#agere hellaverse

[ramona-quinn]

It Takes a Hotel to Raise a Cub

Content Warning: Religious trauma, past abuse, underage drinking, use of alcohol and drugs

Co-Written with @yourneurodivergentlady

Crymini is the youngest and newest guest at the Hazbin Hotel. She is also a rebel who doesn't like to follow the rules. To combat this, she gets placed in regression therapy, and Angel and Husk are her assigned caregivers. What Crymini soon realizes is that this is something she needs after a lifetime - on Earth and in Hell - of pain and trauma.

Chapters:

Chapter 1: Another morning at the Hazbin Hotel.

Chapter 2: Today’s redemption exercise brings back horrible mentions for Crymini.

Chapter 3: Crymini gets her hand patched up, and Charlie discovers a treatment plan that can help her.

[shhtickerbook]

my dudes I saw this on Twitter and I can’t believe we got a canon age regressor but told in the most soul destroying way I’m not ok rn 💔

The fandom agere community was correct with Blitzø

[tak3nx4w4y]

FIZZAROLLI AGERE OUTFIT BOARD!!!

i want to carry the helluva boss agere niche bc yes altho it is an 'adult' media- its one of my biggest regression comforts 💕💕

[lttl3babybug]

Gently squeezing your face, hello honey!! (If your not okay with nicknames let me know!!)

Could I ask forrrr hm, either caregiver Stolas or caregiver Asmodeus ( >w<) with a baby regressor? Preferably padded but no force!! I hope you have a lovely day my dearest ~

HIII, I absolutely adore nicknames :3 but of course! I just posted some cg Stolas so I can give you Cg!Ozzie!! (Apologies if this is nonsensical I wrote it at 6am with an hour and 40 minutes of sleep maximum)

Cg!Asmodeus & Baby!Regressor!Reader headcanons!

🩵Ozzie is just the sweetest, we’ve seem how gentle he is with fizz so we know he’s an absolutely amazing cg :(

🩵Ozzie is a big guy, like he’s huge. He’s gonna pick you up at every opportunity he can

🩵Due to his height he likes to remind you just how little you are

“Aw look at you…just a tiny baby aren’t you, hm? Nothing but an itty bitty baby. Look at how tiny you are compared to me!”

🩵Good Gods above he will spoil you to the ends of hell and back

🩵You have more paci’s than you can count, he just sees them and gets them for you because he loves surprising you

🩵Seeing how excited you get when when he says he has a surprise for you and his wide your eyes go.

🩵Now if you’re a nonverbal baby you needn’t Fret. Ozzie is a master at deciphering your babbles

🩵Making grabby hands at something you want or someone who’s attention you crave? He’s on it, giving you whatever you want (if it’s appropriate that is) and dragging over whatever one of his assistants has caught your fancy today

🩵Ozzie has a whole room dedicated to your safe space, it’s one of the only places he feels it’s okay to leave you unsupervised

🩵Being the sin of lust of course his place isn’t exactly…child appropriate. But this room is full of nothing but toys, stuffies, baby books, blankets, the whole shebang

🩵Course he loves playing with you too, big fan of playing the damsel in distress for you to rescue

🩵But he also loves reading to you and doing your baby puzzles with you!

🩵Watching your face light up with joy as you solve the jigsaw in front of you and signal for his attention by whiney or making general babble noises in his direction

🩵If you’re feeling bratty or generally stubborn he tends to talk through things before sending you to time out, making sure you’re calm and understand why you’re being put in that position.

🩵Now Ozzie with a padded regressor is a whole different thing

🩵This was something he discussed with you while big, he’d noticed you’d started slipping further than usual (course he wasn’t mad about that at all) and that lead to accidents and tears

🩵He made 1000% sure that you were comfortable with this happening, with him changing you, with him seeing you like that in such a vulnerable state

🩵And even after having you give him both verbal and written consent that it was okay he still asks you before he changes you. Just incase

“Are you okay with me taking this off you sweetheart? I don’t want you getting a rash down there baby…it’s okay if not. I’m sure you’re smart enough to change yourself”

🩵Placing you on the changing table and distracting you the whole time by holding a stuffie above you or asking you about your favourite book or game

🩵He makes sure you’re keeping clean down there at all times, checking you every 30 minutes- an hour

🩵You have the comfiest pull ups or dips you could ever imagine, so pretty too!

