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I animated more jugs

@moctor

time to get back to my main project, in a week or so, I'm currently drained

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🐾 Wolfy CG Things 🐾

Little licks to your forehead an nose

Wrapping around you to keep you warm

Picking you up an carrying you everywhere on their back

Letting you explore but always within reach if you need help

Playing hide an go seek (even though they can smell where you're at, they'll let you win)

Super protective an won't hesitate to defend you!

Cozy late night blanket dens

An helping you practice your howl of course!

Literally based off of a dream I had where I got cute little forehead licks from a wolf cg! Cutest thing ever!! 🥺

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Daisuke + Swansea sickfic is here!!! Hurt/comfort, but I'm bad at writing hurt and OOC with the comfort. Also Daisuke is an age regressor, but it's very subtle. IYKYK-ahh fic 💀💀

okay!! well!! here you go!!! :D :D :D not beta-read so if anything is bad that's a major womp womp

WRITTEN BY DAISUKE !!!!!!! i hope everyone enjoys it :]

ALSO SW4NSUK3 SHIPPERS KEEP YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF THIS!!! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU!!!! (censored so it doesn't come up in search)

Daisuke poked his head around the corner, locking his gaze on the door ahead of him. He was on a mission. He had been sent to fetch the captain, and he was determined to do a good job. He scoured the ship, turning down hall after winding hall, and finally arrived at the cockpit. The door was open, and he hopped inside, hoping Curly would forget he technically wasn’t allowed in there.

“Uh, captain?” he said, trying to get his attention. Curly turned around, closing the notebook on his lap.

“Yeah? What’s up, Daisuke?” Curly replied. “Why are you in here?”

“Uhhh,” Daisuke said eloquently. “Swansea wanted me to come get you.”

Curly raised an eyebrow, setting the notebook aside and leaning forward. “Oh? How come?”

“Uhhhhhhh.. Comms are down,” he said, brushing a bit of hair away from his face. His face was warm. He didn’t like it. “I think.”

“You think?” Curly said. Daisuke felt like he had done something wrong. He didn’t like feeling that way. His head hurt.

“I-I dunno,” he mumbled. “I guess. Just- please go down there. He said it’s important.”

Curly nodded, standing up. “If comms are down, I guess it is. Thanks,” he said, nudging Daisuke with his arm and turning to leave the room. The intern stood there, fretting for a bit, before following quickly after them.

By the time he made it down to the utility room, Curly was already there, standing over a server with Swansea muttering something to him. The older man looked up when he noticed Daisuke.

“There you are,” he said, irritation clear in his voice. “Took you long enough. I was about to send Curly after you.”

“Oh,” Daisuke said quietly, fidgeting with his hands and brushing his hair away again. “Sorry.”

“Damn right you’re sorry,” Swansea grumbled. “Get your ass over here.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, peering at the server. It didn’t look like much to him. The look Swansea gave him made it very clear how wrong he was.

“The fucking comms are down,” he reiterated, speaking like Daisuke was stupid. “Like I told you 5 minutes ago.”

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled again, looking down. He didn’t mean to. He just wanted to make sure. “I just wanted-”

“Boy, quiet,” Swansea said, turning his attention back to the server. “Grant, do me a favor and go get Anya, make sure this isn’t a localized issue. I’ll get in the cockpit. Daisuke, test the comms system.”

Before Daisuke could finish debating if it was worth admitting he didn’t really hear anything Swansea said, he and Curly were gone, and Daisuke was alone. He crouched down over the server, squinting at it. It looked dusty, maybe he could just brush that part off there…

As he wiped at it, he realized that actually maybe he should be figuring out how to work it. Frantically, he pressed a button on the side. Um. Maybe it was the other button? Or this button- why was it flashing.

As he fiddled with it, something else started beeping, loud and blaring and awful. Daisuke already had a headache, this sucked. Whining a bit, fidgeting anxiously with his shirt, he tried to get his brain to work dammit and figure out what to do. That’s what Swansea would want. Figure out a solution.

He was tired. He didn’t want to do this. He wanted to go lie down.

Focus, Daisuke!!

