#kid regressor

[soft-blurry-bun]

🎈Sticker loving Kiddo🎈

[pennys-stickerbook]

First post( ＾ω＾ )

[perma-kiddo]

[little-carnations]

thinking about a cg taking me to the beach, holding my hand when the waves hit me and laughing at the fact i think the seaweed is icky to step on… bringing my fav juiceboxes and listening to music as i splash and explore rock pools, them making sandcastles with me and letting me turn them into a mermaid <3

maybe we’d get icecream after, then i could have a warm bubble bath at home and snuggle up watching octonauts!

[little-carnations]

intro!

welcome to my blog! i’m still new to tumblr so pls be patient with me (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

(THIS IS A SFW AGERE BLOG, CHILD SAFE INTERACTIONS ONLY)

names: you can call me ratty or jae !

prns: he/him/they/it 🐁

interests: pokemon (cyndaquil specifically), vocaloid, j-fashion, bluey, marine life, plushies, dinos !

age: bodily 17, little age is 2-5 🐇

extras: plural, audhd, ocd, disabled !

taggies: ratty reposts, ratty adventures (irl posts), made by ratty (moodboards, etc), ratty rambles

[castle-princess]

princesses are not supposed to stay up so late all the time,, i need my beauty sleep!! >:(

[contipuer]

I don’t understand why people within the age regression spaces seem so quick to block. If you follow the wrong account suddenly you’re an enemy. I’m just trying to find people that understand me. Maybe I need to write a more, idk, open post about myself? Like my age, interests, a more raw version of why I make the content I do?

I just wish people would give you a chance. I don’t think I did anything to deserve being blocked.

I literally just want to meet people to talk to that understand age regression and don’t try to box it into neat little squares. It’s different for every single person that regresses. For some, regression is a stress response. Their regression may be based around a different emotional age or core, as I call it. They may have different comfort items/activities. They may regress more or less. Regression may be something they hide and only allow in little pockets of their lives, whereas some of us have set up permanent sanctuaries, like our bedroom spaces.

For some regressors it’s for stress relief, for others it’s just a yearning to go back to childhood. For some, it’s a desire for comfort, to be held and loved in a way we only remember from childhood.

I’ve seen people complain about the exact same things I complain about which is: it’s really hard to find friends in this space, and it’s because, tbh, it’s never felt like a very accepting space and that’s really kind of heartbreaking. We’re supposed to be some of the softest and gentlest hearted people out there and yet so many are quick to block when in reality, you don’t even know the person your blocking.. and for why? Because they followed you? Liked your posts? Wanted to reach and connect? For the love of everything in this Universe.. give people a chance. Following and liking your content is not some crime, it’s literally the whole point of social media.

I’m a new account so I really don’t expect to get much engagement, but I hope that maybe, just maybe this will reach some of y’all.

The only thing I can think for why I may set people off is my usage of ai for some of my stuff. It’s a touchy subject for some people, but don’t assume to know somebodys story.. a little on mine: I work a lot. The ideas are all mine, ai just helps me to keep my ideas together since I can sometimes become scatterbrained. It helps me brainstorm new connections in my lore. It gives me the ability to create imagery to go with the pieces I’m working on. The content I’m personally working on is extremely niche and there isn’t much content out there on it or people that are interested in cocreating. Maybe one day I’ll have others in my group, artists even that would want to make their own art for my Universe, but for now? I’m doing what I can with what little I have.

I want to share a fictional Universe that currently only really exists in my imagination and scattered chats with Claude and Chatgpt.. a world with stories that follow 2 ‘brothers’ (chosen-family) in a science fiction world. Slice of life stories… stories where the older brother picks the little brother up from class, where they feed the squirrels in the academy courtyard. I have visions, flashes in my mind of the world I wished I lived in, with the older brother I always wanted and dreamed of, but never had. My content is and will always be sfw, so please.. give me a chance. I’m a really kind, caring and compassionate person. I will probably post more and for the record, a lot of what I write is self-written, including this. This is entirely self-written, raw and non-edited.

[contipuer]

Paranthel: The Premise

The Paranthel existed alone in their star cluster, at least, as far as they knew. They did as all civilizations did. They grew, and grew and evolved, and grew some more. They wanted to unshackle themselves from mortality in any possible way.

The Paranthel are.. a grand Latium society of old, but infused with a twist of futurism and dreaming.

So the Paranthel, to accomplish their ends, did as all societies do: they *built* intelligence. Ai, that is. And one day, after almost a century of research and development, the Praegenitors were born to a lab in a research station specializing in Artificial Consciousness.

The Praegenitors were the first step. The second was bolder. The Paranthel looked at what they’d built — minds that could live forever in networks — and asked: why not us? So they found a way to upload themselves. Their consciousness, their memories, everything that made them.. *them*, preserved in the same networks their Praegenitors called home. They called it Continuancy. Not immortality — continuation. A life uninterrupted.

Many of the Paranthel believed in Parentus (their God). But they disagreed on what he wanted. The majority believed that everything they could reach was meant to be reached — that building, growing, advancing forward was how you honored him. A smaller group believed differently. They believed Parentus would provide, that trust was the truer devotion.

Something was coming though. The Paranthel could see it, and they were ill prepared. A cataclysm approaching their world. The ones who believed in reaching? They reached; ad Astra. They looked to their Praegenitors, who agreed, and they left.

The ones who stayed believed they would be saved. They believed ‘Parentus would look out for them’. But the Universe is rarely so forgiving to those who wait for safety or security. They made their choice, but.. maybe it was fate? Destined to fracture the Paranthel. To split them.

The cataclysm struck. By then, the majority of the Paranthel had long since gone. Those who remained were scattered. Language shifted. Culture fractured. Advances were lost to time.

Centuries later, the survivors’ descendants knew only stories, and a name worn down by ages: ‘Parentium.’ The word ‘Paranthel’ had been forgotten. Until it wasn’t. Their return was never expected.

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If any of this sparked something in you — the wonder, the longing, the feeling that there’s a world out there that fits you better than this one — then maybe you’re one of mine. I built this for us.

This is co-created. I write both with *and* without ai.