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Quint as a caregiver

(because I just watched Jaws and I love him sososo muchhh)

It takes a lot of convincing for him to let you come with him on the open water. "The sea ain't no place for a little scamp like you!"

He usually only takes you with when he knows it'll be a more mellow hunt, one that he knows you'll be safe on.

Lets you play on the deck of the Orca, but only when he can see you.

No one on the entire island has the guts to say anything negative about you; usually his hard stare is enough to dissuade anyone.

If you're comfy, he'll watch over you while you go swimming near the dock outside his house. He'll plop down with a cold drink and chuckle when a wave plows you over with a yelp.

There's a small nest of blankets in the cabin of the Orca for you now, and on bad days he lets you nap there. Even if he's not going anywhere, the tide still rocks, and it never fails to put your troubled mind to rest.

Quint knows every constellation in the sky, and you will spend long nights at sea with him pointing them out and telling you about them. Although, he sometimes forgets the actual stories behind them and makes up his own. They usually involve shark hunting.

He's pretty good at pretending to be nonchalant, but Quint is actually rather paranoid. He's constantly afraid of you getting hurt, and only really relaxes when he has you within arms reach. That being said, he tries his best to not let his fears show.

Whale Songs

Cg Quint x GN little

The tide swayed the Orca in its arms, making her wooden hull creak and sigh. It used to make you dizzy, but your Papa had made sure you could handle yourself on the water. It had taken days of stumbling around the deck, tripping over your feet and pouting at his booming laughter before you had 'gained your sea legs', as he said.

Now, you expertly made your way into the cabin, the warm light from the kerosene lantern inviting you into the cozy space. Papa was hunting a shark that was terrorizing the local fishermen, scaring off fish and sending them scrambling for shore. This one he planned on catching alive, taking out further from the island and releasing. You entered the cabin, where Quint was sitting at the table humming to himself with his eyes closed. You slid onto the bench beside him and nudged his arm. He didn't open his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward and he wrapped an arm around you.

You leaned into his side, closing your own eyes with a content sigh. The sea continued to rock, lulling you into a sleepy state. Just as you began to nod off, a long and mournful sound echoed across the water. You jumped, immediately looking to your Papa. He only chuckled, one eye finally peering open to gaze down at you.

"Steady, little sea pup. It's just the whales singin' a song for us." He explained. You listened to the sound, frowning.

"Why do they sound so sad?" You asked, and he gave a thoughtful hum.

"Well, I like to think they sing for the folks who lose their lives to the sea. They sing to send them off to wherever they're going."

"Just saying goodbye?" Quint nodded.

"One of the hardest things to say." He said. You both listen in silence for what feels like forever. You leaned against Quint's side, your eyes slowly fluttering shut. As the whales sang their wistful melody, and as you sank into a peaceful slumber, you just barely heard your Papa's voice join in.

"Farewell and adieu, ye fair Spanish ladies..."

"Farewell and adieu, ye ladies of Spain..."

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💫Alert!!! 💫

I have an irl puppy frienddddddd!!!!! Omgjajdbdidndbfkdksnxkajnsmznznznsn

Happy zooommiiieeeesssss!!!!!

They've invited me and my partner/CG to their birthday party, and I'm so-

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If I could just be a silly puppy napping in the passenger seat of Sniper's camper van, I think that'd fix me.

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I don't WANT creative burnout, I wanna build pretty houses and draw pictures!!!

Unfortunately, am just an ouppy with burnout😔

Above: me trying to do things

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Pov: a puppy regressor watches Van Helsing (2004) while not regressed

Big me: woah, the special effects are so good! I was a year old when this first came out, and it still holds up! Even surpasses some works I've seen in recent years. Not to mention the monster designs are so good!

Puppy me: Oooh, Van big puppy! Van is big puppy Papa!!!

Conclusion?

I now have yet another character from non child-friendly media that I headcanon as a cg...

Van Helsing:

Me:

Big puppy Papaaaaa

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...Im just a silly guy.

💯🙏💛🟨👍

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TF2 Agere oneshots

Part three: CG! Medic x Masc little

Possible TW: brief discussion of parental trauma

"There we are, all fixed!" Medic declared, stepping back. Pyro giggled and clapped their gloved hands after inspecting the Hello Kitty bandaid on their arm. They skipped towards the door gleefully, where Engie was waiting for them.