He looked around for whatever was beeping, wincing as it continued. It was loud, too loud, it was in his head and he didn’t know what to do-

THERE. He could see it now. Something big and bulky with important-looking wires, on the very top of a metal rack. He turned, searching for a stepstool so he could reach it. Um. Where was a stepstool? Was there one?

Whatever. It didn’t matter. Swansea had a chair, right? Spinny stool? He could just use that!! He was so smart.

He pulled out the stool from behind Swansea’s desk (he wasn’t allowed back there, either, but Swansea wouldn’t notice, right?) and lined it up with the rack. He carefully clambered on top of it, reaching up to the loud awful beeping thing. He almost had it.. Almooostttt…

He stretched forward to grab it, but the wires connected were bulky and short and it hung half-off the shelf. Panickedly, he tried to figure out which ones he could disconnect, what it was doing, why was it beeping so loud, but the added weight made it hard to keep his balance and the world was going spinny and spotty and dark-

The stool slipped out from underneath him, and he crashed to the ground, landing hard on one of the legs of the stool as his head hit the floor. He cried out, laying flat on his back and trying his very best not to cry. He wasn’t gonna cry. He had to fix it.

…He just had to figure out how, which was hard when his back hurt and his head was pounding and everything was too loud and scary. He pulled himself into a corner, hiding behind another shelf and trying to shut himself up.

As he did, another CRASH reverberated through the room. It had fallen off the shelf. Tears welled in his eyes as he curled up into a little ball. He wanted to go hide. He wanted to go lie down. He wanted to go home.

He could hear footsteps, quick and panicked and scary, and he curled up tighter, sniffling weakly.

“Kid? What the hell just happened?” Swansea said as he entered. He was loud, loud, too loud, too scary, everything was too loud-

Swansea came over to Daisuke, and he remembered suddenly why he was so scared.

“What did you do?!” he asked. Daisuke just shook his head, burying his face in his knees.

“I’m sorry,” he squeaked, sounding sad and scared and far too small. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad-”

“Kid, shut up,” Swansea said, grabbing him by the shoulders. “What the fuck happened?”

“I-I fell,” he choked, struggling to catch his breath and not break down sobbing. “I w-was trying t-to fix it, b-because it was beeping, a-and I felllll-”

The dam broke, and tears started streaming down his face. “I’m sorrrryyyyyyy…” he wailed, trying to shut up and stop crying and do what he was supposed to-

Swansea shook him a bit. “Kid, kid, shut up for a second,” he barked. “Are you okay?”

What? “Y-yeah,” he sniffled.

“Good,” he sighed, sounding.. relieved. “Wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. Did you hit your head?”

“U-uh, yeah,” Daisuke mumbled, wiping at his face. Swansea cursed under his breath, pulling him closer and examining the back of his head.

“Dammit, kid, if you gave yourself a fucking concussion-” He paused, just holding Daisuke’s head against him. “Kid, do you feel alright?”

“Wuh..? Yeah?” he mumbled. No, he was tired and his head hurt and everything was muffled and dizzy, but he was fine-

“You’re burning up,” Swansea said, something hard to read in his voice. “Kid, c’mere.” He shifted, holding Daisuke close against him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, sounding so much softer than usual.

“..’m okay,” Daisuke murmured. Swansea wasn’t supposed to worry about him. He broke it. He broke everything. It was all bad and he didn’t do his job and-

“Hey. No. Shut up.” Swansea sounded firm, but not angry. “No, you’re not. C’mon,” he said, standing up and helping Daisuke to his feet. “You can’t work like this. We’re going to see Anya.”

“Nooo,” he whined- shit, he didn’t mean to whine- as he stood up. “I’m okayyy…”

“No, you’re not,” Swansea insisted. “C’mon. If you’re sick- okay, one, you shouldn’t be exerting yourself, and two, we’ve gotta know so you don’t get the rest of us sick.”

Oh. That made sense, kinda. Daisuke couldn’t really pay attention, the world was kinda spinny and spotty-

Swansea grabbed him, holding him upright. “Kid?!” he asked, staring him down.

“Whuh??” Daisuke mumbled. “Yeah?”

“You sure you’re alright? Almost just passed out on me, jesus fuck..” he grumbled. “C’mere.” Without another word, he reached around Daisuke, lifting him into his arms.

