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"c'mon my love, can you sit still, for just a second?" stede asks, gently taking hold of izzy's chin so he can make sure the first mate understands.
"we've got to wash your hair now, and i don't want to get any soap in your eyes."
izzy just lets out a quiet huff at being told to sit still, but does so anyway. he doesn't particularly want to get soap in his eyes-
stede uses a mug to pour some water onto his head before the soap. izzy makes a surprised babble as the warm water runs down his face.
"it's nice having a warm bath, isn't it, darling?" stede coos.
the captain continues to coo and talk to izzy in that silly voice of his as he lathers the first mate's hair in one of his fancy, good smelling, soaps.
he's very careful to make sure that no soap gets into izzy's eyes.
"alright now, tip your head back please." stede instructs afterwards, gently guiding izzy's head back so he can rinse all the soap off.
"mama-" izzy murmurs, accidentally splashing water at stede when slapping the water to watch all the waves that follow.
thankfully stede had half a mind to drape a towel over himself beforehand, knowing how much izzy liked to splash around.
he lets izzy splash around for a few more minutes, finding the small man's happy and content sounds rather cute.
"are you ready to get out now, lovely?"
stede doesn't expect an answer, but smiles at izzy's (seemingly) responding babbles.
"yes, alright! let's get you all dry and into something comfortable, hm? maybe a nice, soft, nightshirt?"
"mama?"
"yes, one of mama's nightshirts! maybe we'll even get you a dressing gown as well." stede coos, "let's get you all dry now, darling."
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Hey guys, I wanna be more active again but classes and some personal stuff have had my mind in a very weird place lately. Hopefully I’ll be able to write again soon but we’ll see :)
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if S2 doesn't have Benjamin Hornigold turn up being played by Jemaine Clement I will actually eat my laptop
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@tasteofdeathao3 made a post asking for an agere prompt list for October, so here’s my attempt! I tried to make it a good mix of agere- centered, autumn/Halloween- centered, and more general prompts. I hope you enjoy this!!
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October Agere Writing Prompts
1. Comfy Sweaters
2. Day out
3. Learning new things
4. Cheering up
5. Road trip
6. Bath time
7. New toy
8. Getting creative
9. Pumpkins
10. Rainy day
11. Best friend
12. Decorating
13. Bed time
14. Check up
15. Animals
16. Accident
17. Magic
18. Carer
19. Story time
20. Shopping
21. Time out
22. Costumes
23. Younger than usual
24. Helping hand
25. Difficult choices
26. Being brave
27. Nicknames
28. Candy
29. Play time
30. Stimming
31. Halloween!
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lil izzy and ed wanting to play cowboys!
ed brings out the few cowboy hats he has, as well as a stuffed horse that stede had gotten him.
ed has to put the hat on izzy because the smaller lad only tried to chew on it. he tightens it enough to not fall off, and dons his own. he even manages to clip on the plastic sheriffs badge as well. he doesn't have an extra, but he lets izzy know that he'll still be able to be his sidekick.
ed definitely gives izzy the pink one, even though he has a different matching hat. mostly because he thinks it's cute and funny, but also because he doesn't mind if izzy chews on it that much.
unfortunately. they don't play for very long, because izzy very quickly grows bored. he instead pulls the hat off of his head and begins to nibble on it. he doesn't seem too interested in locking up bad guys and riding horses. he seems much more interested in watching and listening to ed pretending to be a cowboy instead of joining in.
instead of just putting the hats away and playing something else, ed just reimagines izzy as a person who needs help. he fights off some bad guys (some stuffed animals he had also brought along with him), and manages to move izzy from where he sat on the floor, up onto the couch.
izzy only makes a few happy and excited noises as ed jumps around a bit, going on about how he saved izzy.
he also somehow manages to slip the hat back onto izzy's head.
eventually stede joins them and ed makes him wear a hat as well. after he spends a few minutes cooing over the both of them in their hats of course.
they try to include izzy as much as they can, but he mostly provides background support. making his small babbles of cheer and encouragement. absolutely content in just sitting on the couch and chewing on one of his sleeves as he watches the two of them.
