#Stanford pines agere

[lttl3babybug]

how do you feel about ford as a caregiver?

Very strongly. I feel very strongly about him. So you can have some headcanons.

Cg!Stanford Pines Headcanons

🪬 Veryyyy protective of you (mainly cause he knows abt all the weird going’s on in Gravity Falls)

🪬Keeps you in his lap while updating his journal on new things he finds

🪬Occasionally he’ll let you add a few little notes on your opinions about the creatures to the page, you get your own special glittery gel pen Mabel let him have

🪬Keeps an extra paci on him just incase!

🪬He’s always prepared for you to randomly regress

🪬Ford is really good at coaxing you into regressing without you even realising till he’s slipped the soother into your mouth and calling you a handful of gushy pet names

🪬Likes rules, he has a set list of rules that he doesn’t like to make exceptions on

🪬Although there will be things he’s okay with bending the rules on

🪬Nap time is not one of them, he prefers for you to stick to the nap schedule because that way you’re not cranky

🪬Bedtime he’s willing to bend the rules on because he knows no matter how hard you try to stay up with him you’ll end up asleep in his lap either way

🪬Other than that he’s a very much no nonsense cg

🪬He loves to play make believe with you

🪬He’s very good at acting like a damsel in distress if that’s what you need

🪬Quite fond of tea parties, not so fond of getting up off the floor afterwards because his old man joints do NOT appreciate it

🪬Will let you apply makeup to him, does not mean he will enjoy the whole process

🪬If you’ve had a bad day he likes to get you to regress before you sleep specifically so you can go to sleep without having to worry about your day

🪬Snacks! Snacks galore

🪬Will cut up a hundred and one apples for you if you want that many

🪬Healthy snacks are what he’d prefer for you to have but if you outright refuse it he won’t give it to you and he’ll compromise

🪬If you’re a baby regressor he is very happy to bottle feed you. Seeing you all snuggled up in his arms with a bottle in your mouth has him melting.

[forcedagere]

I personally really like the idea of Bill x Reader x Ford. This one kinda ties into my previous post, but it’s not required reading. I suppose this would be an AU where Ford accepted Bill’s offer during Weirdmaggedon, or something else went wrong resulting in Bill staying in power :)

Contents: forced age regression, yandere, implied mental manipulation

Whereas Bill is far from the best caretaker (though he tries, in his own way), Ford takes care to create a semblance of structure in your life. He doesn’t have tons of practical experience with children or little ones such as you, but he makes up for it with dedication. He takes to caring for you as if it were a newly discovered, fascinating field of study. In other words… He reads many, many books, and tries all kinds of things to figure out what you like best.

Ford is not entirely fond of the kind of dynamic you have with Bill. It's not because he doesn't want to be referred to with parental terms, that's simply a matter of preference, but that he insists on you being friends above anything else. Considering the dynamics at play here, Ford cannot help but view it…

"As simply pedagogically irresponsible, Bill." The triangle in question rolls his eye. "Oh, boohoo! Fancy McFancypants over here knows what’s up!” Bill glances at you from the corner of his eye. Seeing you crack a smile while you’re sketching away with your crayons, he’s encouraged. “You read one book on how to raise a kid, and now you wanna tell me what to do? Get lost. Kid, c'mon, prove him wrong-- I'm your favourite, right?" You look up from your latest piece of art. You are drawing all three of you, in fact. You're usually deaf to their arguments, it's such a constant that you've grown used to the noise and stopped viewing it as a threat. (Your daddy calls it 'bickering'; Billy, when daddy isn't listening, calls it 'flirting'. That makes you giggle.) But you don't like getting involved in it yourself! So you firmly shake your head, and drop the pacifier attached to your necklace to speak. "No favourites… I love you both," you say with the confidence only someone as little as you could have. Billy's eyelid flutters, and your daddy smiles.

To put it simply, Bill is the ‘fun, rule-breaking parent’ and Ford is… A little less that. One should not take Bill Cipher as the benchmark of taking good care of a human, though.

Ford will make sure your meals are more varied than the endless stream of candy that Bill feeds you, and get you tucked in for sleep at regular times, too. Compared to Bill, who enjoys playing games with you and ‘roughhousing’, Ford prefers calmer activities. He’s definitely up for the occasional board game, but, most of the time, he’ll read to you, make drawings upon requests (or give you lessons!), or toy around with science experiments safe for someone who gets the urge to put anything that looks interesting inside their mouth.

He might’ve taken you for an adventure or two outside, but… The world hasn’t been the same since Bill got his hands all over it. He may be technically immortal now. You decidedly are not, as far as he knows. Either way, he doubts that Bill would let you out of this room to begin with. He doesn’t have to ask to be able to know that. If there is any reason he would keep someone locked up the way he does with you, it must be because you have some form of special connection to him. Ford does not believe he would risk that.

Really, Ford isn’t stupid or blind. It’s not that he’s going along with all of this because he is ignorant of Bill’s manipulation of your mental state. Bill can call it a ‘nudge in the right direction’ all he wants. He’s keeping you regressed. But everything has changed. He has changed, and Ford doesn’t know if he made the right decision. He fears he hasn’t. (Somewhere out there, in an alternate universe, a Stanford must live who made a difference decision. Ford hopes he’s happy.)

