#cg thomas

[littlecloudprince]

An All-Out Binky War

Summary: Patton loves his binky! It's his absolute favourite thing, and he never, ever wants to get rid of it! But what if he's too old for it? Can you be too old for a comfort item? Someone certainly thinks so. And now there's an all-out binky war! Oh no...

Warnings: Arguing, taking away a comfort object, some like... PG-13 "swearing"

A/N: Hey! Hi! Hello! I'm alive! I know I haven't updated in a loooooong time, I'm really sorry! School kicked my butt a lot, and that led to writer's block. But I'm back now! And I'm happy to inform that I graduated right before Christmas, and this means that I have more time and less stress! And that means I can write! Hopefully!

So anyway, I've decided to treat you munchkins to not one, not two, but THREE oneshots tonight! Because I kind of just disappeared like that, so I feel like y'all deserve a lil extra 💅✨

Hope you enjoy!

- Princey L

Patton had a favourite pacifier. It had a cyan shield, orange handle, white middle part and a latex teat. It was Patton's favourite thing in the world, and the little boy loved it very dearly. Whenever he regressed, he absolutely had to have it, and would cry if he couldn't find it.

"Where is it? Where is it, where is it, where is it?" Patton kept repeating to himself and his frog plushie, Mr. Froggers, growing more and more panicked by the minute. He tossed around pillows, looked under tables and even went through the pockets of every jacket on the coat rack in an attempt to find his precious binky. He looked everywhere, high and low, but it was like his comfort object had disappeared into thin air. Virgil walked into what looked like the aftermath of a hurricane in the living room.

"What's going on kiddo?" he asked the frantic boy.

"Binky! I can't find my binky!" Patton exclaimed, his voice breaking as tears began pooling in his eyes.

"Aw, c'mere, bub," Virgil cooed sympathetically, opening his arms for a hug as Patton broke down in sobs. The little boy all but ran into Virgil's arms, needing the comfort. Virgil lifted the sad boy up on his hip, and gently rocked him for a moment.

"Let's go get you a cup of water, hm? We wouldn't want you to run out of tears, now would we? And then we'll look for your binky together," Virgil promised. Patton nodded, having calmed down from sobs to hiccups.

In the kitchen, as Virgil reached for one of Patton's cups from the cupboard, he saw a rather familiar cyan and orange object on top of the fridge.

"What's this doing here?" he mused to himself. He opted for a puppy themed cup and filled it with water before handing it to Patton, who was sitting on the counter. Virgil then turned back to the fridge, and took down Patton's binky.

"Good news pal, I found your binky! It's a little dusty, so I'll rinse it off before you can have it, okay?" the emo said, taking the pacifier to the sink.

"My binky!" Patton lit up. "Why was it on top of the fridge?"

"I don't know bud," Virgil answered honestly, drying off the comfort object before offering it to it's rightful owner. Patton opened his mouth, letting the caregiver put the binky in place.

"Thank you!" the little boy mumbled behind the teat, reaching his arms out for Virgil. He took the cue and set Patton's now empty cup aside before picking him back up.

"How's about you settle down with some Steven Universe while I make us all lunch?" Virgil suggested. Patton nodded, rubbing the leftover tear residue from his eyes underneath his round glasses. He was a little worn out from crying, and cuddling up with Mr. Froggers and his binky felt like a good idea. So, Virgil carried the little boy back in the living room, and gently sat him down on the couch. The caregiver turned the tv on to the boy's comfort cartoon, tidied up a bit and gave Patton a kiss on the head before heading back in the kitchen.

After a few episodes, Roman emerged from his room. As he passed by Patton to go to the kitchen, he noticed the pacifier in the curly haired boy's mouth, and furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Oh, you still have your binky?" he asked. Patton just nodded, not knowing why the prince would assume otherwise. Roman didn't say anything else, but did give Patton a quizzical glance before making his way to the kitchen.

"I thought Logan said not to give Patton his binky anymore?"

"What?" Virgil turned his attention from the sandwiches he was making to Roman.

"Didn't he?"

"Why would he say that?"

"I don't know, I just... thought he did," Roman said, feeling uncertain.

"Well, whatever, Patton is always allowed to have it. Capiche?"

"Capiche," Roman sat down at the table. The two continued chit-chatting, Virgil continuing to make lunch, until a panicked noise came from the living room. Before either had time to react, Logan walked in.

"Who gave Patton this?" he asked, dangling the blue and orange object between his thumb and index finger.

"Did you seriously just take that from him?" Virgil asked snarkily.

"He doesn't need it."

"Yes he does. He's regressed."

"No, he doesn't. He's far too old for it."

"Did you miss the part where he's regressed?" Virgil asked sarcastically. Logan sighed.

"What I'm saying is that a six-year-old shouldn't be using a pacifier. It'll harm the development of his teeth. He needs to be weaned off."

"Wait. You put Patton's binky on the fridge? Are you kidding me, Logan? What the hell is wrong with you?" Virgil threw his hands in the air.

"I'm doing him a favor," Logan stated, starting to put Patton's beloved comfort object on top of the fridge again.

"Give me that!" Virgil snapped, snatching the pacifier from Logan's hand.

"Roman, you agree with me, right?" Logan turned to the prince who had been watching the scene unfold.

"Uh, well, I..."

"Oh come on, you can't take advantage of Roman agreeing with you just because he can't stand up for himself!" Virgil fired.

"Hey! I totally can stand up for myself! How rude!" Roman stood up, offended.

