#radio silence agere

[babbiekou]

#me w aled at the moment #fandom agere #radio silence agere #sorry if someones done this before

[alwaysribbit]

Could I please have a kiddo outfit based off of Universe City, from Radio Silence? Probably for a 3-5 year old.

Thank you so much!

Radio Silence is absolutely my favourite Alice Oseman book haha, so this was a great request!! I hope you like it!!

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This is a SFW agere/agedream blog and I ask that only accounts safe for kids interact.

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[littlepurpleunicorns]

Moodboard Day 3:

Favorite Book - Radio Silence

Post I’m going off of

(Technically it’s favorite kids book.. but I’m gonna do it off my comfort book instead)

Aled Last is me guys <3

Idk, the board is based off the vibe the book gives me, not really the book itself

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[stuffieplaydateinc]

"Biting Habits"

🍬 | had a tie on the vote ,, so my friend voted CG!Marshall to cut the tie. + title change! + flag theme colors belong to the Vampire CG flag from @/zack-agere

🍇 | gender neu pronouns used, petnames from Marshall (bats/baby bat(s)), physical touch like lap sitting, hugging and cheek/chin touch, reader doesn't talk (verbal status up to reader)

Promt/Cws: slight confrontation(?) | Marshall has a stern talking with his little about them biting people and gives them things to bite instead

Word count | 712 words

Your hand was held by Marshall's bigger and much colder hand. The kinda cold that'll make you shiver yet not be cold. That was the type of cold that was comforting and harmless I'd think. You two made it down the hallway of his home. the way his silence pierced the silent air gave you an idea that he probably wasn't pleased. Not angry, not disappointed, nothing negative per say. Just an unreadable emotion you knew wasn't negative. You finally arrive to his messy room. Clothes were scattered on the floor, cds and record players hanged on the walls, and his guitar left on his bed. The only thing looking somewhat decent in his room was his made bed. But you didn't complain. You visited this room many times of the week afterall. It was radio silent before Marshall broke the silence with a soft sigh. You felt him let go of your hand before you were picked up. His two hands slipped underneath your armpits as he lifted you up without struggle nor hesitation with his movement. He sat you down on the edge of the bed before he sat next to you. Silence filled the air as if he was expecting you to talk first, but when you didn't he let out another sigh; He lifted his legs up before he sat in a criss cross like position. "(Y/n,).." he began, not meeting your gaze just yet. "I heard what happened at the kingdom today. Gumball said you bit him.. is that true?" He finally met your gaze. His gaze wasn't intimidating but soft and gentle. "..." another wave of silence hit the air. Marshall than began to talk again as his gaze switched to his nails instead. "I left you to be babysat by gumball while I ran errands. I know, you weren't happy about me leaving you without telling you a few days ahead of time, that was my fault. But I had a business to take care of. A job little bats like yourself shouldn't get involved in." he playfully squished your cheek as he said this. In response you let out a squeal mixed with a somewhat giggle from your throat. He chuckled lightly before pulling his hand back. He sighed again before getting a bit serious once more. "But you bit gumball when he tried to put you down for a nap. Baby bats you know better, you can't go around biting people like that.." his face softened, before he continued after a moment pause. "I know, this is coming from me, a vampire who also 'bites people' but remember how I told you, that you can tell me about your feelings?" He tilted his head slightly once you gave a small nod. "Yknow you still can tell me how you're feeling. Gumball is also here to help if you need to talk. He isn't a stranger, bats. He's your babysitter and.. kinda like a second caregiver if you think about it.." he gave it a thought before shrugging. "Still, you shouldn't bite people.." he touched your cheek reasuringly. You knew he was just looking after you. there was no hint of judgement behind those eyes. Marshall turned away before grabbing something from his backpack once he unzipped it. "I knew an incident was going to happen again, so i uh.. got you a few things that I hope might help." He pulled out a few options. A stuffed animal ram with fake stitched on bandaids. It's sol purpose being to help relax your jaw and to chew on it. As well as a chewy, necklace and bracelet and a stress ball. You slowly picked up the stuffie and the necklace. Which Marshall happily helped you get it on, as well as the bracelet. Once you were settled you began to calm down the stressful feelings as you squeezed the stuffie to your chest. Marshall smile as he helped you back into his lap. Giving you a gentle kiss on the head as a sign of comfort before his arms caged around your body in a hug like way.

