#age regressor Vaggie

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Little!Vaggie and Caregiver!Husk?

Vaggie's been having a really bad day and regresses from the stress and bad emotions. Husk notices and looks after her like a papa cat would do with their kitten

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Moth, or kitten?

Word count: 1385

Pairing: Caregiver!Husk & Little!Vaggie

TW: Brief references to alcohol

Description: After Vaggie doesn’t make an appearance for dinner, Husk is a little concerned. Can he help his little feel better?

Vaggie lied on the floor of her play tent.  She wasn’t really sure why she had slipped today, but…

Everything felt like too much.

Even the basic things–getting out of bed, forcing some food down her throat at breakfast time, dragging the motions of showering and getting dressed…

It was just too much.

Stupid brain, Vaggie thought, trying her best not to start crying.  These were basic needs that everyone should be able to accomplish–the bare minimum.  And there really wasn’t anything in particular that was upsetting her; there weren't any major issues, so why were they crying like a baby?

She should be finding Husk right now, Vaggie knew that.  The Caregiver had made it abundantly clear that he wanted to supervise her whenever she regressed.  But she couldn’t bring herself to leave her sanctuary, where her blankets and stuffies created a shield that reality couldn’t break.

Husk shouldn’t have to deal with me anyway, Vaggie thought, hugging her stuffed dinosaur tighter.  I’m a big kid, I can take care of myself.

Desperate for a distraction, Vaggie tried focusing on her tablet’s screen, which was currently playing an episode of My Melody.  Don’t cry, don’t cry, Vaggie repeated to herself.  She hated crying.  Crying was bad; it made her throat tighten, her head pound, and no one was here to help if she started to panic.  

  So she pretended none of it was real.

***

It was dinner time.  Alastor had just finished making po boy sandwiches, with Niffty speedily dishing it up and dashing the bowls to the table.  The others filed in one-by-one, from Charlie to Husk, all of whom seemed pleasantly appetized by the aromas emitting from the steaming meal.

Husk, gazed upon the table as he moved to sit down.  Surprisingly, there was one seat empty.  Vaggie’s.  It was rare for the moth to skip meals.  As much as she distrusted Alastor, even she couldn’t deny his cooking was delicious.

“Has anyone seen Vaggie?” Husk inquired.

“I texted her to come down; she didn’t answer,” Angel shrugged.

“And I checked her room to tell everyone it was supper time!” Niffty chimed in.  “She wasn’t there though.”

Husk nodded, before abandoning his plate.  His instincts told him to find the moth; she had to be in some kind of distress to skip mealtime with the Hazbin Hotel’s residents.  But where was she, and why?

“I’ll be back; I’ll see if I can find her,” he excused himself.

With that, Husk retreated from the dining room, heading for the staircase.  If Vaggie wasn’t in her room…and she wasn’t responding to messages…and she hadn’t been flying for the kitchen the moment the smell of roast beef and shrimp had drifted through the air…

The cat had a hunch.  

Instead of going to Vaggie and Charlie’s penthouse, he headed for his own room.  The moth had a tendency to hide there when she got overwhelmed, and especially if she did not wish to be found. 

When he arrived inside his bedroom, his sharp gaze swept the room for disturbances.  It was as calm as ever; the usual mess of a couple empty bottles, cards, and clothes littered the floor (the room used to be a disaster zone, he’s certainly done better of keeping it clean since Vaggie starting spending time here).  No unusual sounds or other disturbances disrupted it….

Then he spotted it.

Vaggie’s play tent in the corner of the room was closed, tied off with the velcro straps from the inside.

Husk sighed softly, making his footsteps obvious (as not to startle her) as he approached the teepee.  He could hear slow, heavy breathing from the other side, and the occasional rustling confirmed his theory.  

Husk knelt down to the floor, sitting outside the tent.  Dutifully, he knocked on the hardwood boards.  True, he could have simply pulled the tent flaps open, but he had manners, thank you very much.  If Vaggie wanted to be left alone as her hiding place suggested, he wouldn’t disrupt.

“Vags, you’re missing dinner.  You want to come down and eat?” Husk’s deep voice inquired as softly as he could.

A short puff of breath, then a soft, “...no.”

“Do you want me to bring you some?  You can eat here if you don’t want to come down.”

“...No.”

Husk paused for a few seconds, considering his options and the situation.   Vaggie wanted to be alone, she was refusing to eat, and she didn’t seem inclined to talk either.  Chances were, something had triggered her earlier, something that caused her to slip into headspace and shutdown. 