“Waahhh, nooo..” Daisuke protested weakly. “I can walllllkk.. put me dowwwnnnnnn…”

“Nope,” Swansea said finally. “I’ve got kids at home, I can carry you. You’re not walking like this.”

Daisuke tried to argue, but the words didn’t really come out right, and he just whined and swung his legs feebly.

As they reached the med room, Swansea set him down, standing beside him with his arms crossed. As Anya started to talk, Swansea cut her off.

“Kid’s sick,” he said. “Real warm, almost fainted on the way here.”

“And my head hurts,” Daisuke mumbled, blinking a bit and doing his best not to lie down on the med cot. He was tired, and it was cold, and everything sucked.

“Oh,” Anya said, scooting her chair closer to him. “That’s no good. Any other symptoms?”

“Uhhhh..” Daisuke said, trying to think. “I dunno. I’m tired.. Can’t really think.”

“Brain fog, fatigue..” Anya muttered, writing his words down. “That all?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Think so.”

“Well,” she said, standing up and going to get a thermometer. “It’s probably a virus of some kind.. I can’t really say what with just those symptoms, but you’re definitely sick. I’m gonna take your temperature, and you’re gonna go to bed, okay? Drink lots of fluids, stay hydrated, all that.” She leaned over, pressing the thermometer to his temples.

“100.6,” she said. “Alright. Go rest up, yeah?”

Daisuke wanted to protest, but he found himself being lifted up again, and he couldn’t really think. Everything was all fuzzy and weird, and he was so tired. He laid his head against Swansea’s shoulder, letting his eyes fall closed and promising himself it was just for a moment.

By the time Swansea reached the men’s quarters, he was already half asleep. The older man sighed, keeping his movements slow and careful as he laid Daisuke down, pulling a blanket over him.

“Get some sleep, kid,” he mumbled, standing to leave, but Daisuke reached out and grabbed his arm before he could. He slurred something incoherent, trying to pull him closer. Swansea sighed, sitting on the bed beside him and reaching over to rub his back.

“Yeah, I know. I know,” Swansea murmured. “Shhh… go to sleep.”

“Mmnghh.. wanna watch a movieee,” Daisuke whined, fighting to crack his eyes open.

“We can watch a movie later,” Swansea said firmly. “You need to sleep. Close your eyes, Daisuke.”

Daisuke whined and pouted a bit, but slowly let his eyes fall closed, still clinging to Swansea’s arm. The older man sighed, pulling the blanket up over him.

“Yeah, there you go,” he said softly. “G’night, kid. Feel better.”

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🎄❤️Mouthwashing Crew on Christmas💚🎁

Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday ♡ Here's my present to you all: more headcanons!!

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

rb's appreciated! 💚❤️

Curly☃️

I think Curly would love surprising you..!

He's up before you, already has the coffee (or hot chocolate or tea) ready for you when you wake up. 

When you finally get out of bed, there's extra presents under the tree, and the tree is even more festive and beautiful than how you left it!!

(Is Curly Santa..??)

He's not materialistic in the slightest, but a good gift means a lot to Curly if it shows you put a lot of thought into it..! It makes him feel special that you are thinking about him ^u^

He's a good gift giver, but bad at wrapping them XD He's trying his best ok !!!

After opening presents, you guys cuddle and watch your favorite goofy christmas movie while cuddled up in your new sweaters/socks/blankets :)

His favorite part of Christmas is Christmas dinner tho, and you guys whip up a big feast and invite all your friends and family !!! 

He’s the classic “my boyfriend only cooks meat” stereotype, like he cant cook but he will fuck up a christmas ham or a thanksgiving turkey or a barbecue.. let him cook fr

Bonus: Curly is definitely the Santa at the office Christmas party..!! Maybe you get to sit on Santa's lap ;D 

Anya❄️

Panicking because she's bad at getting gifts..!! 

She gets to the store and.. oh no there's too many choices

“I'm not sure what candy Y/N likes... I'll just get one of each.. oh dear..”

She would try making handmade gifts like sewing or knitting or crochet but she doesn't get them done til the last minute...

She dang near cries when you see the itchy, raggedy sweater she made you and you beam at her “I love it!!!” and you do! because she made it ♡

I feel like she likes peppermints and candy canes... just her vibe

You two make a gingerbread house together !!

