#The black phone agere

[fandom-kiddo]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Cg! Grabber, from black phone, x Little!reader please? Just like how he'd take care of them and act with them and stuff like that. That's all have a great day💜

Hi!!! I know this took a while!!! But it’s finally here! I hope you like it! Sorry if it’s short!

CW: slight mention of kidnapping, aggressive dog that isn’t really depicted as aggressive, gn!reader

CG!GRABBER X LITTLE! READER HCS

-at first when he first got you, you were terrified. Then, he let you be tiny and would get you toys and bottles and other little gear and you began warming up to him!

-Samson loves you and you get to snuggle up with the cane corso and play tug of war with him and fetch!

-when Samson accidentally bites you, Samson tries laying on your lap and kissing away your tears while your caregiver fixes up the little ouchie

-when the grabber knows you won’t run and the news has stopped covering your disappearance, he lets you play in his backyard with high wooden fences so you can still play outside!

--an amazing caregiver! Absolutely one of those cgs that would do anything for his little

-would play legos with you or color

-amazing at tag

-great for anxious littles! Can 100% be very soothing and sweet after a panic attack

-great for high energy littles as well too! He can be very hyper and energetic for his little one

-will hold you and rock you while your sleepy so he can help you sleep quicker

-great at calming you down after a nightmare

-would read you lots of bed time stories

“Please just oneeee moreeee?”

“Alright little one, but just one more mkay?”

-it’s never just one more, it will proceed till you fall asleep

-gives you a soda whenever you ask

-will chide lovingly if your a fussy eater, but will still make you a seperate meal if you don’t like what he made

-I thuroughly believe he would be a great cg for littles with autism, sensory overload? Will let you be alone or with him where everything’s quiet and your wrapped in for favorite outfit and blanket with your favorite stuffie!(ok a bit of projecting but)

-gentle but stern caregiver! Doesn’t often give punishments but if he does he usually has good reason!

-only lets his little see him without a mask, it took a while to be okay with it but if he really trusts you he’s okay not wearing the mask!

-spoils his little like no other! Toys, bottles, outfits, you name it! He wants his little one to have the best of everything!

-will let you play dress up and dress him up and have tea parties with you

-will play with action figures with you too if thats more your speed!

-fiercely protective of his little! He would probably be like a Karen mom if you got hurt at a play date or something lmao

-watches tv or vhs with you and says he won’t fall asleep and both of you are curled up and fall asleep within the first hour

[queenpupperz]

Hello!!!!! Um

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So I'm a Finney fictionkin & also an age regressor and when I saw your post about Vance being a caregiver oh my goodness I got so excited

Uh

So imagine this,,,, Finney being an age regressor and Vance being his cg :3

Cg!Vance and Little!Finney

Excuse me for my lateness but I’ve arrived with art + headcannons!

🚀 Finney loves to be cradled in Vance’s arms, especially cause of how warm Vance is.

👾 Finney babbles on about rocket ships and space and Vance just listens and nods with a small smile on his face

🚀 Finney fidgets a lot. One of his fidgets being Vance’s hair that he’ll play with for hours or just nuzzle his face into (and even chew on 😶)

👾 Nicknames Vance would have for Finney would be punk, dork, bub, and little guy

🚀 Vance lets Finney pick out snacks he wants at the Grab N Go and buys them for him

👾 Vance makes sure to watch his language and his volume around Finney, since loud stuff can bother him. Sometimes though, a few naughty words might slip out

🚀 *muttering about someone* “Son of a [redacted]..” “Yeah, son of a [redacted]!” “Hey, watch your mouth, punk.”

👾 Finney has Vance play with his little rocket ship figures with him, and Vance makes it more interesting in his own way.

🚀 “It goes aaaaaallll da way up to da moon!” *grabs a rocket figure and makes it fly up while making ship noises* *sends it crashing down against the floor, making a boom noise* “Oh no they all died!” *giggling* “Noo!”

👾 Lots of hair ruffling n head pats. Vance may not be the best with showing affection but he gives great cuddles

🚀 Dude struggles saying no to Finney. Vance may say no the first few times to whatever he wants but he’ll give in easily after more begging from his lil guy

👾 Finney has scary dog privilege. If anyone were to dare give a dirty look to him, Vance would make it known that his little guy is not someone to be messed with

🚀 Little Finney can’t reach something from a high shelf? No worries! Vance will lift him up from behind to help him get it.

👾 Piggy back rides. At high speeds. Finney loves it, it makes him feel like he’s on a rocket. Vance will even make rocket ship noises so that he’ll get the full experience.

🚀 Lil Finney brings out the soft side of Vance. The boy would never admit it but it makes him feel at ease taking care of someone and not being angry all the time. He’s content knowing he’s providing someone a good childhood that he never got.

👾 Storytime with Vance is very fun. Finney loves it every time Vance does different voices for each story character.

🚀 *reading normally to Finney* “Do da voices!” *hesitant cause Bruce is in the room* “Are you sure?” “Voices!” *sighs, mentally preparing himself for the amount of teasing he’s gonna get from Bruce*

👾 Bruce likes seeing Vance be all sweet to Finney and teases him about it (not in a mean way). He’ll even help take care of Finney with Vance.

🚀 Very much big brother and little brother vibes

[cutiepieautistic]

Regressor! Miles morales stimboard

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[boba-foxy]

pikachu samsung galaxy flip foldable phone

sauce!

[littlespacereader]

Hello, I was wondering if you would write a fic on Agere Steddie (Steve <3 Eddie) from Stranger Things?

Prompt: Steve finds out what agere is (even though he's been doing it for years behind his parents backs) through Eddie who has been a caregiver for a while. He's been having an awful day. His car broke down so he has to call Eddie bc Robbie isn't answering her phone and he can't take it anymore. He regresses in Eddie's van on the way home, hugging his hoodie like a blanket because he doesn't have any stuffies on him.

(preferred additions not necessary but would be fun: Black paci in a plastic case from Eddies bag, Steve wearing a Scooby-Doo shirt or watching it on TV, Eddie calling him Prince or Bubs.) (also plz dont use the other word for baby cat its a trigger.)

(if you don't take this it's chill, also, take your time. You're appreciated and loved!!)