"Whatever! I'm taking this back to Patton now," the hoodie-clad Side rolled his eyes, completely done with the other two. He left the kitchen, only to be met with an empty couch.

In the meanwhile, Janus was getting some chores done while Remus was taking a nap in their side of the Mind Palace. It was one of Remus' really small days, so he was remarkably calmer and quieter than usual, allowing Janus to have a calmer day as well. The scaley Side was folding some clothes, spotting one of Roman's hoodies along his and Remus' laundry. It wasn't an unusual find, seeing as Remus tended to grab whatever hoodie or sweater he first saw when he got cold, paying no mind to whose it was. Janus would then wash and dry it before returning it to it's rightful owner.

The snake decided it was time to strech his legs anyway, so he might as well go return the hoodie now. He got up and stretched, a silent groan escaping his mouth. Perhaps sitting on the floor, hunched over his laundry, wasn't the best position to be in. Regardless, Janus took the hoodie and checked on the peacefully sleeping Remus before attaching the baby monitor on his belt and making his way to the core side of the Mind Palace. He passed through the living room, where Virgil, Logan and Roman were arguing about something or other. He didn't feel like getting involved, so he kept going, deciding to drop Roman's hoodie off in his room before heading right back to his baby. He froze, however, when he was passing Patton's room and heard muffled sounds from inside. The sounds were so faint they were barely there, but Janus could sense something was wrong. He went to drop Roman's hoodie off on his bed before heading back to Patton's room. He took a breath, and gently knocked on the door.

"Patton, darling, may I come in? It's JanJan," he said. He got a faint 'yes' as a response, and with that he opened the door and entered the room. Patton was sat on the floor, clutching Mr. Froggers tightly, hiding his mouth behind the plushie's head. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were shiny, as his fingers ran slowly back and forth on the back of Mr. Froggers' head. Janus carefully sat next to Patton, leaving a bit of space in case the little boy needed it.

"What's wrong hun?" he asked gently. Patton hesitated for a moment.

"You can tell me, I promise I won't get mad," Janus said, taking off his right glove before offering his pinky. Patton thought for a moment longer, before finally linking his pinky with the yellow Side's.

"Lo-Lo doesn't like me anymore, and now him and Vee and Ro-Ro are fighting and it's all my fault!"

"Did Logan say that to you?"

"Well... No... But he took my binky! Said I can't have it anymore!" Patton pouted, lip trembling as a few tears escaped from his eyes to his cheeks. Janus carefully wiped the tears away with his thumbs, gently cupping Patton's small face in his hands.

"I'm sorry he did that, that was really mean of him," he sympathised. Patton sniffed, reaching his arms out and climbing in Janus' lap. The latter wrapped his arms around the small one, and they both just stayed there for a while, until Remus started fussing in his baby monitor.

"What'dya say, want to come hang out with me and Remus for a while? Leave the others to their dumb fight?" Janus asked, gently playing with Patton's curls. The boy simply nodded, tightening his grip slightly. The older one took the hint, and carefully got up, never letting go of the child. Janus adjusted Patton slightly, before carrying him out of the room. As they passed the other three, still deep in their argument, Janus summoned one of his extra arms before subtly taking Patton's beloved binky from Virgil's hand.

Back at the other side of the Mind Palace, Janus had gotten the still glum Patton situated on the couch before retrieving the fussy Remus from his room. The kiddos were now sitting on the couch, watching as Janus prepared to fold the rest of the laundry. Remus pointed to Patton, a questioning coo rising from behind his pacifier.

"Yeah bub, Patton is feeling a little sad because Logan took his binky away from him," Janus explained. The baby thought for a moment before taking the green pacifier out of his mouth, offering it to the glum child. Patton shook his head, and Janus rose to intervene.

"Ah, that's very thoughtful of you Remus, but we don't share binkies, hun. I think Patton would want this instead," he said, summoning one of his extra arms, the one with Patton's beloved comfort.

"My binky!" Patton perked up, reaching out for Janus' third hand before stopping in his tracks.

"But... Too old for it?" he asked hesitantly.

"Never too old for a comfort object," the caregiver assured, making sure to keep his tone soft and genuine. The boy thought for a moment longer, before finally taking the binky and popping it into his mouth, right where it belonged. He wiggled a little, immediately feeling soothed. Patton suckled on the object gently, his muscles untensing as he finally relaxed. He ran his fingers across the back of Mr. Froggers' head, swaying a little to the tune of Janus' humming. Eventually, Patton nodded off.

He didn't stay asleep for long, however, waking up to the sounds of arguing.

"I can't believe you'd just sneak Patton off like that!" Virgil.

"Oh, yes, what a *terrible* crime, tending to a child in distress!" Janus.

"He's fine! He was just pouting because he's mad I took his pacifier away! He's merely being petty!" Logan.

"Don't you even start with that bull!" Virgil again.

"You can't be serious, Logan!" Janus again.

"I am always serious, necktie! Besides, it is for his own good! Roman agrees with me!"

"I—"

"Oh for eff's sake, grow a backbone, Roman!"

Patton covered his ears tightly, it was all too much! He didn't want this, he didn't want this! He quietly sunk down, holding back tears and hands firmly on his ears, Mr. Froggers in tow.

Thomas was editing on the couch, when he felt Patton rise up next to him. Before he had a chance to react, Patton was already climbing on his lap, almost causing Thomas to drop his laptop. He fumbled with it for a second before managing to safely place it on the coffee table.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong buddy?" He gently asked, wrapping his arms around Patton as he finally registered the little boy's sobbing.