[autisticalastor]

sneak preview of my next hazbin agere fic <3

《유나》

[ramona-quinn-doodles]

I was inspired by @shhtickerbook to make a paci edit of Little!Stolas

My poor owl prince needs all the hugs he can get 🥺

[babysoftstims]

agere alastor stimboard bc im THE #1 alastor kinnie <3

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《sera》

[littlemilliebillie]

loo loo land?! LOO LOO LAND! 🐄♥️🍼

[softpawpup]

— caregiver ! striker from helluva boss !! ( request from anon )

💯 bounces you on his lap for 'horsey rides'

♦️ lets you lasso him and hog tie him during playtime

💥 has you sit on his shoulders and hold onto his horns while he walks around

💯 keeps your little gear in his saddle bags

♦️ lets you bring home whatever little critters you see

💥 lets you play with his tail and stim with it when you're sitting together

💯 wraps his tail around some part of you when you're out and about to make sure you don't get lost

♦️ can get a little (a lot) mean and rude to anyone who upsets you at all. lashes out easily if someones done anything to hurt his kiddo, reguardless of how little it is

💥buys you toy guns and weapons to play with

💯 teaches you horseback riding

♦️ gets you matching cowboy hats and boots

[sillylittlesins]

Hi guys @loki104-uwu here with another side-blog because I have no self control. This is an interactive Askblog blog so feel more than welcome to interact, Ocs, Personas, and characters from different fandoms are welcome too because you have fun the way you want too!^^ rp is allowed though i'm not all that experienced but i'll try my best :3

(The Seven deadly sins are babies/toddlers and their caregiver is Roo(t of all evil) :3)

I will draw at times most of the times it may be just text, and if you got any suggestions for character you want to see, headcanons, or just random things that you want me to draw them doing then feel free to send em' in as long as there appropriate, remember i'm a minor and an age regressor and the blog focuses on toddlers.

my dni list is simple, just none of the icky and mean stuff, I don't care if you're older than 18 as long as your blog isn't fully nsfw and you don't interact with said icky stuff then I don't mind.

I have a three strikes and your out system, this just applies for the nasty stuff, you'll never bug me with asks, like spamming, reblog spamming, request, or even just talking to me because I love making new friends! :3

lil list so you know who's talking:

Lucifer- ✨👑

Satan- ✨🔥

Beelzebub- ✨🍰

Mammon- ✨💰

Asmodeus- ✨💖

Leviathan- ✨🐍

Belphegor- ✨😴

Roo- ✨❤‍🔥

Inbox: Open! X3 Ask Count: 0. ✨😈Designs for the babies🍼❤‍🔥

[ask-jamtheimp]

Spook did some worksheets about his family while little

[ramona-quinn]

Big Drink

(CW: Alcohol and Mention of Underage Drinking (Since Crymini is 19))

CG!Husk and Regressor!Crymini 🍼

Plot: Crymini wants what she calls a big drink (alcohol), but Husk knows that’s not good for regressors.

Request by @nottapossum on AO3

Crymini was in a bad mood. She didn’t know why, but she was feeling really cranky. She tried everything to keep her mood in check. She even tried taking a nap, but that only made her crankier. She kept herself away from everyone so no one would have to deal with her attitude. She remembered how she was harshly reprimanded and sometimes punished for it by her parents and relatives on Earth. However, being alone with her feelings made the hyena feel a thousand times worse. It was starting to make her feel little, which she also hated. She didn’t want to feel little right now. She wanted to be big.

Husk, whom Crymini has a father-figurely relationship with, learned a lot about age regression from taking care of Angel whenever he regresses. He also knew about Crymini’s regression when she told him about it and has taken care of her a couple of times when her headspace dropped. The hyena knew that Husk would be understanding, but she didn’t want to him to interfere. However, she knew that being alone wasn’t doing her any good.

So, Crymini walked out of her room and trudged down to the main area of the hotel. She went over to the bar and plopped down on one of the stools.

“Bad day?” Husk asked as he set down a shot glass he was cleaning.