Spending time in this little contained room, with something dependent on him and eager to be looked after by him, who doesn’t know better and never will… It’s not good, it’s the very definition of selfish, but it’s comforting to him. Grounding, in a sense. With an eternity of time left ahead of him and the foundations of his previous life all but crumbled, he has something steady to return to. It doesn’t matter how much he rationalizes it. It’s twisted and fucked up, plain and simple.

…He supposes he can understand why Bill finds him so amusing, even now.

A little whimper snaps him from the spiral of his thoughts. Your bottle is empty. He should get youa refill, then pull you back on his lap.

[littlelambscandyland]

Bunker Down

Yan!Platonic Daddy Stanford x Fem!Reader, Side Yan!Platonic Uncle Stanley x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Forced Age Regression, Kidnapping, Use of Daddy (Non-Sexual Obviously), Accidental Self Injury, Time shit I don’t understand, Implied spell casting induced age regression, Reader is implied to be 20,  Ford has blue eyes cause I fucking said so, not matching to the canon ending

Your eyes burned from your sleep. The bones in your body sore and unmoving. You were content on letting yourself rest, allowing yourself some form of recuperating. Want and need were two different things, however, and you found yourself crawling from your covers. With Dipper and Mable leaving just a week ago things are still struggling to get back on track.

Something caught your eye, or rather your feet, when you left your bed. The floor was oddly soft. Now that you think about it, so was the bed. The bed that most certainly wasn’t yours in a room that also was definitely not yours. Your eyes still burn, but your curiosity burns harder.

You stand up with caution and exhaustion. The door was easy to spot among the slightly bright room. It reminded you of the room you saw taped in the back of the first journal, but that couldn’t be the same room. No, that room was your nursery. The room Ford built just for you after your sudden appearance in his life. It did look like it though. Different yet the same.

A part of this situation made you sad. The remembrance of loss and odd deja vu feeling of the room decor made you uneasy. Not the best way to start the day for sure.

Your hand clasped the golden handle and immediately turning it, or trying to. The door knob didn’t turn. The door barely even shuddered when you panicked and slammed yourself against it. It was a chilling realization when you figured out the door wasn’t actually wooden, just painted. You found out when the cold metal dislocated your arm from the pressure.

Your cries of pain stirred something up because a red light blinked above the door lit up and washed over you. Nothing happens. Nothing comes to stop you from angrily banging on the door.

It lasted a while. Sitting on your knees scratching at it with wavering hope. You were tired, but it felt like it’d been so long.

Finally the door opened. Frantically your father, Ford, entered the room. For an old man he moved quickly. All those years running must’ve made him tough if nothing else. He threw you in his arms and rushed you back over to the bed while muttering to himself. He sat with you looking over your damaged arm and hands.

“F-Ford…” You called out to him wearily.

You’d never called him your dad. Not since he’d come back. Not since being alone for so long. You couldn’t bring yourself to rely on him. You couldn’t be his daughter, not when he doesn’t even seem to feel that you are either.

“Dad.” He says searching a bag full of bandages.

You take it back, maybe he did think you were his kid.

“Wha- Just what’s happening?” Your voice rang through the quiet room.

Ford stopped searching and the scuffling noises ended. He didn’t answer. Instead, he works on your hands. Torn flesh wrapped delicately in the bandages. Did you really scratch that hard?

You look up impatiently. “Ford-”

“Dad.” Ford says, wrapping the bandage tighter than needed.

“Fine- Fucking- Dad. What is going on?” You asked anxiously.

“It’s-” He stops. “Hold on one second this is going to hurt.”

He wraps his hand around your wrist and then places his other on the crook between your arm and neck. Ford tightens his hold slightly and pushes hard on your arm. A gasp and a scream leave your mouth as he pops your arm back into its proper place. He pulls you closer into himself and pets your head.

“C’mon, sweetie, it’s okay.” He coos at you. “Shhh-shhh… Daddy’s here.”

As the pain faded he continued to work on wrapping your arm.

“You didn’t answer my question…” You drew out.

“It’s complicated to explain.” Your father answers, finishing your arm. “Overall…” He trails. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. I missed so much and, and so did you.”

“So… Your solution was a concealed box?” You ask.

You couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what he was trying to prove. Why were you locked in? If this was to keep you safe why not lock things out? Your curiosity showed on your face. The slight shake in your hands giving way to your fear.

“I didn’t think you’d wake up so early… Or try to tear the door down. You can’t go acting all crazy like that, kiddo. Why do you think you’re hurt?” Ford says concern lining his scarred face.

“That doesn’t- Why aren’t you answering my questions!?” Your panic voice breaks through.

“I know! I know. I’m just trying to save you…” He sighs and grabs your arms lightly. Ford frowns as you try to pull away. “I just want to have my baby girl back… I think we both deserve that. Don’t you a princess?” He asks hopefully.

It makes sense, a bit, why he’d do this. Bill had thrown you threw a portal at such a young age. This portal threw you years in time. You grew up alone in a completely different time. You made it to your teenage years without anyone. You did it! And you were so proud of yourself. Then again you missed out on being a kid. You missed your father. You missed everything, but, then again, so did he.

These thoughts didn’t shadow your panic. All this made sense, in a way. The man's mind was most likely fractured from all he’s suffered through the years. What you didn’t understand was the nicknames, or the room, or, now that you’ve noticed, the clothes.

His mind may be broken, but how old did he think you were? How old did he want you to be?

You sighed. “Ford…”

“Dad.” He cut you off quickly. A panicked laugh followed after. “I’m your father. I should be treated like your father.” His words rush out.

