#petre handler

[silvieesbubbles]

🫧 — I always feel small around you <3

[curlysilks]

im still so eepy i want to lay in my handlers lap and sleep the day awayyy

[maddiessafeplace]

Shout out to the pet regressors out there, here's a headpat and a treat! *pets you softly and gives you a treat*

[zombiemother]

canine brain 🐾💭

handler who takes me out on a walk when it's rainy, throwing a towel in the dryer so it's warm when we get back. Spinning around in the rain, collecting sticks or acorns, lightly stomping in puddles and when we get back I don't shake, sitting still on the doormat as they grab the warm and fluffy towel to dry my hair and limbs that got soaked. "Good girl, didn't shake off at all. Wanna grab a treat?" Petting my head as they reach for a cookie from the batch we made a few days ago.

[xxxcryptidxxx]

hhaiiii bubbaa !!! can i req handler! boothill carin for a lil puppy regressor pretty please ? /nf thank uu vry much !! (╯▽╰ )

Of course I can munchkin!

Our first Pet Regression HC post, how fun! I hope I did this justice ^^

Boothill PetRe Headcanons

Boothill is basically a golden retriever himself, so he'd be honoured to be someone's handler!

—Boothill was very nervous at first, every "what if" scenario under the sun ran through that boy's head. Boothill wanted to make sure his pup felt safe and happy in his care, so he researched as much as he could beforehand.

—Boothill saved up his bounty rewards to get his pup their very first collar, he was so happy to gift it to his pup that he couldn't wait for a birthday or special occasion and just gave it to them immediately.

—Boothill works best with hyper pups, as he himself has a lot of energy, but he absolutely adores low energy pups too. He'll buy an unnecessary amount of blankets, and there's a nice comfy bed for his pup in almost every room of his house.

—Boothill loves spoiling his puppy, toys, treats, special bowls, the pup gets like 80% of his income.

—Having grown up on a farm with sheep herding dogs, Boothill knows better than anyone the importance of keeping his puppy enriched. Boothill will come up with fun and engaging games he and his pup can play, while keeping in mind any limitations his puppy might have—chronic illness, disability, birth defects—he's very considerate. Very mindful. Very cutesy, very demure

—Boothill is admittedly rather bad at enforcing any punishments, especially if his pup is really young. How can he get mad? They're a pubby! Just a lil thing. Ya know that one saying "this hurts me more than it hurts you"? For once it's true. Boothill's more upset than his pup is when punishments happen!

—Boothill always has snacks and treats on hand for his pup, he's careful of any allergies too. If requested, Boothill will also restrict foods like Chocolate or garlic from his pup since bio puppies can't have them either. To make it feel more real for his lil pubby.

—Boothill, head pats, belly rubs, chin scritchies, you ask, he'll give them. Boothill is not opposed to being affectionate. As said before, he's basically a puppy himself, affections come easy.

—Boothill gets a little worried playing games with his pup due to his mechanized body. Tug-of-war is one that really gets him anxious, he's always worried he'll pull too hard on the chew toy and hurt his pups teeth or give them a bruise.

—Bath time is always fun with Boothill, especially in the summer. You know how some puppies like water hoses or sprinklers? Yea Boothill will let his pup play in the sprinkler system or playfully squirt his pup with the hose—if already been told his pup is okay with it, Boothill never sprays them without permission.

—Naptime is the best, Boothill loves to help his pup wind down for bed, be it a bottle, a pacifier, some cuddles, he doesn't mind. His puppy always has the option to sleep on the bed with him, but their puppy bed is available too. Sometimes in the winter of Boothill feels it's necessary, he'll put the dog-bed in his own bed so his pup stays warm no matter what they choose.

—overall a great Handler, might need to get some adjustment time in the start to establish a routine, but once Boothill and his puppy are on the same page, it's smooth sailing from there.

[cecilthecaring]

the ouppy urge to annoy your owner because you don’t know anything about the world yet and want attention

[jeffeyyy]

Looking for a Handler!

Haiii, so.. Im looking for a platonic cg to take care of me. Here are some things about me, and what I would like from the Handler!

