#sfw little asks

[itsy-bitsy-bby]

Do you wanna be baby with me and babble back and forth to each other?

[puppytodlr]

🥕Day 3: Your Favourite Kid’s Book 🐰

Peter rabbit!! I absolutely loved this book growing up

[v4mpiirew1tch]

he's trying not to be cringy abt it

[sleepystarb0y]

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Hi I was wondering if u cud do a Saint Bernard petre mood board? /nf !!

i lov saint bernards 🥺

[butterfwiesndinorawrs]

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🐻🌟 Ask Game: ABC Stuffie Edition! 🌟🐻

A. Which is your oldest stuffie?

B. Which is your newest stuffie?

C. Which is your most colorful stuffie?

D. Which is your least colorful stuffie?

E. Which is your smallest stuffie?

F. Which is your biggest stuffie?

G. Which stuffie is most unique and why?

H. Which stuffie has the most creative name and what is it?

I. Which stuffie has the longest name and what is it?

J. Which stuffie has the shortest name and what is it?

K. Which color do you have the most stuffies of?

L. Which color do you have the least stuffies of?

M. Which stuffie has been on the most adventures/playdates with you?

N. What type of stuffie do you have the most of?

O. Which stuffie is the most serious?

P. Which stuffie is the silliest?

Q. Which stuffie is the rarest?

R. Which stuffie is the strongest?

S. Which stuffie is the bravest?

T. Which stuffie is the best listener?

U. Which stuffie is the softest?

V. Which stuffie do you want but don't have yet?

W. What's your favorite way to play with your stuffies?

X. Which stuffie is a secret agent?

Y. Which stuffie is the most curious?

Z. What brands of stuffies are your favorite?

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[doe-eyed-dreamr]

[hannahbarberra162]

I was wondering if you could do an SFW Alpha!Marco x Omega!Reader ABO Drabble? I don’t know if you would do a soft power dynamic between the two, where Reader is under Marcos Division. They have a big fat crush on them but low-key refuse to acknowledge it until they’re stranded on an island together. Reader goes into heat and usually they would just power through it in their own or ask Tate for suppressants. However no one is available and Marcos the only one around that catches it before Reader gets hunkered down. He goes into Mother Hen mode cause, Y’know he’s their division commander and wants to make sure they’re okay, however reader gets flustered and it’s just angtsy sweetness

Soda licious, Nonnie. I absolutely love this idea….. I think I kept the gist of what you were looking for. Hope there’s enough angst for you <3

I’ve been thinking about a night nurse reader for a long time but didn’t know where to put her - I was originally going to pair her with Haruta… BUT

Imagine you’re an Omega in the First Division...

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“Tate, I don’t think I can stay on the ship anymore,” you lamented to your friend, tossing back another shot. It was Girl’s Night on the Moby, meaning you had a rare opportunity to spend some quality time with Tate. All the nurses were hanging out in the galley, which was closed off to the men of the crew. You enjoyed the monthly girls nights for the atmosphere and time spent with your friends and coworkers, especially your old friend Tate. As the night nurse, you didn’t see her much except for an hour a day when your shifts overlapped in the morning and evenings. Tate had hired you to run the infirmary at night so everyone else would feel secure enough to get a good night’s sleep.

You’d met Tate long ago, the two of you bonding in nursing school over a shared interest in helping those less fortunate. You’d become study buddies and had been friends ever since. Over the years as your lives had taken different turns you’d kept in touch, keeping each other up to date on the adventures you’d taken.

Not that you had been helping the unfortunate, it turns out you needed to take a regular job to earn a living. Before working for Whitebeard, you had been the ship nurse for Doflamingo. The gig had been alright but really boring as Doflamingo didn’t sail very often. Save for the few times a year he left for Warlord meetings, you spent most of your time on the ship doing nothing and waiting around. You didn’t renew your contract with the Warlord and were taking short term jobs at different hospitals when you’d gotten a letter from Tate inviting you to be the night nurse for the Whitebeard Pirates.

After interviewing with Tate and Marco, you accepted the unconventional job and you’d been with them ever since. It was interesting, fun, and there was always something going on with 1,000 wild pirates on board. In terms of clinical care, you enjoyed your work and found tending to the Emperor’s crew to be rewarding in its own way. You enjoyed interacting with Whitebeard, the old man reminding you of your own grandfather who you missed dearly. No, the problem wasn’t with the job or the crew, you thought to yourself.