Crymini only sighed in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Crymini looked up at Husk with a sad look on her face.

“I’m doing okay, really,” the hyena lied.

“I can tell that you’re not. It’s okay to not be okay,” Husk said.

Crymini could feel her headspace slipping more and more by Husk’s words. She whined as she put her head on the table.

“I’m assuming you’re small right now,” Husk inquired.

“No, ’m big,” Crymini denied.

“You can’t really repress your regression, kiddo. It’s probably why you’re so grumpy.”

“‘m no little…”

“Okay, then.”

Husk continued cleaning shot glasses as Crymini sat silently at the counter with her head down. Her mind was telling her that Husk was right and it was okay to be little. Maybe it could help her feel better. However, her big, stubborn self didn’t want to. She was internally stuck.

“Can I have a drink, please?” Crymini asked after a few minutes.

“Sure thing,” Husk nodded.

Husk grabbed a red sippy cup from under the counter (where all the sippy cups, kids plates and utensils, and bottles sat). He then grabbed some strawberry milk from the mini fridge he had and poured it into the cup.

“I wan’ big drink,” Crymini muttered.

“You’re too young for alcohol. This is a lot better for you,” Husk said as Crymini began whining.

“I’m not little, I wan’ big drink.”

“You’re not old enough for alcohol. You can have strawberry milk instead.”

This caused Crymini to start crying, screaming, and kicking their legs, her headspace finally dropping.

Husk walked around the bar and over to where Crymini was sitting, kneeling down to her eye level.

“Kiddo, look at me. You wanted alcohol to drink. However, you’re not old enough to drink some,” Husk said as he gently cupped Crymini’s face, his tone being firm, yet calming at the same time. “You can cry about it, you’re allowed to have these feelings, but you can’t have alcohol. You can have strawberry milk instead.”

Crymini stopped screaming and kicking their legs, slightly calming down from Husk’s words. However, she couldn’t stop sobbing.

“Come on, let’s go calm down,” Husk said as he carried the wailing hyena over to the lounge area. Once there, he gently set Crymini down on a beanbag at a calm-down/time-in area Charlie had set up for the hotel littles.

Crymini curled up into a ball and continued crying. Husk got down to her eye level again.

“I have to go finish cleaning up the bar, okay? If you want to cry, that’s alright. If you want to do some of the activities in the time-in area, that’s fine, too. Just give yourself some time to feel what you need to feel and calm down,” Husk said as he stood up and walked back to the bar.

Crymini continued crying as Husk completed his task. He put the strawberry milk he prepared in the fridge in case she wanted it later.

A few minutes later, Husk finished cleaning the bar and went over to the time-in area to check on the hyena, who was still sitting in the beanbag. She sniffling and whimpering, her tantrum simmering down.

“You doing okay?” Husk asked.

“A little,” Crymini hiccuped.

“You ready to get up and have fun?”

Crymini shook her head.

“You need more time?” Husk asked as the hyena nodded her head. “Alright, let me know when you’re ready.”

Husk got up and walked away to let Crymini calm down completely.

Crymini found a stuffed bunny that was sitting in a stuffed animals basket next to her. She grabbed the bunny and held it tight, running her fingers through its soft fur.

Six minutes passed and the hyena finally calmed down. She got up with the bunny in her arms and walked over to the couch, where Husk and Angel (who was regressed) were sitting.

“Hey, kiddo, are you feeling better?” Husk asked as Crymini nodded. “That’s good. I like how you calmed down. Angel and I are gonna watch Bluey if you want to join us. You wanna watch Bluey?”

Crymini nodded again as she sat down next to Husk.

“Can I have the milk, please?” Crymini asked.

“Of course, you can. I’ll go get it right now.”

Husk stood up and walked over to the bar to get the strawberry milk the hyena denied earlier. He came back and handed the drink to Crymini.

“Thank you,” Crymini said as she began drinking.

“No problem, sweetie,” Husk said as he kissed Crymini’s forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

[shhtickerbook]

Baby Feathers

Merry Christmas!

(Helluva Age regression ficlet that takes place post sinsmas)

I don’t see enough fics that have caregivers who want to try regressing!!! So I decided to fill that void and the soul destroying events of sinsmas gave me lots of agere fodder. have a lovely holiday everybody!!! Fic below!

