I like making icon edits/wallpapers and sometimes headcanons and maybe some coloring pages I've finished. I'm also making dni banners, mood boards and stim boards.
I would really appreciate the use of tone tags when speaking to me and maybe commenting if it's not to much to ask please but you don't have to if you don't want to.
About me my pronouns are he/him I'm 24 years old.
All my post are always sfw but I will put a trigger warning on the post in tags.
my icons are free to use btw just like and/or reblog if you use or save please.
I feel like dnis are useless cause people don't listen to them but I'd prefer if you don't interact if you are anti agere or if you post/cross tag with k*nk communities or if you are pr*sh*p other than that just general dni stuff so no bigots.
If I ever decide to take requests I will update this post and make a separate post asking for requests.
Alrighty folks!! Here is a little adopt raffle with a design decided upon by this poll ! Make sure to read the rules and TOS below before you enter and good luck ! I can't wait to give this little guy a home :3
Rules:
You must be following me to enter.
You must adhere to all my DNI to enter.
I will not allow blank / empty blogs to participate.
I know I can't super enforce this, but please only use one blog to enter if possible. (side-blogs are obviously a little different so theres wiggle room there i get the struggle but using one blog makes things easier for me)
T.O.S.
You will have rights to this design, with the exception of using it commercially. You do not have permission to use this design on commercial items. You also cannot claim that you created the design or the art.
You do not have my permission to use it in any form of gen-AI training or generate any AI images using this design. But my DNI includes gen-AI users so you shouldn't be participating anyways.
The winner of the raffle receive a non-blurry version of the image above without the big raffle watermark on it through DMs.
How to Enter:
You must be following me. (see above)
Comment below why you want the design and what you plan on doing with him! (story, name, ideas, etc.)
Reblog for an extra entry! (1 reblog per person for 1 extra entry) - you must have also commented
CLOSES APR. 30 2026 ; Winners will be announced afterwards.
Likes are appreciated but not needed for the raffle :) Thank you all for the support!
Also psssst you should totally come and follow me over on art fight my usernames Unscripted_Artist and I’m going to absolutely go ham this year for uploading new oc’s and attacks >:3
and that's all I have to say. well, no it isn't really. I do want to say that in an attempt to actually pursue my passions instead of second-guessing myself, I am starting a little craftivism project where I make embroidered pieces with wildlife/animal activism themes. I hope that I can change even one person's mind with them.
he was my fictional cg even before i knew what a fictional cg was😭
☀️headcanons☀️:
calls you his little sun, takes you on every errand with him, takes you to work on slow work days, slow saturday mornings, great cook, very supportive, cuddly tv time with him and his pokemon, takes you on adventures to the beach and hiking, very energetic, has pokemon battles with you and loves picking you up<3
(this is my first moodboard so apologies its bad and cluttered but id love to take requests!!)
[DNI Banner says: SFW interaction only! DNI if: nsfw/kink, ddlg/varients, anti-lgbtq+, anti endo]
sometimes you need a little help when things get rough. sometimes that means everyone comes together to give a little extra attention. one helps get you going in the morning, another comes by to help get cleaned up, and it goes on from there. there's no pressure, no irritation. just some extra love and care.
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how many days in a row had it been? to tell the truth, they'd all started to blend together into a mush of feeling gray, tired and drained, and like every effort was just too much. you'd spent yesterday in bed, only getting up for maybe something to eat or to use the bathroom. mostly, it had just been sleep or waiting for the day to sludge by.
today would probably be more of the same.
"wakey wakey, kiddo."
you groaned and curled away from the hand shaking your shoulder, pressing your face into the pillow. you didn't want to wakey wakey. you wanted to stay here forever and not face the sludge of the day.
"c'mon, little bro. we're working on getting some brunch up, but i've got the job of wrangling a bath," the voice comes again, warm and teasing. you're about to groan or ignore him further, but before you can, he scoops you up out of bed. you yelp as your blanket falls onto the bed, one of your older brothers spinning you around in his arms.
"c'mon, here we go," he says with a sneaky grin, "i already drenched one of our brothers with a water gun from the bath. you really going to make me have to put away the bath crayons and bath bomb?" he carries you out of your bedroom into the hall where you can catch the faintest smell of hashbrowns cooking. despite hauling you up into his arms and making a joke about throwing you like a football, it's hard to ignore that he's making an effort to carry you carefully.
"bath all set up and warm. we got bubbles, we got crayons to draw on the walls with, and we got-" he pauses dramatically as he sets you down before pulling a robot shaped bath bomb out of a drawer. your favorite towel is hanging on the towel rack and you can see the bucket of bath toys floating in a ridiculous amount of bubbles. "alright. i gotta go help make sure the two cooking don't burn kitchen down. someone will be by in just a mo' with some clothes for after your bath, right?"
sure enough, you barely even have time to half-heartedly fumble with your clothes before one of your other brothers is slipping in and closing the bathroom door behind him. he holds up two messily folded bundles of clothes before setting them on the sink.