"Ah! Don't forget to grab a candy on the way out!" Ludwig called, and the regressed Pyro squealed at the mention of sweets. Engie chuckled, raising a brow at the doctor.

"You spoil these kiddos, Doc." He commented, voice lacking any malice. Ludwig smirked.

"Ja, of course! Why do you think I'm the favorite?" He retorted with a grin. Dell scoffed, shaking his head with a smile. Pyro scurried back over to him, showing off the lollipop they'd grabbed. The pair left the medbay, their conversation fading. Once he was sure he wouldn't get any other interruptions, Ludwig turned his attention to his own little one.

Being team medic was a busy job, and he sometimes felt bad that he couldn't give exclusive attention to his little boy. His little one was sitting at a table in the corner, coloring silently while chewing on a teether. The Medic smiled softly, strolling over. He peeked over his little one's shoulder, frowning.

He was drawing himself, sitting alone with a sad face. Two other figures stood on the other side of the page, and Ludwig recognized them as his biological parents. He'd seen a picture of them, unfortunately. They bore angry expressions, seemingly yelling at the child. As Medic watched his little one draw, a few teardrops hit the paper. A small sniffle told Ludwig that his sweet baby was in distress. He clicked his tongue soft, trying not to let the harsh flinch bother him too much.

The Medic sat down beside his boy and sighed. The little slowly pushed the paper away, as if he'd be punished for having it. They sat in silence for a long while, Ludwig fighting the urge to scoop him up and cuddle him close. His little one was skittish, still getting used to regressing around him; he didn't even have a nickname for his caregiver yet. Not Dad, or Papa, or Dada, nothing. And Ludwig was perfectly ok with that. He understood that parental figures were a source of trauma for his little, and if he wanted this to work he had to respect the boundaries. Still, it made Ludwig sad that his sweet baby didn't trust him yet.

"Bad memories?" He whispered. His little one was quiet, but nodded. The Medic offered his hand, which was hesitantly taken by a much smaller one.

"I know, Baby Bird. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you. But hey, you're not there anymore, Ja? You're safe now, you've got me, and I love you so much. You know I'll never let anyone hurt you?" The little glanced over at the paper, then slowly looked up at him with teary eyes.

"No yell?" He whispered. Ludwig shook his head, smiling sadly. Archimedes flew over and landed on the table in front of them. The bird cooed worriedly and let the little boy pet him carefully.

"See, Archimedes agrees! Such a protective big brother! He'll peck whoever tries to yell at you. And then I'll give them a good... talking to." Ludwig declared with a grin. The little boy perked up, offering a rare smile.

"Kee' me safe?" He asked. The Medic's gaze softened, and he gently brushed a strand of hair from his face.

"Always, my sweet bübchen. Always." He promised. The little boy looked away, then took a deep breath and surged forward to burrow into Ludwig's arms. Ludwig gasped, immediately taking his little one in his lap.

"Oh, my baby..." He crooned, kissing his head and sighing. His little baby hugged him back tightly, and Ludwig could swear his heart stopped as a faint whisper met his ears:

"I love you, Papa..."

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Um helo!! If requests r still being taken can I have cg Spy moodboard pwetty pleas :3 ish okay if no

I hope you like it<3 ty for request

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The urge to sit and stare adoringly at my Papa for hours on end tho.

⬆️me rn

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Black kitten moodboard

Requested by: anonymous

Requests are open, halloween requests take priority!

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child safe banners!

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TF2 Agere oneshots

Part two: Heavy x fem! Little

Possible TW: nightmares

Heavy wasn't entirely sure what woke him up; he was usually a… well… heavy sleeper. He laid on his cot, hands folded on his belly as he frowned at the darkness. Then he heard it.

A soft sob.

Heavy sat up slowly and looked around. His eyes adjusted, aided by the fairy lights that served as nightlights for the little ones. Speaking of little ones, a certain someone seemed to be having a rough night. Heavy yawned and swung his legs over the side of his bunk. His gaze flitted over to Pyro; they however were fast asleep. Heavy smiled at seeing them cuddling the stuffed unicorn they adored so much. Scout maybe?

