#little pix

[theconstellationprincess]

Some self indulgence

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“Pix?” He heard the voice, but was too involved with his panicked escaped to decipher who it belonged too. He darted into a room, silently shutting the door behind him, and darted the nearest surface - a bed - and covered his mouth.

“Pix?” It was Fwhips voice, he must have already been found. He laughs too much to be a good hider, but he’s a really good seeker. He heard foot steps approach, and then pass the door to the room he was hidden in. The game had been Joel’s idea, the Mezalean palace was very large, and several of the regressor’s on the server needed the break.

Pix didn’t include himself in that, he doesn’t really take breaks, not real ones anyways. And he wasn’t regressed. Well, not fully. He was in an in-between space, not quite regressed but he was too… vulnerable to be his emperor self.

It was dark under the bed.

He heard more footsteps pass his door, back and forth. He was starting to get tired, the floor was pleasantly cool and the darkness wasn’t helping any. He quietly crawled out of his hiding spot and swiped a pillow and throw blanket from the bed he was under. He shuffled back under, getting himself settled. A nap never hurt anyone.

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Pix woke up to frantic noises outside the door. His name was being shouted. He whined at the noise, he had been having a very nice dream about being a bee. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes, pulling down the sleeves of his jacket so that they covered his hands more. He wanted his bigger one.

He squirmed out of his hiding spot, returning the pillow and blanket to their proper place, and left the room. He didn’t really care about hide and seek anymore, he wanted his bigger jacket, a pacifier, and to go back to sleep. He almost ran into Sausage leaving the room. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“Hi Sausage,” Pix said quietly, running at his eyes again.

“I found him!” Sausage cried out, “Where you in there the whole time?!” He asked Pix, looking over him carefully.

“Hidin’,” Pix mumbled, “Took a nap.” As if to prove his point, he yawned. Sausage gave a slightly crazy laugh and hugged him, Pix left himself be moved without protest.

“We couldn’t find you,” Sausage told him, slightly maniacal.

“Oh,” Pix said blankly, he squinted at Sausage. “Sorry?” He tried, words were being tricky for him right now. He wanted a pacifier so he’d have an excuse not to talk.

Sausage laughed again, but it was more fond exasperation than anything else. “It’s okay, Pixie, are you still tired?”

Pix blushed a little at the nickname but nodded, “Paci an’ nap?” He asked shyly, tilting his head. Sausage gave him a soft smile.

“Of course.”

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Hope you enjoyed! I might add more to this layer but I’m going to bed now!

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Whumptober day 6: alternative prompt: Shaking

Little Pixlriffs, Little Fwhip, and caregiver MythicalSausage

Summary: A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark.. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor

Inspired by @little-froglight hcs!

A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark. Perhaps that could be inferred from the whole candle theme he had going on, but many don’t consider that at all. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor.

Pixlriffs was always a caregiver, he was always there to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed, regressor or not. He was always available, always willing, to help anyone. He took pride in that fact, and that pride did not play well with his regression. It was very rare that he regressed, not for lack of wanting, but out of fear that someone would need him. Most of the time his regression was involuntary, and triggered by fear, or stress, and then he ended up just panicking until he felt normal again.

Tonight, he had travelled to Fwhips for the two of them to discuss trading, and they were planning on heading to a feast hosted by Mezalea the next day together, so Pixl was staying the night. The discussions went well, and they were having a late dinner when a loud slam startled the both of them. One of the windows in the room had opened by itself, strong wind blowing through and, to Pix’s displeasure, extinguishing the candles in the room.

The room went dark, not even illuminated by the moon for it had been blocked out by the thick clouds covering the sky. He looked towards Fwhip, trying to quell his panic that threatened to pull him into headspace. He needed to be big for Fwhip. He looked towards where Fwhip had been just moments before, only to be met with empty air. He blinked, but looked underneath the table instead, finding his friend curled up, clearly upset.

Pix crawled under the table, sitting next to him. It was still far too dark in the room and he was struggling to keep himself fully in caregiver mode. He pulled out a candle (he always had some on him) and lit it, setting it between them. The wind from the still open window wouldn’t be able to reach under the table. It helped him relax, but Fwhip seemed just as tense.

“Fwhip, how old are you right now?” Pix asked gently, putting in far too much effort into making his voice sound as it normally would. No tripping over his words. Fwhip shook his head in response. Pix had never seen Fwhip properly distressed when small before, and was getting properly worried. He needed Sausage, he was Fwhips primary caregiver.