“Why do you wanna leave me? I thought you liked it here,” Tate whined, grimacing as the bite from the vodka hit her throat. Tate wasn’t using a chaser, the two of you already a few drinks into the night. Not that it was a problem, you’d both given your livers quite the workout during nursing school.

“I do like it here, it’s a great job but -” you started, trying to break the news gently.

“It’s Marco, isn’t it? I knew it, I knew you liked him. You’ve got good taste, he’s a catch. You don't need to leave because of some crush," Tate said with a smirk, making you choke on the beer you were drinking between shots.  The Commander in charge of the First Division was...something else. He was smart, kind, charming, and an incredible doctor. His handsome smile disarmed you daily as you passed off the patient reports to him at shift change. He treated you like an equal, not like a lowly Beta nurse as you’d come to expect from Alpha doctors. His scent was amazing, better than anyone you’d ever been around before. And yes, you could admit to yourself that he was stunningly handsome. You weren’t sure what lucky star he’d been born under to make him such a perfect person. 

“No, it’s not that. I don't have a crush on him, I just don’t know if I can keep this up,” you said, motioning to your whole body.  Marco was one thing, but you’d worked with intelligent and sweet doctors before. No, the bigger issue was that you were an Omega. It was well known on the seas that Whitebeard didn’t allow Omegas onto his crew, not even among the nurses. He said that they caused nothing but trouble as their scents and heats would throw the crew into chaos. And so it had been…until you’d come around. Tate begged you, literally on her knees, to join the crew. She said there wasn’t anyone else she trusted to take care of the crew at night, that she couldn’t sleep at night over worry for the patients, that you were the only person who could fill the job. She said she’d keep suppressants secretly stocked on the ship and that no one would ever know. You thought it was a bad idea to disobey an Emperor’s command but the offer of working with Tate on the ship was too alluring to turn down.

Month over month you took the suppressants to dull your heat down to an unpleasant sensation similar to period cramps. It messed with your head sometimes but overall the medications were working. None of the many Alphas on board smelled your heats or tried to scent you and they treated you like any other Beta. It was kind of freeing in a way, not to be taken less seriously because of your designation. Omegas were thought to be flighty, vapid, and childish, even if it wasn’t true. You were finally getting a taste of what it would have been like to be born as something other than Omega and you'd been enjoying it.

The suppressants worked but the stress you felt every month was overwhelming. You didn’t want to have to answer to Marco in case they ever failed. You started having stress dreams about going into heat and someone finding out, the Captain making you walk the plank to your demise because you were an Omega. Knowing Whitebeard's personality you didn’t think it would happen but ultimately he was a powerful pirate who answered to no one. So even though you enjoyed the work, you didn’t think you’d renew your contract with Tate. You just couldn't take the stress of hiding your dynamic from Marco anymore.

“Oh, come on. No one knows and no one will ever know. The meds work just fine and besides I don’t think anyone would care at this point. You’ve saved me n’ Marco so much anxiety by being here that Whitebeard would make an exception for you,” Tate explained, already eyeing the bottle of vodka for another shot.

“I don’t know, I think it also does something to me. Y’know, avoiding…that for so long,” you said quietly, indicating your heat. Suppressants weren’t meant to be taken long term and you’d already been on them for six months, you needed to take a break or they’d stop working. You’d have to pay the piper and suffer through another heat. You didn’t know where you’d do it - you’d have to find some island far away from anyone on the ship that might know you. 

“Just do it on the next set of islands - there’s a huge city filled with all kinds of people on the main one but you can rent private cabins on the smaller surrounding islands. If you’re missing from the crew no one will notice with so many people and smells around. Rent a cabin room and find some rando to help you. I’ll cover for you, say you need a break from the crew if anyone asks,” Tate argued, filling your shot glasses again. You hummed, mulling over the idea in your head. It wasn’t a bad plan and you hadn’t had a break from work in months.

“Alright, that might work. Let’s think through the details tomorrow - after these SHOTS!” you finished with a whoop, causing the other nurses to woo their enthusiastic reply. You’d deal with all your Omega problems in the morning, it was time to have fun with your friends. 

