#agere stories

[cg-sunnyd]

💥rip 'em up.📒

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"you're awfully quiet today, love," your caregiver says softly as they come into the living room. you'd finished up with your classwork for the day and had settled on the couch, flicking through tv shows with little interest.

you shrug without any other response, not particularly in the mood to chat. there's a tense bubble in your stomach and part of you knows that if you say anything, it'll be mean for no good reason. you can feel your caregiver's eyes on you, and you scowl slightly.

"i'm just watching tv," you say, despite the fact that you've yet to choose anything in the last twenty minutes, "you don't have to stare at me." your words are snappier than you meant and immediately you regret them when your caregiver hums and turns away without saying anything else.

now you're angry at yourself, too. that wasn't fair, wasn't nice. but you're never nice, you think to yourself, you're just really good at acting like it. really, you're just-

your internal spiral is paused by the return of your caregiver, hefting a cardboard box. they don't look upset, but your stomach twists anyway. before you can fumble out an apology you hope sounds genuine, they wave you over. the box is full of notebooks- you recognize some of them as notebooks from previous classes, from high school. they're all half-used, with too much unused paper to want to throw away.

you give a look to your caregiver who pulls out a notebook and hands it to you.

"...i don't wanna write. don't wanna draw or scribble either," you say with a frown, knowing that you've done those things in the past. the idea of accidentally breaking a crayon right now makes your stomach twist again.

"then you don't have to," they say simply, settling onto the floor across from you, the box between you both. "but we've both been wanting to tear out the used papers from these notebooks, right?" you watch silently as they take a notebook and star tearing out the pages, delicately. one by one. you stare down at the one in your hand and frown.

you open the cover and tear out one page. and then the next. and then another, and another, and-

soon enough, you're just ripping pages out. your caregiver simply passes you a new notebook when you've torn out all the used paper, not stopping you from the frenzied pace. some of the notebooks end up more torn up than others, spirals mangled and the covers ripped up too.

your face is hot and angry tears sting your eyes, but your caregiver doesn't tell you to calm down or take a big breath. they let you rip and tear, paper shreds scattering the floor. you've gone through several notebooks before the pace slows and you hiccup. you rub your eyes angrily, your cheeks damp. it just makes you mad again and you toss the notebook away, flopping back onto the hard living room floor.

"s'not fair!" you shout, mostly up at the ceiling. you flail your arm at the pile of torn up paper around you, kick the box at your feet. there's a quiet shuffle as your caregiver scoots back a bit, just enough to give you a bit more space. you tug your hood down and shout into it, the fabric not exactly muffling the sound. it's just an explosion of words, of every little thing and every big thing.

by the time you go limp on the floor, your head hurts, your throat hurts, and your sleeve is damp with tears and snot.

"...you want a hug or do you want some more time, love?" comes the careful, soft voice of your caregiver. they'd sat there the whole time, just letting you rip and tear, kick and flail, get it all out. when you sniffle and nod, they move over, taking your head into their lap. "that was a lot, huh? you had that in you for a while, little love."

you sniffle again and nod, hiding your face in their shirt. you don't want to look up at them, and they don't make you. they just gently rub soothing circles into your back. they don't ask you to get up, even though the floor really isn't the most comfortable place. they don't keep talking either, just letting the room settle into a silence that's far less heavy than before.

"...nhm." you just grip their shirt tighter. maybe later you can talk about it - maybe while cleaning up all that torn paper. maybe you won't, and it'll happen all over again. but there's a bit of relief loosening that bubble in your stomach- it's not gone, not by any stretch of the imagination. but it's a bit looser, a bit less heavy.

and for today, that's enough.

[babey-lewis]

Hey baby bug, I missed you!! Are you doing okay? Have you had any water and food today, little love? I hope you have, angel! You deserve to eat and drink today and every day, okay?

