#cg mas

[sleepy4ndy]

Hello, I hope you have a good day! I just read your post about your headcanons for agere Spy, and I noticed when you mentioned, when Spy was regressing around Scout's ma. Do you mind telling a little about them? (I think Scout's ma may have delt with Scout's regression before, so she probably knows what to do! Oh and love your art btw c:)

Hi! I hope you’re having a good day yourself, and ofc I do not mind at all :]

Note: This is mainly about BLU!Spy & BLU!Scout’s Ma

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Ok so, Spy and Scout’s Ma were dating for a few years now, and Spy got comfortable enough to tell her about his age regression. She reacted relatively positive and she does a decent job taking care of him.

After some time, they got married and they had Scout. And their relationship started growing sour due to them being rather distant from each other compared to before they had their son.

After Spy decided to divorce Scout’s Ma as their relationship is no longer stable and Spy got custody over Scout. [Another HC I have for Spy and Scout]

Spy started regressing lesser due to having to take care of Scout until they got a job at BLU. Eventually Spy started getting closer to Medic and Engineer, especially Engineer which allowed him to get back to regressing more again.

Engineer and Spy’s relationship is much more healthier and sweeter, Engineer absolutely adores it when Spy regresses and he takes good care of him when he does.

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[DNI BANNER CREDITS TO:Tinyowelet]

[kakusu-shipping]

for nezu!!

🌟 - how is regression like for your f/o? (eg. agere/agedre or petre/petdre? which age range/pet?) 🐾 - do they regress voluntarily? how can you tell that they're regressed? 🧳 - how do they deal with regression when you're far away? 🎈 - free space! share a regression hc of your f/o

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

Ooooh tricky tricky... Thankyou for asking let me thiiink...

🌟 - What is regression like for your f/o?

Involuntary and very messy at first. It starts happening a bit after he retires as Principal of UA (so post-story). He assumes he's loosing his mind, finally snapped, something bad happened in his brain and it's too late to save him from it. It takes a lot to talk him down and get him to open up about what is happening and what it means.

He doesn't like to think or talk about it.

🐾 - Do they regress voluntarily? How can you tell that they're regressed?

Absolutely not, and his triggers aren't very clear to anyone but himself and he refuses to tell anyone about what they are.

His biggest regressed giveaway is that he'll seek out physical affection and touch, something that can send him spiraling into a panic attack in his usual headspace.

He also tends to be pretty quiet while regressed and stumble a bit more. We've caught him walking on all fours a few times while regressed as well.

🧳 - How do they deal with regression when you're far away?

Most of the UA staff steps in to help when Nezu drops, though both myself and Eri seem to be his favorites for affection and comfort, he doesn't put up a fuss when he can't find us and has to settle with someone else.

From what I've been told while away he will ask about a "Doctor" when he can't find Eri or me. We don't know who this Doctor is but Toshinori thinks it might be the same "Doctor" who experimented on Nezu before he was purchased by the Hero Commission. I guess Eri and I resemble him in some way? At least, enough that he connects us to him when he regresses.

I've been on and off looking into this "Doctor" with the help of Hawks in the old Hero Commission Files. So far we haven't found anything other than a laboratory name and some old documents on Nezu's stay at the Commission.

🎈 - Free space! Share a regression hc of your f/o

I've headcanoned for a very long time that Nezu use to be very jealous of Regressors. The ability to return to a childlike headspace, to be naive and innocent again.

I think on some deep level he wants to just be an animal, with only thoughts of his next meal and looking out for predators. All these human thoughts, this high level brain, it's not what his body was built to handle, he'd love to just be able to turn it off.

But at the same time the moment he starts involuntarily regressing and becomes something akin to a Toddler again he wants nothing more than for it to stop.

He's not ready to be vulnerable again, to be young and dumb again, to be pet and held and loved without all the toxic history bubbling up again and again.

He doesn't want anyone involved in his history or his private life, and this suddenly being a very affectionate toddler again is making that very difficult.

[tortademaracuya]

lo malo de haber hecho el juego desde el pov de une de les personajes es que no puedo parar de pensar en CGs que me gustaría agregar pero no tienen el más mínimo sentido que estén dentro del juego

[cleaetpauline60]

♡ Heroine Otome Game ♡

❥ Asahina Makoto [ Cafe ma cherie -Ikemen Cafe no Otome- ]

(⛔ This post is missing images of Makoto , if you ever have other official art (chibi or not) of Makoto , do not hesitate to propose them to me by private message or via ask)

[peminataimi]

Hi nak tanya sikit ada lagi ke orang yang main Tumblr ni minat dekat cikgu ii sekolah.

