#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]

Baby Vaggie and toddler/kiddo Charlie? Maybe Vaggie starts crying while they're playing together and Charlie panics because there's no caregivers in sight?

I meant to upload this last night before I went to bed, but we got in at like 11:15 and I needed a shower.

Both Charlie and Vaggie finally had a break from their stressful lives. However, neither of them felt like being romantic with each other. Being honest, they felt small. So the both of them decided to regress together. Vaggie felt a little nervous since there wouldn’t be a caregiver around, but Charlie told her that everything would be okay and that she could look after her while small too since she regressed a lot older. So they got ready together and changed. Vaggie was having trouble with her tapes but soon got them on. She wasn’t used to changing herself and usually had Charlie, Lucifer, or Carmilla change her. It was a bit crooked and looked a little loose but it was the best she could do while Charlie was getting changed into her overalls.

Once the both of them were changed, they started playing with their stuffies. The scenario they were playing was a wedding which managed to entertain them for a while. However, soon, Vaggie started to get really tired and a bit cranky. It was her usual naptime but Charlie was not in the headspace to put Vaggie to bed. 

“Vaggie, wha’s wong?” She asked.

However, vaggie just grumbled, not wanting to play anymore. As Charlie was trying to guess what was the matter, a very small puddle had formed underneath Vaggie. It looked as though her diaper had leaked through the leg hole. As soon as Vaggie had felt it she started crying. All she wanted was a nap and now she had to go through a change and possibly a bath now?! How was she going to deal with that?!

“Is otay, don’t cry!” Charlie said, panicky. She didn’t know why she was crying! When she has accidents, she doesn’t usually cry, so why was Vaggie? Maybe it had something to do with why she was cranky before? She didn’t know but her heart was beating super fast as she panicked. 

“Someone help!” She yelled, hoping someone in the hotel would help her. She yelled it a couple more times until Lucifer appeared in the doorway, worried for his daughter.

“What’s wrong?!” He announced, a little panicky at first.

“Vaggie cwying and I dunno what to do!” Charlie cried, taking quick breaths in between words. Lucifer looked over and saw Vaggie crying. He saw her nappy had leaked and checked the time. It was in fact past her nap time. He knew how to help her but first, he needed to calm down his daughter.

“Char-Char, hey, listen, take some deep breaths for Dada, okay?” He held her hand, trying to calm her, while another hand was rubbing her back. Charlie listened and took some deep breaths, eventually pulling a hand away to suck on her thumb.

“Sweetie, use your paci,” Lucifer said, popping it into her mouth, as it was hanging from her paci clip.

Once she calmed down, he gave her a couple rubber duckies and her plushie of Dazzle and put on a show for her to watch. He then picked Vaggie up and laid her down on the changing mat and started to change her diaper. When she was all clean and in a fresh, new nappy, he tucked her into bed with a bottle of warm milk. He turned to his daughter and knelt down in front of her.

“Charlie, the next time you two wanna regress, please just call me or Carmilla to help out. Vaggie regresses a lot younger than you and needs more adult supervision” Lucifier explained to his kid quiety after pausing her show.

“Mkay, I’m sorry, Dada,” Charlie said, giving him a hug.

“It’s okay, sweetie, you were trying your best,” He rubbed her back before pulling her into his lap and they watched Charlie’s show together.

[flickerssafespace]

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

[littlelalaland]

[sleepysmore]

Agere moodboard for myself... ꒱˚‧｡⋆𓍢ִ໋

I've never really tried this before so I hope it looks ok!!! I kinda just picked stuff that reminded me of my regression so there's not much of a theme hehe ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

[little-pup-pip]

Christmas Movie Night!!

[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]

🏴‍☠️a treasure hunt at sea!🗺️

[DNI Banner says: SFW interaction only! DNI if: nsfw/kink, ddlg/variants, anti-lgbtq+, anti endo]

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it's been nearly a month since you or the crew had seen anything more than a teeny island or wide, open ocean. the ship was eading to a harbor to stop and restock, but that would be nearly two weeks away!

to put it simply, you were getting restless and antsy and everyone knew it, even though they didn't point it out.

you were grumbling over the edge of the railing, watching the waves ripple out and away from the boat. there had been a pair of whales spotted a few hours ago, the baby spouting little sprays as it took a breath or two. but now, it was just back to plain, boring, open ocean.

"well, well! there's my half-pint scalawag!" the captain called, thunking across the wooden deck. it sounded like they'd been looking for you, but it wasn't exactly like you'd be hard to find. maybe they needed a job done?

"yes, cap'n?" you replied, turning to face them. your face twisted up slightly in confusion- they had on their imposing captain's coat, complete with their little lookout bird, their sturdy boots. usually, they or the crew only dressed up like that if expecting company, or landing somewhere to seek out treasure.

"got a job for ye, bucko. lookie here, what i found in me quarters, putting away our used maps."

you eyed the paper they held out, taking it and unrolling it. your eyes lit up, an immediate gasp escaping you. you ignored their chuckle, too busy poring over the map.

"it's a treasure map for the ship! there's treasure on the ship?" you asked, bouncing on your heels.

"aye! and here i am, hoping my favorite little bucko wouldn't mind helping me find it. after all, i can't tell m' lefts from my wests, now can i?" the captain feigned confusion, making you giggle.