 He could leave her alone as she wished…but would that really be the most helpful thing?  The thought of leaving her unattended with her misery sounded wrong; his instincts imploring him to find the root of the problem and solve it.  And leaving her to neglect her needs was the very opposite of the job he had signed up for.  

“Can I come in there with you?” Husk suggested.

There was a brief hesitation and then a fumbling of the tent flaps before the fabric doors opened.  Inside, Vaggie was surrounded by stuffed animals and blankets.  Her tablet played a cartoon, which she seemed to stare at dazedly.  There was also a stack of crayons and coloring books which lay untouched.

Carefully, as to not disturb the sanctuary’s order, Husk crawled inside.  The tent was cramped, but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  Vaggie scooted over to make room, hugging her stuffed animals to her chest.

“What’s going on, kiddo?” Husk inquired, sitting cross-legged beside her. 

Vaggie shrugged, burying their face into their stuffed animal's fur.  Though her face was half hidden, Husk could tell she was lying.

“Whatever’s bothering you, I’d be happy to help,” the Caregiver prompted, hoping to encourage some real response.  “I just don’t know what you need right now.”

Vaggie stared down, refusing to meet his eyes as she rocked in place.  A self soothing motion, Husk noted.  However, the additional notice of distress did little to actually explain what was wrong.

“Bad day.  Dunno why?” she mumbled.  

“Sorry to hear that, bug,” Husk replied, keeping his voice even and soft.  “How about we start with taking care of you?  Have you had anything to eat?”

Vaggie shook her head.

“How about a bottle?”

A nod.

“Some snuggles?”

Another nod.  

The responses weren’t much but they were enough to encourage Husk.  If Vaggie was responding, even nonverbally, then it was a positive sign.  She likely wouldn’t resist caregiving.

Gentle and precise, Husk gathered the moth in his arms and carried her out of her play tent, her tablet also tucked under his arm.  He thanked his past self for having the idea to keep some of Vaggie’s gear, including her bottles, in his room.  His minifridge, which had once been exclusively inebriating drinks, was now stocked with protein-enriched formula that would make a suitable meal for his Little one.

Feeling Vaggie’s arms wrapped around him tightly, he couldn’t bring himself to leave her on the bed alone.  He gave her a soft, comforting squeeze as his wings shifted to wrap around her like a blanket.  With a soft pur, he rested his cheek on the top of her head.

As much as he hated his demon form, he couldn’t deny its uses in instances such as these.  He had never been the parental type while alive, but his distinctly cat-like instincts at least made him adequate.  He would live with this form, perhaps even grow to be thankful for it as long as it helped Vaggie.

Soon, the bottle was filled and heated, and the two made it to Husk’s bed.  Snuggled up to her Caregiver’s side, Vaggie mumbled a few words behind her bottle, but otherwise seemed content.  Husk kept her close, nudging her with his furry cheek if she became fussy.   The sunset outside, the stars gradually appeared, and the two were left to themselves.

The peacefulness calmed them both, Vaggie returning to her usual little self.  Soft, unintelligible mumbles became clearer as she rambled to Husk about her day, the drawing she was working on, the cartoon she wanted to watch—absolutely anything that came to her mind.  Husk nodded along, enjoying every word, knowing them to be sure signs Vaggie was feeling better.

[jacksdinonuggets]

agere whump hcs for Vaggie and/or Charlie?

Sure.

Vaggie

Vaggie struggles with depression and will sometimes regress when her self-hatred thoughts get too bad. She also has to be reminded to take her antidepressants so she won't end up in another funk.

She also sometimes struggles with eating. Although it's not a constant thing, she will refuse food every once in a while and try to skip meals. Charlie or Carmilla has to calm her down and clear her unhappy thoughts and get her bottle (or nurse if it's the AU where Charlie has the ability to do so. Idk if I'll ever have carmilla have that ability though)

Vaggie has self-harmed but is working to get clean. she had scars on her lower arms which is why she wears gloves all the time. She can get pretty self-conscious of them when little though. So Charlie will either give her some pastel long gloves, or will put kiddie Band-Aids over them.

She struggles with panic attacks and nightmares and has a bad habit of hitting herself, pulling at her hair, or scratching her arms when little and sometimes big. so whenever she's having more of an impure regression she'll have to wear sized up baby mittens. She can pout and cry all she wants but Carmilla nor Charlie will give in and let her hurt herself.