Kalau dulu dekat Tumblr ada cg azwa dengan cg baithi

Tapi sekarang dah banyak cikgu yang boleh buat modal

Aku nak korang pilih mana satu daripada gambar yang aku letak kat sini korang paling suka

If korang tertarik dengan cg ii yg ada dkt sini bole dm aku aku boleh bagi byk gmbr ii yg menarik n share kisah fantasi

[butchreg]

cg ! caitvi with a sickly baby headcanons !!

requested by @sugaaarcookie ! this was sent awhile ago so i hope that you're back to healthy by now my friend !! nevertheless i hope you like these :3 i'm not taking fic requests atm so i decided on headcanons between the two. i hope you enjoy ♡✧( •⌄• ) arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

the most attentive cgs ever ! vi is always cuddling you despite your fever while caitlyn scolds him , and constantly checks your temperature.

caitlyn is more realistic in her fussing , pouting at the fact that you're too sick for her to kiss your cute little face. she's constantly scolding vi , reminding him that if he continues touching your feverish skin , he's likely to get sick too. she keeps her distance physically , wanting to stay well enough to take care of you but vi can't resist your feeble cries for him and cait.

"oh shhhh , bubba. ma's here," you'll curl into his side , and he can't help but kiss your head to stop your whines. "i know , i know. being sickie suc- is so hard." he'll change his wording upon a stern look from caitlyn.

while caitlyn is physically distant , she fusses over you soo much , making you soup and tea and ensuring that you have enough cool pillows and enough blankets.

it pains her that she can't hold you. she'll tuck you in , feeling your forehead , and cooing at it's heat. "poor baby ," she'll say sympathetically. "could you eat a little soup for mummy ? how's your tummy feeling ?"

vi will make sure you're never bored , often taking a few of your discarded stuffies and having them act out a scene or have a chat with him. if you want something you're not really supposed to have when sick , maybe a spot of ice cream , you can persuade him occasionally but never caitlyn. your feeble little voice breaks his heart , how could he deprive you of a little sweet treat ?

vi will often come in as backup for caitlyn when it's time for your medicine. you tend to protest , refusing the small cup of icky liquid. "come on , kiddo. it'll make you feel better , i promise," he'll say , offering you a pinky to swear on. you're stubborn , turning your head as caitlyn urges you to open your mouth. "c'mon , little love. say aaah !" vi will add onto his previous remark , "when have i ever broken a promise ?"

both cait and vi will praise you every time you accept your medicine , or manage to eat your soup or drink your tea. caitlyn will clap , telling you what a nice job you did. vi will smile , "there ya go , you'll be feeling better in no time." he'll remind you how brave you are and that you need sustenance to grow all big and strong like him.

if you're to get out of bed , caitlyn will fuss , worried you're not well enough. "oh sweetheart , mummy will help you. do you need to go potty , what's the matter ?"

vi almost always ends up sick due to his constant cuddles and kisses with his baby. caitlyn sighs when she hears that first cough. "just got a little something in my throat ," he'll insist , but the next morning he's bed bound as well , caitlyn insists upon this. she chuckles at his protests. "honestly , you're worse than the baby ," she'll jest , with a little smile shaking her head a bit. she scolds him , unable to keep herself from adding an "i told you so" but she tends to both of you with the utmost care , love , and attention.

[tinylilacbun]

This request is based on season 4

How about the boat scene with Rafe being tied up but him being readers CG, how would that go down with reader and the Pogues /nf

You watch as Sarah prepares a tray with food and water for Rafe, standing beside her and fiddling with your fingers.

She knows what you're thinking and smiles at you, sliding the tray towards you. "Why don't you go and give it to him this time?"

You bite your lip, hesitating for a moment but nod your head yes, sending her a small smile before taking the tray in your hands.

You're carefully balancing the tray as you make your way to the tiny bathroom Rafe is tied up in.

First you were mad at JJ for punching him so hard to knock him out but after John b explained to you that the blonde was just overall stressed and overreacting you decided not to press on it any further, knowing that JJ has been through hell the last days.

As you reach the bathroom you slowly push the door open, seeing Rafe sitting on the ground in a manspread leaning against the wall.

He turns his head at the sound of the door creaking, a scowl on his face as he expects to see his sister again but it fades when he realizes it's you.

You crouch down and place the tray on the ground close to him, then sit down crisscross fumbling with the edge of your summer dress that Rafe bought you, not knowing what to say at the moment.

"Y'know, I can't really eat like this." He says lifting his bound hands a bit even though he could eat just fine the last times, he just wants to use the fact you're probably little and are molded into being his good girl to make you untie him. "C'mon, I won't tell them."

You feel torn between your loyalty to your daddy and to your friends, or family to be exact. The pogues have been a part of your life longer than Rafe but him on the other hand is the person you chose to be your caregiver, so you're conflicted.

