#CG!medic

[saccharineboy]

Little y/n

Thanks to @valentine-agere for the inspo with your hcs<3 :3:3::3 i luv to draw cg meem sm!!!

[justafoxkit]

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..."

[engiebabey]

I yearn for cg medic content

Please 🙏

:3

baby's first ask!!! every1 always focuses on medic's literal medical aspects of his traits, but i like to think of him as a soft little nerd so here's some hc i have !! (+ a little blurb at the end expanding on one of them)

warnings: mention of an autopsy, mentions of bones, use of "papa"

this is so long btw i got carried away

despite a lot of hcs i see that medic is a huge poor meow meow, i do actually think he is more on the stern side when it comes to being a cg!

has rules for you to follow, and if you're a little older in your regression (4+) he may expect you to be able to clean up toys, use manners, etc.

likes to be called papa (because he is german) but if you don't like that then he also enjoys being called "doctor"

tbh i think he cares more about you getting not hurt for the emotional aspect instead of the physical. he knows he could heal you up with the medigun whenever he wants, he just doesn't need his baby to feel the pain if he can prevent it

reads so many books (this man is a huge dweeb ik) and really likes relaxing by sitting you on his lap and reading stories to you. will do all the funny voices, too

very into touching your face?? since so much of his life is spent focusing on other's body parts i think he's grown to love the features of those he adores because he's able to study them

will let you color in old reports and pictures of x-rays/autopsies he's done (censored, of course) and has a special folder for them

very big teacher. will teach you your own bone names, how many you have, and if you're on the older side he may even attempt to teach you cpr or quiz you on the things he teaches. he thinks it's important to know your body.

he knows he is very busy :( so he has a special corner in the medbay for you! little table for you to sit at, a crib if you're extra tiny, a bookshelf and everything! i imagine it's a bit like the kiddie corners they have at libraries for those who want to read and relax

does not trust a lot of the other mercs to babysit for you (because he has a lot to do and can't always watch you). engineer and heavy are the only main ones, though he does surprisingly trust spy enough to keep an eye on you

speaking of which, NO SCOUT !! he gets so worried about you so easily that he has a silly rule that scout can only hang with you if there is at least one responsible adult around

will play toys with you, and actually prefers it! he thinks that the engagement is nice and spending time with you in a way you enjoy is important to him.

huge on physical touch. he doesn't really like wearing his gloves when he touches you because it makes him feel disconnected from you, like you're a patient. will do the old man thing where he pinches your cheeks and pretends to eat you

lets you sit on his lap whenever he's just doing paperwork or hanging out. surprisingly clingy toward you but its cute!

little blurb i wanted to write about the teaching thing bc im so insane about it actually

warnings: mentions of bones, use of "papa"

"Alright, liebling. Now, do you remember how many bones are in that tiny body of yours?" Medic asks, poking a finger at your tummy. You giggle, looking upwards as you think.

"Two hundred.. two hundred and..." you trail off, unable to remember. You frown for a second. What did Papa tell you last time?

Smiling, he leans over from his sitting spot to whisper in your ear. "Two hundred six!" you shout, proud of yourself for giving the right answer, even if he helped.

"Very good, schatz!" he claps for you, your face breaking into a grin. Medic pulls out a piece of paper from behind him, and a pack of crayons. You squeal as he sets them down in front of you.

"Let's play a game," he starts. "Papa will point out a part of this body, and if you get it right, you may color it in. How does that sound?" When you nod frantically in response, he leads his finger to a part on the bottom half. "What's this?"

"Leg." you smile and grab a green crayon, excited to win your game.

divider by @aquazero, banner by me!

[r4t-br4inz]

I may have edited me and my friend to be Medic's baby... JHSDJDSH @saccharineboy

[monorays]

lol geass? what’s that??? nah bro suzaku and lelouch are friends who help out at suzakus family shrine and eat oranges together. fym black rebellion?????

