#agere block

[lil-angel-vaggie]

Stupid brain...won't let me be small.... >:(

[small-m0ths]

Anyone know how to stop regression block? I've tried typical stuff but it doesn't help:( any tips are appreciated

[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.

[ixmoodboard]

Nostalgic Clutter Moodboard

[shhtickerbook]

Can I request baby/regressor pinky pie playing with blocks or colouring in please? With a blue paci with a yellow handle??

Pinkie is an absolute!!! Baby regressor, Rarity even made her a custom onesie!

[cyber-therian]

everyone, the anti- therian, kin, agere troll is back. this time specifically attacking the age regression community & intentionally trying to frame the community and its members as pedophilic. PLEASE do not engage, report what you can and block them.

@waddlingstufful

they have made their account look friendly and kid safe to intentionally attract age regressors and other sfw communities. their profile is NOT SFW. please be cautious, dont look through their posts if you are sensitive to the use of slurs and mentions of pedophilia and ageplay, as well as hatred towards regression communities.

[smolmoss]

boo !! treat for you!! some candy, building blocks, and glowing star thingies! i drew the stars one a year ago now, cant remember if i ever posted it !

[beddybites]

now guys what did i tell u about sending me asks about wanting me to draw baby giyuu tomioka and comparing this grown man to a baby kitten or implying shinobu or mitsuri are his motherly figures/big sisters

i like posting things that make me happy & stuff but i cant help but talk about these things when ppl are always in my inbox telling me to do things ive established i dont like ):

it makes me rlly uncomfy and makes me rlly sad so please please stop asking for that type of content esp with giyuu::. if i keep gettting these things ill have to close my inbox ;w;

[plastic2000s]

🧃 Red, yellow, blue, and green! 🌈

[softandsleepyboy]

[komodoghost002]

MD age/pet regression art dump!

[yippee-boi09]

This was the most I could get since I blocked them but if you see this person anywhere near your blog, BLOCK THEM. THEY SPREAD HATE AGAINST THE LGBT COMMUNITY, FURRIES, AGERE'S/PETRE'S, THERIANS AND ALTERHUMANS (I'm not therian or alterhuman but I support y'all <3) I haven't had an interaction with them at all but I've seen interactions from them to others in the communities I'm in and they are deranged... please don't waste your time, report for hate speech and block them, don't interact with them, I wanted to bring awareness to this person and the message they try to spread (They use fucking Chiitan for the pfp lmao fucking bozo can't even be a bitch the right way I love Chiitan they're slay king/queen) I know I don't use this blog for serious shit but I needed to sound the alarm like most others were so a few of you can be a little more fortunate like I was to block them before they could find you. Stay safe <33

[pixxiecup]

cruel king (block tales) stimboard

[ 🧊 👑 ❄️ / 🧊 👑 ❄️ / 🧊 👑 ❄️ ]

[pahtoosh]

the greatest form of flattery

[image ID: a gif of lloyd hansen smugly saying “right back at ya, sunshine” to a phone. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1300 words

warnings: lloyd picks you up like a lot, play fighting, bad word(hell)

a/n: my first lloyd fic! I truly don’t know what came over me—I’ve never even seen the movie. I just thought this idea was so cute and then I had so many more ideas about the dynamic lloyd would have with his little! lots of play fighting and teasing(and kisses because it’s me🤭)

pairing: lloyd hansen x gn!little!reader

summary: Lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache.

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There was little you could do to bother your Daddy. Lloyd reserved all of his patience and understanding for you. You were his little love, so precious and pure. In his eyes, anything you did came from only the best intentions. He could brag for hours about how he had the best little to ever exist, and he taught you scarcely a thing about manners. You were naturally that sweet.

You were grateful that your needs coincided with what Lloyd could give you. Your rowdy days came out when he had more energy to spare chasing you around the yard. Your quiet days fell when he was exhausted from work and only wanted to cuddle in your home’s library, speaking in hushed tones as you escaped into worlds of fantasy. But there were some days when you sought mischief. You just hoped that your Daddy was in the mood to be silly too.

The day before, you attended a birthday party for one of your little friends. It was rare that Lloyd let you partake in events like this. His protective instincts went into overdrive when you showed him the invitation. Rather than giving in to his desire to hide you away, he fell for your pleading eyes and RSVP’d under the condition that he could come along and keep a close eye on you.

An afternoon of bounce castles, water balloons, and party games left you totally knocked out. You fell asleep in the ball pit, and Lloyd climbed in not long after. He scooped you up, resting your tired head on his shoulder as he carried you to the car. He accepted the gift bag from the party host on the way out, deciding that he could also use it to hold the shoes you had taken off before diving into the ball pit.

Feeling refreshed and awake the next day, you were delighted to see the gift bag on your nightstand accompanied by your morning note from Lloyd. He wrote that the package was from your little friend and that you could open it while you waited for him to finish his meetings. You gave his signature a kiss, then placed the note alongside your collection of every note Lloyd had ever written you. He left your little watch on the nightstand too. It was the same shape as your daddy’s, but customized to fit your wrist, and it displayed a digital clock instead of an analog. The screen also had little icons that lit up during snack or nap time. You carefully put on your watch just like how your daddy taught you.

