This will mostly include random oneshots I made but I do accept request! Note: These are requests, meaning I can choose not to do it if I am uncomfortable. I only have three hard rules; ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW, no OCs unless you are the owner of said OCs, and no real people.
I will write age regression, pet regression, age dreaming, and pet dreaming. The fandoms I will write about are as followed;
SCP
Undertale and AUs
Steam Powered Giraffe (I won't do Walter Workers unless they are OCs)
Andy's Apple Farm
My Singing Monsters
Doom Patrol
Pokemon
Sons of Anarchy
TF2
FNaF
Critical Role Campaign 1/The Legend of Vox Machina
Sander Sides
Lego Ninjago
Don't Starve
The Henry Stickmin Series
The Stanley Parable
Minecraft
Nimona
You can add non-agere related headcanons (for example: asking for a character's gender to be transed) in the request as well!
My tag for padded content is "#padded" this includes diapers and pull ups.
My tag for accidents is "#accident"
Apparently I have a series on here. "The Big Adventures of Little Spy" you can find it under the tag of the same name.
Apparently I have a second series on here. "The Little Adventures of Transfem Lloyd" you can find it under the tag of the same name.
A huge storm hits the base and no one is responding to Miss Pauling calls. She heads over to find all the mercs regressed and huddled into a corner out of fear of the storm. Miss P enters mom mode and helps all the poor babies out!
Your writing is always awesome! Have a great day!
Miss Pauling practically jumped off her moped once she had parked. She had been calling the boys for hours and no one had responded yet. She slammed the base door open, clothes dripping from the rain.
"Boys? Where are you?"
"MAMA!!!" Scout cries out, running towards her. He's wearing a onesie with a paci clipped to it.
"Oh sweetheart. What's gotten you so upset?"
"Scary storm..."
"Oh, it's ok baby, mama's here now. Where's the others?" Miss Pauling asked. Scout just slipped his paci into his mouth.
"They're regressed too...and also scared of the storm..." Miss Pauling sighed a sigh of relief that they weren't dead or missing.
"Can you take me to the others?"
It took three hours to get everyone calm. Miss Pauling sighed as all the mercenaires curled up with her in the pillow fort they made. Soldier kicked Miss Pauling as he tried to get comfortable, Heavy's snoring sounded like a chainsaw, Sniper and Engineer were pushing each other to try and watch out the window as they were the only littles not scared of the storm, Scout and Spy were fighting over a pillow, Pyro was hiding under his own mini-fort inside the fort, Demo would cry every time his paci fell out, and Medic refused to sleep without his birds...but Miss Pauling wouldn't replace this for anything.
Sorry if this sounds a bit dumb, but Little Stanley causing toddler chaos in the parable. Like he’s making music (loud noise) by banging the bucket like a drum, getting into places he shouldn’t be because danger or drawing on the walls. Cg Narrator thought little Stanley would be calmer and sweeter? Nope, he’s still got the chaos of Big Stanley but less organized.
(Btw, please don’t make Cg Narrator too mean if you choose to write this. He can be angry about all the chaos but don’t make him yell at Stanley, just really stern talking to’s.)
(This is the exact vibe I strive for when it comes to TSP agere.)
"Stanley..." The Narrator sighed, rubbing his temples. Stanley had been banging that dastardly bucket for FIFTEEN MINUTES!
"How about coloring!" The Narrator snapped his fingers, summoning a stack of papers, coloring tools, and a coloring books.
"There, now you can do something without causing your usual cha- Oh no...why are drawing on the walls." The Narrator asked. He wasn't mad, just...tired. Stanley didn't respond, just continued drawing. Suddenly, The Narrator got an idea. He made a room with walls designed just for Stanley to draw on and placed it in The Parable. The click of a door unlocking distracted Stanley from his coloring.
"Stanley, upon hearing the lock click, was curious enough to investigate past the door." Just as he expected, Stanley opened the door and was enamoured by the room...and if The Narrator just...replaced the wall so he could keep Stanley's drawing? Well, that's just for him.
Can you write a one shot with Gheegur as a caregiver? He’s my favorite monster.
(I used the name Ashe for Gheegur, and I chose Megga for Pixolotl, both are default names for them! Even though canonically, all MSM monsters use they/them, I used he/him for Ashe and she/her for Megga.)
"It's ok, just a storm." Ashe cooed as he brushed his hand through the thin fur on Megga's head.
"No. Scary booms bad."
"No, booms are music. We make music." Megga looked up at him, her face in disbelief.
"No."
"Yes."
"But big boom scary boom."
"But! Boom is music. You just need to know how to use it."
"Papa crazy." Megga decided, curling up around Ashe.
"Maybe I am, maybe I am..." Ashe said, patting Megga's head.
