#autistic!vaggie

[jacksfandomrandom]

Meltdowns

Summary: Vaggie has a meltdown during an activity out in the city. she runs away from the group but luckily, a kind overlord and her daughters help her out.

@thefreakyfader

A couple months before the extermination, Charlie came up with a couple more ideas to rehabilitate Pentious and Angel. One of those ideas was picking up trash and garbage from the streets of pentagram city. Vaggie liked the idea until her girlfriend said she wanted everyone to participate. The city was always so loud and had a lot of different smells and scents that were not pleasant at all. Usually, she was able to hide ear plugs in her ears whenever they would go out, but she had just run out of them. Those things seemed to get lost very easily and it would take forever for her to find them again before they would head out.

‘Come on, Vaggie, it’ll just be a little noise and a couple of smells, you can do this. Stop being a baby’ Vaggie internally told herself as they were leaving the hotel.

They walked down the streets, picking up any garbage they could find and throwing it into some trash bags. Every single noise seemed loud as fuck. It was mixed with a bunch of weird smells and texture too. Even with gloves on, the texture of the trash felt unbearable. She whimpered a little as she picked up a really gross and dirty dildo from the street and threw it into her garbage bag. 

Suddenly, she heard screaming and then bombs, gunshots, and more screaming coming from around the block. She dropped the bag and tried to cover her ears but the gross residue that was on her gloves made everything worse when they touched her ear skin. Everything felt too much. The noises, textures, and smells made her feel very overwhelmed. Her heart beat uncontrollably fast and it was getting hard to breathe. Every little thing felt painful to her. 

Vaggie tried to rip the gloves off her hands but was having a hard time since she was shaking.

“-ggie?” Charlie, worried for her partner, put a hand on her shoulder. This singular touch sent Vaggie into hysterics. She started sobbing and wailing, hating the touch. Charlie immediately recoiled her hand and tried asking her what was wrong. This worry that she displayed caused everyone else except Angel to rush to her side with concern. She could see Angel scoffing and rolling his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone cornering her and bombarding her with questions made everything so much worse. She just needed to get out of there. So she ran. She ran as far as she could before collapsing in an alleyway. She could still hear loud noises but they weren’t as bad as screaming, it sounded like she was near a warehouse.

After a bit of hyperventilating, sobbing, and trying to get her gloves off, she felt someone’s presence enter the alleyway.

“Hey, are you okay?” the figure asked. Vaggie looked up and saw someone with blonde hair, glasses and a lab coat. They reached out to her but she quickly curled away. They didn’t pester on though.

“I’m going to get some help, stay here, okay?” They told her. She desperately wanted to yell no but she couldn’t speak. Her voice was caught in her throat

Before she knew it, the person fled, going to get the help they told her about. Vaggie tried to stand up but her legs shook tremendously and she fell back down on the hard floor. She shut her eye tight and started flapping her hands rapidly, needing to do something to calm herself. Stimming felt like the only way.

When she opened her eye again, there was a really tall woman in front of her. This freaked her out even more so she tried to bang her head against the wall. The person from before put her hands in between the concrete wall and her head. Vaggie continued to cry and scream as the taller woman kneeled down with something in her hands. The object was getting closer and closer to her face. She didn’t want to die yet. What if what they had was angelic steel? However, she did not feel any pain when it made contact with her. It felt like…headphones? There were headphones on her ears. It didn’t feel like the kind that you listen to music with. It was like the ones that construction workers use. All the noises were muffled now and quiet

“Shh, it’s okay Cariño. Take some deep breaths,” The taller woman had told her. Sure, it was a bit muffled, but she could still hear her.

Vaggie looked up and saw her demonstrating some breathing exercises. Realizing that she was trying to help, Vaggie copied her breathing.

After a few minutes of stimming and breathing, she felt a lot calmer. She finally took in her surroundings. She saw that the blonde girl from before and another girl was just outside the alley, trying to calm down a very worried Charlie but making sure to keep far enough from Vaggie as to not overwhelm her again.

“You feeling a bit better?” The woman asked. Vaggie nodded.