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Ficlet | Duckies
"Come, darling, hold my hand please!" Stede wiggles his fingers at the end of his outstretched arm.
Izzy takes his hand with a tight squeeze, fingers clammy and cold.
They're out on their property, a good few acres away from the house. The grass out here is much softer, much thicker, but also squishy enough that Izzy, clumsy as he is when he gets all small and soft like this, could easily trip.
The air is colder, settling into the cooler months, and Izzy's cheeks show a rosy red flush from underneath the scarves and beanie and earmuffs that Stede had wrangled on him on the drive over. The thick wooden sweaters layered on him seem to prove against the rattle of the cold air, his oversized bottle-green coat shielding him far better than Ed's worn leather, which he's trying to hide his shivers behind.
They walk, slower for Izzy, across the patchwork swathes of grass that cover the huge arching hills all around them. The grass thickens into patches of weeds and plants that dance in the wind with a sort of fluff sprouted out the top of each stem. Izzy reaches out to grab it a multitude of times, and eventually Ed swoops in from beside and takes his other hand, dug out from the warmth of his cotton lined pockets, to keep him from tracking any back into the car or the house.
Tucked back behind the sweeping masses of yellow budded weeds, the rounded edge of a still pond sits untouched, smooth enough to show the sky in a glazed reflection.
"Baba was out here, and he found something he wanted to show you, Angel boy."
Izzy pouts up at Stede as they pad through the soft patches of grass. He's still not a fan of his sweet and sugary nicknames, even now.
He turns to Ed. "Why were you out here? 'S cold."
Ed nods. "For sure, it's cold. I came out here for a walk. I wasn't feeling very good and thought a walk might help me."
Izzy's face twists up in a mixture of confusion and mild disgust that makes Ed giggle. "Walking doesn't make me feel better," he says, looking back down at where his gumboots kick at the camp clumps of grass in front of him.
Ed huffs a small laugh. "No, no, I know you don't like walking, I'm not gonna make you go on a walk."
Izzy nods, punctuating Ed's sentence with a petulant hum.
"What we're actually here for," Ed says, swinging his and Izzy's clasped hands, "Is so that I can show you something I found out here."
Izzy's head falls to the side in an open show of confusion. "Like... a scavenger hunt?"
"No, bug," Ed laughs, inky hair cutting through the icy wind, "I don't think so."
Izzy nods, seemingly satisfied, and keeps quiet.
"Stede, did you...?"
"Oh! Yes,"
Stede rummages around in his back pocket and produces a tightly packed paper bag, rounded at its stuffed edges.
Before Izzy can even really look at the damn bag, let alone decipher what might be inside, Ed it already tapping at his cheek, trying to garner his attention.
"Come here, follow me," he says, taking both of Izzy's hands and leading him down closer toward the fraying edge of the meeting grass and water. Ed crouches the closer he gets to the pond, and so Izzy does the same, crouching down so that he has to walk funny to keep up with Ed.
"Look, look, look," Ed splays out his pointed finger, close to Izzy's eye-line so that he can also follow in the same direction. "Down in the reeds, Iz, can you see it?"
Izzy squints his eyes, peering closer at where the tall stalks of reefs cluster around the edge of the pond.
Ed looks up to Stede, excited grin obscured by a bitten lip, and is met with an equally excited smile as Stede's dart between Izzy, Ed, and the base of the reeds.
Izzy's focused gaze turns sullen, wide sad eyes peeking up at Ed over a little pout. "I don't see anything." He whispers. The deepening curve of his frown paired with the obvious note of the lump in his throat made Ed's heart twinge.
"Nah, keep looking, bub, look over there!"
Izzy tries looking again, though not without an indignant little huff, and grumbles in the back of his throat.
"Baba I don't-" his whining is cut off by a little gasp.
Ed grins "See?"
