#cg! harvey

[ember-owlet]

coffee & cuddles || cg! harvey x little!male! reader

a/c: requested by the lovely @rileys-castle, thank you for giving me permission to post this fic; i hope you enjoy it my friend ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

reader is referred to as: sweetheart, pup/puppy, good boy, little one, baby content warning: mentions of illness and chronic pain ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

Harvey's hand was warm yet firm against the layers of blankets that swaddled you. He gently moved it, side to side against your shoulder to not startle you awake. "Sweetheart, please wake up. It's time for another assessment." His voice was gravelly and moved in ebbs like the rumbling of a storm. You turned over slowly in your body's best effort to respond to your papa's request. Harvey gently leaned over, the bed creaking beneath his weight as he placed a hand against your forehead to brush away the loose strands of hair. Upon seeing your pained expression his mustache drooped with an exasperated sigh. "Hm.. Let me see what I can do pup."

After a few minutes, the clicking sound of the medicine bottle's cap instinctively released a pained whine from you in resistance, pushing at your caregiver's hip weakly. "I know puppy. I know. But this will help you feel much better, I promise." Harvey chuckled, methodically shaking the rounded brick-red pills into his right hand. Placing them in your hand he sat you upright while humming and bopping his head to a peculiar tune. Your eyes drew up to the skylight above your bed, the surrounding frame hung an assortment of wooden model planes that the older man loved to collect in his spare time. That is when he had the time to focus on his passions in the first place. "Don't take these just yet. I have breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen. I'll bring it to you, so be a good boy and wait for me." Nodding, you watched Harvey scurry out to the hallway with great effort.

The breakfast spread consisted of each of your daily food groups, lovingly placed in the shape of a smiley face. At the far corner of the tray sat a small plastic cerulean vase, a vibrant dandelion sat with petals outstretched towards you. Suddenly, Harvey appeared in a tumbling flash, armfuls of pillows and blankets spilling from the tips of his grasp as the whole lot came crashing down onto the edge of the bed.

A brief minute went by as the two of you took in the scene around him. The older gentleman lifted himself from the floor with a groan and re-adjusted his tousled hair, glasses, and wool tie. "Ah... sorry about that! Thought it'd be nice for you to have breakfast cuddled up with something soft, and it's about time I refreshed your old pillows." He watched you roll your eyes playfully, patting the empty spot of the bed next to you. 

As he approached, he placed another hand on your back to lean you closer to his chest. Too caught up in the act of adjusting the pillows and blankets to notice his tired features, clearly visible they seemed to match your own. “Would you like your heating pad, baby?” he asked. You nodded but then cleared your throat to ask for his affection in return. “Can we cuddle, papa? You look tired too.” He smiled and cupped your face, rubbing the side of your cheek with his thumb as his eyes gleamed with affection. “One heating pad coming right up.”

You could hear the sounds of light whistling from the kitchen to fill the gaps of silence as you ate your meal, and the image of Harvey swaying gleefully to his tune warmed your cheeks. With the wafting smell of brewed coffee warming the air, you closed your eyes, full and satisfied, and waited for the pills to kick in as stuffies were held close to your chest. Harvey would soon walk into the scene, his eyes softening to the sight of you with arms outstretched towards him in anticipation. Undressing his coat he tossed it over the chair's crest rail, quickly casting aside his triple-shot espresso on its seat in favor of cuddling his little one. "Got room for one more?" He cautiously moved to your side, relocating the tray to the floor to hold his boy close to him. He couldn’t wait a minute more, bringing you in he could feel your warmth against him. If it weren’t for his unyielding dedication to assuring the health of the other villagers in town he’d have taken the day off just to sit with you a minute longer. You snuggled in with glee, taking in the feeling of his chest against your ear, each of his deep breaths a rhythmic hymn. "Before my next appointment, I think you'd be happy to know that Elliot will be over in about an hour to look after you while I'm out." He could hardly contain his pleased smirk as he looked down at you.