“Good. I’m Carmilla Carmine. You gave us quite a scare. I almost never see a meltdown that bad before,” The woman, Carmilla, said.

“V-vaggie,” Vaggie introduced herself, being able to find her voice again, “H-how did you know w-what was h-h-happening?”

“One of my daughters, Odette, has autism too,” Carmilla explained, “She also deals with meltdowns like these,”

Charlie had managed to wiggle past Odette and Clara, and run up to Vaggie.

“Oh my gosh! Vaggie, are you okay?! What happened?! You started crying out of nowhere!”

“Princess, please step back before you overwhelm her again. She’s recovering from an autistic meltdown,” Carmilla said, pushing Charlie back a little, “Please wait outside. I promise you, she will be okay,” 

The princess huffed, wanting to fight, but she saw how Vaggie was starting to get worked up again. She calmed herself and went to wait outside of the alleyway.

“Now, I suggest you go back home and rest,” Carmilla suggested.

“Th-thank you for helping me. I-is there anything I- I can do to r-repay you?” Vaggie asked. She felt like she needed to repay her for helping her. 

“That is not necessary. But Odette has been getting pretty lonely lately. If you have any free time, give her a call,” Carmilla reached into her pocket and handed Vaggie a business card with a phone number on it.

“Thank you,” Vaggie mumbled, still having a bit of trouble speaking.

“It’s not a problem. Now, please go rest. You can keep the ear defenders too,” 

Vaggie smiled and got up with a little bit of help from Carmilla. After explaining the situation, Charlie understood and promised to not overwhelm her again. Of course, that wasn’t true, as she could overwhelm her without even knowing. But Vaggie appreciated the thought. 

Once vaggie was okay with touch, Charlie helped her get her gloves off and carried her back to the hotel. After getting her everything she needed to relax, Charlie went back out to finish the activity while her partner stayed inside.

 Vaggie then spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling her plushies that Charlie had gotten her and playing calming games on her switch. 

[cringefailvox]

charlie's low empathy/high sympathy desperation to help people without ever really understanding WHY they feel the way they do + vaggie's complex about needing to be useful to the people she loves or else she's worthless = charlie completely mistaking vaggie's self-sacrifical behavior for an expression of love and not the trauma response that it is, because all she's grasping are the literal words out of vaggie's mouth and not the alarming nuances of terrified self-hatred lurking underneath

[inamindfarfaraway]

The Exorcists’ Masks of Virtue

The vast majority of Exorcists in Hazbin Hotel have a notable design element that other angels don’t: their masks are missing an eye. Specifically, the right eye.

I believe this is a reference to the Bible, Matthew 5:29. Jesus says, “If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”

He’s being hyperbolic. Mr Free Healthcare was not pro-mutilation. What he means is that you have to be willing to make sacrifices to prevent sin. The context of the eye metaphor is him condemning adultery and warning that even something as easy, casual and small as a look full of lustful intent can lead to further, worse sin if you don’t notice your sin, hold yourself accountable for it and do the work to not let it influence your decisions. This will probably be hard. It could be very, very painful. Changing your perspective can feel as horrible as plucking out your eye, so many people can’t bring themselves to do it. But although it won’t feel that way in the moment, it’s healthier for our general wellbeing in the long run to abandon traits and behaviours that damage ourselves and/or others.

(You may notice that Jesus’s teaching that you can have sinned, redeem yourself by giving up sin and thus escape damnation is the founding principle of the Hazbin Hotel. You may also notice that it contradicts everything the Exorcists believe.)

The Exorcists seem to follow this idea of painfully excising badness for the sake of the greater good devoutly to the point of placing it above teachings like ‘Thou shalt not kill’, with their job being to remove sin, in the form of sinners, to protect Heaven. Hence the missing right eyes. They’re a declaration of moral righteousness and inability to stumble.

But the truth is that the Exorcists all have their right eyes. Their flawlessness is a facade. Underneath, they are untouched, think themselves morally untouchable and, as shown by their horror and outrage when even one of them is killed, would much rather be physically untouchable too. This perfectly represents their complete unwillingness to acknowledge their own faults, let alone improve. They are never the ones who sacrifice. They force the sinners to sacrifice and don’t compensate it with any salvation. They metaphorically rip out the sinners’ eyes, but still condemn their entire bodies as inherently, permanently sinful. So they’ll just have to do another Extermination to get the other eyes! And another one to cut off their right hands! And so on until there’s nothing left.

