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Talking to littles is so cute 😭 they are so nice

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this is my sona! just a little teddy bear!

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16; March 27th

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I saw your little!Daryl post and it warmed my heart! I was wondering if we could get more of that?? Being a cg myself, sometimes I just really wanna comfort that sweet boy. Could you maybe do something where he maybe gets anxious or overwhelmed but he’s in public when he starts to regress and he cries but the reader knows exactly what he needs, so they take him home, knowing he would be too embarrassed to be little around others. No worries if not since you said you weren’t sure how to write him! 🩵

"You'll be okay."

Little!Daryl x reader

A/N This sounds so sweet 🖤 This one will probably be a bit shorter sorry abt thatttt.. also sorry for the delay omg Fluff, 573 word count

You and Daryl were wondering around the Commonwealth. It's the middle of the afternoon, and just about everyone's going out to get lunch. As you and Daryl made your way through a busy, crowded area, you noticed daryl becoming increasingly anxious by the amount of people. It makes him feel small and stuck. His hands started to fidget nervously, his eyes darting in all directions. He slowly got closer to you, seeking your comfort. You quickly pulled him aside to a less crowded area, and put your hands on his shoulders. "Hey, hey.. whats wrong?" You ask, looking at Daryl with a concerned expression. He looked down, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. He feels so vulnerable, so nervous, so scared. You felt terrible for him, and you wiped a tear that began to fall. "Do you want to go home?"

He nods with a slight grunt, looking down at the ground and blinking away a few more tears. You brought his head to the crook of your neck, and he just stayed there, letting out silent sobs. His hands wrapped around you, gripping the fabric of your shirt. His grip tightened and loosened a few times, and he tried his hardest to not cry harder. "Lets go home.."

And home you two went.

You tried to avoid any overly crowded areas to not get him worked up again. Once you got home, you led him to the soft, plush couch and held him close. Neither of you needed to speak. You shifted into a more comfortable position with a sigh, and Daryl rest his head on your chest. You scratched his scalp a bit, and he pretty much purred. He brought his thumb up to his mouth, beginning to suckle on it. You smiled softly, brushing some of his hair back to get a better look at his face. "You had a little freak out huh, bug?" You say, your other hand rubbing his shoulder gently. Daryl nods, his thumb still in his mouth. "You're okay.. you'll be okay." "Would you like some snacks?" You ask, and he nods again. You get up, leaving him on the couch. You walk over to the kitchen, grabbing some of his favorites. They were these biscuits that are made for babies when they're teething. Along with that, you got a small box of apple juice. You took the straw out of the wrapper before poking it through the hole. You returned next to him on the couch and handed him the biscuits and juice. You watched as he snacked on them, becoming more calm by the second.

Once he was finished, he leaned into your side, and looked at you. He mumbled something about wanting his pacifier, so once again, you rose from the couch and went to you and Daryl's shared room to get it. You opened the door and headed straight fo the beside tables, opening the drawers until you find his pacifier. Then you head back to the kitchen, turning on the faucet to rinse off any small fuzzies, dirt, or dust that may have stuck on. You then sat next to daryl, he leaned into you, and you popped the paci into his mouth. He happily started suckling, his eyes slowly closing from sleepiness and comfort. Soon enough, he was asleep, cuddling you, and suckling on his paci.

Daryl's just a sweet boy, and he deserves to be treated as such.

Little one

Summary: teen reader! Daryl finds you lost in a shopping center, he decides to take you back to Alexandria. You find Daryl to be a potential father figure!!

Word count: 2216

warnings: slight cursing, mentions of blood

A/n: this isn’t cg Daryl but more of father figure Daryl? I’m thinking of making a second part cus it feels unfinished… anyway this is my second fic umm I still don’t know everything abt writing so it might be bad ?!?!? Ok enjoy ❤️

Daryl was riding his motorcycle to an abandoned shopping center, desperate to find medical supplies. He parks his bike near a tree a short distance away from the shopping center, getting leaves and fallen tree branches to cover and hide it. He takes his crossbow off his shoulder, double checking it to make sure its loaded with a bolt. Upon entering the building, he immediately heads towards the pharmacy. He makes sure to be quiet in order to not attract any of the undead that may be wandering around. As he arrives, he rummaged through cabinets, drawers, and boxes.