Charlie

Charlie has a bad tendency to overwork herself. She'll pull all nighters way more often than she should and Lucifer will have to get her to regress in order to put her to bed. Big Charlie is way more harder to get to bed than toddler Charlie.

She tends to get overwhelmed in certain situations easily and they can cause her to involuntarily regress. She hates involuntarily regressing, even if it doesn't really happen often with her.

Charlie tries to be independent but it can be really stressful for her. When she starts to get an increased heartrate, she'll take a break from work and try to relax for a bit, or hand her work to someone else. She knows when things get too much and when it's time she can be dependent on someone.

[lil-angel-vaggie]

*watches How to Train Your Dragon with Charlie*

*baby mode activated and suddenly needs a dragon plushie and toys*

[moonhowler]

Sad big Vaggie trying to regress. Heavily inspired by this drawing

[shhtickerbook]

Hiiii!! Sorry the ask from that other anon was kinda (really) scary :[ I hope you’re doing good!! I was wondering if I could request art of Age Regressor Charlie and Vaggie as her caregiver? (I headcanon that Vaggie calls her “little angel” so maybe Charlie has a bear plush with a halo or somethin?) ^ also I haven’t seen episodes 7 and six yet if that helps i hope you have a good day!! 💖💖💖💖

Vaggies got the baby!

When charlie isn’t running around the hotel causing havoc (usually led by angel or nifty) she’s demanding to be carried! Good thing Vaggie can carry her around with ease

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I forgor to add the bear sorry!

[fuzzythoughtspup]

Little ballerina 🩰🍼💖

[ember-owlet]

i care them,,,, flip x flip chaggie with different leans supremacy /lh ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[k1tty-st4rz]

Little vaggie headcanons?

she’s so cutie patootie (she could kill me in a second)

Little Vaggie Headcanons

involuntarily regressor mostly! whether it be positive or negative triggers :P

she regresses 2-5, 1 on a bad bad baaaad day

shyest baby everrr!!! she jus clings to Charlie :3

^Charlie is her caregiver. very rarely she has Husk babysit her :3

so scared of the dark when she little :( so Charlie got her a cute little nightlight!

 she got a music box and when she little and can’t sleep, she sits up and cranks it so the music plays. it might wake up Charlie but she just really likes the music 

ashamed of her regression bc she’s supposed to be big n tough ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ but instead she has a teddy bear in her arms and a paci in her mouth…

she gets panic attacks from trauma and it can get really bad D:

mostly nonverbal, most she can get out is a very smol sentence or just a word “mama”, “mine!”, “read”, etc

she CANT ask for help because of habits

[leila54yks3]

Little!Vaggie having a playdate with little!Angel and little!Alastor?

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Little!Vaggie and Caregiver!Angel

Vaggie notices her big bro Angel is upset after Val was being a jerk so she draws him a drawing to cheer him up

Such a cute idea; it was so fun to write ❤️❤️❤️. I myself use making things (name,y drawings or baking) as a love language, so this was so sweet to me. I hope you like it too, and thanks for the request!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Drawing a smiley face

Pairing: Little!Vaggie & CG!Angel (with a brief appearance from a CG coded Husk)

Wordcount: 1472

Description: Angel returns to the Hazbin Hotel after work, looking worse for wear. Vaggie can’t stand seeing her big bro looking so down, so she plots to get a smile back on his face, using nothing but her wit, Husk’s advice, and her crayons (Mostly fluff, a little Hurt/comfort)

Drawing a Smiley Face

There was something wrong with Angie, Vaggie knew that much for sure the moment he arrived back in the Hazbin Hotel that morning.

She herself had just woken up, and had wandered downstairs to the lobby to see if Alastor and Niffty had finished breakfast yet.  She was yawning and scrubbing her eyes, carrying a plush bunny under her arm as she descended the stairs, when the front doors opened.  A distinct form entered the building, one she could recognize even when her half-asleep eyes wouldn’t focus: Angel Dust.

His white fluff and pink suit and lanky body were impossible to miss, and Vaggie felt herself wake up a little more with the excitement of seeing her friend.  She picked up the pace, hurrying down the stairs to greet him as he dragged himself over to the couch and collapsed onto it, seemingly exhausted.  

“Hi, Angie!” Vaggie greeted as she reached his side.

The spider only grumbled something, sounding exhausted but not angry.  Did he have a bad day?  Vaggie asked him as much, but he only waved her off with a shaky “I’m fine, toots.” 

But Vaggie didn’t believe him!  Not at all!  If he was ‘fine,’ then he wouldn’t be slumped over the couch with his face pressed into the pillow and have his arms wrapped tightly around his torso.  He only did that if he didn’t feel good!

