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salutethesargeant · 6 months ago

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A Mess It Grows - LS18, OP81

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Oscar Piastri (Maplescotch)

Summary: Following Lando's win at Miami, an insecure Oscar heads to his hotel room to regress. One of his boyfriends follows suit to comfort him the only way they know how.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, kink themes (petplay/animal play), sfw intimacy, hurt/comfort, mentions of polyamory, use of pet names

A/N: Crosspost of my fic from my ao3 (inlovingmemory) and also my first fic here. Maplescotch is such an underrated ship and one of the few I would actually die for. (Mainly bc I'm a sucker for ships only I care about) Enjoy.

The checkered flag waved as crowds clad in orange and black began their frantic frenzy. 8 seconds ahead of the 3-times World Champion, for several laps. The rows upon rows of fans under the Florida sun were livid at the sight. Could it really be? A car the color of papaya-orange crossed the finish line for the first time since 2021. But an Australian wasn't the winner. Not this time.

No, that Australian was at Toro Rosso now. AlphaTauri. RB. Whatever they were called, it wasn't Red Bull or McLaren. He was stuck situated behind a Sauber and would likely be his same, bitter, old self after the race.

Yet, there was one Australian today who got the shorter end of that stick. One younger, yet dressed in the same ol' familiar orange and black. Bright, exhausting orange like his car. The one cameras paid no focus on: Oscar Piastri. Driver for McLaren, Alpine survivor, and 2 seasons into F1. Drove his car off for podium place until Carlos collided his Ferrari into the papaya boy.

Front wing damage. No penalty. Late leaving the pit stop from repairs. Forcibly having to settle for 13th place with no points. Losing his place late in the race while Lando was having the time of his life.

Oh yes, Lando. Lando Norris.

There's not much the Aussie could say about the Brit. They were teammates, they were competitors. Nothing more, nothing less than that. They got along, admittedly, only because Oscar knew they had to.

Being at Alpine years ago, he witnessed the opposite firsthand. His long-term boyfriend, Esteban Ocon, had been the subject of several cutthroat backtalk and altercations involving fellow Frenchman Pierre Gasly. Sly remarks full of snark and internal gossip with mean looks, or full on fights in private. It would get nasty, almost catfight-ish. All Oscar could do was sit back and watch like a child of divorce, until he'd have to later comfort and ice Ocon's bruises.

The Aussie knew any teammate relationship could turn sour like theirs at any time. No matter how long or how deep their bond went, a budding rose always came to grow thorns. He's seen the contempt boil and bubble, masked behind the Frenchmens' PR-fueled, artificial smiles for social media. Pierre's faux-friendliness on and off-camera had targeted him too, coming from someone who desperately wanted to lure the young driver in despite knowing Esteban's warnings. Even the most enticing of snakes prepped their fangs.

But Lando wasn't like that.

Atleast, that's what Oscar hoped. Since switching his colors from Alpine's sugary, teeth-rotting, cotton candy-esque light blue and pink to a more vivid orange, the relationship between the two Anglophones had since been short of amiable. Sure, maybe they weren't constantly at eachother's throats - and maybe Oscar should've been grateful for that - but they weren't the best of friends either. Or friends at all. An air of stillness had settled between them since they first met in the same garage over a year ago, growing like a thick fog.

McLaren and F1's social media could paint the papaya pair like two peas in an overwhelmingly positive pod as much as they wanted, but all it did was make them look good. Good. Marketable. Two young drivers ready to take on the whole grid, overwhelmingly clad in black and orange. A World Champion-in-the-making and a former rookie who seemingly locked together like two puzzle pieces. Landoscar, the fans called it. Soulmates, everyone viewed it.

If it were that easy, maybe Oscar would already be attached to the hip of the Brit. Maybe Lando - for how much he flaunted his shamelessly hedonistic lifestyle as if it were his sole personality trait and thought inside that hollow head of his - would atleast make the effort to include and invite him to stuff once in a while. It's not like Oscar was begging to go to his teammate's pretentious parties across Europe, full of high-class randoms several leagues above him. Full of people he didn't know nor could care less about him or his relationships. Instead, Oscar usually kept quiet, only bothering to smile and make small talk when McLaren needed them to. Even when the cameras weren't rolling, it was never like he asked the Brit time and time again to be besties, although sometimes he wish he did.

Lando wouldn't have to pretend to reach out to him after their social media shoots, pretending to be interested in him and his life. The Aussie knew deep down his teammate, for how dull he proudly was, was playing the same games he was, tricking the media and inadvertently, Oscar aswell. People already thought they were the "bestest" of teammates compared to the other, far more infamous pairs on the grid. The thought made Oscar shiver.

Even his boyfriends, despite the bias against them, were never the subject of tabloids as much as the Brit was. If anything, his two lovers being disliked helped keep their relationship out of the spotlight - yet it only made the vipers of paparazzi focus solely on Lando and Oscar. Labeled as 'friends', an 'ideal couple,' despite the younger man already having special people (who were also on the grid) in his life. But God help him for actually thinking journalists payed attention to what was true.

Maybe he wouldn't be constantly compared to Lando - more than he already was - if they actually were good friends like the news said. Oscar was just a former rookie in the eyes of his team and the media, but Lando was a proven, soon-to-be World Champion. Every step he took, praise followed like a trail of gold. His own red carpet. Even the cameras were too bright, Oscar was almost blinded despite how far he was shoved out their view.

In regards to the times where he, or perhaps where McLaren allowed him to, shone, he was restricted to playing 2nd. Times where he could've helped the team gain points were never considered when they focused on his tanner teammate to earn another podium. Oscar would have to stick towards the back end of the race, feeling too insecure to look at his manager in the eye in the garage. A disgustingly sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that he'd grown familiar with. And as he predicted, this strategy (or lack thereof) happened again today.

Except Lando was a race winner now.

The heat of the Miami sun rested upon Oscar's back as he begrudgingly exited the cockpit, his fireproofs and suit on fire as he ripped off his helmet. What a horrible race that was, just his luck to go from top 4 to being the loser in a challenge with Carlos. The Spaniard seemed to collide with him, giving him damage to his front wing as he'd end up losing his place. Sure, he was able to get back in the race and set the fastest lap so he'd gain something out of it, even if it was to just end up behind an Alpine and out of points territory. But it didn't really mean anything when he had his race ruined and McLaren couldn't care less about him.

From where he currently was in the garage, God Save The King blared in the distance, like a thought he couldn't truly escape. If he were a little more patriotic, he'd find it nauseating. But even if he wasn't, it still was. Everywhere he went, it seemed to remind him that he'd never be good enough. He'd never be like him in their eyes, only a liability. Feeling sick again, Oscar ran and tried finding the nearest bathroom, far from the McLaren garage. Far from the podium. He couldn't bear to deal with the strategists and members of the team crowding his way right now.

It was his day. Lando's day. It always was.

Stood proud on the podium were the same three that usually stood there: a McLaren, a Red Bull, and a Ferrari. A Brit, a Dutchman. and a Monegasque. The sun's golden glare made them looked blessed, like a trio of angels. Oscar couldn't bother to look from behind his back, ignoring the barrage and sea of voices and lights blinding and deafening him if he did. But they weren't for him, not all of them. It didn't matter. The spotlight was focused on something - rather, someone - else, and he needed to leave. Fast and unbothered. His hotel couldn't have been that far from the track, especially when he was sure some of the other drivers were headed their way there also after the race ended.

Especially the two he knew, who he shared a room with. Who he always shared hotel rooms with, discretely under the guise of being a "group of best friends." Whatever people thought, Oscar needed them. Particularly in this moment, when his head began to feel too heavy for him to support himself. When he needed to be away from the masses and fall into a special sort of headspace only they knew about, behind closed doors. Those special, intimate moments.

After having to do some careful finding in the garage and stripping of his fireproofs, Oscar grabbed his phone and immediately went to his contacts. He's changed enough out of his race suit and back to regular McLaren merch that he could sneak back out to the paddock. In such a fast amount of time too, seeing how the rest of the papaya crew was still too focused on throwing Lando around. Then again, Oscar was rushing in a hurry and practically gone ghost once he situated his cap.

Most of the drivers on the grid stayed at the same hotel for certain races, their team executives booking them months in advance. They were never usually that far from the track or paddock either, for the teams convienence. Such was the case for Miami, where Oscar currently padded open the resort's luxerious doors in an urgent manner. Did McLaren need him right now? Probably, if Lando's win got boring to rub in. Would Oscar head back to attend? Nope.

As the Aussie went to dial the number labelled, "Lancey," in a strike of coincidence, life decided to serve itself to him for once. Meeting eye to eye with the Canadian again off track, the taller male's expression went from one of surprise to worry. The concern seemed to rub off the younger man, as evident by how Lance was able to pick up on it quickly.

"Osc, what are ya' doing here? Shouldn't you be at McLaren's garage?"

Nothing. No response. All he received was a big, brown-eyed stare from his dark brown eyes into his. Lance's worry seemed to grow tenfold at his boyfriend's out-of-character silence. Something must've been really wrong, his race must've gone pretty bad. Lance knew his wasn't great either, but Oscar handled his more deeply.

The Canadian looked down with his own dark eyes, reflecting a vulnerable Oscar in them like a mirror. His voice almost cracked, bringing a hand to grip his tightly as he pulled them towards the elevator. Oscar wasn't even aware that the button for their floor was clicked, and soon they were off.

"I'll- I'll need to phone Esteban as soon as possible, tell him he needs to come back immediately. He's—" Lance's voice trembled, as if he had something stuck in his throat. This ride was taking too long, goosebumps forming on skin from pure nervousness.

Seemingly noticing, Oscar rubbed his head of fluffy peanut-brown hair against his side. He looked up into the eyes of his boyfriend, and felt the Canadian's nerves rapidly calm down. Realizing what kind of care Oscar needed now, the taller man spoke again, this time much more clearly.

"Esteban, right. Este is uhm, busy with Fernando right now. He'll be back soon, hopefully with some food. But I might need him to come quicker, especially since you're going into err—" Oscar pawed at Lance's sweater, cutting his train of thought off again. Feeling concerned yet a little more relaxed now, he laughed. Their elevator had reached their floor. Lance heard Oscar whine a little at how hard he gripped the Aussie's hand while walking over to their room door.

"Pupspace." A smile bright as the morning sun spread on his features. Oscar's followed as he laid put on the velvet floor, restlessly pawing at his feet.

He would've preferred if he had brought a leash to Aston Martin's garage, or perhaps if Esteban did to Alpine's. It would've made his job a lot easier, yet it's not like he could've predicted Oscar would regress this soon. Or this severe. Or Nando potentially finding it on accident. That would've been one hell of an embarrassing talk.

After some fumbling with the lock of the hotel door and Lance's strangely large quantity of keys, the door finally let loose. The Montrealer squatted down near the Australian, exchanging a gentle glance and offering his hand to help him back up to his feet, although only to walk him inside. Oscar's weight felt like a bag of thick rice, needing all of Lance's support to be carried inside as if he couldn't use his legs anymore. Granted, that was because he couldn't. He wasn't "grown" enough to do so currently.

The lights of their hotel room were turned down low, a nice warm orange coating everything. Enough time had passed that the Miami sun had begun to set, its luminous colors bleeding through the large glass windows and fine curtains as it dipped into the horizon. The sight almost made Lance sleepy, almost falling into a drowsy state before realizing he was carrying someone much sleepier already.

Setting Oscar aside on the nearest couch, he kept his head up as the Aussie looked at him with pleading eyes. Wanting warmth and attention now that they were behind closed doors, he whined again, in a higher pitch than last time. Lance couldn't help but chuckle, hands on his hips as he returned some sass.

"Alright alrighty, Butterscotch. I'm trying to be fast for ya, but you're asking quite a lot!" The mahogany of the Canadian's lively eyes reflected back onto Oscar's, who couldn't help his cheeks grow pink like bushes of roses. The younger man watched from his place, sat on the couch, as Lance looked around their temporary living space for a few moments. Almost urgently so.

When finished, he had a familiar leather collar wrapped in his hands. Oscar's eyes went wide at the sight. Unable to keep his excitement down, he reached his thin paws out in a 'grabby' motion and yelped. Yip yapping away. Another laugh escaped Lance, who rested a rough hand on Oscar's shoulder. "Who knew Esteban and I had such a needy, impatient puppy..."

"But I shouldn't mock you this much, especially when ya need this more than me right now." Despite his outward manner and physique compared to the Aussie, the Quebecker's hands were quite gentle as he began wrapping the accessory around his partner's neck. Oscar, of course, stayed still and soaked in the attention like a sponge. Feeling the black and orange-accented leather lock into place and hearing his name tag (which simply read: "OP31, replies to 'Oscar' or 'Butterscotch.' If found, return to Stroll or Ocon.") jingle, he finally relaxed. The bad thoughts from earlier were beginning to drain out.