Stolas had everything planned. It was new years Eve and both Stolas and Blitzø had the holiday just to themselves. Millie and Moxxie were spending the holiday with Millie’s family in Wrath, whilst Loona was going to another party at Beelzebub’s. Stolas had spent many a New Year’s Eve at insufferable galas, but there had always been one silver lining. Both himself and Via would slip away from the ball, where the two would sit on the roof of their mansion and watch the first new year’s moon come to rise. He still hadn’t realised that this would be the first year where they wouldn’t be able to share their tradition. He couldn’t stop thinking of Octavia, their last interaction cruelly playing on loop in his mind. His heart was breaking with every second, but at least he had Blitzø. If he hadn’t been grieving so painfully, maybe he’d be able to enjoy himself.

There was one aspect he found great comfort in though, and that was being able to take care of Blitzø. Over the past few months he’d been introduced to the Imp’s smaller side, which had taken a while for Blitzø to open up about it properly. He was a pretty headstrong character, and struggled s lot when it came to expressing any kind of vulnerability.

Stolas had actually found out by accident, with Blitzø regressing involuntarily after a bad night terror. Stolas’s heart had broke when he found his partner looking so afraid and vulnerable. Blitzø wasn’t able to really explain what was happening, but Stolas was already a parent, it was second nature to know how to comfort little ones after a bad dream. The next morning Blitzø had explained what happened, sometimes he found himself slipping younger in age, usually when he was stressed or was reminded of bad things. Especially since he lost his mother, she was the only person who treat him with gentle nurturing care. When he lost her, he never got to feel that again. So when he began to have these episodes, it became a part of himself he had to hide out of shame.

For a long time he continued to suppress this side of himself, pushing away all these childish longings. But he could only hold it back for so long until his body decided for him. When he did find out, Stolas was almost too supportive of it, finding this side of Blitzø absolutely darling. Lavishing him with toys, clothes and all kinds of things he never even considered trying. Stolas even found himself getting a lot out of caring for him too, it made him feel needed.

-

Blitzø had to admit that it felt great to not hide this side of him anymore. Stolas had officially seen every episode of that pony show, and helped Blitzø brush the manes of every single horse figurine he owned. But ever since the trial, neither Blitzø or Stolas had the time or the mental energy to take come time to relax.

Stolas had felt so guilty that in his current state he hadn’t been able to care for Blitzø, and had even collected a set of gifts for him to open from Sinsmas. On the day itself he’d set aside his little gifts so that he wouldn’t have to open them in front of the others. So he’d made the decision to surprise him with a “little sinsmas” on new years, when they knew they’d have the house all to themselves.

Stolas woke up early to get out the gifts he had stored away. Thankfully he had purchased these before he’d lost all of his money and possessions. But when he did get up, he felt awful. The former prince had slept terribly, tossing and turning as he once again replayed what had happened with Via. He was then cursed with unpleasant dreams that only tortured him further. All he wanted was his daughter, but she wanted nothing to do with him.

Regardless of how he felt, he pushed himself through it, today was for Blitzø. The imp had done so much for him recently, he had to pay it back somehow. He quietly looked through Blitzø’s wardrobe in search of some of his little clothes, choosing an oversized hoodie with some colourful horse motifs. It even had an adorable woollen mane that went down the hood. Last of all he collected a plastic box at the bottom of the wardrobe, stolas recognising it. Inside Blitzø kept all of his baby things, pacifiers, some teethers and other equally adorable equipment. It was adorned with multiple stickers, all in the horse variety.

As he entered back into the main room, stolas began to gather some ingredients for breakfast. The plan was to make Blitzø some oatmeal for breakfast, which was simple enough. Blitzø always liked it drizzled with cherry syrup, and if he was feeling little enough he’d even let Stolas feed him.

Stolas carefully arranged the gifts wrapped in coloured paper by the tree, flicking on the fairy lights for added effect. He loved the small touches of sinsmas, indulging in the little details that made it feel magic. Blitzø had mentioned how sinsmas wasn’t really a special thing when he was a kid, the circus would perform through the whole holiday. Which included an extra special sinsmas day show which was very popular, but it meant he never got to really enjoy the holiday.

