haiii!!!!! i wanted to know if you had any thoughts on cg pickles or skwisgaar from metalocalypse š„¹š„¹šš
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omgomg hiii @beaistiny !! you *bet* i do !!
thanx so much for askin, i'll do a special section for each bc i love them both sm !!
**mentions, tw** alcohol, diapers, caps
cg pickles:
š¦¹ cg pickles is so <333 i just think he finds such joy in being a mommy sometimes, even when he gets a little overwhelmed by toki's demands. because toki can be a pretty demanding baby !
š¦¹ nap times are pickles favorite activity when hes drunk and looking after toki . he orders klokateers to delivers tons of pillows / blankets to pickles room so toki can get ready for his naps !
š¦¹ lets his little play with his locks ! sometimes after their naptimes pickles will wake up to toki playing with his hair^^
š¦¹ does choo choo train or airplane during feeding time !!
š¦¹" c'mon , open widee , chooo choooo !! brrrrrrrroow ! "
š¦¹ they carry a diaper bag around for toki but they just call it " the bag " because i feel like some of them aren't comfy enough to say " diaper " ( not pickles !! maybe skwis ? )
š¦¹ pickles is definitely the main one that carries said diaper bag ! it has stuff like toki's pacis, teethers, noise canceling headphones, insulin, sippies, etc.
š¦¹ takes no thumb sucking very seriously !! always pops a paci in his little's mouth !
š¦¹ CAN DO HAIR! puts toki's hair in pretty little pig tails with bows !
š¦¹ ok so I kinda imagine that toki feels more comfortable having nathan take him to go potty (when he's not padded) but when he's not there to help , he asks pickles to take him ! pickles doesn't mind holdin toki's hand to take him. he occasionally knocks on the door to see if toki's okay or needs any help !!
š¦¹ definitely the best at changing diapers, gets it done quick and comfortably !!!
cg skwisgaar:
š¦¹ took to the news of toki regressing surprisingly better than the other guys expected . they werent sure how supportive he'd be but he's actualy one of toki's favorite people to come to when little <3
š¦¹ he doesnt let anyone in the world touch his guitar except his little !!
š¦¹ loves teaching swedish to his tiny !! he thinks its so cute when words are fumbled !!
š¦¹ gives toki butt pats when he's padded >< which is so adorable omg
š¦¹ puts on songs he's showed toki before and asks " who is this ? " 8 times out of 10 toki does not know lol
š¦¹ has toys from his childhood in sweden in an old box, which he loves to get them out for his little and see how they interpret them !!
š¦¹ is the best at shushing to sleep ... imagine it <3
š¦¹ talks through stuffies and uses silly voices when playing with toys with his tiny to make them giggle !!
š¦¹ he's a little sloppy when it comes to diaper changing , but he gets the job done !!
š¦¹ he's a little more lenient when it comes to thumb sucking and things like that . even things like bad words he turns a blind eye to ! uh ohhh ...!
š¦¹ but probably got his hair stuck in one of toki's toy trucks one time because toki was rolling it over his head , so now he doesn't let toys near his face lol
I hope you enjoy this post and that you'll keep sending me asks !!!
Heads up: this show contains nudity, sexual content, swearing, gory violence, and the apocalypse. I was thinking of waiting for season two, but I changed my mind. XD Suggested by Anon
If youāre nervous about the dark, donāt worry; he has amazing eyesight even when itās pitch black, and he can always tell when the dark isnāt safe.
Heās really fun to play pretend with, though heāll only play when thereās no one else around. Reputation counts for a lot; best not to let anyone see the legendary bounty hunter putting on silly voices.
He also likes to narrate what youāre doing, often making it much more dramatic than it really is.
Being underground in a coffin for years at a time can beā¦ constricting, to say the least. As a result, heās not really a ātime outā kind of guy.
Itās not uncommon for him to say some matter is āgrown-up stuffā and try to steer you away from it. He knows he canāt shield from all the horrors you both encounter, but he wants to protect you where he can.
After a building has been cleared and heās sure itās safe, heāll let you hunt around for little treasures left over from the old world.
