Sea Stimboard ♡

can you make a teen regressor ( aged 12-16) moodboard with themes of space/astronomy

Stardoug's Alpine Adventures by bookhouse boy

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

kiddos with uncommon AgeRe interests; what are they? feel free to info-dump!

a reminder 🫧

☀️ your fictional cg loves you

☀️ your fictional cg cares about you so much

☀️ your fictional cg adores spending time with you

☀️ your fictional cg does not judge your regression at all

☀️ your fictional cg understands all your quirks and habits

☀️ your fictional cg feels honored to be able to take care of you

having a fictional cg is not weird or wrong, it is incredibly cool. you see a character that someone has created, and your thought is "i want that character to take care of me." what can be more beautiful than that?

Hawoo! M would lik to request a moodboard based on chuck from Maze runner if possible pretty please? /nf

- ozzy 🐾

Also m unsure if m already sent dis becaus m tumblr glitches out, so if happen to see two of these, very sorry :/

🥕 carrots & ducks 🐤

joel finds you out in the cold. your parents haven’t returned from a supply run. you’re alone and scared— so he takes you back to his camp.

Joel slings his backpack over his shoulder and forces himself forward. He knows that stopping to rest now is essential if he plans on getting home, even if he so desperately wants to keep pace and make it there within the next hour. Logic wins. He pulls himself down and rests his fist under his chin.

A shuffle grabs his attention. He immediately pulls his gun, his eyes darting frantically, scanning for a threat. He lowers his weapon once the ‘threat’ enters his vision. A small kid, can’t be above 10. Shivering, clutching a dirty stuffed bear to their chest. You look terrified— rightfully so. With the world you live in now, it would be strange if you weren’t terrified. Joel approaches you slowly. Puts his gun away to show you he means no harm.

“Hey.. you, kid, under the porch. I ain’t gonna hurt ‘ya.” He crouches and offers his hand to you. You’re timid, untrusting. He understands, he’d probably have taught you to be untrusting too if he was your parent. He rolls a water bottle under the crack. You roll it back over his way.

“I promise it’s safe. Watch.” He takes a waterfall from the bottle. Showing you he didn’t do anything to the drink. Rolls it back to you. This time you accept it, gulping it down quickly. You were dehydrated. You haven’t left this spot since yesterday.

“Thank you..” you mutter, still afraid. Joel has a warm aura. You decide that maybe you can trust him. Maybe.

“Yeah. Come out from under there, kid. It’s ’bout to be night time. Don’t want a clicker to get ‘ya. I’ll keep you safe, bud.” He gives you his hand again. You take it. After pulling you out from under the porch he throws his jacket over you, not wanting you to freeze to death on the way home.

“I have a camp. Lots of food. Good things. You’ll like it. Other kids your age. You can play… whatever kids your age do. Learn to shoot, too, if you want. I teach that course.” You shrug. You aren’t sure what you want yet. You just want a warm bed, and to know that your parents are okay. “What were you doing under there anyway?” You both start the journey back to camp.

“Waitin’ for mama and papa.” Your voice cracks as you say it. Joel sighs.

“I’m sorry about that, kiddo. Really damn sorry.” He rubs the back of your head, trying to soothe the hurt, though he knows nothing could repair that wound. He’s lost a daughter before, he imagines it feels just like that, but reversed. Having to lose both your parents.

Hours pass and you’re nearing the camp. Joel can see how sleepy you are. He chuckles. Kids always look cute when they’re tired. “Think you can make it, kid?” You’re barely awake. You give him half a nod. He shakes his head.

“Listen, I can carry ‘ya. I don’t mind. I don’t bite, swear.” You blink, thinking it over. Drowsiness takes over and you reach for Joel. If he wanted to hurt you, he probably would have already. “Good. Good. C’mere, kiddo.” He reaches and pulls you up into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “Sweet dreams. When you wake up you’ll be in a warm bed. Safe. I’ll pull some strings and get ‘ya some candy, too. A welcome home gift.”

You’re too tired to react. All you do is yawn and nod, letting the sleep overpower you and finally, it consumes you.

age regressors on tumblr mobile 🫵 you should press and hold the post button and drag it around your screen right neow. silly rainbow worm!!

Different ways to play with toys

As someone who sometimes has a harder time playing with my toys i saw a couple post talking about different ways to play with toys that aren't the “typical” ways to play

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❀ When it comes to stuffies or toys that have hair (ex: mlp) i like to give them a grooming day! I give them a bath, do their hair, and then sometimes dress them up like they had a nice spa day.

★ You can draw/paint pictures of them and write a story about them (an adventure, what they like, etc)

❀ if drawing isnt you thing you can also take picture of them and/or make a blog for them (pretend theyre taking pictures for insta)

★ Take them around with you to keep you company! you can set them up so it looks like they are playing games/eating with you

❀ Make them matching bracelets

★ If that stuff aint your thing you could always organize them, sort them by color or species, write a list about when/ where you got them, or one about who youd think would be friends

❀ Cuddle and hug them

Remember that not everyone's regression is the same and some people like to play with their toys in different ways, and no matter how they do so its perfectly valid!!