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There comes a certain sadness in being a regressor without a caregiver, but also one who's severely traumatized and neglected. Finding comfort in dark moments by tumblr caregiver posts, feeling like someone cares. Not entirely understanding nostalgia and getting sad when seeing posts about favorite childhood snacks, movies, activities because you never grew up on them. Feeling awkward while playing and or having to relearn it because it wasn't really a thing. I wasn't allowed or given many toys at all. Seeing other regressors happily posting about their caregiver, feeling bittersweet. I'm glad they have them, they deserve happiness and support- but will I ever get that? I hope one day that's me too. Living through cartoons: wishing you had a friend group, family, or whatever like those characters. Happy endings. Imagining lots of scenarios or talking to character.ai cg characters, wanting it to be real so bad. Wanting a caregiver, yet being so scared about being a "difficult" regressor or needing "too much care and comfort." Wishing there was just someone to hold me and pat my head while tiny, playing with my hair and giving me their full attention. It would feel weird, really weird- I don't get attention much, but I'd hope that little me would be okay and happy with that. Bottom line, I hope for the fun days and happy ending of finding someone who will love me and accept my regression. If there's any regressors out there with c-PTSD, trauma, or really just anything that makes them fearful they won't ever get it- please keep trying. One day. I always tell myself that I'm sure I'll be so happy in the future, and look back on moments like these going "she was strong. she didnt know of the moonlight that would hug her everyday, yet she still pushed through- she made it"

⭐tuck ins🌙

hey there little one! getting pretty late again, i think its time for bed, don't you?

when the blankets fall over you, slip over the sleepy eyes just begging to fall closed, you'll feel the world shift, spin and swirl; sheets rising to a castle of your own rule stitched together with spinning, shining strands of memory and laughter passed with the days sun now tucking away, tucking away as you too should be doing now. let the walls and spires tower and pillar above you as you give not a single stir in night passing time.

what is this? this place you now find yourself in?

this is the castle of dream's, little one, and this castle you rule in the fortress of sleep. this is the castle where anything can be.

so shut your eyes and milky moons light holds you in her arms, let the breese beyond shut curtains hum you the lullaby of natures tender touch, let it lull you sleep as spiraling stairs and towers rise and fold to knit together over your sleepy little head, let the sheets pull you under and pillows soften your fall as you slip away to this, yes, castle of dreams.

goodnight little one, sleep well in your castle, your castle of dreams.🌙

The people in the Dimension 20 cast are the funniest people on the planet.

Having an MtF Little Means…

*MtF is Male to Female, someone who was not born genetically female but identifies or is transitioning to such*

Taking them shopping and helping them pick out pretty clothes or dresses

Telling them that they are beautiful

Reminding them not to tuck for more than 8 hours, and to take one day off a week from tucking

Being understanding when you have to cancel plans because they are too dysphoric

Telling them what a cute tiny baby they are

Understanding that they may not want to be touched sometimes because of dysphoria 

Reminding them that their toy preferences is not an indication of gender (Trucks and toy tools are for girls too!)

Helping them with E shots if they’re afraid of needles

Understanding that tantrums may be caused by dysphoria and not punishing them for it

Helping them find cute feminine baby clothes that they like

Reminding them that they will get the surgeries that they want someday (and that they are still valid even if they don’t want surgery)

Helping care for them during surgery recovery

Asking if they are okay with you correcting others when they get misgendered

Reminding them that it is perfectly okay if they do not want to tuck

Understanding that they may not be out to friends or family, and asking them how they would like you to refer to them when around others

Learning what phrases or actions can trigger dysphoria and avoiding them

Unless they say otherwise, don’t talk about how they “used to look”

Helping them through dysphoric episodes

Reminding them that toys, clothes, cartoons, and other baby things don’t have genders

Using pet names such as “Baby Girl” “Little Girl” “Princess” etc.

Reminding them that when they take a break from tucking they are not less of a woman

Not over-correcting yourself if you slip up. It happens, sometimes a “Prince” or a “he” will slip out. They get it. The best thing you can do is just say sorry and then say the correct name/pronoun. Please do not go on and on and on about how you’re sorry and explaining why you slipped up and how they need to give you more time. This goes for any trans person, regressor or not. It’s making a mountain out of a molehill and it can make them feel worse than the actual slip up.

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I just want the hungry pillar to crawl on my face and give me tiny kisses and then we can eat a cookie together and won't have to share with anyone it'll be our big cookie just for us.

✿ 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬 ✿

Lay on your back, kick your feet and grab for your tiny toes.

Watch sensory videos on YouTube

Listen to Disney music

babbling to your favourite stufffies

Eat baby snacks like soft crisps/chips, mash potatoes and cut up fruits.

go to a park and get pushed on the swings or waited for at the end of the slide.

Listen to a bedtime story on Spotify or YouTube.