He thought of a little blitz crouched by the tree, tearing open coloured parcels in glee. You couldn’t help but smile. As a final touch, he pulled the blinds open to let the light in. Such a simple action turned into a huge mistake. As Stolas glanced outside, his gaze was caught to the horizon. Peeking just through the clouds was the new moon, only barely visible. By tonight it would be hanging at the peak of the sky, even in daylight it was beautiful.

How could something so beautiful destroy him so painfully? Stolas remembered everything, his special tradition with his daughter. He thought of Octavia, sitting alone and watching the moon rise. The way she spat her words towards her father, looking like she genuinely despised him. Who was he kidding? It didn’t look like he hated him, she did hate him. Stolas just sank to the floor, his beak quivering as he felt tears building in his eyes. It was all too much. All he wanted was to hold his daughter in his arms again, but would that ever happen again?

she hated him.

she HATED him.

-

Blitzø turned over in bed, dozily reaching over into the empty space of his bed. He’d gotten so used to sleeping next to somebody again, so when he didn’t feel any feathers in his grasp, it pulled him out from his snoozing.

“Mmme- Stolas?”

He mumbled, eyes fluttering open. As suspected, Stolas wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Pushing himself up onto his elbow before rubbing his eyes, recently Stolas had been the one who stayed in bed. Blitzø would usually let him sleep in for as long as he needed, sometimes leaving a note if he had to leave for work.

With a yawn Blitzø pulled himself up, before hearing something from outside the room. It took him a second to realise in his sleep addled state, but he could clearly hear a sadly familiar sound of crying. Within a second he’d jumped from the bed and thrown open the door.

“Stolas? are you okay?”

In hindsight it was a pretty stupid question, especially when he found said bird on the floor of his sitting room. He was curled in on himself, sobbing bitterly. It was uncomfortably reminiscent of what he’d been like when Octavia had rejected him.

“Hey hey- what’s going on?”

Blitzø joined him on the floor, resting a hand over Stolas’s shaking back. Stolas flinched at the touch at first, but couldn’t help but fall into Blitzø’s hold. Blitzø could feel Stolas’s feathers quivering as he tried to control his sobbing. The Imp couldn’t help but notice that a lot of his little stuff was scattered across the room.

His box of pacifiers and that one hoodie he liked to wear, there were also some new gifts under the tree.

“I had planned to- I’m sorry, i just wanted to make today special for you.”

Stolas whimpered, feeling like he’d ruined everything. He thought he would feel better today, if he got to care for Blitzø. But right now owl felt as fragile as glass, but Blitzø held onto him tight and securely. It clicked as he realised what Stolas had been trying to do, his expression softening.

“Oh stolas, it’s okay.”

“It’s not! All I’ve done is mope around and you’ve had to do everything for me. Not to mention the money you’ve spent and the time I’ve taken up. I had it all planned, you deserved a break-“

It took him a little time to string together his response, tears continuing to dribble down his feathers. He felt pathetic, how was he going to care for a regressed Blitzø when he was this much of a mess? It furthered his suspicion that was just a complete failure when it came to any kind of caregiving.

“Stolas listen to me, it’s okay. It’s.. really sweet you thought of this.”

Blitzø gently tilted his beak to meet his face, the tearstained bird’s expression tugging something on his heartstrings. He looked around, spotting the half made breakfast and carefully arranged presents. All the effort he’d made, for him no less.

“I don’t deserve you.”

He chuckled, managing to pull the lanky heap of owl closer into his lap the best he could. His statement seemed to reactivate Stolas tears though, who cried intelligibly into his chest. It was the other way around, it was Stolas that didn’t deserve him.

Whilst Blitzø still wasn’t entirely sure on what had triggered this, it didn’t take an idiot to know it was related to Octavia. In the time Blitzø had known Stolas, he’d never seen him like this. The Goetian Prince was so broken, fragile. But thankfully Blitzø had some experience in that feeling already.

He let him cry it out for a few minutes, with the shoulder of his shirt becoming very wet. He ran his fingers up and down Stolas’s feathers, gently preening him as he murmured comfort. The sobs eventually died down into sad sniffling, but the grip around him still hadn’t broken. Although Stolas’s heart was breaking, Blitzø’s grip around him was at least keeping said shards in place.