[jacksdinonuggets]

Lil Vaggie and cg Husk? Him being the only one available to take care of Vaggie and is all grumpy/annoyed since he has to stay sober for her, but finally ends up warming up to her and having a good time?

Becoming Soft

“Thank you sooo much, Husk! You have no idea how much I appreciate it!” Charlie exclaimed in Husk’s face. Charlie had managed to get angel an interview with heaven to try and get him redeemed or at least have his contract with Val destroyed. Alastor had come along if Lute were to try any funny business. Vaggie meant to come with Charlie to show support, but she had gotten way too stressed out about it the day before and ended up regressing that morning. Knowing that heaven would just cause her to be more overwhelmed, Charlie thought she should stay. However, Carmilla was very busy with meetings and so was Rosie, so the only one who could watch over Vaggie was Husk. Nifty technically could, but she kinda scared Vaggie at times.

“It’s fine, princess. I’m used to having to look after whiney bitches,” He kind of grumbled before taking a swig of liquor.

“Husk.. don’t use the words around Vaggie. She’s very sensitive! Also-” Charlie grabbed the liquor bottle from his hands and vanished it, “No drinking. Even though I know you can handle alcohol pretty well, I need you to be at least a little sober for her.”

“That wasn’t part of our deal!” He yelled. Vaggie, who was holding Charlie’s hand the whole time, got scared by his yelling and tried to hide behind Charlie’s leg, whimpering. Charlie saw this and knelt down to her.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby.” She tried to comfort her.

“He mad with me, he mad with me!” She whimpered. Volume was something that was very important with Little Vaggie. If someone raised their voice, she would automatically assume that they were mad at her. That was because of Adam.

“Little one, he’s not mad at you. Why don’t you go play with your toys in the lobby while I talk with him, okay?” Charlie told her. She hesitated but nodded and went to the lobby.

“Please watch your tone with her,” Charlie urged, “She hates it when people raise their voice,”

“Well maybe I would watch it if I was allowed to drink,” He said. Charlie sighed and pulled out a lot of cash.

“I’ll pay you all of this and restock the bar if you don’t drink while we are out,” She offered. He sighed.

“Fine.” Husk grumbled and put away all the alcohol at the bar.

“Thank you Husk! We’ll see you in a couple hours!” She said, waving goodbye and leaving with the group.

Vaggie was sitting in the lobby on her tummy, drawing. Husk sighed and went over to her.

“So, what’re you doing, kiddo?” He sat down next to her. 

“M dwawing da hotel,” She told him, barely looking up from her paper. It looked very similar to Charlie’s crayon drawings but vaggie’s was a little more…childlike, when it came to the quality. It probably was considered good for her mental age, but her physical, eh.

“It uhh, it looks good,” Husk said. Because he was starting to sober up, it was hard to be enthusiastic. 

Vaggie didn’t say anything and kept drawing. She was pretty nervous about having Husk babysit her. After he raised his voice, she kind of felt like she had to walk on eggshells around him. But luckily, after an hour she started to warm up to him.

Husk was resting his eyes for a moment, trying to fight off his headache. He made sure to look over and watch Vaggie every once a while.

“Husky! Wook!” She tried showing him the drawing she made. However, he was still feeling pretty grumpy from before and his headache only made it worse.

“That’s nice, kiddo,” He said, barely glancing at it. 

“Bu…you didn’t see it,” She replied, a little sad. Husk made a little groan and sat up straight and took the drawing in his hands. It was a picture of him. Sure, it wasn’t great, but something about it made him feel happy. Like the kind of happiness you’d get when someone gives you a gift. He couldn’t quite explain it.

“This is amazing, kid! Thank you. You’re a little artist, huh?” He pulled her into a hug and ruffled her hair. She giggled and nodded. He looked over and saw that she was trying to draw all the residents. It was honestly adorable.