"Dammit, already raided." He grumbles to himself in a low, hushed voice. He turns around with a quiet sigh, getting ready to leave. Just as he heads towards the exit of the pharmacy he hears a small crunch. Quickly turning around, he heads towards the sound to investigate, his crossbow at the ready.

"In the corner of the pharmacy, there you are. Covered in what might be a mix of walker blood and your blood. Dirt covers your worn and torn clothing, and you look up at him with wide, terrified eyes. Daryl senses your fear and his eyes soften a bit.

"Hey... who are ya? Are ya alright?" He speaks in a calmer tone, his voice still having his gruff charm. He lowers his crossbow slightly, but still keeps it ready. You don't respond, you just continue to look up at him in fear. Daryl sighs and lowers his crossbow completely. He feels bad for pointing it at you, a lost teenager who's probably scared out of your mind. You likely mean no harm.

"Are ya... lost? Do ya need any help?" He continues. "Look, I uh, I got a group... they can help ya. They're good people." He's always been weary when revealing something like that to someone he just met, but come on, you're just a kid who probably needs help.

You fidget with your hands out of nervousness, fingers twiddling around. You take a deep breath and speak with a shaking voice.

"I'm lost.. I-I lost everyone.. I'm so scared..."

Poor kid.

"I don't know where I am, I just want my parents back!”

You start to cry, tears running down your dirty and blood stained cheeks. Daryl feels terrible. Shifting from one foot to the other, he thinks about taking you back to Alexandria to meet the rest of the group and probably live there. He thinks a little while longer, then makes his decision.

"I'll take ya back with me. I got a real nice place I stay at... there's food, clean water," He gets down to one knee to get to your level. "There's uh, nice housing, nice people. There's also other kiddos yer age too, Ya could make some friends." He looks up at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You stare right back at him, a look on your face as if you're considering it. You then nod your head as you wipe your nose on your sleeve, sniffling. "I wanna go with you..."

Daryl's slightly taken aback, but he recomposes himself.

"Are ya sure?" He asks, and you nod. "I'm sure... I wanna go with you."

After a few moments of silence, Daryl nods and stands up. He reaches out a hand to you which you take, and he helps you up. "Alright then," he sighs. "Let's go." You two begin to walk outside the pharmacy and to the exit of the shopping center. The dirt and debris crunch under your feet and the setting sun shines brightly. It’s almost nighttime, and the night chill is already slowly starting to settle in.

You follow him to where he had parked his motorcycle, standing behind him as he moves aside all the leaves and branches he hid it with. Daryl stands up the bike and gets on it, kicking back the stand. You get on behind him, wrapping your eyes around him. After he makes sure you're ready, Daryl revs the engine and the bike begins to move, gradually getting faster.

You both ride through the streets surrounded by woods, the wind whipping through your hair. You rest your head on Daryl's back, finding the wind and high speeds oddly soothing.

Time flies by fast and before you know it, you're at the gates of 'Alexandria Safe-Zone'. The guard at the gates lets Daryl in, and he can feel all the eyes on himself and you. Daryl ignores it, not wanting to deal with anything at the moment. He slowly rides the bike to the house he stays at. He knows he'll be questioned sooner or later about who he brought back with him, but he'll do it with it eventually.

He parks the motorcycle in front of the house and kicks the stand into place, getting off. He helps you get off the bike as well.

"Hey, uh, kid," he starts, scratching the back of his head as you two walk up his porch steps. "Ya can stay with me if ya want, for as long as ya want. I have a spare room ya can stay in. It's got a nice bed and everythin'." He unlocks the door and pushes it open. The house has a warm and cozy atmosphere. It's nicely furnished, but he didn't furnish it himself. All of the houses in Alexandria are pre-furnished as it was originally a quarantine safe zone for politicians when the outbreak first started.

Daryl puts down his crossbow and slips off his boots, leaving them by the front door. You copy him, not wanting to break any unspoken 'no shoes' rule that he may have. Daryl walks over to the couch, plopping down on it and sighing. You do the same, sitting at the corner of it. You bring your legs to your chest, making yourself feel small.

