ā” Make a diy wand or buy a toy one! Use it as an accessory, keychain or simply wear it around with you
ā” Are you the type who uses an object to transform? decorate your object or create it! this is similar to the wand diy
ā” Outfits! If you're fictionkin, make your outfits inspired on your kin, you can also use things like fluffy skirts, bows, lace and cute jewerly
ā” This is too basic, but make a playlist, believe me, it can help
ā” Merch from media with magical girls, buy or diy merch from media like sailor moon, sakura cardcaptor, even from stuff like star vs the forces of evil, winxs club, etc.
ā” This is super specific but those little backpacks with wings on them(??? Idk
ā” If you can, dye/cut/style your hair the same as the character you kin or in a way that makes you feel connected to the kin
ā” cute room decor, use pastel colors and kawaii themed things, search for cutecore room inspo or bedrooms of certain magical girl animes on pinterest(btw i don't like the term cutecore)
Silly Kiddo! - An Agere Playtime Playlist - Mikey_LittleSpace
Age regression / little space playlist - Kiki
š¼š¤ Gamer baby! āāļ½”š¦¹Ā°ā§ā littlespace music box playlist š¤š¼ - Tommy
agere playlist! - happy background music - Tommy
Relax Little One - An Agere Sleep Playlist (Music Box + Rain) - Mikey_LittleSpace
š Ideasš·
Draw!
Read!
Play video games!
Watch some shows!
If you have chalk, draw on the sidewalk!
Do a puzzle!
Play with plushies if you have them!
Write about your day!
Make some crafts! It can be bracelets, pottery, or whatever you can find around the house!
Take a walk if you feel adventurous!
š Health šø
Make sure to eat plenty of food, you need to be healthy and strong to take on the day.
Drink plenty of liquids as well! It might be fun playing, but staying hydrated is just as important.
If you have any medication that's been prescribed to you, don't forget to take it as well. Don't forget to take care of yourself, and make sure that you have your medicine!
Exhausted? Don't feel afraid to take a nap! If you ever get sleepy, just know that you'll be able to play and have fun in the morning... Make sure to rest up and stay strong :)
Be sure to stay clean as well, and scrub good! Make sure that you wash properly and do a good job. I know it may seem daunting, but it's well worth it.
ā¤ Support and Love š
Know that without a doubt, I support you, and want you to have a great day / night! You are valid and are such a brave kid, even if you don't think of yourself as brave, I do. Stay your amazing self, and just know that I'm cheering you on every step of the way! :D
DEFiNiTiONā:āA flag for regressors who are cannibals or cannibals who are regressors. Perhaps one's identity is intrinsically tied to cannibalism, or one suffers from cannibalistic urges due to psychosis or nonhumanity. Perhaps said regressor kins a character who is a cannibal or is sourced from a cannibal and struggles to disconnect from this. Intended for use of those who struggle with psychosis and for those who feel animalistic and feral, for those who suffer from intense guilt coming from the violent nature of being human. Perhaps one feels guilty due to having frequent thoughts about cannibalism, or having cannibalistic urges or simply has a special interest in cannibalism or a media containing it. The regressor does not have to be a cannibal themself but perhaps they have been cannibalized themself in source or metaphorically or have a secret desire to eat or be eaten. Maybe (part of) their identity centers around or is affected/influenced by cannibalism, by being a cannibal or being cannibalized. One may view their regression as a form of cannibalism or may regress as a response to cannibalism related guilt or due to witnessing / being a part of a cannibalistic act. Not meant to encourage / advocate for real life cannibalism.
F2U ?ā:āYes. With credits. Do not repost, use without credits, or claim as your own. Feel free to tag me with creations ^_^.
How to start an agere journal
_ ( helpful tips )
+ Making my own!
Designing the journal itself
Choose a Journal: The most important thing is that your journal is *YOU* comfortable! Which means that the idea and theme of your journal makes you comfortable and happy. it doesn't matter the palette or design, as long as it makes you happy.
Use Fun Supplies: Crayons, markers, pastel pens, and stickers make journaling more fun and little-friendly!
Section It Off: Create sections for different things! this means sectioning it into smaller groups of pages like sticker pages, drawings, daily logs, stuffies & char. profiles, fun lists & ideas, etc!
Make It Cozy: Journal in a comfy spot with a soft blanket, stuffies, and maybe a sippy cup or warm drink!