"Let's see If this ends up working out. If it doesn't, I'll bring you to the store to get one to your liking, yeah?" He smiled.

End!

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[littleprincerianne]

remember when i said... "oh, a drabble/oneshot/one-off-story of little!alastor being titled radio silence would be fun cuz it's such a witty title"?

so... i tried... but also keep in mind i haven't written agere fics since six-ish years ago? this will probably be my last unless genuinely asked for (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) if y'all decide to read: cw for cussing

"for the last time, no throwing! please." charlie exasperatedly scolds, maintaining a polite and sweet tone in her speech in spite of the scene before her, only to shriek when the display dedicated to sir pentious almost got knocked over.

"al, please stop." vaggie said, sounding a lot more stern than her lover as she took it upon herself to shield the mourning display. the red-clad radio demon huffed and turned away, his usual wide grin widened further, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he giggled and once again used his limb-like shadows to throw angeldust around, only catching at the very last inch.

"no! funny!" he argues back, radio filters nowhere to be heard and his articulate vocabulary and speech being chopped down into that of a child's speech patterns.

more loud shrieks were heard as angeldust shook his head whilst being mid-air. "there's nothing hilarious about this shit, you little prick!" he yells, only to end up falling on the ground as husk finally manages to get a hold of alastor.

"you need to stop." husk reprimands whilst wrapped around the taller male, making the radio demon glare and whine as he was left unable to continue playing with angeldust. "nuh-uh, don't gotta listen to you, kitty!" alastor replies, sticking his tongue out in a cheeky manner after speaking.

angeldust laughs at the conversation before continuing to wince in pain. "gonna take that from a child, kitty?" he teases before bursting into fits of giggles at the sight before him

with the radio demon feeling little, husker had a bit more authority and autonomy, almost as if the nature of the metaphorical chains that held him down became nullified.

it was clear that he relished in these brief moments. "time-out. you've been a menace today." he sternly says, making soft tsk sounds as he grabbed alastor by the waist before gently yet firmly placing him down on the time-out chair set on one corner of the lobby.

charlie was about to step in and possibly protest about how the baby meant no harm and was just finding something fun to do on a boring day, but vaggie stopped him. "you do know you're making him brattier by the minute with that, right?" "he isn't even that bratty... which is a twist considering it's alastor we're talking about..."

the next few minutes were peaceful, almost too peaceful. alastor remained in the time-out chair despite virtually nothing compelling him to stay there. he sat, his smile a lot narrower than it usually is as soft static sounds surrounded him.

believe it or not, he was rarely ever in trouble when little, but that's usually because of an odd tendency to please whoever is with him. he remembers at different points, hell knows when, being told to be a nice little gentleman, be sweet, cause neither trouble nor harm... in short, be a perfect little angel... or as much of an angel you can be anyway...

but something was different today, he wanted to poke fun and play around for the sake of entertainment, even if it meant getting in trouble as he was sure he'd have fun regardless. spoiler alert, he doesn't feel that fun anymore.

alastor's smile fades into a pout that eventually finds itself becoming a frown before returning to a bright, albeit false, smile; this cycle continuing until niffty finally approaches.

she looks up at him and he looks back down at her, head tilted and eyes filled with an unexpectedly innocent curiosity. niffty initially addresses him with sir, only for alastor to shake his head ever so slightly.