[dreamy-puppy-xo]

CG!Alastor Sick Comfort Stimboard

❤️ 🎙️ ❤️ • 🦌 ❤️ 🦌 • ❤️ 🎙️ ❤️

[sweaterdestroyer]

CG!medic Headcanons🌡

Dni if you are kink, proship, anti agere, weirdo or a meanie in general.

Requests open

🌡ok let's start with the obvious. Medic WILL take care of you when you get hurt, sick or not feelin well!!!!

🌡Like it's so obvious that he would make you some tea, get you some pastries, let Archimedes company you, and he'll just make sure his lil baby gets all the rest,medicine,and things that they need

🌡He is such a hugger

🌡SPEAKING OF ARCHIMEDES. He does not like anyone else expect for medic and you. Medic probably likes to joke and call Archimedes your big brother

🌡He would obviously LOVE getting called papa. Like u can't convince me Otherwise

🌡medic is the best at making you comfy for bedtime. He would get you a nice warm drink while he read you fairytales.

🌡not German fairytales tho (seriously why are they so... Like that! 😭)

🌡He would let you draw some doodles on his notebook too!

🌡LETS YOU SIT ON HIS LAP WHILE HE'S WRITING NOTES OR READING

🌡He would probably also let you help with his surgeries. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who cares anymore

🌡he's busy most of the time but when he was free time he spends it with you!!!

🌡looovees callin you his little one, dear, and any sweet German name

🌡Medic is great at comforting you! He would gently caress you, let you hug him, and when you wanna talk to him bout something that's bothering you he's all ears

🌡braids your hair!!!

🌡weelll If there's SOMEONE bothering you .. Things won't end well!!!!

🌡After a long day of performing illegal medical practices, there's nothing medic loves more than cuddlin in bed with you, your pals(plushies he crochets), and his doves!

[severeacrophobia]

We are making a card game for TableTop Simulator with my boyfriend and here is the main nine, buildings, a mercenary and some dude wth he doin here

The rules are more like the rules in the Inscription, you can consider that this is a reskin, but with the characters of my friends. And mine ofc.

In the future, there will be many more cards, of course.

And here are the card backs ^

I guess that's all I wanted to say....

*peep*

[valentine-agere]

m made silly comfort drawin to cheer up >_< I love my papa medic !!

[princess-of-hells-littles]

An Update Plus A Goodnight

TW: Medical talk under the cut

So an update on our condition. Our fever had gone up today despite taking fever reducers. 102.2 F (or about 39 C) so we as a collective made the decision to call 111 to see what they thought and they decided to send paramedics out to us to take our stats and decide from there.

The good news is, we didn't end up at A&E (the ER for our American followers). When the medics got here they gave us some strong fever reducers while they took our stats. Our stats, while on the lower side of normal, were still within normal ranges. The only thing they were a little bit worried about was our oxygen levels so they gave us some supplemental oxygen while they were there. There were two medics. One sat with us to monitor our stats and fever while the other went and did the dishes because we've been so sick that we couldn't keep up with them. So we are still at home and in bed. We had strict instructions of bedrest, hydrate(we've been provided with LiquidIV), eat, and monitor. If our fever gets that high again to call 999 and get an ambulance to A&E.

With that out of the way, we are going to sign off for the night. We know we have been trying to get to a couple of asks every once in a while, but we might have to just not answer asks at all. Though I personally do like interacting through reblogs every once in a while, it breaks up the monotony.

Be good. Drink water. Make good choices.

[saccharineboy]

Reposting my old collage w dr Ludwiiiig

[tiny-mercs]

Hello! This a tf2 blog based on agere (age regression)! All littles (and others) are allowed on this blog as long as you don’t bring hate and keep the interaction safe for work! This blog is inspired by those hazbin hotel agere blogs that started popping up! (This blog is not a requests for writing blog.)

I am allowed to not answer asks. I’m human too. It also may take me awhile to answer asks. I’ve been quite tired as of late.

Whenever I respond as just the mod, I’ll do it like this!

This blog is supportive of all kinds of regressors! I have no issues with asks about padded agere either! Some of the littles on this blog are padded!