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.┊Name: Emi or Lucille (Luci)

.┊Fav nicknames: lil demon, kitty, hyena, pumpkin, kiddo

.┊Big age: 15

.┊Little age: 3-7

.┊"Animals" I regress too: demon, hyena or kitten

.┊Likes: messing around, colouring, watching movies and shows (and staying up extra late so I can cuddle up with someone and watch shows for grown ups, teehee), animals and yapping about my interests

.┊Dislikes: bright colours, loud sounds, lots of touching

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.┊What I'm looking for:

Anyone who is active online, so I don't have to wait forever for you to reply, and someone who will be fun to hang out with. Ofcourse, no pedos, ageplayers, petplayers, DDLG etc. And nobody who wants to be a romantic cg. I'd also like someone who would be strict enough to set up rules, caring enough to check up on me and text first every once in a while and yet someone who won't get too strict and bossy (spoiler alert, I get bratty sometimes and won't listen, especialy if it's too strict)

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[ghosted-real]

Hi! :3 could you pretty please make a caregiver/handler petre puppy Stu Macher and Billy Loomis (if not both then just Stu is okay ^_^) Stimboard :3? /nf

Puppy handler! Billy Loomis and Stu Macher stimboard

Hopefully this is alright anon! i can just imagine how many pets they give during movie night!! Also the spoiling Stu would do? Insane.

[sainteclectic]

HMSW PETRE YOU SAY? OUPPY WHOLE YOU SAY? I AM HERE TO PREACH MY GOSPEL

WOLFDOG WHOLE. either czechoslovakian or otherwise. just WOLPGOG

HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE THINGS. BIGGEST CUDDLIEST GUY EVER aaaand also you said your whole feels like he doesnt deserve to be taken care of ? REAL coming from a wolfdog therian + regressor but i haaaave thoughts. he would justify that he doesnt need all that help bcos buppywhole is just such a "Big Strong Wolf(dog but he ignores that for now)" and all but as soon as he actually lets himself be a lil bit 'domestic' he fuckignnn MELTS. like youve seen those images of wolfdogs gettin held by their handlers. soulwhole to Me

also bcos wolfdog whole might be a lil partial to heart (soul aside of course) bcos wolf-raven-mutualism-yaddayadda and hed see a pair of wings and go Whoag.... Friend.......

whot evar. wolfdogs are cool and whole is cool

I SEE THE VISION.....

he tries to justify avoiding the others by saying well he's wild! he doesn't have to be taken care of, and if he doesn't deserve it and doesn't need it then it's totally fine! sure, heart is wild regressor and he still gets taken care of but - uh. it's different ok! and he ignores how nice it would be to play with heart because bird friend-

but then of Course whenever he allows himself to be taken care of and pet he absolutely melts into the touch. no matter what the breed, it's important that whole is a shelter dog that's super shy until you take him home, and he's just the biggest lap dog you've ever met. he wants desperately to be loved, but he never learned how to ask

also look at this thing that i found while looking at wolfdog puppies. this is absurd.

[crysabie]

CG!Sam Cat!Bucky Petre fic!

This is my Petre Bucky fic I brought up a while ago! I decided to publish it here because I found it easier to find Petre fans here than on ao3. The title is "If you would just make one mistake (what a relief that would be)". The title is a reference to "The Only Heartbreaker" by Mitski. Fair warning: this is an introspective angst fic that references canon-typical violence. I hope you enjoy it!

-Sabie 🩷🤎🩶

P.S. - I don't think this fic needs any trigger warnings, but it does feature paranoia/anxiety and mentions flashbacks. It also has unfriendly attitudes towards petre, though they're not from any of our main characters. Let me know if you think I should warn you about anything else!

If you would just make one mistake (what a relief that would be)

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There's a thing called "maladaptive daydreaming" where you spend your whole life thinking about what it would be like to have a better life. There's another thing called an "unhealthy coping mechanism" which is when you do something bad to try and stop other bad things from happening, like smoking to stop the shakes. His therapist calls him one and Sam calls him the other, but whatever- Bucky likes to be a cat. Sue him.