Not bothering to change either of them out of their team merch, Lance pulled his pet into his grip with one arm. Oscar fell immediately into his chest, pawing at it before circling around to settle himself down more comfortably. Lance gazed down, petting the fluffy caramel-brown hair between his fingers as he pressed a kiss on the Australian's nose bridge.

"You're a good boy, Osc. A good pup." Lance paused, looking away from the chocolately love in Oscar's eyes to his own fingers. Fidgeting and flicking them around, he felt a certain paw mess with it. Lance felt a familiar pair of eyes look back up at him again.

"I'm just— sorry. Sorry for you. I just feel bad that, well, ya know. Lando, Carlos, or whoever, ruined your race today."

A high pitched whimper followed in agreement as the younger man laid his head against the chest of Canadian, opting to lay against the armrest as he waited for their other partner to come home. Oscar took in his partner's scent as he laid on his side, curled up in his arms. Faintly smelling like maple with hints of pecan pie. A cold Autumn breeze over the warmth of a thick cotton scarf.

"It wasn't your fault. I know your mind will tell you otherwise, but I won't. I know, I know..."

Oscar was more than upset about the earlier drama and results, but wouldn't be lying if he admitted that he couldn't care anymore. Fortunately fleeting away, then gone in the wind. Was almost like a near memory that he since brushed off once returning home.

Home where he could unwind, where he could be his true self. Where he could no longer worry about the race or any sort of grid drama. A home where he could be with physically, no matter where he went. Melbourne, Suzuka, Shanghai, Miami...

He was safe at home. Safe, secure, and warm. Home meant comfort, but it also meant security. Private, yet seeked fun. Home never judged him for letting his walls down, or anything else really. Home made him feel seen. Feel loved. Acknowledged.

Lance was home, Oscar's home. Nothing could change that. Nothing would. He wore dark green, but loving him was red.

And so were both of their cheeks currently, mutually flushed as they pressed against eachother. Lance wasn't sleeping, no, but he was surely entertaining himself as he watched Oscar try not to. Yet a peck to the cheek helped his senses kick in, as he giggled and licked at the Montrealer's face.

Smiles were exchanged once more, Lance couldn't help but keep playing with the silk of Oscar's hair. The younger man melted to the touch, rubbing against him in an attempt for more petting. His collar seemed to be a bit too tight for his skin, causing a noticeable red mark around his neck. He had his hands available, but seemed to prefer Lance's help.

"I just wish they came to some sense, ya know? Carlos, I mean. I— I don't understand him."

The Quebecker stood up, causing the reaction of his little spoon to do the same. Oscar fell to the floor. Knobby knees against the velvet carpet as he stayed on his fours. Lance stood to stretch, leaning down to pet the Aussie as he walked towards his temporary water bowl. Tapping the side twice, Oscar skittered across obediently. Lance's train of thought continued again as he leaned against the wall, watching Oscar lap up his water.

"There's always gonna be those types of people on the grid, the ones that want you gone. I've been through it, so has Esteban. Even Lewis."

Oscar stayed put on the floor, sitting crissed-cross with his two front hands infront. Water ran from his face down his chin. A noticeable stain now soaking the collar of his papaya-orange polo. He turned his head to the side at Lance's words, whining an octave louder. Brown eyes staring.

"I know what it's like to constantly be compared to your teammate too. You— You have to survive with it in this sport, unfortunately."

Lance adjusted his posture, squatting on the floor before standing up on his knees. Unlike Oscar, he wobbled, only stabilizing himself with a hand behind him on the floor. He pat at his thigh, whistling as he locked eye contact with the Australian, before bringing him in a tight embrace.

"You don't deserve any of this, Butterscotch. None of this. I'm sorry."

The Canadian's grip seemed to fasten against Oscar's skinnier body like a death grip. As if he didn't want to let him go, or let him breathe. Oscar rested his head the broad of Lance's shoulder, hands splayed on his lover's back. He didn't know where else to leave them.

He felt Lance's hands curl into the caramel of his hair, like milkweed silk between his rough fingers. Oscar closed his eyes, huffing before shaking slightly. His breath stuttering as his chest heaved, feeling like the weight of several stones. Was he crying? He can't remember the last time he did that, especially over a race. Over Lando. Over Carlos. Over everything and anything. Lance hugged him tightly, shushing him as he felt cold tears stain his sweater.

A nearby phone on the coffee table began to ring. Lance's phone. Must've been Esteban.

They let it play, ignoring the ringtone repeating before it eventually ended. They didn't need to move for the world, to wait for others. All Lance needed to do was pay attention to his puppy. His pet. His lover. His Oscie.

It was his night. Oscar's night. It always was.

Atleast to Lance. Esteban too, but only one of them was present. That's all that mattered. Oscar had people that cared, spotlight or not. Race winner or not. Unruined race or not.

Before he knew it, the Australian felt lightheaded. And light. His sopping eyes opened once again as streams littered his face, his blurry vision turning around to notice he wasn't on the floor anymore. Lance was carrying him in his arms, bridal style now. It made Oscar feel small. Vulnerable. Safe. Too deep into headspace and his own insecurities to feel anything but like a puppy.

Looking up, the younger man was met with dark brown eyes meeting his gaze. The Canadian nodded, allowing Oscar to use his sweater to wipe his tears. He pressed a kiss to the bridge of Oscar's nose again, before laying him in the marble of their hotel room's bathtub. His soft yet coarse hands made quick work of the leather collar around the Aussie's neck, rubbing the slight red it left behind.

Mercy coated Lance's eyes, as he sighed yet still gave a gentle smile. His cheeks lightly budding pink like a bush of hibiscuses. Oscar turned his nose up, smiling back in a toothy grin that went up the corners of his face. Face redder than salmon roe. Lance gripped his delicate hands, bringing them to his lips for a kiss. His skin was soft like the rest of him, yet he smelled his strongest here. Like oranges and vanilla.

Lance leaned against the tub, slowly taking off each of his dear's garments. Maybe Oscar had his hands available, but he was too deep into headspace to speak — let alone strip himself. The toffee of his eyes stayed locked onto the Quebecker, purring as he went limp. Even if Oscar could take care of himself, Lance knew he needed him now. And now was all that mattered.

At the final piece of clothing, Oscar's boxers, Lance paused. His hands moved up the pale of the Australian's body to cup his cheeks, moving his thumbs against them in a soothing motion. Lance looked down at him, gentle, serene. Oscar let him do anything, and he was glad he trusted him that much. Like a puppy to its owner. A vulnerable animal to its caretaker. He pressed one final kiss to his soft, pink lips. He tasted like sorbet, Lance's favorite.

They locked eyes once more before Lance's train of thought continued. His faint voice finding itself again.

"Let's— Let's get you cleaned up, Scotchie."

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #lance stroll #oscar piastri #ls18 #op81 #maplescotch #lance stroll imagine #oscar piastri imagine #rpf #f1 rpf #lance stroll fluff #oscar piastri fluff

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wolfy-star1401 · 5 months ago

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Do you have any hcs for pinocchio and little!jiminy playing together?? :0

- @littlecricketonthehearth

Sorry for the late reply, I needed to think about some HCs, but I’ll try my best

Big Brother Friend! Pinocchio & Little! Jiminy HCs

Pinocchio was the first person who got to learn about Jiminy‘s regression, it all started when he stumbled upon someone regressed { one of his friends or "Honest" John } & the cricket had to explain him what it was

He was confused at first, but nonetheless he was very supportive

When Jiminy is regressed older they both would strolling around the village or visiting the library

When he’s regressed younger then they’ll either stay at home or play in the fields

He would listening to Jiminy reading, but he would sometimes read something to him when the little cricket ask him to

He love to play make believe, his favorite game is "circus", he’s the dancer, he’ll try to make figaro & Cleo some tricks { not going according to plan but he doesn’t care }, as long as Jiminy is happy

When Jiminy is upset, Pinocchio would ask him what’s wrong & if he did something to upset him. When it’s the case then he’ll do anything to make up with him

He‘s a good big brother who tried his best with him, he also invited him to join him when he’s playing with his friends or setting up a play date for him

They would both whistle to both stimming reasons & to call each other to their side

@sw124 @nottapossum @i-ate-your-children @i-love-the-little-things @thedreemer-artrequestsopen @dragon-queen21 @histroiansofenchancia @theogclownboy @babyspace-sfw @eflen-n-reegee

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sunspotdaycare · 3 years ago

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Caregiving 101!

say someone you know has asked you to be their caregiver, or you’ve found someone you’d like to be a caregiver for! that’s great! but what is a caregiver? how do you be a good caregiver?

today i’m gonna be going over some tips and tricks that may help new cgs, or people who aren’t cgs understand caregiving better! lets go!! 💛🌈

first thing’s first, what is a caregiver?

a caregiver, often abbreviated as “cg”, is a term for someone who looks after age regressors, age dreamers, pet regressors, pet dreamers, or syskids! caregivers come in many, many shapes and sizes, just like small ones do! caregivers can be parental, familial, members of systems, and many more!

it is important to remember that, like age/pet regression or dreaming, it is not a k!nk! a caregiver is an entirely sfw title, we simply enjoy taking care of our loved ones when they’re small!

now onto the tips for being a good cg! 🌞🌈💛

1. boundaries! this is the most important step of caregiving, in my opinion. you and your little one should have conversations about your boundaries, triggers, etc outside of your headspaces! talk about your likes/dislikes, names you want to or don’t want to be called, triggers, why they regress, things that would help them, etc! you are both people, and you both deserve to enjoy the experience of caregiving and regressing.

2. remember their favorites! this one is remembering things like snack choices, shows, toys, games, even the names of stuffies! in my experience, this always helps your little one feel safe, and like you’re listening to them!

3. be patient! every little one is different, so it will take time for you to get to know their small headspace. things that might work for one kiddo may have the opposite affect for another, so it’s important that you keep at it! one of my personal favorite ways to get to know a little one is to give them options. this is things like asking which game they want to play, or which sippy cup they want to use today. little things like that may help you get to know your little one without asking them directly out of headspace! don’t overwhelm them with questions, of course, just ask them every once in awhile!

4. engage! be present with your little! engage with them! show interest in what their doing! i absolutely ADORE having coloring time with my little ones, or playing games with them! it’s a great way to interact with your little while keeping an eye on them! if you’re long distance, you could roleplay with them or use video calls to do something together! the possibilities are limitless! 💛🌈

5. take care of yourself! this is one i see a lot of caregivers struggle with. i know you love taking care of your little one, but you’re a person too! you have your own life and struggles, and that’s okay. you don’t have to drop everything to help your regressor, and there may be times when you aren’t feeling up to it. you can’t take care of someone else if you aren’t taking care of yourself!

#age regression #agere #sfw agere #age dreaming #agere caregiver #agere cg #pet regression #petre #agedre #☀️ sunny speaks!#☀️ tips!

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shycloudagere · 2 years ago

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🔤🪀👔🐣 for da ask fingy :)

Hi, I’m answering this while big, hope you don’t mind that. Also, I ended up saying a lot more for the last answer than I thought I would…

🔤 My favorite name to be called when little kind of changes depending on my age, mood, and the overall context, but I always like being called “little one” cause it makes me feel small but in a way that isn’t too personal. However, if a fellow age regressor is talking to me while regressed to a similar age, I think that stuff like “buddy” and “friend” make more sense.

🪀 I don’t play with a ton of toys while little, but I enjoy some games on my iPad, and I like coloring/scribbling/filling out worksheets. I love my pacifier, even though it’s not a toy.

👔 I don’t have any specific clothes for when I’m little because 1) I don’t have anywhere to hide clothes that are very obviously for littles, and 2) I usually regress at the end of the day when I feel too tired to worry about my clothes. When I’m home I usually have on an oversized hoodie with shorts or leggings, which is pretty good for regression anyway.

🐣 This is gonna be a long answer in case it’s helpful for someone reading it.

Some of my regression is at least partially involuntary, so things that bring up really bad memories or are just really scary in the moment can cause me to regress once I’m alone and able to process my thoughts/feelings. I can also involuntarily regress a bit if I’m shopping for something childish, like I buy certain dolls that I like when big or little, but I sometimes regress a bit when I’m at the store buying them. Also, places like aquariums make me feel smol sometimes because there’s so much cool stuff and is largely geared toward being family friendly and making fun spaces for kids. Also, I’m always in such awe when I see how beautiful fish are, so I think that adds to the general feeling of being little.

When I’m voluntarily regressing, I usually turn on kids’ shows. Most streaming services have a default kids’ profile, so you can use that even if sharing with family or add one without them noticing cause they’ll assume it was already there. I have certain coloring books and a notebook just for little me to use. Certain apps on my iPad are used mostly when I’m little. Tumblr can be good. I had a Pinterest account but it’s taken down, and I need to contact their help thing, but that used to help a lot.

Honestly, a lot of times I will make myself regress a bit if I’m having a hard time processing negative feelings or if I need to take care of myself because it’s sometimes easier to be a pouty baby who grumbles and scribbles with crayons if I don’t have another outlet, and it’s easier to convince myself to go to bed if I feel like a little kid being told they have to rest.