"Everyone fightin n it's my fault n loud n m scared!" Patton explained in-between hysterical sobs.

"Didn' mean to be bad!"

"You're not bad honey, not at all!" Thomas soothed the panicky boy, gently rocking him and rubbing his back.

"What were the others arguing about?" he asked gently. Patton pointed to the comfort object still bobbing between his lips.

"They were fighting about your pacifier?" Thomas confirmed. Patton nodded, still teary-eyed, but his breathing having calmed down. Before Thomas could ask anything more, a regressed Roman rose up.

"I don't know! I just don't know!" he yelled, pulling at his hair. Patton flinched slightly at the volume, and Thomas tightened his grip slightly.

"I don't know the right answer! I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"

"Roman—"

"I don't know," Roman's voice broke as he dropped to his knees, his shoulders shaking as he began to sob behind his hands. Thomas carefully rose from the couch, placing Patton on his hip. He then crouched next to Roman, placing a gentle hand on his back.

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, sitting down on the floor before carefully rubbing Roman's back.

"They kept pressuring me! I didn't know what to do!" the eight-year-old's voice wavered as he tried to hold back his sobs.

"It's not your fault, hun, I promise," Thomas reassured, hating to see his boys so broken.

"Not your fault," Patton echoed quietly, reaching for Roman's shoulder with his own, small hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't have your back," Roman sniffed, wiping his eyes before reaching for Patton's hand, placing his own on top of it.

"M sorry they're fightin because of me," Patton mumbled, also sniffing and wiping his eyes.

"It's not your fault, bud," Roman and Thomas said simultaneously.

"Jinx," Thomas smiled. Roman gave a small smile in return.

"Tired," Patton yawned around his beloved comfort object.

"Me too," Roman confessed, catching Patton's contagious yawn.

"I think the both of you need a nap, hm? And once you're big again, we can all settle this together, once and for all," Thomas ruffled both boys hair affectionately.

"Toooom!" Roman whined playfully, as Patton just giggled.

"Alright, let's get you two rascals all nice and cozy, yeah?" Thomas carefully got up, making sure Patton was comfortable on his hip before lending a hand to Roman.

"Thanks Tom!" Roman thanked politely. Patton tugged at Thomas' shirt.

"Hm?" The caregiver turned his attention to the younger one.

"Stay?" Patton asked, almost as if he was scared Thomas might leave him the second he falls asleep. And how could Thomas say no to those puppy eyes?

Thus is how Thomas ended up on the couch, sandwiched between a six-year-old and an eight-year-old, and a definite crick in the neck by the time they'd be getting up. Still, there was nowhere else he'd rather be than right here, right now, with his boys. And with that thought, Thomas, too, fell into a peaceful sleep, each boy contently snuffling under a protective arm.

[christotokos]

THE OUTSIDERS DIR. FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA

[agerefandomrambles]

Title: Too Little

Word count: 621

Little! Newt, Thomas

Cg! Minho

Plot: A busy Minho sends Newt and Thomas out to play. Newt's not pleased.

Newt wanders around the glade, kicking stones as he walks. He accidentally regressed in the middle of the meeting and Minho told him to wait outside.

Except they took foreverrrrr to come out so Newt ended up wandering around, completely regressed and completely alone.

That’s how he found Thomas sitting in the middle of the densely forested part of the Glade. He was sat on the soil, playing with the twigs and rocks around him. He had a green-blue pacifier bobbing gently in his mouth, secured to his shirt by a paci clip decorated with duckling.

Newt stopped dead, not even breathing. He’s far too little to be dealing with this by himself. He considers for a minute turning back and getting a more responsible person to deal with this but one glance at Thomas tells Newt that he is far too little to be left completely alone.

So newt waddles up to Thomas and awkwardly leans down to his level, copying how Minho does it to him.

“Hi buddy” Newt says as softly as he can. “What you doing out here?”

Thomas takes out his pacifier and says, “Playin’. MinMin busy n ‘gressed n no wan’ anyone find out ‘m little so ‘m play here bu’ forgot m’ toys.” He pouts as he finishes, gesturing to the small pile of rocks and twigs. He’s used some twine to tie a few of the twigs together, clearly resembling stick men.

“How small are you?” Newt asks slowly, trying to figure out his options. Thomas giggles and holds up two fingers before picking up a handful of dirt and try to shove it into his mouth. Newt stops him, brushing the dirt out of his hand.

“No Tommy, dat’s icky. ‘m 5 so we both can no be lef’ ‘lone…” He lets it trail off, coming to the realization that he’s the oldest and therefor the one in charge here.

“Come on Tommy. We go back n get MinMin n he take care ‘f us” Newt says, taking Thomas’s hand. When Thomas just looks at him blankly, clearly making no move to get up, Newt sighs. “Do you wanna pigback?” He asks. Thomas grins and nods aggressively. Newt kneels down and lets Thomas clamber onto his back.

He adjusts them both slightly before toddling back to the hut. He talks to Thomas the whole time, who aged down while on the way and became non-verbal. He still lets out happy gurgles and whines, letting Newt know that nothing is wrong.

It took almost 20 minutes but eventually they make it back.

Newt toddles back into the hut, making Minho, Gally, Alby, Frypan and Wilson all stop what they’re doing. “Newt I told you to go play outs-“ Minho cuts himself off when he sees Thomas and Newt together.

“Too little. No left ‘lone. You watch” Newt tells Minho, handing him Thomas, then grabbing his hand.