A few days later you came around to Tate’s idea. The Moby docked at a densely populated island known for its nightlife and partying. Surrounding the main island were quieter islands known for their tranquility and privacy. No one was likely to find you during your leave, you’d booked a solo cabin on a small island. You were spending a ton of money on the cabin and you didn’t think the other crew would bother spending their hard earned wages on something that they couldn’t drink.

You were preparing to leave the ship, making sure your notes and reports were all finished when you felt someone looking over your shoulder. Glancing up, you saw the beautiful blue eyes of the First Division Commander and became flustered.

“Oh, h-hi. I’m just wrapping up, I have um - well, you know, you approved it -”

“Shore leave,” Marco finished your sentence with a lazy smile. He glanced down over your notes from his high vantage point and leaned over your shoulder. Your face burned with a flush as he took the pen from your hand and crossed out a word in your report and rewrote it from behind.

“You accidentally wrote carotid with two ‘r’s. I’m a stickler for spelling,” Marco said, putting the pen back in your hand. You hadn’t moved an inch, the heat and proximity of his body throwing your senses into overdrive. If Marco stayed for a moment longer you were going to combust from all the blood rushing to your face.

“Whatever perfume you’re wearing for your trip is becoming yoi,” Marco said with a tilt of his head and a smile, straightening up and walking away. You felt sweat dripping down your back from sudden stress- you weren’t wearing any perfume. You’d stopped your suppressants that day in anticipation of going into heat for the next few days but you hadn’t expected your scent to begin to come on so strongly so quickly.

“Uh, t-thank you Mar- Commander. Commander Marco,” you stammered, trying to end the conversation so you could get away from the ship full of Alphas.

“Just Marco is fine. I’ll be on shore leave too, maybe we can meet up for a drink?” His tone was calm but his eyes held a fire in them that you couldn’t identify.

“Ah, oh. Um, I’m gonna be busy, I have to - um…I’m busy,” you trailed off, not wanting to tell him the reason you’d declined. If he asked you a second time you felt like you’d fold immediately, telling him anything he could ever want to know about you. 

“Of course, maybe another time then yoi,” he said easily, unwinding his stethoscope from around his neck to continue working. 

“Y-yeah, another time,” you said, still blushing.

You practically threw your notes at Tate to get away from Marco as you left the infirmary that morning. Any other time you might have considered his offer to get a drink but today was not happening. You were already tired from working the night before and you still had a ways to go before you could rest. The urge to nest was building in you, you could hardly stand being on the dinghy to the island with the Alphas and Betas on the crew. It felt like it took an eternity to get from the ship to the little island with the cabin you’d rented. You were bursting with the need to arrange the clothes you’d brought with you as you disembarked on the tiny island. You were walking on the path to your cabin when a familiar bird landed on the dock of the island and transformed. You felt the blood drain out of your face as you ducked and tried to hide behind a tree from your Commander. It didn’t work as Marco spotted you right away and waved. Cursing in your head you couldn't think of a way to get rid of him without at least speaking to your boss.

He began walking over to you with a smile but it faltered into something more serious as he sniffed the air. Tilting his face and looking about, he quickly located what he was looking for - you. He walked briskly over to you in long strides, his brow furrowed as he continued to take deep breaths through his nose.

“Come along,” Marco said calmly like he was talking to an errant child, taking your forearm in his large hand. You bristled at the contact, hoping he was just smelling your stronger scent like in the morning, not reacting to you going into heat. Maybe he was just upset that you’d turned him down for a drink saying you were busy and found out you were alone on a vacation island instead. There was no way he should know you were going into heat this early, the suppressants should hold you over for a few hours until you had time to make your nest.

“W-wait, I need to get to my cabin, I rented -” you tried to object weakly.

“No, you’ll stay in mine, I rented the only other cabin on the island. It’s bigger and has better accommodations. I need a break from my siblings every now and again yoi. I didn’t expect you to be here - and going into heat,” Marco said with a pointed look as he pulled you towards the larger cabin. Your hopes were dashed along with your future - you hung your head as you continued to trail behind your Commander, tears falling unbidden down your cheeks. Finally reaching the little house, Marco opened the door and pushed you gently inside. When the door shut, your fingers itched to begin making your nest in the bedroom, wherever it was.