Oh, I also have a littlespace playlist, but I honestly don’t use it much because little me doesn’t often have an interest in listening to music. They would rather watch tv or just play a game that makes noise. If I’m not fully regressed, I will sometimes explore AO3, but I have to read stories I found when big cause it can be hard to navigate to Sfw things, so little me doesn’t explore, only reads what’s already saved for them.

I also try to reduce what’s available to read because I can usually read at least a little bit at any age (probably because I learned at a very young age), but that can feel kind of confusing and overwhelming to little me because it feels like there are words everywhere and they’re too big for someone so smol. So I start by playing games with little to no dialogue and color, then I can do things like explore Tumblr once I feel like the reading part of my brain has turned off a bit, so I don’t always have to read every word I see, and I can disregard proper spelling. It eliminates stress, if that makes sense. Also, I don’t talk much when little because there’s no one here irl to listen, but if I do talk, I encourage myself to use a childish voice and way of speaking, and I let myself grumble and pout without actual words. I used to have a speech impediment and it’s sometimes still present, so I let that become more obvious.

My best advice is to essentially compartmentalize things as much as possible. Have your apps on a separate page of your device, have toys that you use when little, have coloring pages for when you’re little. Maybe even have a favorite cup and snack. I’m not currently at a point in life where little me can have a dedicated space irl or lots of toys just for them. So I set aside what I can, and I avoid using things while regressed that big me uses often. For example, I have two toys that are legitimate baby toys. They’re sensory stuffed animals. I never use them while little because the main reason I own them is to take to overwhelming places (like Disney world) where it would not be safe to regress. And little me gets to wear certain slippers and hats but rarely cat ears because I don’t want the cat ears to make me feel small at school.

#big cloud’s thoughts #asks #🐛 buggie 🐛

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agerefandom · 4 years ago

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Little Brother, Big Brother

Fandom: Homestuck

Characters: Regressor!Dave Strider & his mom Roxy Lalonde, regressor!Dirk Strider & daddy!John Egbert

Words: 5,400

Summary: Dirk and Dave are both age regressors, but they have never regressed in the same space. After almost a year of consideration, they’re finally getting together for a playdate with their two caregivers. Everyone’s a little nervous and a little excited.

Content Warnings: Brief mention of diapers. Parental caregiver names. One brief tantrum/bout of separation anxiety. (Important Note: Dirk and John’s caregiver/regressor relationship is a little blurry between non-sexual kink and regression. For example, they have rules and safewords, which I don’t typically write as part of age regression. This is only briefly mentioned in the fanfiction, and both of them still characterize their relationship as sfw agere, separate from their romantic relationship as adults. Nevertheless, I wanted to mention it in the content warnings!)

There was a knock at the door and Roxy perked up, tossing aside the phone she had been anxiously fiddling with. She made her way around the scattered toys on the floor to the front door, opening it to reveal a familiar smiling face.

“John!” Roxy exclaimed, pulling him in for a hug. He happily returned it, wrapping his arms around Roxy’s shoulders and laughing into her hair. John had been a gangly teen, but he had grown into it now, with broad shoulders and a soft stomach that Roxy loved to lean against while they played video games. “It’s been forever!”

“Too long,” John agreed, then stepped back to reveal the other visitor who had been half-hiding behind him. Dirk had his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and he moved with John as if he was tempted to dive right back behind him.

Roxy fixed Dirk with a Look and opened her arms for a hug. He stepped forwards to oblige, ducking his head so the edges of his shades weren’t a threat to Roxy’s perfect face. His hugs had become familiar over the years, brittle but genuine, all long limbs and restless fingers. Roxy squeezed him once, pressing her cheek against his hair, before she let him step back. He didn’t look like he was inclined to talk, which was fair enough. Roxy could guess that they were all nervous about their evening plans.

“Come on in, you guys. Don’t mind the mess, it’s been a busy day.” Roxy showed them in, ushering them to the couch.

“Oh, I understand,” John laughed. He had a backpack over one shoulder, patterned with little red robots. Roxy guessed that it was the supplies for Dirk, who was currently dressed in his usual outfits: unassuming, plain clothes from the newest brand that cost an arm and a leg. Roxy didn’t keep up with that sort of thing, but she could admit that Dirk always looked nice. “It’s hard to keep track of everything when someone’s over-excited.”

“You can say that again,” Roxy sighed. She and John had been good friends over the years since the game had ended, and one regular part of their relationship was chatting about their forays into caregiving. It was different, of course, because Dave and Roxy weren’t dating, but John and Roxy were still two members of the friend-group who dealt with regressors in some form or another. They had found each other a valuable resource to share ideas, tips, questions, and just to vent about their exhaustion occasionally.

“Alright, so we’re getting set up in here?” John asked, looking around the room. “Is that still the plan?”

“Yep, I think it’s the best way to do things,” Roxy said. “Help yourself to snacks, toys, anything apart from the stuffed dinosaurs. Dave’s a little protective of those guys, but everything else is fair game. Do you need anything before I head out?”

“Nope! I think I can work with this,” John said, rubbing one hand across Dirk’s shoulders. Dirk hadn’t taken a single step away from John since they entered, almost pressed against his side. “Give us about fifteen?”

“No rush,” Roxy told them. “We’re happy to watch some TV in the bedroom.”

“I’ll let you know.” John seemed pretty confident, something that Roxy had always envied. She was never sure if she was doing things right with Dave: his younger self was so different from his older self, and he was resistant to talking about it openly when he wasn’t regressed. John and Dirk had much more communication set up, and many stricter rules. Maybe it was part of their relationship, but maybe it was just what Dirk needed. Roxy knew that Dirk’s headspace was more consciously constructed that Dave’s, and he preferred to structure it with safewords and rules, while Dave wouldn’t be able to set good boundaries when he regressed.

“Cool, we’ll be around!” Roxy brushed a hand against Dirk’s arm on her way out, smiling at him over her shoulder. She was excited to see him smaller, excited to see John taking care of him first-hand. It wasn’t that she couldn’t picture it, she just couldn’t picture herself in the situation with them. She fiercely hoped that it would all go well, but of course her priority was…

“Dave!” she called as a soft warning before opening the door.

Her son/not-son was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, working on a puzzle she had bought for him. It was a little more complicated than a normal four-year-old could handle, but Dave’s hand-eye coordination wasn’t quite as bad as a bio-toddler, and Roxy tried to err on the side of something too hard instead of something that would take him five seconds.

Dave looked up at Roxy with wide eyes, his lips pressed together in an expression dangerously close to a pout.

“Oh, baby, are you nervous?” Roxy closed the door and swept down to kneel beside Dave, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Don’t wanna do this,” Dave muttered, hands clenched into fists. Roxy put her hands over his, easing them apart and revealing the puzzle pieces he had been crushing in his palms.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” Roxy watched Dave carefully. She was excited about their plans, but Dave’s comfort came first. She knew that this was a risky situation for everyone involved, something that she’d been thinking about for over a year, but pushing it wasn’t going to help. “Little brothers are a lot of work.”

Dave visibly perked up at the reminder that he would be the big brother in this situation. The difference in age was one reason why John and Roxy found it so interesting to compare their experiences: Dave was a fairly active toddler, with a lot of curiosity and energy, while Dirk’s headspace was closer to an infant, and he was a largely reactive child, easily entertained by simple toys or a TV show.

“Do we have to play?” Dave’s question took Roxy a moment to put together.

“You mean, play with each other?” Dave nodded. “I don’t think you need to play together if you don’t want to! Dirk is pretty tiny, I don’t know if he does much playing. It’s mostly going to be you and me just like normal.”

“But John?” Dave covered his face, nerves and embarrassment making their way through his regression. His voice came back to his adult voice as he curled inward. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Roxy hummed sympathetically, giving Dave his space. “Like I said, we can back out at any time. But I know that John is really excited about this, just like I am. He wants to meet you, little one. He already knows he’s going to love you.”

Dave made an incoherent sound of protest, flapping his hands in front of his curled-in knees.

“Anyone would be lucky to spend time with you, honey.” Roxy curled up beside Dave, mirroring his position with a bit of space between them. “I’m so lucky to be your mom. And John loves you a whole lot, he won’t stop talking about it! He’s going to be over the moon that you trust him with this. Even if it only lasts a little while, he’s going to be excited for months. You know him.”

Dave laughed, clearly still out of regression. “John’s a nerd.”

“Oh, that’s not up for debate,” Roxy smiled. “But he’s also a very good daddy when he needs to be.”

“Weird.” Dave shook his head. “Can’t picture him as a dad.”

“I don’t think I knew what I’d be like as a mom,” Roxy mused. “I’m sure that Dirk is just as nervous about it all. I don’t think anyone knows what’s going to happen with the four of us, really. I can’t imagine how much Dirk is struggling with the lack of structure.” Dave chuckled at that. He and Dirk had a mixed but friendly relationship as adults, so he knew exactly what Roxy was talking about. Whenever things didn’t go exactly to plan, Dirk tended to fly off without a single word. Roxy knew that it was his way of trying to stop himself from making everyone stick to the original plan, but it didn’t stop it from being a kind of disorienting response.

“Okay.” Roxy watched Dave as he uncurled from his little ball and took a deep breath. “I do want to do this.”

“Yeah?” Roxy stretched out her arm in an invitation, and Dave scooted over to press against her side. His breaths were long and slow, trying to calm himself down. “It’s up to you.”

“No, I really do. I was excited about it.”

“Alright, then we’ll do it.” Roxy set her hands on Dave’s waist, pulling him gently up to sit on her lap. He was a little bigger than her, but very light. He was the perfect weight when she held him in her lap like this, her arms wrapped around his waist and her cheek pressed against his shoulder blade. “I’m excited too.”

Getting Dave back into regression was a process, but some cuddles, a bit of calculated tickling, and an episode of Loony Toons did the trick, and soon they were both laughing on the bed, Dave’s laughter that free and louder sound that Roxy only got to hear when he was regressed.

Both of them were startled by the knock on the door, but Roxy reacted first, pausing the show and rubbing Dave’s back to calm him down.

“What’s up?” Roxy called towards the door.

“We’re all ready in the living room whenever you want to come out!” John informed them.

“Alright!” Roxy said loudly, then turned to Dave as John’s footsteps retreated down the hallway. “Do you want to finish our episode before we go play in the living room? I brought out your lego.” Dave’s duplo lego collection was a bit ridiculous, but it meant that he could build a house big enough for him to fit into. Roxy stored them in a little void-pocket in one of her drawers, and pulled out the huge rubberneck containers whenever there was a special occasion. This definitely qualified.

“Lego,” Dave nodded, already moving off the bed.

“Okay,” Roxy said. “Now, remember not to shout around Dirk, okay? He’s very small.”

“No shouting for the baby!” Dave repeated at a very high volume. Roxy shrugged internally. There was only so much she could do, and Dave would probably be alright once he was actually in the same room as his older-younger-not-brother.

“That’s right, no shouting around the baby,” Roxy said encouragingly. She opened the door to the hallway, leading the way out. “Do you think you could build a house for him?”

“For both of us!” Dave said.

“Well, I don’t know if we have enough for something that big,” Roxy laughed.

“Gonna make a big house!” Dave wasn’t willing to be discouraged.

“Okay, you can see how big you can make it,” Roxy allowed. Dave was bouncing on each step, clearly mixing nerves and excitement into a desire to run into the room as quickly as possible. Roxy kept their pace slow and her footsteps audible, letting both John and Dirk adjust to the idea that they were entering the room.

As they stepped into the living room, John looked up with a smile. Dirk was huddled against his side, eyes closed and a plain white pacifier hiding his mouth.

“Dirk is sleepy, but he can doze through anything,” John told them softly. “I thought it might be nice for him to wake up to you, when he wakes up properly.” Roxy could tell that Dirk wasn’t really asleep, but it made sense that he would want to lay quietly for a while, adjusting to their presence and the way that they interacted.

“I hope he sleeps well,” Roxy said, and gave Dave a gentle nudge towards the boxes of lego that were stacked in the corner. “Do you think you can play quietly, sweetheart?”

Dave nodded and soundlessly glided over to the lego boxes. That wasn’t exactly what Roxy had meant, but he didn’t seem to have been jostled out of regression by the request, so it was probably alright. Triggering requests usually made Dave age up faster than anything, so his calm unpacking of the lego was a sign that he was still regressed, despite the absolutely silent movements that usually showed his discomfort as an adult.

“Dave is determined to make a big house for him and the baby,” Roxy told John. “He’s very good at lego.”

“Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun!” John swivelled his head to watch Dave start sorting the pieces from the box, quiet and methodical, glancing over to Roxy every few moments. Roxy kept her eye on him and offered a proud smile every time he checked in with her. “Dave, do you think I could help with that? I’m a big fan of lego myself.”

“If you’re quiet,” Dave said in a hushed voice.