"yeah! we'll go on the treasure hunt together, okay? i get to be your first mate on this, right?" you say. the captain winked, looking pleased with themself. being your caretaker, it wasn't any fun to see you so grumpy, and they knew being at sea for long stretches could get boring. what better than a treasure hunt for a little pirate?

"well, where to first, first mate?" the captain said, stepping closer. you point at the map, the thick black dotted lines leading to the main mast. the crew shared amused looks as you led the captain over, your caretaker following dutifully behind you.

"look! a riddle for the next map clue!" you gasped. the captain leaned in, reading it aloud to you. "what be a pirate's favorite letter? why, it be arrrrr!"

"awk! not it, not it!"

you startled, peering up the mast. on the ladder was one of the ship parrots, peering down at you and the captain.

"a pirate's real love is c! like the sea!" you call up to the parrot, who makes another noise.

"see the sea! see the sea!" the parrot dropped you a scrap of paper, which fit perfectly over the map you have. it lead you up to the bow of the ship, where the front of the ship cut through the blue waves of the water.

"well, i'm stumped. what do you think, first mate?" your caregiver tapped his chin, and you giggled again.

"the bow on this map has a real bow on it, and look! the box over there has a bow on it!" you dashed over, prying open the loosened box. inside, yet another scrap of paper to place over the map.

the map led you to a few more places, the captain pretending to not understand the clues. over to the helm, where you had to help the helmsman decide which route was best. over towards where the ship rigging was managed, where you helped tie two knots.

and finally, down to the galley, where you could smell a sweet treat in the making.

"look out, bucko! a fierce enemy pirate wants our map!" your caretaker called. right in front of the door was the ship's real first mate, a fake patch, a drawn-on mustache, and a sheet-turned-cape tied around her neck.

"avast ye! i'll be taking that map and having the treasure!" the first mate declared, waving a wooden sword at you. you gasped, pushing the map at the captain.

"no way! we're gonna get th' treasure!" you shouted, taking a wooden sword of your own. the captain watched as the two of you "fought", wooden swords clacking together.

"gotcha! now surrender, or i'll make you peel 'tatoes for...." you paused, reeling in the dramatic effect, "one billion forever!"

"one billion forever?! i surrender! you're a fierce first mate, but i'll win next time!" she shouted, running down the hall. you puffed out your chest proudly as your caregiver came back over.

"so fierce! lucky for me, you came along," the captain chuckled, patting your shoulder, "now let's go see that treasure, right?"

you nodded eagerly, jumping into the galley with your wooden sword at your side. on the main table, on a painted red x, was your treasure. freshly baked pastries, stuffed with the rare mid-trip treat of fruit jelly. you gasped, rushing over.

"look at our treasure! we get to have dessert!" you eagerly pull your caregiver over, who gives an approving nod to the cook.

"alright there, first mate. you worked hard with that map, so you get the first pick." the captain said, ushering you to sit. as you bit into the first one you picked, the sweet, still-warm taste of the pastry was a delight, chasing away even the tiniest hint of a still grumpy mid-sea mood.

[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]

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.

[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

[geek-melody95]

You tug on my sleeve with those wide, eager eyes, and I already know what you want before you even say it. “Dada, pillow fort?” you ask, your voice sweet and hopeful. How could I ever say no to that?

I smile and ruffle your hair. “Of course, sweetheart,” I say, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s make the biggest, coziest pillow fort ever.”

And so, we get to work. I let you pick out all the fluffiest pillows and the softest blankets, piling them up in the middle of the living room. You giggle as I hold up a blanket like a grand tapestry, draping it over the chairs we’ve lined up as our walls. You crawl inside, testing the space, and I watch as you snuggle in, your eyes shining with excitement.

I join you, adjusting the blankets to make sure no cold air sneaks in, and soon, we’re surrounded by warmth and softness. Our own little world, safe and hidden away. I tuck you under my arm, and you nuzzle in close, your small body fitting perfectly against mine.

“What should we watch first?” I ask, stroking your back gently.

You hum in thought before whispering the name of your favorite movie. I reach for the remote and press play, the soft glow of the screen illuminating our little hideaway. The familiar opening tune plays, and I feel you relax even further against me, your fingers lightly gripping my shirt.

As the movie plays, I whisper little comments, making you giggle, and every time I hear that sweet sound, my heart melts a little more. I trace gentle patterns on your arm, feeling you slowly unwind, the steady rhythm of my breathing lulling you into a peaceful calm.

Halfway through, I notice your blinks getting slower, your little hand resting heavily against my chest. “Aw, is my baby sleepy?” I murmur.

You nod against me, barely awake, and I press another soft kiss to your hair. “Then rest, my love. I’m right here.”

The movie continues, its soft sounds wrapping around us like another blanket. I feel the slow rise and fall of your breath against me, your body completely at ease in my arms. I hold you a little tighter, cherishing this moment, this warmth, this love.

The world outside may be big and busy, but here, inside our little fort, it’s just us. Safe. Cozy. Together.

And that’s all that matters.

[sleepysmore]

Kinda randomish (vaguely D&D) moodboard.. ꒱ ⋆｡‧˚

I've been sooo busy planning for a game of D&D I'm running soonish.. so I thought maybe I'd take a little break and make a moodboard inspired by my regression and D&D ૮ ˃̶͈ 𐃷 ˂̶͈ ა