After that, he started to become a lot less irritated. He was warming up to her and tried to play with her. He was a little nervous when she suggested they play tea party, but it was actually quite nice! He did have to help her make the tea (Which he may or may not have given her chamomile) since she was a bit too young to use the kettle. He got out the cookies from the top shelf and set them out on the coffee table with the tea. Vaggie had all her stuffies sitting around the table with their own small cups. 

The tea party eventually had to end when Vaggie started getting sleepy. Husk laid her down on the couch with a soft blanket. As he started cleaning up, Vaggie’s wings suddenly popped out. He got a little worried for a second because the wings coming out could mean 3 things. Either she was really relaxed, really happy, or her body was trying to protect her. The latter was usually when she was feeling any negative emotions. Sometimes she would be afraid of being seen as weak, and her wings would try and hide her. But it could also be used to self-soothe when she was feeling upset.

Luckily, Vaggie just seemed to be relaxed. There was nothing indicating that she was having a nightmare, so Husk continued to clean up. He smiled and brushed her hair out of her face. She was adorable. Maybe Husk was turning soft. But it was okay, only for the little one.

[lil-cg-lynx]

Guess how much I love you💚 (Picture heavy!)

Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare's very long ears.

He wanted to be sure Big Nutbrown Hare was listening. "Guess how much I love you," he said. "Oh, I don't think I could guess that," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

"This much," said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.

Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms. "But I love YOU this much," he said. Hmm, that is a lot, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you as high as I can reach," said Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you as high as I can reach," said Big Nutbrown Hare. That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that. Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea. He tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet.

"I love you all the way up to my toes!" he said. "And I love you all the way up to your toes," said Big Nutbrown Hare, swinging him up over his head.

"I love you as high as I can HOP!" laughed Little Nutbrown Hare, bouncing up and down.

"But I love you as high as I can hop," smiled Big Nutbrown Hare - and he hopped so high his ears touched the branches above.

That's good hopping, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I could hop like that. "I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river," cried Little Nutbrown Hare. "I love you across the river and over the hills," said Big Nutbrown Hare. That's very far, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.

He was almost too sleepy to think anymore. Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. Nothing could be further than the sky.

"I love you right up to the MOON," he said and closed his eyes. "Oh, that's far," said Big Nutbrown Hare. "That is very, very far."

Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him goodnight.

Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile, "I love you right up to the moon - and back."

Goodnight little one 💚

[flickerssafespace]

Does anyone know of any really good agere comics/fics? No fanfics, just original stories

[thebooktour]

meet the characters ♡︎

[xxghouliexx]

Bittersweet Reunions

TW: Impure regression, mentions of blood, a couple curse words, mentions of possible injury (let me know if there’s anything I left out)

Also, this is not Beta’d, so I apologise if it's really bad

Fandom: Fable 2

Sparrow sat with their sword besides them, the blade stained with thick coagulated blood. She had not the time nor energy to clean it yet, so it was just left to dry on top of days' worth of other blood stains. She was somewhere in Westcliff, somewhere in the woods, in the in between of the camp and Brightwood.

They gazed forward yet unseeing, there in Albion but not quite. Sparrow's brain felt weird unlike any feeling they had had before. Fuzzy almost. She felt almost like a child again but that couldn't be right. Never in her years of travel and adventure had she ever felt like this before. It put a numbness in their muscles that left them in a terribly dangerous state. She hoped that if any man or creature were to attack that she would be able to react in time. That a Balverine wouldn't slash out her only remaining eye because for whatever inexplicable reason they couldn't seem to get their body moving, couldn't think past simple wonder of the leaves swaying in the wind or the twinkling of the stars they could only just barely see.

So caught up in their wonderment she did not hear the disturbance in the forest. Not the crunching of leaves and twigs underfoot or the grunts the intruder left out followed by a muttered curse word. Didn't even hear as they crept forward or feel the presence behind them.

A hand placed itself onto their shoulder.

Swinging around, hand extended towards where the attacker's chest should be. Her hand crackles with flashes of blue light prepared to defend herself if need be. Her body trembles uncontrollably as they let out shaky breathes.