Thank you so much for your request! I saw this story and my heart melted! I’ve never written Steve as a Little and Eddie as a Caregiver before (I’ve written them swapped) but this was so fun to write a different side of them! I’ll definitely have to write more of them like this! I hope you don’t mind me making it themed to fall with the leaves and Halloween themed. I tried to incorporate everything you asked as well! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request! @broke-art-girl 💞💞

Rescuing The Prince🍂🎃

Caregiver! Eddie Munson & Little! Steve Harrington

Tags- an accident, hurt/comfort, cuddles, forehead kisses, crying, comfort, overstimulation, happy ending, pacifier, cellphones in the 80s…sorry

Steve had been regression for years…but he never realized he was. Years of his life spent hiding his stuff animals till the night time so he could cuddle them, finding himself waking up with his thumb in his mouth, always playing with toys he found, slipping into a younger frame of mind.

It’s never happened at school, never infront of anyone else. But after a stressful day of finals, some arguments with Billy and others, Steve started regressing before he even made it to his car in the school parking lot.

Immediately Robin and Eddie stopped him from driving, seeing that something was wrong. Robin could understand what was happening but Eddie immediately did.

Eddie knew about regression and the signs of it. He swooped in and took Steve back to his trailer to be taken care of while he regressed. The next day the two talked and Eddie explained regression to Steve. It was as if someone had opened the shade to a dark house.

It was after that day that Eddie became his go to Caregiver whenever he regressed, feeling safe and comfortable around the heavy metal D&D player. And Eddie couldn’t get enough of his cuddle bug Little.

~~~

Steve sunk back into his seat, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. The fall rush of customers had overstimulated the heck out of him today, and with it created a growing need for regression.

The ice cream parlor was nothing but busy. Usually in the fall there were less customers, I mean who wants ice cream when it’s cold outside?

But the owners thought it would be a great idea to add pumpkin spice to their menu. Let’s just say everyone was running to the ice cream parlor to get a taste of the new flavor.

He held his shaking hands, trying to stop the trembling, trying to stop the tears starting to build in his eyes.

He would be okay, he kept telling himself, he just needed to get home. I mean it couldn’t get any worse than that in there.

Shoving the keys into the ignition, he pulled out of that parking lot and got the hell out of there.

He drove down the tree arched road. Fall leaves falling from the sky, all in different shades of red, yellow and orange. The radio played in the background softly as Steve navigated his way through Hawkins.

He would be okay…he would-…….why does it smell like burnt toast?

Suddenly his car started to jerk forward and putter on the road. He quickly pulled into the side of the just in time before the car died all together.

Steve sat there, in utter disbelief and shock. He tried turning his car back on but the ignition wouldn’t start. It just puttered then died again. He tried it two more times before he gave up.

And from his shock and disbelief, came anger. He slammed his hands on the wheel and said every curse word in the book to his car.

It was a release, a release of emotions from an overwhelming day. He started to cry as regression started to take hold. How would he get home? Was his car even savable? What was he going to do?

He grabbed his phone with a shaking hand. The tears in his eyes started made it hard to find his contacts.

His thumb hovered above Robin’s phone number. She was still at the ice cream parlor but he knew she would come and pick him up, she would take him home.

But that’s not exactly everything he wanted, was it? No. He wanted to be comforted, he wanted to be held, cuddled and told everything was going to be okay.

He wanted his Caregiver….he wanted Eddie.

He clicked on his name and waited anxiously as the phone rang, then rang, then-

“Stevie! How was work today?” Eddie’s cheerful voice rang through the phone.

Steve couldn’t even form words hearing Eddie. He just started crying, sobbing on the phone while trying to tell Eddie what was going on but it came as bits and pieces.

“Wowowowow. Bud, you gotta take a deep breath, okay? Come on, take a deep breath with me. In.” Eddie took a deep breath, and Steve followed.

“And out.” Steve followed his instructions again.

They repeat the action twice until Steve isn’t sobbing anymore.

“Feel better?”

“No.” Steve replied with a voice that told Eddie he was pouting without having to see him.

“Alright, well you sound calmer. That’s progress isn’t it Prince?”

Steve couldn’t stop the small smile on his face. But he still begrudgingly added a “…yeah…”

“So what happened?”

“My job sucks! Everyone was so mean today and it was so loud and everything was too much. And…And I wanted to go home and my car…I think it broke and I have no way to go home and now I-.”

“Stevie, Stevie, it’s okay, I understand now,” Eddie quickly stopped him from going right back to getting upset. “It’s been a long day, a long overwhelming day for you.”

Steve sniffled, rubbing his nose with his sweater sleeve. “Yeah…”

“Where are you at? I’m coming to pick you up.” He could hear Eddie shuffling around in his trailer.

“I don’t know.” He looked around outside. “I’m close to the corner of Washington but I’m stuck on Palmer. I’m right after the old movie theater.”

“Perfect. Thank you for telling me. Alright, I’ll be there to save you as fast as humanly possible. Wait for me my little Prince!” Eddie said overly dramatic to cheer him up.

And it did for a second, until Steve felt a twinge from his bladder, he whined holding the phone tighter. “Hurry please.”

“I’ll promise I’ll be there soon. Stay close to your car and don’t wonder off okay? Love you Bubs, be there soon.”

“Love you too Dadee.” Steve sighs as he hangs up the phone. He would be there soon, Eddie’s trailer wasn’t too far from where he was.

He squirms in his seat as he waits inside his car. Eddie told him to stay next to it, and he wanted to be good, after all he was coming to save him. But after a couple more minutes he realized his situation was a lot more dire than he thought.

He should’ve gone when he was at the ice cream parlor, but he was so set on getting out of there the moment he was off work that he didn’t think. He just wanted to be away from the people, from the noise.

Now he was crossing his legs and hoping it would just go away. He looked around, the old movie theater was really the only place he was around. There were no stores on Palmer for at least another block. And it wasn’t like he could just go outside on was the busy street.

Tears started to fall again as he realized his battle was one he was slowly losing. Eventually his pants started to get more and more warm as his body let go, having an accident in his car and in his pants.

This day could and has gotten even worse. He covered his face, crying into his hands as his pants got darker with wetness. He wanted to disappear, he wanted today to be over.

After a couple of minutes was a tap at his window that brought him out of his crying, “You’re under arrest. No Little as cute as you is allowed to have a bad day. Come out with your hands up.”

Steve turned and met his eyes with Eddie’s. “Dadee wait-.”

Before he had a chance to stop him or explain, the door was ripped opened and his wet pants and accident were on full display for Eddie.

Steve rarely had accidents, and when he did it was usually from a nightmare in the middle of the night. This…this was the first time during the day.

“Oh Bubs…” Eddie looked to Steve sympathetically. “What happened?”

“I didn’t…I tried to hold it…I didn’t know I…” he tried to say between sobs.

“Awwww, it’s okay bubs, I’ve got you, I’m here now. We’ll take care of this.” Eddie pulled Steve into a small hug, rubbing his back with one hand and cupping the back of his head with the other.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other.

Eventually Eddie broke apart, realizing he needed to focus on getting Steve out of here and cleaned up. He broke apart the hug, ending it with a small kiss to his temple. “There we are, no more tears pretty boy.” He leaned forward and wiped the last of his tears away.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to go back to my trailer, get you cleaned up and then the two of us are going to relax the rest of the day. How does that sound?”

“W-What about my car?”

“We’ll worry about this tomorrow. Right now as your knight in shining armor my biggest priority is my little prince. Come on, let’s go home.” He held his hand out for him.

Steve took it immediately, stepping out of his car and looking down at his soaked pants. He started to whine as tears brimmed his eyes.

“It’s okay, accidents happen to the best of us. You’re okay Stevie. Just a little accident.”

“I’m still big?” Steve asked with the littlest voice.

“Of course you are. But even big boy can have accidents. Don’t make you any less than you are. Accidents happen to everyone.” Eddie reassured.

They start walking Eddie leads him back to his van.

“But I’m gonna make your seats gross…”

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will, don’t want to dirty your van up…”

“I’m telling you this van has seen much worse.” He opens the door for him, “It’s fine Bubs, really.”

Steve hesitates for a moment, looking back to Eddie who gives him a reassuring nod. He climbs in and takes a seat in the passenger seat.

He goes to grab his seatbelt but Eddie grabs it for him, buckling him up, “Safety first. Can’t have my little Prince get hurt on the way home.” He smile back to him, patting his shoulder before he closes the door.

He gets into his seat and grabs his bag from the back. “Alright let’s get you settled and then we’ll be on our way.”

He digs through his bag before stopping and grabbing a black pacifier from its case, specifically Steve’s favorite paci. “Here bubs, this will help relax you.” Eddie hands it to him.

Steve plays with it for a minute before he puts it in his mouth and instantly relaxes. There’s something so soothing about it that just brings him back down.

“There we go, starting to feel better already.” Eddie smiles.

“Now I couldn’t find Mr. or even Mrs. Bear before I came here. I think they’re hiding extra good in my trailer. But I have a substitute.”

He leans back and grabbed his oversized hoodie from the back of the van. Steve reaches for it greedy. He brings it to his nose nose and inhale the scent that’s so clearly Eddie.

He brings is close, wrapping it around him, hugging it close. It was as if the world started to melt away.

Eddie smiles, buckling himself up and starting his van. “There we go. All settled?” He asked getting a small nod from the Little.

“Good, let’s go home.” Eddie put his van in drive and the two started to head back to the trailer.