All 9 mercs are on this blog! Some of the mercs are regressors, some are flips, and some are caretakers so I’ll list them here! I’ll only be doing the mercs because they’re the only ones I’m really able to write.

Scout: Little. 5-7

Soldier: Flip with little lean. 4-9

Pyro: Little. 1-5

Engineer: Caregiver.

Demoman: Flip with caregiver lean. 6-8

Heavy: Caregiver.

Medic: Cargiver.

Sniper: Little. 3-6

Spy: Caregiver.

Anon list: 🧸,🪣, 🎠, 🌙, 🪐, 🌟,🌲, ⚾️, 🧶

Have a good day everyone!

[corrie-bite]

:Incoming Transmission from: Coruscant Guard Holding ward:

We need any available medic to head down to the Holding Wards and tend to our local vent cryptid. Di'kut got into a brawl with someone from Bacara's lot and our on-hand medics are tending to the the Marines who jumped in.

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

"Medic Bite, on route, Over"

Bite stands quickly from where he'd been sat talking with one of the other medics in the mess.

"I've got this one. Flag it to the medbay in case things got extra rough, and I'll comm you when I have the facts."

Bite turns on his heel and starts running full pelt towards the holding wards. He'd only met Tumbler once, but after memorising his file, he was already trying to sort out a plan in his head.

As Bite skid around the final corner, he was greeted with the sight of injured brothers and very tired medics trying to stop someone from continuing the fight.

Turning to the trooper on duty at the entrance, he asked where to find Tumbler and was pointed to a dazed and injured looking vod in the back corner of the room.

Weaving around the clones still scattered around the space, Bite finally reached the corner Tumbler was pressed into.

"Hey vod, it's Bite. What happened? What do you need?"

[thecglcatalog]

So apparently these were a thing.

[metal-caregiver]

I woke up today at 4am and man,, Im missing having a kiddo by my side :( Waking and baking right before work, giving my kiddo a kiss on their head before packing and waking them up for a nice breakfast and cuddle before work. Truly a dream </3

[lost-on-kamino]

Wish them well

So this is a little something after Cal broke my heart with unexplain the unforgivable... and then gaeasun broke my heart a second time with The Two Hundred... and THEN EPS WITH EXHALE THE PAINT FUMES So i’m joining the pile but with a different side of things... Batchmates wondering where one of their own is...

A Metro(nome) squad fic where Beat is ready to scream, Tacet is silently murdering and Pitch lives up to his name Also on Ao3 The little song i was listening to which is our dear Corrie is singing at the end...

- There was silence.

 Beat would usually love silence between the constant relief missions but… this silence wasn’t at all settling her mind. It had been ages since Rhythm had reported in, which had coincidently been when the 104th were joining the chase for Commander Tano, the falsely accused bomber.

Where was her Vod’ika.

The one she had left when she was transferred over from the Coruscant Guard to the 104th under General Plo, the one who would drop a new playlist over the date and cheer up the chat room, the one who sent pictures of the two natborn children he had made friends with over their pictures and art.

Beat knew he was still around, after all; he didn’t leave the chat. One of their rules within Metro Squad had been:

If you were going back for Kamino, you’d remove yourself from the Metro Squad Chatroom to signal the others to look for you, they were siblings and siblings all together even if one of them had gone.

However… Rhythm had just stayed silent.

LUCKILY for her… she knew two Idiots on Coruscant at the same time… despite Pitch muttering about the Guard and Fives, though repeatedly tagging Rhythm to get the Guard’s view in regards to the matter. She didn’t care about the damn time for them, while she predicted it would be about early morning for the two. She had requested a bit of privacy which Commander Wolffe had granted before calling, knowing Tacet would have their Comms on fullblast. She waited a few moments before stopping the call and typing into the chatroom.

[Heart skipped a Beat] Wake up sunshines, I know you two fuckers are on Coruscant

[Silence is Golden] Of course

[Loud Blue Screaming] It’s early… you know the time here… Why you doing this

[Heart Skipped a Beat] I want you two to check on @[Continously Talking]. He’s not responded and it's been ages since… THAT.