Use Stickers & Doodles: If writing feels too big, use stickers or draw simple pictures to express your feelings.
Prompts and ideas!
Daily--
What made you feel little today?
What was your favorite thing to do today?
Did anything make you feel small and happy today?
What is your little age today? How does it feel?
How did your day go? Did you make any new friends?
Draw a daily face of how your day went (IE. sad, happy, embarrassing..)
Creative--
Draw or decorate a page with stickers of your favorite babycore things!
Design a dream nursery/playroom and describe what would be inside.
Write a short story about an adventure with your favorite stuffie.
Create a wishlist of toys, pacis, or comfy things youād love to have.
How to start an agere journal
_ ( helpful tips )
+ Making my own!
Designing the journal itself
Choose a Journal: The most important thing is that your journal is *YOU* comfortable! Which means that the idea and theme of your journal makes you comfortable and happy. it doesn't matter the palette or design, as long as it makes you happy.
Use Fun Supplies: Crayons, markers, pastel pens, and stickers make journaling more fun and little-friendly!
Section It Off: Create sections for different things! this means sectioning it into smaller groups of pages like sticker pages, drawings, daily logs, stuffies & char. profiles, fun lists & ideas, etc!
Make It Cozy: Journal in a comfy spot with a soft blanket, stuffies, and maybe a sippy cup or warm drink!
Use Stickers & Doodles: If writing feels too big, use stickers or draw simple pictures to express your feelings.
Prompts and ideas!
Daily--
What made you feel little today?
What was your favorite thing to do today?
Did anything make you feel small and happy today?
What is your little age today? How does it feel?
How did your day go? Did you make any new friends?
Draw a daily face of how your day went (IE. sad, happy, embarrassing..)
Creative--
Draw or decorate a page with stickers of your favorite babycore things!
Design a dream nursery/playroom and describe what would be inside.
Write a short story about an adventure with your favorite stuffie.
Create a wishlist of toys, pacis, or comfy things youād love to have.
Eeeee I just found your blog and holy shit Iām in love with your work!! Itās all so sweet- the perfect stuff to look at after a bad day š«¶š
If your requests are open- could you please maybe do a fic of Shadow Milk and his little (y/n, agere) having a fun day in the snow? Or whatever the snow equivalent in this world is, I just got into CRK last week so I donāt know haha XD
Maybe the little gets ālostā momentarily and Shadow Milk is ready to tear the kingdom from the inside out looking for them. Thank you!
Of course! Honestly, I do need to get back on the agere game. I love writing tickles, but I also love writing agere alongside it. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)
The air was cold and nippy, the ground was buried underneath pearly white snow, and cookies all around were already putting up Christmas decor. Yup, it was winter alright! You were excited, too, because today you would get to play in the snow. Well, provided that papa would quit fussing over you already.
āJingle bell, sit still! You need your mittens or youāll freeze into a giant icicle.ā Papa was struggling to put your hands into the mittens he had gotten for you, they were light blue with little snowflakes on the back. You huffed, but sat still and let him finish bundling you up until you resembled a marshmallow more than a cookie. āThere we are!ā He smiled and kissed your forehead, even though it was covered up by a wooly hat, āArenāt you as cute as a button? Come on, baby, letās go play.ā He picked you up and carried you outside. You blinked a couple times as you looked at the world outside, everything was coated with a fluffy snow that wasnāt too dry and powdery nor too wet and heavy. It was like looking into a whole new world!
As soon as papa let you go, you took off to explore the wintery wonderland. You squealed and giggled with delight as you grabbed bunches of snow and tossed them up, letting them come back down on you and shaking them off. You then sat down and continued playing with the snow, building little cones and rolling up little balls, or just tossing it around more. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw papa chuckling to himself at your adorable little antics and you giggled even more. You then got up again, looking to do more. However, while you were exploring, papa had turned away for a moment- he was probably checking something or thought he had heard something. You found an even prettier, untouched patch of snow at the side of the house where he couldnāt see you.
He turned around, finally, and gasped with horror. āMy baby!ā He cried, looking around frantically by the spot where you just were, āWhereās my baby!?ā He started checking every little nook and cranny. It felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest and join the search, too! āBaby! BABY!ā He called again, but you were too absorbed in playtime to hear him, āMy baby! MY BABY! Where did you go!?ā His panic started to visibly rise. What couldāve happened to you!?
You had just now heard his voice calling out for you, but little did you realize there was a patch of ice beneath your feet. You tried waddling back to him, but you slipped and fell over on your back. You started crying loudly, that hurt!