It's a new environment for you, you've pretty much gotten used to being in the woods all alone, having to be stealthy and dodge walkers left to right. But the change is nice, feels a little like how the world was before. It'll just take a bit to get used to.

You can finally get a good look at the man who rescued you. He has a rugged appearance, but for some of reason you don't find him very intimidating. You feel safe around him, like he has a calming fatherly presence.

Then, you break the silence, speaking in a shy voice. "Um, what's your name? I don't think you ever told me."

Daryl looks over to you, eyes softening once more. "Daryl." he responds. "Daryl Dixon." You nod and go back to looking around the house from where you are. You stare into space for a little while before another thought comes up.

"Could you show me where the spare room that you mentioned earlier is?"

Daryl turns his head to you once again and nods. He gets off the couch with a slight grunt. You stand up as well, following him as he leads you up the stairs. He stops in front of a door and opens it, holding it open for you. You walk in and take a look around the room. It's nothing super fancy, but it's well furnished and simple. The moon shines through the window at a perfect angle, dimly lighting up the room in a soft and dreamy glow.

You walk over to the bed that's placed beside the window and sit on the edge of it. "I'm tired..." you murmur sleepily, laying down on the bed. You untuck the blanket and pull it up to your chest. You snuggle into the covers, curling into an almost fetal position. Daryl chuckles to himself, watching you get comfortable. Daryl feels this weird, fatherly urge to protect you, to make sure you're cared for and loved. He has a feeling you two will get along pretty well.

You soon fall asleep, and he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He goes over to his own room, getting ready for bed himself. It's been a long day, riding out to an abandoned shopping center for medical supplies and instead coming back with a lost, orphaned teenager in need of care. He settles into bed, pulling the blankets over himself and falling asleep.

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In the morning, Daryl goes downstairs to make his breakfast. You've beaten him to it, already eating orange slices on the couch. You hear his steps and turn your head around, looking up at him.

"Hey..." You mutter, then going back to eating your orange. "Hey." Daryl responds, brushing his hair back a bit and going over to the kitchen. He grabs a glass of water and makes himself some oatmeal that he found during his last supply run. Once its ready, he pours half of it into a separate bowl to share with you. Daryl walks over to the couch and sits beside you, placing the bowl on the coffee table in front of you.

"Ya should eat some more," he starts, grabbing a spoonful of oatmeal and eating it. He waits to finish until continuing. "Getting some oatmeal in ya is good, especially if ya haven't eaten in a while."

You look over at him and then to the bowl in front of you. You set down your orange slices on a napkin and grab the bowl.

"Thanks..." you responded, eating a spoonful. You finish it up pretty quickly, which makes sense. You haven't eaten a proper meal in who knows how long. You eventually finish eating both the oatmeal and orange slices, and you settle back onto the couch. Suddenly, you remember that you're still dirty and need to clean up. Your face flushes out of embarrassment. Have you really been looking like that this whole time?

"Do you have a shower that I could, uh, use?" You asked Daryl in a timid voice, now feeling hyper aware of your dirty appearance.

"Yeah, to the right of yer room." He replied, nodding his head towards the stairs. You nod your head in gratitude, getting up from the couch and going to the bathroom.

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That shower was possibly the most refreshing one you've had in a while. There was warm water, soaps, and possibly the fluffiest towels you’ve ever seen. But now you have another problem, clothes. The only ones you have were the torn, dirt covered ones you've been living in for the past few months or maybe even over a year. You wrap a towel around yourself and crack open the bathroom door just enough to peek your head out. "Daryl?" You call out, face flushing from embarrassment once again. "Could I borrow some clothes?" There's a moment of silence before you hear him shout back a "yeah", and you close the door, waiting. You wait for a few minutes until you hear the sound of his heavy footsteps, cloth falling on the floor, and then a knock. After that, he walks away. You wait a few seconds before cracking open the door and taking the clothes he left for you. It's a black shirt with a faded metal band logo printed in white, the pants are dark blue and denim. They're definitely going to be too big and baggy for you, but you wear it anyway.

You tighten the waistband of the jeans to fit you better, and you come out, hair wrapped in a towel. You walk down the stairs, damp feet pattering against the wooden floor. Daryl's still sitting on the couch, but in a more lounged position. You sit close to him and take a breath.