~~~

Cleaned up and dressed in his favorite Scooby-Doo shirt, Steve and Eddie settled on the couch, watching the show together.

While it wasn’t the greatest idea to give a kid a ton of candy, in this case a regressed Little, Eddie felt after a long rough day a bit of their saved Halloween candy couldn’t hurt.

So there they were, Eddie’s arm wrapped around Steve. Steve watching the show carefully, face full of chocolate, cuddle close to Eddie, with the wrappers piled up on the coffee table while Scooby-Doo played on the tv.

The perfect way to end a horrible day.

“I think it’s the uncle.” Steve broke the silence, his eyes never leaving the tv.

“What? It can’t be him.”

“Yes it can! We haven’t seen him whenever the monster is around!”

“So?” Eddie smirked, knowing it was probably the uncle, but playing along as clueless.

“SO, that makes him suspicious!”

The cartoon plays on and sure enough…

“AHA! SEE!! I said it was him! I said it was!!”

“Wow! Look at you bub! So smart! I had no idea!!” Eddie smiles ruffling his hair.

Steve relaxes back against Eddie as the next cartoon begins to play.

“Maybe we should go as Scooby-Doo characters for Halloween?”

“Really? Who would I be?”

“Shaggy? And I’d be Fred because I’m pretty.” Steve giggles.

“I’m not going to be Shaggy but…” Eddie laughs, “Maybe I’ll be the vampire that chases the gang around.”

“No! Vampire!” Steve jumps up from the couch and starts running giggling all the way.

“Oh no! I’m coming to get you Fred!” Eddie holds his arms up and starts hissing, running after his Little Prince.

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Their girl, Part One

This is going to be Part One of a fic series set in a marvel alternate universe with a female college student reader & Wanda and Natasha. This is an Agere story SFW interaction only!!!

TW: Self deprecation, references of abuse if you squint

Translations: Malysh - Baby

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks @aggies-little-duck @helloomimi thank you guys for listening to rambles and decision making <3

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

The rain seemed to be coming down faster than your car was going. Thunder boomed and you jumped involuntarily watching as lightning illuminated the sky, the only light besides your dim headlights. You squint slowing down to read the sign just to see there was still over a dozen miles to your college. Waiting until the last minute to drive down had obviously been a mistake and the storm had slowed your progress. 

You were almost asleep at the wheel but couldn’t pull over in the storm. You glanced at your backpack overflowing with snacks and supplies and groaned. This was the only supplies you had not that it mattered because the apartment you had already paid the initial payment for had been closed due to ‘health violations’. You had just found out today and are going to be stuck without an apartment and you’ll probably have to be stuck in a crappy motel.

You push all these thoughts out of your head and focus solely on the driving as the stress clouds your brain. The rain makes it hard to drive and you start to slip and your grip locks onto the wheel as you regain control. You make it 10 miles that seem to drag on forever just for your engine to sputter and start to die. You were nearing a neighborhood (thank goodness) so pulled over into the road near the entrance.

By the time you turned the car off you were crying and you lightly banged your head on the wheel. Moving out of your old house had been stupid. You could’ve just stayed there no matter how…special your parents' forms of love were. And coming to this college? You were stupid they would realize everything you knew you were just faking. That you couldn’t write. Tears streamed down your face and you rubbed your eyes but it was useless. You sniffled and reached for your water bottle, your throat sore just to hear a knock on your window and you screamed.

You look up and see a woman with pale features, striking blue eyes, and short dark red hair holding a black umbrella above herself. She knocks again and you hesitantly roll your window down. “Um hi?” You ask hating how hoarse your voice is from the crying. “Hello my name is Natasha I’m sorry for frightening you but I was going on a walk and noticed your car. Are you alright?” She asks and you frown noticing an accent but not being able to place it. “In this weather?” You challenge and she chuckles raspily.