“We don’t need to be too quiet,” John laughed. “Dirk really can sleep through anything.” He placed a fond kiss on the top of Dirk’s hair, and then carefully extracted himself, guiding Dirk’s head to rest on one of the couch cushions. John murmured something against his cheek and then moved away, letting Dirk curl up into himself a bit more, the pacifier shifting in his mouth. “I think you’re doing a good job so far, though.” He squeezed Roxy’s shoulder on his way by, kneeling down beside Dave’s boxes of lego when he reached them. “You give the orders! What can I do to help?”

Dave scanned John up and down, the only sign of his discomfort the pattern of his fingers tapping against each other over and over again. “You can get all the big blue pieces and make them into a wall,” he said eventually, pushing the box between them. “No holes.”

“Can do!” John said enthusiastically, diving into the box with gusto. Roxy chuckled, moving over to sit in one of the chairs and watch. Some things never changed, and one of them was John’s adoration for Dave, clearly. She watched them build together, Dave eventually falling into John’s rhythms and becoming louder, laughing and even knocking over one of the walls on purpose to make John fake a pout at having to start again.

“Play nice, Dave!” she called over, when it was clear that he was considering doing it again. Dave aimed a little frown at her, but settled down and continued his own building.

Roxy settled back in her chair, considering picking up some water from the kitchen. Dave always forgot to keep hydrated as an adult, so Roxy tried to keep a sippy cup always in his reach when he was regressing at her house, but she had left it in the bedroom. She shifted, ready to offer John a drink while she was going to the kitchen, when she noticed that Dirk’s eyes were open and fixed on her.

Roxy froze. She could see the swirling orange of his eyes, the way his long lashes framed them, the angles of his face somehow softer without the sunglasses he wore every day. She felt afraid of the intimacy in meeting those eyes, overwhelmed by a surge of panic that she couldn’t trace to a concrete thought.

“John,” she called, trying to hide her panic. “Dirk is awake.” John immediately extracted himself from the lego with Dave, leaving the regressor with an affectionate hair-tousle that made Dave scowl. He trotted over to the couch and knelt down beside Dirk to give him an over-dramatic set of kisses on his cheek.

“Did you enjoy your nap?” John asked, nuzzling his nose against Dirk’s. Dirk’s eyes fell closed as he laughed, the pacifier garbling the sound. He wrapped his arms around John’s neck, pulling him closer, and John obediently scooped Dirk into his arms.

Roxy found she couldn’t watch the display, feeling too much like an intruder. She bounced to her feet as quietly as she could, trying not to interrupt, and made her way over to Dave, who was entirely focused on the lego house he was making. It was coming along quickly, the bigger lego blocks fitting together into simple blocky structures. Two walls of the house were almost finished, with one featuring a gap for a window. It looked like each wall was going to be a different colour, and the one that Dave was finishing was a bright green.

“I’m fetching your sippy from my room,” Roxy told Dave. “Do you want me to get Rexatorius while I’m in there?” Rexatorius was not in fact a t-rex, but a brontosaur: both of them enjoyed the name anyways.

“Yes, please.” Dave was very polite as a child, his southern accent stretching the words out. “Can I have more juice?”

“You can! Coming right up,” Roxy told him, and headed off to the bedroom without another look at the two on the couch. She collected the dinosaur plushie and the sippy cup, tucking Rexatorius under her arm as she navigated through the living room on her way to the kitchen.

“John, do you want some water or some apple juice?” she called back into the other room.

“I’m good, thank you.”

It still shocked Roxy sometimes, how much they had all grown up. Collecting water for herself in her own kitchen, with glasses she had chosen, offering drinks to guests, having people over for a dinner party… it still felt so foreign. Being twenty-three hadn’t been something that Roxy had ever considered, always focused on making it to sixteen, always focused on making it to the game that would change everything, would save the world, would save her from the empty echoing rooms of the mansion she’d spent her childhood inside.

And here she was, a part-time mother, a part-time host, a full-time adult who was involved in politics, of all things, as well as going into her Masters in ecto-biology with multiple offers for a full-time job afterwards (thanks to their fame, all of the planet-founders were highly desired as a source of publicity and funding for whatever career they wanted to pursue). Roxy, in short, had somehow become an adult.

Roxy shook the reverie away as she rinsed the sippy cup between servings of apple juice, filled a cup of water for herself, and grabbed a bag of chips just in case anyone wanted a snack. Back in the living room, John was settled on the couch and Dirk was on the floor, playing with a wooden puzzle that was made to look like a circuit board.

“One serving of juice!” Roxy dropped it off next to Dave with a kiss and Rexatorius, patting the dino on the back before retreating. Dave could handle his own lego building, and it had never been one of Roxy’s interests. She would happily come to ooh and ahh when the building was all done.

Roxy approached John and Dirk cautiously, and John looked up to give her a smile and a wave to come join them.

“Roxy! Do you want to meet the baby?”

“I would love to.” Roxy pushed away the anticipation she had been feeling and focused on Dirk on the floor, trying to push away all the past experiences they’d had, the fights and the two am vent sessions and the ill-conceived projects they’d come up with together. She knew what regression meant to Dave, but she didn’t know what it meant to Dirk, and she needed to keep an open mind.

“Hey Dirk,” John said, getting down on his level on his hands and knees. “I want you to meet Daddy’s friend, Roxy. She’s Dave’s mom, remember? We came to visit her and Dave.” Dirk glanced up from his puzzle at Roxy, and Roxy was taken aback again by the sharpness of his eyes. There was none of the hazy contentedness of Dave’s regression. Dirk stared directly and piercingly towards Roxy’s face.

“Hi,” Roxy managed. “It’s good to meet you.” She almost held out her hand, and jerked it back. Dirk’s eyes followed the movement.

“Can you say hi to Roxy?” John prompted Dirk. Dirk shook his head, and dropped his eyes back to his puzzle. Roxy tried not to feel rejected, but her heart spasmed. “That’s okay,” John said softly, and smiled up at Roxy from the floor. “Dirk’s not so good at words,” he explained. “What about sharing your puzzle?” John asked, pointing to the piece that Dirk was holding in his hand. “Can Roxy help you?”

Dirk hesitated, nodded, and then held the piece out in Roxy’s direction without looking at her.

Somehow this motion reassured Roxy, something more akin to a shy child than Dirk’s own mannerisms when he was on edge.

“Thank you,” she said gently, accepting the piece and kneeling down. “Did your daddy get you this puzzle?” It was easy enough to find where the piece went, but she took her time looking. Dirk nodded, sucking on his pacifier with a soft sound. “He’s a pretty good daddy, huh?” Roxy smiled at John as Dirk nodded more enthusiastically.

Dirk picked up another piece and held it close as he surveyed the puzzle. Roxy gave him the time to figure it out, and he eventually pushed it into the right place. He picked up another piece and pushed it into Roxy’s hands again.

“Thank you!” She took the piece from him and hummed thoughtfully as she pretended to search for the right place. “Does it go here?” She put it in the wrong place, and nodded with satisfaction. Dirk laughed and shook his head. “No? Are you sure?” Dirk picked up the puzzle piece and slotted it into the right place, still laughing.

“Oh!” Roxy hit her forehead. “Why didn’t I see that?”

Dirk rolled his eyes at her, but he was still laughing.

“I know,” Roxy nodded. “I’m a silly mom, I can’t help it.”

“G’d mmm,” Dirk muttered, his voice quiet and slurred by the pacifier.

“Sorry, sweetheart, what?” Roxy leaned closer, trying to hear him, but Dirk only shook his head emphatically and picked up a new piece of the puzzle, fitting it into place with none of his earlier hesitation.

“He said you’re a good mom,” John interpreted, rubbing Dirk’s back with a calming motion that Roxy recognized from using it with Dave herself.

“Aww!” Roxy pressed her palms to her cheeks, grinning. “I hope that Dave agrees with you.”

Dave’s voice came as if on cue, from over the couch. “Moooom!”

“On my way!” Roxy called back, more softly. She didn’t want to scare Dirk, who was leaning into John’s touch and closing his eyes. She rose to her feet, automatically helping herself with her god-tier weightlessness as she pushed herself upwards. Dave was standing by his house, which had three walls finished. “What’s wrong, baby?” Roxy drew closer, and Dave threw himself into her arms, wrapping his arms around her.

“Don’t go,” he whispered into her shoulder, and Roxy could feel him shaking slightly.

“Oh, no, honey.” Roxy wrapped her arms back around Dave, squeezing him against her. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m your mom. I wouldn’t leave you for the world.”

“I could hear you and you were gone,” Dave protested, curling tighter into her arms.

“I was just visiting the others, over by the couch,” Roxy told him, rocking slightly to comfort him. “Not gone, never gone.”

“I thought…” Dave trailed off, derailing into a mumble that Roxy couldn’t make out, despite her experience with Dave’s rambles.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Roxy soothed. “I love you so much, and I always will. I’ll always be your mom.”

“My mom?” Dave echoed.

“Yes, honey, your mom.” She cupped Dave’s cheek to tilt his face up for a forehead kiss. “No one else’s.”

“Okay.” Dave seemed to have calmed down quite a bit, but he was still holding tight to Roxy.

“Do you want to work more on your house?” Roxy cast an eye over the work Dave had done so far. “Or do you want to meet Dirk?”

“Dunno.” Dave rocked back and forth slightly in Roxy’s lap.

“Well, why don’t you come say hi? You can go straight back to your lego after that, if you’d like.” Dave nodded.

“Okay.”

Roxy helped Dave to his feet, keeping her hands on his and helping him stay upright when he was standing. He wasn’t always clumsy when he regressed, but it was usually a surprise to both of them when he had trouble walking, so she tried to be careful.

“Follow me, sweetheart.” She led Dave over to the carpet, glancing over to see that Dirk was twirling his fingers into the mane of a horse plushie, John singing a soft lullaby. John looked up when they walked in, but Dirk kept his eyes on his twirling fingers.

“Dirk?” Dave said quietly.

Dirk’s back stiffened and then he let out a breath and turned, blinking up at Dave.

Dave’s eyes widened and Roxy could practically see his excitement take over from nerves. Dirk looked quieter and unthreatening without his glasses, his plain white onesie and his long lanky pale limbs curled up against John’s chest.

“Hi!” Dave gushed, dropping to sit beside John and Dirk before glancing up at John and Roxy for approval. Roxy smiled warmly at him, and John nodded and shifted his grip on Dirk so that he was facing out towards Dave more. “I’m Dave!”

“…” Dirk looked at him for a long second, then hid his face behind the horse plushie he was holding.

“You’re a baby, but I’m really old,” Dave told Dirk seriously. “I’m gonna build us a lego house to live in.” Dirk raised his head again, smiling around the pacifier, and Dave smiled back. It was strange for Roxy, to see the instinct-driven space that Dave lived in, that she understood so well, and the difference between him and Dirk. Dirk was so clearly not as regressed, still cautious and deliberate. Maybe this was just him getting used to a new space? Or maybe this really was how he regressed. Or maybe this was how he’d been when he was a baby, making his way around his home in the middle of the ocean.

“Good job, Dave,” Roxy praised, resting a hand on his head. “Be gentle with your little brother.” She knew from talking with John that Dirk reacted well to being reminded that he was supposed to be small, regressed, a baby without responsibilities. Dave was very passionate about being a ‘big boy’ and pushed his limits further than Roxy would like. Another difference between them.

“Do you want to hold him?” John offered, cradling Dirk’s head against his shoulder gently.

Dave glanced back at Roxy, eyes wide. She could tell that he was intrigued but uncertain.

“I would love to,” Roxy said, knowing the question had been directed at both of them. “Why don’t I carry him to the couch, and you can sit with us, Dave? I can read you both a story, how about that?”

“Yeah.” Dave bobbed his head, subdued.

Roxy knelt in front of her two friends, smiling fondly at John and the tender way he handled Dirk. “May I?”

“Of course.” John guided her hands, one under Dirk’s knees and the other cradling his neck. Roxy had carried Dirk before, mostly out of his workshop before John had started taking over the task of disrupting Dirk’s manic work episodes. He had never been so unclothed, her skin touching his as she lifted him into her arms and settled him against her chest.

Dirk wasn’t light, thin but muscled. The only reason Roxy could lift him with ease was because she was taller than him, much to his ill-hidden annoyance when he’d first met her in person. He was the shortest of the eight of them, with Rose a close second.

Roxy looked down at Dirk as she carried him carefully towards the couch, and was surprised again to find him watching her. She smiled gently, even though his eyes were piercing.

“Hello,” she cooed. “Did you like meeting Dave?” The boy in question was following behind them, craning his neck to look at Dirk over Roxy’s shoulder. “He was so excited to have a baby brother.” Roxy shifted her weight back and forth, bouncing Dirk slightly in her arms as she reached the couch. “You are very sweet, I see why your daddy talks about you so much.”

That got a reaction: Dirk’s eyes crinkled, and an unfamiliar burbling laugh came from behind his pacifier.