Marco was right, his cabin was way better than the one you had rented. It had two bedrooms, a full kitchen and a huge claw footed bathtub. You hadn’t had a bath since you’d joined the Whitebeard Pirates and the thought of soaking in hot water was enough to make you swoon. But you had to deal with Marco first, your Commander looking at you sternly as you set your bag on the floor.

“How long do you have until your heat comes on?” Marco asked with concern. He was standing in front of you as you studied the floor at his feet. You couldn’t make eye contact with him right now, it was too overwhelming. He was your boss, your Commander, and the only Alpha in the room and you didn’t want to make things worse.

“It’s supposed to come in about two to three hours,” you whispered. Marco tutted at you, wiping your tears off your cheek with his thumb.

“And what was your goal yoi? To have it here, alone on the island? What if another Alpha smelled your scent and tried to get to you? What if the pain became too unbearable and you suffered? Not a very good plan.” he said, chastising you gently while cupping your cheek. The heat building in you had you wanting to nuzzle into his hand but you were able to stop yourself - for now. You took a deep breath and held it to calm yourself down.

“I didn’t - wasn’t - I’ve been on suppressants,” you stated plainly, glad to be done lying to Marco. 

“I figured that out yoi. I won’t help you through it if you don’t want me to. But I’d like you to stay here where I can keep you safe. I would feel…neglectful if you were hurt during an unattended heat,” he said, stroking his fingers along your cheek.

“Because you’re my Commander?” you asked in a whisper.

“Something like that. Go on now, make your nest,” Marco replied, picking up your bag and handing it to you. You grabbed it with both arms, clutching it to your chest. What you really wanted was the shirt he was wearing and his sash - you needed it for your nest. Maybe you’d ask later but for now you were already ashamed enough at being caught lying to the Emperor and being caught going into heat by your boss. You didn't know what the punishment was going to be but your mind was already clouding with the heat. Scurrying along, you quickly found the bedroom and threw your clothes on the bed. You didn’t have much time before you were hit by the pain of heat onset, you had to hurry. 

You felt Marco watching you from the door frame as you stripped the bed of its blankets and pillows to move them around. Sniffing through the room, you tossed out the rank decorative pillows into the hallway.

“Do you need anything else? Any more linens?” Marco asked, still watching you.

“Ah, no. I think I brought enough,” you said, staring at his sash. Following your gaze, he removed his sash wordlessly and handed it to you with a soft smile. You flushed furiously but took the garment, barely able to stop yourself from putting it over your face to bask in the scent.

“And did you bring ibuprofen for when the pain starts?” Marco asked as you worked his sash into your half built nest.

“It doesn’t help much,” you said while arranging the sheets into a new formation. Marco hummed and continued to watch you. Having him observe your process was even more nerve wracking than it usually was to go into heat. Part of you wanted to tell him to leave but another part was preening for the Alpha in the room. Pushing off the wall, Marco walked towards you slowly. You watched him warily, putting down the shirt in your hands.

“What?” you asked suspiciously as he approached you.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to yell at you. I’m disappointed you hid the truth from me but now’s not the time for that discussion. We can talk it all through later. Tell me what you need, little Omega.”

You cleared your throat and looked up at the handsome doctor. He was watching you with concern, like you were something precious about to shatter. No one had helped you in so long, you'd been taking care of yourself for years. Maybe just this once you could depend on someone else, on someone you knew you could trust.

“I need you, Marco.”

[littles-blog-103]

Agere ask game!!

Please say who the question is too or if it's too all of us - 🌹

🧸- If you had a fictional caregiver/little who would it be?

⭐- How often do you regress?

🍄- What do you like to do when regressed?

🌈- What movie to you love to watch when regressed?

🍓- What is your favorite snack when regressed?

🍭- What are your favorite nicknames?

💖- What mythical creature would you be?

🍬- What is your favorite song when regressed?

☀️- What is your favorite little book?

🪐- Do you have any agere friends?

🪴- Is there any agere gear you want?

��- What is your hyperfix/special interest/interest when regressed?

💜- Have you ever regressed in public?

🌀- What is your favorite show to watch when regressed?

🌕- Are you a sleepy little, hyper little, or calm little?

🎉- Are you out to family and friends or just online?