As Blitzø rubbed his back, he was hit with a sudden idea. He felt a little guilty that Stolas had gone through all this trouble for him, especially as he wasn’t feeling anywhere near small. And as much as he cared for Stolas, he couldn’t fake his regression either. Anyways, he didn’t feel like he was the one need in comfort right now.

“Hey, here’s an idea. I know we’ve never talked about this before, but what if you let me take care of you today?”

Stolas stirred a little with a frown, peeling his crispy feathered face away from Blitzø’s chest.

“What do you mean?”

“You take care of me when I’m feeling low, why not let me baby you for once? You’re lookin’ like you need it.”

The more Blitzø thought about it, the more he wanted to give it a try. There was something about the forlorn bird in his arms that melted his heart a little. Was this how Stolas felt with him? Nah, he couldn’t he this cute.

“No, you’re my baby. I care for you, I care for people- it’s what I like to do.”

Stolas suddenly felt flustered, face lighting up bright red. He’d never even considered the idea of swapping roles before. Blitzø was his baby, never the other way around. He wasn’t sure if it felt right to him, he wanted to be the one caring for Blitzø.

“Yeah, and you do a great fuckin job at it. So why not let me return the favour, you might even like it?”

Blitzø teased as he gently pinched the owls red cheeks, already delighting in the idea. Stolas found himself wavering a little, especially with how shivery and weak he was. He looked over at the gifts guiltily, but Blitzø already had it covered.

“Look we could try it today, if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. We can save the gifts for tomorrow, and then you can have your turn babying me, sound okay?”

Blitzø sounded so sure that Stolas found it hard to disagree. Although it still felt very alien, he definitely appreciated this cuddling part right now. So in the end gave a defeated shrug, Blitzø’s face lighting up.

“You just relax and let me take care of everything, feathers.”

Stolas shook for a second, before burying his beak into Blitzø’s shoulder again. Fresh tears erupted seemingly for no specific reason. But this time there was a sense of catharsis that came with it, to be able to cry in safety. Was this how Blitzø felt when Stolas would comfort him whilst small? He hoped so, as it felt pretty damn good.

Blitzø began to rock him back and forth, kissing the crown of his feathers. He gave him a few more minutes to cry, Stolas had been forcing himself into long periods of numbness recently and clearly needed it. Eventually Blitzø shifted Stolas to the side a little, who whined at the movement.

“Lemme just move ya onto the couch, I can’t feel my fuckin’ legs anymore.”

With quite a bit of effort, Blitzø managed to lift the bird onto the couch. Unfolding the blanket over the armrest and tucking it around his skinny frame. Whilst no longer sobbing, Stolas had been reduced to the awkward hiccupy stage. Blitzø told ahold of his hand, squeezing softly to get his attention.

“Hey try and breathe a little, in and out.”

The imp demonstrated, and Stolas tried his hardest to follow. But he found himself falling back into the unhelpful gulping, even with Blitzø’s help.

“Here’s an idea.”

Blitzø turned and rifled through his little box, finding an unopened package. Blitzø himself still hadn’t used these ones as he didn’t like the colours. Stolas turned to see what Blitzø was doing, with his pupils pin-pricking when he spotted it. In his hands was a package of pacifiers, a pack of three different shades of lilac to dark blue.

“You’re doing a shitty job at breathing right now, try one of these. You’ll have no choice but to breathe a little slower.”

He spoke so casually, holding out a dark blue pacifier. Stolas had seen this kind of item many, many times now. But now when it was being presented to him, rather from him? It felt a little scary. Blitzø watched as stolas internally fought with himself, rolling his eyes.

“Cmon, open that beak for me, feathers.”

He used the pet name for the second time, which made Stolas melt a little. As if beyond his control he held his beak open, Blitzø placing the pacifier there before he could change his mind.

The sensation was certainly strange at first, the bird wasn’t really sure what to do with it. But his body was still hellbent on breathing hard, so he focused on trying to breathe nasally instead. Without realising he began to suck on the bulb, and breathed in and out. If it hadn’t been such sad circumstances, Blitzø would’ve definitely taken a photo. It was just too fucking cute. Instead he joined Stolas on the couch, still demonstrating his breathing in time to Stolas’s.