The only exception to the rule is Vaggie, both in appearance and character. Her mask has the left eye crossed out instead. Even before her expulsion, she’s set apart to the audience as an Exorcist who has the capacity to, shall we say, see a different side of things. Her mask having its ‘sinful’ right eye reflects her understanding that the Exorcist worldview is wrong.

When she almost kills a demon child, her hateful vision clears. She discards the part of herself that’s an unquestioning, merciless agent of death, terror and grief… and as punishment for what Lute perceives as treacherous weakness, gets her eye plucked out.

Of course Lute leaves her with only the ‘sinful’ eye. It brands Vaggie forever as the inversion, a perversion, of what the Exorcists are meant to be.

You know, all this talk of eye removal in the Bible reminds me of another line - ‘an eye for an eye’. Adam directly quotes it in “Hell is Forever”. He uses it to frame the Exterminations as Old Testament-style punitive justice; the sinners did harm and so they receive it. But putting aside the debate about how ethical the concept of revenge is, the entire point of taking an eye for an eye is that it’s proportional. The punishment fits the crime. If someone cuts your eye out, you shouldn’t murder their whole family in front of them and then slowly disembowel them to death. That would be the sin of wrath. You should just make them pay without excessive pain or collateral damage. This is the fairest form of revenge.

The Exorcists don’t do that! The Exterminations aren’t proportional to the wrongs of all they hurt, nor was Vaggie’s brutal punishment equivalent to her extremely mild insubordination. Lute literally takes Vaggie’s eye, and more, after Vaggie does nothing to her! That’s the opposite of the phrase! Adam and his soldiers are wrathful and cruel, deriving satisfaction from others’ suffering. But they just can’t stop going on and on about how disgustingly evil the sinners are, in total hypocrisy… despite some of the sinners being far better people than the genocidal Exorcists are… it’s like they’re obsessed with specks of dust in the sinners’ eyes when they have massive logs stuck in their own. Oh hey, that’s in the Bible too!

[delusional-mushroom]

Platonic Hazbin Hotel x Autism creature reader ii

Apparently you all like this? Sorry about the long wait, school’s been kicking my ass lately.

Anyway, here’s part 2, Bon appétit

Part i | Part ii

You fell.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

All you remember was waking up to Speckle slithering on your face and- HOLY CRAP YOUR WING SHOULD NOT BEND LIKE THAT

After about 10 minutes of wallowing in your pain, you slowly got up.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

You took a moment to take in the situation. Your clothes, as well as the ground beneath you, we’re stained in gold. It was hard to miss the golden blood trailing behind you too.

There was also a crater in the ground where you fell.

You see the Hazbin hotel in the distance and with the obvious attitude of “What could go wrong?” You sauntered towards the looming building

Speckle took over sight duty on the way tho. The Bright sign posts and the occasional dumpster fires rubbing salt on the metaphorical wound of your approaching melt down.

When you finally got there, you uncovered your eyes and stood outside for a few minutes before finally gathering up the courage to knock on the door.

Luckily for you, it’s Charlie who opens the door.

You exchange awkward greetings, Charlie beating around the bush of asking you the casual question of you know, why the fuck you’re in hell?

After a few seconds of staring at each other, you nervously fiddle with your thumbs

“So Uhm, I uh, fell, I guess.”

After the initial shock, concern, and confusion, Charlie welcomed you with open arms

At first, the hotel residents didn’t know what to make of you

Vaggie was pretty neutral with you, you seemed alright enough in heaven and if you weren’t gonna make a fuss neither would she.

That is, until she found you making yourself a cup of cocoa at two in the morning.

“Had a nightmare,” you mumbled when she questioned you, hand stretched towards you as if she held her spear to you throat. Did she sleep with the thing? Who knows.

She dropped her arm and took in your disheveled appearance. That seemed to check out. It seemed tonight wasn’t good for you either. “What about you?” She heard you ask drowsily.