You begin to speak. “Um... this might be a little weird, but to me, you feel like a father." You tell him, and his eyes widen. But he looks touched. "We just met yesterday, but it feels really comforting to be around you." You twiddle your fingers, looking a little embarrassed. But Daryl smiles. It’s subtle, but there’s still a smile on his face.

"Tha's awfully sweet." His voice is softer than you've ever heard before. "I've never had a little one of my own, always kind of wanted to, though. I just don't think i'd be a good dad."

You smile at him, chuckling. "I think you would. You sort of have this really fatherly presence. It was unusually easy for me to warm up to you." You shift close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You smile more. "Maybe I could be your little one. You can like... adopt me, or something."

Daryl chuckles again. "We'll see, kid. We'll see."

You look up at him and then go back to snuggling. You curl up beside him, getting so very comfortable. You feel safe in his embrace, you never want to leave.

“Can we see maybe… now?” You ask in a playful way, looking up at him again. Daryl looks down at you with a slightly wider smile, shaking his head.

“Well, I-… yeah,” he sighs. “Alright, yer gonna be my little one. I’m never gonna let anything happen to ya.” He holds you a little tighter. “I might not be the best daddy, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.”

Cuddling with cg!daryl during a storm...

You were little, kneeling on the bed to look out of the window. The wind howled, blowing around objects in the Alexandrian streets, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, lighting up your surroundings. Daryl was laying beside you, an arm tucked under his head. He looked up at you with soft eyes as you watched the storm with the childike wonder that he always admired. He saw how you looked in fascination as you watched the zig-zag like lines of lightning strike, and how after, you would sort of prepare yourself for the possible loud roar of thunder. Soon, your knees became sore, so you lay back down beside Daryl, tucking yourself in his large arms. His cuddles and hugs were so comforting, it felt like a huge weighted blanket full of love and care was wrapped around you. Daryl rolled over slightly to be able to grab your pacifier from the beside table, and he popped it in your mouth, which you suckled happily. You closed your eyes and burrowed further into his warm embrace, one of his hands coming up to stroke your cheek, then your head. He looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing to him, which you were. You were like a delicate little flower which he would never dare to harm. He would never harm you, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. You lay there in your caregivers arms, your eyes slowly fluttering shut, body relaxing.. the last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed on your forehead.

Hi guys I’d like to talk about somthing in my banners at the end of each thing I post it says nsfw DNI nsfw accounts PLEASE STOP INTERACTING WITH ME! I AM A SFW AGE REGGRESING ACCOUNT ONLY!

I am so so tired of nsfw accounts interacting with me! It makes me feel gross nd icky:(

Earth-42 miles as a caregiver!<3

•miles tries very hard to keep his prowler business away from his little he dosent want them to get involved in any danger or be scared of him he dosent want that he wants to be the best caregiver for his little baby

• he can be a little overprotective at times but it’s only to keep you safe his universe is very dangerous and he doesn't want his little one getting hurt.

•he will SPOIL you lots ! If you want a new plushie you’re getting it ! A new paci? You got it ! A new onsie ? You’re getting it ! He dosent care if you think you don’t deserve it you are getting it no matter what.

•he’s constantly watching you like a hawk to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or get into any trouble if you reggrese under ten he will have you hold his hand when you cross the street or while doing anything really he just wants to make sure his baby’s safe.

•he will keep anything you make him he will hang it up in his room to proudly show off his baby’s artwork!

•he will always make sure your safe and comfortable no matter what is someone’s makes you sad or unhappy he will be very mad (not at you tho) at the person who made you upset he will comfort you and reassure you and take you away from the situation telling you not to worry your pretty little head and how your to little for that.

•he always and I mean always makes sure your in bed before 9pm he will always tuck you in and read you a bedtime story and tell all your stuffie friends goodnight and kiss your forhead and tells you to have sweet dreams and will even plug in a little nightlight incase your scared of the dark ! (Which is okay I’m still scared of the dark lol)

•if he’s working on his gear for his vigilante suit or if he’s working on his gauntlet he”ll have you sit on his lap or be in the room with him.

•he will call you cute nicknames like baby ! Mi amor little one ect!