She poked him, trying to rouse him from his obviously miserable state.  Maybe a tea party would help him feel better.  Or having breakfast.  He always liked seeing Husk in the morning too.

“Angie,” Vaggie insisted.  “Have breakfast!”

“Not hungry, right now.  We can play later, okay?”

His voice maintained patience, but it was strained.  Tired.  Hoarse even, as if he was coming down with a cold.  But he couldn’t be sick, he was just fine last night before work!

Oh.  Work.  Vaggie realized.  She didn’t know very much, any real specifics, about Angel’s work under Valentino.  But even Little she was smart enough to notice when he had new bruises underneath his frosty white fur and when he wouldn’t want to be touched.  She didn’t need to hear anything else about it, not that Angel would ever disclose such information with her, to realize that Valentino was not a good person.

Maybe I should leave him alone then, Vaggie thought, sighing softly to herself and walking away.  As much as she longed to give him a big hug, she knew it would only make him feel more trapped and sad.  But there had to be something she could do to help him feel better!

Dejectedly, the moth demon tread to the dining area, where Husk was sitting with his cereal.

“Hey, kiddo.  What’s wrong?” he greeted.  Evidently, he noticed her sorry frown and dragging footsteps.

“Angie is sad,” she replied grumpily as she flopped into the seat beside him.  “He had a bad day at work.  Why can’t he get fired or something?”

Husk huffed half a chuckle and patted her head, though his eyes spoke pity and understanding.  

“I don’t think Valentino is planning on firing Angel any time soon.  But I wish he could stay home too.”

“He doesn’t want hugs when work makes him sad,” Vaggie complained.  “But he needs to feel better!”

“It’s important to respect that Angie doesn’t want to be touched right now, but there are other ways you can help cheer him up,” Husk reminded her gently.

Vaggie looked up at him curiously.  She hadn’t considered any other ways; especially since Angel didn’t seem keen on playtime right now either.  And if he wasn’t hungry then surely a sweet treat would not be helpful.  How could she possibly brighten his mood if he wanted to be alone?

“He doesn’t want to play either.  And he said he wasn’t hungry,” she pointed out.

Husk nodded thoughtfully, undeterred.  “He likes it when you draw him pictures, doesn’t he?”

Vaggie brightened instantly, the realization seeming so obvious but grand nonetheless.  Of course!  Angie loved coloring with her.  And he loved it when she made him a drawing just for him!

“Yeah!  I’ll draw him something,” she declared, already scrambling out of her seat.

“Not until you’ve eaten breakfast,” Husk caught her sternly.

“Fine,” she grumbled.  “I’ll think about what I’m going to draw him.”

***

Half an hour later, full from scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and cereal, Vaggie brought all her art supplies to her play mat in her and Charlie’s penthouse.  Crayons were her favorite at the moment; their colors were bright like markers, but they didn’t make the corners curl upward like the marker moisture did, and they were easier to work with than colored pencils, which constantly needed to be sharpened.  So, the waxy substance found its way across almost every inch of the paper, forming an explosion of colors that Charlie would have approved of.  Maybe I should make a drawing for her too.  And for Husk.  But Vaggie shook the thought from her mind for now.  For now, she wanted to focus on Angie!  He needed cheering up!

With her determination reinvigorated, she reached for her magenta crayon and scribbled a couple hearts in the corner.  A rainbow found its way at the top, in the sky beside the sun.  She made use of silver for both of their stick figure forms, sure to include pink on both of their outfits too.  She even made the sky blue and grass green because Angel recently said he missed seeing those things.  In Hell everything was red.  

Finally, she felt satisfied by her work; felt that she had poured enough love and dedication onto a piece of paper that it would be impossible for Angel to stay sad when he saw it.

She folded the page in half, careful to keep the corners in line and the crease even.  Once accomplished, she found the front side and in haphazard penmanship scribbled: “To: AnGiE.  FRom: vAGGiE.”

Perfect, she thought, giving the drawing one last inspection as she climbed to her feet.  Now all that was left was to give it to Angel!  Was he still in the lobby?

Vaggie wandered out of the penthouse and took the elevator to the first floor.  She kept her card held carefully in her hands, as if even the slightest wrinkle would scar it forever.

When the double doors slid open again, she craned her neck around to see that Angel was still laying on the couch.  At first glance, he seemed in better shape than that morning, a bit more spread out and scrolling through his HellPhone.  But as she drew closer, she noted his frown had not disappeared and he hadn’t gotten changed into his loungewear yet.  