"I can't..." You mumble, looking down at your lap, not wanting to meet his probably disappointed gaze. "Da others told me not to."

Rafe clenches his jaw, adjusting his position in the cramped space with a groan. "And I'm telling you to untie me, kid."

You shake your head guiltily. "M'sorry, daddy..."

"It's okay, I didn't expect anything else." He scoffs, using his leg to slide the tray closer to him. "You can go. I'm not someone who needs to be fed."

Your chest feels tight at the remark, feeling tears building up in your eyes at his tone, only used to him using the soft one while you're little but you can't really blame him.

Reaching into the small pocket you have on your dress you pull out some chocolate, laying it on his tray beside the cup of water. "I told 'em dat you not gonna be mean bu' they didn' listen..."

Rafe can't help but sigh, now feeling like an asshole for the way he's treating you right now and that he tried to make you feel bad that he's tied up, it's not like he didn't deserve it after all the things he's done.

He's a person who needs to be in control, and being tied up and unable to have the upper hand in this situation is triggering him to no end, that if something should happen he won't be able to do anything.

"Thanks...baby." He gives you a faint smile, glancing at the already open chocolate package. "Someone already had a little taste, huh?"

You giggle quietly but shuffle closer to him, careful to not spill anything that's on the tray, leaning your head against his shoulder you grab the chocolate.

Breaking off a piece you hold it up to him and he gratefully takes the piece into his mouth. "Where did you even get that?"

"Sarah sneaked it into ma pocket." You whisper into his ear and he nods, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"Should've figured that." He chuckles, his cheek pressed against the top of your head, feeling content to have you with him right now.

Taglist

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For Rafe:

@chiaraanatra @chimindity @erikasurfer

[wolfy-star1401]

Could we possibly request Doey Agere Headcanons?

Agere! Doey {poppy playtime} Headcanons

His little age is 2-8 years. He uses age regression to cope with his stress, trauma & his mental health

He learned about that from player who‘s his main Cg

When he’s regress he’ll get more curious about exploring his surroundings

He keep his agere stuff organized, each of them has their own box which are also labeled

He calls his Caregivers Mommy/Ma, Daddy/Papi {he misses his parents}, big sis & Baba

Doey likes to be called Buddy, sweetheart, little one, sweet boy, jellybean, dear, honeybee, rascal & kiddo

His sibbies are Kissy missy, BB! Dogday and the mini! Critters {from save heaven}, he‘s really close with them

He likes to build pillow fronts like in "Safe heaven" to retreat or to chilling out

He‘s not a picky eater but he likes pasta, fruits & veggies in cute forms

Enjoys listening to music from the radio or audio kids books

He likes to drink warm tee from his favorite sibby cup

He likes to talks about his interests with everyone

@sw124 @i-ate-your-children @i-love-the-little-things @nostalgiclittlespace @h3ll0everybby1 @dragon-queen21 @nottapossum @innocentlittlelambsnursery

[evilrashida]

EBONY X 550AM (2024)

Creative Direction: Ebony (@ehollor), Joshua (@550am)

Photographer: Deion Squires (@dukkiesquires)

Neptune is a Virtual Idol.

Character Design, Wardrobe, Hair, CG: Joshua Keeney (@550am)

CG, Retouch, Composite, Graphic Design: Euvn (@itseuvn)

Stylist: Claire Besco (@clairebesco)

Makeup Artist: Andrea Ma (@4ndrea.ma)

BTS Videography + Photography: Lennox Roach (@odetotheblacksheep)

Studio: Jupiter Hills (@jupiterhillls)

[sleepy-little-ciel]

Jiaoqiu as Reader's caregiver (mentions of Feixiao and Moze as cgs too.)

Tw/Cw : slight angst/mostly comfort

Jiaoqiu as Reader's cg, Mentions of Feixiao and Moze as Reader's cgs, Pet names (Dada (Feixiao), Papa (Moze), Ma (Jiaoqiu), Dove, birdie, baby, sweet one), Reader cries but gets comforted

First post aaaaa

Anyways, a little drabble for them because the sillies they're so cute. :( enjoy 🩷

Constructive critisism is appreciated 🩷

"Where Dada ?" Little [Name] said with a confused expression.

"She's working, Dove." Jiaoqiu said while finishing cooking today's lunch.

Suddenly, little [Name] was getting fussy for a reason unknown to Jiaoqiu. So he asked :

"Whats happening, birdie ?" The foxian said while slowly putting a hand on [Name]'s head, patting them.

"Dada not here, Papa out... Why Always me 'n you, Ma ?" The little one asked with a sad look on their face.

Little drops of salty water started to form in their eyes, and Jiaoqiu decided to take [Name] in his arms, before explaining.