"al?" niffty says cautiously, waiting to see if that was how the little one wanted to be addressed. "upset, aren't you?" she asks as soon as he nodded to the nickname.

the static sounds surrounding the radio demon grew louder, almost as if that was the answer to niffty's question. "you dislike the time-out chair? i can give you a cockroach puppet show while you're here!" niffty suggests, only to get no verbal response from the boy.

niffty ultimately decides to still perform her cockroach puppet show for alastor, not bothering to acknowledge his lack of a response. "alright, time out's all done, little one." charlie singsongs happily as she approached, only to be gently pushed away by the same shadowy limbs that alastor used to throw angeldust around earlier.

the princess of hell quickly picked up on the verbal silence, radio static, and the overall sad vibe. "you understand why husk got mad, right? you weren't being very nice, sweets." charlie gently says, which ended up being the last straw.

alastor's smile fully fades, replaced with a frown as he tried his best to make his sniffles inaudible. there was no clear explanation why, but he loathed being told he wasn't a good little one when little.

"hey, don't be upset!" charlie says in a panicky tone, which caught everyone else's attention. "upset?" a chorus of voices curiously repeated, turning their attention to the baby deer.

angeldust was the first to approach. "i didn't mean it when i called you a prick... at least, i won't mean it while you're little." he says in an attempt to comfort the radio demon who still kept himself as quiet as can be whilst frowning and sniffling.

alastor was having a bit of an internal debate, with a part of him insisting against crying as it was something that broke his notion of being good. "al? alastor? AL." charlie repeatedly called out, her worries deepening and worsening the moment the boy burst into tears.

static sounds surrounded the air, sounding as loud as physically possible. husk finally stepped in as he seemed to be the only one strong enough to carry the little. "hey, chill out... no one's mad at your antics anymore, mmkay?" he repeatedly whispers, rubbing circles on the radio demon's back.

hours passed and alastor finally stopped crying, though he still decided against speaking. "ha! the radio baby is radio silent today, isn't he? don't wanna speak, kiddo?" angeldust commented lightheartedly before getting nudged by vaggie.

"at the very least, you understand why throwing people around isn't allowed, yes?" vaggie says, being a lot gentler despite the usual animosity between them when alastor isn't regressed.

the radio demon nodded weakly, still pouting and sniffling. he still hasn't spoken, seeing as he eventually found himself unable to due to how hazy and tired he felt.

"still no talking from the hotel's little chatterbox? mmkay, silence is fine too..." charlie says before offering a rubber ducky her dad gave her, hoping the sight of a toy would cheer him up.

husk snickers at this. "you're giving him that of all things?" he asks the blonde, who insisted on giving the rubber ducky to the little.

alastor glared at it, fully aware of where it came from. he chucked it across the room, this time making sure to leave the sir pentious displays unscathed. "yucky." he finally mutters, making everyone laugh.

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[thorin-baby-bear]

Hello!! Would you be okay writing a Cg!Meeks x little reader fic where the reader is very clingy and shy around his other friends ?

I. love. dead poets society

This was soso fun to write, thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!!

Quiet Please!

A Dead Poets Society agere fic

Characters: Cg!Meeks, little!reader, gn!reader (I think?) all of the other poets are there to

CW: Overstimulated little, minor shouting, cuddles and lots of shyness

When Meeks had asked if you wanted to go to the common room with him and the other Poets, you had agreed. It was nothing new, just the same old fooling around as always, but something was different this time. You sat with Meeks and Pitts, fiddling with the dial of one of their many experimental radios as they argued quietly over some wire or another, and shook your head against the fuzziness in your head. You felt a familiar warmth in your chest, a comforting, gentle warmth that you usually would have welcomed if it had been just you and Meeks, but it wasn’t and you didn’t, and as the other boys laughed and played around you everything began to feel very big. 

You sunk deep in your seat, pulling your sweater up to your mouth and fiddling with a ring Meeks had given you a while back. Meeks, still deeply engrossed in his argument with Pitts, failed to notice your smaller stature and picked up the radio. 

The other boys cheered at something (probably a board game) and you flinched, the sudden noise making you curl even further into yourself as you tried not to show how little you were. You looked up at Meeks and silently hoped he would turn to look at you. The boys’ laughter and energy was getting bigger and bigger, and you were getting smaller and smaller as Meeks took a deep breath and frowned at Pitts. 

“No, that’s not how that– Pitts put down the pliers. Pitts no, don’t– stop!” Meeks shouted, pulling the radio and the pliers from Pitts’s grip and desperately trying to fix whatever he broke.