Roxy gasped. “And adorable too! I should have known your daddy wouldn’t lie about that.” She turned around and settled on the couch, making sure Dirk wasn’t jostled by the movement as she settled him in her lap. Dave climbed up beside her and clung to her arm, wrapping both hands around her left hand and trying to pull it off Dirk’s back.

“Careful, Dave,” Roxy said. “Dirk needs a lot of support when I’m holding him, he’s only a baby.” Dave frowned, but let go of her hand and let Roxy arrange Dirk more properly, his head leaning against her chest and leaving her left hand free to hold Dave’s hand.

“John,” Roxy called. John had been sitting on the floor with Dirk’s toys, beaming quietly as he watched them move to the couch.

“Yes, Roxy?” he called back.

“I think these boys have my hands occupied, would you mind reading us a story?”

“But of course!” John got to his feet and came over, standing in front of them with his hands on his hips. He really did have some proper dad energy, especially with the light stubble that he’d allowed to grow on his cheeks and chin. “What kind of book should we read?”

“Pigeon!” Dave shouted.

Roxy could feel Dirk flinch in her arms.

“Indoor voice, sweetheart,” Roxy told Dave quietly, stroking Dave’s arm and rocking Dirk back and forth to sooth them both. Two kids was a lot of work: she was very glad that she wasn’t a mother to both of them. Even if Dirk was very sweet, and she wouldn’t mind babysitting once in a while. She was sure that John felt the same about Dave: the two of them seemed to have had a lot of fun building the lego together. “Don’t scare the baby.”

Dirk relaxed again at those words, and Roxy held him a little closer. It was unexpectedly intimate, this age. John had talked about diapers and how they both felt like it brought them closer together, but even the experience of holding Dirk while he was this vulnerable felt dangerous, like touching a live wire, yet insanely comfortable at the same time. Where the two feelings met was what Roxy thought of as intimacy.

John was still standing in front of them, and Roxy realized that she would have to tell him what Dave meant.

“It’s on the second shelf under the TV, far right,” she said. “Don’t let the pigeon drive the bus. Have you read it?”

“We don’t read very much,” John shrugged as he went for the shelf and started flipping through kid’s books. “We have a couple board books and Dr. Seuss but Dirk prefers TV before bed instead of a story.”

“I’m not allowed TV before bed,” Dave said accusatorily, and John glanced at Roxy with clear panic.

“That’s because Dirk’s daddy doesn’t take care of you,” Roxy said. “I wouldn’t allow Dirk any TV before bed either, but his daddy gets to decide that.”

Dave thought that over for a bit.

“Can John be my babysitter maybe?” he suggested. “And then I could watch TV before bed?”

“We’ll talk about it sometime,” Roxy laughed. “He’s got his own little one to look after, just like I have you. But if you’re having a good time, we’ll try to get together more.”

“Yeah!” Dave settled onto the couch properly as John came back with the requested book held in both hands. “More time with Dirk and John is good.”

“I agree,” said Roxy, resting her cheek against Dirk’s soft hair as John flipped to the first page and prepared to start reading. “It’s nice to have a bit of company.”

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Angel Milk and Bargaining Naps- [Little!Ranboo/CG!Tubbo CGLRE Oneshot]

Summary:

Ranboo flies all the way to Britain to meet one of his friends, Tubbo. The trip is tiring, but he jumps straight into a stream alongside his friend. He's tired and needs a nap, and a joke from the stream causes him to slip. Immediately following the stream, he falls into littlespace and just wants to play, despite his sleepiness. Luckily, Tubbo is understanding and prepared, with a sippy cup of angel milk and a cookie for the little. And lots of determination that goes towards getting the boy to rest, even if it's only for a bit. Some warm angel milk and a few convincing deals should do the trick. -- This is non-sexual, sfw age regression, dni if you're nsfw/abdl/ageplay/cgl/ect. If any of the creators included in this work say *anything* about being uncomfy with fan fiction/of agere content including them, I will take this down and/or modify it appropriately. If they have already said something that I'm unaware of, please let me know.

A/N: I'm gonna be honest, I didn't know if Ranboo lived with his mom or dad or whatever so I just assumed and made his parent figure (who literally doesn't have any lines she's just there) his mom. Anyways, this is just a soft fic that explores the friendship dynamic between Tubbo and Ranboo, because I really like it. This is about 3500-ish words, which is longer then some of my other oneshots, which is cool! I really hope that I wrote Ranboo well, I haven't seen much of anything for little!Ranboo yet and wanted to try it, y'know? I don't think there's any trigger warnings that I need to put, but lmk if there is something I missed. Enjoy the fic!

"Ranboo?"

"Tubbo!"

Tubbo ran up to the boy in the black and white mask, the other youtuber decked out in a simple outfit. The only thing signifying the presence of his online persona was the mask. Besides that little detail, just one thing so that Tubbo could spot him easily, he looked like any other person.

"You're taller then I thought you'd be," Tubbo muttered, looking him up and down as he came to stand in front of him. Ranboo stood in front of a car, his mother climbing out of the driver's side and going to the back.

"And you're shorter." Ranboo replied, flinching just a bit at the slam of the car door. He was going to be staying with Tubbo for a week, this was his first meet up. And face reveal. Even now, with his mask on, Tubbo had still seen more of his face then anyone else on the internet.

"Oh, how kind of you," Tubbo joked, rolling his eyes a bit and taking

"Shut up and hug me, you idiot," Ranboo said, opening his arms. "I flew in from America, I get hug." he repeated, almost sounding whiny.

Tubbo laughed, jumping into the embrace and melting into the hug. Ranboo gives good hugs, he decided mentally, not pulling away from the affection for a few long seconds. "It's so nice to finally meet you, This week is gonna be great." Tubbo said, pulling away and going to the back of the car, where Ranboo's mom was unloading luggage.

It was gonna be great, for sure.

Ranboo sat just off camera, his mask now off but sitting on his lap, as Tubbo rambled to the chat. "He's gonna be here for a whole week! Isn't that cool?"

Both boys had been pretty excited for the meet up, they had a lot planned. Tommy was supposed to come by for two days, the second one being a big event with Wilbur and Niki too, all later in the week. This was Ranboo's big trip to meet some of the people he made content with regularly, and he was pretty excited.

"Put on your mask and shit on and come here, Ranboob." Everyone in chat was asking to see Ranboo. This whole trip was kept secret from the internet and anyone not involved in it, it was a huge surprise to everyone.

"I'm not going to if you're gonna be mean," he said defiantly, crossing his arms and giving him a look. He did not appreciate the 'Ranboob' nickname, not at all.

"I'm not being mean!" Tubbo screeched, basically pouting at him. "Come onnnn." he whined.

The childish traits they were displaying were somewhat just played up for the camera, but they were both littles. They knew about one another, but they had managed to avoid talking about it so far, moving from bring Ranboo's stuff inside, straight into a stream.

"Okay, okay, hold on," Ranboo took a few moments to pull on his mask and sunglasses, before standing up. "Move my chair for me, I wanna make a dramatic entrance." he ordered.

"I'm not your maid," Tubbo declined.

"Dramatic entrance or I'm not moving."

"Fine."

Once Tubbo had moved his chair, Ranboo made his silly enterance, strutting over and taking his seat next to Tubbo. "Hello, chat. You can see me, that's different," he laughed a bit. "I don't usually use a facecam."

"Well, get used to it. We're gonna be doing lots of stuff with cameras this week."

They continued talking about some plans they had, videos to make, streams to do. They hopped on the Minecraft and Discord servers, jumping between voice chats and talking to everyone. Eventually, though, Ranboo started to get tired and whiny. He literally took a whole trip from America, the car ride from the airport, and then jumped right into a stream. He was sleepy, goddammit.

Maybe it was being sleepy, and also excited, but he seemed to be falling into littlespace unknowingly. Acting childish, even just for a joke, usually led to feeling childish.

"Tubboooo," He held out his words, interrupting whatever Tubbo was doing on the SMP. He leaned close to him as he spoke.

"Ranbooooo," his friend mimicked him in a teasing voice, not looking away from the screen as he made his avatar run around the minecraft server.

"End stream, nap." he requested, causing the other boy to laugh. "Please?" he added.

"You can nap, my bed's over there," Tubbo told him, pointing off camera. "But I'm not done."

Ranboo pouted under his mask. "You're mean, y'know." he claimed, earning a chuckle from Tubbo.

There was a lot of messages in the chat claiming that they were fighting like children, with all their whining and pouting. Neither of them took it in a mean way though, that's what they were going for. It was funny.

"Sure I am." Tubbo said, looking to him for a moment. He quickly paused to say, "We'll end the stream soon, promise. You can sleep after that." He spoke in a much softer voice then before, signifying that he wasn't joking or anything. He was catching on to Ranboo's little behaviors, past the bit.

Ranboo hummed, before looking back to the screen. Tubbo returned to whatever he was doing, and the chat was 'aww'-ing. Ranboo tried to focus on not completely slipping on stream, making sure that any childlike behaviors he exhibited could be passed off as a joke.

He didn't fidget with any sort of toy, or hold a stuffed animal, he just swung his feet under the table, which the viewers couldn't see. Tubbo noticed it, though.

Eventually, Tubbo said goodbye to chat, and ended the stream. Once he logged off of the minecraft server and turned off his computer, he turned his seat to look at Ranboo. He smiled softly, "Hi, buddy."

He re-greeted him, as if talking to a new person. He wasn't, but it was a way to show that he was welcoming Little Ranboo in a kind way. "Hello, Tubbo." he giggled at the nickname, smiling wide.

"How little are you right now?"

Ranboo thought for a moment, not replying at first. He was old enough to be talking, so far, not having many issues pronouncing things. He wasn't really that small, he regressed to this age by himself regularly. It was fun, and he could play, while still being just old enough to take care of himself.

"I'm five." he decided aloud, "For now."

"But that might change?" Tubbo asked in a questioning, curious tone. Unlike Ranboo, he was just pretending and acting childish on stream, now fading in to a very caregivery demeanor. His friend was obviously small, and he was there to help.

"I dunno."

"Hmm," Tubbo noted that that probably meant he would be slipping younger, even if Ranboo didn't want to admit that. Most of the time, if Ranboo had someone to watch him that he trusted, usually Tubbo or Tommy, he'd slip a lot younger. Because he didn't need to take care of himself, he didn't need to worry about staying big enough to care for himself.

"You said you were sleepy, right? You needed a nap."

"No, no, no," Ranboo denied, shaking his head. "Not sleepy anymore." he claimed, contradicting his previous request. He was sleepy, very much so, but now he wanted to play. Now that he didn't have any viewers to worry about, he just wanted to have fun.

"Oh, really?" Tubbo said, standing up from his seat and stretching.

"Mhm," Ranboo hummed, distracted with the task of stealing Tubbo's much more comfortable chair the moment he moved. He also got distracted with spinning around almost right away. Tubbo didn't stop him, a little amused with how easy it was to entertain him.

"You're not sleepy anymore, not at all?" Tubbo sounded disbelieving.

"Nope."

"Alright. Where'd you put your littlegear? Do you have a sippy cup?" Tubbo asked.

"Black bag," Ranboo replied, not even bother to stop the chair, spinning around and around. He giggled at the motion, stopping when he started to get dizzy. While he was distracted, Tubbo had managed to locate the little bag, pull out a sippy cup, and leave the room.

"Tubs?" he pouted, not liking being left alone. "Tubboooo," he whined, getting up from the seat. "Whoa!" he almost tripped and tumbled, realizing he was still dizzy, and therefore, more clumsy. Once he was standing more stably, he heard Tubbo.

"I'm in the kitchen, buddy!" he heard his friend's voice call out, immediately following it. He ran out of the room, making his way to the

He suddenly got shy when he passed his mom and Tubbo's at the table, talking to each other. He slowed down, walking straighter and trying to act 'big'. "They know, you're okay," Tubbo assured, giving him a soft look from his spot by the microwave.

Ranboo still didn't face the adults, going quiet as he went over to Tubbo, now walking instead of running clumsily. He knew that his mom was always supportive, but he still wasn't the most comfortable regressing around her, or adults in general. The only real exceptions to this was his youtube friends who were older then him, because he didn't exactly see them as 'adults'.

It wasn't like any of them were mature.

The two women seemed to notice his discomfort, simply continuing to talk to one another and not bothering him. If they didn't bring any attention to his childlike behavior, or pretend they didn't notice it, then maybe Ranboo wouldn't mind being childish around them. They didn't want to interrupt or make him feel invalid while he was having fun.

"What're you doin'? You left me." he pouted, suddenly realizing that he had yet to take off his mask and sunglasses when his jutted-out lip was met with fabric. He had spoke quietly, so only Tubbo could hear how little his voice was.

He pulled them off, stuffing them into his pocket and rubbing at his eyes. "I'm making you angel milk, I'm sure you'll like it." Tubbo replied, opening the microwave before it went off and pulling the sippy cup out. Ranboo immediately went to reach for it, curious about the new drink he hadn't tried, but Tubbo pushed his hands away.