“Nightmare.” She said. It was cold and blunt as she turned on the kettle and carelessly threw a teabag inside of a mug. ‘Best girlfriend ever’ it read in black. A gift from charlie, she smiled at the thought.

“Wanna talk about it?” You tested. This situation was more awkward than you wanted to deal with. At least the noise of the kettle in the background filled up the silence.

Vaggie turned to you, the ghost of a smile lingering on her face. Maybe tonight wasn’t so bad.

And since then you and her talked about what was bothering you. Or not. Sometimes you just sit next to each other, a cup of cocoa in both of your hands and enjoy each other’s company.

Angel found you funny

Fat nuggets 🤝 you.

Whenever Angel has to go to the studio, he leaves Fat Nuggets with you.

Whether its for you to watch the pig, or the pig to watch you, well… thats up to you.

He probably won’t open up to you about Valentino

But if he does, the stupid bald moth asshole can expect a lot of passive aggressive [special interest] themed notes that come seemingly nowhere.

Sir Pentious didn’t know what to make of you at first.

To him, you were some random child that showed up one day and could go from staring into someones soul for minutes on end without blinking, to looking like you were on the brink of tears if you hands brushed against a nope texture.

Eventually though, you ask about his inventions.

Bro had a whole “your asking about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories!” Moment.

(If you get that reference I love you)

You become hyper-fixation buddies.

You and Nifty don’t get along too well…

“YOU LEAVE THE ROACHES ALONE!” You shriek, holding two bugs high above you hear as the short little menace tries to get to them, knife brandished.

“NEVER!” She laughed back a crazed look in her eye.

…that wasn’t fun. Rest in piece Sir Bob and dame Jane.

Whenever you zone out in front of Husk, he pours a glass of apple juice and gently places it in front of you, eyeing you every now and then, a concerned look in his eyes.

Alastor finds you amusing.

He tried making a deal with you on your first day.

Now Vaggie won’t let him within a 3 meter radius of you.

When you meet Lucifer, he takes one look at you, Speckle coiled around your neck and a bottle of apple juice in your hands and just immediately goes “🫠”

He’s your father now. There’s no getting out of it. Why would even you want to tho?

Hyper-fixation buddy #2

You both rant about your special interests to each other

Be prepared to be bombarded with rubber ducks.

Meanwhile, in heaven…

Everyone: wHeRe iS tHe cHiLd?

[trashyygarlic]

What a funny way to spell "hazbin hotel"

[b1ackgh0st]

(OOC)

I'm looking for a 1x1 rp with any of the following ships:

RadioSnake

CherriSnake

AdamsApple

Charlie x Emily x Vaggie

RadioStatic (Maybe RadioStaticApple)

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I can play two characters at a time if needed! Characters I can play include:

Vaggie

Emily

Charlie

Alastor

Adam

Lucifer

Sir Pentious

[wolfer13579]

An Upset Autistic Vaggie

Vaggie: Well... at least I don't go around, knocking on people's doors, and promising them cookies...

Vaggie: *walking away* AND NOT GIVING THEM COOKIES!

Vaggie: *In the distance* I'M LEAVING!

(Source: Red vs. Blue)

[jacksdinonuggets]

Autistic Vaggie headcannons?

Autistic Little Vaggie Headcanons!

-when Vaggie is big, she tries to mask her autism as much as possible. She's suppose to be the protector and strong and badass.

-She doesn't need that much support for her autism but that doesn't make it non-existent!

-Vaggie barely has meltdowns but has lots and lots of shutdowns. When things are too much, she locks herself in the bathroom or her and Charlie's room and refuses to talk or leave.

-Usually, when she has meltdowns, it's because she's already slipping and just can't handle her emotions like a "big kid" anymore.

-Charlie tries to help her shutdowns by coaxing her to regress. Sometimes it works, sometimes Vaggie gets really cranky and regresses just by Charlie trying to coax her to, and ends up throwing a tantrum about not wanting to.

-But shutdown regression time is usually pretty quiet. Barely any loud noises coming from Vaggie. She mainly naps or cuddles her stuffies or whoever is taking care of her.