Minho leads the two outside before bending down to their level. He takes in Thomas’s dirty and slightly ripped clothing and Newt’s sad face. He kneels down, tilting Newts face up to look at him. “Hi boys, you ok?” Minho asks. Both boys just nod, Thomas being non-verbal and Newt being too tired to respond. “I’m so so sorry I left you both alone. I shouldn’t have done that. I was busy but you’re both too little to not be watched.” He apologizes. “Can you forgive me?”

Both boys immediately jump into his arms, the trio happily hugging.

“Ok then, I think we’re all due for a bath and some dinner. How does some chicken sound?” The two young boys cheer and the little group walk hand in hand to their little shack for some quality time.

[embers-of-song-agere]

Could I request a minific of little Ayato with cgs Ayaka and Thoma? Maybe him getting overworked and slipping because of that? Thank you!

foams at the mouth

Little!Ayato + CG!Ayaka & CG!Thoma - Overworked Ayato.

"Let's take shelter for the time being. Don't worry, one of my people will be here with umbrellas momentarily."

Mentioned ship (briefly): Thoma x Ayato

─ 𖥔 ─

The first time Ayato did "it", he had to get help. He was rather confused at first- and with good reason. "Age regression" was the act of acting like a child would- but Ayato wasn't a child. He trusted Thoma. He trusted his beloved with his life, even more if that was possible.

But now? It was happening again. That...feeling of lightheaded-ness. It felt like all his thoughts were growing distant, which was not something he wanted in the middle of ever-so important paperwork.

...perhaps he'd been overworking himself a little too much as of late.

A knock on the door interrupted what little thoughts he held, and he glanced at the door. He picked up his writing utensil in an attempt to make himself look busy, and let the person in.

It was Thoma.

"Good evening, my lord!" he smiled.

"Greetings, dear." he smiled. Much to his amusement, the pyro wielder planted a kiss on his forehead. He is unsure what came over him at that moment, but he giggled at the action.

Something he would not usually do. He loved Thoma to death, but the aforementioned "laugh" erupted more as a "squeal" than anything.

"Oh?" he chirped up, sitting opposite from him. "Is this my little guy?"

Ayato gave a scoff, albeit a playful one- no ill intent behind it. "Not at all."

"Not if I got you a new toy?"

"Toy?" the other perked up. "I suppose I'd be interested...especially if it came from your hands."

The housekeeper quickly handed him a box- with the contents making a small rattling sound inside. If Ayato wasn't regressed right now, he's certain that the sound made him small as ever.

Removing the paper which concealed the bow was a rather tedious task, but after receiving some assistance from the other, it was no longer an issue. Inside the box, however?

It was a rattle.

Thoma quickly picked the item from the box, allowing the younger to see the item in it's full glory. The rattle itself was rather childish, perhaps too childish for him, but he didn't mind. It was rather...big, seemingly commissioned. The sound seemed to entice him, and suddenly, any thought about doing "big work" and writing was thrown out of the window.

"Sound...!"

"Do you like it?" Thoma questioned, handing it back to the little. He nodded, and gave it another shake, before squealing.

"Mhm! We go show it t' sis?"

"Absolutely! She's the one who gave me the idea for the item- and commissioning the item raised...questions from a few people, but it was all worth it for my little guy!"

Thoma was always like this- willing to embarrass himself for small regression items. Diapers, pacifiers- and even using the rattle as an example- he seemingly didn't mind.

And this...this is why he loves Thoma, among a billion other reasons.

[kurtismcilroy]

Hey does anybody have like literally any comforting cg headcanons for any of Tom Hiddleston's characters? His Winnie the Pooh reading isn't on Calm anymore and I'm really upset 😭

[starswallowingsea]

Saori Hidaka and Rika Seto icons for me! But they are free to use with credit

[gemsgamegems]

*Tierra Wack cackle noises*

I fucking TANKED my damn GPA for some prettyboi DICK!!!

I HATE IT HEREEE.

I can be a little mean as a treat

lol my main girl Nichole wasn't working out SO I had to try to get Pierce's content + CGs with Dorinda (my job and investment routes OC).

Eventually I'll need to organize my saves--again-- and figure out which OCs go for which 'romance' routes...

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Need me a Thomas Shelby with “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.” thank you and cg for 100 followers!!

Thank you so much for this request my love! I'm so sorry it's so long coming. Again, I'm studying for the bar and it is crazy with the holidays! Also, I hope you like this! Tommy is not my typical bread and butter but I wanted to give people the option! Sending all my love to you angel! - Mo

100 Follower Celebration: No Man Works Alone

Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader, fluff

When you got connected to the middle Shelby boy, you were warned that life would never be the same. You assumed as much, knowing that their business went much farther than horse racing. You were up to the task. You had been in the Shelby orbit for years, you saw what it all took, and when Tommy made his intentions known to you, you were willing to step up and do your part in expanding the empire.

Polly joked that you were made for this life with the way that you so seamlessly came in. While the Shelby company were encroaching into higher society and government facades, they needed a pretty face to butter up old money hands. When the boys were running liquor and snow and violence, you ran sweet words and high teas with women whose husbands had deep and ancient pockets. Even before Thomas met with potential partners, they were already inclined to agree since you were just so kind and elegant looking. Surely a woman like you would never be with someone not reputable right?

But it wasn’t just the business you managed to soothe and nurture. You also added a salve to the Shelby familial wounds. Some wounds required more care than others. Some would never heal completely, but petty arguments could be solved and begin the groundwork for a more harmonious union. You had stepped in more than once to facilitate peace agreements between the Shelby siblings more than once, “Do it for the children yeah? They deserve to be able to see their cousins and aunts and uncles freely. Shelby’s need each other. And it’s Christmas for God’s sake!”