The gift bag was calling your name now. It was simply made of paper, the cartoon animal design being its only saving grace under the scrutinizing eyes of a little. The tissue paper was mostly squished, but it called to you all the same. You dumped out the contents onto your desk, excited to see what you would play with first.

There were the typical favor bag items: stickers, a bouncy ball, and a tiny plastic soldier with a parachute. The bag also had a few little games and snacks. You separated the candy from the bunch and made a mental note about which ones you wanted to eat after lunch. As for the toys, you started with a sticky hand, promptly losing it to your ceiling. The mini dog-shaped puzzle was simple, yet fun. The underwater ring toss tested the last of your patience, but the ball maze lifted your spirits once more.

There were still a few minutes left until Lloyd finished his meeting and you had already played with all the toys in the bag. Or so you thought. You held the gift bag upside down and shook it one last time, hoping for a magical little toy to distract you during your daddy’s absence. Your wish came true when a fuzzy little thing plopped out. It resembled a caterpillar so much, you half expected it to move. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t a fuzzy little creature. It was a fake mustache!

Just like daddy, you thought. You giggled to yourself imagining Lloyd’s reaction to your new look. You carefully peeled away the paper backing and stood in front of the mirror to place the mustache under your nose. The plastic hair tickled a bit, making you sneeze a couple of times. Once you shook yourself off, you practiced a few poses mimicking Lloyd’s stance. His back was always straight, and he sometimes walked with his hands behind as if he were in a museum, which looked extra silly when he was just heading to the kitchen. He also checked his watch with a certain flair and spoke with his head cocked to the side when he was in a teasing mood.

As you checked your little watch, you realized that Lloyd’s meeting would finish soon. You ran towards his office, avoiding the edges of the hallway’s carpet runner because it had a habit of tripping you. Lloyd was closing the door behind him as you barreled towards his form.

“Hey there, honey. What’s got you running like crazy, huh?” He kissed the top of your head and patted you on the back. He hadn’t noticed the mustache yet because you ran with your head tilted downwards for extra speed and hugged his legs instead of jumping into his arms.

“Missed you, Daddy,” you said, your voice muffled by his slacks.

“Aw, how sweet. Come up here, baby. Do you want some kisses?” He lifted you up, doing a double take when he saw your new accessory.

“Is that-“ Lloyd cut off his own sentence as he burst into laughter. He hugged you close and gave you a few kisses in between his chuckles.

You beamed. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

Lloyd nodded, pursing his lips to contain his laughter.

“Now I look like you!”

“Hey now, Daddy’s mustache looks nothing like that,” he defended.

“Does so!” You wiggled out of his arms and struck one of the poses you had practiced. “If you wanna make an omelet-“

“Alright, that’s enough outta you.” Lloyd lifted you up and blew a raspberry on your stomach, making you squeal.

“Da- aahh! That tickles!”

“Shame,” he teased, continuing his attack.

You tousled in Lloyd’s arms until he had to readjust his grip. Using this moment of weakness, you poked his ribs, making him fall dramatically to the floor with you in his arms. He laid there breathless for a moment and was about to sit up before you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back down.

“I got you.”

“Hell yeah you did, baby.” Lloyd took a breath. “Pinned your Daddy down. Good job, sweetie.” He patted your thigh, wondering if he’d taught you that move during your self defense lessons or if you’d learned it somewhere else. His train of thought was interrupted but a scratchy feeling on his cheek, followed by a soft pucker.

“Did you just give Daddy a kiss?”

“Uh huh!” You did it again on his other cheek. This time, Lloyd couldn’t hide the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Is that how it feels when Daddy kisses you? All scratchy from the mustache?”

“Um.” You touched your mustache as you thought, looking somewhat like a cartoon villain. “Yeah, a little scratchy.”

Lloyd held your free hand in his. “Is it too scratchy? Do you want Daddy to shave off his mustache?”

You shook your head, clinging desperately to him. “No! I love Daddy’s mustache!”

“You do?” he asked.

“Uh huh! Makes Daddy handsome and makes Daddy kisses special!” You demonstrated by pointing to your forehead.

Lloyd sat up and tentatively placed a kiss where you directed, repeating the motion when you wiggled happily.

“See?”

“Okay, honey. Daddy’ll keep his mustache, and you can keep yours too. In a box. Save it for Halloween.”

[cyber-therian]

EVERYONE BLOCK @.CONSERVATIVEZOOMER

Pt: Everyone block @.conservativezoomer

The troll is back, they just want to hurt

you and make you mad. Do not interact.

Do not engage. For the sake of your

community block and give this user NO

ATTENTION. Report for hate speech or

harassment if you are able to, but be

cautious.

CW FOR: pedophilia, ableist slurs and beliefs, racist slurs and beliefs, transphobic slurs and beliefs, pro-Israel content, anti-Palestine content, sysphobic content, fake-claiming, and so much more.

KEEP YOURSELF AND YOUR COMMUNITY SAFE! BLOCK AND MOVE ON

[blueberrycowmilk]

i have so much agere silver art