Papa gasped again as he heard you and immediately ran to where the sound was coming from, he turned the corner and almost immediately you were in his arms again. āOh, my baby! My sweet baby, Iām so glad youāre okay!ā He kissed your cheek and gently rubbed your back, cradling you in his arms like he was scaredā¦ normally papa never seemed scared of anything. You sniffled, he wiped the tears, āShhā¦ oh, baby, itās okay. Papaās right here.ā He comforted. He sighed and stood up with you still in his arms, āYou scared me, sweetie. Donāt go running off without me again, okay?ā He kissed your cheek again, you nodded. Your tears were all gone now.
You were carried back inside, at least you got to play a little bit. But hey, now papa was going to make you hot cocoa! He continued holding onto you as you both waited for it to get nice and hot, rocking you gently and humming little tunes to keep you entertain. Even if today wasnāt completely outside, it was still a nice day.
End of fic! Sorry if itās short or not up to par with my other works, Iām still fairly rusty. Have a good one š«¶
^^^ Little Wind Archer Cookie & Caregiver Millennial Tree Cookie ... might be badly written but don't really care be niceys about it . thanks
The forest was peaceful as always. It was a nice day, all things considered. Warm, but not hot, with a gentle breeze blowing through the branches. Birds fluttered high above the ground, chipmunks scampered along itā¦ It was, all in all, rather lovely.
It was also silent.
Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was too quiet. It was never this quiet. The birds were quiet, the bugs were quiet, hell- even the squirrels were quiet! That never happened!!
It wasnāt silent, nowhere near it, but suspiciously quiet for the forest. The only sound was the soft rustle of footfall on grass. Wind Archer Cookie stopped, looking around at the woods around him and drawing an arrow from his quiver. He could hear birds up in the canopy, the steady hum of cicadas.
ā¦Alright, maybe he was overreacting. It was fine. Everything was normal.
So why was he so on edge? His instincts were never wrong. (Well, except for that one time. And that one other time.)
He sighed, sliding his arrow back into its rightful place. He rubbed his hand over his eye, a small turn at the corner. A thoughtless motion, he wouldnāt have dwelled on it for a moment otherwise, butā¦
Something about it feltā¦ strangely comforting. He didnāt know why, it was nothing more than an eye rub. A mindless gesture. An expression of fatigue. Nothing more than a small movement.
Hmm. Small. There it was.
Now that he thought on it, he hadnāt properly regressed inā¦ well, you couldnāt expect him to remember everything.
He shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the line of thought from his mind. That was silly. He didnāt have time for that. Even if the forest wasnāt at threat now, it may be soon. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, and Wind Archer was working with teaspoons.
To his dismay, however, the feeling couldnāt be shaken so easily. It was a slow creep, one he would easily be able to ignore if he wasnāt thinking about it. However, Wind Archer was a machine that turned molehills into mountains.
It started small. Always did. Every movement, every little motion felt small, jerky. Like he was just learning how to do it. Then he caught himself dawdling (dawdling!) in the middle of his patrol. He tried to ignore it, to push it down like he normally did, but when he caught himself mouthing at the edge of his scarf for the third time in the past 10 minutes, it was a bit trickier to disregard.
Wind Archer stopped suddenly, dead in his tracks in the middle of his patrol path. He walked it so often the grass along his usual route was worn flat. It was impossible to miss.
ā¦Which was the whole problem. He was a good ten feet off to the side from his path, ambling about the woods.
He held his face in his hands, leaning up to the sky and letting out a long, loud groan of exasperation. It didnāt help in the slightest, but it also made him feel worse. An all-around wonderful idea.
He tried to get back on track, to truck through the rest of his duties, but it was clear that he wouldnāt be able to (at least, not to his standards). Sighing, Wind Archer took a seat in a small clearing, padding softly at the grass before curling up the best he could. He took his pack off, pulling it in front of him and rummaging through. He wanted something soft, cuddly, something he could curl up with and nap for a bit. Something to snack on (gosh, he was hungry. When did he last eat? He really needed to work on that). Maybe a bubble wand.
Shocking to absolutely no one, he found nothing. He whined, scratching in irritation at the outside of the bag before pulling it up close to his chest and hugging it tight. Okay, so maybe it wasnāt the best case scenario, but it wasnāt like he had any other options. The weight of it was nice and solid in his lap, but still left something to be desired.