-Vaggie has a big dislike for Cherri because of how noisy she is. Cherri's tries to calm down when shes around Vaggie, big or little, but it usually doesn't help a lot.

-Vaggie sometimes goes nonverbal when in littlespace, so almost everyone had to learn at least a little HSL (Hellion sign language) so they could still communicate with her, in case Charlie, who's fluent, isn't around.

(Bonus) Ozzie taught Charlie HSL when she was growing up, and now he's teaching Vaggie.

-Vaggie REALLY dislikes the heat, especially when she's little. She has to have a cold room with a layer or two in order to regress happily. This is mainly because her protection accommodation can get really hot and make her uncomfortable.

-Has a huge special interest for stuffed animals and baby blankies.

-Also has a special interest for cats!

-Vaggie has a couple of stimmies that she likes, but her main little one is squishing squishy things. She likes her stuffies and squish mellows, but doesn't like those slimey squish stress balls.

-Some of Vaggie's main comfort items are her stuffies, paci, and her diapies.

-Sometimes she's get really self-conscious of how she looks or acts and ends up obsessing over it. So if anyone has reason to believe she is having an unhealthy negative obsession period, they need to take her to Charlie or help get her mind off of it (which is usually by regressing)

[thesupernaturalhouse]

A scene I have planned for the hazbins fallen au, for odette/clara/vaggie, family bonding horray!

Vaggie who wants to take a nap: ookay- oh my god- what the actual fuck??

Clara and odette chilling on the couch: hi!!/hello

Vaggie: what the fu- how the fuck did you two get into my house- WHY are you in my house!? How did you even get past the hotel lobby!? How did you get past the ward?!

Emily: yeahhhh uh.....listen- I- I love you.....but....I'm a bit worried about you? Also if they try to harm you the ward will throw them out the window so....

Vaggie: Em- im perfectly fine!! I don't want to talk to people!

Emily: I know!! Which is why I brought them! You 3 seemed to have a good time at the carnival bonding-

All 3 in denial: we were not bonding

Emily:.....yeah, sureeee you weren't. You 3 bickering liek siblings and making stupid bets totally wasn't bonding

All 3 look away

Emily:.....anyways, Charlie's at that meeting, Husk is gonna show me how to bake a pie, Angle is at work, Nifty is somewhere in the vents-

Manic muffled laughter

Emily:....pentious took the children to the park, keekee is doing cat things, and Baxter is in the basement, I didn't want you to be alone because I know your anxiety is up with this meeting and stuff-

Vaggie: okay okay I get it!

Emily: good. Have fun then! Bye!

Vaggie:.....

Odette:.....

Clara:.....

Vaggie:.....I'm going to go take a nap

She gets woken up by...something I'm not sure yet I havnt planned that far lol

[baby--charchar]

Baby Vaggie and Autism!

Cw: description of a meltdown, based on my own experiences having them. Absolutely okay if anyone needs to skip this.

So it goes without saying that Vaggie is straight up autistic, not just autistic when she's regressed. However, Big Vaggie had been trained to SEVERELY mask as an exorcist, where there was no tolerance for burnout, sensory issues, or social fatigue. It probably crossed the lines into straight up abuse multiple times.

In Hell, she still tries to keep up that mask. Her urge to protect Charlie and her team leads her to giving herself no leeway to accommodate herself. I think that while she overall thrives with her newfound family, her constant masking is still tearing her apart. She likely had many shut-downs that others misinterpreted as her just being moody.

Learning to unmask probably began as it's own process apart from regression. But I feel that they likely converged after one major meltdown. Vaggie felt like a pressure cooker about to explode with everything going on, then something relatively small happened to break the camel's back so to speak. One minute she's silent on the couch in the lobby, filling out legal paperwork, then the next she's screaming her lungs out and flipping the table.

I imagine her meltdowns as rare but SEVERE. Lots of screaming, hyperventilating, pacing around the room, banging her head, and biting herself. Months and months of that pressure releasing in one instantaneous explosion.

Charlie would be so scared and wouldn't know what to do. She just wants to hold Vaggie, but every time she tries, Vaggie just panics more.