🌠- Do you have a agere journal, If so what’s your favorite page?

[jacksdinonuggets]

Agere and Padded Agere Oc/Character Ask Game

Normal Agere Asks:

-What age range are they?

-do they have a caregiver?

-What's their favorite little item?

-Are they okay with babysitters? or do they not like them?

-Do they have a favorite animal?

-Is there anything about their regression that they don't like or are ashamed of?

-Is there anything they really like about their regression?

-Have they regressed in public?

-Do they have any positive triggers that make them small?

-Do they have any negative triggers that make them small?

-Do they prefer to watch shows or to use them as background noise when small?

-When did they start regressing?

-Has anyone been unsupportive of their littlespace?

Padded Little Asks:

-Does your character like being padded, or not?

-Do they prefer the term nappy, diaper, or diapy?

-Does anyone help change them?

-Have they ever felt ashamed for this comfort item?

-Do they use them for all accidents, only one, or do they not use them at all?

-When did they start wearing? Did someone need to tell them to wear or did they get them themselves.

-Do they prefer thicker or thinner diapers?

-Do they have a diaper bag?

-What do they put over their nappy? Pajama pants, a skirt, onesie, nothing?

-Do they need help remembering when to change?

-Have they ever worn when big?

-Do they prefer to forgot they have them, or do they prefer to know its there?

You guys can use these for your characters or OCs! Consider this an early holiday present.

[ask-mr-hugeface]

hello freaky :3 pls sfw headcanons for mr. hugeface cause pls and cause im too snowbunny to ask for nsfw :3

ooc: hi babe your wish is my command 😝

MR. HUGEFACE| SFW! HCS

warnings: stalking, harm, extreme jealousy, no privacy of mc, control, manipulation.. (hes just feeling a lil silly :3)

- Mr. Hugeface would be the type of person to ask Mr. Gap to bring frilly bright dresses or cute semi-formal clothes from the overworld to dress you up like his little doll.

- Mr. Hugeface would most definitely hate it when someone Mr. M@ch3t3 interrupts your playtime, quickly bringing his hand up and does not hesitate to try and smash said person.

- Mr. Hugeface would make you a new “doll house” or renovate it to your liking everytime you show signs that you dislike it, once again forcing Mr. Gap to bring him materials. On rare occasions, he might as well take a stroll by himself to show off the fact he actually showed effort in making you happy.

- Mr hugeface would probably pick up some plushie or at least what resembles a plushie from the ground and give it to you, saying he made himself.

- Mr. Hugeface would most definitely be the man to say “You know other guys?” When you say “You’re the most jealous man I’ve known.”

- Mr. Hugeface wouldn’t let you out of your dollhouse unless he’s gotten a satisfactory play time out of you (picking you up and throwing you around as if you’re invincible) and when he does, he’ll let you out just for a while.

- Mr. Hugeface would follow you around, making sure you don’t cause so much trouble or build relationships with “someone” (mr m@ch3t3) .

- Mr. Hugeface would most likely have bad anger issues. If you piss him off he’d probably grab you by your hair and keep you in the air until you beg him to put you down. If you try to resolve it through violence, he’ll drop you without hesitation, watching you scream in pain as your bones crack.

- Mr. Hugeface would take care of you after though. He’s not entirely heartless. You’re just a cute human for him to mess around with until he’s gotten bored of you. But due to his large size, he can’t really bandage you up so he tries his best to befriend Mr. Silvair.

- Mr. Hugeface would most likely put you in complete isolation for a few months before actually letting you experience being outside in a long, LONG time. Just so that you can rely on him, and him only.

- Since you live in a doll house, it seems like the house had been cut in half, meaning he can see you all the time without needing to peek through windows. And since monsters don’t sleep, he monitors you 24/7.

- He made the doll house too, so he made sure not to put anything harmless to hurt you or others. Oh, and the crowbar you found a while ago? Snapped and bent. Absolutely shriveled up and burnt.

- But that’s okay!! All you need is him. Just him, since you’re just a cute thing needed to be taken care of. Like a sweet, sweet piece of cotton candy threatening to be melted anytime by the scorching hot sun.

- He loves you and your figure, and he will definitely make sure you love him back.

[puppyeared]

truesona

[brain-rot-central]

This stems from an idea I had yesterday of Jaheira being Astarion's surrogate mom.

