we should talk more about messy regression . . .

⧽ throwing tantrums just to get the icky feelings out

⧽ hiding away from things because they don't make you feel amazing

⧽ kicking and fussing because you feel so fussy for no reason

⧽ having to cling to a stuffie at all times

⧽ crying over the small things

being an imperfect little isn't bad at all !! you just express yourself differently ! o(>∀<*)o

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Jellycat of the Day | 10th July 2026

cielcoric

🥣👑🐰⧽ a nftu personal xenogender based off a connection to ciel phantomhive as well as kidcore ⼃heisei retro aesthetics◞ and themes such as boyhood, bath toys, childᯇlike wonder, water, lucky clovers, being a sailor, and primary colors.

╰୧ ͜ coined by me◞ ciel .ᐟ

please do not use for personal use. this is to describe my relationship with gender .ᐟ

mornings with your caregiver. feeling the mixed warmth of them and your blankets when you wake up, the sun shining on the two of you and the sounds of your caregiver stirring. their eyes finally opening and focusing on you, their little baby, and a tired smile grows as they scoot closer and closer.

mumbling a "good morning" and pressing a kiss to your forehead. they ask if you slept well, had any dreams of magical lands or wild animals or maybe a cartoon you watched the night before. the next question makes you cling to them, whining for more minutes staying like this.

but as your caregiver, they ease you into the routine of getting ready; brushing and styling your hair, picking out your clothes and letting you pick out theirs. watching with love in their eyes when you put together one that matches yours. and finally its breakfast time: a sippy cup next to a mug, a divided plate next to a full one, fork and spoon with your favorite character on them next to plain silver ones.

hearing "eat up kiddo, i want you getting big and strong" like every morning. being little in every way and being loved by them.

mornings with your caregiver. feeling the mixed warmth of them and your blankets when you wake up, the sun shining on the two of you and the sounds of your caregiver stirring. their eyes finally opening and focusing on you, their little baby, and a tired smile grows as they scoot closer and closer.

mumbling a "good morning" and pressing a kiss to your forehead. they ask if you slept well, had any dreams of magical lands or wild animals or maybe a cartoon you watched the night before. the next question makes you cling to them, whining for more minutes staying like this.

but as your caregiver, they ease you into the routine of getting ready; brushing and styling your hair, picking out your clothes and letting you pick out theirs. watching with love in their eyes when you put together one that matches yours. and finally its breakfast time: a sippy cup next to a mug, a divided plate next to a full one, fork and spoon with your favorite character on them next to plain silver ones.

hearing "eat up kiddo, i want you getting big and strong" like every morning. being little in every way and being loved by them.