You practically leaped from his grasp with a vibrant shuffle out of the bed. It had been so long since you'd last had a playdate with the extravagant novelist, and there were so many new things you wanted to do and show him. The wooden drawers would not be able to hold you back from prying them open with a collection of crayons and papers ready for your taking. Harvey would let a satisfied chuckle at your eager response, quickly pulling you into a hug from behind. With a relieved sigh, you could feel his shoulders relax and his breath tickled your cheeks. Placing a quick kiss on your temple he rested his head against your shoulder. "I'm glad to see you're already feeling better puppy. Being your papa is the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I'll do everything I can to keep you safe and healthy." 

[bunny-nivison]

something something.. harvey letting his little hang out in his office at the clinic while he works.. making them a little nest in the corner with toys and blankets and stuffies, setting his laptop up on some cartoons and letting them play and nap while he works.. leaving maru to watch them when he's with a patient.. popping in whenever he needs to do paperwork or it's slow.. playing with his babys hair while he works at his desk.. smiling to himself at the thought of his baby being all cozied up.. patting their head and cooing at them.. hating every time he has to leave them alone.. taking them to gus' after work for dinner.. having them in his lap and bouncing them on his leg.. carrying their sleepy form home on his hip before laying them down for sleep in their own bed fully knowing they'll sneak into his arms during the night and he gets to hold them to his heart while they sleep.. something something..

[harvsboy]

when people hate on Harvey it makes me want to cry and scream bc- lord don't get me started. he's great, he's loyal, he cares about the player and he just wants to love so leave my husband alone !!!

[healingpuppys]

Hi, could I request a Harvey from Stardew Valley moodboard please? With lots of green, a paci, no petre gear, fem leaning? Some ideas are toy doctor kits, planes, and hot air baloons? /nf Thank you for your time :3

here ya go!

CG! harvey stardew valley moodboard

art by: @Nyang_kii on insta

☆ Requests: Closed ☆

[lttl3babybug]

Cg! Harvey Beck Moodboard!

Original artist of Harvey drawing is Mimipippin!

[agerev4mp]

cg harvey stimboard ^w^

x x x | x x x | x x x

[littlestzrdoll]

don’t get me wrong, i love my parental figure caregivers but we don’t talk about older sibling caregivers. bonus points if they’re a regressor too!!!! ahhhhh, oh my stars, what i would give to have an older brother cg!! ESPECIALLY one who gives really harvey by alex g vibes, yk? like, transformer, cds, spider-man, teenage ninja turtles, dirtied knees and all things boyish hehehe :3 someone who will protect me and who will cuddle me while we watch disney movies on the cd player. someone who sneaks me an extra cookie, while no one’s looking, someone to hold my hand while we go into the garden and search for creepy crawlies, just someone i can count on to always be by my side. older brother applications here guys 😞

[littlesakura-anon]

harvey cg moodboard 🩺

been looking to harvey for little comfort now that the other guy was confirmed to be a bad man :(

hope this is okay, haven't done a moodboard in forever!!!

taglist: redoing my taglist!! send an ask to be added ^▽^

[bunny-nivison]

being little during the flower dance with a cg!harvey means getting carried everywhere.

he shows you all of pierres flower displays, he holds you and walks around the forest with you just showing you everything until the dance starts.

he'll reach his hand out to ask,

"my darling, will you do the honors of dancing with me?"

of course you say yes. if you want to, he'll have you stand on the toes of his shoes and hold you against him, dancing for the both of you. he'll whisper sweet words and place kisses on your hair. he holds you so tight to his chest, wants to make sure his baby is all nice and safe.

carries you back home on his hip, your head on his shoulder and fully asleep. tucks you in and stays with you, just in case.

[boxtown]

Welcome!

Hello! My name is Charlie G. I’m a storyboard artist, director, supervising director and writer. In my time in animation I’ve worked on projects including Jellystone, Big City Greens, Harvey Beaks. 