He liked the heft of his bag in his lap, the feel of the tree bark solid against his back. Nowā¦ why? He blinked, rather slow to process his sluggish, meandering thoughts.
Oh.
He wanted Millennial Tree Cookie.
That made sense. He usually felt this way around the older cookie, and they seemed more than willing to entertain this little quirk. He could understand that.
One small issue. He had no idea where Millennial Tree was.
Wind Archer whined again, hugging the bag as he curled up with his knees to his chest and gazed around the clearing. It was a rather nice place, somewhere he could definitely play train, but it wasnāt right. It wasnāt what he wanted.
He wanted Millennial Tree Cookie.
A small pout scrunched his face as he rested his head on his bag, huddling against a tall, spindly birch tree. It was such a nice day, but it was hard to enjoy it. He didnāt want to enjoy it. He just wanted Millennial Tree Cookie.
Wind Archer let out a small huff, flopping down sideways onto the grass and glaring across the glade. It was so boring here. Millennial Treeās clearing was bigger, and prettier, and it had a pond with fish that Wind Archer could watch as long as he likedā¦
Another small, sad whine drew itself out of his throat as he curled up on his side, hugging his bag close and pulling his scarf over his mouth. He mouthed at the edge of it, staring off into the distance with an uncharacteristically sad expression.
He couldnāt get there from here. Okay, sure, maybe he could, but he didnāt like walking through the forest alone. Not to mention he was tired. He didnāt want to walk all the way across the forest. He just wanted a nap, he thought sleepily. Maybe some cuddles, and Millennial Tree would do that little laugh and fond sigh and brush his hair out of his face, and then theyād rock him and whisper to him until he fell asleepā¦
Ugh! No! Wind Archer huffed, sitting up and throwing his bag a few feet away. He rubbed harshly at his eyes, pushing himself to his feet. That was so unprofessional of him. He had to do his job. Even if he felt oh so very small and scared.
He staggered a bit as he stood, teetering to the side before he righted himself. He slowly slipped his pack back over his shoulder, fixing his scarf and rubbing sleepily at one eye before tottering back off along his path. Mhm. Gotta do his watch. Big watch, big job. Gotta do aaaaall of it.
Wind Archer padded determinedly along his route for some time. He had quite the rhythm going when his foot caught and he tripped over a large rock. Nothing too bad- a bit embarrassing, sure, definitely would normally made him glad nobody was there to see it- but it brought tears to his eyes nevertheless. He slowly pulled his face out of the dirt, sniffling slightly as he rolled over onto his back. He sat up and peered tentatively over his scarf, whimpering as he saw jam welling up on his knee.
Some small voice in the back of his mind kept whispering how unprofessional he was being, how shameful this was, but it was hard for him to focus on that with the fog covering his brain.
He let out another harsh sniffle, a small mewl of distress forcing its way out as he huddled into a ball in the grass. He threw his pack as far as he could (not very far at the moment), sniveling sadly as his face contorted somewhere between frustration, pain, and childish longing. He just wanted Millennial Tree. That was all he wanted.
Wind Archer didnāt know how long he had been sitting there. His knee had stopped hurting, the pain dimming to a dull throb as he whined. It felt like it had been hours (really, it was closer to 20 minutes) when a soft, warm voice spoke to him.
āArcher? Are you alright?ā it asked, the cookie it came from kneeling gently in front of Wind Archer with a caring, concerned expression. They werenāt at all fazed by Wind Archerās drastic personality shift. They had seen it before, after all.
Hesitantly, Wind Archer let out a small, sad sniffle, peeking up from his little ball to peer at the cookie in front of him. Millennial Treeās kind face smiled back at him, warm with a little quirk to the brows that made him feel safe. Without thinking, Wind Archer let out another mewl, making small grabby hands up at the other cookie. Millennial Tree let out a soft chuckle, gently lifting Wind Archer into his arms and rocking him slightly back and forth.
āThere you areā¦ā they murmured, stroking Wind Archerās hair gently. āYou had a little scare, huh?ā
Wind Archer nodded, a small whine of confirmation turning into a long, distressed note as he buried his face into Millennial Treeās shoulder. The other cookie just let out another warm, empathetic chuckle as they held the little archer.