And no good deed goes unpunished it seems. Due to your expert people skills and kind face, you were put in charge of a Christmas gala for all the biggest names in the city. A dual purpose to flaunt the power of the Shelby family, and to raise funds for a women’s shelter to be built. In the same week you were planning to host Christmas dinner and Christmas morning in the home for the entire Shelby family. Everyone was coming and it was to be a beautiful affair. It’s would be wonderful save for the sheer amount of people to take care of. You had spent the day running around, only to continue into the evening, taking care of your and Tommy’s children; putting them to bed and giving them each some attention in the absence of their father.

By the time you had finished your tasks for the day, it was late, and Tommy still wasn’t finished with the ledgers and accounts. He looked exhausted, the puffiness of his eyes evident in from under his glasses. Sleeves rolled up and shirt open the quiet desire for sleep was coming off him in waves. You wrap your soft satin robe tighter around you as you gently sit next to Tommy. Without looking up from his work he says to you in a gravely voice, "You should be in bed, it's late love."

You shake your head, though you feel as though invisible fingers are dragging your eyelids down, "Mm not tired."

Tommy chuckles as he hears you attempt to stifle a yawn. He takes off his glasses to look at your faltering face. "You're not eh? You sure?"

You lean back on the comfortably expensive sofa Tommy had set up shop on, stretching out the ache in your back, "Perhaps a little. But I don't like not sleeping next to you. If you're up, I'm up. We're a team yeah?"

Tommy smiles, enamored by your insistence. It was one of the things that drew him to you the first time he saw you. Your quiet defiance. You intent to keep people together and not leave anyone behind. It was only a small fractal of how sweet and tender your heart was. Tommy leaned over to gently kiss your temple, "Alright then. If you insist Commander. I'll be done soon enough I promise."

With another poorly hidden yawn you say, "Take your time darling. I brought reading."

Just as Tommy predicted, within 15 minutes you were out like a light. Back when you all were children, it was a running joke that you would be running and playing as hard as you could one minute, and fall dead asleep on any surface the next minute. It never changed. As Tommy chuckled and picked the book off your face where it fell, he was reminded of you as a young girl. Though there were a few more marks and lines on your face now, you had the whispers of your youth still on your face. Your daughter with Tommy slept the same exact way. Mouth open slightly. Arms raised above your head. Utterly at peace. Tommy was tempted to wake you to tease you, but knew you would punish yourself for 'falling asleep on the job'. He opted to finish his paperwork instead, working diligently and quietly so as not to disturb you. Soon enough he was done and put everything away in his desk to pick up tomorrow. Pressing gentle kisses to your face, he whispers against you, "Darling, wake up. Let's go to bed eh? Get you more comfortable."

You jolted awake, nearly knocking Tommy over, "Oh God... what time is it? Are the kids ok?"

Tommy chuckled deeply, pulling you up by the arms, "No no darling. Kids are alright. You fell asleep next to me. It was a bit adorable really. You look exactly like Matilde in her crib. "

You throw yourself back down, "Oh God I fell asleep while you were working! That is not what I wanted to do! I wanted to keep you company!"

Tommy laid himself over you, pushing your arms away from your embarrassed face, "You did keep me company. Perfect company. You needed to sleep. You've been running around. Being the best mother and wife. Being the best coordinator. Being the best aunt and sister in law. Hard work my love. C'mon. Let's get to bed yeah?"

You let him kiss you and take you to bed. Sleep took you both sweetly and quickly. And in the morning you would start it all over again. Waking to your children jumping on top of you with joy, and another list of things to attend to. But as long as Tommy was next to you. It would all be worth it.

[bookishfreedom]

For anyone who loved The Raven Cycle, but thought, "that could've been scarier": This book is for you.

Don't Let the Forest In follows Andrew Perrault, returning to the elite Wickwood Academy for his senior year. And although high school has never been easy for Andrew, from the start, this year is different. His twin sister, Dove, is keeping him at arms length, and his best friend Thomas is acting strangely, disappearing into the forest behind the school at night. One night, Andrew follows him, to find Thomas fighting off horrifying creatures. But there's something familiar about these creatures: they look exactly like the ones from Thomas's drawings.

I absolutely devoured this book. It had me up way too late reading, and even though I finished at 3am, I wanted to turn to the beginning and start all over again. (And, at the cost of precious sleep, I did in fact reread the first chapter.)

I would recommend this book to anyone, and it's got me super excited to tackle CG Drews' backlist. The characters leap off the page and sink claws into your heart (in a good way). They're complex and messy and in need of a good hug. Andrew and Thomas are just two kids trying their best to figure out the world, and each other. My heart ached for them both, even when I wanted to shout at them. This story also has some of the best ace rep I've ever read. Andrew's identity is central to the story, and woven into all of his choices seamlessly, in a way that feels natural without distracting from the story.

I was on the edge of my seat the whole time and came away from the story thoroughly haunted. (It was maybe a mistake to read this in the middle of the night.... walking to the bathroom after was a terrifying experience.) Drews' prose is evocative, equal parts beautiful and macabre.