"Baba, Baba, look!" Izzy squeals, flapping his pointed finger over towards the reeds.
"I know, I know!" He stage whispers, wrapping one arm over Izzy's shoulder and the other taking his waving hand and holding it still against Izzy's tummy. "Shhhh, baby, we gotta be quiet."
Izzy nods, mouth hung open in unadulterated glee, and Ed listens to his rushed breath with an ever growing grin.
Across the sleek edge of the pond, tiny ripples begin to break the surface of the water. Between the tall dark stalks of reed comes a flurry of yellow. a gaggle of little ducklings paddle out into the water, dipping their heads down into the water and shaking it off their beaks with quick twitching movements.
Six or seven slip out from between the browning stalks, some purely yellow and others spattered with greying feathers. Behind them follows a white duck, spotted grey feathers spread down across its back and tail.
"Baba!" Izzy whispers, hand fisted in the front of Ed's shirt and knees splayed out in the wet mud. "Duckies."
"I know!" Ed giggles. He appears almost more excited about the ducklings than Izzy.
Ed glances up to Stede, out of Izzy's view, and gestures quietly.
"Oh! Yes!"
Stede timidly steps over, much more careful of the mud and dew than either Ed or Izzy, and crouches down on Izzy's other side.
"Do you know what this is, pumpkin?" He asks, holding open the little paper bag for Izzy to peer down inside.
"Pellets." Izzy mumbles around the finger in his mouth.
"For?"
"Duckies."
"Good job!" Stede gives Izzy's cheek a fluttering kiss. "Can you hold out your hands for me? Together, please,"
Stede pours a good portion of pellets into Izzy's cupped hands, folds the bag and puts it away. If all goes well, they might be able to come back again.
"Here, bub," Ed murmurs, taking a small pinch of pellets and throwing it out over the glassy surface of the pond.
Before Izzy can even begin to complain about Ed stealing his duck food, the ducklings one by one begin to flock to the trail of floating pellets, swimming closer and closer as they chase crumb after crumb.
"Here, here, baby, hold our your hands," Ed grasps onto Izzy's wrist and gently helps him lean forward. Stede hooks his hand in the hood of Izzy's coat and holds on tight, if only to stop him from plummeting face first into an icy pond.
Izzy's cupped hands are thrust out over the water, lowered down slowly for the gathering flock of chirping ducklings to curl around the edges of his palms.
The soft overlapping chirps of the little ducklings is like white noise, filling up the empty air around them as Izzy smiles and squeaks under his breath. He looks up over to Ed every few moments, searching for reassurance and finding it in Ed's resounding returned smile.
Izzy hums under his breath - almost an excited squeal with the pitch it's at - when the mother chitters and takes her own turn at the food piled in his hands, soon dwindling.
"Mama duck..." Izzy hums, craning his neck to view more of the spotted white duck.
"Yeah, that's the mummy duck," Ed whispers, tucking a stray lick of hair behind Izzy's ear.
"Look, precious," Stede murmurs, pointing back over to the reeds where a dark duck floats idly, "That's the daddy duck."
"Why's he over there?" Izzy chirps, gaze trained religiously on the ducklings around his hands.
"He's watching over his family," Stede explains, hand tracing over the edge of Izzy's shoulder. "He's making sure they're nice and safe."
"We're not gonna hurt them." Izzy states, like it were fact, which they suppose it is, as Izzy is too timid to hurt a fly let alone one of these little ducklings.
"No, we're not," Ed says, petting Izzy's shoulder, "But he's watching just in case. Daddy has to protect his baby duckies, doesn't he?"
Izzy nods firmly.
"Can we... can we feed the daddy?"
"Sure, kid, do you want to do it or do you want me to do it?"
Izzy inspects the twittering ducklings eating out of his hands, brows furrowed. "Um..." he looks between the ducklings and the dark brown duck across the way, "Can you?"
