Late Night Drive

CG!Blitzø and Little!Stolas

Co-written with @yourneurodivergentlady

Plot: Stolas can't sleep and is overwhelmed with big feelings, so Blitzø takes him out for a drive to soothe his mind.

A.K.A., a follow-up story of Baby Feathers by @shhtickerbook

Illustration done by @sugarnpaint (@hels-belle)

Stolas stared up at the ceiling, trying to go back to sleep. A couple of hours ago, he was put to bed by Blitzø with a warm bath, fuzzy pajamas, and a couple of bedtime stories. All of that ensured a peaceful night's sleep for the Goetia. However, fireworks went off at midnight to ring in the new year, causing him to wake up. Stolas covered his ears with a pillow because he was very sensitive to sound. He internally prayed to ignore the noise and return to catching some shut-eye.

Unfortunately, it was no use.

Stolas looked over at Blitzø, who was sleeping on a beanbag in a corner of the living room. He considered waking him up for help, but he decided against that. Blitzø has done so much for him by helping him discover his tiny side. The imp needed a break.

Taking the pacifier out of his mouth, Stolas held onto it while fiddling with the handle ring. He could feel his headspace returning to normal. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time.

2:57 A.M.

The Goetia sighed. He got up from the couch and went outside to the balcony. He looked down at the streets below and saw people winding down and heading home after throwing New Year's parties. A rat-like sinner demon saw the owl and threw a water balloon at him.

"It's the shitturd I was talking about!" the sinner jeered while his friends laughed with him. "Hope you die alone!"

Stolas felt tears forming in his eyes as he got up and walked back into the apartment. As he made it to the bathroom to dry off, he couldn't help but replay what the rat had said. Maybe he deserved to be alone after what he had done. Maybe he deserved to be banished and have his royal status revoked. Maybe he deserved to lose his daughter. After all, selfish people like him didn't deserve to live...

"Hey, you alright?"

Stolas jumped, startled by Blitzø's voice.

"Oh, Blitzø... what are you doing up?" Stolas asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Blitzø replied. “Who did this to you?”

Stolas looked down at the bathroom tile floor in silence.

"Here, let me help," the imp said.

While Blitzø grabbed a towel to dry Stolas off and get him into a fresh pair of pajamas, the Goetia's mind was running a thousand miles per hour. The insomnia wasn't making things better for him.

Stolas could feel his eyes begin to flood with tears once again. He hiccuped as his headed drifted back and forth. He could feel his hands and body tremble as he dropped to the ground.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on, buddy?” Blitz softly said as he crouched down.

Stolas sniffled and shook his head.

"You can tell me. I'm not going to get angry."

Stolas shook his head again, furiously rubbing his eyes with his arm.

Blitzø gently wrapped the towel around the owl, just like when he wrapped his coat around him when Octavia left him. The imp then gently moved Stolas's arm and gently cupped his feathered face, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

"It's okay, buddy. I'm here," Blitzø comforted. "You don't have to say anything."

The imp thought for a moment before finally considering something. “You wanna go for a drive? Maybe that’ll help you calm down.”

"A drive?" Stolas hiccuped as his voice pitch grew a bit higher.

“Yep. It’s useful for when you can’t sleep.” Blitzø told him, gently tapping his nose. "It'll be like stargazing on wheels."

"On wheels?" The owl tilted his head.

Blitzø nodded. “Yeah. You wanna see the stars?”

Stolas nodded, however something popped up in his mind.

"What if... what if people see me?" the Goetia asked worryingly. "'m little..."

“Baby bird, it’s dark out so they’ll be sleeping. If they do see you, I’ll protect you,” Blitzø reassured as he dried Stolas off with the towel.

"P'omise?"

“I promise,” he stood up and offered his hand to Stolas. “You ready?”

Stolas thought about it for a little bit, then nodded.

"Alright, let's get you changed into some fresh jammies first, yeah?"

The owl nodded again.

Once Blitzø got Stolas changed into a fluffy pair of dark red pajamas, the imp grabbed the two blankets off the couch and a couple of pacifiers and placed them into a bag.

Blitzø tenderly took Stolas's hand and took him outside.

Once they reached the van, Blitzø unlocked it and placed a blanket over the backseat. He then helped Stolas in and buckled him up. He got him comfy by covering him up with the other blanket. The imp then went to the driver's seat.

"You ready, kiddo?" Blitzø asked.

The owl nodded as he wrapped his arms around the blanket.

Starting the van, Blitzø backed out and began to drive. He turned on the radio to some soft classical music.

Stolas leaned his head, resting it on the blanket-covered seat. He looked out the window and could see the beautiful night sky. It reminded him of when he was a kid. He would go out on the balcony of his palace and do some stargazing on nights when the weather was just right. He would do research on the stars he looked up. He would try and talk about his findings to his father. However, the dad wasn't all too interested, even though he assigned him to be a prophet amongst the stars and galaxies of the universe.

Blitzø drove around for about thirty minutes, occasionally glancing back at Stolas.

"You okay back there?" The imp asked genuinely.

Stolas nodded sleepily. “Yeah.”

Blitzø smiled softly as he continued driving.

The owl continued gazing up at the sky.

"B'izø?"

"What's up, feathers?"

"Have... have you been sta'gazing before?" The owl asked reluctantly.

"I don't think I have. Why?"

Stolas looked down at the floorboard as he fiddled with a corner of the blanket he was holding. Blitzø wouldn't be interested in something like this. The imp would probably reject the idea of spending quality time with him... just like his father...

"Would you like to do that some time?"

Stolas's eyes widened at Blitzø's offer.

"Really?" the owl asked.

The imp nodded. “Yep, we can go stargazing anytime you want.”

Stolas gave a little smile.

“Ready to go home now, bub?” The imp asked as he glanced back at his little owl.

Stolas nodded his head as he let out a yawn.

So, Blitzø drove them back to the apartment. When they arrived, the imp got out of the van and went to open the back door. He opened it and saw Stolas drifting off to sleep.

"Come on, buddy. We're home," Blitzø said in a gentle tone as he shook the owl's arm.

"We are?" Stolas mumbled tiredly as Blitzø unbuckled his seat belt and gathered the bag and blankets.

The imp took Stolas’s hand and led him inside before bringing him back to the couch.

"Than' you, B'izø," Stolas yawned while the imp tucked him in nice and snug.

“You’re welcome, bud. Do you need anything?” Blitzø asked.

"Stay?"

Blitzø nodded and sat beside him. “Of course.”

The imp reached into the bag and pulled out one of the pacifiers.

"You want your paci?"

Stolas nodded tiredly as he reached for it.

Blitzø handed the soother to the owl, who popped it in his beak.

"Ni', B'izø," the owl murmured.

“Night, baby feathers,” Blitz reached out to ruffle his hair.

After a few minutes, Stolas drifted off to sleep. Blitzø smiled and went back to the beanbag to get some more rest himself.

Author's note: Thank you to all of the lovelies who made this story happen (@yourneurodivergentlady, @shhtickerbook, @sugarnpaint, @hels-belle)! I couldn't have done it without every single one of you! /pos /gen

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this is absolutely precious oh my goodness 😭

Heya, not Millie but putting our helluva content up on her blog. When it's me posting here, I won't sign off. Check out my main art blog @sugarnpaint

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