He was in a musical once, in the early days of his career. Neither he nor the film critics think he has a great voice, but if you ask, heāll sing for you.
Though heās always cautious, he does actually like animals. If heās sure a creature is safe and non-aggressive, heāll let you pet it.
No matter where you go, he demands that you be shown the same respect he is. Youāre not just a tag-along, you're HIS tag-along, and nobody better say an unkind word in your presence.
He doesnāt bring it up with you, but he has a plan in place for if he ever starts to turn. A feral ghoul isnāt safe for anyone, and especially not little things like you. Heās not planning on turning anytime soon, but in the wasteland, itās best to have a contingency plan.
Thinking about how regressed Morty would always be crying, he doesnāt cry much when heās big so when he regresses heās always crying to Rick or summer, he just doesnāt know what to do with all his emotions
Thinking about regressed Johnny Silverhand, who is an absolute handful for V and Kerry. Heāll always regress when the two are together and takes over Vās body to interact with Kerry, when heās regressed he doesnāt know how annoying this can be , he just wants to see Kerry!!
And of course Kerry is always happy to see him, and treats him just how he used to treat his baby
And when he isnāt taking over V, V lets Kerry know whatever Johnnyās saying, and entertains him until heās bold enough to come out of his regression and never speak about it, lol
Whatever, cg vik and rlllly itty bitty V ,, him holding V as gently as he can in his arms, letting V babble on about Johnny, even tho he canāt see him he always nods and joins in on the unintelligible conversation theyāre so cute
V only knows something is wrong when this need, this fear, starts to simmer in his chest. It's not his own. That, he can tell. It comes distantly, from a place he can't discern. It's right there, clawing at him, and yet, the source doesn't digitize at his side.
The terror bubbling in his chest feels wrong. Everything about it screams wrong. He can't stop that sensation if he can't find Johnny.
Somewhere in his head, tucked behind wall after wall, guarded with his own fear, Johnny's trying to hide this.
Their minds are becoming one and Johnny still thinks he can hide when V feels just about the same things he does. It hurts, slowly being forced out of his head, but somehow, it hurts worse to not be accepted into Johnny's.
There's only so many times V can call his name when Johnny only appeared as he chose to. The one time V needed to talk to him, needed to soothe the ache in their chest, he doesn't want to show his face.
How bad is it this time?
V doesn't like to play that guessing game. The rules are unfair and he's yet to understand the ways Johnny's mind works. He doesn't let you in unless he's decided you're safe, and even then, he'll run again. Whenever he pleases, just to protect himself. He'll spit vile words and break things just to make a point.
But the apartment is just as V left it and there's nothing different. Or, well...
There's this soft blue stuffed animal tucked into the corner of the bed. One V didn't buy and one he never even glanced at. Has it been here long? He pretty much just got back from a gig, all he planned to do was shower, and then he felt all of that fear start eating at him. It isn't even his own.
The moment his eyes land on it, the burning in his chest gets ten times worse. Is this the problem? He had stepped inside and the hurt started almost immediately... Is this the cause for concern?
He doesn't want to ask, or call out again, but giving Johnny his own space has only ever proved to make things worse.
So, quietly, he calls his name.
"Johnny?"
It's without any anger, softer than a moment ago when concern was growing more violent in his head.
Slowly, he steps forward, not minding the tracks his dusty boots leave on the floor. Later, he'll clean it up like the rest of the apartment needs.
The bed squeaks as he sits on the edge, a hand reaching for the soft fabric of the plushie tucked into their bed. It was their bed now, wasn't it? Months of it being the two of them, sometimes Johnny would appear nestled into the blankets too. Though V isn't always sure he slept. The tossing and turning never meant anything good anyway.
"C'mon, Johnny..." V sighs as his thumbs brush over the fluff. He leans forward, elbows on his knees.
Is this little thing causing this much damage? Is he seeing something, holding something, he wasn't supposed to know about? Did Johnny find this on some excursion when V had last handed him the body?
Since V was a kid, he never cared too much for stuffed animals. Or maybe it was that he didn't like them. The ones that were popular when he was young all had this odd fabric, catching on the dry parts of his hands no matter how moisturized his skin was.