“Okay, I get it. But you still aren’t really explaining anything to me! Like the clothes, the room, fuck, the-the door? What exactly are you hoping to gain and what exactly is the plan here?” You integrate the man.

Ford lifts you into his arms with ease. Your tense body seemingly makes no difference to him. Your face to face with him, his broken frames shadow some of the intensity in his eyes. Blue eyes darkened by age and trauma. Your heart pounds dangerously hard against your ribs. Eyes wide and panicked matching his tired and manic orbs.

Ford rests his head against yours, but doesn’t close his eyes. His intense gaze frightens you and you close yours tightly to avoid his own.

His voice comes out thick and heavy. “I know… It seems radical. I know, you’re scared.” Your father says, moving away, cupping your face in his large hands. “I just want us to be happy again,” He whispers desperately. “Is it that bad to want to see my baby grow up?” His voice breaks. “I know, I know it seems odd right now, but you’ll get used to it! You can be daddy’s little girl again! Wouldn’t that be nice? No more worries just you, me, and occasionally your Uncle Stan.” He finishes with a smile filled with hope and delusion.

“I think,” You say, trying to pull away. “You need to take some time to- to calm down… Everything that’s happened and after all that occurred Dipper and Mable had to go home. I get it your- your stressed, but I really don’t think you’re thinking straight. Y- Y’know?” You plead to him.

Ford says nothing. His grip tightens every time you try to wriggle out. You’d never felt afraid of him until now. The lack of natural light, the decoration, the words from his lips, all have you in a state of fear you've never experienced before. Which was saying something because you’ve been through some stuff.

His eyes harden and he’s suddenly standing with you in his arms. Ford walks out of the room and up a set of stairs. Were- were you in the basement? Surprising you a bit when you made it to the door at the top of the stairs you weren’t met with the inside of the shack rather you found yourselves in the hall between the two mens’ rooms. Confusion crosses your face.

“We added a separate entrance so it’d be more safe. On top of that it’s more discrete.” Ford smiles pridefully.

You try to leave the older man's grip again, hoping maybe you could find some comfort in being a few steps away from him. This hope dies quickly when he simply switches you to his other hip. How the hell is his 70 year old ass able to hold you for so long? Your fear boils over to anger as you try to push yourself out of his arms.

“Ford! Ford put me down!” You shout pushing as much as he pulled.

He wrestled with you all the way to the living room. His grip was tight enough to carry you even while you tried to fight.

“That is enough young lady!” He shouts and plops you down onto… Another lap? “I’ve had enough of this little tantrum. Now you're going to sit there and be good for Stan while I get you breakfast. Am I understood?”

Your heart stopped. Not even when you were little did he yell at you. You were always his “little angel”. You never got in trouble. It was startling to hear him angry at you.

“Don’t think you answered your old man there sweetheart.” Stan chimed in.

Realization hit you for a moment. Your father threw you straight onto your uncle's lap… And your uncle seemed completely fine with what was going on… Are you going crazy?

“Why- I - uh - I…” You trailed on in a stuttering line.

“C’mon I know you’re young, but spit it out will ya.” Stan says with faux irritation.

“What- What is wrong with the two of you?!” You shout in frustration.

You try your best to scramble off of Stan's lap. A fight you lost very quickly when the old man crushed you into a bear hug. Through your pleas of “let me go” and “why are you doing this” you were cooed and hushed at. You found that your uncle seemed to find some sort of humor in your “tantrum”. He shouted jokes to Ford about how much more difficult you were being all because of a little change. How you were so pitiful it was cute.

Your movements came to a halt when you heard your father clearing his throat. Stan makes another joke about how you’re really in trouble now. Your eyes water quickly and your breathing becomes erratic. Before Ford could even scold you for you “bad behavior” you were having a full blown panic attack.

The whole thing happened in a blur. Warm arms and a faint glowing light. You felt so much smaller so quickly. It’s like the world changed course. You were so angry and now you felt so much more dependent.

“Please… Daddy, I don- I don’t understan…” You sniffle out onto his shoulder.

Your arms wrap around him as tightly as his wrap around you. Your head felt so much fuzzier.

“Told ya’ this would be faster poindexter, then again didn’t think ya had it in ya’.” Stan says proudly from his chair.

You peek over your daddy's shoulder… What’d he mean by that? Aside from the fogginess you felt fine. What’d they do?

“It’s just till she gets used to things…” Ford says while rubbing his hands over your back.

“Sure it is,” Stan says. “Anything to get your little angel back huh?”

Your father rests his head on yours. “I already have her, she just needed a little help.”

[theomenscouncil666]

Sad little triangle and his six fingered human 🥹

DO NOT GIVE ME SHIT THIS IS FOR OUR BILL FICTIVE WHO HAS A POSITIVE RELATIONSHIP WITH A FORD FICTIVE!

Lil bud needs a paci and a stuffie and a blankie STAT

[the-universal-sun]

what if instead of stan punching ford when he was branded he regressed

I love this idea! And sorry it took so long, I could only see this request on mobile and not my computer for some reason

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“Ahhh!” Stan screams, the pain in his shoulder was like fire scorching his skin. He clutches at his shoulder, he’s not touching the burn but he can feel the heat radiating off of it, coming in waves. He whimpers, all the fight leaving him, unwitting tears leaking from his eyes as he stifles a sob. It hurts so bad, worse than anything he’s been through. He hates this, he hates the pain, he’s tired of the pain. He doesn’t know why this is affecting him so much, because it was Ford who caused it? But, Ford didn’t mean it, did he? His brother, his big brother, wouldn’t mean to hurt him, right? He rocks himself, almost violently, hoping to at least soothe the torrent in his mind.