[Loud Blue Screaming] Why?

[Heart Skipped a Beat] Because you two are on Coruscant and you should check on him; Idgaf if you’re pissed off at the Guard about Fives, Grow up.

[Loud Blue Screaming] I’m not! I know the others are tense but I’d never drop Rhythm and his buds like that!

[Silence is Golden] You’d be breaking the Biggest rule

Beat leaned back on the crate as she looked at Tacet's message. Chord. They all promised Chord they would watch his Twin as they watched his body leave their sight and into the ashes. They’d watch his Twin. Pitch was the youngest but they always knew Rhythm was the one who’d be hit by everything the hardest, yet he tried so much to cheer others.

[Loud Blue Screaming] We’ll get up now… should be about time his usual shift starts up.

[Heart Skipped a Beat] Please… Let me know if he’s safe. At least for those he’s connected with; Lenta, Agi, Vite, Kiibuna, the Dead Men….

[Silence is Golden] Understood

Beat looked away from her Comms and sighed. Always her to get the others motivated, but when Mae poked her head in and glanced over her, she pouted.

“What’s wrong with you” Beat paused as she brushed a tear away.

“Nothing… not yet… Just hoping for some good news.”

-

Tacet had stretched quietly as Pitch finished off pulling on his armour, looking back. The two had ended up renting a room to actually sleep around in proper beds than the barracks. Soon the two headed out quickly while avoiding the stares of the general public as they walked towards the Coruscant Guard headquarters. Pitch yawning to himself as Tacet rolled his eyes; his fault for staying up to watch that damn holo-drama. The medic and ARF trooper entered the doors and noted how… quiet it was. Like… the lack of Guard members actually roaming in their own base… there were colours of orange and blue instead. This threw Pitch off, why wasn’t he contacted? Tacet frowned before quickly approaching the 212th member on the desk. “...Ah… ahhh” He quietly tested his voice. “...Excuse me.” Pitch however looked around more as he knew his brother would quietly claim the information, knowing Rhythm, he’d be in the Medbay.