Bucky doesn't know if he's always wanted to be a cat, but now that Steve's out of the picture and can't give him those big doe eyes when he curls up on the couch or pushes his head against Sam's leg for pets, he does it a lot more often. Sam will sometimes give him a weird look and mutter under his breath, but cats don't care about what their owner says unless it's about food, so he lets it go. And even if he did care, he wouldn't let it bother him, because Sam is a very good owner. He shaves Bucky's face and gives him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and even buys Bucky a heat lamp so he can stretch out on the carpet in the winter months when the sun sets at five. Bucky thinks he likes Sam more than Steve, a little bit, but Sam gets mad whenever Bucky says that so he doesn't. Instead, he'll push his head against Sam's thigh because he can't curl his big body into his lap like a real cat would. That could be part of why it's maladaptive; that could be why it's not a good way to cope. Bucky shuts the thought down and lets his mind go quiet as Sam runs his fingers through Bucky's hair and pulls gently until the tangles are out. Bucky hardly ever has tangles these days because Sam is so good at doing his hair. Still, Sam makes a noise in the back of his throat.

"I'm thinking we should cut your hair a little. That okay?" Bucky just purrs.

Sometimes Sam wants him to be human. Bucky hates it, because when he's human he has to think Bad Thoughts about Bad People and then feel everything that comes with Bad Thoughts and Bad People, but Sam is his owner and he knows what's important. Bucky has to be human when he goes to the therapist, or when they talk about changes in the routine, or when Sam has his friends over. Sam tells him that all of his friends are Bucky's friends but Bucky doesn't believe that. If Sam's friends were Bucky's friends they would let him be a cat, right? But Bucky has to pack up his dishes, his nice brush, and the big nest of blankets Sam lets him have on the living room floor and move it all into Bucky's bedroom so they can shut the door on it. He tries not to panic when Sam takes the collar off and puts it away but it almost feels like a rejection, like taking the mask off after a mission without getting as much as a 'good boy' from his handlers. Sam always tells him he's been a good boy when he's a cat, even when all he did was brush his teeth without asking or put his hair up. Sam doesn't tell him that now, just looks at him all serious with his intense eyes and tells Bucky that he needs to be human. Bucky nods; he can't trust himself to speak.

Natasha arrives first. Ever since SHIELD went kaput Natasha has been doing a lot of "freelance spy work", which mostly means doing things illegally but being sneaky enough to not get caught. Bucky used to do freelance spy work for a while, back when he didn't know who he was but had gotten away from HYDRA. It was a bad time. He doesn't like to think about it; he likes to lick his paws and hide under the big chairs Sam bought just for him to crawl under instead, but he's human right now.

After Natasha - his mind still calls her Natalia, still remembers that room - Wanda comes. Wanda disturbs him more than Natasha because she joined HYDRA on purpose. Bucky didn't want to and for Natalia, it was an accident, but Wanda wanted it. She is good now, or so Sam tells him, but he still raises his hackles when he sees her. Sam taps his hand lightly to cut off the hissing noise beginning to emanate from his mouth.

"Hey Nat, Wanda," Sam greets carelessly, "glad you could make it." Bucky is still tense, even with Sam's hand on his shoulder now. Bucky remembers hearing about these plans the last time he was human, and Sam had been insistent on inviting-

"Hey, Buck." Bucky wants to throw up. Steve is there, with his big doe eyes, his savior complex, and his tin container of apple pie. Steve always brings food to events even though he can't cook and it's never asked for. Sam makes better pie and Bucky knows that, knows because Sam gave him a little as a treat once with a bowl of milk like he really was a cat having something it shouldn't. Bucky had felt euphoric for days even if he never told Sam. Bucky told his therapist instead and he lets his therapist know every time that they can tell Sam anything, and even if his therapist says they won't he hopes they're lying. But Steve is here even though he tells his therapist and Sam that he makes him uncomfortable, standing there with a sealed pie tin from some artisan bakery and leaning in to hug Bucky. Bucky hunches his shoulders up by his ears, so far that it smushes Sam's hand into his face and he tries not to cry because this is the closest thing he'll get to a pet all day. Steve hugs him for what feels like forever before Sam distracts him and asks Steve to help set the table. Bucky feels relief before he realizes that both Natasha and Wanda are staring at him with their big eyes like they can see through him. He needs to get out of here. Sam is gone and he can't crawl under the big chairs Sam bought for him and he can't feel his collar on his neck and he feels like he's free falling, like he's spinning out of control.