He didn't usually drink milk, feeling like it was something for babies, not bigger boys like him. But he didn't reject the babying, Tubbo treating him like he was a little younger then he had claimed to be. He really didn't mind it.

"It's to hot for you, bud. Let's just wait a bit, yeah?"

"Oh." Ranboo seemed a little confused, and embarrassed. He should've known that it'd be to hot, it was just heated up. Simple forgetfulness like this made him feel so kiddish, and not in the good way. This was forgotten when Tubbo ruffled his hair, making him giggle a little louder then he would've liked.

"Do you wanna make a snack while we wait?" Tubbo tightened the lid of the cup onto it, before shaking the bottle and setting it on the counter for the time being.

"Please?" Ranboo confirmed, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt as he asked.

"Yeah, let's see what we have." Tubbo said, opening up cupboards and looking into the fridge, Ranboo simply following him around. Ranboo stopped him from closing a cupboard right before he did by pulling on his shirt, pointing to cookies that sat up in it. Tubbo chuckled, "I should've known you would've asked for cookies. You can have one, but only after eating something else, okay?"

Tubbo agreed to these rules, happy he was getting any at all. He watched Tubbo pull out a plastic plate for him, setting the promised cookie on the side of it. "We have fruit? Do you like grapes?"

Ranboo eagerly nodded, "The green ones?"

"Yep," Tubbo smiled, pulling them out. The next few minutes consisted of Tubbo washing the fruit, putting it on the plate, grabbing the milk, and leading them back to his bedroom.

"Can I sit in your chair, p'ease?" Ranboo asked politely as he shut the door behind them, Tubbo's hands to full to do so.

"Go ahead," Tubbo confirmed. "Good job on asking nicely," he added, earning a smile from the boy. Ranboo immediately ran over to the chair, sitting in it and spinning again.

"Be careful, sweetie. I heard you almost fall because you were dizzy," Tubbo reminded. Ranboo's face flushed as Tubbo continued, "I know you're a bit clumsy when you're small, I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Ranboo didn't know Tubbo could hear that. He wasn't that clumsy, he thought. The stupid chair just made him dizzy.

Tubbo went over and sat in the chair Ranboo was originally in, not commenting on his blushing. "Have you ever tried Angel Milk before?" Tubbo questioned, changing the subject to avoid embarrassing him more, shaking the bottle again once setting the plate of snacks on the desk in front of the computer.

"Nuh-uh," Ranboo shook his head. "Is it yummy?"

"Mhm, it's warm milk with sugar and vanilla and cinnamon in it. It's really yummy," Tubbo confirmed. He tried feeling the outside of the cup, not being able to tell exactly how hot it was. He tipped it over once putting the tip against his finger, letting out just enough of the milk to know the temperature. "I think this has cooled off enough for you, buddy. Here."

Ranboo took the royal blue sippy cup in both hands. The cup part was clear, so you could see the liquid inside, and the lid was his favorite color. The cup was a little smaller then a normal cup, but it was shaped like one, so if there ever came a time where he had to hide that he was using a sippy cup, he could just take the lid off and probably get away with it.

He sipped it, liking the feeling of the warm, but not too hot liquid on his tongue. He drank a bit of it before saying anything. "Yummy," he decided, in just one word, speaking with a soft smile. He leaned back into the chair, continuing to drink it. He seemed calmer, softer, even.

"I'm glad you like it, little one. Maybe don't drink it all before you even start eating, though."

"Oh," Ranboo said, pulling the cup away from his mouth. "Mkay." he agreed, wiping at his lips with his hand.

"You eat while I get some more of your little stuff out, okay?"

"mhm." Ranboo only hummed, swinging his feet under him like he had done earlier. After a minute or so of eating and looking around the room mindlessly, he felt something get set on his head. He looked up, causing the item to fall. The stuffed toy fell into his lap as Tubbo came around the chair, sitting down, holding a few things. He set the stuff in his lap.

"Boo!" he giggled, holding the toy bear close to his chest. 'Boo the Bear' was his favorite stuffed animal, and it was the only on he brought with him, and he was glad he did. To some extent, he knew he'd slip during this trip at some point, that's why he brought all the little stuff. He just didn't expect it to be so quickly.

"I found him hiding in your bag," Tubbo joked, picking up something from his lap. Pajamas.

"No!" Ranboo immediately said, without Tubbo getting the chance to say anything. "Don' need a nap." he huffed.

"I think you do. Just for a bit, so you have more energy to play later!" Tubbo spoke in a mock-excited tone, trying to paint the idea of napping in a more positive light for the little.

Spoiler alert, it didn't work well.

"Noooo," Ranboo whined.

"Doesn't cuddling up with Boo in comfy pajamas sound nice, sweetie?" He tried again.

Ranboo thought for a moment, shrugging. He casted his eyes downward, taking another drink from his cup, suddenly realizing how sleepy the warm liquid made him. Of course, he didn't catch onto the fact that Tubbo did that on purpose, but he didn't really need to know that.

"I'll nap with you, if you want. I promise, I won't have any fun without you."

Ranboo looked up, "Just for a bit?" he asked, in his now babyish voice. Tubbo was doing a fairly good job of convincing him.

"I'll wake you up in an hour or two, promise." Tubbo confirmed.

Ranboo thought again, glancing at the cookie on his plate before coming up with another question. "Can I have more cookies when I wake up? And more milk?"

Tubbo was slightly amused by the fact that he was treating this like some soft of business deal, but he was gonna take what he could get. "Sure thing."

"Okay," Ranboo agreed, hesitancy seemingly gone. "You have to cuddle with me and Boo, though! An- and play with me when I wake up!"

"Deal." Tubbo chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Now, let's finish your food and then get ready for your nap."

Ranboo was able to finish his grapes and his cookie in just a few minutes, sipping the last of his milk before setting it on the desk with the plate. "All gone," he said, yawning a bit. He rubbed a his eyes, leaning back into the seat. He was a lot sleepier then he thought he was.

"Yep, good job. Now, what do we do next?" Tubbo asked.

Ranboo sat up a bit, tilting his head, "Comfy clothes?" he offered, earning and approving hum from Tubbo.

"Are you big enough to do this yourself?" Tubbo handed him a stack of clothes, Ranboo nodding as he took it. Yeah, he was a little younger then five, but he could pull himself a little older to get dressed.

He ran off to the bathroom, leaving Tubbo with the important job of watching Boo. While he was gone, Tubbo moved around the pillows and blankets on his bed so that he'd be more comfortable. Ranboo came back, standing at the door shyly, clad in pajama pants and a matching slight-oversized soft cotton shirt.

"Look at how cute you look! You're so adorable." Tubbo cheered immediately, once picking up on his nervousness.

He was complimenting the boy because he seemed to be nervous about wearing more 'little' clothes around him, because until now, he was wearing 'big kid' clothes and just feeling small. Now, he looked it too. The pattern on the clothes was a bunch of little gold crowns, on a black backdrop.

"T'ank you," Ranboo shut the door behind him again, coming over to the bed and climbing onto it. He took Boo from Tubbo when he offered him the toy, coming up by the pillows and trying to position himself. As he did that, Tubbo shut off the light, glad it was the middle of the day so he didn't have to worry about any 'scared of the dark' issues. "Tubs?"

"Hmm?" The mentally-older boy replied, grabbing one last thing from the bedside table and climbing into bed beside Ranboo, facing him. Ranboo was curled up, stuffed bear cuddled to his chest, content with Tubbo just being close to him. They weren't cuddling, but he was willing to settle with just knowing that he was right there.

"m' feelin' smaller," he admitted after a moment, shy about the confession, yawning again as he sunk into the comfort on the soft pillows.

"Yeah?" Tubbo asked, looking at him softly. "How small?"

"lots an' lots."

"That's so small!" Tubbo, again, was amused by his childish actions. "Do you need a pacifier, sweetie?"

Ranboo, if any bigger, would've protested against the idea of using a pacifier and being called a baby, but he just nodded a bit. His demeanor was softer, and shyier. And it was easy to tell that he had trouble talking now.

"Good thing I already pulled one out for you," Tubbo laughed, revealing the last item he grabbed. A white pacifier, simple and plain, stuffed into his bag just in case he needed it. Tubbo lifted it to Ranboo's lips, the little taking it in his mouth and suckling on it a bit before letting his eyes drift shut.

Later on, he'd be embarrassed about using a pacifier in front of Tubbo, but right now, he was to small and sleepy to even care. The rest of the day, along with the rest of the meet up, would be great. Ranboo would wake up big, and they'd record a video with Tommy and then they'd watch movies. It'd all be great.

But right now, neither of them were worried about the rest of the day, because Ranboo was small and sleepy. Before falling asleep, he mumbled his last words before his nap.

"Ni' ni', Tubs." Tubbo has to stop himself from cooing at his adorable sleepy mumbling. Tubbo was glad that this was something they could support each other with, that this was something Ranboo trusted him with. He was so lucky. He replied, in the simple soft tone that he'd been using all day,

"Night, buddy."

A/N: okay so they meet up for a week, and I also mentioned tommy, wilbur, and niki, so there's room for me to write another oneshot in this universe. So if that's something you want, then go ahead and request in the comments! I imagine that tubbo and tommy are also littles, while wilbur and niki are cgs.

You can also request in-the-smp fics or just another oneshot for anyone! I might not write it, but please, still request, because the worst that can happen is that I say no.

also someone recently tried to request a fic involving an abusive cg and I just wanna say, I will never write anything like that, so don't request it. The farthest I will go is a caregiver yelling a bit, *NOTHING MORE*.

anyways, please leave feedback in the replies/reblogs/my ask box, on what you thought about this oneshot. Your favorite scene, cutest moments, things that you'd like to see within this universe. Whatever you want, feedback helps! Thanks for reading!

#dsmp #dream smp #ranboo #tubbo #agere #cglre #dream smp agere #little!ranboo #ranboo agere #cg!tubbo #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #niki

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notsimplysusurrus · 6 years ago

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what's littlespace and agre? if you dont mind me asking. I've looked it up, but I keep getting conflicting info

Henlo! No, don’t mind your asking at all because I’ve been really riled up about people claiming all sorts of ridiculous bull about littles lately. Also…I do keep bringing it up because I’m stressed about exams and feeling like a needy, little boy, but anyway…

This is probably going to be a long post, so I apologise beforehand. Also, I have the perfect song for my brain while writing it but that’s a complete aside, and I’m feeling a bit manic rn so maybe I should do this later, but no I’m ready and, oof, here we go:

Agere stands for age regression, which:

“in its simplest definition, is when a person regresses, or goes backwards, in age. Age regression can occur spontaneously, or as is more often the case, because of a trigger.Age regression is common in people who have experienced trauma, especially abuse in childhood.”

It can be a feature of mental illnesses such as DID, PTSD, and major depressive disorder (I want to say anxiety, too, but I’m not 100% on that). The article linked above is specifically about DID. I think I may have a dissociative disorder but that’s neither here nor there. Regardless, I bring up DID because people who have DID can have child alters. My brain is a big mess, but little “me” (maybe me? idk) is called Teddy–though I’d imagine people who regress and don’t have child alters go by their normal names. Again, idk what the hell is wrong with my brain.

Age regression is considered therapeutic by psychiatrists, and can also be a defence mechanism against y’know trauma memories and such. I think I first noticed it in relation to feeling like my childhood was taken away from me because of various traumatic experiences. Neither age regression nor child regression (chire) are kinks, that’s age play.

Littlespace is the state of feeling little or being regressed. A lot of people argue that it’s a term exclusive to cgl (caregiver/little–i.e. the gender-neutral term for ddlg, ddlb, mmlg, mmlb, etc. which are kink-related), but I personally don’t…care or think they’re right. You have the right to call yourself little or say that you’re in littlespace even if your regression is 100% sfw or non-kink. People will definitely jump down your throat for it, but–as I do–tell them to fuck off.

Littlespace is…kind of hard to explain. Being called baby boy or little boy just right is a huge trigger for me, but it just makes me feel bubbly and silly and needy. While in littlespace, littles do a lot of things that actual children do like colouring or watching cartoons or other shows for children. Some people may use pacifiers or drink out of bottles or use tiny cutlery for babies which makes my heart do a smile. I live for tiny divided plates and baby spoons and forks. Littles may speak in more basic sentences like children do or babble like babies (because agere can be a regression to any age younger than you are). Teddy is maybe 4 or 5. I say “Teddy is” and not “I am” because I genuinely feel a difference between us.

As someone who is into agere you can have a caretaker though not everyone does. That can be a friend, but from my experience and observation, it’s usually a significant other. They just…take care of you when you’re in littlespace so you don’t hurt yourself. And also: cuddles, need I say more? People usually call their caregiver some word for a parent like mommy/daddy/da da/ papa/etc. Notice how my gay brain can’t think of any other ones for mommy. Oh! Mama, duh.

That said, it doesn’t have to be. I, personally, don’t like daddy. You can call them by their name or like…idk Sir or Ma’am–probably more common with age play, I’d imagine. I prefer Master, but that’s just for…reasons. I don’t consider myself to be part of the cgl community. But idk that may change?