• he’s not the best at when your upset or crying so he just sits by your side and hums a little lullabie his mama used to hum him when he was little if you wanna hug or to be held he will definitely hold you and make sure your okay

•he will draw with you color with you he loves anything you draw or make him ! It’s okay if you color outside the lines that’s fine ! You’re still a kid !

•he calls you as often as possible he loves hearing your little voice and giggles ! He always promises to get you somthing while on his prowler business he always follows though with his promises getting anything your little heart desires! Anything for his little baby !

•he loves talking to you ! And making sure you feel safe and comfortable! His favorite thing to do is have you in his lap curled up while he had his arms wrapped around you and he gives you little forhead kisses and headpats !

•he understands that littlespace can be scary at times or when you invoulntery reggrese he’s more then happy to take care of you and comfort you he dosent mind taking care of you.

•if he’s busy or has to go on a mission last minute he might ask Gwen or ganke to help babysit you

•he gets a little flustered when you cal him dada/daddy but he’s okay with it!

•he loves u lots! He will always make sure ur safe and comfy

•If you reggrese rlly little and need padding like pull-ups/dippers he’s okay with it! He will always help you and make sure you’re comfortable! If anyone makes you feel bad about needing padding he will make sure they don’t see the light of day again

•he has autism (facts) he can get a little off task but he always has everything on him that you might need ! Like tethers pacis fidgets etc)

•I feel like he’s great at cooking if he dosent have somthing you want he will gladly get it for u! •will def take u out on spray painting dates! •I feel like he will play peak a boo with you since his mask can go from seeing miles till not seeing him he loves hearing your little giggles and smiles! •if you reggrese rlly little one to four he will def put u down for bed like rlly rlly early like 6pm or 5pm

my baby needs sleep so they can have good dreams hmm *gives your forhead a little kiss and tucks you in*

I love you all sm! Make sure to eat and drink water!<3

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A Hiccup in a Storm

Word count: 1058

Warnings\TW: mild cursing, Technoblade (NOT IRL) tickles

Lee!Technoblade Ler!Tommyinnit, ft.Philza

This is in-game out of respect for our king, Techno

This is a SFW tickle fic! NSFW DNI!!

Platonic!! No shippers!

Enjoy ♥

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Techno was currently seated on the living room couch of Phil's house, deeply engaged in a journal he was writing in. Phil was seated on the opposite side of the sofa, drinking hot tea and listening to the roaring thunderstorm. The blonde has always been comforted by rain, but with his best friend in his presence as well? He almost couldn't contain the wide, happy smile that threatened to split his face.

The comfortable silence was short lived as Tommy scrambled down the stairs, mumbling and muttering something under his breath. The youngest had been locked in his room since the storm began, texting Tubbo about rescheduling because of the weather, so when he saw his brother visiting, his whole being practically glowed.

“Techno?!”

Said man flinched a little at the sudden call at his name, biting back another short, sharp intake that hadn't caught the other's ears just yet.

Tommy waltzed over, staring down at his good friend. “Hulloo!” Techno replied, looking up at the teen’s happy expression.

Phil smiled, “Been locked in your room for a bit, mate, something goin’ on?” Tommy sighed dramatically. “Mother nature decided to cancel mine and the Bee Boy's plans!! ..but tech is here so it's not the worst thing I guess” The boy grinned over at the pig-hybrid before questioning his state. Tommy stared confusedly at the older for a moment, Phil looking over as well.

The man in question had a hand over his mouth, seemingly trying to steady his breathing. “Tech?” Phil asked, a little concerned.

Techno cleared his throat.

“Phil do you have- hiccup -water..?”

The hybrid cringed at the noise.

Now, he knew hiccuping shouldn't be embarrassing.. it's quite common for everyone, actually, the only problem was he hated the sound. Not only was it distracting and annoying, it was also high-pitched. He sounded like a little kid, he shouldn't sound like a kid! He is a god! Intimidating! Now, because he was self-conscious of it, he never hiccuped in front of anyone. If he felt the need to, he would excuse himself from a room to get a drink. Now, though, he was not so lucky.

Silence fell upon the room, the only thing that was heard were the thundering noises from the continuous storm.

Tommy and Phil processed the sound as Techno glanced up at the two.