“I don’t mind storms malysh” she replied smoothly “I live a few houses down from here and my wife just finished making paprikash.” “And you aren’t a serial killer?” You say slightly teasing and the woman smiled “not as far as I know.” You hesitate but it’s still raining and you’ve been crying and you’re starving so you nod slowly. You grab your phone which is almost dead and then climb out grabbing your keys and a few crumpled dollar bills. She holds an umbrella above you “thank you” you murmur wiping your face trying to hide the fact that you had been sobbing in your car moments before.

Her gaze glances down at your face and you’re sure she must have noticed the tear tracks but she doesn’t say anything. The wind is pushing against you both hard but she has a strong grip on the umbrella. You shiver as you both walk in silence “so what brings you here?” She asks finally and you sigh “college” “that’s what brings most people” she says with a small laugh and leads you up to a large very nice looking house. It had a dark red door and bright windows and Natasha closes the umbrella sets it down on the porch bench before opening the door. “After you” she said with a smile

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ ICP Agere ໒ ˚⁎

Hey! I saw your Shaggy 2 Dope CG headcanons... and I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Shaggy is comforting an agere reader having a panic attack/mental breakdown after a horrible day? (Yes! I know requests are closed rn! I just wanted to get this ask in! I apologize! <3)

The day had been brutal. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, one of those days where the universe seemed to conspire against you. You stumbled into your small, dimly lit apartment, shutting the door behind you with trembling hands. The tension that had been brewing all day finally snapped, and you slid down to the floor, gasping for breath as panic took over.

You weren’t even sure how it started—just that everything suddenly felt like too much. Like an elephant was sitting on your chest, squeezing all the air out. Your mind raced, flashing back through every awful moment, every mistake, every fear

As your vision blurred with tears, you fumbled for your phone, not even sure what you were doing, until your fingers, shaky and instinctive, pressed Shaggy’s number. He picked up almost immediately

"Hey, what up, ninja ?" His voice was casual, slightly raspy with that Detroit drawl that always made him sound like he didn’t take anything too seriously. But you couldn’t answer; you could barely breathe. The static-filled silence must have hit him harder than you expected because the next thing you heard was, "Yo, you good ? What’s goin’ on ?". You swallowed hard, trying to form words, but they wouldn’t come. Just a whimper

"Ah, crap" Shaggy muttered, but there wasn’t a trace of impatience in his voice. "You at home ? I’m comin’ !"

A few minutes later, the faint knock on your door echoed through the small space, cutting through your racing thoughts. You scrambled to unlock it, barely standing as you pulled it open. Shaggy 2 Dope, face clean of the signature ICP paint, just wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans, stepped inside without a word

He took one look at you, eyes narrowing slightly, but then he did something you didn’t expect. Instead of asking questions or lecturing you, he knelt down in front of you and pulled you into a hug. It was awkward at first; the guy wasn’t exactly known for being touchy-feely. But you didn’t resist, collapsing against him, tears soaking into his hoodie as the panic finally started to break, like a dam cracking under pressure. He just held you, letting you breathe, letting you cry without saying a word

After a while, when your sobs had quieted down, he leaned back a little, still keeping one arm around you as he reached into his hoodie pocket with the other hand. He pulled out a plastic bottle of Faygo, of course he did, and handed it to you. "Here. Take a swig. Ain’t nothin’ like some good Faygo to put you back together !"

You managed a weak smile and took a sip. The drink sweetness hit your tongue, grounding you, bringing a bit of normalcy to the chaos in your head. But the heaviness in your chest didn’t leave. It never did, not right away. You were slipping, back into the smaller, safer version of yourself. The part of you that felt like a little kid, overwhelmed and unsure, that came out when things got too hard

Shaggy noticed the shift immediately. He might have been wild and brash most of the time, but he was sharp when it came to the people he cared about. He sat back a little, studying you, then reached into his bag again. This time, when his hand came out, he held a small pacifier, one you’d left behind in his car the last time you’d seen him. He handed it to you without making a big deal out of it. "Here, my lil’ homie" he said, his tone soft but playful, "thought you might want this !"

You hesitated for a moment, but when he nudged it closer, you took it from his hand and popped it into your mouth. The familiar comfort of the pacifier calmed you, helping you feel smaller, safer. Shaggy grinned. "There ya go, that’s better. Look at my little ninja now, all chilled out"

You snuggled deeper into his hoodie, feeling warmth from both the fabric and his words. You didn’t need to explain why you needed the pacifier or the safety of regression. Shaggy just got it—like he always did. He didn’t make it weird, didn’t question it. To him, you were just you, and that was enough

He said, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, "you wanna color or somethin’ ? I got some paper in my backpack. We could draw some wicked clowns or dinosaurs. Whatever you’re into, little homie". You blinked at him, surprised. It wasn’t the first time he’d offered something like that, but it still caught you off guard how easily he rolled with it. Most people would think it was strange, but not Shaggy. He treated it like just another day in the Dark Carnival

He dug into his bag and pulled out a small, crumpled notepad and some markers. "These are old as heck, but hey, a marker’s a marker, right ?". You nodded, feeling a bit more grounded as you took a red marker and started drawing aimless scribbles on the paper. Shaggy started doodling too, his version of a clown with a twisted grin and oversized shoes coming to life on the page. Every so often, he’d make a sound effect—"Whoop whoop !" or "Bam! Right in the nose !"—making you giggle quietly through the lingering anxiety

"There we go, sugarplum" he said, looking at your drawing with a heartwarming smile. "You got some real skills, y’know ? And if the world tries to mess with you again, you just let me know. I’ll hit it with a dropkick. Ain’t nobody gonna mess with my little Juggalo !"

You smiled, feeling lighter in the way only he could make you feel. The markers, the silly drawings, the warmth of his hoodie wrapped around you, and the comforting presence of the pacifier in your mouth—it was enough to make the day’s awfulness fade just a bit

Shaggy leaned back, tapping your shoulder lightly. "You keep bein’ the tough lil’ ninja you are, aight ? But you don’t gotta be tough all the time. You wanna chill, be my baby clown for a while, you do that. I got your back no matter what. Ain’t nobody out here judging"

He gave you a reassuring smile, calling you "kiddo" and "sugarplum" here and there, his voice soothing as you regressed a little further. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear those words from someone like him—someone so wild but fiercely loyal

"I got your back, always" Shaggy said seriously, tapping his chest. "Ain’t no one messin’ with my little homie. We family, and that’s for life!"