(Above: Boxtown Promotional Poster by Dylan Forman and Charlie G)

I’d like to officially welcome you to the first unofficial installment of the Official Boxtown Production journal! This is intended to be my official diary as I attempt to create the pilot for Boxtown, an indie film noir buddy comedy pilot starring Alex Hirsch and Tara Strong that’s scheduled to come out around Late 2023 - as well as my own personal journey as an artist.

I wanted to talk a little about my intentions in creating this project. The two main characters, Detective Tim Standing and Bill the Orphan have existed since around 2008 when they were created for a webcomic I was doing in high school.

(Above: Boxtown Artwork by Nicole Rodriguez)

In 2016, I revived the characters as the inspiration for a new project called Boxtown. Instead of superheroes as they originally were intended to be, I turned them into detectives, based on my lifelong secret obsession with wanting to be a detective that first started the moment I saw an episode of Inspector Gadget. 

(Above: Production Turnaround Artwork by Tess Wacker)

I want to create an original internet production that is of very high quality. Obviously, this is a very difficult thing to accomplish. So, this blog will be my attempt to document my difficult experiences while also highlighting the incredible art of the artists that I am so, so lucky to be working with. Boxtown’s team combines seasoned TV animation talent with fresh indie animation talent to create something that is intended to feel new but like a progression of the legacy that has come before.

(Above: Storyboard by Drew Green)

I hope you’ll join me on what has already been a pretty exciting journey! I just want this to be a space where I can document the BTS material and general creation of the project. I also plan to share concept artwork, animation tests, and environment tests here. And our goal is to always credit the artists who created this material properly.

(Above: CG look test by Star’s Art Bar)

-Charlie G. 

[your-fellow-writer-of-the-night]

My Masterlist

Lucifer:

Moodboards:

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar (with Maze and Chloe)

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar (with carer Dan)

Sleepy regressor Lucifer

And yet another regressor Lucifer

Regressor Lucifer and babysitter Maze

Vent regressor Lucifer

Vent pet regressor Lucifer

Another vent regressor Lucifer

Caregiver Micheal Demiurgos (with some headcanons)

Stimboard:

Lucifer Morningstar

Headcanons:

Regressor Lucifer Morningstar

Fanfics:

As Sweet as Whiskey (regressor Lucifer, carer Chloe)

Sleepy Devil (regressor Lucifer)

Wake up bud (regressor Lucifer, carer Maze)

It's not because I'm tired (regressor Lucifer, carer Amenadiel)

Good Omens:

Moodboard:

Regressor Crowley (with cg Aziraphale)

Regressor Angel Crowley

Regressor Crowley 👻 (spooky vibes, my favorite moodboard so far)

Regressor Beelzebub

Caregiver Aziraphale

Caregiver Aziraphale 🕊️

Another caregiver Aziraphale

Caregiver Crowley

Crowley and Aziraphale

Fanfics:

Milk, Honey and a Tea Spoon of Vanilla (regressor Crowley, carer Aziraphale)

Cozy fireplace (regressor Crowley, carer Aziraphale)

Doctor Who:

Moodboards:

Regressor Tenth Doctor

Regressor Tenth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Supernatural:

Moodboards:

Regressor Dean Winchester

Regressor Dean

Another regressor Dean

9-1-1 Lone Star:

Moodboards:

Regressor TK Strand

House M.D:

Moodboards:

Regressor Greg House (with cg Wilson)

Regressor James Wilson (and teddy bears)

Regressor Robert Chase

Another regressor Chase

Caregiver James Wilson

Headcanons:

Regressor Robert Chase

Fanfics:

The average dog is nicer than the average person (pet regressor Wilson and carer House. *unfinished)

White Collar:

Moodboards:

Regressor Neal Caffrey

Regressor Neal Caffrey (with cg Peter Burke)

Another regressor Neal Caffrey

Fanfics:

Time out (regressor Neal with El and Peter)

Suits:

Moodboards:

Regressor Mike Ross

Vent Regressor Mike Ross (tw- weed)

Regressor Harvey Specter (Racing Hearts)

Regressor Mike Ross (Racing Hearts)

Regressors Mike and Harvey (Racing Hearts)

Fanfics:

Racing Hearts

Bones:

Moodboards:

Regressor Seeley Booth (with cg Temperance Brennan)

Regressor Jack Hodgins (with Booth and Angela)

Moon Knight:

Moodboards:

Regressor Steven Grant

Hannibal:

Moodboards:

Regressor Will Graham (with cg Hannibal)

Hudson & Rex:

Moodboards:

Regressor Charlie Hudson

Regressor Charlie

Regressor Charlie (winter-ish theme)

Regressor Jesse Mills

Headcanons:

Regressor Charlie Hudson

[healingpuppys]

could I request a cg!harvey moodboard? (stardew valley ofc!)

- @bunny-nivison

CG! harvey from stardew valley moodboard

☆ Requests: Open ☆

[mossysmolboy]

also seperate request (no rush on either I'm just really excited to see someone make things for connor n Harvey in agere) cg! Harvey sdv moodboard mayhaps?

- @koithelittle

Sure!

I wasn't sure what to put, but I tired!

[papawolfcg]

OMG JUST SAW YOUR RESPONSE TO MY HOUSE MD HEADCANONS.... yes of course i have some for wilson, who do you take me for?? anyways lets get started

-wilson.. oh he gets silly with it. he wears sweater vests on purpose to regress, and his favorite cg is house (yes house bullies him. and wilson lobs that tennis ball at his noggin i'm telling you)

-i think he'd regress to a wide range of ages. like he's be 5-12, but i know he wouldn't like to go outside and whatever- instead he'd opt to read like.. medical textbooks. (hey, i did that!)

-he'd SO have those bunnies that are supposed to be representations of mental illness/conditions. he wouldnt even care that he doesnt have them he just buys them all

-those big pillows of like, organs, but with cartoony faces on them, are his JAM. he even has a big one on his bed for cancer. house bought him an autism one when he was sad and he got so confused it knocked him out of depression and he had to go 🤨 at house

-he has thirty keychains on his keyring. yes they're wearing down. yes he always cries and buys new ones when one breaks. each and every one of them are medical themed, EXCEPT for the pokemon one house gave him as like, a friendship thing.

-he has so much friendship bracelets that house has to cut them off him if he has medical emergencies

-if hes sick YOU WILL KNOW. he is LOUD and he needs ATTENTION.

-in terms of like, cg stuff, i think he'd read science textbooks to his little 😭 just prattling on about the golgi apparatus gets them knocked out

-many of his sweater vests are very itchy and sweaty and gross so he gets it if you do NOT want to wear him. however he also has many college sweatshirts (peep the mcgill one fr) that are very old and fuzzy. you know he kinda has that grandpa vibe going on w his clothes.

-he HAAAAATES if house were to know you regressed. he gets so mad 😭 to him, if house were to take care of you for even a minute, that'd make you stop regressing altogether 😭

-his place is very chill but just remember he's like harvey from stardew valley. "did you know that your immune system is unaware of your eyes-" type conversations. it's not hard to get him to stop but you know it's in his head

overall hes a silly goofy guy. love him. kinda hate him though

-soots (sorry for spamming you kinda i just saw the response 😭)

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH ??? THANK YOU 😭🙏 Wilson is literally me (real) Also not House getting him an autism pillow I can’t 💀

[lttl3babybug]

Cg!Doctor Harvey mood board will be coming asap friends! I’m on holiday at the moment so I have a bit more time!! :D

[paper--moons]

Regressor!Shane Headcanons

(with cg!Marnie)