“Oh my gosh, Stanley! A-are you alright?” He can hear Ford call out as he rushes over to check, but he can’t bring himself to speak, the pain in his shoulder too great and his tongue feeling too thick. He just moans lowly in his throat, wincing as he feels Ford prod at the edges of his burn. Hearing his brother talk to him without scorn for the first time in a decade is what causes his sobbing, unaccustomed to and sorely missing his brother’s words and presence, He finds it hard to breathe with his tears, he rocks faster and faster until he’s stopped by a hand on his other shoulder. He finally looks up to Ford, throat tight and eyes wet and blurry. Stan doesn’t know what Ford sees in his face, but whatever it is has him gently hauling him up and guiding him to the basement’s elevator. Stan’s legs are heavy, like his tongue, and don’t want to move, so he stumbles a lot, his brother having to keep him steady. He winces, scared to get yelled at again, but Ford says nothing, just tightens his hand around Stan’s waist. The elevator ride is silent, Stan doesn’t speak, he just leans against Ford, thinking about how long it’s been since he’s done this, instead of the pain.

After what seems like forever, they make it upstairs and hobble into a room at Ford’s direction. It’s a bathroom. Stan distantly wonders if there’s hot water, he hasn’t had hot water in forever. Would he be able to shower, with his shoulder? Stan starts to think there’s something else he should be worried about when Ford makes him sit on the toilet, stepping away. He grasps at Ford’s coat, bringing him closer, so scared he’s going to leave him, making him be all alone again. He doesn’t want to be all alone again

“Stanley, I have to get a first aid kit to help and examine you. Your burn is very serious, infection is a dangerous possibility.” Ford tries to pull away again, but Stan buries his head in Ford’s and shakes his head, silently begging for him to stay. “Stanley, please,” Ford sounds exasperated, grabbing Stan’s hands to pull them off, “I need you to-” he whimpers out a vaguely sobbed ‘no’, clenching tighter to the coat. He feels Ford kneel down, his hands bringing Stan’s up, making their eyes connect. He speaks softly. “Stanley-Lee, come on. I won’t be far, the first aid kit is right under the sink here, you can still see me. Okay?” Ford stands up, backing away slowly as Stan lets the coat slide from his fingertips. Stan grasps the end of his brother's coat, still looking at him. He needs this contact, he’s scared Ford will leave and disappear if he doesn’t keep a hold on him. Ford just stares at him, a weird look in his eye, before he steps towards the sink and opens the cabinet underneath, rummaging for the first aid kit. All with Stan grasping his coat.

Ford steps back to Stan and tries to step behind him when Stan panics again, turning to face him. What if Ford leaves when Stan can’t see him?! He’ll never be able to find him then! Stan can feel more tears leak and the ache in his throat and chest get worse at the thought of losing his brother again. He can feel Ford hovering around him before something gets shoved in his lap. He looks down to see his brother’s coat, but wasn’t he wearing this? Stan looks back up, Ford’s hands are hovering right in front of him.

“There, now that you have my coat, I can’t leave. Now can I please see to your burn?” Stan can’t argue with that logic, it’s super cold outside, and his brother’s too smart to go play in the snow with no coat on. Subdued, Stan turns his back to Ford, letting him look at his shoulder. It really does hurt a lot now that he’s not so worried about Ford leaving him. Ford’s silent as he pokes and prods at his burn, anytime he hisses and whimpers in pain, his brothers hand strokes his head, calming him. Stan hears scissors snapping and feels Ford cut away his shirt and jacket. He sniffles, holding back tears, this was his warmest coat, his only coat, and now he’s gonna freeze. Stan brings his legs up the the toilet seats he’s sitting on and buries his face in his knees, using Ford’s jacket to wipe away his tears and hide his face until his burn is fixed up.

It takes forever, but Stan feels Ford finally cover his burn with a bandage. Just in time for Stan to release a big yawn, rubbing his eye with one hand, the other still clutching Ford’s coat. Now that everything’s hitting him, Stan feels really sleepy, his eyes struggling to stay open.

“Stanley, how do you feel?” Ford’s kneeling in front of him again. How does he feel? He feels light, fuzzy, kind of hazy? He doesn’t really know, and he can’t speak anyways, so he just shrugs and blinks slowly. He stands with Ford as he walks over to the door, Stan grabbing his hand and clutching it tightly before he could open it.

“Stanley, really I-“ Ford doesn’t finish what he was saying, he just looks. Stanley yawns again, swaying on his feet. If his tongue weren’t so heavy, he’d ask for jammies and to sleep. Ford must have read or mind, his brother’s so smart, because all he does is softly say something about getting Stan some clothes and getting him a room. He follows Ford as he walks, holding his hand, before he freezes. His bag! Stan’s bag is still by the front door and he needs it! It’s got Poindexter, and he can’t sleep without Poindexter!

He walks to where he can kind of remember where the door was, still holding Ford’s hand, dragging him along and tuning out his protests. He gets to the bag and finally lets go of his brother’s hand, bending down and rummaging through it until he finds and brings out Poindexter. He turns around to show him to Ford, shoving him in Ford’s face.