You nodded, sniffling but calmer now. Being with Shaggy, being in this small, safe moment, was enough. You didn’t need to explain why you needed to regress, why your mind needed this space to recover. Shaggy didn’t need explanations—he just accepted it, accepted you. And in that, there was a kind of magic, the kind that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay

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[everafter-life]

Less Than Three - Disko Wrap (Ricardo Autobahn remix) Inspired ID Pack

Name: R4wr

Age: 15 (Permateen)

Species: Transcomputer

Pronouns 3rd: It/It/Its, She/Her/Hers, Th3y/Th3m/Th31rs, Love/Love/Loves, Tech/Tech/Techs, Phone/Phone/Phones, Pix/Pixel/Pixels, OMG/OMG/OMGs, LOL/LOL/LOLs, <3/<3/<3s, 👾/👾/👾s, 📱/📱/📱s

Pronouns 1st: Me/My/Mine, Pi/Py/Pine, 0/0e/0y/0ine

Genders: Neutravoid, Lovegender, Gxrl, Techcoric, Scenecoric

Orientation: Queer, Biromantic, Aplflux, Panaesthetic, Hypersensual

Roles: Optimist, Attraction Holder, Comforter

Cis IDs: Cute, Scene, Azodiac, High Empathy, Happy, Hopeful, Silly, Extrovert, Cringy, Nightcore Enjoyer, Gr00med, Cyber Stalked, Virtual School, Poppy, Perma In Love, SH Addiction, Black Hair, Dyed Hair, Red Eyes, Permablush, Fat, Tooth Gap, Cuspid, Autism, Hypersexual, Lisp

Trans IDs: Mary Sue, Magical Girl, Kodo, Digital, Zodiacflux, Permanight, 2000s, Panbirthday, Idol, Furry Artist, N3cro, L0licon, Agere, Virtual World, Japanese, Tiny Apartment, Proship, Suibaiter, Homewrecker, Cheater, R@ped, Sev-Gr00med, Permagr00med, Suibated, Kidnapped, Nullsleep, Permadating, 2D, Amorabled

Paras: AAM, Detrans Kink, CNC, Autoaptophilia

Interests/hobbies: Vocaloid, Touhou, Gaming, Music, Roleplaying, Drawing

Sign off: 📲❤️

Typing Quirk: L337 Speak, All caps, Emoticons after every

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[babie-bunnii]

Black Garlic Cookie AgeRe HeadCanons!

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ᛝ - loves taking pictures + videos on cgs phone (not wanting to waste any of her own storage) ᛝ - likes stories about ghosts (ex: Ten Timid Ghosts) ᛝ - will pretend she's a YouTuber/streamer doing a vlog/live while playing ᛝ - points at everything and says "there's ghosts in there", even if there probably isn't ᛝ - regresses around 5-7, but occasionally will regress to 3-4 ᛝ - not open about regression, but not very secretive either. she tells her really close friends, but won't regress around them unless they've become one of her caregivers ᛝ - likes plushies of "spooky" animals/things. (ex: bats, ghosts, spiders, rats, etc.) ᛝ - likes blankets with Halloween patterns (and just Halloween as a whole) ᛝ - likes taking walks, especially on foggy days with her caregiver(s) ᛝ - tries to scare her caregiver(s) by saying there's a ghost somewhere around them (ex: behind them, in the closet, in their bedroom, on the couch/chair, etc.) thats all I have right now, sorry it's not that much (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

[frlinbruh]

Secrets are better said

• little! Chris x little!nate x cg!fem!reader

• a/n : age regressing is NON SEXUAL

“Chris you thirsty little man?” I asked from the kitchen, “Owange juice please mama” he called out, rolling the toy car infront of him, Nate looked at the car longingly, asif he wanted to be treated little like Chris.

Nate had never expressed to anyone that he might be and ager, but after being a CG for so long I know the signs of a little.

“Nate come to the kitchen please” I asked him, wanting to figure it out “umhm?” He hummed waking in “you know anyyyone can be a ager right?” I asked noticing his face turn red “Nate if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine, but are you an ager?” I asked “I don’t know, I think so but then even if I did I have no one to take care of me like you take care of Chris” he explained “do you want me to be your care giver?” I asked, he shyly nodded.

“Do you wanna play cars with Chris?” I asked and he nodded “yes ‘lease” I heard a little voice creep into his sentence “go play then” I said grabbing a second silly straw cup out of the the cupboard, filling them both with juice.

“Chris bud, I think you’ve got a new play date buddy” I told him setting the juices down “huh?” He asked looking up at me.

“Nate is also a little boy” I told him, he turned to look at Nate who was stood sheepishly in the corner, still not daring to play “ooo you play with me?” He asked Nate who looked at me for approval “go on bud” I nodded towards the race track in the floor, he hurried over to it.

Time skip:

“Nate do you want to have a sleepover with chris?” I asked noticing it was almost dinner time “‘lease?” He asked “okay” I nodded.

“Okay bud what do you want for dinner?” I asked Chris who was now playing with his ninja turtles “umm Mac cheese?” He asked, I nodded looking at Nate “what do you want for dinner little man?” I asked “me have Mac cheese also?” He asked and I hummed, making my way to the kitchen.

I plated up the pasta, setting it down on the counter calling the boys over to eat.

Whilst they ate I went to the guest room to set it up for the boys to have a sleepover in, pulling the 2 beds apart from a king size to two doubles, putting blue sheets on them both.

I made my way back downstairs to see they had both finished their food and were now sat at the dinner table, empty plates and cups infront of them. I cleaned up before walking back to the table.

“Okay, comeon let’s go get some pijamas on” I told them both, walking toward the stairs the two boys following me.

“Okay pick a pair please hon” I told Chris, he picked Batman pijama bottoms and a black top, “you too bud come pick a pair” I called Nate over, who picked Spider-Man bottoms and asked to not have a top, I agreed as it was warm today.

“Okay come on guys let’s brush our teeth” I said opening the bathroom door and turning the light on.

I realised Nate didn’t have a toothbrush, I grabbed a new one for him from under the sink, wetting it before putting toothpaste on it and handing it to him, doing the same with Chris.

“Good boys, sleepy-bo-bos (bedtime) now” I said as they both ran up to the beds, picking one each.

“Okay pick something to sleep to” I told them turning on the tv, they decided on cars the movie, both falling asleep 10 minutes in.