"Are you alright, Yasha?" Natalia asks. She looks at him like she can see the word "maladaptive" written on his forehead. Like she somehow knows he's "unhealthy". Bucky nods tightly and takes little sucking breaths through his nose because he can't purr right now to try and calm down. He inches away from the redheads and scoots closer towards Sam. Sam is better even if he is with Steve.

"Buck," Steve greets kindly, "I was just telling Sam about that Red Sox game you took me to right before I got pneumonia." Steve looks at him expectantly and Bucky feels sick again. Bucky knows the game he's talking about and remembers the midday heat and the sudden storm that somehow didn't stop the game. He remembers little Stevie, wet as paper in a puddle but refusing to go home and getting sick as a dog the next day. He remembers how he coughed like he was drowning on dry land and how Bucky lost his job at the pizzeria because he stayed home to take care of him. It's the expectation on Steve's face, though - it's frightening. Just because Bucky can remember doesn't mean that it was him, not any more than his human is him. Bucky is a cat now, and whatever he is or whatever he pretends to be is dead. He's a zombie when Sam needs him to be and a corpse when Steve wants his old pal. He's not good enough. He'll never be good enough.

"I tried to get you to leave, punk," is what leaves his mouth instead. The words feel like dialing a rotary number based on muscle memory and not knowledge; the phrasing and accent are old tombs Bucky doesn't recall dusting off. And yet they're still there, pristine and pretty when he needs them, but held behind this invisible barrier of 'not his'. Steve breaks into the sunniest smile Bucky's ever seen and Sam runs his fingers over Bucky's knuckles as he sets down the forks. It's not a good job but it's the best he's going to get.

Bucky feels like he's out of his body for the entire conversation with Steve, like the ghost of James Buchanan Barnes possessed him and is having a grand old time speaking to his old friend Steven G. Rogers. Even Sam and Natasha look impressed, though Wanda's eyes bore into him with a unique blankness. They all take a seat at the table and Sam serves them all some fresh greens with a black dressing. Bucky leans down to lick at it like he always does with strange foods but jerks back up at a strange ringing. When Bucky eyes Sam he sees that he's hit his fork against his glass.

"Mmm, salad," Sam says. Everyone at the table laughs; is it funny? It must be, even if it was just a reminder to Bucky that he needs to use his fork. Bucky picks it up in his flesh hand even if it's his non-dominant one, afraid he might scratch the metal with his other one. Bad cats don't get treats and Bucky wants to be a good cat, even if the only reward is a bad imitation of Sam's pie.

The dressing is balsamic vinegar and lays in thin black strands all over Bucky's baby spinach like squid ink pasta. The flavor is strangely sweet and tastes nothing like squid ink pasta, but Bucky still tries very hard not to remember the first time he had it. His therapist said that when he's facing a bad or scary memory he should try and ground himself. He focuses on the sweet taste of the balsamic vinegar and feels the snap of arugula under his teeth while listening to Sam's idle chatter. It is not squid ink pasta. He can be a good cat for Sam.

The next course is pasta. Bucky can't make himself eat it, not even if that makes him the worst cat in the world, so he begs Sam quietly for some day-old soup and a piece of garlic bread instead. Sam gives it to him without comment and directs the group's inquisitive stares away from Bucky's bland and milky soup. Bucky nibbles at his garlic bread in tiny bites and pretends his fangs are sinking into it. It helps. Steve, however, will not be dissuaded.

"No pasta, Buck?" He asks. Bucky shakes his head.

"No."

"Aww, why not? You love pasta?"

"Bucky loved pasta." He mutters vindictively. Even in his anger, he's not loud. He wants to hiss and scratch but he's still too fragile, too human.

"Come again?" Steve asks, the edges of his smile beginning to melt off his face like cherry popsicles off their little wooden sticks.

"Said I wasn't hungry," he repeats louder. "What, you hit a hundred and your ears broke?" Steve starts up a peel of raucous laughter. Wanda is not amused.