"Bloody 'ell Sparrow!"

That voice... they knew that voice.

Sparrow looks up finally to see the frowning face of a woman she thought was never coming back. " 'Ammer?" they squeak out with a croaky thin voice. Hammer looks at them with wide eyes as her mouth falls open, then closed and open again. Hammer was at a loss for words.

Hammer tries to say something, but words fail her again. They look at each other in silence for a while before she has regained herself enough to speak. "Y-you just spoke to me?" Hammer's words come out more like a question, as if she was questioning her own ears. "You actually spoke to me Sparrow, didn' know you could do that"

The entire time that the pair had known each other, Sparrow had not uttered a single word. Not a 'hello', 'yes' or 'no', not even her name. They had been mute ever since they could remember, any time they had tried to speak to someone nothing would come out, a tense uncomfortable feeling strained her throat. So, she had stopped trying, what was the point?

Shrugging her shoulder's, they peered up at Hammer with big doe eyes. They were just as shocked, if not, even more so than she. Had they just spoken? She didn't know. Her mind was reeling they didn't know what to do.

Something wet fell onto her cheeks, her face scrunching up at as she looks up to the sky. No rain. Huh? That was odd. More droplets hit her skin until they were flowing down her chin. They couldn't think straight their thoughts felt all jumbled up into one big ball of knots. A sob echoes, bouncing off of the trees in the silence of the night. Jolting, they look around for the source of the sound. Was that some other unknown person? Was that Hammer?

Hammer bends down so that she's eye level with them "Are you hurt? Why are you cryin'?" her words are full of concern as her eyes roam over their body to check for any sign of injury.

Oh, they were the one crying...

The sobs that were once in frequent quickly built up into constant wailing. Sparrow's body quivered violently as each sob and cry tore its way through her body. Her eyes stung with tears as they continued cascading down the plains of her cheeks. They rub violently at her bloodshot eyes trying to get it to stop. Hammer reached out and in cased their hands with her much larger ones, stopping her from rubbing them raw. "Its okay... its going to be okay, I don't know whats happening but I'm here to help." Her soothing words wrapped around Sparrow's fragile mind lulling it somewhat. It reminded her of her late sister, Rose. The way that she could soothe Sparrow with her words and a long embrace in her thin arms.

Sparrow moves forward on the dirt until she was touching Hammer. She lifts her shaking arms making grabby hands at her. She just wanted to be held again, even if it wouldn't last long. Hammer freezes not knowing what Sparrow was asking her. She looks around to see if there was something she was missing before pointing at herself. Sparrow nods rapidly scooting even more until she was in between her legs.

Hammer takes a deep breath trying to slow down the racing questions in her mind that she knew she'd never get the full answer to anyway. She sits on the grass, the blades flattening under her weight and places her hands underneath Sparrow's armpits. She heaves them up off of the ground and onto her lap, wrapping her arms around them in a warm hug.

The both of them let out a sigh. They hadn't felt intimacy like this in a very, very long time. They sat like this for hours. The sun having gone up hours ago. Hammer's fingers comb through Sparrow's shaggy hair as they snored loudly in her lap. It had been a while since they had slept if the bags under her eyes were any indication. Hammer felt something swell inside her, she didn't quite know what it was, maybe a maternal instinct? She wasn't quite sure, all she knew is, it felt right?

[pink-glitter]

🎃˚.✦ ⎯ i made a halloween agere “pick one” game !! 🐈‍⬛ ₊˚ 𖦹 ⋆

thank you for playing !!

. 𖥔 ݁ ˖ (㇏(^ᵥᵥ^)ノ) ˖ ݁ 𖥔 .