Lucifer doesn't REALLY have experience with this, but he has strong "papa bear" instincts for both of his girls. He lets Vaggie ride it out just until she's no longer being unsafe. After which he places his hands on her shoulders and gently guides her towards the elevator. He keeps repeating, "You're safe, you're okay. We're going to your room. We're gonna rest." She's still sobbing, but she starts to untense the more he assures her.

Once they're home, Vaggie is still overwhelmed but is doing better. She wants Charlie's touch and is squeezing her HARD, mustering up as much deep pressure as she can. Lucifer gets her some water in a sippy cup (sensing where Vaggie is headed) and it helps.

By the time she's recovered, she is VERY deep into baby space. Enough to where she's struggling to sit up and walk on her own. Lucifer gets her changed and into her favorite pajamas. It's not long before she slips into sleep.

Moving forward, Charlie and Lucifer try encouraging Vaggie to unmask: find stims she likes, rest more, whatever that means for her to make herself more comfortable. Big Vaggie is naturally resistant, always pushing herself to do more, to BE more for the hotel. But Baby Vaggie? You don't have to tell her twice.

Baby Vaggie feels safe with Charlie and Lucifer. She's finally relaxed enough to follow her own instincts, whether that be how she moves her body, how she gets her point across, or just how she entertains herself.

Vaggie is completely nonverbal, but finds other ways to communicate. She knows that if she screams long enough, someone will come pay attention to her. She really likes that system, so there is LOTS of screaming. They get good at recognizing what different screams mean, like "I want food," "I need to be changed," or just, "I want to spend time with someone."

Charlie makes her a small communication card and keeps it clipped to a lanyard that Vaggie can wear. It has all her favorite foods, toys, and people, for when she really needs to be specific.

She also keeps a large chewie on that lanyard. Without it, Vaggie's prone to putting nearly anything in her mouth, be it her clothes, blankets, crayons, whatever. All her shirts have tiny little holes from her gnawing.

Vaggie has lots of sensory needs. Some of them, like food and smells, she's very restrictive about. She has very few foods she'll eat in her headspace, and abhors any lotions or powders on her skin.

For other senses, she just can't get enough of them. As a former soldier who was VERY active, her body's used to heavy input to her muscular and balance systems (proprioception and vestibular). This honestly scared Lucifer at first because she would do some very unsafe things to soothe her body, like running into walls at full speed or climbing up on the kitchen counters. It took him a long time to realize what the hell she was doing, let alone how he could help her.

But once he got it, he got it. He set up so many "sensory stations" for her in both his room as well as Vaggie's. She's got trampolines, a crash pad, a swing attached to the ceiling, and a baby bouncer custom built for her. She can have SO much energy and often ends up running between all four of these when she's regressed.

It's important to note that she's on trampoline #4. Numbers 1-3 were just no match for her boundless energy.

Side note: that boundless energy may also come at night, as Vaggie has a hard time regulating her sleep. Lucifer is such a Bewildered Dad over her, but their late nights have made way for good bonding time. Vaggie honestly feels just as safe with Lucifer as she does Charlie. Her little family.

Vaggie can be very repetitive with what she enjoys, especially TV or music. She can play the same 3-second clip over and over again and bust out laughing every time.

Vaggie also loves COLORS. Her blocks are her favorite toy because of just how many beautiful colors they come in. Pastels, primaries, jewel tones, you name it. She loves sorting them by color, shade, tones, etc.

Baby Vaggie is a huge fan of messy play. Charlie loves playing in the sandbox or pool with her, and splashing is so mesmerizing to her. She also loves just getting into things, like makeup, slime, food, shower gels, whatever. She can absolutely DEMOLISH a room.

But that comes with the stipulation that she gets to be clean after! The jetted tub in their room is her favorite place to be after a long day being big or little! She just has to be watched very closely by someone so she can stay safe (and of course, NOT destroy the bathroom).

Because being little is the only time Vaggie seems to not want to suppress herself, Charlie encourages her to regress often. She loves Baby Vaggie! And Vaggie always seems so much more content after a couple of hours in babyspace. It's just a good balance, and it's a system that works for them!