“Stanley what-Ack! Yes I see it! Very nice-“ Stan shakes his stuffy, Ford’s not getting it! He points to Poindexters glasses and then to Ford’s, trying to tell him that they’re matching. “Y-yes, your-um. Your bear and I both wear glasses, Stanley, that’s very fun. Listen, why don’t you get some pajamas from your bag-“ Stan cuts him off, shaking his head. He doesn’t have any pajamas, just some shirts and pants, nothing he can sleep in.

“You don’t have pajamas? Stanley, I-I…” Ford doesn’t finish his sentence, he looks really sad, which confuses Stan. He doesn’t know why Ford’s looks sad. He shuffles on his feet, clutching Poindexter and Ford’s coat tighter, he really wants to go to bed now. Ford must want to, too because he doesn’t finish his sentence, grabbing his wrist and guiding him to a room with a really ugly carpet. He’s so distracted by the ugly carpet that he doesn’t notice his brother left his line of sight until Ford’s in front of him, trying to get him to raise his arms. He lets Ford move him, too sleepy to protest. Ford dresses him in a cozy sweater, tight but warm and clean, and moves Stan to the couch in the room.

“You can sleep here tonight, Stanley. It’s the only room with a bed right now. We’ll talk more in the morning.” Ford covers him him a blanket and tries to leave, but Stan grabs his hand again. Staring up at him, begging him to stay. He buried his head in Ford’s hand, hearing him sigh. “Just until you fall asleep, Stanley.” And Stan relaxes, happy that Ford’s watching over him, that he’s staying with him and won’t leave him alone. He’s so tired, it doesn’t take him long to drift off, curled up tight against the couch, clutching Ford’s hand, his coat, and Poindexter. He manages to move his heavy tongue to mumble a ‘night-night’ to Ford, and Poindexter, before he falls fully asleep, his eyes too heavy to open any more.

“I’m sorry, Lee”

[ukegenius]

crazy self indulgent art hello

posting this as its own seperate thing justt in case but i love agere headcanons so i draw what i see in my minds eye

most of these headcanons come from @the-universal-sun 's agere headcanon posts !! i love dr mittens little weewoos

[baby-mystery-twins]

Dipper and Mabel Agere Head Canons

Both Dipper (he/him) and Mabel (she/mew/sparkle) regress to about 2-5 years old

They actually didn't start regressing until their parents divorced and their Grunkles got full custody of them when they were fourteen

They almost never regress without the other, forever twins lol

Dipper regresses to cope with their parents treatment of him and their divorce, as well as wanting a childhood where he isn't forced to be a girl

Mabel regresses to cope their parents divorce as well as her fears of growing up and Dipper leaving mew

There's also definitely some lasting trauma from experiencing the apocalypse at age 12 that they both experience

Dipper likes playing in the woods, being read to and watching Stanford work while he tells him stories of the multiverse

Mabel likes looking for cute cryptids, coloring/arts and crafts and, helping Stanley make new attractions for the Mystery Shack

Stanley worries about the kids because he knows this is response to trauma but he absolutely adores taking care of them when their little, it reminds him of when they were that age the first time

Stanford feels like this might have been an all too generous blessing from the axolotl, letting him protect and care for his niblings that he never got to see before the age of 12

Divider one, two, three. DNI

[cloudbug08]

One dynamic I think a lot of people don’t talk about enough is Mabel and Stans relationship, how Stan grew up as the “Stupid” twin, and always tried to cling to ford, because his and fords friendship and brotherhood was all he really had, how Mabel grew up as the “silly” twin, how she clings to her and her brothers youth (the Summerween episode when she’s upset it’s their last Halloween, the games she plays with dipper that they played as young children) and stresses that she’ll lose her brother when he gets offered to be fords apprentice.

And I just genuinely love the relationship they have, yes it’s just a silly show, but you can see how they learn from each other, and I think it’s sweet, Stan encourages Mabel to enjoy herself and BE silly, after being compared to his brother for the first (the most important) years of his life he breaks that cycle, and doesn’t compare Mabel to her brother, because he acknowledges that they’re different, they have different skills and passions and dreams, just like how he and ford are different, he now knows that. Anyway, I love the character development in this show, it’s so beautiful. Love ya’ll <33

[little-wolfpuppy]

Caregiver Stanford Pines Headcannons

Special Request for my bestie @pwincess-charchar ^^ Fair warning I know very little about him- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1tRDiHti2ObjeYLfDg11vt?si=526f3e10f0cc4890 <- not my playlist, has explicit songs

Did he meet you in the Original timeline? Or inside the portal? Or afterwards? He has probably read enough to know about age regression as a coping mechanism, but if he doesnt he is more than willing to reasearch it.

Cautious at first - "trust nobody" and all - you could be leading him into a trap or tricking him. Also he has absolutley no idea how to handle kids (probably watches you in secret for a few days until hes sure you arent lying- ;-;)

Gradually starts moving the more "dangerous" objects in his home to a secure room, or high shelves out of your reach. Clears out a space (A room? Idk this man probably lives in a bunker lol) for you when you regress. Hes no rich man but he gradually gets a nice fluffy rug and some comfortable chairs/furnisihings.