[alwaysribbit]

tea time game <3

[cg-sunnyd]

😵‍💫just too much...❌

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it crept up on you, a little bit at a time. and then suddenly, it felt like it was swallowing you whole. you smack the mute button of your computer and clap your hands over your ears, squeezing your eyes shut. you try and take a few deep breaths, managing to get the feeling of too much to calm down for just a few moments.

but it feels like treading water, just barely keeping your nose above it all. a blip from discord makes your chest tight and your face hot with anger and frustration at the noise. you can't shove your computer off the table so you settle for smacking the kleenex box off instead, and the sound of that only makes you feel worse.

"everything alright?" your caregiver knocks softly at the office door. normally, you might welcome the implied invitation to complain and grumble to your caregiver, but right now? their voice just makes you want to cry.

when you offer no answer, they carefully open the door and peer in. their eyes soften at the sight of your miserable face, hands squeezing your ears to try and get everything to stop making noise. they quietly step in and hover a hand over your back.

it's good, because the thought of being touched right now makes your skin crawl.

"hey, buddy. why don't you go lay down?" your caregiver says, softly as they can. it still makes you feel angry and upset, and you have to try and remember that they just want to help. you give a jerky nod and get to your feet, shuffling through the hall.

the cat comes up to brush against you, but thankfully, your caregiver gently shoos them away before they can brush up against you. you like your cat, but she's very chatty, and you can't stand to hear her meow-meow-meow right now.

you follow your caregiver into the bedroom, the curtains drawn and the lights staying off. you tug your clothes off and shake your head when your caregiver holds up pajamas. the blanket on your bed is plenty soft- you just want to wrap up in it.

"mh?" it's not a full word, but it gets your attention anyway. you watch as they scroll through your music playlists before pointing at one of them- soft, quiet video game music. no harsh pitches, no vibrant energy. they start the music as you wrap up and curl into the pillow with a heavy sigh.

in a few hours, they come and check on you. you might curl up into the bed still, or get up earlier. you might get clingy now, wanting to hold their hand and follow them around the house.

you might even get more upset and overwhelmed, and they'll come and sit on the bed with you if you cry into the pillow about how everything is just too much! but regardless, they'll be there, waiting to check in and comfort you how you need.

[babey-lewis]

Hey there cutie, are you ready for bed? You are? Such a good baby!! I'm so proud of you! I love you so so much, you know that, yeah? You do? I'm so glad! I want you to feel my love forever and ever. Baba/daddy/mummy will stay with you until you fall asleep. What's that? You want a lullaby? Of course my baby.

[jacksdinonuggets]

So you guys know that idea I had for the original work. well I wrote it down, and had motivation today to write more. So i'm officially posting it

Summary:

In this Littles Are Known Au, Xavier is young 16 year old trans boy who doesn't have the best life. At school, he's constantly bullied, at home, he's constantly bullied, and by himself? he's also bullied. He wants to pain to stop. He want's to live a happy life but knows that won't happen. So he decides to try to take his own life, in hope of getting a better life.

Before he can jump, a kind lady stops him. She's social worker for Littles and works at a programs called Regression Residential, where caregivers take home Little's from mental hospitals to help them cope for a few months. Xavier's caregiver ends up being the lady who saved him, May. How will he adjust to this new caring and loving environment?

[sprinkles-stims]

leapster cartridges !

[furbtast1c]

how i wish to be, small and pure and cute. how i yearn to be a child again, in a field in late spring trying to make daisy chains but failing, laughter echo’s near by, family by the picnic basket everyone is happy, they don’t yell or cry or scream, they let you eat all the treats you would like, you go into the lake with no concern about how you may look, you just want to swim and have fun. life is sweet and pure. you want to stay here forever, you wish you wouldn’t grow

[thebooktour]

the book tour ❀

Kennedy, the sweetest little one in all of Edinburgh, meets Lia Emory - a world famous author.

Captivated by her cuteness and innocence, Lia wraps Ken in the tightest, more loving embrace as they navigate the big wide world together.

About to embark on her series concluding book tour, Lia takes her little one with her. Join the pair on their adventures 🤍

[lavenderplushie]

october 1st picnic for my baby bats! what did you choose? 🖤🦇✨