"My baby, Papa went to buy some food, im sure he will be back soon. As for Dada, she's working. But youre a smart one, you know that already, right ?"

Jiaoqiu's heart suddenly breaks as he hears little sniffles and feels droplets of water on his shirt.

"Why are you crying, sweet one ? We're all here for you. Althought Ma is gonna make sure they learn their lesson. We cant keep our little one sad, hm ?"

Jiaoqiu suddenly feels [Name]'s arms around his neck, hugging him back.

"Youre safe with us, little one. We love you."

Remember to drink water everyone !

[kakusu-shipping]

🐤🧡🥇 for the agere asks? :o

Normally when I get asks for ask games that don't give also the F/O they're asking about I'll just delete it, or if I know the person I'll talk about an F/O from a Media we have in common (in this case FNaF)

But not today cause I'm Sploon brained and wanna talk about my Bug Eyed Pawpaw; Captain Craig Cuttlefish

🐤 - Talk about him!

Gramps is the nicest person I've ever met! He kept me safe on the Subway and comforted me when everything felt too hard. He said there was no rush to get going and we could ride that train as long as I needed.

And then when we did get to the surface he was nice enough to offer me his home, his family, and his protection for as long as I needed it. He and Three both were so so patient and kind to me, I dunno what I would have done without them.

🧡 - How did Cuttlefish react when he first saw you regress?

The first time was on the subway, after a mission. My clothes were too tight and the shoes were hard to move in and everything felt so loud and scary and I still didn't really remember anything so it was all so much all at once...

He calmed me down, gave me his track jacket and headphones. I dunno if he really knew what was going on with me, but he played me his Granddaughter's music and held my hand and walked me through breathing exercises. I ended up stealing his whole outfit in the end, he wore my old Octarian uniform, did a whole fashion show walk in my heels and skirt.

He focused on helping me relax, playing little games, singing songs, making me laugh, and holding my hand so I'd know he was there to help...

🏅 - Favorite activities to do together when regressed?

I like listening to Gramps when little. He tells good stories about his past and when my big sisters were little. I also like music, especially my sisters'. Gramps says he sometimes catches me singing along really quiet too, which is kinda embarrassing, I don't think I sing all that good, but he likes it...

Mostly I like to take it easy when regressed. Just lay down with a story or some music and Gramps, maybe a snack. I like napping in the sun and watching clouds roll over head and laying in the grass...

I like that I can be outside and be small and be safe, all at the same time...

[sumocomas]

Nam-Gyu regressed headcanons bc idc TAKE THEM!!!

- sleeps a lot, like a lot a lot. He’s always tired when he’s regressed and rubbing his eyes,, plenty of naps needed

- Sleeps in thanos’s bed and will steal the most comfortable spot.

- Blanket hog, and carries one around with him everywhere; he gets cold super easy ^_^

- Very very slightly verbal, only saying a few words every once in a while. But mainly chooses to stay silent.

- Fluffy blankets r his favorite. He can sleep literally anywhere. It’s almost impressive.

- Has an interest in wood blocks and loves to collect them.

- Only eats very specific foods when regressed.

- Not really a huge crier, but definitely holds grudges and pouts a lot

- Definitely bites I’m sure lol

- Uses “mama/ma” typically for his CG(s)

- Stomps when he’s upset, and turns his back. That’s his ultimate way of betrayal.

- Loves getting his hair done. His hair is very uneven and choppy but he still gets around to it!!

[age-of-play-i-say]

CG who makes their little go peepee into a bowl/jar on all fours. CG finds it adorable when little has to go so bad that their stream misses the jar at first when they start going.

ummm mama?

Yes, Little One, do you need your Mommy?

ye mama I hafta umm hafta peepee

Well, Baby, I thought you could hold it until your next potty break in an hour. Isn't that what you told me? That you were a big kid and you could do it without your diapers today?

am still big!! am tellin mama I gotta go! only gotta because of da extra drinkies

Little One, big kids can hold to a potty schedule, no matter how much they drink. So no, the potty is still closed to you until then.

*Baby whines and wiggles, trying not to leak or cry* b-but I needa gooo!

Well, I suppose I could get you all padded up for the afternoon, if you're feeling like a Baby again . . .

noooo! no padding mama! *Baby shoves their hand in their undies to help them hold*

Aww, what a cute peepee dance! Since you asked sooo nicely, I suppose I could find you an alternate solution, just this once.

ye mama ye, only umm? hurry please?

Okay, I see we have a bossy Baby on our hands today. *CG gets up deliberately slowly and ambles to the kitchen, painstakingly picking through cups in a cupboard* Here we go!

mmph? mama what is? *Baby keeps firmly humping their hand*

*CG sets a large, wide mouth jar on the floor in front of their Baby* This is your alternative, Little One. You can use this as a one-time training potty if you really need to go before your scheduled time.