Crazy protective - I mean he wrote the journals he knows the dangerous stuff that goes on in Gravity Falls and he canonically carries a gun around ;-;

Always prepared with a small regression bag incase you randomly regress

makes great snacks, a good balance of healthy and yummy (ie: apple slices with peanut butter or chocolate to dip)

Takes you on walks in the woods as long as you stay within his view

Let's you "steal" his glasses and put them on, and climb on him if you want to

Snuggles with you on his lap while he works on the journals - if you start to get antsy, he bounces his knee enough to make you giggle.

Keeps you VERY far away from any experemtal devices and magic he obtains.

old man humor

tries to keep up with you - but hes getting on in age and his joints just ain't what they used to be

Memorises your behaviors and knows when youre slipping or repressing - also knows just how to get you to relax and let yourself regress if youre repressing.

Divider woods / 3rd Divider / 4th divider / 5th divider

[smallcloudes]

Gravity Falls Agere Headcanons

 Regressor!Dipper Headcanons

Tries to pretend he’s feeling older than he is (It always backfires)

Age range is usually 2-3, tries to play it off like he’s 5-6

Experiences verbal shutdowns, both partial and full blown silence

On multiple occasions he’s come sobbing to Grunkle Ford, Grunkle Stan and even sometimes+ Mabel because he regressed too deep to read his mystery novels 

he hates most kids books, they’re too simple for him and he finds them really boring 

Takes Grunkle Ford’s sweater everytime he regresses, even when he doesn’t realize he’s regressed he’ll just go and snatch it compulsively

Often tries to pretend he’s not regressed, always fails and is always surprised when others know he’s regressed (despite the fact that wearing Ford’s sweater is the most obvious tell-tale sign)

Has a meltdown whenever someone takes or he misplaces his hat, he only doesn’t when he takes it off himself or gives the other permission

Often sneaks into Ford’s bunker to figure out what Ford is working on (which is much harder when he can’t read), falls asleep halfway through almost every time

One time he drooled on one of the papers and ruined the page of notes then upon discovering this cried so hard he threw up, Ford wasn’t even mad and had copies of that page

Multiple times has run his own ���experiments” with a complete disregard for his own safety

He takes off his hat and puts on safety goggles, but the safety goggles are a broken kids toy and he’s still wearing Ford’s sweater which is ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE on his tiny body

He always ends up breaking something or hurting himself (which always results in a lot of tears)

Very sensitive when regressed

Started regressing as a way to cope with his anxiety and paranoia, continued regressing to cope with literally everything that happened to them that summer, good God could you imagine going through that when you were 12???

Tries to be independent

Should not be

Like seriously, this kid cannot take care of himself and should not be trusted alone

Constantly sneaks off to prove he can be independent (he always proves he can’t)

 Will do anything to avoid talking about his regression outside of it

Regressor!Mabel Headcanons

Is not shy AT ALL about her regression

Age range is about 3-5

Never shuts up about being older than Dipper when regressed, he always pretends to not know what she’s talking about (in a multitude of ways)

Just as crafty when regressed as she is when not

Just a bit more clumsy and her crafts turn out a bit messier

She cries when they break

Very energetic

Extremely loud and talkative

No one understands her half the time but everyone always just goes along with it

Will not take no for an answer when she wants to play

Actually very responsible when regressed with full capability to be independent, she just chooses not to be

One time she ate an entire tub of glitter and threw up a literal rainbow of sparkles on Grunkle Stan in the middle of rough housing

One of the few times she actually had a full meltdown over something that wasn’t a craft breaking

Its extremely difficult to actually make her upset (again, besides the crafts thing)

She rarely has tantrums and meltdowns

Stubborn but for the most part a really obedient kid

Started regressing to cope with aging, continued regressing because that fear only strengthened over the summer and also EVERYTHING THEY WENT THROUGH AGAIN OH MY GOD

Thinks Grunkle Stan calls her Pumpkin a lot cause he really likes pumpkins

Everything she gives Stan when regressed has something to do with a pumpkin if not one on it

Stan was actually very indifferent to pumpkins before this started happening

He now actually does really like pumpkins because of Mabel

Considered Waddles her only caregiver before Stan and Ford discovered the twins regress

Still considers him one

Dipper used to be her primary caregiver before he started regressing himself which became an issue of if one regressed the other does too

Actually really does love being a big sister and looking after Dipper for Grunkle Stan and Ford for a little bit, even when she’s already regressed herself

She often overhears them discussing both needing to leave but not knowing what to do with Dipper and offers to take care of him

They never ask her to, she always volunteers

Caregiver!Grunkle Stan Headcanons

Approaches being a caregiver the same way he approaches being a Grunkle and guardian

Has a hard time softening himself when the twins are regressed

Which has caused many a problem where Dipper gets so sensitive when regressed

Tends to get a bit hot headed and gives harsher punishments

Is a lot more lenient

Often joins in on any chaos being created

More often than not it's joining in on Mabel's nonsense but there has been a few times where he joins in on Dippers experiments (The outcome being the same, something broke or someone got hurt and Dipper cried)

Pretends to be jealous of Waddles ‘being a caregiver’

Is genuinely a little confused by and jealous of Waddles ‘being a caregiver’

Tries to fight with Ford a lot less when he knows the twins are regressed

It’s proven to be incredibly difficult for him

There have been a few times when it proved to be too difficult and he consequently had to spend the rest of the day consoling and apologizing to the twins

Gets really into the games the kids make up, especially when he sees an opportunity to include violence

He WON’T go easy on them or let them win, they have to do so fair and square

This has led to more than one Dipper meltdown. His meltdowns change absolutely nothing about Stan’s behavior