He missed the horrified look upon his quiet brother’s face and the drop of his helmet. But the medic kept going along as he continued to move along fast. He noticed two troopers exiting the Medbay with a Coruscant guard member and for a moment, he didn’t notice the Guard’s face for a moment but froze when the familiar freckled face and scars passed by him. He quickly turned and grasped the Clone’s wrist, startling the three. “....Rhythm?” “...Pardon?” All colour drained from Pitch’s face. “...I am CT-2895… I am in the process of moving back to my cell after a Health Check as the Guard have been arrested for misconduct....” “...No… You’re joking… You’re Rhythm… My Vod…. My Ori’Vod.” Pitch shook his head. CT-2895 frowned. “You have the wrong guy…” Pitch shook his head again and looked to his fellow 501st. “No… That’s my VOD. What the Fuck happened here!?” He demanded. “...We were just given orders to escort to medical checks, if you want something, find the Captain or Kix… You know they deserve this after what they tried to do with Fi-” The Trooper didn’t finish his sentence before he fell to Pitch’s punch. “No… You shut up!” He moved again to grab at CT-2895, no Rhythm, as Orange flashed and grabbed his arm as Tacet shook his head. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Pitch?!” The trooper grumbled. “I’ll report this to the captain…” Pitch leaned towards the Trooper, his buddy pulling him away from the enraged medic. “Be sure you do! I want a word with him and why I wasn't involved with my OWN batchmate!” Pitch threatened as the trio continued to press on as Tacet held onto Pitch. “...It’s Rhythm… But… He’s Retconned…” Pitch frowned. “I recognise that formation of freckles, I swear to Kriff.” Tacet looked down. “There’s reports 200 went out and 200 came back wiped… After the hunt for Ahsoka Tano…” Tacet responded to him. “Rhythm… may have been one of them… But Commander Cody and Captain Rex have all the records and we can’t check them without their permission… Unless…” “...Unless?” “....We have ONE person…” Pitch stared at Tacet, who sunk his head, shaking it exasperated and tired. “Rhythm’s shadow.” The two looked at each other before nodding. - What Olly would have suspected was a change of the Guard of his cell, considering his containment needed to be… a little re-enforced. What he hadn’t expected to see… was his Guard open the door before a brick hit his helmet, throwing him into the wall. Tacet stepped into the room, hand tightly clenching the Brick, face blank as Pitch stared almost in horror. “....Wow, remind me never to piss you off.” Olly raised an eyebrow as Pitch checked over the clone as Tacet stepped in, throwing the brick to the side, causing a small dent into the wall as the 212th member looked over the Riot Trooper. Red Alert perked up from his spot, face likely complaining about the MULTITUDES of issues caused by this. “...What do you want?” Olly muttered. “...Answers… about everything.” Tacet responded quietly before moving to his knees and sitting. “...About the Vod you obviously didn’t care for?” Olly glared towards the two as Pitch winced. “...Rhythm means more to me than the 501st… Tacet is the one holding me from going to Captain Rex and fucking punching the snot out of him…” Pitch muttered. “I mean you could do something alternative.” Olly suggested as Pitch grunted. “I’d be willing at this point.” “...Enough… Why did 200 go away and come back reconned… Pitch… almost had an altercation with some troopers over him… I assume… he was one of the ones… who…” Tacet spoke wincing. “Why is he still talking, I know his vocals are still off.” He shook his head before switching to something more comfortable. Tacet smiled weakly. /Pardon/ Tacet’s hands shook twice in a peace formation as Olly read it. /Things are… Odd/ Olly moved his right hand across his chin in a pointed motion. Tacet frowned, folding his arms for a moment. He rubbed his knuckles together.

/Brother?/

Olly’s hands paused. And Red Alert took over. “Order from the top… they requested 200 Guardsmen who were involved with the chase to be re-conned… Rhythm was in the Communications center. He was part of them… all wiped and Returned… Fox put their names as memorials…”

Pitch shrunk a bit. “A few people have been told about everything here… I know a few selected to help Rex after… THAT. Me and Tacet knew nothing. We didn’t even know the Guard were arrested or what happened to Rhythm-”

/You didn’t check/ Olly motioned his hand, pointer to his eye and pinkie to his lips and thumb out as Tacet scowled. /Make it up. Please./ Tacet’s hand shook as Olly twisted his body away from the two, anger rising. They should have known. Red Alert looked over to his taller trooper before looking back.. “You have no time until they check on the guard… You need to know where they’ve likely got Fox’s things… Rhythm… Rhythm left a message for you guys…” Red Alert spoke up as Olly turned quickly back, feeling betrayed by his fellow Riot Trooper. But Red Alert knew… that these two would try their darndest to look into it. “Olly, I know you don’t care anymore but Rhythm was their Vod… they made this effort here. Let them make their decision…” Olly grunted as Red Alert shook his head. “There were others but… Find Fox’s things and find Rhythm’s message to you… I assume your Sister asked you… and knowing her; she'd be waiting until she can come back to Coruscant immediately.” “...You know Beat… She was a Corrie before the 104th.” Pitch sighed before standing up. “...So I guess we’re breaking into the Investigation for Rhythm.” He nodded. “I might be re-conned but then I can join Rhythm at least… He doesn’t deserve to be alone like this…”

-

Little did they know… CT-2895 sat in his cell and looked at his arm. The Blue medic… and Orange ARF trooper… They seemed familiar and distraught at him… No matter… He leaned back quietly, before murmuring words from a long ago lullaby he saw in a dream of a caring mother and her two children;

Well come and well met, my brave little spark How long you've wandered, burned bright as a star Oh, I have awaited you patiently all this time Past every fate Now sing with me once more, share of your life Far greater than memory, its loss and love words cannot hold Boundless the tale overflowsAnd carries your light out to sea