#blitzo age regression

[fandom-nursery]

Agere headcanons Blitzo please?

Absolutely!!

Blitzo agere headcanons

Regresses between ages 4-7

He regresses pretty regularly although he represses it if he’s around anyone else (he’s alone a lot though so it’s usually not to much of an issue) 

Regresses voluntarily as much as he regresses involuntarily 

Blitzo has a complicated relationship with his regression. Part of him thinks that it’s just another thing that will contribute to no one wanting him and no one ever staying around but another part of him finds a lot of joy and healing in his regression and wishes he could explore it more with people he trusts

He has a lot of experience with hiding his own feelings even from himself and even while little he struggles with being open and vulnerable about his feelings. It usually takes some coaxing to make him admit something is bothering him while small and even more to get him to say what it is 

Little Blitzo makes a lot of sounds like hissing, screeching or whining while regressed and will sometimes abandon words in favor of making sounds 

Personality wise, little Blitzo is like a feral kitten that just got adopted. Suspicious and a little frightened of everything but full of rage until the second he’s given a treat or affection and then he melts   

He will go down for a nap but it’s always a battle to get him to go to, and stay in, bed. Why he puts up such a fuss is anyone's guess since he does actually really like getting to sleep 

Yes he enjoys being picked up a lot. He likes to be picked up and thrown around in a playful roughhousing manner. Growing up he, Fizz, and Barbie were constantly pushing each other off of things onto the trapeze nets or play fighting and it’s something he misses 

He will do bath time but he splashes and makes a mess and is very dramatic about getting soap in his eyes the entire time 

He loves to watch cartoons, especially ones that feature horses. He also enjoys playing elaborate pretend games with his toys

Little Blitzo climbs all over everything. He has been found many times on top of dressers, countertops, trees, and one time even on the roof of a building. No one knows how he keeps getting up there  

He has a lot of toys. Impulse purchasing is something he struggles with and Stolas bought him a bunch when he first found out as a show of support (blitzo acted embarrassed about the whole incident but was actually really touched by it) 

Little Blitzo needs clothes he can move around in and hates formal clothing with a burning passion 

He prefers teethers to pacifiers since he has a bit of a biting habit 

For a very long time no one knew about his regression. Blitzo knew about the regression of everyone around him but kept his own a complete secret for years. Finally he is beginning to open up about it and does eventually tell Stolas, Moxxie, Millie and Loona 

In the same way he craves intimacy and is also scared of it he wants a caregiver but also feels very opposed to having one. He wants someone to care about him that way (secretly feels very jealous over how Millie becomes Moxxie's caregiver once she learns he regresses without any hesitation) but he doesn't trust a lot of people to take care of him 

Even after he begins to open up about his regression he prefers to just let others occasionally babysit him rather than have a more permanent caregiver 

He started regressing after the circus fire. 

He can be pretty bratty while little and does try to push people away even when small while somehow also being the clingiest little guy in the entire world

[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

[angelshizuka]

Helluva Boss portraying trauma through age regression my beloved!

[ramona-quinn]

I've been making paper stars lately, and I thought of a Little!Stolas headcanon.

Stolas taught Octavia how to make paper stars way before the events of Mastermind and Sinsmas.

When the owl prince regresses, he likes to create the little stars to help him calm down. Blitzø or Loona sometimes joins in on the fun!

My jar of paper stars so far ^^

[nostalgiclittlespace]

May we see some CG!Blitzø and Little!Stolas please?

This takes place during Sinsmas, and Stolas has regressed super young at Blitzø's apartment after Octavia got angry with him and disowned him (this also takes place before the Sinsmas party).

Boop! Here you go, friend! I had to rewatch the episodes before writing this, but they gave me so many thoughts of hurt/comfort for the two of them. Enjoy! (And yes, Christmasy Sinmasy title despite it being March)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES

Title: Have yourself a merry little Sinmas

Pairing: CG!Blitzø & Little!Stolas

Wordcount: 1205

Description: After confronting Andrealphus and getting disowned by Octavia, Stolas is stressed and regressed—a terrible combination already, but even worse on a holiday! Blitzø does his best to cheer him up with lots of kindness and love (Hurt/comfort)

TW: Mention of being disowned, alcohol is implied once, depression, dissociation

Have Yourself a Merry Little Sinmas

Stolas was obviously depressed.  Not only that, but also very Little.

And who could blame him?  How else were you supposed to react after such traumatizing experiences?  When your own daughter disowned you?

As he wandered around his small kitchen preparing a snack of cereal for the prince, Blitzø couldn’t help but feel guilty for all that had happened.  Especially considering the role he played in Octavia’s decision to boot her father out of her life…I didn’t deserve such a sacrifice in the first place, let alone one that cost him his daughter, he thought miserably, recalling the fateful day when Stolas came to his rescue, stripped of his status, and consequently ruined his life (well, at least for the next 100 years of it)

  Blitzø sighed, shaking the despondent thoughts away.  Guilt could wait and it wouldn’t change anything. He would make things right, eventually at least, but for now all he could do was take care of his boyfriend.  