"Sure thing, bub," Ed nicks a small handful of feed from Izzy's hand and tosses it across the water. The dark duck paddles forward and dips down to scoop the feed up in it's bill.
"Does he feel better now?"
"Yeah, I think so," Ed says, knocking his forehead against Izzy's, "It would be hard work protecting all those babies, but now he's got a nice treat."
"Uh huh."
"Are your hands all empty?"
Izzy frowns as a few of the little ducklings float back away from his cupped hands.
"Oh," he pouts, "I think so."
Ed pats his back. "That's okay," he says reassuringly as the last of the feed is snapped up by a particularly hungry duckling, "Now that your hands are empty, would you like to pat one?"
Izzy hums happily as he tips the last of the crumbs into the water, dusting off his hands. "Yeah," he hums, chewing on his bottom lip.
"How about that one, precious boy," Stede points out a pale yellow duckling, still trying to scoop up the slowly sinking crumbs of feed.
Izzy timidly reaches his hand over to the little thing and gently brushes over it's bill, then softly pats the space between it's eyes.
He's usually very quiet like this, even when he's old enough to hold an actual conversation, but he hums delightedly as he pats down the duckling back, downy wings. spread out and flapping excitedly.
Ed eventually reaches his own hands out and delicately scoops the little bird up and out of the water, setting it in Izzy's cupped hands.
"Ew," Izzy giggles squeakily, "It's all wet on me."
Stede laughs. "It's just water, darling, it's not wee or anything."
"Okay." Izzy huffs, eyes focused on how the little duckling pads around in his hands on wobbly little feet, cuddling up against his thumb.
"Isn't he cute?" Stede whispers. "Such a little darling."
"Yeah..."
"Do you like the duckies, Iz?"
"Uh huh..."
"You wanna come back, bug?"
"Yeah,"
Ed and Stede share a laugh as Izzy's responses grow shorter and shorter and his fixation of the little duck grows.
After a while of Izzy's breathy humming and gentle petting of the little duckling, the big white duck begins to quack loud and fast, kicking in the water and slowly beginning to float away.
The ducklings gathered close to Izzy and Ed follow after her in a flurry of rushed motions, slipping over each other as they follow their mother away.
"Mummy duck says that it's time to go," Ed whispers, clearing the confused look on Izzy's face and replacing it with a much more solemn one, "Put your ducky back now, ducky needs to go home with it's family."
With help from Ed, Izzy lowers the little duckling back into the water, and it chirps brightly as it joins the end of the line behind it's mother.
"Bye bye," Izzy waves, "Goodbye."
"Good boy, Iz," Ed coos, giving his cheek a fluttering kiss, "Nice work."
"You're such a smart boy," Stede continues from behind them both, "So gentle and kind with the ducks."
Izzy hums again, leaning into Ed's chest and squishing his cheek up.
Ed traces his fingertips over Izzy's cheek as they watch the ducks swim away, Izzy half in Ed's lap and head tucked under Ed's stubbly chin.
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I NEED MORE AGE REGRESSION OFMD CONTENT IT'S SO GOOD GIBME LIL IZZY
#fandom regression#sfw age regression#ao3fic#our flag means death#little izzy hands#cg stede bonnet#cg edward teach
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waa posted
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Eeee I wanna finish the second chapter of my fic cause I have it all planned and it's super cute and fluffy but I've just been so out of it lately. Classes started back up for me and I've haven't been able to get in the right headspace to write but hopefully I'll get it out sooner rather than later.
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izzy hasn't been sleeping as often as he should. he had assumed he would be able to get away with it, but that didn't seem to be the case.
when his thoughts all begin to get jumbled together and he has a difficult time assigning jobs for the day, he finally decides to go to stede about it.
he walks into the captain's quarters and slowly makes his way over to where stede sits on the bed. the bed looking so much more comfortable than normal.
he climbs into bed way easier and quieter than usual, not even bothering to take off his boots. stede doesn't make a big deal out of it. the poor dear doesn't seem like he has any energy left to do anything other than sniffle while stede helps him at least take off his vest. then deciding to reach down and pull the first mate's boots off for him.