Thanks so much to Netgalley & Macmillan for the free review copy. Happy to say that I ordered my own copy before I even finished the ARC🖤

and thank goodness I did because do you SEE the barnes & noble special edition??? the DRAWINGS. and the @paperfury annotated chapter?? I’m obsessed

[littlecloudprince]

The Little Duke

Summary: "Love this:-)♥️ Can I please request secret regressor Remus (0-3) where no one is aware that he does it? Please and thanks 😊" Request by gamblerezra (on AO3), hope I did your request justice! And sorry it took me so long to get it out ^^'

Warnings: Mentions of accidents/bedwetting, auditorial hallucinations, a meltdown scene, brief mention of blood (very, very brief, not graphic at all), skin injury/rash

A/N: …So remember how I said I'd try to be more consistent with my writing? Well, as it turns out, writer's block and executive dysfunction disagreed! I am still updating this tho, so yeah! I promise you guys, I really am trying! Time just goes by so darn fast! But I'm always open for requests!

Remus woke up small and wet. It wasn't unusual, it had been happening for a while now. Usually he just went back to sleep, and dealt with it later, when he was bigger again. He didn't know what it was or why it was happening, but he knew he couldn't go to the others. They'd think he's gross. They wouldn't like it. They wouldn't like him. They'd think he was doing it to annoy or disturb them. But he wasn't! He wasn't doing it on purpose, he didn't even know what it was!

Remus sat up, he didn't want to sleep anymore. But he had to. He was wet, and he couldn't do anything about it like this. But Remus wasn't sleepy! He huffed to himself, not knowing what to do. Why was he like this? He tried to reach out to Thomas, to have him do something, anything that could help. But nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. He huffed, laying back down. Guess there was no other choice.

Thomas woke up to an unusual feeling. He shifted lightly, before freezing like a deer in headlights. He sat up, heart beating in his chest like a mini drum. He peeled back the covers, his face flushing bright red once they were fully off of him. No. No, he hadn't. There was no way, he couldn't have! He's an adult goddamnit, this just doesn't happen!

"Care to explain why I'm up at—" Virgil grumbled, words drying on his tongue as he processed what was going on.

"I—" Thomas started, feeling so embarrassed that tears were threatening to form in his eyes.

"You wet the bed??" Roman rose up. Thomas could only nod meekly, rapidly trying to blink away the stubborn tears in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to!" he squeaked.

"Aw, kiddo, it's okay! Accidents happen, even to adults! Let's get this cleaned up, okay?" Patton rose up as well. Thomas nodded, taking a few deep breaths and wiping his eyes.

"You— You're right. Sorry," he breathed out.

"Nothing to apologise for hun," Patton soothed.

"Yeah. Sorry. I mean— Y'know."

Right as Thomas got out of bed, it was Logan's turn to rise up.

"First step; strip the bed," he reminded.

"I know, Logan, thank you," Thomas smiled weakly.

"After you're done with that, you're taking a bubble bath," Janus appeared to give his two cents.

"Sure, Jan. Thanks," Thomas attempted to smile again. As he went on about stripping his bed, the Sides all sunk down one by one. No one noticed that one of them hadn't popped up at all.

Back in the Mind Palace, Remus had woken up, only to discover that he was still small. He didn't understand, he was supposed to be back to his big self by now! And he really, really didn't want to sleep anymore! He huffed, deciding to get out of bed. Maybe he could find something to do while he waited? He could just stay in his room all day, it's not like the others would notice anyway. His bed would have to wait, but Remus didn't mind too much, he'd just clean it before going to sleep. Maybe.

Remus looked around his room, trying to find something to do. He wanted to colour! Or draw! But all the art supplies were in Roman's room. Hm. Remus flicked his wrist, attempting to summon himself some crayons and a colouring book, but nothing happened. Remus growled quietly, scratching at his inner thighs. Why were they burning and scratchy? And now Remus' tummy growled, too! There was no way he could sneak in the kitchen without getting caught. They'd yell at him. Usually, he didn't mind, but today, he really didn't want to be yelled at. He just wanted... Well, he didn't even know what he wanted. Remus' tummy felt rotten, and not in the way he liked, either!

"They don't like you," a voice said.

"I know," Remus replied. This wasn't the first time he heard voices, it happened a lot. Usually it didn't bother him, but today was different.

"They'd be better off without you."

"You sound like the Emo," Remus shot back. The voice chuckled coldly.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"Go 'way."

"You want them. You want them to want you. But they won't. They never will, will they?" the voice taunted.

"Go 'way!" Remus stomped his foot for good measure. He hated the way his bottom lip wobbled, and how his vision blurred as salty tears welled in his eyes. He hated feeling weak.

"They left you. They're not coming back. They have a new family now. Without you."

"No!"

"They don't need you anymore. *He* doesn't need you anymore. He hates you," the voice kept going, mercilessly jabbing at Remus' sensitive spots. Remus saw two strips of colour take form. Yellow and purple. Janus and Virgil. They stared down at the duke, disgust shining in their eyes. They wouldn't speak, only staring menacingly.

"Stop!" Remus closed his eyes and covered his ears, firmly pressing his hands on them in a desperate attempt to silence the voice. He fell on his knees, curling up to be as small as possible.

In the meanwhile, Thomas was trying to work on songwriting, but something kept gnawing at him. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. It bothered him. He had gone to the bathroom before going to sleep, like he always did. He hadn't drunk too much water, or anything else for that matter, and his dream wasn't particularly scary. So why had he wet the bed? What was wrong with him?

"You're not making any progress, Thomas," Logan pointed out after rising up.

"I… I know. Sorry. Just…" Thomas trailed off.

"Just?"

"Thinking."

"About what?"

"Just… Ah, you know, nevermind. It doesn't matter," Thomas shook his head a bit.