"you get the choice of jammies or cozy clothes, bro," he says. he offers you a reassuring smile before sitting on the closed toilet seat and holding out a hand. "you want some help getting into the bath?" when you nod, he reaches out to give a quick squeeze of a hug and ruffle your hair before helping with what you're comfortable with. once you're settled in the tub, he pulls up a short cartoon episode for the two of you to watch. "play first," he whispers sneakily, "we can wash your hair in a moment."
when the bubbles have gone and the water is starting to cool, your brother reaches out to refresh the water. he kneels down and hands you a little towel to help protect your eyes. "i bet i can do this without any soap in your face. i know i'm the best," he boasts, grinning when you roll your eyes at him. the cartoon continues playing in the background as he helps you scrub the shampoo into your hair, being careful to not be too rough. after a few rinses, he deems you all clean and helps you out of the tub.
"i thought you were supposed to be the one in the bath, kiddo." he glances down at his damp shirt and the smudge of bath crayon on his arm before bundling you in your towel. before you can even start to apologize and feel bad, he's scooped up a few surviving bubbles and smeared them across your forehead. "like simba," he says, pretending to be very serious.
he helps you dry off and get dressed, letting you pick between the jammies or the cozy clothes. he kneels down and lets you use his shoulders to support you as you step into the pants before offering a piggyback into the kitchen.
"dude, his shirts on backwards."
you feel a hand on your back, a comforting weight. you glance over to see your older sister who gives you a smile in return before rubbing your back. the brother carrying you pauses and sets you down in the kitchen before quickly adjusting your shirt. "everyone's a critic," he whispers to you. your older sister rolls her eyes and flicks his ear, much to his complaint.
"we got all sorts of stuff for this morning! we got a bit carried away, so we can save some stuff for snack later on. maybe we'll do breakfast for dinner too, if you want." she says, leading you over to your seat. she and your third older brother have already finished setting the table for the six of you. you have your favorite plate and cup, as well as your favorite juice. the table has quite a few plates on it, several of your favorites prepped and ready alongside brunch classics.
it all feels a bit overwhelming all of a sudden.
you slump into your chair and put your head down on the table, feeling your stomach twist as the room quiets. the brother who had been helping cook sits beside you, patting your back as the others settle into their chairs and quietly chat amongst themselves. there's no pressure to join in. just company and food. eventually, you sit up and reach for your cup.
movies, cartoons, video games, weekend plans, and all sorts of other things are the topic of the relaxed brunch. you pipe up a few times, but are mostly content to just stay close to your brother and snack on a few favorites.
brunch is cleaned up and the leftovers saved for later. you join your last brother on the couch with your favorite stuffed animal. he ruffles your hair and grins, holding up the game controller. "think you can be player two? we've got lego star wars or you can pick another game. you pick, we'll play."
you make your choice and that's where the rest of the morning goes. sometimes you both play, sometimes he plays while you watch, and sometimes you play while he watches. the rest of them filter in and out of the living room, staying for a level or two or bringing a snack or drink.
the afternoon goes similarly. they make it clear that they're there to listen if you want to share, and that you can come to any or all of them at any time. "it's pretty hard to be an older sibling without a little sibling," one jokes while the others groan. despite the joke and the groan, it's clear that they mean it. they'll do their best to help you wherever they can and with whatever you need.
A reminder that sadly age regression as a whole is and will likely always be see as a “weird taboo” thing to others.
So dunking on other regressors for using / needing padding to feel superior or “less cringe”isn’t cool at all. Many disabled regressors also use them medically and need them, excluding and shaming those within our community isn’t okay!
there’s a big difference between having your own valid preferences and boundaries, and behaving borderline ableist and cruel towards your fellow regressors.
ღ Fallen Angel Caregiver flags for caregivers who have a special interest, feel a connection to, find comfort in, or identify with fallen angels in any shape or form (please reblog if you save)!
A flag for littles who’s regression feels angelic, pure, and involves themes of angels, puppys and soft colors. Angelpup littles may enjoy nicknames like Angel, puppy, pup angelface, little angel/pup or other similar names.
Angel-pup littles may also experience a euphoric feeling when regressing. almost as if they’re floating on soft fluffy clouds ☁️
Angel-pup littles may also enjoy the concept of having ears, a tail or angel wings 🐾🦴🌟💫🌠
Small TW- mentioned of blood and a small open wound
Summary- Caine loses his first tooth and that goes as smoothly as you can imagine
I don’t proof read my things so if there are spelling mistakes no there isn’t.