*Baby instantly drops to their hands and knees and tries to blindly line themselves up with the jar. They begin piddling instantly, their already wet panties misdirecting their flow to miss the jar for a few seconds before they drop lower so the soaked fabric is nearly touching the jar* ahhh, Ahhhhhhh, ma-maaaa! ohhhh hh thank mama! *Baby's pattering picks up louder to fill the glass jar to an almost impressive amount before they shiver, cutting off their own stream* mama, thank, am still big?

Uh-oh, Little One! Looks like you went peepee in your panties! Unfortunately, that counts as an accident, so we'll be back to padding for the rest of the day.

but I made it! made peepee where mama said!

Mostly, Baby. And it's cute that you were so desperate that you piddled on the ground, but those undies are soaked through. Come on, once your diaper is on, Mommy will give you a big buzzy reward for only making a little mess!

[lottiesboy]

poor bambi,,

pairing: cg!melissa schemmenti x little!masc!reader

summary: while at janine’s party, you regress and melissa comes to your rescue.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!melissa, reader regresses to 2-3 years old, melissa calls you bambino/bambi, thumb sucking

melissa told you that janine was throwing a “last day of school” party and she wanted you to be her plus one. there was alcohol at the party, but you didn’t drink. melissa sure did.

janine’s way of partying was pretty complicated with all the different sections. you felt yourself getting little, but melissa was dancing with barbara and you thought she seemed a little busy. so you stayed in the section you felt safest in.

in janine’s bedroom with gregory, manny, and zach watching black panther: wakanda forever.

you pulled at gregory’s shirt, wanting to ask him something. “what’s up- aye, you okay, man? you look like you’re about to cry.”

“can you get ma- can you get melissa, please?”

gregory, nodding understandingly, got up to get melissa, while janine came storming in.

“change it back!! the movies not supposed to be compelling, guys.”

“..but namor.” manny pointed at the screen. “and angela.” zach added.

sooner or later, melissa came in seeing you on janine’s bed, hugging your legs to your chest. “alright, everybody out.” she said, shooing everyone out of the room and pausing the movie.

she shut the door in janine’s face before she could speak, coming to sit in front of you on the bed. “what’s wrong, bambi?”

“too loud, mama.” you referred to the bumping muffled music coming from the living room. “i know, sweetie.” she brushed away the tear that came from your eye.

“it looks like your mama’s little baby boy tonight. i’ll call us a cab and we’ll get out of here, how’s that?”

you nodded, sniffling a little. “don’t cry, bambino. c’mon, let’s go. where’s your jacket?”

you pointed in the direction of the living room, and melissa hoped it was on the coat rack.

“i gotta go.” melissa told janine and barbara. “not feeling too good.” she made up and excuse to get you out of there.

mr. johnson bid you two farewell and you and melissa walked down the sidewalk and she waved for a cab. the two of you got in, you immediately laying your head on melissa’s shoulder.

“good job tonight, bambi.” she stroked your hair. “paciii,” you whined quietly into melissa’s neck so the taxi driver wouldn’t hear you. “you’ll get it when we’re home, baby.” she patted your butt.

you whined softly, making melissa hush you. you brought your thumb up to your mouth and started sucking on it, making melissa almost stop you. as much as she didn’t like you sucking your thumb, she let you just for being so brave tonight.

as the taxi drove you and melissa home, the slow hum of the engine and the rocking of the car sent you straight to sleep.

[the-universal-sun]

little!stan crying for his mama on hanukkah with cg ford and/or fidds?

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy First Day of Hanukkah! I set this to post at 8 am but it looks like I set it wrong, my apologies! Thank you so much to this lovely anon for the idea of Stan crying over his mother, this helped me form the direction of the drabble-the part that kept stumping me and to @thehessianslady for the sweater idea! I enjoyed writing this so much, and I hope you all enjoy reading this!

I hope you guys had a lovely holiday/will have a lovely holiday, but to any who are struggling or are feeling alone right now, know that I am always in your corner. I will always believe in you and I will always be proud of any of your accomplishments, little or small, nothing is insignificant. I am always open to talk if you need someone, for anything. To vent, rant, or to just chat so you have something to do! I am always here for you guys, and I thank you all for giving me so much love and support!

I truly AM sending all of you all the Love in the entire world!