"It's not very good manners to eat before a dinner party," she says snidely. Bucky shrugs and pulls his hair out of its bun; he had put his bun up today so he doesn't feel bad about taking it down. Instead, he mostly feels relieved about being able to hide his face.

"What can I say? Sam finished dinner early and it was too good to resist." This is a lie, but he pairs it with his old smile and that twinkle in his eyes and watches Steve settle into "protect Bucky" mode. He has successfully turned the enemy against each other. He feels nauseous.

"Alright, knock it off you two." Even in his scolding Sam is amicable. Then, "Steve, come and help me cut this pie." Bucky excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

Bucky uses his metal hand to tie his hair up because his flesh one is shaking too badly. Bucky had tied his hair up this morning and Sam had been proud of him. He had been doing a good job of being human, but now he's started three problems and Sam has had to fix all of them. The least he can do is try to be a good cat and keep up with his grooming. The bun isn't as neat or as high up as it was before, betraying his anxiety and lack of coordination, but neither humans nor cats are very good at doing their hair. Sam says he keeps his short because he doesn't like the hassle. Sam wants to cut his because of the same reason. A messy bun will be okay. When he sits back down at the table there's a slice of pie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream in his spot. The ice cream is melted on the edges like whoever scooped it used a hot implement and the pie is still warm. Bucky wants to be a cat and give the pie-filling little kitten licks.

"I've always hated pie crust," he says as Steve comments "You always hated pie crust." They look at each other and share a laugh while Bucky's heart beats like a jackrabbit. What does he do now? Eat around the crust? Suck out the filling? Bucky eats the soggy, store-bought crust and the eggy ice cream Sam owns that he claims goes good with brownies. Bucky doesn't know because cats can't eat chocolate. Chocolate isn't a treat like pie; for him, it's deadly. Bucky shakes through the rest of the dinner and sweats through the movie and makes himself not cry while he hugs Steve and then finally, finally, they're all gone. Sam pats his face and goes to take a shower.

Most nights, Bucky sleeps in his blanket nest, but today he curls his body over Sam's feet. He wants to be the small, cuddly kind of cat that sleeps on its owner's feet today, the kind of cat that deserves to. Sam winces.

"You're too heavy for that man." Bucky doesn't mean to start crying but he does, long, plaintive mewls that are only broken by coughs or tears. Sam tutts at him gently and pats the space on the bed next to his torso.

"Aw, did you have a tough day Kitty? Why don't you come up here and I'll give you some pats." Bucky crawls upwards with his large, sinuous body, more like a jungle cat than a domestic breed, but Sam pets him all the same. "Like this, I can pet you all night," Sam says. "Isn't that better than laying on my feet?" Bucky is a cat, and he may not know much, but he knows the closer he is to Sam, the better.

Sam has a job. Bucky thinks that if Sam was different Bucky might not like the job very much, but Sam always leaves right after Bucky gets in sunning position and comes back after his second nap of the day. Sam always leaves food that can be eaten hot or cold too, so if Bucky doesn't feel like using the microwave it will be okay. Today Sam left him a turkey and Swiss sandwich with some apple juice. Bucky rips up the sandwich with his claws and licks at the apple juice until he isn't thirsty, then he washes his hands and lays down in the sun. There are a lot of different ways to stretch, Bucky has discovered, and none of them remind him of HYDRA. Nothing here reminds him of HYDRA anymore unless he's human, not even the bumps that the upstairs people make sometimes while Sam is gone. Before Sam, Bucky couldn't sleep at all because of the bumps. He was so afraid, all the time, and he couldn't sleep or eat or take care of himself. And then Sam started taking care of him, and Bucky eventually slept enough and ate enough that he started taking care of himself. Sam always calls him a good boy for eating all of his food and then washing his hands. Bucky used to not wash them, but then his hands would be sticky and he would cry without understanding why. Now it's better. Things are easier with Sam, and the way it's going, it may be easy without him too. Sam opens the door right as Bucky wakes up and Bucky watches with slit eyes as Sam sheds the stress of the day. The way Bucky was used to stress Sam, but now Bucky sees the way lines of tension fall away as Sam idly rubs his foot on Bucky's stomach. Bucky pantomimes biting him as playing cats often do and Sam laughs.