“Angie?” she got his attention before holding out her card.  “I made you something.”

The arachnid smiled tiredly, taking the paper.  “Aw, that’s sweet of you, toots.  And look, you even wrote my name on it.  Now Husk can’t try to steal it, huh?”

“Nope!” Vaggie giggled.

Angel flipped open the drawing.  The moth watched his reaction carefully, as he took in their crayon-drawn selves holding hands on an earthly field, surrounded by flowers and rainbows and all the other nice things Charlie talked about constantly.  She had included as many details as she could, from clouds to a bowtie on Angel’s likeness.

“Aw, I love it,” Angel huffed softly, his smile a little less worn and considerably more genuine.

“Does it make you feel better?” Vaggie inquired, determined to know if the plan she and Husk had hatched proved itself worthy.

“You know what?  It does,” Angel replied.  “You must have worked really hard on it; there’s so many pretty colors.  You even included Fat Nuggets with us; he’ll love it too.  I’m going to keep it forever.”

Vaggie relaxed, a burden off her shoulders just hearing Angel’s voice calm and even.  It was already improving from earlier that morning, when he had only mumbled his words and strained to even move.

“Will more pictures make you feel more better?” she asked.

“I’m sure they would.  How about you bring your coloring down here and we put on a movie before I go to sleep?” Angel suggested.

Enthusiastically, Vaggie nodded.  “Will you color too?”

“Sure, toots.  How about I make something for you, and you make something for me?”

“Okay!”

And so, the rest of the morning and into the afternoon was spent with stickers and crayons and stamps, with the TV playing softly in the background.   Their stack of artwork grew higher and higher, surely so big there wouldn’t be room on the fridge for all of it.  But, Vaggie wasn’t worried about where they’d put all their drawings when they were done; only whether or not it would make the smile on Angel’s face get impossibly bigger.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Omg guys i just got an idea for a fic or rp. So what if permaregressor (or normal) Vaggie ends up choking on her food at dinner, but afterwards, starts to refuse solid foods for a couple days, needing to be bottle fed formula. Carmilla just hopes this isnt going to be part of her normal permaregression but luckily, she gets her to eat some solids after a while.

This is definitely not because i just had my monthly choking fit AT my aunts christmas eve party.

But if anyone wants to write this, feel free to, i probably won't this for another week or so (and i like seeing how others write prompts)

[melyasssy]

Vees Punk Version⃝☆

Cr: Volkynove on X (Twitter)

[moonhowler]

How about you draw babyspace Vaggie?

I wonder where here mama is taking her! She seems happy.

[babyboobeth]

hii!!! i was wondering if you'd be willing to do some vaggie (hazbin hotel) content? id be happy with coloring pages, headcanons, or a "this or that" themed after her! whichever one you feel like doing :] lots of love ! no pressure to do any !!

Sorry it's short I've never done one of those before :3 Vaggie Regressor Headcanons!! - Vaggie is a flip! - No one but Adam and Charlie know Vaggie regresses, she keeps it a big secret - Vaggie looks after Charlie when Charlie's feeling little - Vaggie is an involuntary regressor! - Her little age is 3-5 - Adam was her caregiver for a few years in Heaven, it's a secret he's kept to this day - When Vaggie has the time to be little she likes to spend it following other members of the hotel around or having tea parties with Charlie - Vaggie is a bedwetter when regressed - Charlie found out Vaggie was a regressor shortly after an extermination day - Vaggie and Charlie set up a nursery for Vaggie in one of the unused bedrooms of the hotel - Vaggie tends to stop speaking when she's regressed - Her favourite little space outfit is one of Charlie's old dresses

[fandom-nursery]

Vaggie agere headcanons

Regresses between ages 0-7 but tends to end up in younger headspaces more often

Charlie insisted on her having scheduled times for regression since she was struggling with allowing herself time to be small  

Has a hard time getting into her headspace sometimes since it used to be something she needed to control a lot more since slipping during training or during and actual extermination was out of the question and could have huge repercussions 

Before living in hell her regression was a huge weakness and something she felt like she had to hide from her fellow angels. With charlie it’s something much more positive for her and it’s a chance for her to let everything else go and just focus on her own needs 

Her reflexes are a lot slower when small and she tends to stumble when she walks. Not having wings anymore, and then later suddenly gaining her wings back, changed how her body balanced and when regressed she has a hard time with that 