Yes it falls apart a little, but it doesn't matter because you both had so much fun making it :) (and decorating it with all that candy she bought !!)

Bonus: She is a based eggnog drinker. And maybe she does spike her and Daisuke's eggnog at the office Christmas party ;D

Daisuke🎁

Ugly Christmas Sweater Party Winner 3 years in a row

(I like the popular headcannon that Daisuke likes thrifting, so) He loves going to the thrift to find ugly christmas sweaters (so you can match) and even finding cool antiques/retro items to give as gifts!

Always gives at least one prank gift, but otherwise he is pretty thoughtful! 

He doesn't get you a present unless it really reminds him of you! I feel like he gifts thrifted vinyls and jewelry, secondhand designer, like his gifts are honestly peak and they're always perfect for you

He's in charge of the Christmas party!! and he's committed to packing as many christmas themed activities into it as possible

Dedicated Christmas Movie Showing, gotta watch all the classics!

Hot chocolate bar, christmas cookie buffet, pin the nose on the reindeer, ALL OF IT 

Strategically ties mistletoe to ensure highest occurrence of Kissing You ;3 “Uh, oh, Y/N! Looks like we're caught under the mistletoe.. again! How unlucky.. guess we'll have to.. you knowww..” >:3c

Bonus: He would get tipsy at the office christmas party and would try to hug you or kiss you the whole time, and you’re like “plz ur embarrassing me”

Jimmy🎄

Jimmy is actually really good at getting gifts. Like, really good. Like, you mentioned this thing in passing 6 months ago, and he either remembered it or bought it for you and hid it for 6 months. He knows exactly what to get you!

He's not really a huge fan of the holidays

That being said: He enforces Mistletoe rules like it's his job

Everyone thinks he's a grinch, so he doesn't usually get the best presents from others. It doesn't help that he never makes a christmas list or tell anyone what he wants 

(mostly because he doesn't want to be disappointed when he asks for something and doesn't get it, or he's afraid to ask for something “dorky” that he actually really wants)

When you ask him what he wants for christmas, he just kind of shrugs and says he'll like whatever you get him

So it's extra special when you return the favor and get him a gift just as thoughtful as he gave you :) You get him the video game or album or band tee (idk what men like) that he offhandedly mentioned weeks ago :) He can't hold in his surprise that you remembered!

“Woah, babe! I can't believe you remembered.. This is perfect, thank you baby” And then he wraps you into a tight hug!

Bonus: Yea, Jimmy had to fill in as Santa one year when Curly was busy/sick....... He made a kid cry.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know in the replies what you think, send an ask if you have a request, and rb if u liked! Thanks for reading!💚❤️

Merry Christmas!! ☃️💚🎄❤️❄️❤️🎄💚🎁☃️❄️❤️❄️❤️🎄💚

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Caregiver! Price who isn't as strict as you'd expect, except for with routine. Morning routine, night routine, nap times, mealtimes, and clean ups, he's on top of it all. He knows his boys need and do well with routine, so he makes sure to keep one. Also a big fan of sticker charts and treasure box treats.

Caregiver! Price who has learned how to cook at least minimally so his babies aren't eating microwave meals and MREs. He knows a few basic casseroles, and how to cook up veggies so that they get eaten.

Caregiver! Price who is great at soothing his boys no matter what. Nightmares? He's singing a lullaby and letting them cuddle in bed with him. Trauma induced regression? He's there for it with no judgment. Baby being just plain fussy? They get swaddled up and rocked in his rocking chair, being told a story.

Caregiver! Price who knows what it feels like to want love, attention, and care, so he works to provide that for his boys when they regress. He makes sure to have one on one outings with them. Making sure it's within their interests. Art classes at the library for Soap, puppet shows for Simon, and interactive museums for Gaz.

Caregiver! Price that never uses call signs or even real names with his boys. When they are little, it's either a shortened version of their name or a nickname.

Caregiver! Price who can't help but spoil his little ones a little A LOT, with toys they never had or lost during childhood, coloring books, movies, and even stuffed animals (the big ones that are practically body pillows) his boys can't have the full comfort of a nursery, and it's hard to find onesies that fit, so he makes up for it anyway he can.

Caregiver! Price, who was never able to settle down and have kids, realized that having his boys to take care of was just as fulfilling.