I went downstairs, cleaning a way the toys that were left behind before going back upstairs to get changed into my pijamas and got into bed. I was scrolling on my phone when I heard a knock kn my door. “Come in” I called out, it was Nate “you okay?” I asked noticing his red eyes and teary cheeks “ thank u for being my mama” he said running up to hug me, “you wanna go get Chris and you two can stay in here with me tonight?” I asked to which he nodded, running back I ur to get Chris.

They both snuggled into the bed next to me, I turned the tv on, playing cars again. And they were fast back off to sleep.

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- I’ve never done an age regression fic before so sorry if it’s really bad guys!!

- destiney luvs ya, mwah 😘 xx

[elliot-rambles]

❝𝕴𝖋 𝖆 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖌, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖉, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴'𝖒 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊❞

Hi! I'm Eli, your local alterhuman! This blog is for all sorts - heartstopper fans, umbrella academy fans, therians, alterhumans. Whoever you are, surely you'll have a place here <3 about our MaDD || tag list! || f/o list! || names we use! || interest list On the radio 🎧 LOVE YOU SO - Yung Kage x Isaacwhy x Yumi He loves it more than anything 🧡 Killer Klowns from Outer Space Hey sexy lady! 😍 Vance Hopper & Robin Arellano from The Black Phone

DNI: - basic DNI (racists, homophobes, transphobes, etc. - anti therians (why are you even here in the first place?) - PROSHIPPERS!!!!! - Z00PHIL3S!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!!!! I DON'T LIKE YOU!!!! - anti-recovery/anti-cluster a, b, c - anti-oxford comma (this is so random but I'm very passionate about it) - gore, smut, pro-conact big 3 paraphilias/any gross philias - proana/ed/sh blogs. this is very distressing as most members of our system (such as nico, raul, luther, and xip) struggled with things like this in the past. do not interact with me. do not interact with my blog. I check every blog I see pop up in my activity feed. if I see you, you will be blocked. - anybody mean in general (you will be blocked if I don't like you!)

Basic stuff: - Pronouns: they/he/kir/claw (check my pronoun page here for more details) - Gender: Agender, genderfluid, enby, gender apathetic masc - Other identities: timber wolf, Pallas Cat, crow, panther physical alterhuman - I am a petre/agere - I don't feel comfortable saying my age but little age can vary from 3-6, petre to a puppy - we have spherocytosis, minor POTS, and a spinal issue.

system info for y'all! :D : - we are the catch and throw system! we are a quiogenic system with an ever-expanding headcount, and I (Eli) am the front-stuck host! signoffs are as follows ^^ eli (host) - 🫶🪐🍄 (he/kir/xe/claw) xip (co-host) - 👻👾💋 (they/he/bro) raul - 🏳️‍⚧️🎨🎧 (he/they) luther - 🌕🌎💫 (he/him) maria - 🌈🌊🌫️ (she/her) jax - 🌙🕸️🪼 (they/aer) lulu - 🌷🐾🍨 (she/he) nico - 🌧️💀🖤 (he/they/cat/shad) kaecha - 🩷👘🌺 (she/her) danny - 🥇🥋🎒 (he/xe) johnny - 🎆🎒🔥 (he/him) pony - 🐎🧡☀️ (he/they) misha - 👾🌈🍪 (it/its) onyx - 🪸👺👀 (hyt/hyts) five - ⌚👀☕ (he/it) x-ray - (he/him) zigzag - (he/him) zero - (he/they) armpit/theo - (he/him) larry - (he/they) jack - (he/they/goober) side blogs: @king-of-the-dead (Nico)

newer reblogs will be under #eli rebarks, agere/petre stuff will be under #eli feels small, therian stuff will be under #eli's gone wild, answers to asks/requests will be under #eli's answers, basic text posts/fandom stuff will be under #eli feels chatty, system things will be under #catch and throw chronicles, caregiver stuff will be under #papa eli, and vents will be under #eli's darkest hours!! :0

Ever growing hoard of userboxes (all creds go to the creators! [@/kthecritter, @/genicpunk, @/ghosting-plural-userboxes, and @/hazelnut-hearts])

[rhodesrider]

My Girl

Mafia!Cg!Cody R. x Spoiled!Little!Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Agere, mentions of weapons, affirmation, cussing, fluff, mentions of violence and self defense

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A peaceful morning, the cool breeze in the room from the AC being triggered on a timer. A pair of rich brown eyes flutter open as the sun slightly grazes their eyelids, soon a sweet yawn behind it. Y/N smiled as her eyes adjusted finally and she got up slow, as there was her boyfriend sleeping soundly next to her. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek lightly slowly moving out the bed, not knowing he was silently counting down from 10 ever since she rose outta bed. He soon smirked counting at 1 and gets up in a swift movement grabbing her before she even touched the hardwood floor. “Papa no!” She squealed and soon was back in bed, her bonnet surprisingly still gripping her head while she was now locked in back in bed cuddled up against. “What’s the password?” He grumbled. “Let me go!” “Nah that’s not it.” He yawned and she looked away to dodge his morning breath scrunching up her nose some. “Papa please I have to do my skin routine!” She wiggled and whined but he had a good grip on her. “Bahhh you don’t have to, my babygirl is so perfect without it.” He whispered and kissed her cheek. She groaned soon getting tired from the moving around and was soon giving in, his warmth and his kisses were like a spell. Cody noticed and he smirked again, “But I’ll let you do your routine-“ he loosened his grip some and Y/N stayed where she was. “Nuuuuu!” She pouted. Cody smiled and held her close getting her comfortable. “10 more minutes with papa and we both get up ok?” She nodded and hid in the blankets more as he checked messages on his work phone.