Pix pulled out his communicator, sending a message to Sausage and praying the man wasn’t already sleeping, as it was quite late. Sausage replied that he was on his way, and Pix relaxed slightly. A boom of thunder sounded outside and that relief was immediately replaced with stress. Pix squeezed his eyes shut, holding back scared tears, and trying not to slip before Sausage arrived. He opened his eyes when he felt a weight on his shoulder, looking at Fwhip who had placed his head on his shoulder. Pix took a few stuttering breaths and pet Fwhips hair.

Another boom of thunder, Pix whimpered, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Tears pooled in his eyes but he squeezed them shut again to prevent any from escaping. The candle wasn’t the best light source, but it was preventing him from fully slipping, which was great. Fwhip took one of his hands and squeezed it tightly, and Pix squeezed back.

Sausage finally arrived, opening the door gently, immediately spying the both of them curled up under the table. He quickly shut the open window and kneeled in front of them both.

“I seem to have 2 little boys, hmm?” Sausage commented, mostly to himself.

“I’m not little, Sausage.” Pix said, titling his head when Sausage gave him an incredulous look. I messaged you for Fwhip, not me.” At the sound of his name, Fwhip pulled his head off of Pix’s shoulder, reaching towards Sausage as soon as he spotted him. Fwhip seemed a lot younger than he normally was, even when regressed. Sausage grabbed Fwhip, picking him up easily and holding him close. Pix told himself he wasn’t jealous.

Another boom of thunder, and all of Pix’s reservations went out the window. Now that there was a caregiver with Fwhip, he no longer had an immediate reason to not be small, something his brain took advantage of. A few tears dripped down Pix’s face which he quickly wiped away, but not before Sausage saw them.

“Pix, bubs, you can be little. You’re shaking, bubby.” Pix shook his head, he wasn’t supposed to be small. But he was. He could pull himself out of headspace, but each boom of thunder sent him deeper and deeper down, and his fear all came spilling out in the form of sobs that made his whole body shake. He reached for Sausage, desperately searching for comfort. Sausage put Fwhip, who was calmed down, onto one of the chairs and picked him up. Being picked up made Pix feel like he was physically sinking deeper into his regression.

He sobbed into Sausage's shoulder, slowly calming down even as the thunder continued outside, as Sausage rubbed his back and mumbled comforting words. At some point, Sausage took both of them out of the room, carrying Pix and holding Fwhips hand as he took them into Fwhip’s bedroom. He placed down an extra bed for Pix, who had stopped crying, and tucked both of them into bed.

Pix watched as Sausage first attended to Fwhip, getting him settled and giving him a teether and a stuffed animal. Fwhip was quick to fall asleep, and then Sausage turned towards him. Pix shrunk back, afraid. He hadn’t meant to regress, or soak Sausage’s shirt with his tears. But to his surprise, Sausage instead offered him a pacifier, which he accepted silently, and a stuffed animal. Pix was confused, but felt warm, and to his absolute wonder, cared for.

Pix drifted off to sleep listening to the quiet, slow breathing of Fwhip, and the sounds of Sausage getting ready to sleep.

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Uhhhh Stan adopting a teenage runaway who came from an abusive home. (He sees a lot of his past self when he was homeless in them and vows to save them from the life he had)

This is kind of adjacent to an idea for a fic I've already had! But I couldn't resist doing a little bit about this scenario! <3

Stan has already basically adopted Wendy and Soos already, even without fully meaning to with Soos he sees that he needs a father figure in his life and sort-of does the best he can to be that. With Wendy, its different too because it's basically canon that he just lets her get away with stuff because he knows she needs somewhere away from home to relax (even tho he could definitely get another employee who doesn't bunk off so much). Will he admit that's what he's doing though? Of course not!

Despite his exterior/persona, though, Stanley Pines is a kind man who wants to help people who most need it - like you say, he's been in that position enough times himself. I'm sure there's been the occaisonal person who's helped him out in the past, even if they never stuck around. Well, now he's Mr Mystery, he can sort-of be that person for others, not just because he's more stable, but also because he desperatly wants connection, especially after losing his brother in the portal (though that's also a reason to keep everyone at arms length to an extent, so they can never find out about his double life).