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thinkin abt babyre … 💭

🍼 being bottle fed in a carer’s lap, slowly falling asleep while being rocked and hushed

🧸 soft toys and games like plush blocks, sensory pads, mobiles, tummy time, rattles, peekaboo, silly songs and lullabies

⭐️ being put down for a nap in a crib or in a bed with rails, getting back / belly pats and rubs

🍼 crying when carer isn’t around, always wanting to be picked up and held / carried

🧸 nonverbal cues (including crying) to communicate wants

⭐️ tickles, snuggles, and lots of laying down because sitting up isn’t a favorite just yet

🍼 being called names like “baby”, “honey”, “poor thing”, “little one”, “cutie”

🧸 onesies, booties, mittens, binkies, and bottles galore <3

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me too. Close to 5k liked songs and nowadays I just like them because I listened to them a single time. 💔

Starting to realize that I may also hoard music at this point

I have over 3000 liked songs and I’m still checking out new artists 💔

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[tw minor negative sexual mentions ab c.ai]

feel free to scroll

not me just chilling on c.ai regressed when the bot pulls out some nasty nsfw shit

actually disgusted looking at my phone like

what do you mean

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Bad day

Baby comes into the room sniffling and squeezing his stuffie, grabbing my attention.

“Why are you mad at me?” Baby sobs softly, shying away from my touch when I reach out for him and and protectively holding his stuffie close

“Oh, sweet thing.. I’m not mad at you… what’s wrong, baby? Why do you think I’m mad, hm? It’s alright, everything’s okay.” I try and soothe him.

Baby crying so hard he can’t respond..

“Shhh, honey… breathe, bub, take a nice deep breath okay? Can you do that? There you go. Can your stuffie too? Oh, good job!”

I reach out to hold his hands, “there we go.. it’s okay. What’s wrong, my sweet boy? I’m not upset with you.”

Gently rubbing my thumb across the back of his hands, waiting patiently for him to tell me.

“Don’t feel good..” he whimpers softly, looking down at his stuffie friend slumped in his lap.

“Awh, bud.. I can tell… what’s bothering you, baby? Everything’s alright now, we’re okay.”

I slowly reach out for his stuffie and lift it up to make it press a “kiss” on his cheek, giving a gentle smile as he takes it from me and squeezes it.

“Mm.. head feels.. yucky…” he sniffles, wiping his eyes.

“That’s okay, sweet boy.. how about we just lay down and snuggle. Would that help?”

He nods and allows himself into my arms, nuzzling up against my chest as I pull a nice heavy blanket over us.

“You’ll feel better soon, darling, don’t worry.”

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womp

id not let a singular account in a massive place like the internet ruin a show for me

if you really like that show i doubt youd let something as insignificant as this (a post beyond billions of other posts) ruin your show 😅

(besides what is it about exposing yourself to media that you wont like or will 'ruin something for you'? its clear youre doing this to troll so just, try harder...? to troll better...? idk)

i am tucking him into bed..... goodnight little guy

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happy pride btw!!!

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tw puking, not a vent post tho

Tfw you return to Tumblr after a long time to mentally prep to puke but the posts here are too good and you're horrified of regressing before puking ;u;

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Things people have casually done that have accidentally triggered my regression

🌸🧡🌸🧡🌸🧡🌸🧡🌸🧡🌸🧡🌸

Pushed plates, utensils, etc, closer to me when I'm making my food to make filling my plate easier

Reaching over to help hold my cup/pour my drink when I'm not paying attention

Opening things for me

Handing me napkins seconds before I notice my hands are dirty

Tucking me in underneath random blankets because I won't admit I'm cold

Giving me a pillow to lean on because I 'look tired'

Reaching behind them to hold my hand

Reaching behind them to make sure I'm holding onto them in some way, i.e., holding the bottom of their shirt

Pointing out silly toys to me

Surprising me with a quick play/joke of said silly toys

Get invested in conversation about/watch the 'new kids show that is for everyone' i mention

Subtly guiding me when I get distracted without breaking my excitement

Subtly or unconsciously playing with my hair/styling my hair

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mwaow :D

MWAUW!!

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did i ever post my favorite version of “controversial ways i raise my dog”