The best storyteller ever. He does voices, big crazy hand motions, he puts his own spin on things, you could not ask for someone better

Because of this Dipper has gradually been going to Grunkle Stan a lot more for ‘Dip and Stan time’ as he calls it

Loves doing arts and crafts with the kids, especially if it leads to a new attraction for the shack

More than happy to load the twins up with sugar, conveniently always leaves them in Ford’s care before it really kicks in

Goes a little too far with rough housing often, he has been the cause of a need for many bandaids and many comfort cuddles

He genuinely doesn’t realize he’s going to far, he just gets really into it when he’s playing with Dipper and Mabel

He really does love them so much and wants to go all out for them (Not that he’ll ever say that tho)

More than once he has kicked out a customer for saying something rude or snarky about the twins behavior when they were regressed.

 One time Stan body slammed a man for calling them freaks (after having spotted them with pacifiers through the door from the shop to the house)

Caregiver!Grunkle Ford Headcanons

Is actually the most experienced with age regression out of all of them (from, yk, not being in that dimension for 30yrs)

Everyone thinks he’s the newest one to it out of all of them

He’s actually just that clueless about kids

Is excitedly waiting for the day Dipper actually asks to do an experiment with him

Dipper always does them alone or just observes Ford while he works, which secretly devastates Ford every time

Is a lot more patient and gives very light punishments

Is so much stricter, very worried about health and safety and rule following and will not deviate from the rules he has set in his mind

Comes across colder than he means to sometimes, especially when he’s super focused/distracted

Happily lets Dipper take his sweater

He secretly takes pictures every time and keeps one in his wallet

It legit makes him so so happy

Has a harder time playing with the twins

Is very happy to sit and color, read, or watch TV with them tho

Often pulls out board games and puzzles to do with the twins

He gets more into them than the kids do

“Analyzes” any arts and crafts Dipper and Mabel give him like they’re science journals or a paranormal anomaly before proudly hanging it on a corkboard in his bunker

He’s had to get 2 more corkboards to fit them all because he refuses to throw out a single one

Was genuinely super distraught when Dipper was so scared Ford would be mad at him for drooling on one of his pages of science notes

“He was terrified of me, Stanley, petrified! I don’t want him to be scared of me- He was just a little curious and got carried away, why would I be mad at him for that? Stanley, am I doing something wrong??”

He may or may not of cried a little bit over it

Tends to over explain and complicate answers to questions the kids have

It always leaves them with more questions than answers

He caught a cold once and let the twins take care of him and it was the cutest thing he’d ever witnessed

The soup they made him ended up giving him a stomach virus on top of it

It was definitely something Mabel put in

Often tries to coax the twins to regress so he can take care of them

He missed out on a lot of when they were younger, again, yk, after not being in this dimension for 30+ years. He really wants to make up for what he’s lost

One time, he passed out in the middle of braiding Mabels hair (They were supposed to be doing makeovers)

[lttl3babybug]

okay sorry for another question but … how do you feel about ford… as a caregiver.. for someone who pet regresses .. perchance -🐈

I also feel strongly about it. And PLEASEEEE do NOT be sorry. I very much love requests (even if there’s like 9 others in my inbox, I WILL get to them I swear) please feel free to send them away. Or even your own thunks that i might be able to elaborate on 😔🫶 I also don’t believe I’ve ever wrote petre content before, so congrats on being the first!

Cg!Stanford Pines, Petre!Reader Headcanons!

🪬Ford is very fascinated with the idea pet regression and pet dreaming

🪬Same as he was with agere but this is different, this is something new.

🪬He is definitely willing to be involved in your regression, taking mental notes of your behaviours when you’re sort of falling between headspace’s

🪬Let’s you sit by him while he works, occasionally reaching down at petting you to hear your soft purrs/whines

🪬He’s also very happy to play with you, throwing balls/Sticks or pointing a laser pointer round the room while you scramble to get it

🪬He finds it all very entertaining to watch and as long as you’re happy he’s happy to help

🪬He will huff and roll his eyes if you plonk yourself in his lap while he’s relaxing but in reality loves the vibrations of your purring on him

🪬EAR SCRITCHES

🪬he’s seen it work on dogs and cats before so why not you 🤷

🪬If you respond well that is his GO TO form of praise

“Good pet” Ford hums, running his fingers through your hair and gently scratching behind your ear while you were sprawled out on his lap

🪬Treats. Treats. Treats.

🪬Carries a little baggy of human safe pet treats in his inner coat pocket to give you

🪬They’re just cookies he’s either made or those Scooby snack cookies you can get in the store so it’s not as suspicious if others see

🪬But he loves giving you treats

🪬He’s also a sucker for watching you sit in sun puddles

🪬Ford WILL melt if you do the head tilt and make a small hum of confusion

🪬Bap

🪬Bap bap bap

🪬He baps back

🪬Course he’s very confused at first because you’ve just placed your paw on his face and nudged him with your head as if expecting something

🪬Eventually he gets it and it becomes fun game!