“Wait- was that a hiccup, mate..? Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever heard that from you.” Phil thought aloud, a small, adoring smile pulling at his lips. Tommy's eyes were sparkling with the thought of Technoblade, The Blood God, hiccuping like a kitten.

Techno bit down another short intake, rolling his eyes at Tommy's expression. Trying to stay nonchalant, “I guess.. hic- ahem. I guess so..?” he replied wearily.

Techno cursed himself for the situation and rubbed his neck, feeling the warmth of embarrassment rise in his face.

“Daww~ Does Techno have an adorable hiccup?” Tommy was genuinely bouncing from his excitement. The man in question glared daggers at the teen, the stare being interrupted by yet another hiccup, causing the man to drop the gaze to his lap.

Phil chuckled, “How did you even get them?”

Techno rolled his eyes. “Oh, I dunno.. maybe when the gremlin decided he would screech my name out of fucking- hiccup -” The man groaned frustratedly. “I was doing so well!!”

Tommy let out his usual barky-laughter, the father figure chuckling at the predicament along with the teen. “Hoholy shihit-!” Tommy managed to babble between his giggles, plopping between the two elders on the plush sofa.

Techno huffed, annoyed.

“Is Techie a little embarrassed?”

Tommy giggled and prodded the side of the man's lower-back. It was meant as a playful gesture, not expecting much of a reaction. So.. when the hybrid hiccuped rather loudly and jerked away from the touch, he was surprised.

....

“Techno.?”

Tommy questioned, Phil having the same confused look.

Said man glared up at the boy, his book being abandoned to the floor after sliding off the couch. The realization slowly set in the two blondes, the younger grinning, the older smiling fondly, chuckling quietly.

The pinkette hiccuped again, pushing down a smile at the playful look on the youngest’ face.

“Techno..”

The boy chuckled evilly “Techno, Techno, Techno. Did you know about this, Phil?” Tech hiccuped, squirming a little as Tommy sat on the man’s upper thighs, his weight holding him down. (Techno could've gotten out of it but something was nagging at him to stay still) “How did I forget?” The older replied, smiling sweetly at old memories as they flooded his mind.

Tommy tapped his fingers around the hiccupy god's sides below him, getting an idea. “Hey! I have a cure for your hiccups, Tech!”Said man had his mouth covered, refusing to laugh in front of Tommy, looking at him in question.

The kid chuckled mischievously,

“giggles.”

With that, the younger gently squeezed Techno's sides, the man almost breaking instantly. Instead, he gasped, curling in on himself to the best of his ability and shaking his head. Tommy wasn't satisfied, moving his hands up to his ribs instead.

The dam broke.

Techno cackled.

Honest to GOD, cackled, before half-heartedly shoving at Tommy's chest, his laughter laced with hiccups and a couple snorts. Tommy couldn't help the verbal coo that left his mouth, heart melting at the newfound laugh. The writhing man below him kicked a little, grasping the younger's sleeves and tugging on them before pushing, then repeating the action over and over.

“hic- TOHohohomEheEHEHey!! FuhUHUCk!- snort- Gehet ohohoff..”

“You could easily throw me off if you wanted to.”

He wasn't lying, the God was significantly stronger than him, plus combined with how light Tommy was.

“Nhgehehehehehe!”

The man squirmed a little as the blonde slowed his skittery fingers to featherlight tracing, the gentle touches making him melt into the soft cushions.

“Owh..”

Phil softly trailed off, taking in the God's adorable state, Tommy nodding in agreement.

Techno hummed contently at the ticklish feeling ceasing, the younger sitting next to the man on the sofa.

“Hey! I was right! You're not hiccuping anymore! I'm such a genius.” Tommy excitedly pointed out, Tech rolling his eyes with a smile.

Maybe.. just maybe, his hiccups weren't so bad after all.

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Dude, I'm writing this at like.. 3 in the morning-

Chespin - Pokémon mood board :3

Doey the doughman stimboard :3

(I figured out how to do it !)