Sometimes we find coping mechanisms that work without really having to seek them out, though sometimes we stumble a bit before we do and maybe even have to purposely try to find them. And Shane definitely stumbled—more like he tripped, really—for quite some time. He hadn't even realized how bad his addiction and dependency on alcohol had gotten until the new farmer in town found him drunk at the cliff. Not that he remembers too much from that night, although he comes to the next day with a killer hangover and an appointment with a therapist in Zuzu City. He considers not going, believing that nothing they say or do will wind up helping—after all, nothing he's tried has worked and that's what got him to this point. But apparently Harvey had to pull some strings to get him the appointment so quickly, and his aunt practically forces him into her old pick-up truck to drive him there herself. So he humors them both, not wanting to seem ungrateful and too tired to fight it anymore. One appointment and he'll be done; one appointment and he can go back to the cliff to finish what he started. His last therapist couldn't help him much, and he expects the same song and dance here—only to be surprised, shocked even, when Harvey's old friend seems to get it, get him. She doesn't try to force him to talk, or blatantly analyze him and goad him into responses she thinks are the problem; this therapist actually treats him like a person and not a lost cause. By the end of the first session, he thinks it might be worth coming back.

And come back he does. It takes a few sessions before he feels comfortable enough talking about the situation—why he is here as an emergency case, according to Harvey—and what happened at the cliff. Shane recounts that night the best he can, repeating the same sentiment to his therapist that is one of the few things he remembers telling the farmer: "I'm too small and stupid to take control of my life". The way his therapist starts making a few notes goes passed his notice as he trails off, muttering that it probably won't happen again so he doesn't know why he's even here. When he's said his piece it seems his therapist has decided something, has latched on to the fact that he's expressed he thinks he's too small. Unsurprisingly, they explore those thoughts and feelings for the rest of his time, and by his next appointment she has a suggestion for him: age regression. Carefully explaining that it doesn't make him stupid or a failure, and that feeling small can actually be really good for him. And that she wants him to try leaning into being small instead of drinking the next time he starts feeling lost in his head. It's a lot to take in, but she gives Shane a few pamphlets and tells him that's his homework for the next two weeks. Just to try it at least once and see what happens. He's flipping through the pamphlets on the way back to the truck, catching sight of Marnie and Jas waiting for him; he tried telling her that he can catch the bus, but she insisted on taking him every time and even made excuses of them taking Jas to an ice-cream parlor while they were in Zuzu. When they have the family-sized sundae brought to the table he notices for the first time how his aunt not only tucks a napkin into Jas' shirt, but also reaches over to gently tuck one into his as well—something she's always done, but for once something that he realizes is her showing she cares about him.

The pamphlets sit in his back pocket heavily the entire way home, the same heaviness resting at the back of his mind. Would it help? His therapist seemed to think so. But it seemed so...stupid. As if drinking his troubles away wasn't. At least this wouldn't burn his wallet—he could try this. Over the next few days Shane finds himself getting lost in thought whenever he's picking up Jas' room (the cleaning routine being another suggestion that's part of his ongoing homework), dolls being held for far longer than necessary before he remembers to put them in her toybox. After one such time he finds himself crawling around Marnie's attic, knowing she hangs on to everything and, lo and behold, finds the toybox that used to belong to him. Because of course she kept it, covered in dust as it is. It opens with a creak, and a small part of him thinks he'll get caught—but that doesn't stop him from pulling out his childhood bear and hugging it close. The stuffing smells a little musty like the wood of the toybox it was stored in, but underlying that is the familiar smell that brings to mind safer nights when he was allowed to feel scared and tuck himself up to his aunt's side for comfort. Shane doesn't realize he's crying, only clutches the toy and doesn't try to box away his feelings for once. Telling his teddy that he's so sorry (and for what, he doesn't even know, in the moment he only knows that he is), that he won't do it again.

Shane doesn't get caught in the attic, and though that all-encompassing small feeling only lasted for about a half-hour he still takes Baby Bear (because that's his name, Shane remembers!) out of the toybox and down to his room where he rests on his bed, carefully hidden under his pillows until it's bedtime. Because by bedtime he lets himself take out the toy again and snuggle with it, finds that when the urge to cry comes back that he's soothing himself by pressing a thumb into his mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world and not a habit he had given up by the time he was five (or maybe eight, if he was being honest). And by the time morning comes he feels okay. Lighter, even. And most notably there's no pounding in his head or pain behind his eyes. Maybe this whole regression thing could work after all. Although he had thought his...regression age? was that the term? would be older. When he brings all of this up with his therapist she seems genuinely happy and supportive, something that makes the small space being carved out in the back of his mind swell with something akin to a sweet softness. Like cotton candy. But she says the cotton candy is a good thing and not to worry about it, and to keep doing what he's doing whenever he finds it helpful. He winds up leaving the session teetering on the edge of regression, much more eager and excited to go get ice-cream than he usually would be. It's been a long time since he was excited over something so trivial. But the ice-cream is sweet, and Shane doesn't even get mad when his aunt wants to wipe away the sticky trail at the corner of his mouth.