Oh, a thing I forgot about is rules. Caregivers might give their littles rules because…actually, I don’t really know why. Maybe because it’s more like being a child. Teddy just wanted rules because Teddy likes rules and likes being called a good boy for following “official rules”–i.e. rules in writing.

This has been a real stream of consciousness-like thing, but I hope I managed to answer your question somewhere in there 😅

#mod Fiver #Fiver answers #agere #resource? maybe idk how helpful I am #Anonymous #long post

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nmik-agere · 6 years ago

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Wouldn’t people who age play that aren’t involved in kink and bdsm be considered SFW littles?

Long post ahead!

First and foremost Ageplay is a Kink! There is no difference between Ageplay and Cgl in the sense that they are both not appropriate for minors. The distinction between ageplay and cgl is that not all littles roleplay as a younger age than their biological age but it is subcategory of bdsm just as much as cgl is. It requires a bdsm power exchange. It is a kink.

Secondly

There is no such thing as a sfw little!

A little can only be non-kink and non associated to kink if you have dissociative identity disorder or other specified dissociative disorder and you have an alter that is a little. Even then, it is debatable whether it’s safe for work because although it may be okay to view information about littles in dissociative disorders in the workplace, it is not safe for a system’s (someone that has a dissociative disorder) little to front while they’re at work. (In other words it’s not safe for them to dissociate into their child alter in the workplace.)

Before Cglre, no age regressors or ageplayers outside of the Cgl community called themselves Littles.

People only begun calling themselves SFW Littles after minors and what’s known to be a few legal adults decided it was a good idea to make a community called CGLRE (Caregiver Little Regression) together in July of 2016, which was described as a branch or in other words a subdivision of Cgl.

Some people who made this community thought that Cgl wasn’t a kink because it specifically doesn’t have the word dominant in it. In reality Cgl is just a sex, gender, or role neutral acronym of ddlg and it’s variants. This is not to be mistaken with the acronym cgdl. No one calls cgl cgdl. That is terminology that someone made up that is only known here on tumblr by a small group of people. Even without the acronym Cgl having the d for dominant in it the acronym Cgl was coined by those within the BDSM community. A caregiver in itself in bdsm is a dominant.

This means that CGLRE can be considered a subcategory of Kink.

Since cgl is a kink community with both nonsexual and sexual members the nonsexual members decided to move into their own space while still holding on to terms that they were used to. They used the same term cgl nonsexually being nonsexual participants of it because that was the only term being used for age playing; having a caregiver to take care of them in a fatherly matter at the time. (and it still is) They decided to move away from the blended nsfw and “sfw” community tag that was cgl and create a community without any suggestive, lewd, or pornographic content for those who wanted it.

*the reason some kinksters thought that part of the cgl tag was sfw was because of their misunderstanding of what a kink was and because the cgl tag was not as deeply involved in explicit activity at that time. The activities and content that is incorporated in Cgl isn’t inherently a kink. (An example of this is what you see on social media concerning the term littlespace and what’s in that tag.)

People in Cgl at the time also used to use the childhood nostalgia and aesthetic tags like Kidcore, babycore, and toywave. Both content in each tag looked the same at the time which caused confusion.

This is why tags like kidzspace, babyzspace, babyre, and toyre exists in the cglre community. Many people using the childhood nostalgia and aesthetic tags realized that Cgl was a kink and felt uncomfortable that their tags were being mixed with kink content where children and non consenting individuals were. They also didn’t like that those tags were being associated to bdsm. In turn, many people who used these tags started not wanting interaction from Cgl and started making banners that said things like “do not interact if you’re nsfw or kink, this includes cgl and ddlg and it’s variants.”

After all of this became the chire community and after the chire community cglre was created.

Cglre was not made to be a kink. The purpose of cglre is to be 100% nonsexual, non-kink, and non associated to kink since age regression is. This is why minors were okayed to create this community with adults and participate in this community with adults.

They wanted a place where acting younger and having a caregiver in nonsexual and non-kink ways would be acceptable despite what people still in cgl, chire, or kidcore+ would say as people in these communities and groups (cgl and chire specifically) were against minors having caregivers especially in the same way littles do in cgl. (which is how cglre was targeted.)

The problem with this is as mentioned as before. Cglre is associated to kink in its name and it can be considered as a subcategory of kink.

A little outside of DID or OSDD is a (childlike) submissive: a person that wants to partake in the unconventional practice of conforming to the authority of another person to heighten their sexuality, sensuality, or their relationship in a way that goes against society’s predetermined norm. Littles crave dominance in a more nurturing and softer way compared to the average D/S or M/S relationship.

Another problem with this is people who created this community had a misunderstanding of what age regression is. They believed that just because they acted younger than their biological age and because they indulged in practices geared towards children that they were reverting back to an earlier and less developed state when you can only do that unconsciously.

The entire cglre community was created without fully thinking about the consequences of jeopardizing safety. This community also lacked and still lacks education because as you can see there was a lot of research that wasn’t throughly done.

The majority of people in this community today are minors.

This most likely is because adults who didn’t create the cglre community or see the cglre community take place realize that CGL itself can already be nonsexual. They realize that when it’s nonsexual the only thing that makes it a Kink apart of BDSM is the D/S power exchange and they see danger and faults in cglre.

Plus there is a tag for people 18 and older who participate in nonsexual cgl now that don’t want to see suggestive, lewd, or pornographic content or don’t want to run a blog with suggestive, lewd, or pornographic content. This tag is labeled nscgl / nscgl18

Sadly since Cglre exist it has stigmatized the Cgl community making it seem as if Cgl is inherently sexual at all times. This stigmatization has made some adults stay away from the Cgl community so they don’t receive backlash or judgement from others especially if they participate in this to recover from trauma.

On social media there is no difference between nonsexual cgl and cglre. Cglre go’s beyond minors just having a crave for nostalgia and having childlike personalities and tendencies. A lot of people in Cglre are trying to implement the same dynamics as those in kink adding regression in as a way to make it okay for minors to participate in the 18+ Cgl community when no regression is taking place.

It is unethical to want to participate in kink while still wanting to label yourself as non-kink. Usually people do this because they have a lack of understanding of what the entire basis of a kink implies.

It also is unethical to tell an entire community that has established something that certain actions or terminology isn’t theirs anymore just because you want what they have. BDSM is a culture and what we have and share is inherented for our groups.

Being naturally childish doesn’t mean you are a little. It just means you’re naturally childish. You don’t need a label for that. Do not label yourself with a BDSM term then decide you don’t want the attention from the kink community. Do not steal the term and try to make up a different meaning to justify your presence in the community/tags.

The point is anything involving CGL is associated with BDSM/Kink because CGL is a subcategory of BDSM and BDSM is an interchangeable umbrella term of Kink.

In no way, shape, or form is it okay to mix adults and children in an environment like this exposing them and influencing them in adult themes; a kink and fetish centered space that can potentially give minors access to their own sexual kinks and fetishes and put them in danger.

It’s also not appropriate for minors to be having dedicated social media accounts and post that can be misconstrued as a kink for their safety.

Look at this roughly good video for further information on this: https://youtu.be/5_A0a6bc_tQ

Disclaimer: I am not saying cglre completely is a kink because not every member of cglre is unknowingly participating in Cgl (Kink) by engaging in a power dynamic. I am aware that age regressors cant give the required consent to be in a d/s power imbalance and that the caregivers they have are needed because they are not capable of caring for themselves.

Links that explain more:

https://nmiktea.tumblr.com/post/180992475656/what-are-your-thoughts-on-underage-age-regressors

https://nmiktea.tumblr.com/post/180997829686/the-big-page-here-that-dont-have-an-age

https://nmiktea.tumblr.com/post/189082298846/how-come-youre-against-with-people-calling

Things can be related without being the same. Words do not make something a kink, Motivation, Action, and Content is what will make something specifically a kink.

Today so many individuals call themselves certain terminology while being something completely different which in turn sets people up to misinterpretation, confusion, and conversations like these.

#This is the history of cglre if anyone was wondering. I was here to see it take place.#CGLRE #Age regression #Agere #Chire

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starkerdays · 6 years ago

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Cglre sfw and nsfw hc for starker pleaseeee

(I’ll do sfw cglre and nsfw ddlb, okie?)

sfw cglre (care giver/little regressor)

🌎 Peter getting extremely cold at night and tugging slightly at Tony’s pijama shirt, looking at him with big, tired eyes, making Tony stand up and go look for another blanket, only coming back to tug Peter in and hold him until he’s asleep again.

🌎 Tony realizing Peter isn’t eating and bringing his chair close to him so he can feed him. “Open your mouth, little baby”, and Peter pouting but obeying his daddy because he knows that Tony knows what’s best for him.

🌎 Peter having a bad day and Tony taking him to the shower, stripping him while peppering his face with kisses and slowly getting him under the hot water, later on rubbing his body carefully with soap and whispering beautiful nothings to his ear.

🌎 Tony and Peter getting into a fight and Peter regressing in the middle of it, tears streaming down his face as Tony says something that’s just enough. Tony hugging him immediately and asking: “are you feeling little?” and Peter nodding, practically sobbing on his daddy’s sweater. Tony holding him for the rest of the night.

🌎 Spoiling. Lots of spoiling. His baby wants a baby bottle? Done. Little clothes? Done. He could ask the moon from Tony and Tony would make sure someone got it to him. Peter kissing his daddy every night and nuzzling close to him, feeling extremely protected.

+1 where Peter spoils Tony too, with long, passionate makeout sessions.

(thank you @luvbugparker for the help)

nsfw ddlb (daddy dom/little boy)

🌟 Tony yanking Peter’s hair down as he pounds into him, forcing the enciting word out of his lover’s throat once again. Peter moaning so loud the neighbors are calling the cops. Specially after Peter comes with the word: “daddy” rolling off of his lips.

🌟 Peter disobeying Tony and masturbating while alone. Tony having Jarvis show him all the videos from around the house and getting home extremely pissed, pushing Peter against a wall and sucking a hickey on his neck so big that Peter now has to remember that he’s only for Tony’s touch.

🌟 Punishment. No coming. Always getting to the edge, Tony jerking Peter off with his hands, his mouth, his thighs, hell, even his armor, and leaving him on edge every time, making Peter yell and scream for his daddy to come take care of him once and for all.

🌟 Some random ass dude touching Peter a little too much at the bar and Tony snapping, breaking the guy’s jaw and taking Peter to the bathroom where he shows him who he really belongs to. Peter doesn’t have time to complain that it wasn’t his fault because he’s rolling back his eyes with pleasure.

🌟 Peter being a little shit and teasing Tony way too much. Popsticle, leaning in too much, sucking on things or even his own thumb, and Tony having fucking enough when he wakes up one day with Peter already working in the lab, shirtless and with dirt all over his torso, and Tony spreading his legs so much he rips the pants, finally taking a look at that beautiful, slutty hole (because of course Peter’s not wearing underwear).

+1 with Peter being bent over a table and screaming at the top of his lungs when Tony’s massive, thick cock reaches his prostate, making him feel streaks of pleasure all over, as Tony’s precum falls down his thigh.

(please be gentle, i have never written cglre before)

ps: i have been informed that it was daddy kink and not ddlb im so sorry im literally so stupid

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cglre · 6 years ago

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let’s make something clear

we are not anti anything.

i literally could not care any less about what you decide to do sexually with your partner. i don’t care what kind of kink you partake in in your own personal life in your own bedroom. i literally do not care.

as long as you are an 100% consenting 18+ year old, what you do in your bedroom is your business. i don’t care.

however, i do care about this regression space being sfw. if you are sexual i really do not care, just STOP interacting with minors. stop mixing that kink with age regression. stay in your own lane. stop trying to convince people to allow your kink in sfw spaces. just stop.

there are a large majority of minors, sex repulsed people, trauma victims and more in this regression community who, in their regression, are children. they do not want to see sex or porn or kink or someone calling their s.o their “daddy dom”. in the mindsets of children, they do not want to see that stuff. which should be understandable. minors or not, people’s comforts in their regression space and in general should be respected. and you wouldn’t show literal children porn. so why show people who are in the mindsets of literal children??

this website is 13+. there are minors here. people who are children and in the minds of children do not and should not have to cater to your kinks, to allow your interaction if they don’t want to. if you are an adult, YOU should be responsible enough to mark your blog as nsfw, tag properly, and stay away from children with your kink blog.

there are obvious differences between a legitimate therapy/coping mechanism and a kink behavior. you need to stop trying to force regressors to allow your interaction.

we are not anti kink.

we are anti kinksters attacking age regressors, minors, and people in general who don’t want to be a part of their kink and don’t want their interaction. we are anti kinksters using sfw tags and age regression tags that do not apply to them and exposing age regressors, minors and others to their kinks. anti kinksters who refuse to accept the differences and to respect people’s dni’s. we are anti kinksters who harass and bully others for not wanting their interaction. anti kinksters who think they are entitled to everything on this site and make everything on this site about their kink. anti kinksters who don’t mark their blogs as explicit and interact with minors anyways. anti kinksters who decide to fight with minors over their interaction rules. we are anti kinksters trying to claim their kink is sfw when it obviously is not and trying to use that to let minors into kink spaces and/or to be able to interact with minors and sfw agere and sfw blogs in general.

we are anti kinksters who cannot have the decency to respect dni rules and understand not everyone has to be comfortable with their kink or allow interaction from their kink.