She is pretty quiet generally and prefers to observe what’s happening around her 

Being little is one of the few times Vaggie can truly relax and let go of all the expectations and responsibilities laying on her shoulders. She feels at peace when small

Little Vaggie is scared of the dark and has a nightlight but she does take regular naps when small and is pretty easy to put to bed. She likes having a schedule and if charlie loses track of time vaggy will remind her that she needs to be tucked in and put to sleep. Or if she isn't feeling brave enough to ask charlie or charlie is also regressed she will just curl up on the nearest couch or bed and fall asleep on her own 

When her wings come back she lets charlie preen them for her when she’s small and she even let lucifer do it once. It was a very emotional moment for both of them

She likes to play peekaboo and when she has her wings back she will wrap them fully around herself like a cocoon and “hide”. She also likes to explore and is a bug kid.  

She loves to be Charlie’s little helper in the kitchen if she is feeling big enough

Has a light that projects shapes and starts onto the ceiling which she absolutely loves. She also really enjoys bubbles. Charlie spoils her with toys and she has stuffies, dolls, blocks and plenty of fun outfits for pretend play 

Charlie sings to her when she’s small (her favorite is a heavenly lullaby that lucifer used to sing to charlie when she was a kid) 

For reasons no one can figure out little Vaggie gets cold easily and so when small tends to also put on an extra layer or have a blanket with her 

Has a paci but always forgets how comforting it is for her and ignores it until charlie offers it to her and then she remembers how much she loves it 

Sometimes needs padding when she’s really tiny 

Charlie was the first to find out about her regression. Later, Lucifer also finds out and is very supportive (“you regress? So do I! We have so much in common!”) She hasn’t told the other hotel residents yet but it's only a matter of time. Ironically despite the fact they don’t seem to get along that well she honestly thinks that angel would be her pick for first person to come out to as a regressor  

Charlie is her caregiver although after mending some of their relationship and after being outed as an angel lucifer has occasionally stepped in giving her the parts of a childhood that heaven would have which charlie doesn't know about as a hellborn

Started regressing to relieve stress and just get away from it all mentally while she was in heaven

[littleprincerianne]

Any Little vaggie headcanons?

the screech i screeched seeing this ask... both slightly nervous and very excited and maybe some of these are me projecting and maybe some have been said by others but listen if they've been said prior it's cuz they make so much sense ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ also quickest cw for minor mentions of cussing, alcohol, and fighting

little vaggie headcanons ! ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

✿⁠ has somewhat rare instances of accidentally cussing, and will either be gently told off or sit on the time-out chair on her own even if no one noticed her accidentally cussing

✿⁠ so sometimes they'll go "where's vaggie?" and they'd find her there; quiet on the time-out chair and if they ask why, she'll go "said [beep beep]" and look at whoever asked like (◕⁠-× ??)

✿⁠ routines. i don't know how to explain but she's the type to adhere to routines

✿⁠ avoids the main space of the hotel as much as possible when little cuz of even the slightest smell of alcohol

✿⁠ if she can't avoid it cuz charlie's setting up another activity for everyone, she'll look at the bar and/or husk like >:[

✿⁠ toys range from "awee baby" to "oh? is this allowed?" cuz she pretends her toys are throwing hands at each other (but never ever stuffies... those were gifts and aren't toys, they're friends)

✿⁠ stuffies are neatly placed on the bed; the stuffies are bed tyrants and she'd rather that than her stuffies accidentally falling

✿⁠ you guys know those infant hairbrushes? the ones with hair-like bristles... while charlie brushes her hair, she'll brush her plushies with those sorts of hairbrushes so she's basically mirroring char

✿⁠ will have days wherein muddy puddles are her best friend, but also have days wherein muddy puddles are her mortal enemies

✿⁠ oversized shirts that fit almost like nightgowns/dresses >>>> footie pyjamas >>>> socks

✿⁠ in the event that someone else slips while she's itty bitty, she'll be a big sister type... "can i hold?? pretty please!!" and won't shut up until she's allowed to hold/carry..... except maybe if it's sir pentious cuz "ewie.. he's slimey!"

✿⁠ she won't say that within sir pentious' hearing range though

✿⁠ some days she'll slip into small headspaces due to just feeling sad; in those days, the sadness isn't explainable half the time (i am so sorry)

✿⁠ colours within the lines no matter what

✿⁠ when she goes absolutely "no speak, peep quiet," she'll >:P if someone says or does something that's "a no-no"

i hope y'all like this as much as i liked doing it cuz it was so fun to write (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)