Cole wet the bed after staying dry for a whole week!
Cole sniffled as he sat up in bed. After a whole week of staying dry, a scary movie night and one too many juice boxes ruined it. Cole shuffled out of bed and tried to remove the bedding but failed, waking up Jay.
"Hey little pebble, what are you...oh, bud..."
"D-don't be mad..."
"Hey, pebble. It's ok. I'm not mad."
"B-but...but..."
"Hey. Let's get this cleaned up, ok?" Jay patted Cole's shoulder. Together, they strip the bed and carry it to the washing machine.
"You wanna pick out your new sheets while I get you some new jam-jams?"
"...anything?"
"Don't make me regret this."
Cole ended up choosing a cake themed bed set. Jay sighed.
"Really?" Cole just giggled as he climbed into his now clean bed.
more little!heavy I beg of you, maybe he’s an older regressor (12) because it was around that time his trauma occurred. thanks sm! <3
(Warning: Death in Minecraft (literally))
"Aw man! Yer too good at this!" Scout said, upset at the death screen. Him and Heavy were playing Minecraft and Heavy had just killed him once again.
"Ha! I win! I get diamonds!"
"I didn' even have any diamonds this time!"
"But! You were about too! Ha!" Scout pushed Heavy. Despite not being regressed himself, he was the perfect playmate for the regressed Heavy. He was more than willing to play his games, and he had fun doing so too.
"Alright boys, settle down. Don't want to get medic involved again." Engineer warned playfully.
"Boooo!" Both boys called back playfully before returning to their game.
Heyyo! I made a zane fanart for ya and I want to know your opinion on it :D
Here the boi!! Ok so I drew him as a kid because well it was a cute idea and he never has I childhood so decided to well make one in drawings for him cause to me he's best boi and earned it😊
So whaddya think! Pls give me a response if you see this 😊😁
Also I love your agre OneShots You write about him they're so darn CUTE!!
Anyway have a great day
Awww! This is so cute! Sorry for not responding for a while but I love it! Love his little ducky paci. Thank you so much for sharing this.
I was wondering if I could request some agere with little Zane and CG nya
Um here's a writing prompt tell me what ya think?
(ok so how bout little Zane struggling with coming to terms with agere and hiding the fact that he's been doing it? Maybe nya teaching/reminding him that can rely on others?)
Zane sat in the corner, rocking slowly while sucking on his thumb. He was little, very little...but that doesn't make sense! He is a nindroid, he shouldn't react in the same way humans do! The others are supposed to rely on him, especially as a caregiver! How can they do that if he's a baby!
"Zane?" Nya crouched down in front of him.
"Bad..."
"Oh, snowflake...you're not bad, just little."
"B-buh gotta care for da others..."
"You don't need to all the time. You're allowed to take a break every now and then. Ok?"
"B-buh...buh..."
"Hey. What's rule number one on the chart?"
"...no beings mad at someone for bein' littles..."
"Good job. Now, what's number two?"
"...no forcin' someone to be big when dey little..."
"Good. Now, are you going to follow the rules or do I need to put you in the cuddle pile until you do so?"
But being totally honest I seriously need to make headcanons because I have no set ideas on all the mercs... RED and BLU...
HEAVilY (aha I'm so funny) INSPIRED of this post by @agereoneshots ♡
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Summary : BLU had a simple rule, "Don't regress in the middle of battle." It was stupid because he couldn't control it, but it kept his head up and made it easier to push back.
Until he pushed too much.
He regressed in the middle of a match. So he did the best thing and hid. Very poorly hiding skills, but it was all he had and could find. The last thing he's expect is his RED counterpart finding him and sparing him in favour to take care of him
Triggers/Warnings : Self-induced pain by biting, chaos of a match (not mentioned in detail), getting shot at
SFW / KID FRIENDLY INTERACTIONS !!
For once he tried. He tried so hard!
'Don't be little on the battlefield,' Easy enough until it isn't.
He thought he could push it back, one more round of fighting, then the administrator would call off the fight and they'd be off the hook. Easy enough, a few hours of running around. Thats exactly what he needed.
Until he was being shot at by a RED sniper. The BLU Scout ran to hide off. He didn't realize how slow he actually was being if a Sniper was finding him to be an easy kill. That made him even more nervous.
Sliding behind crates, he hid, knuckles inbetween his teeth as he chewed hard. His tears started blocking his vision. Everything felt and seemed so much louder now. Explosions shaking the ground that rattled his teeth. He cried.
A flash of red flashed across his vision and he looked up, biting his fingers as hard as possible. The injuries were fine, just as long as he wasn't being loud. But all he could do was stare up at the RED staring down at him. The other Scout.