#tw long post #tw sex mention #tw kink mention #tw discourse #tw drama #ours

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keeping-kinksters-safe · 6 years ago

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come to think of it, why have an entire blog devoted to tagging and calling out underage kinksters n people who accidentally use the wrong terminology with their regression and then use it to promote ddlg models who look barely legal themselves? seems a little performative to me. i honestly dont see how having ddlg as a kink doesnt lead to some other seriously fucked up thinking and behaviour. id be keeping an eye on every single person who likes being called daddy. just in case.

why have an entire blog devoted to tagging and calling out underage kinksters

You started off this ask on the wrong foot, because both things you’ve accused me of doing I don’t do, I don’t tag anybody in anything, linking a URL (which I do) is not that same as tagging or @ ing someone (which I don’t do and have actually made several posts discouraging my followers from doing), I link URLs so that people are able to block the blog, the linking of a URL does not notify the person the same way an @ does, which brings me to my second point, I’ve explained this many times as well, this blog is meant to be used for blocking, that’s it, in regards to minors specifically I don’t put forth any information that the user does not put forth themselves, I don’t encourage followers to witch hunt, “spill tea” or whatever else, but if a person states they’re underage and then interacts with 18+ blogs anyway then people have a right to be aware and block them so they can keep their blogs safe, if you consider that “calling out” then okay sure I can give you that I guess?

n people who accidentally use the wrong terminology with their regression

I spoke on this at length in the first ask you sent, so I don’t really feel like going over this again, but all I can really say is you’re either naive or purposefully deluded if you think the majority of these people are doing this “on accident”, sure there are some, some I’ve even spoken with and helped them find safer communities but communties like cglr3 were created with the intention of allowing minors to engage in CG/l dynamics so I have a hard time believing that most people aren’t deliberately engaging with these communities

and then use it to promote ddlg models who look barely legal themselves?

To start, in my opinion there’s two categories: legal and not legal, there’s no “barely legal” or “almost legal” or any of that bs, you’re either 18 and legal or 17 and 364 days and not legal, whether you think it’s arbitrary or not, thats just how the law works, and in the same vein being legal doesn’t have a “look” there are plenty of underage people who “look grown” and plenty of well beyond of age people who get mistaken for high schoolers, it’s part of why these laws exist to begin with, to protect the “grown” looking underage girls from being openly preyed on by people

seems a little performative to me.

Says the person sending multiple paragraphs worth of anonymous messages… pot meet kettle lol But for real, if you actually took a few minutes to look through this blog, beyond whatever minor supporter flame post you probably found this blog from, you’d realize that this blog does a lot more than “call out minors”, I’ve used this blog to report pedophiles and CP distributors to law enforcement, help sex workers have a safe space to post their content without it being stolen or defaced and countless other topics (here’s a link to my tags if you’re interested: http://keeping-kinksters-safe.tumblr.com/tags)

i honestly dont see how having ddlg as a kink doesnt lead to some other seriously fucked up thinking and behaviour. id be keeping an eye on every single person who likes being called daddy. just in case.

Honestly don’t know what to say to this other than ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ if thats your opinion thats your opinion, I really don’t care honestly because if it is your opinion and you’re not just trolling then I’m probably not going to change your mind which is fine, but it’s just confusing in one ask you’re defending minors engaging in these things so long as they put “sfw” in front of it and then in the next ask saying everyone into DD/lg is a pedophile? All I can say is according to you this blog is just about calling out minors in kink and I have 3.6k+ people following it, there’s at least nearly 4000 of us who are obviously not pedophiles like you’re attempting to insinuate, I feel like this part of the ask completely contradicts all of the whining done about me NOT supporting minors in kink lol

#anon #anonymous #answered

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honeypotpreschool-blog · 7 years ago

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i'm not a kink blog, i am just an age regressor, and i never post anything nsfw.. but because of when i first found out about age regression i referred to it as ddlg, a lot of people are messaging me saying that because i started as ddlg, i'll always be ddlg, and that i'm disgusting and that everyone should block me :( do you have any tips on cheering up? :(

honestly, don’t take them too seriously. the fact that they are looking at old tags to make their judgement call is… foolish. and really, many of them started out using terms like that, too... because it’s what was around to describe stuff like this, for the longest time. so it’s hypocritical. you aren’t disgusting and you don’t deserve to be blocked just because of some old tags.

i recommend surrounding yourself with people who are more positive and understanding… stay away from anti blogs. if someone has “no cgl” and/or “no ddlg” in their description, don’t interact, even if you aren’t either of those things. i think liltot is a good community if you want to get away from the drama… and, our club is also non-hate and doesn’t care about terms/personal life, as long as you run an sfw blog! maybe interact with non-hate community-less age regressors!

then, just do things you like irl: maybe color, watch a movie you like, read a fun book, or whatever else makes you happy! detach from tumblr for a bit~

feel better, sweetie! 💞

- mod euphie

#counseling corner #cgl mention #d/d/l/g mention #kink mention #anti mention

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littlecubbie · 8 years ago

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Hi!!♥ I was wondering if sfw little blogs should allow minors or not. All the "rules" are kind of confusing. I just want to be sure no one is going to yell at me for doing something wrong.

Hello, cutie pie!

Well, that’s a toughie. Because the thing is, if it is completely SFW (including no “naughty” text posts), you are not doing anything wrong. The rest of the Internet says so, Tumblr itself says so (I was flagged myself so I contacted Tumblr, explained what my blog is, obviously they looked through it. They said it was indeed wrongfully flagged and they apologized for it happening and promptly unflagged it)

However, there are people who feel like they get to decide what is right and wrong, that they can make up their own versions of laws, and attempt to impose their beliefs on others. They believe that you’re exposing minors to k*nk, even if your blog is completely sfw, even if your little space itself is non-sexual or you’re an age regressor who uses the terms “little” and “little space” (which you have every right to do).

Some will also claim that being a little is inherently k*nk, ignoring the fact that, by definition, there has to be something sexual involved for it to be so. Also neglecting the fact that language borrows from itself *all the time*, that definitions change and expand (we are the ones who define words and give them their power. “Fleek” was not a word until a girl, looking at her eyebrows in a car mirror, created it 😋) that groups can divide and expand, etc. can you imagine if the LGBTQ+ community said “no, you’re different from the core four! You can’t be in our community!” (Before I get poop, I know that being a little and being LGBT are not at all the same thing. Simply an example of a community that changed and expanded to include others that are not the same as the original “members”) or if sports, that were historically for males, didn’t allow any women to play because they’re different from men? It’s also ignored that no one has the right to define what you feel and who you are. They go off of the assumption that they are taking the moral high ground but, frankly, it reeks of bigotry as what they believe is their opinion, not fact, and feel justified in harassing and harming people based on what *they* believe is correct. There is zero evidence to back up their assertion that SFW little blogs are harmful to minors. I know one of their beliefs is that it opens teens up to talking to fake d0ms but, well, find me anyone in their right mind that would ever support a minor being sexual, having a sexual blog or seeking a sexual relationship outside of a predator. And, if that predator contacts a minor, it is solely the fault of said predator, no one else. They do not seem to believe in individual responsibility. They also ignore that minors are preyed on outside of this community, outside of Tumblr (most of the stories I’ve seen of despicable child abusers come from Facebook). They fail to realize that, on average, by the time kids are 11 (some researchers say as young as 8, but 11-12 is the most widely cited average) they have been exposed to pornography that winds up being far more harmful for them in the long run with continued use, which is more and more likely with each passing year (and there IS actual research and evidence to back that up. Here’s just 29 examples, which I personally believe to be a useful read: http://goo.gl/giDLzv ). However, that doesn’t stop a HUGE amount of them from posting it, knowing full well how painfully easy it is for minors to then access it. Which is their right. It’s how Tumblr is set up, they aren’t breaking any rules provides the don’t upload their own videos and it’s absolutely okay and allowed, so long as they flag their blogs. But flagging doesn’t mean minors can’t see it and won’t look for it. And they also don’t seem to care to go after people with unflagged pornographic blogs, of which there are thousands.All people with 18+ blogs can and absolutely should do is flag their blogs, of course block any minors you see following or posting their own NSFW content, and, if they feel more comfortable, put “18+ only” in their bio. If a minor looks at it, they’re breaching an implied contract, the contract being that flagged blogs are 18+, you are not willfully, forcefully exposing them by legal definition. However, if your blog genuinely has only SFW content, no adult photos or sexually suggestive stuff, you are not breaking any rules or laws, despite what they may believe. Exposing minors to k*nk can only be done through exposing them to sexual content, not, for example, calling your boyfriend daddy.Until they come up with actual, documented evidence to the contrary, not “the cousin of a friend of a friend got arrested!” (which won’t happen), they’re impossible to believe. They are just barking but have no teeth with which to bite. Unfortunately, since they will only ever listen to people who agree with them, they’ll never actually do the legwork to find out that they’re incorrect, nor do I think they would accept that answer if they did. Then they have nothing with which to harass and harm others. And I know it is done just to harass because they survive only on scare tactics and fearmongering. Just look at the amount of littles who say they’re harassed; A LOT. How many daddies and mommies have been harassed in comparison? They go after the “weaker” ones that will be more afraid of them and non-existent trouble. They scare people by throwing around words like “illegal” and “exposing minors” so that people feel like they have to flag their blogs, no matter how SFW, just for being a little. They caused 100 splits in the community and are, by proxy, and sometimes directly, responsible for the infighting that resulted from all the division. And, can *anyone* really argue that the often very serious harassment minors face (too often including death threats, submissions of gore, and suicide wishes) is better for minors that SFW blogs? Of course, not all anti-minors do that. Many are just doing what they do because believe what they’re told, they believe they’re helping. But, they unfortunately open them up to people who do want to harm minors and anyone who doesn’t despise them by “calling them out”.So, while I can’t promise you you won’t be yelled at (there’s still people who hate littles and, well, it’s Tumblr), I can promise you that as long as your blog is genuinely SFW, the only rules you’d be breaking are the ones made up by those people. Allowing minors on your non sexual, SFW blog DOES NOT mean you support them in k*nk. Anyone who says otherwise feels they have the right to define who other people are, what they feel, and what their blogs are. Personally, I have alway and will always report and block ANY minor I see posting any adult content, including text (which I haven’t seen much of), and don’t know anyone who doesn’t, including other minors. But I won’t go around treating anyone with indignity, disrespect and bullying people just for being minors. I was actually anti-minor myself when I got here (though I never bothered minors, just blocked) because I believed what those people said and I was afraid of them because of all the awful stories. That was until I met and understood age regressors and why they are the way they are, listened, observed and really thought about it, formed my own opinion instead of caving to someone else’s. Through them, I even realized that my own little space might be regression. I don’t put a label on it but, as I say in my bio, “my little space itself is non sexual and what I do in my bedroom with my husband is my business and my business only”. However, if you do choose to go 18+, that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you hate minors. I know a ton of 18+ bloggers that support non sexual minors and are just too afraid to say so. It’s truly up to you. I will tell you that if you (or anyone else reading this) is truly wrongfully flagged, please let me know. Tumblr does not view SFW little blogs as 18+ just because some of it’s users do, just as I’m sure they don’t appreciate having people waste their time on wrongful flagging, but it’s tough to figure out where and how to contact them about it. Once I figured out how to properly contact them, my blog was unflagged by the next morning. If your blog is truly SFW, they’ll unflag it right away.If I can help someone else, I’d at least like to take the power derived from harm done to blogs/bloggers through wrongful flagging away from those bullies.

Remember, this is your blog. You have EVERY right to define your blog the way you want. If you are a SFW little blog and don’t want minors interacting, you have that right and that’s okay. If you are a genuinely SFW little blog and you don’t mind *non sexual* minors interacting, that’s your right and that’s okay. What is not right or okay is bullying and attempting to strong arm people into kowtowing to personal opinion. This is patent authoritarianism, fascism.

I know I don’t normally post even slightly negative stuff and I apologize; this will definitely not become the norm (back to the happies!). I just can’t sit by and not defend people who are clearly being abused; non sexual minors, any little who doesn’t openly hate them, and *anyone* who has been bullied, harassed, manipulated, lied to or scared into doing what these people want, even if they don’t truly agree. Again, I know many of my followers have no issue with minors but are scared for anyone to find out because they know what these people do. But, I also know people who don’t encounter any problem because it’s directly tied to visibility within the community.Whatever you decide to do, I wish you a lot of happiness and, if you wish, a lot of new friends!Have a super duper beautiful life!🤗💕🤗

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