Runaway teen & Stan pines (under cut):

I can imagine you ran away from home and come across Gravity Falls, perhaps you had even seen the ads for tourist stops in this area, or maybe you just found the most random small town on your travels and decided to stop there - your travels are erratic so that no one can follow you or suspect you of being a runaway. Not that you really expect your parents to be concerned, at least not for long. That's why you had to get away and stay gone, you had reached your breaking point for what you could handle.

It starts to rain, you go to the local diner but your travel money is fast becoming less and less... you only order coffee, nursing it there for as long as possible, but when business starts to pick up you realise just how small of a town it is, everyone seems to know nearly everybody around here! You've already gotten a few curious glances or greetings put your way and you decide to leave.

Wandering around, you end up on the outskirts of town, there's a fair few campsites around, now lying half empty since its off-season right now, maybe you coud stay on the edge of the forest somewhere? Pinch some tent equipment from somewhere or from someone who doesn't need it? You already had a sleeping bag, water bottle, a torch. You just needed something to keep more of the rain off of you!

That's when you wander into an opening within the forest, notice the wooden signs nailed to the trees. You see a small group of tourists being spoken to by some guy, his voice carrying across the place, gravelly and jovial, and in your surprise you just stare dumbfounded - this place isn't closed? The group is moving and you take in your surroundings and you're so cold and wet and hungry, you're not really thinking ahead when go in, pulling your hoodie down over your face and sneaking in beind the throng of people, unnoticed.

But it turns out that you had been noticed, after the bizarre tour of this overpriced tourist trap, you lurk behind, the rain hasn't let up outside and you're wondering when the place might close, now that the tourists had filtered out the place was pretty dead, which is when a large hand lands on your shoulder making you jump out of your skin and your eyes land on the proprietor.

"Hey! You gonna at least buy anything, kid?"

You apologise and stutter, feeling like you want to bolt but totally caught at the same time. Stan immediately picks up on the fact that you're so twitchy, even for a teen. He eases up on you, switching to a friendlier tone. Wendy asks you where you're staying, curiosity getting the better of her usually nonchalant demeanour. You tell them you just got lost from the campsite and Stan isn't buying it one bit but Wendy has given you the directions and you're out of the door. The interaction doesn't sit right with him. He knows exactly where you're hiding out by the time you've stayed there overnight. Having discovered the pop up tent you 'found' set up in the woods not far away.

He decides to keep an eye on you, he's worried being direct will make startle you, like a deer in headlights, at the diner he doesn't acknowledge you at first just pushes a plate of food subtly towards you, for you to swipe. After that he manages to make small talk, hes still wondering how he can help you, what excuse he can make so it seems like he's offering you something and it be believable instead of suspicious.

Maybe he complains there's no one around to do the stock take now that summer is well and truly over, you perk up, saying you'd like some extra pocket money. You come right on time and the owner of the Mystery Shack introduces himself properly, shows you what you need to do. You take your time, living rough has made you exhausted mentally/physically, and because... you've begun to like the place as kooky as it is. And wouldn't you know it, Mr Pines has made more food than he expected and wouldn't you like some? You come back the next day and its pretty much the same, though you are starting to pick up on where Stan is subtly gaining information on you. He both curses and admires how whip-smart you are, reminds him of himself a lot further into being homeless than you are (reminds him of someone else too...), he worries that night of whether you'll have run off, if you'd get into trouble somewhere else, but you return the following afternoon. This time, Stan levels with you -

"Look kid, I don't know what's going on at home and trust me when I say I get it - but whatever's going on, it's probably not worth staying out in the woods, epseically 'round here, it's dangerous!" He reassures you he's not going to call anyone, though, just asks you to reconsider, think about how much trouble you might get into, if you don't turn up to school how you're going to explain yourself, how are you going to get a job? You swipe frustrated tears from your eyes and thank him for being concerned, though its hollow. How can you return home now? All you're going to get is more abuse, you can only think of how angry they'll all be if you did!

You end up wandering to some other town, using the money Stan gave you to get a bus and find a place to stay, having seen a load of jobs you could apply for. Turns out though, that some of your family had been looking for you and tracked your phone, you end up in a fight with them, receiving a hard slap to the face before running away once more! You pack up your things and head straight to the first place you think of.