After that, they both started to get ready for the day. Joint sink bathrooms, Y/N on her side had natural creams and most products of Cocoa butter scents. Leaving her skin smooth and sweet, glowing even. She checked her face for stray hairs and got on the counter for a closer look in the giant mirror. “Off the counter princess.” Cody warned. Sure it was strong marble but he didn’t want her getting hurt. Y/N rolled her eyes some and got down soon being given a face mirror. “You have so many mirrors baby use them.” He said going back to his skin routine. “But it’s different papa.” She pouted but used the mirror given to her anyway. After that she brushed her teeth and soon released her hair from her bonnet. She sighed knowing she really doesn’t feel like doing it, it was a lot to deal with. “Want papa to take you to your hair dresser? She wouldn’t mind a walk in.” Usually that means ‘give her a big tip outta my card’ so she doesn’t mind the walk in. “It’s ok baby, I’ll just moisturize it and put it in a ponytail.” She grumbled. Cody was already done and got the products out for her. “Can I help?” She can’t really get a good grip out of her hair so he’s her best bet. She nodded at his request as he was always so fascinated with her hair. She blushed as he ran his hands through her scalp with the moisturizer, and smiled as he was able to get a beautiful high ponytail. He brushed out her hair as she took some product making some cute curls on the side. “Rating?” “9.3.” his eyebrow arched in question but soon kissed her cheek. “Ok now a 10.” “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Breakfast came around and Y/N wasn’t hungry, but still needed something in her system. “Since you’re riding with papa, you know I eat first. So, chicken biscuits?” “I’m not in the mood for bread daddy..” she pouted not hungry at all. “Fruit bowl and I’ll stop at our coffee shop for your usual.” She smiled and nodded as she could deal with that, she sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen and watched as he pulled out fresh fruit getting it ready. He had a quick protein shake and soon both finished up their outfit getting out the door. But Cody glanced out the car first, his usual car was keyed and the tires flat. He groaned as he knew it was probably some kind of cute warning. But not to his work car. “Princess let’s go take the BMW.” He smiled as he shut the door and walked her to the garage. “Why not the other car daddy?” She pouted acting like she didn’t see the damage, Cody got the remote key and unlocked it. “I gotta get it fixed.” He smiled but really he was pissed. “Get yourself in, I have to make a call.” She nodded getting in as he opened the door for her and put her seatbelt on for her kissing her nose before closing the door. He sighed and controlled his anger, soon getting his phone and calling Jey his partner.

“You got Jey.” Jey answered as he was working on his car. “They touched my car, imma need you to pull camera when you get a chance.” “Got you, did she see?” “I don’t think so but she probably did. She’s smart.” He grumbled and leaned against the car. He doesn’t want Y/N to worry about this type of stuff, bad enough she knew. When they were in the first phase of dating, a good year in he hid his job well. But one night she wanted some snacks and stumbled upon a weapon wall. It was hard to calm her down and Cody thought he was gonna lose her, but she stuck by his side. She wants to be oblivious to his job but she knows. “Get here soon, I’m heading out now.” He sighed. “I got you uce.” They hung up and Cody got in letting Y/N start the car, she likes pressing the button. “Ok so after the coffee shop I’m just dropping out off to your nail shop, you text me when you’re done so I can pick you back up. Then a little shopping nothing big.” Y/N was listening but was more worried about the car she saw. Cody glanced at her then back at the road. “Papa doesn’t like that worried face, you ok baby?” She nodded. “You sure because I would hate to just head home after the nail tech-“ “Papa…” she looked at him with daggers. “Don’t look at me like that, what’s wrong?” “Why did they do that to your car?” Cody sighed. “Because they don’t like papa. But papa doesn’t care and when he finds out who did it, well we are gonna have to talk our feelings out.” Y/N nodded understanding. “I like you.” She giggled. “You don’t love me?” He gave a dramatic gasp and Y/N took it back quick having a laugh.

Throughout the day, the two would text each other. “Ok she’s starting my nails soon, what color papa?” She asked looking at the many colors in the guide. “Periwinkle.” He simply texted back honestly kidding but was wondering if they had that color. “Ok I’ll show you the finished product after! I love you!” She put her phone down and her tech started the process as they talked gossiping here and there. With Cody, he was looking back at camera footage Jey sent, seeing the masked assailant fucking up his car. He sighed and wanted him found because that was his favorite car. “Jey, anything else?” “It looked like he wanted to break in but he just left.” Jey said watching tapes back. “Yea he was smart as fuck that he just left.” Cody hissed some in anger. “I see a tattoo as well, it’s one of Roman’s boys.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Cute. He’s still mad about the last meeting we had. Find him.” His ordered and hung up loading his gun and putting it in the dashboard. He rode to one of Roman’s Chop shops and texted him. Soon Solo came out with him, he was in a tank top gloves on working. Seeing Cody he smirked and handed solo his gloves, walking to the car. “Cody. What brings you over on my side of town?” Roman was a man of business as well, Cody simply just gave him his phone showing pictures of the man’s exposed arms. “He fucked up my car and was thinking about breaking in my house.” Roman saw the tattoo. “It looks like one of my boys but i cut him loose a while back I think this is one that’s wanted and I’m looking for him too.” He grumbled. “Lemme know if you see him.” He gave the phone back to Cody. “You won’t protect him?” “He’s on my shit list he was trying to touch my girl.” He sighed. Cody looked behind Roman some seeing a girl handing out bottles of water for the guys to take a break. “Dasha? Making a pass at her? I’m surprised he’s not dead.” “She told me last minute. She broke down and was scared to tell me.” Even though most of the time these two don’t get along, they understand protecting what’s theirs. “I’ll let you know if he comes back around.” Cody saids and Roman nods patting the roof going back in the shop. He smiled at Dasha as she handed him a bottle as well, he smiled and kissed her forehead in thanks. She waved bye at Cody and he nodded driving off. Soon he got a text from Y/N, her nails were done. Seeing the picture of beautiful almond cute periwinkle nails, Cody loved them. He sent some hearts along with “I’ll be there soon.” But soon he saw a text that made his heart drop,

“Papa your friend just picked me up.”

Cody soon started to book it and track Y/N trying to know her exact location. He practiced this with her, making sure if this happened she would stay calm and act like nothing is wrong. “Princess, remember I love you. 5 minutes.” She read the text and looked at the driver some. She sighed keeping calm and smiled. “Could we turn on some music?” She asked. “Sure.” The dude smiled and turned on the radio. Yea, this was definitely not one of his men. They offer her bluetooth. She reached in her purse slow outta his view, and at a stop sign, she pulled out a knife cutting the side of his neck. He screamed at the top of his lungs, she got out the car and booked it for the nearest police station in town. The officer at the front desk looked at her seeing blood on her hand and face, lucky Cody paid of the police department. “Where’s Rhodes?” The policemen said. “Text him I’m here and let me hide in the booth.” Y/N instructed. The cop nodded and did so as she sat on the floor cleaning herself off. There were cops responding to the man she stabbed since he stopped in the middle of the road and caused a wreck. She sat on the floor getting her thoughts together. ‘Why am I always in some shit…’ she groaned.

Cody busted in the police station and looked in the booth dropping on his knees and hugging Y/N close. “You’re late.” She hissed and got up angry at the fact she has some man’s blood in his hair and stained in her nails. “I’m so sorry.” Cody sighed and held her so close embracing her. Soon regressing back, away from her anger filled automatic personality, she whimpered and started to cry. She was about to get kidnapped. “I know baby, I’m sorry papa wasn’t there.” He could tell the difference. Y/N shook in his arms and he simply picked her up and walked her out saying thank you to the police men.