"If it bothers you, it does matter," Logan stated.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Thomas bit his lip. He looked up from his notebook, but avoided Logan's eyes.

"Why would you think that?"

"I mean…" Thomas didn't finish his sentence. He bit his lip, his gaze wandering uncertainly.

"I just…" his voice wavered, and he swallowed thickly as he felt a lump growing in his throat. He rapidly blinked his eyes, not wanting Logan to see him cry. He didn't even know why his tear ducts were threatening to betray him, there was no reason to cry. It was… illogical. Thomas let out a shaky sigh, hiding his face in his hands.

"Hey…" Logan sat across his host, unsure what to do.

In the Mind Palace, Remus was getting closer and closer to meltdown territory. It was getting harder to breathe, the voice was getting louder, and the burning and itching of his tighs was getting to be unbearable. He hated this. He hated this, he hated this, he hated this! Remus let out a scream, fiercely ripping his pants off before aggressively scratching at his inner thighs. Angry tears burned in his eyes as he reached for the first object he could reach, before throwing it at the general direction of the taunting voice.

"SHUT UP!" Remus shrieked, clawing at his ears for a moment before throwing himself on the ground, shrieking incoherently as his thighs demanded to be scratched again. There was a knock at Remus' door, causing his hands to fly from his thighs right back to his ears as the sound pounded at his eardrums.

"NO!" he screamed, throwing whatever object he could get his hands on toward the door.

"Ow!" Patton yelped, getting hit in the face with an empty deodorant container. He rubbed at the tip of his nose, processing what was happening. He flinched as he realised the state the still shrieking little duke was in.

"Hey…" he entered the room, and sat on the floor, making sure to give Remus some space. He reached out to the red-faced boy, carefully stroking his hand once. When Remus didn't protest, Patton continued, slowly but effectively getting the toddler to calm down.

"There ya go, Dad's here buddy, Dad's gotcha…" he coo'd gently. By now Remus had completely stopped screaming, but silent tears were still running down his face, his anger melting down to sadness. He reached his little hands out, choking back sobs, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

"Aww, you want Dad to pick you up?" Remus didn't answer verbally, instead just clenching his fists in the 'grabby hands' motion. Patton took the cue, and gently picked the boy up. Remus winced as his thighs pressed against the fabric of Patton's clothes. He had scratched them so vigorously that they were now completely raw, dried up blood covering his fingernails.

"You poor thing! Dad thinks you need a bath, hun. And then, once you're all squeaky clean, we'll put some lotion on your thighs so the hurt will go away. That sound good?" Patton murmured softly upon inspecting Remus' thighs closer. The boy nodded, rubbing his eyes, exhausted from his meltdown.

"What got you so itchy in the first place?" the fatherly Side asked. Remus just shrugged, not quite sure himself. Patton looked around, only now noticing the pants on the floor.

"…Oh," he understood now, the lingering smell in the room making more sense. Truthfully, he had not paid much attention to it at first. It was Remus' room, it was subject to strange smells, and generally, it was better to not ask questions. By now the other Sides had learned to tune it out. Now, however, was not the time to dwell on that.

"Well," Patton said, "let's get you cleaned up!"

Some time later, as Patton had finally gotten the freshly-bathed toddler in a pull-up and t-shirt, and the washing machine running, he felt the ever-so-familiar tug of someone, likely Thomas, summoning him. So, Remus on his hip, he sank down.

"Oh! Logan! Did you need me for something?" Patton asked, surprised to see that it hadn't been Thomas who summoned him.

"I…" Logan started, his words drying on his tongue as he processed the fact that Patton was holding what appeared to be a toddler.

"Is that… Is that Remus?"

"Yup!"

"…Why is he a toddler?"

"No clue! So what's up?" Patton asked.

"Right, well, Thomas is experiencing a sort of… emotional crisis, and that's not exactly my area of expertise. I figured you would be able to help," Logan explained, gesturing to the host, still hunched over the desk, hiding behind his hands.

"Huh, okay," Patton frowned a little before walking to Thomas.

"Hey, buddy…" he started, gently laying a hand on his host's back. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, just…" Thomas trailed off, taking a breath and rubbing his face before turning to look at Patton. His eyes were a little shiny, and he seemed exhausted. His brows furrowed in confusion once his brain registered the toddler Patton was holding.

"Remus," Patton explained.

"…Huh?"

"I don't know either, I just found him like this."

…How small is he?" Logan asked, furrowing his brows as well as he thought.

"Can't be older than two, I don't think. Poor guy had wet the bed, so we had a bit of a bath, and got some lotion on that nasty rash," Patton explained, gently moving Remus' legs a little so the other two could see how red and raw they were.

"Is… Is that why I…" Thomas trailed off, too embarrassed to say it outloud.

"Of course!" Logan suddenly explained, smacking his forehead as the realisation dawned on him.

"Remus' regression must've had a side effect in affecting you, Thomas!"

"A *Side* effect? Eh?" Patton grinned.

"…Yes? I'm not sure what you're implying here, Patton."

"It's- It's a pun, just ignore it," Thomas shook his head a bit.

"…Anyway, we can't leave a two-year-old on his own. I trust you'd be willing to care for him until we figure out a way to get him back to his adult self, Patton?" Logan said, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Oh! Uh… Of course!" Patton tried his best to conceal his surprise, quickly regaining his composure and giving Logan a grin. Taking care of Remus couldn't be *that* hard!

Right?

[peonyblossom]

OMG this is amazing!!!!