āOh, I knowā¦ I know,ā they whispered. āCome on. Letās get you cleaned up, yeah? Iāll take a look at that knee, and then you can sit with me in the courtyard if you want.ā
Another tiny nod, another tiny sniffle, and the two were off, Millennial Tree whispering soft reassurance into Wind Archerās ear at his every cry. By the time they had reached the clearing, Wind Archer had quieted into nothing more than hitched breath and quiet hums. Millennial Tree sat him down on a stone, rubbing his back as they peered at the little cookieās knee.
It wasnāt a serious injury, not by a mile. Wind Archer normally wouldnāt have even mentioned it, no, they would have to chase him down to even get a look at it. He felt a little silly, face growing hot, but Millennial Tree stilled him with a small touch to his shoulder before dressing the wound.
āSee? All better,ā they said, in that nice kind voice that made it hard for Wind Archer to remember why he felt bad anyway. They lifted the little guardian back up into their arms, walking slowly over to a hammock and laying down inside. Wind Archer cuddled up against them, making soft little noises and kneading at the fabric of Millennial Treeās top.
The elder cookie smiled at him, rubbing his back and murmuring quiet responses to the archerās mewls and mumbles. Wind Archer felt his eyes slowly grow heavy, his body grow soft and pliant against Millennial Treeās side as they laid together. Come to think of it, he was rather exhaustedā¦ He could probably have a little nap. Right? He looked up at Millennial Tree with big, pleading eyes, awaiting their permission.
Millennial Tree Cookie let out another soft chuckle, their hand running gently through Wind Archerās hair. āHmm? Yes, little sprout?ā
Wind Archer didnāt say anything, just whining softly and blinking up at Millennial Tree. They sighed, their gentle motions stilling as they sat up slightly to peer down at him.
āI canāt read minds, you know,ā they teased gently. āYou have to talk to me if you want something.ā Wind Archerās pout grew more pronounced as he grumbled under his breath at the elder. Millennial Tree rolled their eyes playfully, ruffling his hair as they spoke again.
āI know, I know,ā they said lightly. āBut you know what I mean. You need to tell me.ā
Wind Archer (rather unhelpfully) whined again, pawing at Millennial Treeās robes. They laughed slightly, wrapping their arms around him and bouncing him slightly against them.
āWhat?ā they asked, their voice lighthearted and teasing. āWhatās wrong, acorn?ā
Wind Archer just whined, less indignant and more upset, and pawed gently at their robes again. He was sleepy. He wanted to nap, and he was just waiting on their OK.
Millennial Tree squinted at him. āIāll be honest,ā they said. āIām completely lost on what you want. Iām sorry, sapling.ā
Wind Archer pouted, trying to hide how their face pulled into a truly upset frown, and curled up once more against Millennial Treeās side. He stifled a yawn, pretending that it was the reason for the tears bunching at the corners of his eyes.
Millennial Tree made a soft noise of recognition. āYou sleepy?ā they asked softly, scratching the base of Wind Archerās hair. He let out a soft, pleased murmur, cuddling further into them and letting out another yawn. Millennial Tree let out a small, affectionate sigh, cradling him close. āMmm, there we go, huh? Go on and sleep, sprout. Poor thing.ā
Wind Archer purred softly in their arms, his eyes falling shut as he slowly drifted off to sleep. He wasnāt much of a napper usually (sleep was a waste of time), but thisā¦ He was alright with this.
ĖĢ£Ģ£Ģ£ā° I'd like to celebrate all my fellow unloved dolls this valentine's day.
~ Dolls that are broken, lying at the bottom of the toy chest, who haven't seen sunlight in years
~ Dolls stuck in cardboard boxes in the attic, collecting dust and mold. They were loved, some time long ago
~ Dolls with bad paint jobs or strange clothes, not pretty enough for the collector's displays
~ Dolls stuck on the thrift store's shelves, called creepy by all who pass by, glass eyes filled with invisible tears
I love you, relate to you, and I think about you every day. We're just as worthy. The only difference is that we just haven't been noticed by the right person yet. We are imperfect- Sure! But we'll never be any less deserving of a good home. Never.
~He's an absolute push over for puppy dog eyes. His kiddos can get away with murder for all he's concerned about
~Okay so Nagisa's notebook with the lists of all of Koro Sensei's weaknesses? Welp there's a page titled 'weakness #xx' which simply contains: Sensei has a soft spot for regressors.
~Not that this helps in any assassination attempt as having a mentally younger classmate in the midst of violence is far from the wisest idea.