"there you go, dearest. all comfy now?"
izzy doesn't make more than a soft sound of agreement.
stede holds him close to his chest, cooing about just how tired the poor man seemed. telling him he should have come to him sooner.
it was obvious that izzy was beginning to feel small when he entered the captain's quarters, but stede had never seen him slip quite this fast.
"it's alright my love, just try and get some rest." he gently rubs up and down izzy's back, calming him down as much as he can. "you've just been working so hard, darling. you deserve to get some rest."
izzy makes some sort of muffled mumble about only taking a 'small nap' and stede chuckles. he knew that a small nap wasn't going to happen, and that he'd probably have to be up late with izzy, but he doesn't mind.
"mama, sleep?" izzy manages to get out, his eyes mostly closed but he still seemed to be fighting sleep. "p'ease.."
"you want mama to sleep too?"
izzy gives a soft hum and cuddles in closer to the caregiver. he's more than ready to fall asleep, but he can't help that he wants to take a nap with stede. figuring that if it's finally time to rest, he should at least be able to do so with his mama.
"alright, dearest, let's both take a nap then."
stede carefully rearranges himself into a much more comfortable sleeping position, still holding izzy as close as he can. not wanting to upset the regressed man at all.
"mama.." izzy trails off, seeming to fall asleep before he's able to finish what he was going to say.
oh well, maybe he'll remember what he was trying to say after he wakes up. though stede would bet quite a few doubloons that izzy planned on just babbling some sort of cute, very sleepy, coos and mumbles.
stede kisses the crown of his head and sighs in content.
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I feel like Izzy would carry around the oldest, most FILTHY stuffed animal ever and refuse to let Stede clean it. It's his special stuffie and he doesn't want to hurt it by washing it. Big Izzy hates everything dirty and little Izzy doesn't love things that are dirty but his prized stuffie is the exception. He absolutely will have a temper tantrum everytime Stede to wash it.
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OKAY I JUST SAW THIS AND THOUGHT OF THIS POST INSTANTLY CAUSE HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY HAVE ONE OF THESE AND PLAY WITH LITTLE CARS ON IT
tiny tiny hc for my mod au where Ed and Stede's house is majority hardwood/tile flooring but when Izzy comes up to stay he only wants to sit on the floor so they have to invest in rugs and comfy little mats for him to lay out on
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Chapter one is out! Hope you like it :)
#little izzy hands#cg stede bonnet#izzy and his blåhaj#fandom regression#sfw age regression#ao3fic#cg edward teach#our flag means death
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Izzy and his Blåhaj
It's canon now
#little izzy hands#izzy and his Blåhaj#i can't stop laughing at this#fandom regression#sfw age regression
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I feel like Ed does, Izzy has Blåhaj
does izzy have djungleskog yes or no ofmd agere community and if not, who does.
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favourite favourite idea I have right now is just little Izzy being put to bed at an appropriate bedtime for a child and waking up a little bit into the night, creeping out from his little bed to find Ed and Stede up and chatting, eating something that smells a lot different to the mashed dinner they'd gotten for him and drinking wine in very big glasses.
There's something playing on the TV with people talking and laughing, but completely different to the fun things he gets to watch in the afternoon, and Ed quickly reaches to pause it when he notices Izzy standing in the doorway.
Stede pats the couch between them and he shuffles over, stuffy in hand, and wriggles up between them.
Ed talks to him for a little bit, petting his hair as he asks him if he'd had a nightmare or an accident or was a bit scared to sleep alone, but no - he'd just woken up and wanted to come out.
They offer him a snack, offer to share an ice cream with him or give him a sippy or bottle but he doesn't particularly want either, only the little soother that Ed offers him and the construction grade headphones Stede slips over his ears.
He curls up under Ed's arm as they unpause the show on tv and falls asleep against his side
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I'm just putting this here
It will make sense in the next day or so
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