Mal & Daenarya at their orphanage 💛

The original CG broke my heart because Daenarya wasn't at his their orphanage, so I fixed it. We're not going to talk about how many hours I've sent editing this CG. It's embarrassing. I'm sure once I post it, I'll notice something I wish I fixed. C'est la vie. But I do love it, so enjoy! Don't mind me grinning like an idiot at them and their dream!

Mal/Nia CG shared by @farizrz

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

[christotokos]

THE OUTSIDERS: DALLAS & PONY I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting to hear how Dally and Johnny were. I had been checked over, and except for a few burns and a big bruise across my back, I was all right. I had watched them bring Dally and Johnny in on stretchers. Dally’s eyes were closed, but when I spoke he had tried to grin and had told me that if I ever did a stupid thing like that again he’d beat the tar out of me. He was still swearing at me when they took him on in.

[judgemark45]

The first-in-class aircraft carrier USS Gerald R. Ford (CVN 78) steams in the Atlantic Ocean in formation with the German frigate FGS Hessen (F 221), Ticonderoga-class guided-missile cruiser USS Normandy (CG 60), Danish frigate HDMS Peter Willemoes (FFH 362), Canadian frigate HMCS Montreal (FFH 336), Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer USS Thomas Hudner (DDG 116), Spanish Armada frigate Álvaro de Bazán (F 101), Dutch frigate HNLMS De Zeven Provincien (F 802), French frigate FS Chevalier Paul (D 621), Nov. 7, 2022. Exercise Silent Wolverine is a U.S.-led, combined training exercise that tests Ford-class aircraft carrier capabilities through integrated high-end naval warfare scenarios alongside participating allies in the Eastern Atlantic Ocean. The Gerald R. Ford Carrier Strike Group is conducting their first deployment in the U.S. Naval Forces Europe area of operations. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Jacob Mattingly)

[littlespace-imagines]

🩸Slashers Masterlist🩸

Michael

Little!Michael being fussy

Little!Michael having a bad day

Little!Michael HCs

Little!Michael helping stressed CG

CG!Michael kidnapping his little

CG!Rz!Michael helping reader with impure regression

Cg!Michael Myers stalking little reader

Mommy!reader spoiling little!Michael on Halloween

Jason

Cg!Jason x Little!Reader who accidentally gets cut by his machete

Tiffany

Mommy!Tiffany punishing Little!reader

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Chucky

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Brahms

Brahms x reader who’s a little and CG

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas as a Daddy/Little head cannons (separate)

Thomas as a Cg

Vincent

Vincent Sinclair as a Caregiver

CG!Vincent comforting little!reader after a nightmare

Caregiver Vincent and Bo helping their little reader with a bad day that gives them a panic attack

Little Muse

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Bo

Bo with a happy/optimistic Little

Bo with a sensitive little

Bo Sinclair with a reader who carries a blanket with them everywhere

Caregiver Vincent and Bo helping their little reader with a bad day that gives them a panic attack

Lester

Lester caregiver headcannons

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

Stu Matcher

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

The Blind Man (Norman Nordstrom)

Norman and reader playing hide and seek

Freddy Krueger

Freddy with a little who misses him when they’re awake

Michael

Little!Michael being fussy

Little!Michael having a bad day

Little!Michael HCs

Little!Michael helping stressed CG

CG!Michael kidnapping his little

CG!Rz!Michael helping reader with impure regression

Cg!Michael Myers stalking little reader

Jason

Cg!Jason x Little!Reader who accidentally gets cut by his machete

Tiffany

Mommy!Tiffany punishing Little!reader

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Chucky

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Brahms

Brahms x reader who’s a little and CG

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas as a Daddy/Little head cannons (separate)

Thomas as a Cg

Vincent

Vincent Sinclair as a Caregiver

CG!Vincent comforting little!reader after a nightmare

Little Muse

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Bo

Bo with a happy/optimistic Little

Bo with a sensitive little

Bo Sinclair with a reader who carries a blanket with them everywhere

Lester

Lester caregiver headcannons

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

Stu Matcher

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

The Blind Man (Norman Nordstrom)

Norman and reader playing hide and seek

Freddy Krueger

Freddy with a little who misses him when they’re awake

Steve Kemp

Cg!Steve Kemp x little!reader

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Hi! I was just wondering if you'd be willing to do some Newt headcanons?

-@agerefandoms

A/N - I have a request for little Newt Headcannons that I need to answer so these are gonna be CG ones!!! Hope these are okay!!! <3

Caregiver!Newt Headcannons

Newt is big on rules - it helps keep everything and everyone on track and it helps keep you safe, and when it comes down to it your safety is the most important thing to him.

He would let you help him with doing gardening related things. (Hand over hand help 😭🫂)

He has a lot of responsibilities but will always try his very best to make time for you all the time. <3

^ if someone else needs to watch you because he can't it's normally Thomas or Minho. (Thomas is normally only for short periods of time tho because he will also regress lol - then it's just two chaotic kiddos!!!)

He can actually cook pretty well- and he is more than willing to help the cooks alter meals for fussy eaters-

He has a very soothing voice that honestly would probably put you to sleep if he started to read a story or hum.

He is very affectionate so if you're comfortable with it being prepared for lots of hugs, hand holding ect.

^ Ruffles your hair >>>

He will come up with different fun activities, he is the best at just making stuff up on the spot to keep you entertained.

Would wrap his coat around you and let you use it as a blanket.

[oneeyeisenough]

Tom Caulfield's earliest Monsters At Work storyboard w/ Thomas Leavitt's CG circa 2020