Slowly but surely more of his childhood toys find their way out of the toybox and into his room until eventually the chest itself has to be brought down from the attic and tucked away safely in his closet instead. It's an interesting process of learning how to play again, but once he loses himself in it he starts to have a lot of fun. Finding joy in the simple act of playing starts to bleed over into his big time as well, when the little things gradually start to make him feel something close to happy again. Not to mention it provides him with some much needed routine—after his shift at JojaMart he comes home for dinner, and after helping with the washing up he retreats to his room for some small time. However after a particularly rough day that new routine is abandoned and he goes straight to his room, wanting nothing more than to forget things for awhile, to be little. Which inevitably leads to a concerned Marnie walking in on Shane, who is the middle of a tea party with some of his toys. It takes some time before he notices that she's there, and when he does he certainly doesn't expect the soft look on her face. For the first time in years he actually calls her mama, whines and hiccups that it isn't what it looks like...but all of that is pushed aside as she comes to sit on the bed next to him, and ask if Baby Bear needs his graham crackers and cheese for the tea party. Because of course his aunt remembers the snacks he always said were for his teddy. And all he can do is nod, blushing as she brushes away his embarrassed tears and kisses the crown of his head before leaving. Shane doesn't know why she played along, but he does find himself pushing the pamphlets about age regression that he did have shoved in the back of his dresser drawer underneath her door later that night.

Crumpled as they are, Marnie reads through the pamphlets. She had a general idea about what was going on, though she didn't have the correct terminology to put with it—in the moment all she knew was that her nephew was happy and smiling while he was playing so innocently, so it must be a good thing. And judging from the pamphlets, it's something his therapist recommended too. The fact that he had slipped up and called her mama—something he hadn't done since he was very, very young before someone had corrected him—only added to her pre-existing want to be there for him, just as she had been the first time. If he would allow it, of course. Shane knew a talk was coming even before he gave her the pamphlets; Marnie had always stressed the importance of talking things over, especially if feelings were involved. And Shane had shown plenty of feelings, way more than he has been since returning home a few months ago. The talk is about as awkward as anticipated, but Shane tries to remain open and not shut her out out of fear of rejection. Though he gets the exact opposite. Marnie tells him that if regression is something that helps him, then she will support him in any way that he's comfortable with—including acting as his cg. She's already done it once, and she's more than willing to do it again. It doesn't matter how many years have passed, if he needs to be her little butterbean for awhile then that's more than okay! And as the awkwardness and embarrassment fade from Shane's mind, he realizes that he would like that a lot, actually.

It's a whole lot easier to let Marnie in on his regression than he imagined it would be. The process of letting her in is gradual, as is building up the courage to leave his room when he's feeling small. But Marnie is patient and goes at the pace Shane sets, never forcing him out of his comfort zone but always providing encouragement wherever she can. Perhaps somewhat expectedly, once Shane gets accustomed to having someone around while he is regressed they both slot back into old habits. Habits like her teaching him about the farm animals and how to care for them, especially the sheep since they only had chickens and cows when he was a kid. Although they form a few new habits too! Like how she brings him a sippy cup of warm vanilla milk to take his antidepressants and insomnia medicine with at bedtime, or how (depending on the day of the week and if he's feeling small) she'll help him with his t-shot, carefully placing a band-aid patterned with farm animals over the spot where the needle pricked his thigh (his favorite, naturally, being the ones with little chickens on them). Some things might have changed, but for a little while at least Shane can take comfort in knowing that her care for him hasn't.