Once you get there, its dark, you hesitate before knocking but you've came all this way. When Stan opens the door all of the shock and adrenaline has seemed to have worn off and you see the mix of sadness, surprise and anger on his face at the clear mark on your face from the fight.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." Is all you can get out before bursting into tears. He let's you stay, you've been out in the cold and so stressed over this time that when you come in you're shivering, you end up running a nasty fever. You're so exhausted there's nothing left but to accept your fate and Stan feels he must help you. He piles on the blankets and gives you hot drinks and plain food till the fever runs its course.

He still has a bit of trouble with authorities/some family members looking for you in the area, you traded your old phone in for another and Stan was eventually able to brush them off your trail. He couldn't help it, he liked the kid in the small amount of time he knew them and it was clear that you had danger waiting for you at home. You had told him a little after the first night you had stayed at the shack, words tumbling out of your mouth about your trauma, how you couldn't stand your family. His heart sank as he remembered his own life as a young man, a kid technically, homeless and making ends meet and was determined you wouldn't have the same fate. Yet he had to know you were sure.

"You really want to stay here - in this boring ol' town? At the shack?" You were determined you would, as long as he was okay with that, you vowed to work hard, sweep the floors, keep an eye on the gift shop when Wendy couldn't, anything to be useful. But, you didn't want him to get into trouble. Too little too late for that, he thought to himself.

"But, really do ya want to see this ugly mug every day?" He said gesturing to his face. That brought a slight smile to your face, in fact you ended up giggling and he knew he wouldn't be able to get rid of you now (like he ever would've entertained it).

He sighed. "So, do you trust me? Cause I need some kind of story if ya gonna stay here, kiddo."

He needed a lot more than that of course, he ended up getting you a fake ID and if anyone asked, you were family, here to stay for a while. When people asked anything more than that he got cagey, but he liked thinking of you being a Pines, another part of the family. Part of him felt guilty for doing it too, faking that you had the same last name, he still thought you might not want to stick around, you weren't blood family to him, you had no ties to him, but he wanted family so badly, was it so bad to pretend that you were?

He made sure you got to school, he even started to pack you lunches every day, he wasn't so bothered about homework, saying he didn't think much of school when he went anyway, you both had something more important than that (street smarts!), but when you were struggling with your math homework you were surprised that he semmed to know an awful lot, but then again you probably shouldn't be surprised, he did own a business after all. Whilst there wasn't a lot to do around the Mystery Shack all year round, you still found yourself picking up around the house part of the Shack, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, normal chore stuff - isn't that what teens were supposed to do? Stan was surprised to see a teen do chores unprompted and you were nervous that you'd done something wrong, because why else would he be questioning you? He recovered quickly though and just grumbled out something about 'finally, someone who knows how to pick up after themselves/work' but from the expression on his face, you are relieved to know that he is joking with you and he isn't mad. You're picking up on his quirks.

The months roll by and you started to feel safer, the shack became more familiar, you were less frightened and jumpy, people in town were more friendly, familiar faces and if people knew that you weren't actually related, that you were a runaway, they didn't say anything at all. You were starting to be referred to as 'Stan's kid'. No one had said so in front of Stan so far as you knew, it made you feel some residual guilt, even after all that you're family had done, were you really not a burden to Stan? Was it wrong to see him like a parent? What would you do if he no longer wanted you around? But as much as you were scared of being rejected, a situation came up at the Shack at the beginning of your first summer in the falls. A gathering was forming for a tour and some tourist had asked something or assumed he was your parent, something like that. Unbeknownst to you Stan had heard and he freezed, unconsciously waiting on your response.

"Oh, you'll wanna ask my dad, he's the one over there in the fez?" It just slipped out, you should've said Mr Mystery at work, but you couldn't help the feeling in your chest that it was right. Ever since then you had been tentatively saying it (you eventually start to notice how when you knew Stan had heard it he seemed a little emotional) and Stan now proudly referred to you as 'his kid'. You may or may not call him 'dad' to his face, maybe you'll still just call him 'Stan' but it seems like now you officially have a family!

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the abstrabbit fankid Pix!! made by @undeaddrabble

teen/more grown up version, i had such a hard time with the colors on the legs and arms and neck i swear-

i love drawing them. jax and zooble are not great parents but thats ok 🥰

i like to think that if Pix picked up her parents' personalities, it would pretty much just be a mix of smug asshole and short tempered with an attitude, thus creating an absolute menace to the whole circus.

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