This is nothing like this. It had to have coat a lot, especially these days. He can brush through the fluff, rather than the fuzziness catching on his fingertips.
Though, elsewhere, fuzziness feels like it isn't far. Along with the fear, the terror in his chest, a fuzzy, hazy feeling sits far away in his mind. It comes closer, he feels it getting close.
He feels Johnny getting close.
That's what it is, of course it is.
Subtly, V smiles down at the stuffed animal.
"It's a stuffed animal, Johnny, come on now..." V speaks aloud, voice rumbling in his chest with the burn of fear. He breathes, though that can't soothe it if it isn't his own fear he's trying to fix.
He doesn't glance away from the little thing, even as he feels Johnny's presence creep closer in his head. Close enough that V would usually worry if he'd fight for control, but this.. it doesn't seem like that's his goal now.
"Y'know, you could've told me. Save me the worry of you freakin' the fuck out." He lets out a halfhearted chuckle.
The fear bubbling in his chest soothes to a simmer again, even if it still feels tight in his chest.
"I know..." V murmurs, "I know you're scared, Johnny. 's just you 'n' me here, hm? Ain't anyone comin' in." He promised, eyes only glancing up to the door to make sure it's locked, then he's back focusing on the plush.
He breathes, and suddenly it feels a lot less heavy.
Is it working? Is he helping?
"Do you wanna sit with me? Can tell me about this guy here if you want." V hums, a hand brushing over the stuffed animal's ear.
The sound of glitching shouldn't fill him with hope the way it does now.
At his side, tucked further back in the bed cubby, Johnny sits and stares at him through dark sunglasses. His bulletproof vest protecting him, shoulders raised much too high to be comfortable.
"See? You and me, and.. who's this?" V acts without thinking, turning and placing the stuffed animal right in Johnny's lap. Somewhere buried in his own head he feels like he has to talk to Johnny like he's a kid. He's sitting like a scared kid after all.
For a moment, it's quiet. V bites at his lip as he waits. Did he just ruin what he thought was helping?
"It's.. just a dog..." Johnny scoffs as if it isn't important at all to him. His hands hold the stuffed animal in his arms.
Sometimes, V wonders if Johnny knows the full strength of that metal arm. It digs so much deeper into the fluff, clutching it, despite the other hand being mostly relaxed.
"Then does the dog have a name?" V crossed one leg over the other, leaned back against the framing around the bed. He's slow as he moves, gentle as he talks.
In a split second, V sees Johnny's eyes peer over his sunglasses at him. He sees a fine line of tears over his waterline. In the same second, it's gone and Johnny's trying to straighten himself out.
"No." Silverhand mutters, though it sounds almost ashamed. V can't place the unsteady tone.
"That's okay." V comforts, hands settled in his lap as he watches Johnny. Is it this again? The fuzziness, the fear, the needing... He'll sit with Johnny as long as he needs, even if his mind is wandering.
Johnny needs him. Not because he needs the body, but because he just needs someone in his corner for once. It doesn't matter that he's killing V slowly, V wants to be there. Of course he does.
To say V's not familiar with this would be a lie. Sometimes when you look close enough, the signs were there all along.
Johnny's silence, the fear so strong it passes to V, the fidgeting, the quiet voice, refusal to look V in the eye. He's acting like a scared kid. He has so many times before and V rarely picked up on it. He just fixed it like his mind screamed to.
But now they're here, they're not running. It's quiet. A moment for just the two of them. V had the time to sit and put together the pieces.
He's small.
V can recall a few details during the gig, and one where Johnny suddenly peaced out. There were files, old files and a bunch of pictures of things V doesn't want to name. When he turned back around, Johnny was gone. His presence was gone and V was alone.
It should've stood out to him. After seeing hints of so many things in Johnny's nightmares, he should've known that little kid still ached for attentionāfor care and love.