Caine rubbed at his bottom gum, hissing slightly as he did. Today, while playing one of his favourite games, ‘see which human objects are edible and which ones are not,’ he had bitten down on an apple, and that had caused one of his teeth to become wiggly. At first, Caine didn't think too much of it, but throughout the day, he would catch himself absentmindedly messing with the tooth. Now it hurt, and was more loosened than before. This worried him, but he didn't have much time to dwell on the worry because he was met with a wall to the face. Groaning, he backed away from the wall. He froze when he heard a small ‘clink’ noise followed by the feeling of something wet dripping from his lower gum. Slowly, he looked down. Seeing the space in his gums was horrifying, the blood pooling in the small area and gushing out. But what made his stomach really start to do flips was the large white tooth on the ground. There was a moment of silence, then he began to scream. He quickly snatched the tooth off the ground. He attempted to put it back, but not only did that hurt, but it also wouldn't stay in place.
Caine was panicking, a hand over the vacant area in his teeth while the other held the tooth in an iron fist. He quickly looked around, thinking of what he should do, before he remembered. Snapping his fingers, he found himself in Kinger’s fort. In the corner, sitting atop pillows and blankets, were Queenie and Kinger. Queenie was held in Kinger's arms, the two looking at peace with their eyes closed. Queenie must have sensed his presence because she opened an eye and looked over at him. She went to greet him but quickly assessed him and frowned.
“Hey bug, what's wrong?” Caine couldn't hold back his tears, quickly rushing over to them.
“Mama! Papa!” He cried, quickly moving to be between the two. Kinger opened his eyes and looked down.
“Whoa whoa! Coming in hot, June bug!” he moved slightly to make room for the boy. Caine turned to look at them, his hand moving so they could see the missing tooth.
“IM DYING!” He sobbed. There was silence before Kinger let out a small chuckle.
“IT'S NOT FUNNY!!” Caine screeched, clutching onto Queenie's robe in fear. Gently, she shushed him, patting the top of his head, shooting a small look to her husband which caused him to quiet down quickly.
“Honey, you're ok! I can promise you that you're not dying,” She consoled gently. Kinger cleared his throat.
“Yeah! Human children lose their teeth all the time.” This new information helped Caine calm down a little. He sniffled, pushing his head against Queenie’s shoulder.
“Really..?” He asked, looking at Kinger.
“I promise.” Queenie gently took the tooth from Caine's hand, looking at it before handing it to Kinger, who hummed.
“You think the tooth fairy will give him triple for the size?” He joked to his wife, and she giggled softly.
“Wha’sa tooth fairy?” Caine asked, and both Queenie and Kinger looked at each other.
“Well, when you lose a tooth, if you put it under your pillow, the tooth fairy will take it whilst your sleeping and give you money for it,” Kinger explained, a finger finding its way under where his chin would be if he had one. Queenie nodded her head, and Caine hummed.
“Bu’ I don sleep.” Queenie laughed softly.
“You sleep a lot, Honeybee.” She informed him softly.
“Why does she wan’ m’ teeth?” Kinger and Queenie looked at each other again.
“Uhh… To build her castle…” Kinger answered slowly, Queenie giving him a thumbs up when Caine wasn't looking.
“Can m’ sleep and she come now?” Kinger laughed gently.
“That's a great idea.” Queenie reached down and pulled one of the many blankets over them. She handed Caine the tooth, which he quickly shoved under the pillow that was under him. Kinger and Queenie moved so that the two held Caine close.
The next morning, Caine would awake to a large golden coin under his pillow. Kinger and Queenie praised him for how much she had given him.
🧸Stuffie CG, of whatever their little one's favorite animal is!
💭Sleepy little who wears pjs to match whatever their comfy CG is.
🦁Stuffie CG who never gets flat, no matter how much they are held and slept on by little one.
🍼Sleepy little who likes to pat their CGs tummy, like a big pillow, before lying their head down.
🦋Stuffie CG who is super duper big, and can swaddle tiny so much! Or, is so super tiny, so baby can take them wherever.
✨Sleepy little who can't nap well unless they're with CG, in their arms or their head on their CG.
🦊Stuffie CG who has soft little squeakers in their paws! Baby can play with them, until they doze right off.
🌙Sleepy little who knows all the facts about what their beloved CG is.
🐰Stuffie CG has a pocket on their tummy, to keep all of little one's safe things stored.
☁️Sleepy little who calls their CG "Teddy/Doggie/Foxie/whatever animal they are!"
🦕Stuffie CG who calls tiny, "tiny doll", "plushie", "carebear", and more!
💤Sleepy little who feels safest when wrapped in the comfy arms of their CG; nowhere else is softer, or safer.
Finished with this one! I hope the anon who requested likes it, and I love this one! You can imagine the CG as a real plushie, or as a person/type of CG, and I hope it's so comfy and nice for you all. Please enjoy! Dividers by @thecutestgrotto and @plusie.