At home, she sat in bed under blankets trying to relax. She was about to be taken away and if it succeeded what would have happened. She heard a knock on the door flinching slightly and peeked seeing it was Cody again. Coming up with some water and sitting by her. “You look cold.” He simply said. He got behind her in the bed and held her close. “Papa…he was gonna take me away…” she whimpered. “No he wasn’t.” She looked up seeing that Cody had some dried tears as well. “No one was gonna take you from me. Papa got to you. Papa got you home safe as sound. I promised at that the first time we met right?” She nodded looking out the window. “What if they come back for me again?” “I’ll kill them princess. You did such a good job defending yourself. But papa protects you. No matter what.” He said as he held her close. She enjoyed his embrace and felt a simple kiss on the lips. “Thank you Cody…” she mumbled and stayed in his arms as he rocked her back and forth. Cody was in anger, it might not be now but when the time is right he will find out who is behind this sending men to his home and trying to patience and bothering his peace…

[queenpupperz]

I just know little Finney would love these 🚀🌕

[eddi3spaghetti]

Requests are open

this is a sfw account and i can do agere but anything sfw im ok with

fandoms i will do:

it (the reboot)

the black phone

disventure camp

DDLC

sally face

camp camp

stranger things

y/n (i’ll do any gender)

bunk’d

jessie

OCs

creepypasta

squid game

heartstopper

the music freaks

danganronpa

dysfunctional perspective

i will do

-paci edits

-profile pics

-moodboards

-danganronpa rp as hiyoko

-headcanons

-c.ai bots

!!!!!this is sfw only!!!!!

my character ai account is pastelearthling65but i rarely use it if requesting romance i will only do fluff, romance, comfort, cuddling and no nsfw.

FYI no i will not do male x lesbian nor gay x girl

i do boyfriends slander!!!

[maskedvulpess]

Intro Post

REQUESTS : OPEN!

hi i'm adam :) i am an objectum abrosexual nonbinary . thing . idk

i also nonsexually age regress :)

otherkin identities : foxkin , mousekin , maskkin and dollkin

dni : basic criteria , radqu/eers , prosh/ip

i am endo neutral and pro contridiictory labels, however i am anti tra/nsid and anti prosh/ip.

this is a personal account as well as a request blog! under the cut is my request rules and guiidelines :)

what i have for requests ::

– userboxes (speciify what color, theme, image you want, and what text you want)

– moodboards (speciify a theme and anythiing else you would like included)

– id packs (only have to include an alterhuman identiity you'd want it based on)

– wallpapers (device, theme and anything else you'd like included)

– icons (character is the only thing required, but you can also request a shape of the pfp, flags (up to three atm), and anythiing else you want, i can try to do)

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request ex ::

hi, could i get a foxkin phone wallpaper with themes of fire and wings?

could i have a heart shaped pfp of shadow the hedgehog with the objectum flag in the background?

could i get a mime themed (black background, white text) userbox with a picture of a bat that says "this bat is nonverbal"?

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things you can request :

— flag inspired thiings (please link the flag if you can!)

— alterhuman/otherkin/theriian stuff

— objectum stuff

— agere stuff

— stuff wiith gore/gorey sources

thiings you cannot request :

— any tra/nsid iidentiity

— um idk. porn stuff? idk. i'll let you know if i won't do your request.

[writerpey]

Agere canons with Wednesday Addams 1, 4 & 10…🥹🫢

Agere headcanon ask game with Wednesday Addams!

thank u for the ask! I had a lot of fun with this one—and it’s so nice to write for little wednesday again <3

1: how did they find out about age regression? and 4: is their regression more voluntary or involuntary? do they ever regress without realizing it?

Wednesday is definitely an involuntary age regressor who only understands it based on her own personal experiences—until Enid pulled up her unexplainable feeling on the internet. By the time she hit her teens, she found herself feeling small whenever she was overstimulated or incredibly frustrated with her inability to focus on writing her novel on evenings when everything felt muddled in her head. She was afraid at first, as the type of fear that settled in her chest made her feel uneasy in her own body rather than giving her a well-earned shock from a frightening film or foreboding anxiety from a novel. Weds ended up leaning into the fear—a subconscious answer to much of the darkness she loved to surround herself in—and found comfort that she hadn’t wanted when she actually was a child but found herself desiring now.

Weds therefore started regressing involuntarily at home, slipping into what she told Morticia was a trance of sorts, setting little fires about the house and falling asleep in front of them as if they were an arsonist’s lullaby. Her parents started referring to her as their “little bat” when she’d look up at them with wide eyes from her hastily constructed guillotine that looked quite like the one she made at the age of four to decapitate her barbies.

Enid is the one who ended up explaining to Wednesday what exactly was happening when the brooding girl grumbled about her unfortunate need to have Thing sign Grimms’ Fairy Tales to her so that she could sleep. Enid hopped onto her bed and shoved her phone into Wednesday’s hands, an article about age regression bright on the screen. Wednesday was embarrassed and tried to give Enid’s phone back, but after some whining from Enid she acquiesced. It clicked in Wednesday’s head immediately that yes, this was exactly how she felt. It took about five minutes before Wednesday threatened Enid with a stern tone to not tell anyone unless she wanted her claws clipped in the night.

10: do they have any regression gear (teethers, pacifiers, specific toys or outfits, etc.)? do they try to hide it from friends/family?

Wednesday has more regression gear than one would expect! She has a rather ratty old blanket from when she was a baby that stays tucked in her pillowcase, only to come out on nights that she feels especially small. The girl has an array of dolls that she’s fine with anyone seeing; beat up barbies that appear to be bleeding from their appendages, vintage porcelain dolls that look a little too perfect for their age, and some hand sewn plush bats.

What she keeps to herself are her more treasured and personal items, the first being her tiny black calico/sylvanian kitty. She carries it around with her everywhere when she’s little, but keeps it tucked in her pocket when there’s others around. It has no name aside from kitty, and she fiddles with it when anxious and quietly plays with it when she feels a little less murder-y than usual. The second item is her teether! It’s black and dark purple, very beat up, and used often because she has the need to chew with all her might—and getting doll hair in your mouth is not a fun experience. Weds also has a specific pair of overalls she likes to wear when regressed. Black denim with a pocket at the chest, perfect for kitty to sit in with its head poking out to see the world.