~Not that this hasn't been tried before, but after Nagisa ending up having a full blown panic attack while regressed and not knowing that he would be the center of a staged ploy any further ideas were banned
~Koro Sensei gets really flustered if one of his students is regressed and crying and he can't immediately cheer them up. Most definitely pushes them on Irina or Karasuma to deal with while he goes and sulks about being a 'terrible caregiver'
~But also a regressed student with an anti Koro Sensei weapon might be more formidable to the octopus. At the very least his heart rate is sky rocketing at the mere thought of someone getting hurt
~Never has any money for any type of local activates (going to the zoo, amusment parks, ect.) But he does have super sonic speed >:3
~Little one wants to build sand castles in Miami? Check! Buying snow cones? What need when you can travel directly to the north pole and gather your own homemade ice. Who even needs a ticket to the aquarium when they can take a day trip to visit the great barrier reef in under 60 seconds?
~Has definitely pushed watching those nature documenters that are geared towards kids or educational cartoons in the place of down time
I shouldn't be here hiding in the bathroom during this family reunion, I should be sitting on a shelf keeping my lonely owner company in his victorian manor while he eats his dinner in front of the crackling fireplace on Christmas Eve.
ALTERHUMAN SLANG.
dont tell me you havenāt at least thought about it. Most if these are carnivorous mammal specific, but i will try to throw in some other kinds as well!!
Got on my back paws - got on my hands and knees. Like how animals can stand up as a trick.
ex: yeah, i really wanted that necklace, i had to get on my back legs so she would get it for me.
Showing fang - standing up for yourself/being assertive.
ex: heās really tough, but heāll show fang at just about anything.
White eye - going crazy/really scared. Like how animals show the whites of their eyes when very agitated.
ex: haha, i saw how scared you were during that movie, you went all white eye at the end!
Riptide Rider - (aquatic) someone who lives dangerously.
ex: stay away from her, sheās a riptide rider, youāre bound to get hurt.
Treetop chaser - (herbivorous) someone who chases unattainable things.
ex: theyāre way out of your league, donāt be a treetop chaser.
Cloudy day - (reptilian) usually used as a question, if someone is acting tired or unusual. Like how reptiles need the sun to stay warm, if itās cloudy, they canāt warm up.
ex: woah, cloudy day? You look like you havenāt slept in months.
Flock brain - (avian) someone who canāt think for themselves.
ex: ugh, sheās only hanging out with them now, sheās being a total flock brain.
A hummer with an eagle - (avian) someone who is clearly out of their depth.
ex: are you sure you can handle advanced classes? No offense, but youāll be a hummer with the eagles.
okay iāve had too much fun with this, please please PLEASE add on in the comments!!
Seeing many newcomers to the community I made A big list of useful age regression accounts and tags for anyone who is new and looking for safe and reliable accounts to kickstart their hobby. Also useful for littles just looking for more regression accounts(tho most of these are common). All of these are great for questions, support, ideas and over all positivity!
* hasnāt been active on Tumblr in 3 or more months but was still relivantĀ
Resource/Ideas blogs
@ageregressionresources
@puddings-little-coloring-book
@age-regression-ideas
@ageregression-advice*
@agere-mental-health-positivity
@littleonabudget*
@bunnibanners
@babybannerz
@bannerbakery
Little Communities
@cglre*
@liltotcommunity
@nsre*
@carereg*
@csreofficial
@carerxsmolreg
@agedre
@ageregressionsociety*
@fairytale-tots
@caregivertiny
@hogwarts4littles
SFW pacifier shops
@smolbeanboutique
@kayliesdreamyshop
@grumpypacifiers*
@babyspaces*
@littleplantpacifiers
@lilangelsboutique
@kitkittencrafts
Big Sibling blogs
@friendly-big-sis
@bigsisterpaca
@bigsisrainbowdeer
@bigsibpudding
@bigsibclumsybumbsy
@lovely-big-sibling
Caregiver Blogs
@softxcaregiver
@nephiliccarers
@sheepishcarer
@bear-momma
@daddywillprotectyou
@bigbunnybabysitter
@softsnailcarer
@educated-daddy-thoughts
@imabitcold
@smallcg
@me lol
Usable TagsĀ
#littlexspace
#cglre
#agere
#nsre
#liltot
#petre
#sfw caregiver
#cgxl
#dxlg
#mxlb
#toddlercore
#quietcore
#colourcore
#babycore
#agedre
#agedreaming
Hope this helps!
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