"Hey, buddy. Did you like lunch?" Bucky purrs happily.

[silvieesbubbles]

Imagine making a build-a-bear with your CG

When given the opportunity to put a voice recording in your stuffie your CG volunteers to make a special message just for you

“I’m proud of you [nickname]!” / “[cg nickname] loves you!”

I think I’d just MELT!!?!!? <33

[silly-baba]

Saw your post about a photography service for kiddos and CGs and i started thinking up an entire rant like:

let's go a step further... an entire ✨town✨ like it'd have li'l schools and the playground equipment would be sized-up and agere/agedre/petre/petdre supplies would be readily available and all that jazz... it'd be a safe space yes but also a fully-functional and operational one so people can be safe and comfy and still have access and opportunity to feel like 100% part of a community/in-group/society regardless of headspace and there'd be a lot less stigma too cuz everyone in the town would know what's up like a safe haven but your safe haven is now a functioning society

That would be so lovely!!

This or at least a little commune/ gated community! :0

People would wear pins with their pronouns and preferred pet names (if they so choose).

You could buy agere/ petre gear in logal shops, without having to browse through NSFW sides, aimed at k1nk communities.

There would be babysitter & petsitter services and daycare.

People would go on play dates, where the CG's/ handlers talk and gush over their kiddos/ pets, said kiddos/ pets can play together and flips do whatever they feel like at the time!

Even folks without a CG, kiddo, handler or pet would be integrated, sort of like "it takes a village to raise a child" approach.. everyone helps everyone.

It would be amazing!!!

Thank you so much for sharing this. <3 /gen

I'll go cry about it not being real now. /j

･.*.ﾟ☆❗please only interact if your blog is SFW❗☆ ﾟ.*.･

[princess-of-hells-littles]

"Easy there killer, I don't need to give Ms. Carmine another reason to keep me on bedrest longer,"

*regardless, wiggles fingers around for you to play*

*crawls back into our bedroom with a raw steak being clutched in my teeth; I pounce on the bed, drop the steak on my side, and chuff at you*

- @mama-vaggie

*laughs and pets head* "I see someone has raided the fridge, I was wondering where you'd run off to,"

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Possibly controversial but, I HATE THE TERM HANDLERS FOR PETRE!! Now now HOLD UP- if you like it? That's great! ^^ you're not wrong in any way!! I'm not saying it's a bad term or anything!

BUT.

I'm a pet regressor, specifically a bunny Regressor. I really don't ever want someone to call my caregiver my 'handler.' It feels like... I'm owned, not like my caregiver is there to help take care of me when I'm not so great at it. I hate the idea of being 'owned'. I hate the idea of being 'handled.' Not cared for.

So, again, this is a reminder not everyone in the agere community uses the same terms, especially if said term is something they associate with bad.

Not every regressor calls themself a little, for example! And that's totally valid!! I'm nit saying these terms are bad. They're perfect if they work for YOU! But for me, I strongly dislike the term handler ^^"

[zombiemother]

pup musings 🐾

want a crate so bad. bein able to come home after a long day and decompress in a small area curled up. :( blanket over the top so it's dark n I don't have to deal with nobody. pillows n a plush blanket to lie on. sum toys and a hoodie from m handler.

[kitkio]

A few misconceptions I’d like to address and clear up about Agere and Petre.

Agere and Petre are in No way Nsfw. Everything about it should be and stay SFW.

There’s not an age limit for someone who can regress. You can be 15, 18, 90, etc and you’re still valid.

Petre, furries, and therians are different things. Being a furry is a choice, it does not involve regressing to a different mental state. Therians are not those who regress to nor dress up as animal.

You don’t need a caregiver / handler / etc to regress. Although some may consider it helpful it is not a requirement.

Being an agere doesn’t mean you have to or are required to enjoy things like cartoons, toys, etc. you are just as valid if you like scary movies, writing, etc.

Overall, Agere and Petre aren’t limited to certain people. Anyone can regress and you are valid for it.

DNI: Nsfw, Anti-Agere, Anti-Petre