BLU's head bowed down, he was terrified. The finger between the vice-like grip of his jaw, hurt. He was beginning to taste copper. Probably bleeding with all the chewing he was doing.
"Hey—" RED said, that was when BLU realized he was talking to him. Not killing him. The glint of the bat no where to be found. He didn't think too much about it.
He looked up with wide, terrified eyes. RED crouched infront of him, looking around.
"Little, yeah?" He vaguely gestured towards BLU, a question that barely had an answer verbally, instead with tense body language.
"I don't think 'm supposed to do this, but I don't hurt kids either," RED held up a pinky finger, as if to promise that was true. His head turned and looked away, which BLU followed, trying to understand what was going on.
"C'mon, not a place for ya, toots," RED continued, realizing the other wasn't going to talk. He made sure their pinkies interlocked before fully taking his hand and helping him up.
RED lead, BLU followed. It wasn't smart but the latter's mind felt so full of cotton and sheep that he wanted to believe RED wasn't gonna hurt him. He pinky swore!
They sat down, BLU practically on top of RED as he chewed insistently on the meat of his fingers. Drool dribbled down his chin. He barely noticed, but a thumb swiped across it before it got wiped onto pants instead. RED held him close, hand over his body, and his palm rested over his free ear, while the other was against RED. This was nice. It didn't hurt to feel like this. Finally, he was safe.
All he had to do was sit there, and listen to a heartbeat while choas ensued outside of their shared little bubble.
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Two posts in one day??? Crazy. JKJK just been getting way too inspired and finishing fics QUICK
(This was probably a Christmas ask but considering I first clicked "answer ask" in April and didn't touch it again until June, I'm just going to make it a generic non-descript holiday.)
"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Spy repeated cheerfully. Engineer looked up from cutting out the paper decorations to see Spy proudly holding up some that he colored in. They aren't bad, considering Spy's current headspace, but they are not done with the same level of skill that he would have use had he not been regressed.
"Good job, kiddo. Can't wait to see them hankin' around the base!" Engineer patted Spy's head. Spy got up and ran off.
"Hey! Don't be climbin' on the ladder by yerself!"
May we get some Blu Medic regressing mid battle and Red Med comforting him please?
(At first I call them BLU Medic and RED Medic but I do change to calling then BLU and RED respectively.)
BLU Medic sighed. It's been a while since he's regressed. The last time he regressed, he was with the RED Engineer while on that mission together. Now, both teams were back together to fight off a hoard of robots. Annoying but easy...right?
It was not easy. BLU was hiding behind some structure, hand over his mouth, trying not to sob as he was regressed. He was maybe a few months old but he was too panicked to really focus on figuring out a specific age at the moment.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING DUMMKOPF!?" RED Medic shouted at him. BLU covered his ears, shaking and crying. He heard boots running over to him.
"What are you doing!? Get up!" RED stared down at him.
"S-scary..." BLU didn't know why that was his response, baby brain maybe, but it was. After a moment, BLU felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You are little, ja?" RED asked softly. BLU nodded.
"It is alright. The battlefield is stressful. Let's get you somewhere safer." RED helped BLU to his feet and lead him away from the battle, protecting him as they went.
"We can rest here until the battle is over." RED said as he tousled BLU's hair.
may I request a TF2 scenario where both Medic and Heavy are little, however medic is significantly younger and Heavy is rather little as well but there's no caregivers around so Heavy needs to watch over Medic while little until a caregiver is able to help them
Medic was just a little baby today. Heavy went to him because he felt little, right at the cusp between toddler and child, but found him alone as a little baby. This wasn't right! Heavy decided he was going to be Medic's caregiver until he can find an adult!
Heavy has been taking care of Medic for the past hour and still no caregivers have shown up! Heavy decided to take matters into his own hands. He picks Medic up and begins searching for a caregiver. It takes a while but he eventually finds Engineer in his workshop.
"Engineer!"
"I'm busy."
"Medic is baby!" Engineer looks over. Medic is sucking on his pacifier, a sign that he is in fact baby.
little Stanley wantin to spend time and be snuggly wwith cg Narrator,?? :00
Stanley fidgeted with his hands.
"Something wrong Stanley?" Stanley held his hands towards the ceiling, signally that he wanted The Narrator down with him.
"Ok. Give me a moment." Soon The Narrator walked into Stanley's office. Stanley looked up at him while sucking on his thumb.
"Ah. Should have known you were little." The Narrator took Stanley's thumb out of his mouth. Before Stanley could get upset, The Narrator put his pacifier in his mouth. Stanley made grabby hands at The Narrator.
"Ah. Of course. You want cuddles."
Stanley grinned. Now The Narrator could never leave! Not that The Narrator did, but its the thought that counts.