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

Stolas looked up at him lazily, his was face a little red self consciously. But he couldn’t lie, the rhythmic sensation of the pacifier was incredibly soothing. With each minute he understood just why Blitzø liked them so much. There was a cloudy fuzzy sensation in his head, one that forced him away from all the sad and scary feelings. It was a blissful escape, but it wasn’t numbing him the way his pills used to.

So he nodded at his partner, squeezing his hand back tight. They spent the next twenty minutes just cuddling, and Stolas honestly felt the calmest he had in months. Blitzø eventually had to pry the owl off of him to sort out breakfast, turned on the TV for Stolas. He considered what to put on, before setting on an incredibly corny fairytale movie about a princess. But it was worth it to see the way Stolas’s eyes lit up when it came on.

Blitzø made himself a cup of coffee, and poured one of Stolas’s weird fancy teas into one of his own sippy cups. Choosing the moonlight unicorn design, after forcing stolas to watch every episode of his horse show, Stolas had eventually chosen his favourite character. When he returned to the couch, Stolas shuffled over to curl into his chest again. The pacifier still hasn’t left his beak since placing it there, he looked undeniably adorable. Blitzø was just so happy to see him looking content for the first time in days. The two could just spend their day with each-other’s company, enjoying every moment.

-

Neither demon even made it to the end of the movie, the two of them passed out in a tangle of limbs. The bird with his head curled underneath Blitzø’s chin, the imp’s hand subconsciously still stroking his feathers. Blitzø had gotten so used to himself being the baby in their relationship, that he’d never considered how much he’d enjoy swapping places. The remainder of their day continued in a similar fashion, Blitzø leading Stolas along in hand. And to his surprise Stolas was a very quiet little, who didn’t speak much for the rest of the day.

It was different than when he was quiet when he was sad though, Stolas would still giggle if Blitzø said something funny and was clearly enjoying himself. Stolas just felt happy that he didn’t have to try and think of words right now, he could just be. He allowed Blitzø to dress him in some loose cuddly clothes, and even hand feed him little squares of pancake when he felt up to eating.

Blitzø loved learning more about this little side of him. And Stolas found himself embracing a part of himself he’d never even uncovered. They spent the day indoors, playing games and watching movies. In the evening when Blitzø was busy running a bath for him, Stolas couldn’t help but glance outside. The moon was beginning to rise in the early evening, himself and Blitzø agreed to head to bed before midnight. The whole new year’s celebration never interested him too much, he really only ever used it as an excuse to get wasted.

Stolas pulled the pacifier from his beak and dropped it to the floor. Feeling the fog of his small space drift away, he took in a deep breath. Slipping outside onto the balcony, he dared himself to look up at the moon. Giving anything just for one more moment with Octavia, wondering what she was doing right now.

“I know you hate me, and that you can’t even hear me- But I love you so very much.”

He spoke to himself quietly, not breaking eye contact with the rising moon. Hoping that just maybe Octavia could somehow get the message. He stayed there for a little while, not even realising the slow tears dripping down his face until he felt a hand on his. Blitzø didn’t say anything, he stood aside the Owl for a while until he stirred from his trance.

“I got your bath ready, even added a bunch of those bath nukes you like.”

“Bath bombs- you mean.”

Stolas couldn’t help but correct, although he still sounded sad. Blitzø held onto his hand and lead him back inside, finding the pacifier abandoned on the floor.

“Hey you still want this buddy?”

He held it up, unsure if Stolas was feeling completely big again. The owl looked at the object, clearly considering it. He watched the Imp as he stared up at him with genuine adoration. Instead of a verbal response, he just took the pacifier back and allowed himself to sink back into that comforting headspace. The Goetian prince stood tall above Blitzø, and to any old person they must’ve looked ridiculous. But Blitzø looked up at the tall owl and only saw a little baby bird, one that was in desperate need of some love and care.

“Cmon then baby feathers, I have a whole collection of rubber duck horses just waiting to play with ya-“

Merry Christmas y’all ❤️❤️❤️

[tak3nx4w4y]

loona little hellaverse agere moodboard!!!