You squeaked in shock at the sudden noise and slid fully under the table, pulling your knees to your chest and burying your face in your arms. 

No sound came from above the table. Some snickers whispered by, but a few hissed reprimands and the quick opening and closing of a door silenced them. Then, you sat and listened quietly, hearing some awkward shuffling of shoes coming a bit closer to the table and trying not to panic. Then, the shoes that you knew were Meeks’s slid further under the table until he was sitting across from you, a bit more than a foot away. 

“Y/n?” He said gently. “Were we too loud?” 

You nodded and whined, looking up at him shyly. Meeks nodded and held his hands out to you. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t realize.” He murmured, smiling at you apologetically. After a moment's hesitation, you scooted forward and let yourself lean into his embrace, wrapping your arms tight around him as he rubbed your back slowly. 

“There’s too many people.” You whispered. 

Meeks nodded and gave you a tight squeeze before letting go and poking his head out from under the table. 

“Charlie, can you get everyone out?” You heard a round of groans followed by a muffled bark from whom you assumed was Charlie, and then a quiet, more questioning tone. Meeks popped his head back under. “Can the other Poets stay? Either way is fine, Charlie was just wondering.” He asked. You thought for a moment, chewing your lip before nodding okay. Again, Meeks’s head disappeared and the rest of the conversation was muffled. 

After a few moans and groans, you heard the doors open and shut firmly and Meeks beckoned you to follow him out. Slowly, you begin to exit the table, looking around in surprise when you realize the Poets are not in fact all standing around watching you, but back doing their own things quietly around the room. You stand up, grab Meeks’s hand and move to hide behind him. He chuckles and guides you back to where you were sitting before, and Pitts gives a small smile as you sit. You wave shyly, and his smile grows. Meeks ruffles your hair and sits in his own chair, but only a moment later you are pulling his shirt. 

“What’s shakin’ bacon?” He said, looking away from his radio for a second. 

You giggled and shifted from side to side. “Cuddles?” You asked, making tiny grabby hands. Meeks cooed and opened his arms wide, laughing as you all but scrambled into his lap. He went back to his work, sometimes asking Pitts for his opinion on something but most of the time just bouncing you up and down on his knee. 

After a while, Pitts leaned over and cleared his throat. “Hey, y/n?” He said quietly. You looked over at him with wide eyes. He hesitated before pushing a small pastry towards you. “I stoleit from the dining hall. You want it?” Your eyes lit up and you grabbed the treat, immediately taking a big bite out of it. “What do you say, y/n?” Meeks said. 

“Fank you!” You mumbled, crumbs spilling out of your mouth. 

Meeks sighed affectionately and smiled at Pitts. “I think you just made a new friend.”

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[dandelionpath]

Something hard about dealing with mental disorders and illness while being in spiritual spaces is how people react so defensively or angrily if you ever state boundaries around certain ways of thinking or beliefs. I'm not shoving into their spaces and discrediting their experiences, but when people come to ME and my space and say some shit that makes little alarm bells go off in my brain or something that pushes me towards paranoia or my specific triggers around delusions I experience, then I will state that I am not comfortable with whatever they are bringing to me.

And people hate that!! They get so angry and defensive and upset with me, and I really don't understand? I've never been disrespectful (as far as I can tell), and I try to always state that I'm not saying I don't believe them but just that I need to stay away from xyz thing for my own safety and well-being, but again I'm not saying I don't believe them or that they're wrong or anything.

I dunno lol it makes me feel alienated from everything and everyone so thats partially why I've been so quiet over here (also I just... don't have anything to post since I haven't done a lot worth noting). It feels like a very unsafe and unwelcoming environment to people who have mental disorders and struggle with them while still being spiritual. Rhere doesnt seem to be much of a willingness to let people have boundaries in place that keep themselves safe because everyone takes it as a personal attack on their beliefs when thats not what /I'm/ doing with my boundaries at least ;-; Is that what others do with theirs ??