He and Tav just had a baby and she's being fussy. He's doing his best to swaddle her in a blanket to calm her down, but she begins crying louder the tighter he wraps the blanket.

Jaheira is watching his struggle from afar and comes over to assist. "What is the trouble, Astarion?"

"Ugh, I... I don't know!" He knits his eyebrows and clicks his tongue. "She's just been fed, she does not need to be changed. I cannot get her to stop crying!"

Jaheira chuckles and extends her hands toward the crying babe, Astarion stepping slightly out of the way. "Oh Astarion, you truly are just a boy." Astarion scowls as she watches Jaheira pick up his daughter, cradling her against her chest.

"I'm older than you, you know. Stop talking to me as if I'm your child." He places a hand on his hip and shifts his weight to one leg.

"Not by much," she retorts. Jaheira turns her attention toward the small child in her arms, turning her head to kiss the babe softly on the forehead. "My little cub, forgive your father," she says softly to the child. "He does not yet know you as Grandma Jaheira does." Jaheira stands in place, slowly bouncing on her knees to help rock the child to peace.

The babe coos in her arms, a tiny hand coming up to grasp the hem of Jaheira's shirt. She begins to settle, until all that can be heard are soft grunts. A smile graces Jaheira's face, and she returns your attention to Astarion.

He's staring at both his daughter and Jaheira, disbelief evident on his features by how quickly she was able to soothe the child. "How did you-"

"Babies are simply creatures, Astarion. There is no need to overcomplicate the matter." Jaheira adjusts the baby so she is laying across her shoulder, a hand coming up to cup the back of the small infant's head. She continues to bounce on her knees, rocking side to side. "They are only in need of two things, the first being food." She dips her head forward, "Tav takes care of that."

Astarion nods hesitantly and steps closer. "And what is the second thing?" he asks hesitantly.

"Love," she tells him. "Holding them against your chest is enough to help them feel secure."

Astarion shifts uneasily on his feet, casting his eyes toward the floor. "Jaheira, I-" he starts but his voice trails off into a soft whisper. "You do realize that my heart... stopped, long ago." Jaheira nods. "And that my skin is... cold, yes?"

Jaheira nods again. "I do, little vampire. Though I have faith that she knows your scent well enough." Jaheira shifts to cradle the babe in her arms again, extending them slightly toward Astarion. "Here, come hold her as I am."

"Jaheira, I-I don't think she accepts me," Astarion protests as Jaheira places the babe within his arms. He looks down at the child in his arms, and sees her beginning to become uneasy again.

"Lay her across your shoulder, so that she may breathe in your scent." Jaheira aids in adjusting the child into position against Astarion's chest.

The babe's face rests near the nape of his neck, and he feels the infant begin to settle. He closes his eyes and raises a hand to cup the back of the child's head, resting his cheek against her forehead. He sighs heavily in relief.

"See? She is quite pleased," Jaheira tells him with a smile. "Believe me, Astarion, she knows who her father is. And she loves him just as much as he loves her."

The child coos softly in his arms and he meets Jaheira's gaze. "Thank you, Jaheira," he says.

The druid waves a hand toward him. "Anytime, Astarion. Please, I'm more than happy to help you and Tav with the little one."

[butterfwiesndinorawrs]

Happy Time Ask Game

😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡

1. What is one of your happiest memories?

2. Which stuffie buddy makes you feel most loved?

3. What article of clothing makes you feel all nice and cozy?

4. Which TV show is your happy show?

5. Which movie is your happy movie?

6. What animal makes you giggle?

7. Where is your happy place?

8. What colors makes you light up?

9. What flavor is your favorite?

10. What is your comfort food?

11. Who is your happy person?

12. What never fails to make you smile?

13. What made you laugh the hardest?

14. What sound do your ears love to hear the most?

15. What texture is your favorite to touch?

16. What book is your favorite escape?

17. What would your perfect day look like?

18. What is your favorite way to express yourself creatively?

19. Who is your favorite character of all time?

20. What is the silliest thing you can think of?

21. Who do you think would win the best laugh competition?

22. What song makes you get up and dance?

23. What are some of the simple things in life that bring you joy?

24. What is your favorite way to play or have fun?

25. What was the funniest thing that happened this week?

26. If you could travel anywhere where would you go and why?

27. If you could design a new toy, what would it be and how would it work?

28. If one of your toys could come to life who would you choose and what adventure would you go on with them?

29. If you could ask any Disney princess anything who would you ask and what would your question be?

30. What is the best way to make people laugh?

😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡🌻😁🧡

[sleepystarb0y]

hiii can you maybe do a moodboard with puppies please :3c many like cuddling and playing with each other and just like puppy behavior thank you :]]

hehehehe i can indeed!