[lilbabjojo]

Little vaggie hcs please!

Oh my gosh I love Little Vaggie.

Vaggie has been regressing long before she fell. She hid it from everyone except Sera, who cared for her before she fell.

When Vaggie first regressed after the fall, she panicked, but Charlie was there to make it all ok.

Surprisingly, Charlie is not Vaggie’s main Caregiver. Carmilla is.

Charlie tends to regress when she sees Vaggie regress, which can be stressful for both, but it's how things were for a long time.

After training with Carmilla for a while though, Vaggie eventually slipped around her.

Carmilla was very accepting and gentle, especially knowing her past.

Vaggie regresses very young, never having the chance to grow up.

She is completely nonspeaking when regressed, only communicating with sounds and gestures.

Vaggie is autistic.

She gets extremely overwhelmed when Little.

Vaggie will only eat certain foods while regressed, will only wear certain clothes, and doesn't like things being too bright or too loud.

She loves playing with Megablox and sorting when Little.

Carmill keeps special clothing for her specifically when she's small.

Vaggie loves pacifiers that have simple deco on them.

Vaggie constantly needs padding, as she's too little to know when she needs to go.

Vaggie sleeps a lot when Little.

She loves it when Carmilla or Charlie runs their fingers through her hair when she's small.

Now that Carmilla takes care of her when she's Little, Charlie and her have Little playdates.

Bab family.

[jacksfandomrandom]

Alright Homos, Sicktember is here, I am expecting the chaggie community to rise up during this time. I swear, if we get is 50 more Sick Alastor fics, i will cry.

[newwwwusername]

Love your work and episode 6 left me needing some hurt/comfort. Could you write an autistic Vaggie going nonverbal after her and Charlie being teleported back to the hotel after the whole debacle in heaven?

Do not repost this on other sites. It will be cross-posted to AO3 under the same username.

As Vaggie and Charlie landed back in Hell, they were both left to process everything that had happened.

Charlie looked over at her girlfriend with a look of shock and betrayal on her face. Vaggie had been an exorcist, someone who killed thousands of her people and she never told her.

Vaggie opened her mouth to give some sort of response but nothing came out. Her brain, as it typically did whenever she got too overwhelmed or upset, decided she couldn't speak anymore.

Charlie walked away to the Hotel and Vaggie wanted to cry. She didn't want to be alone, but she also couldn't blame Charlie for being upset. She'd lied to her for years.

What a mess...

When she arrived back at the Hotel, she was quickly informed that Charlie had retreated to her quarters to cry. As much as she wanted to go and comfort the blonde, she knew that was probably the last thing Charlie wanted at that moment.

Vaggie sat down on the couch with a small sigh. Angel was next to her and raised an eyebrow.

"The fuck happened?" he asked. Vaggie wanted to spill all of it, even though it was Angel Dust, but her voice still wasn't working. "Vag?"

"Perhaps she is unable to speak" Sir Pentious suggested. Vaggie looked up at him gratefully and nodded in confirmation. Angel shrugged.

"You want a drink?" the pornstar offered. Vaggie shook her head. "Okay... Uh..."

She knew that comforting people wasn't Angel's strong suit, but she appreciated him trying anyway. He really had come a long way and she was proud of him. She filed that away to tell him when she could talk again.

"You want me to put on a movie or something until you can talk again?" Angel offered, and then "I promise it won't be one of my performances"

She gave him a thumbs up and saw him visibly relax a bit as he got up to turn on the TV.

Everything was horrible, but she was glad that she didn't have to be alone in it.

[parisiterileymoon]

How I think hazbin hotel/ heluva boss characters and writing is

[glitchthebitchwitch]

im queen whatever I wanna be.... help I was not prepared to make angst for the fallen Emily fic but I AM growls at you all (because im like insanely mentallyill and I HATE ALASTOR MAKING A DEAL WITH CHARLIE LIKE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DUMB ASS DEER LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE) and gives you a nice hint is that alastor doesnt make the deal with charlie cause like... yuh anyway here u go the promised sneakpeak

[everyonesonthespectrum]

Today’s Autistic character of the day is:

Vaggie from Hazbin Hotel