V was the closest, and first, person to offer that unconditionally. Johnny clung onto him, of course he did. No one else ever wanted to help like that. They left, he ran. V wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
"It's late, Johnny," V begins, "how about takeout and one of your old shows, yeah?" He glances around, pulling up a menu in his optics, leaving enough room to see Johnny. Just in case.
Johnny grumbles very quietly from the corner he tucked himself into. He rubs his eyes, sunglasses set to the side for those brown eyes to blink up at V for a moment.
"I'll get your favorite, and a treat." V raises his brows, negotiating.
That seems good enough, satisfied with a little 'yeah' from Johnny.
The apartment remains quiet as the two settle into bed with a container of Johnny's favorite takeout and a small projector with a very old show auto playing each episode.
That little stuffed animal stays in Johnny's lap, V never questions it. He doesn't have to ask to know so many things anymore. Johnny needs it, plain and simple. He doesn't want this any more than V does.
Regardless of wanting to, V will always be there. They'll find a way out of this, someone will have what they need and they'll get enough eddies to pay however much they demand.
As long as V gets to pull Johnny into his arms for real, it doesn't matter how they get to that point.
Thereās like 3 agere cyberpunk fans, but I recently posted an agere (if you squint) fic with V and Johnny, and now Iām working on with Vik and V . Let me know if any headcanons or ideas pop in ur head!!
[AgeRe] Make it better - V & Jackie
[AgeRe] Spending Habits - Johnny & V
[AgeRe] It's scary - Johnny & V
[AgeRe] C'mon, Johnny... - Johnny & V
[Ask Fic] Reminisce - Johnny/Kerry
[Fic] Gettin' Soft Now? - Johnny/Kerry
[Fic] Need You Now - Johnny/Kerry
[Fic] Men like them don't get happy endings - Johnny/V
[Fic] City of Ashes - Johnny/V
[Fic] Is it enough? Johnny/V (AO3 version)
[Mini-Fic] Happy Birthday, Johnny - Johnny & V
[Mini-Fic] It's Time. - Johnny/V
[Mini-Fic] Let's Go - Johnny/V
[Moodboard] "Johnny?" - Johnny/Kerry
[Moodboard] Mona Lisa - Johnny/Kerry
[Moodboard] V and Johnny... - Johnny & V
[Moodboard] Killin' me - V & Johnny
[Moodboard] It's 2023... - Johnny
[Moodboard] 2020 - Kerry
[Moodboard] Go to War - Johnny
hate hate hate talking abt my regression but......cg kerry eurodyne. he misses taking care of his kids, or like havibg them around. Tiny V (or whoever this could apply to ocs as well) fills in instead. He goes all out when taking care of V :(( V is his baby and hed do anything for his baby.
HE SO WOULD. (Even if he doesn't really miss his kids, or the responsibility of them) V is so well tangled in his soul that he does want that, to do anything for him. Every time V slips, Kerry wants to bundle him up and keep him safe and never let another stray bullet anywhere near his baby
Kerry picking him up despite the difference in side, the fact that V is heavy muscle compared to himself. It doesn't really matter, all he wants if V happily in his arms, in his house. Just around.
It inspires him to clean up, to make it safe for V to stumble around while he's small. Add a little bit of protection to the sharpest corners V always seems to kick and get bruised by. Lay down rugs, actually furnish a little more... Just to make the villa a home rather than what it is now: a place he just.. sleeps.
Kerry's favorite moments is when everything has settled down, he's gotten the both of them fed, and V is laid across his chest. If he's snoring Kerry won't tell. It's just warm and safe and this.. this is home.
Rockstar legend and age regression? No. No, that doesn't go together.
So why is Kerry clutching some plushie like it's the end of the world and crying for someone who doesn't exist? A non-existent caretaker to wipe away the tears pouring down his cheeks?
Kerry doesn't get small. Of course not. It's just... a bad day. The fuzziness in his head is nothing, although intensified by whatever he downed in an attempt to drown it out.
He doesn't regress. Look around him. Sleekābut messyāsurfaces, sharp edges and cold decor. Nothing about it says soft. Nothing but him, rocking back and forth, sobbing into a stuffed animal that he'll refuse to look at later.
He's a living legend. What would that do to his image?
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