[cailleachcola]

i...have such a specific blurb idea.......but the words to make it good.....they elude me..

picture this (tw/cw: panic attack, mention of cuts, age regression)

stanford x reader (oc? idk if this is too specific to be for reader)

reader works at shack, breaks snowglobe, has a panic attack, cuts their hand while scrambling to clean up the glass.

stan comes in grumbling jokongly abt "breaking my merchandise, s2g 🙄" and then realizes reader is NOT okay! takes reader down to ford in the basement bc "he can patch u up better" (thats a lie, but ford can help more with calming reader down ((he knows from experience)))

as ford cleans and bandages up readers wounds, hes trying to ask what happened, reassure them that nobody is upset with them, comes to the realization that they are nonverbal and showing other signs of being regressed.

he gets them a blankey and some juice and a hug and its just super sweet and fluffy 😭

can you tell ive been regressing a lot lately? does it show?

[jthegayfruit]

i wanna hear the stanley agere hcs you had 🙏

Okay okay, I prolonged this bc IM NERVOUS >< I'm legit terrified of yall and I can't imagine disappointing yall 🥲

But yah! Stanley regression headcannons!!

This poor poor man, he doesn't even realize he's regressed most of the time which usually gets him into wild antics (basically "Legend of the Gobblewonker was him being regressed because what grown old man goes around and harasses random people on a boat with jokes LMAO)

His age is usually around 12 but can get lower on particularly bad days (or good days if Stanford is with him)

Stanford has known about it for YEARS and once he and Stanley overcame their differences Stanford helps out with Stanley's regression, usually by helping him notice he's little and keeping him out of the "adult drinks" and from chugging Pitt sodas

Definitely has a ton of plushies he's hidden away (mostly to keep mable from badazzling them or something)

Has a bunch of coloring books, loves to draw and color! Mabel totally hangs out with him and they make up silly exciting stories as they draw, Mabel even makes a few kid friendly crafts for them to do like finger painting and macaroni art (with glitter of course!)

They have to keep the door locked because Stanley WILL find a way outside and won't come back until late in the day, usually covered in sticks, pine needles, mud and leaves

Stanford has invested in a harness for Stanley, one of those retractable ones because little Stanley is an absolute handful

Eats pretty much anything off the ground (five second rule!! Except no Stanley, that's been there for a month and I've been documenting the mold that was growing on it, why did you do that)

I definitely have more but I don't want this to get too long 😅

I hope this was alright, I've deleted this and rewrote this like- 9 times dawg 😭

My blog is sfw KINK/NSFW DNI!!

[littlebouncybunnie]

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I headcanon Ford as a regressor just due to everything he's been through with Bill and the portal, and Stan is his CG

Ford used to keep it secret in his lab, but one day he forgot to lock the door and Stan walked in on him sitting on the floor without his coat on, stress chewing on his hand. Ford was clearly startled and tried to stand up too quickly but stumbled back and almost started crying but held it back

Stan knew something was off and sat down with him to try and get him to talk, and it took a *while* for Ford to open up about it.

One thing leads to research, and research lead to acceptance and Stan becoming his Caregiver.

Stan sits in his lab with him to look after him and he got him chewelry to stop him from chewing on his hands. Ford is a big fan of coloring (part of why he drew everything in his Journals instead of just taking pictures) and he'll show Stan all his drawings, who puts them on this mini-fridge in the lab

I'll do a full headcanon post later, this was just the general idea

[banjopolishh]

fiddauthor age regression hc’s ^_^!!!

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• fidds has a paci that has the iron giant on it

• stanford is sooooo understanding of fiddleford’s trauma

• stanford pats fidds gently on the butt so he can fall asleep faster

• fidds NEEDS skin to skin contact

• cuddles so much on ford’s bare chest

• watches lost media videos with his paci in

• stanford loves tiny fidds so much and has a baby plate for him

• so. much. spooning.

• fidds enjoys baby snacks when he’s regressed!

• cheeto puffs, the gerber baby snacks, rice husks, goldfish, mac and cheese..!!!

• ford makes up bed time stories for tiny fidds

• fidds is SOOOOO clingy

• he wraps around fords arm and ford calls him his little koala

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yes a lot of these r based off reality what about it.

besides the iron giant paci.. need that in my life

[the-universal-sun]

A big reason Ford throws himself so ardently into researching and caring for Stanley is because he feels so guilty about it. He feels like he was so mean to Stanley when they were reunited after 30 years, and that it took his brother sacrificing himself for Ford to stop hiding behind his serious demeanor and let himself miss and love his brother again. And it just breaks his heart, Stanley lost his memories, lost himself and Ford feels like it was his fault. He’s the one who made that deal with Bill and let him in, built that portal, all those years ago. He’s the one who branded his brother

Stanley of course reassures him practically daily that Ford has nothing to feel guilty about. They both made mistakes, they both regret how mad they got at each other. And most importantly, they both forgave each other. Stan forgives Ford for the burn and for the harsh reunion. He understands the stress Ford was under, and his temper was short then. Stan understands and isn’t mad. Stan wasn’t even mad about the Bill summoning situation.

( “He manipulated you, Stanford. He preyed on you, manipulated you, and hurt you. My only regret is that I can’t kill the Bastard again!”)

Stan still feels guilty about accidentally breaking Ford’s Science Fair project, which got him rejected from his dream school (“It was an accident, Stanley!-“ “Exactly, Sixer, an accident.”).

Stan’s point is, they’ve talked it over, they’ve forgiven each other time and time again, and all Stan wants is his brother, his twin, back. Ford has nothing to feel guilty about, they both grew as people in the 40 years of separation, they’ve changed, but for the better.

It’s a slow going process, getting Ford to forgive himself, but Stanley will be there with him every step of the way, helping him when the feelings consume him.