XOXO

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     The winter air was crisp and freezing outside the Shack, wind howling against the windows, promising frostbite for any who dared to venture out unprepared. Inside, however, was warm and cozy, the scent of cinnamon mixing in an oddly delightful way with the scent of potatoes. The soft glow of twinkling lights and flickering candles lit up the living room of the Shack-a fun mix of Christmas and Hanukkah decorating the space. Stan sat on the floor, bundled in a sweater two sizes too big for him, a homemade gift by Fiddleford. It was matching Ford's, both sweaters reminiscent of their childhood Dreidal sweater, but softer and with snowflakes adorning the ends. Stan had begged and begged for his twin to wear the sweater, giving him his patented Puppy Dog Eyes and wobbling his lips for added effect. It worked like a charm, Ford being weak to Stan when he was feeling small. Too bad Fidds didn't want to wear his special sweater that he picked out himself. Stan smiled widely and giggled as he built and knocked over his new blocks, Poindexter sat next to him and his new friend, an Oppossum he named "Shanklin 2". He woke up to so many presents for him; presents for when he's small and presents for when he's big! Stan thinks he loves Christmas if he's getting gifts just for being good. And he got to play with his new toys all day long, neither Sixer or Fidds telling him to grow up or anything. He felt free-free to play and to indulge in his fuzzy mindset, the holiday spirit soothing him and wrapping around him like a warm blanket. The only thing that's missing is an ugly sweater on Fidds and his Ma'. Except he can't talk to his Ma', not now when he knows the old man's home, surrounded by the super annoying aunties and uncles who were probably told to shun him back when he was kicked out. His head's too fuzzy and small to talk to her now anyways, his tongue not wanting to move to speak right, if he managed to say anything, he'd probably sound like a baby. Or drunk.

     Stan shakes his head to get rid of those sad and grown-up thoughts, grabbing his sippy cup half full of warmed cocoa-he can't stand to wait for hot drinks to cool down, burning his tongue too many times but never learning his lesson-and trying to focus on everything else. The pretty lights and ornaments in their tree-he's never had a Christmas tree before, Stan got to help decorate it and he even was allowed to put the star on! The Menora and the first two candles, the flames looking super pretty against the rainbow-colored Christmas Lights. He let it all wash over him, feeling his head get fuzzier and fuzzier, feeling even smaller than before. He chews on the straw of his sippy before a six-fingered hand replaces it with a pacifier; he giggles when the fingers tickle his chin before ruffling his hair. Stan feels so warm and happy right now, happier than he's been in forever.

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     "Merry Christmas, Fidds," Ford said, clinking his glass of cooled-down hot chocolate-he can never wait for drinks to cool down-against Fiddleford's piping hot glass. He had never felt so peaceful this time of year, always surrounded by fast-moving and loud noises during the season, family he hadn't seen in a year pinching his cheeks and giving him wet kisses. And when he left for college, he stopped celebrating entirely-aside from that one Krampus incident with Fidds a few years back-having no desire to surround himself with noisy relatives, to sit beside an empty chair. But this year is different, he's with his friend and Lee, and it's just the three of them in their little shack, it's peaceful and nice. Being here and in the moment with the two closest people in his life, fills him up with such a fiery warmth that his heart aches and his breath gets caught in his chest; he can't stop smiling and laughing, even when all that's happening is Lee staring at the lights, that's how all-encompassing his happiness is. Ford couldn't ask for a better first Christmas.

     "Happy Hanukkah, Ford, Lee." It was the first night of Hanukkah, a holiday Fiddleford's never celebrated, growing up Southern Baptist and all, so the traditions are all a bit new to him. Thankfully, as Ford and Stan both told him, it's just the three of them so there's no nosy fourth cousins to tell him he's not lighting the candles at the right angle or saying the Shehecheyanu wrong. He sat up, going to the kitchen to bring out the little gift he's been making for Ford and Stan; Sufganiyot. He's been working on the recipe he found in Ford's things-their mother's recipe he reckons-for a week now, and Fiddleford believes this batch to be a success. He knows neither of the men have had it for over a decade, but with how they're establishing all these new traditions in the house, he thinks it'd be nice to have an old one.

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     Stan, who's been watching to doorway since Fidds left, perks up when he returns. He wiggles in his spot, hoping he's bringing another present or another tasty treat. He's been eating lots of them today, Latkes and gingerbread cookies and cinnamon pancakes, but he can't help but want more-Fidds' cooking was so good! Better than Ford's at least. He clapped lightly when Fidds came back in with a plate full of something he couldn't see from the floor. He gets to his feet, grabbing Poindexter and Shanklin 2, and walks towards Fidds, but Ford guides him to the couch instead, ignoring his pout and hand rubbing his stomach so desperately. Stan's starving, he deserves to have first dibs on the food!