Actually tbh I think it's mostly like... people who are far into new age bs. I mostly follow spiritual people who are more grounded in reality and who are really chill about mental health stuff, and the people I've encountered who have been rude about my establishing boundaries when they come to me have all been new agers lmao

Anyhowdy. I feel like i should apologize for radio silence over here for... however many months/years its been LMAO but I'm just trying to figure out my brain and (new) fatigue situation and reassess how to safely go about engaging with my spiritual path and deity working! I know I keep saying I'm coming back but tbh the fatigue situation is more the issue at hand lately - I've been learning to juggle cleaning with my college schooling with my art making with my trauma situation with my social life with my everything else I've got going on, and I'm continuously trying to see if I can toss the spiritual ball back into the mix yet :') one day!! one day!! I fear everyone else will have moved on by then but either way I'll still be here playing in the mud in my little corner LOL

#this is SUCH a ramble - apologies !! i have a lot on my mind and its also late at night RIP #comets posts

[doodlebugbaby]

Terribly sorry for the radio silence everyone! Life has been busy with school and health, and that along with lack of motivation and writers block has left me a bit stagnant. Im working on the CG!Dainslief piece right now, and while it's giving me a bit of trouble i hope to get it done soon!

In other news, Ive been binging all the FNAF security breach content I can get my little hands on. Sundrop and glamrock Freddy my beloveds.... If anyone wants to chat about any agere ideas about that or anything else on my source lists, feel free to send asks! I love just chatting about ideas as well as writing hehe.

Thank you for your patience! Love love!

#update

[tigerjpg]

Have you read anything else by Oseman?

I haven't put my hands on Radio Silence (and probably won't) and have 'Loveless' on the tbr list (and probably won't touch it with a 10 foot pole anytime soon for personal reasons), but I did read Solitaire and a significant portion of her webcomic Nick and Charlie (and the latter is indeed very fan fic like sometimes) . Solitaire wasn't ( maybe it isn't and I should re read it) and I actually found it a good account of what depression looks like in teen-agers, probably because it mirrored how I experienced it myself.

Maybe her body of work has qualities that can be broadly attributed to fanfic - but that also includes the upsides fanfic can have like representation of people who are often delegated to side characters, invisible or non existent in other published works and who now get 'validation' outside of fanfic, who perhaps won't have to do quite as much explaining of their own identities if they can point to the main character of Loveless and say 'I'm aroace - like Georgia. And that doesn't make me a monster. Or fucked up.'

i did try to read heartstopper and didnt vibe with it because, once again, of the 2016 tumblr fanfic vibe. and tbh i dont really have any interest in trying anything else by this author. and like if i want to read fic i'll just read fic yknow this just really is just uhhh not for me

#didnt realize this would be a hot topic of discussion my bad lmao

[sleepingsleipnir]

I am so sorry for the delay in posting and the radio silence. I had to make a trip out of state. Anywho! Back to the goodies! Nekomata is now up on the website www.SleepingSleipnir.com

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[babbiekou]

Regressor!Aled Last moodboard

#agere moodboard #radio silence agere

[babbiekou]

Baby! Baby baby baby <3

#me when apple juice #radio silence agere

[babbiekou]

There's just something abt frances always describing her and aled as feeling like babies or looking childish and their friendship having a lot to do with having interests that would be considered immature by other people like their clothing styles that is just so agere culture

#radio silence agere #and also the trauma lmao

[littleprincerianne]

i was just minding my own business earlier but i thought of this so i wanted to ask has anyone written an agere oneshot/drabble/whatever-you-call-it-one-off-story of non-verbal alastor and called it "radio silence" cUZ— IT'S HONESTLY A VERY PUNNY TITLE IF Y'ALL HAVE BUT IF Y'ALL HAVEN'T I'M THIS CLOSE TO TAKING THAT OPPORTUNITY CUZ IT'S WAY TOO WITTY(?? PUNNY?) OF A TITLE TO IGNORE... if there's one already, ヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕⁠o⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ where pls???

edit: y'all pls what do those likes mean (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ there's already something like that existing? where (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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