[asher-agere]

For the ask game:

🦄🎡🔥🌷 :3

No pressure to answer any of them! I wish you a lovely time zone ^^

YAY ASK GAME. Also “I wish you a lovely time zone” is my new favorite way of saying that-

🦄 - What animal do you have the most plushies of?

Last time I was asked this I just guessed- But this time is for real! The winner is… My cat plushies! I have 10.5 (One is half unicorn…). I thought dogs would win cause of my Cinnamoroll obsession but I only have 8 :0

🎡 - What’s something nostalgic you do when regressed?

Honestly a lot of regression for me is about making a new childhood rather than reliving my own! Howeverrrr I’ve always loved to play with Legos! My dad loved Legos hehe so I’ve been playing with them since like birth

🔥 - Babble about someone you really love!

Hehehe… My time has come…

@sasha-romeave IS THE BEST CAREGIVER AND LITTLE BABY AND SHE’S SO MUCH FUN AND SO AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH. SHE DESERVES ALL OF MY LOVE EVER

@babyniigo BEST BIG SIS EVER. GENUINELY MY FAVORITE BLOG EVER AND THE FIRST PERSON I FOLLOWED (Not counting my friends who helped me learn to use tumblr-)

@twinypwupy BEST SIBBY EVER. I’m not in the fandom they post for a lot, which is sad BUT THEIR POSTS ALWAYS LOOK SO SO PRETTY AND THEY’RE SOO MUCH FUN TO TALK TO GUYS

@sunny-silly AHH SUNNY. LOVE YOU SO MUCH. THEY ARE SO SO FUN TO TALK TO. I LOVE GETTING TO SHARE MY IDEAS ABOUT CHARACTERS NOT MANY PEOPLE KNOW, AND SUNNY CAN ADD TO MY IDEAS. AND LIKES MY IDEAS. AND WE SEEM TO ENJOY SIMILAR THINGS AND IT MAKES THEM SO SO AMAZING TO TALK TO

@starb4byy MY NEW RP PARTNER. THEY WRITE SUCH BEAUTIFUL AMAZING WONDERFUL WORDS AND THEY’RE SO SO CONSIDERATE AND GIVE THE BEST COMPLIMENTS

🌷 - When/why did you start regressing?

I started regressing around 2 years ago! Give or take a couple months. I started regressing because I realized. Hey! I remember like 10% of my childhood! And I feel miserable! What if I just. Y’know. Tried again? Then I’ve been hooked! I did stop for like 6 months after losing a caregiver though, definitely a low point-

YAY I FINALLY GOT TO BABBLE ABOUT PEOPLE I LOVE. I love each and every one of you! Those 5 are just like the ones I interact with most, they’re in no specific order, except for my caregiver who’s obviously in first place! Sorry guys but no competition there

[gothghostiie]

cg graves cg graves cg graves I beg

more cg graves!!

cw: age regression

sitting on the ground between his legs because he wants to keep you close; and if not on his lap this is the next best thing. you're coloring while there's a cartoon in the background, sucking on your pacifier while hes patting your hair gently, watching you. asking him to pick a color every now and then. but of course he's not allowed to look yet because the drawing is a surprise!!

so when you shoo him he instead gets up and gets your snack ready for snack time - after all growing little angels need their snackies, according to him - bringing it on your favourite snack plate along with a sippy cup with water and a juice box. he puts them down next to you on the coffee table where the drawing is finally ready, so you tug on his pant leg to make him crouch down. "yes darlin'?" he asks gently, his eyes lighting up when you hand him the drawing. "thats so good honey! you're so good at drawing arent you? thank you." hes so genuinely proud if you, kissing your head before sitting back down and letting you have your snack while you watch the cartoon, all while he's smiling like an idiot because his baby drew something for him.