     "Don't give me that look, Lee, you just had dinner an hour ago, you can wait a few more seconds before you have dessert." Ford takes his pacifier and taps the corners of his lips, getting a smile and giggle out of Stan. Ford laughs too, slinging a warm arm over his shoulder and pulling him in for a big and warm hug. Ford's hugs always make Stan melt, he feels so safe and protected, like nothing can come and get him and hurt him or scare him, not with his brother there to protect him from the outside world. It brings nice squiggly feelings to Stan's tummy, Ford's hugs, and sometimes those feelings make Stan wiggle in place from how nice they are. Like now, he relishes in Ford's and Fidds' breathy laughs as he wiggles under Ford's arm. The wiggles intensify when Fidds brings the plate closer to them, getting a good look at the delicious morsel he made them. Stan gasps with excitement. He made Suf-Sufgina-

     "Fiddleford, you made Sufganiyot?! Where'd you even find a recipe for that?" Yeah, that word Sixer said! Ma' made it all the time back-back in Jersey. How did Fidds know to make it for Hanukkah? Stan thinks he must be psychic or something, how else would he know and find a recipe?

     "Well, m'a bit ashamed t'say that I found it riflin' through your stuff. I assumed your mom must've sent it, so I'm sorry if it tastes piss poor in comparison." Fiddleford blushes, rubbing a foot on the ground and looking down, not meeting their eyes. Stan just giggles, Fidds said "piss".

     "Nonsense, F, I'm sure it's fine. If this is what you've spent all week in that kitchen working on, then they'll be great. Right, Lee?" Stan nods absentmindedly, almost drooling over the plate of Suf-goodies. They smelled so good, he needed to eat one right at this very moment. He looked pleadingly at Ford, pouting and whining, ignoring his and Fidds' conversation. He dives right in when he gets simultaneous nods, scrambling for the powdered-sugar-coated goodness. He takes one and shoves it in his mouth, doing happy wiggles at the taste. Fidds was so good at cooking, it tasted just like Mama's! Stan hasn't tasted this in ages, he forgot how good they were! He knows if Mama were here now she'd be fussing at him for being messy, wiping the powdered sugar off his cheeks with a wink. Sometimes Sixer does that, mostly Fidds, but it's not the same as when Mama did it. She'd probably get on to them about the wrapping paper still in the living room, making them clean it up before getting dessert. He misses her, now more than ever. Phone calls every month or so can only do so much. Stan feels his lips quivering, he hasn't cried over her in years, but something about this day, about tasting her recipe, he can't help it.

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     "Lee, are you alright? You're crying. Is-is something the matter?" Ford's looking back and forth between Stan and the dessert, glaring at the Sufganiyot as if it was personally responsible for making Stan cry. Both he and Fidds startle when Stan gives a hiccup, his crying-silent up to now-beginning to have noise, sniffling, hiccups, and sobs emanating from Stan-the dessert plate having been moved from his lap at some point-as he curls over his lap, fisted hands rubbing his eyes. "Lee, come on. What's the matter, you were fine just a moment ago," here Ford pauses, hands hovering over Stan as he thinks. This is the first holiday they've celebrated together in over 12 years, a decade of holidays Stan spent alone and probably cold. Taking a deep breath, still unused to emotional talk, Ford asked, "Was it a bad thought, Lee? Some nasty thought ringing around in there?" Ford softened his voice like Fiddleford does, bringing a hand up to rub Stan's back, patting it to help dislodge a cough or two. He's not good at talking about emotions, at not being dismissive of emotions, but he's getting better. And these are Stan's emotions, not his, he's more open when it comes to helping his brother than he is when confronting his own issues.

     "Ma'..." Stan whimpered between sobs, his small and croaking voice cracking Ford's heart. He's missing their mother...It's understandable, really, Stan may have talked to her a few dozen times over the years, but he hasn't seen her since he was kicked out, hasn't had the nerve to, not with their father still kicking around up there. And with Fiddleford making her dessert while Stan was in his headspace during this holiday, all these big emotions must have collided with each other, causing Stan's tears. Ford goes to quickly console Fiddleford, to tell him that it wasn't his fault, because if he still knows his friend, he knows that he'd blame himself. He was right, Fiddleford looks absolutely downtrodden, his lips and brow furled down into the deepest frown Ford has ever seen on the man-rivaling his expression when he's furious.

     "Oh, St-Stan I'm so sorry-"

     "Nope. This is not your fault, Fiddleford, and it's not yours either, Stanley. We are not playing the blame game, not on Hanukkah. Fidds, Stan misses our mother, he hasn't seen her since he was 17, there was always a possibility that he'd cry today given the timing and his headspace-I should have accounted for that." Ford quickly assures Fiddleford, needing him to know how much it is not his fault. He turns back to face Stan, who's still crying but at least is looking up at him, "Stanley, it is completely okay to cry over missing Ma', it's been years since you've seen her and you're in a more sensitive headspace right now. So please don't call your tears stupid," here Ford wipes a tear trailing down Stan's face away, "they never are. I'll tell you what, first thing tomorrow morning, I'll call Ma' to get her alone, maybe to a pay phone, and then I'll put you on, feeling small or not, and we'll explain to her that we've made up and are living together, sound good?" Ford may be rushing this whole "consoling" business, but they've been having such a good day all day, which is a rarity with the three of them, and he wants to keep the good mood going. Usually, this would be Fiddleford's job, but Ford figures he can, in the spirit of the season and his friend's own feelings of guilt, be the uplifting and guiding person today. He wipes more of Stan's tears, bopping his nose to earn a smile out of him-that action always does-and brushing his hair back.