No, Jeremy was snoring from his top bunk. He'd had a hard time sleeping lately, so Spy had squeezed in beside him. Having his caregiver close was one of the only things that got him to properly sleep as of late, so the Frenchman had cast his stubborn pride aside to comfort his little one. As it wasn't Jeremy so upset, there weren't many other possibilities. Heavy perked up as his head snapped towards their other regressor.

Sure enough, it was his little cub that was wide awake. She had the blankets pulled around her, face buried in the fabric. Heavy got up, carefully tiptoeing over to his little one. His foot brushed a wooden block on the floor, and she let out a shriek. A few of their crew mates shifted at the noise, and Heavy was quick to rush over and shush her gently.

“Hush, hush little baby. Don't want to wake others. Is ok, Papa is here.” He whispered. His cub bit her lip and whimpered. Heavy cooed softly, sitting down beside her. She shocked him by immediately burrowing into his side. She sobbed into his nightshirt, and Heavy sighed.

“Oh, sweet baby. Is ok. Is ok, I promise. Come here-” Heavy scooted around to lay on the bed and cuddled his little one close. All was silent for a moment, then Heavy spoke.

“Nightmares?” He asked.

“Mhm…” She mumbled.

“Do you want to tell Papa?”

“No…” Heavy pulled her impossibly closer, kissing her forehead and drawing the blanket around her.

“That's ok. Papa doesn't need to know details. You know you're safe, right?” There was a bit of a pause, then a small nod.

“Papa will always keep you safe. I promise.” He assured. She peeked up at him from her place in his arms, sniffling. Heavy smiled fondly, kissing her cheek.

“Is ok, little bear. Now sleep, you need rest. Papa will scare all the bad dreams away.”

“Pomise?” She whispered. Heavy nodded, and she finally started to relax. She snuggled into his embrace and sighed. Heavy slowly rocked back and forth, humming an old Russian lullaby. As time passed, the sniffles receded and eventually faded away. Heavy looked down, smiling at seeing his little cub fast asleep. He shifted into his side and curled his body around her, determined to protect his precious little one from the nightmares that hid in the shadows around them.

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How I greet my mutuals ☝️

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Gasp! How did Breakdowns.... Demise, affect Knock Outs pet regression?

That is a part of canon that I tactfully ignore. It was one of those deaths that shouldn't have happened, and I thought it was kind of lazy writing. So I'm ignoring it. Nope, didn't happen in my au! Dreadwing isn't dead either, I've decided.

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TF2 AGERE ONESHOTS

Part one: CG! Sniper x gn little

Possible TW: mention of his gun

“Alright, almost done.” Sniper mumbled as he worked. His trusty rifle was laid across his lap, being cleaned after yet another job. He was finally home, sitting in a lawn chair outside his camper as the sun set. The rest of the team was milling about; they were planning to have a cookout to celebrate a successful mission. Mundy paused his thorough cleaning to inspect his work. Satisfied, he set the rifle aside and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of his team, their boisterous presence soothing.

A small tug to his arm had him peeking one eye open.

“Well, hello Mate.” He said, a grin spreading across his face. He already knew exactly who it was. Sure enough, his little one was rocking on their heels beside his chair, stuffed animal in tow. Mundy sat up and stretched.

“Bet you were bored while we were gone, hope ya didn't get up to too much trouble.” They giggled and hid their face behind their plush friend, and Mundy chuckled.

“Cheeky little wallaby. C’mere, I missed ya sweetheart.” He held his arms out, accepting his eager little one into his lap. He held them close, sighing and rubbing circles into their back.

“So, what did you get up to?” He asked. His little didn't answer, nibbling at an apricot shaped teether. Ah, nonverbal today. Mundy smiled softly and kissed their temple.

“No words today? That's alright. Just a little joey, huh?” They giggled, beaming up at Mundy. He cradled them close to his chest, sighing contentedly.

“So, does that make me the Mum? Am I the Mum kangaroo? Maybe I oughta get a pouch to carry you round in. You'd like that, eh? To just be swaddled all day?”

Mundy’s little one babbled at him, chewing at the teether and playing with his sleeve. He sighed and shook his head fondly. So sweet…

Things would be chaos later, as the team converged on their location and Engie would have to hold a very enthusiastic and very regressed Pyro away from the fire pit, but for now all was peaceful. It was just the setting sun, the Sniper, and his cheeky little wallaby.

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They're all so cuteee!!