I really want to write some agere beastarssss

Give me suggestionsssss

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sometimes it really sucks being a cg while also having two chronic illnesses because when one flares up the other does too, then i start to hurt and i wish i could spend more time taking care of my little one instead of making sure my flare up doesn't get worse and i make sure im bearing the pain

This is an amazing drawing ny little one did for me of him and me

Moments like these i adore being a caregiver where i get to see my baby's drawings and see how cute he is @theogclownboy

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commission form! here's my commission form only cashapp is accepted no payal, im willing to lower prices to meet your needs! I'm a young artist and this is how I make money anything helps and i'll be very grateful for anything!!!!

the lovely amazing art my boyfriend made of his little OC/pupsona and my bunsona i love him genuinely so muchhhhhh credit to my BF: @theogclownboy

bein' an extra cute bunny boi ^^

pls block and report @kimjongpun they are going around harassing littles, and they have made other accounts before as well.

they are notorious for just not having a life and spending all their time bullying age regression accounts.

i just got harassed and blocked and reported this scum. be aware of them.

night night!

pagan/wiccan things for age regressors

go outside and pick flowers, herbs, plants

look around for pretty rocks and/or crystals

make fairy houses

make flowercrowns

rock painting

make mini jar altar

(if you can) light a candle for fragrence

shout out to the sister cgs, the people who take care of their blood siblings as a cg, to the younger sisters who take care of an older brother, to the sissy's boys, to the sissy's girls, to the sissy's sibs, to the sister boys, girls, sibs and anyone who has a fem sibling figure

happy mothers day to all the fem/maternal caregivers! my partner is a more material type caregiver my mimi is genderfluid but thinks mimi is a cute cg name ^^ i am thankful to have my mimi and i am very lucky to have such support <3

Do you think if it's okay that you could do a lil fic or even just headcanons of cg Victor and Yuuri with a little gender neutral reader who doesn't really know how to skate and asks Victor and Yuuri for help?? (And maybe even just a lil bit of Yurio being nice?)

I can try!!! victor and Yuri will be married in this instead of engaged

victor x yuri x Gn! little! reader (with some yurio too)

you were a figure skater a talented figure skater at that but when you were regressed not so much, yurio was your fellow ice skater and friend he invited you over to play video games and chill. you accepted since he was your friend and you were close on ice. you walked to Victor and Yuri's home and greeted them "Hi there I'm here for Yurio if that's alright?". victor smiled at you and let you in "he should be up in his room it's nice he has his old friend over you two have fun!". after an hour Yuri knocked on Yurio's door and spoke through the crack of the door "Vitya and i are going to the rink you two coming?" Yuri asked, you both agreed. victor drove the car to the rink the time was around 10pm they liked going on nightly skating to clear their mind. after you both arrived you set your bag down and took your skates out and tied them victor helped you out since he knew you well. you felt yourself slip a little at this gesture. yurio excitedly takes your hand and glides around on the ice rink, practicing tricks when all of a sudden you slip completely into little space and fall down from losing balance. yurio laughed a bit since normally when ones fall when they are skilled or not its funny as long as they are not hurt but instantly regretted it when he saw you crying. yuri and victor skated up to you "hey what happened?" victor asked calmly not to startle anyone. you babbled that couldnt be told what you were saying but yuri spoke up "hey there are you regressed buddy?" he leaned down to your level. you nodded and he took your hand "it's okay now did you lose balance or you cant skate when small?" you nodded again. yurio helped you onto a nearby bench as yuri went to talk to Victor and let him know what happened. yurio felt a little ill so he wanted to sit in the car and rest leaving you with victor and yuri to car for you. yuri approached you and asked "hey buddy you want vitya and i to hold your hands and show you how to?" you nodded excitedly. they both helped you ice skate while holding your hands. victor praised and encouraged you as you skated without their hands. after a while they all went home and they were very proud of you regressed or not.

hope this was good ^^ i tried

i am very comfy and oral stimming rn in little space also now you can see's my red hair I did!

yay yay i made my server its still a wip but hey it works so please head over we love new company ^^

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no bigotry whatsoever (this includes but is not limited to homophobia, racism, transphobia, sexism, ableism, etc)

this is a safe space so do not be rude to anyone unwarranted

No NSFW whatsoever or you will get banned immediately

do not harass members/staff

do not argue about a staff decision if you have a complaint/suggestion please make a ticket

do not swear/yell around littles

make sure to censor sensitive topics

have fun !! :3

i found my childhood rubber ducky

YAYYYYY im a jewish age regresser i loves this!!!

Chanukah!!