[lttl3babybug]

Wait you write Helluva Boss stuff too? (Read pinned post) can you please make some CG!Stolas headcannons, pretty please

Course I can!! Im currently on a six hour bus trip to Legoland so buckle up for maybe two posts today (shocker, I know)

Cg!Stolas headcanons!

📚Stolas is a dad so he’s got experience with kiddo’s under his belt! He knows what he’s doing!

📚He’s also pretty young so he’s very active with your playtime

📚He appreciates every little thing you give him, cherishing all the colouring pages or small crafts you make for him

📚Does better with toddler regressors but can deal with all age ranges

📚He enjoys you being so dependent on him, makes him feel needed and he appreciates that a lot

📚He’s completely honoured when you ask him to be your cg. In shock, you trust him enough to look after you in such a fragile state of mind?? Sign him up!

📚Reads to you all the time, all your favourite books

📚Little book corner in the corner of your room so yous can snuggle up and read

📚Oh so many blankies. Fleece blankets all the way, you have so many. He just thinks you look so cute all snuggled up under them! Can you blame him? :,(

📚Keeps a spare paci on him at all times, just incase you slip accidentally

📚He is very good at reading you, especially when you’re small and whiney

📚He feels so guilty every time he has to put you in time out. That little pout you give him just makes his heart melt

📚It’s only made worse if you’re all teary and lip is trembling.

📚He has given in many times and not made you go to time out

📚He caves so easily, if you ask nice enough he would probably overthrow all of hell for you

📚Loves dressing you up, not because you have to look all pretty cause he’s a royal. He just likes seeing you all smiley and happy as you show off your little outfit

📚Big fan of tea parties, sticks his pinkey out and sips on his imaginary tea that you just keep refilling

📚It’s never ending!

📚He’s not strict about many things but nap time is one of those things

📚He hates seeing you all cranky and upset cause your sleepyyyy

📚Knows all the names and personalities of your stuffies

📚Loves carrying you, he just likes showing you off to be honest. He thinks you’re an absolute sweetie that deserves to be shown off to all of hell!

[autisticalastor]

a coloring balanced by pastels & talent

Pairing: Polyvees (mostly focused on Velvette/Valentino though)

Rating: G

Tags: Fluff, Age Regression, Regressor!Velvette, Caregivers!Vox & Valentino, Sewing, Swearing (because Valentino is like that), Parental terms for caregivers

A/N: Accidentally created the softest possible Valentino in this one, and I'm not sorry. Also, I headcanon Velvette as a kid/middle regressor! Anyways! This is for the final prompt in @nottapossum / @nottamoxxie's Agere-tober list: costumes! The title for this one comes from And Sew by Jessica Law!

Velvette pushes her sewing machine off the table. It collides with the floor in a satisfyingly-loud crash, very fitting for the kind of mood she's in. The one time she tries making clothing by hand, and it's hard. Her whole career in Hell is built off fashion at this point, yet she can't seem to sew one outfit herself. Amid her intense frustration, she feels a pang of grief cut through her, carrying memories from a literal lifetime ago. Mum always made it look so easy…

“Vel, you okay in here?” Vox pokes his head through the door, eyeing her with concern.

“Does it sound like everything is all right?” she snaps.

Vox walks up behind her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She has half a mind to yank it off, but he begins rubbing little circles against her back, and it's actually pretty calming. He's been through enough of her tantrums by now that she supposes he must be able to handle things right every once in a while.

“What are you working on anyways? Or… what were you working on, I guess.”

“I'm trying to make Halloween costumes. It's… not going well.” She gestures at the mess of broken sewing machine parts on the floor.

“Why don't you just snap them into existence like all your other clothing lines?”

“I wanted to make them myself! Like my mum used to when I was a kid. Anyways, it's not for one of my shows. They're just for us.”

Vox gives her a rather fond look, an affectionate smile scrolling onto his screen. “I have an idea; why don't you ask your papi to help out. He’s pretty good with a needle and thread.”

“He is? I don't think I’ve ever seen him try.”

“Maybe if you weren't always on that damn phone—” Vox cuts himself off with a laugh, and he has Velvette laughing, too. Sometimes, Vox's dumb humor isn't that much of a bother, actually.

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