     "Now," Fiddleford's weak voice came a few minutes later from his place kneeling in front of Stan, "Is there anything we-anything I can do to cheer you up, Sugar Plum?" Ford knew that was the worst question to ask as soon as he saw Stan's lips curl, tears drying on his face but slowly stopping with the comfort of his caregivers. Ford knew this smirk well-it was the type reminiscent of the old Grinch movie they watched as children. It promised mischief. That look soon transformed into a teary eyes and a begging look, his brother even clasping his hands together with a pout. Ford had to give it to Stan, small or not, he knew how to play Fidds for a sucker. He burst out laughing as soon as he hears Stan voice, his tone quiet and childish but adorable, his request.

     "The sweater." Fiddleford's face dropped dramatically, but he was no match to Stan's puppy eyes. With a distraught look towards Ford, he heaved himself up and trudged off to his bedroom.

     Ford's suddenly glad to be wearing a matching sweater with Stan because Fiddleford comes out a moment later dressed in the ugliest sweater Ford had ever seen. It had lights, some form of discombobulated configuration of what he believes to be Rudolph, and a "HU HU HU" sewn into it over a dozen times. It physically hurt him to see. It physically hurt Fidds to wear, if the pained and cringing grimace was anything to go by, the wool looked incredibly itchy.

     But Stan was happy, smiling and clapping, wiggling around in what Ford and Fidds have deemed his "happy dance", so Fiddleford can suck it up. In the spirit of the holiday season.

[butchreg]

caregiver ! vi headcanons !!

requested by @themoondropcollective . spinning around because i LAUV vi , he's one of my own fictional cgs (>/////< " ) . butch cg for eensy butch !! i refer to vi with he / him pronouns .. you can pry tmasc butch vi from my cold dead hands . it brings me comfort as a fellow trans butch to see someone like me :3 .. if you'd prefer other pronouns let me know but i default to he for him . that being said my vi is not a binary man pronouns do not equal gender :L .

vi is the silliest caregiver ever !! more like an older sibling in the sense that he doesn't have lots of rules && can't help but giggle when you get into mischief . he calls you lots of silly nicknames like nugget , bug , && squirt !! he teases you by calling you tiny sometimes as a nickname too but it always comes with a chuckle && a hair tousle .

while its my truth that vi is transmasculine he loves being called "mama" by his littles . you also call him "bubba" but he always melts when someone calls him "mama" or just "ma" . he does Not like being called mommy though . he's also okay with more masculine names like "papa" or "dada" as well && responds better to daddy than mommy though it's not preferred .

always telling you stories !! some of them are made up but a lot of them are about his life . he often gets lost in his tales but you hang onto his every last word .

loves to teach you new things . these little lessons often come with a little story of his own !! he notices you giggling && bites back a laugh of his own . " mama's silly , huh squirt." teaches you how to throw a punch but also about little everyday things like tying your shoes .

SOOOO protective .. literally your guard dog , he will not hesitate to throw a punch or clap back verbally if someone poses a threat to you . king of glares too , he scares away aaallll the meanies . always holding your hand && proudly calling you his little one . he often has his hand on your shoulder as a way to reassure you he's there for back up .

always including your stuffies in everything , he's so playful with them !! if you're sad he'll have them talk to you in silly voices to cheer you up && he has little conversations with them to make you giggle . sometimes he can't help but crack up himself .

he lets you play with his hair && put little clips in it . you love his hair soo much , the color is so AWESOME !! when his hair is longer he lets you style it however you like .

on the topic of hair he loves washing yours . it's super soothing for him && makes him feel closer to you . it's something so intimate that he treasures , running his hands through your hair , doing his best to learn all he can about how to take care of it if you have more kinky hair so he can meet all of your needs .

he's super good at braiding from always doing powder's braids && it's something that calms him down . if you have longer hair he's always happy to braid it — he can do all of the fancy braids !! he tries to teach you but your fingers are a bit clumsy what with you being so little .

even though he himself doesn't always practice safe binding he makes sure that you do . if you whine about it trying to point out that he doesn't he sheepishly says something like , "well you shouldn't do everything daddy does ."