Snuggling up with all your stuffies and blankies and watching some comfort movies

sucking on your thumb/paci

Being a sleepy baby and cuddling and being clingy with everything

Remember, your regression doesn’t need to be all sunshine and rainbows, your still completely valid if it isn’t “stereotypical”!!

The trope where a character overhears something out of context and assumes the worst is usually annoying and bad but I really think it works well in Shrek

We, the audience, know that Fiona is talking about herself but, regardless, she’s calling herself these terrible things because she is an ogre. If Fiona is these things because she is is an ogre what does that make Shrek?

If Fiona says no one could love her because she is an ogre, she is saying that Shrek is also unloveable whether she wants to or not.

Imo the scene is a really good portrayal of how when you talk poorly of yourself or others for having a trait, you’re also talking about every other person who shares that trait; even if you love them or think what you’re saying doesn’t apply to them.

Hey, I have a request for the caregiver Wanda (and Agatha if you accept) where maybe the little reader is very sick (pneumonia or something like that) and they both don’t know what to do to help after they take the reader to the hospital?

Maybe breastfeeding included too

Pneumonia

Caregiver!wanda maximoff x little!fem!reader (caregiver/girlfriend relationship), Caregiver!agatha x Caregiver!wanda (platonic), Caregiver!agatha x little!fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: age regression, breastfeeding/lactation, sickness

A/n: fun fact! I had pneumonia when I was 11 years old and it got so bad that I had to be taken to the ER, that and I was severely dehydrated-

Hearing the radio and the sound of the car is what lulled you to sleep, that and how exhausted you were. Your mommy was driving y’all home coming from the ER. You had a severe case of pneumonia and it seemed that day by day, it got worse which made Wanda worry immensely. Then today it was worse than ever so she took you to the ER where they hooked you up to IV’s and put a breathing mask on you to help.

You were there for a couple of hours getting fluids and medicine in you and you seemed to be doing better which made the decision of letting you go home to rest. Wanda agreed with them and loaded you up in the car but since it was a thirty minute drive home you fell asleep but you could barley breath due to how congested you were. Wanda parked the car in the driveway and carried you inside in her arms. She placed you down on the couch which woke you up, causing you to get upset. “M-mommy…” you cry out and Wanda cooed at you.

“Shhhh shhh sweet girl mommy is here.” She shushed you gently, her accent making your heart flutter. “Hurts mama…” you whine out and started a coughing fit. Wanda immediately patted your back gently and grabbed your water bottle to take little sips from. After your coughing fit she told you to lay down and rest on the couch so she can go call someone right quick. You nodded and laid down with your stuffy and turned on your favorite show. Wanda went into the kitchen and grabbed her phone to call her friend Agatha.

Wanda called and told her to bring her best herbs and medicine for her baby. Agatha agreed and told Wanda that she would be right over and hung up. Wanda went back into the living room with you and told you that auntie Agatha was coming over to help you feel better. You loved seeing auntie Agatha so you were pretty excited. The two of you waited for a bit until a knock on the door interrupted the silence besides the tv playing in the background. Wanda went and opened the door to reveal Agatha with her hands full of bags.

Wanda helped her in and took the bags from her hands so Agatha could go see you. “Hey pumpkin! How are ya?” Agatha greeted you with a massive smile. You giggled and waved at her. “Hi auntie Agatha!” You said happily which caused her to smile even wider. “I brought you some stuff to help you feel better. Is that okay?” Agatha asked and you nodded your head fast. “Wes pwease auntie Agatha. I hurts weally bads.” You pouted and she copied you making you smile a bit. “That’s okay! I’m gonna help your mama make you some special tea and some soup! Go ahead and watch your show while we do that okay sweet pea?” You nodded and she patted your head gently as she walks into the kitchen where Wanda is.

The two of them spent an hour in the kitchen making you a special tea and some soup to help. They brought the tray in the living room and found you sitting up, still watching tv with your stuffy in your arms. “Here we go babygirl. Do you need mommys help to feed you?” Wanda said sweetly and you nodded your head yes. Agatha smiled and went to grab her stuff. “Well I’m glad I can help the two of you but I must be heading off now! I’ll call and check on y’all later! Feel better sweet pea!” She said as she walked out the front door. Wanda sat beside you as she fed you your soup and helped you sip on your tea. After you finished both things, you were getting really tired again. You gently pulled on Wanda’s shirt and looked up at her with sleepy eyes that made her melt.

“Boob mama? Pwease…” you asked nicely and she smiled at you, booping your nose, making you giggle. “Of course sweet girl.” She said and removed her shirt and bra, leaving her top half bare. She put you on her lap sideways and held you in her arms as you suckled on her breast. While suckling, Wanda started humming a lullaby that made you fall asleep and Wanda smiled to herself, happy that knowing that her little baby will start to feel better soon.

A/n: thank you for the great request Anon! I hoped you enjoyed and my friend @godhatesgoodgirls is sick so I think this fic was published at the right time so :) Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)