The prince’s eyes were glazed over, a blank stare overtaking his usually sharp and observant features.  He hadn’t moved from the couch since they returned to the apartment that afternoon.  Furthermore, he did not seem willing to discuss or process his feelings; the tears had dried up on the way home, since replaced by an eerie silence and that empty stare.  Lack of communication and movement combined most likely meant he was in one of his youngest headspaces.

Blitzø stared at him worriedly, pondering the best course of action.  The Sinmas party was only hours away; and while the guests themselves were the least of his worries, leaving Stolas so overwhelmed and surrounded by strangers was concerning.

Should he cancel the party altogether?  Technically it had Stolas’s best interests in mind, but the prince would undoubtedly feel guilty and Loona disappointed, so was it really worth it?  

He could tell Loona to keep the gathering small, limit it to her closest friends, Millie, and Moxie though.  Usually he enjoyed throwing ragers for the holidays, no matter how much he regretted it the next morning thanks to headaches and a trashed apartment, but this seemed like the perfect excuse to tone down the festivities. 

With that resolve, Blitzø sent his daughter a quick text, requesting only a small group of friends to be invited.  That’s done, he thought as Loona replied with a thumbs up.  But what can I do to actually help him feel better?

That answer came a little faster; he had a Sinsmas present already wrapped and hidden in his bedroom.  While Stolas had said he didn’t celebrate the holiday, it didn’t stop Blitzø from wanting to share the festivities and traditions with him, and that included having an excuse to give him a gift.

He sent a quick glance towards Stolas’s still frame, where he still sat unmoving on the couch.  Creeping quietly to not disturb or distress him, Blitzø tiptoed into his bedroom.  He had hidden the little gift box on top of his closet, it’s cheerful paper and sparkling bow promising smiles and happiness to its awaiting recipient.

Blitzø carried it reverently as he returned to the main room of the apartment.  Stolas still had not moved, so he took up the bowl of cereal in his other hand and returned to Stolas’ side.  

“Hey, handsome, got you a snack,” the imp smiled crookedly, holding out the bowl and setting the present on the floor, out of immediate sight.  “You didn’t eat lunch, you must be real hungry by now.”

Stolas didn’t reply; his eyes briefly flickered to Blitzø when he began speaking, but his gaze had since returned to the wall.  Not a great sign, but the caregiver was not deterred.  He took one of Stolas’s feathered hands into his own, giving it a light squeeze.

“Want to play?  Watch some TV?” Blitzø suggested.

Stolas blinked again, slowly processing the options given.  A look of overwhelm crossed his already worn, stressed features, before shrugging, lost.

“How about we put on a movie and have some snuggles?” Blitzø offered, seeing that his Little had no interest in making decisions at the moment.  

TV and close contact was their go to on bad days; when both could relax without the pressure of talking or straining their energy on crawling around the floor to play. 

Agreeing, Stolas nodded.  A bit of the tension in his limbs eased, as Blitzø smiled at him encouragingly.  With a yawn, he curled up and laid his head on his caregiver’s lap.  There he completely deflated, muscles slack and eyelids drooping.  Blitzø himself relaxed, glad his Little was cooperating with his attempted comforts.  

“Alright, buddy,” he grinned softly, running a hand through his already mussed feathers.  

Ordinarily, he might attempt to indoctrinate the Goethals into Spirit or My Little Pony (the magnum opus of the Sinner’s race), but he knew better than introducing something new at such a stressful time.  Stolas had his own favorites and comfort shows; the perfect picking for a day marred by turbulent emotions.

So, the imp reached forward to snatch the remote from the coffee table, careful not to jostle Stolas in the process.  It only took a minute to scroll through his streaming services and find The Owl House.  Unironically, his prince loved it; he would watch it for hours on end, sometimes even choosing it over playtime.  

Blitzø selected the episode that left off the last time they binged the series.  Stolas cooed softly, already seeming calmed by the familiar scene and characters that unfolded on the TV screen.  

“Oh yeah, I’ve got a surprise for you,” Blitzø grinned, picking up the present box from the floor.  “Merry Sinsmas.”

Stolas’s eyes widened, a faint glisten returning to them as he took in the sight of his gift.  He fingers flexed as he reached up for it, grabby hands.  Blitzø breathed a silent sigh of relief as he handed it over; it was another good sign that Stolas was reacting despite his sadness.

With fumbling movements, the prince tore away the wrapping paper and ribbons.  A little light returned to his eyes, which brightened further after he pulled the box open and revealed its contents.  Eagerly, he reached in and pulled out an elaborate paci, decorated with gold glitter and a red heart charm on its center.  Fittingly, the words “My Heart” were beaded onto the handle.

Stolas cooed, an almost smile on his face as he immediately pushed the pacifier into his mouth.  Looking up at Blitzø, seeming so sweet and innocent and cute, the imp couldn’t help smile adoringly down at him.

Stolas didn’t say anything, not that Blitzø expected him to, but his nuzzle against the imp’s stomach, pure enthusiasm, and soft coos showed his gratitude well enough.

“You’re welcome, love,” his caregiver laughed lightly.

Considering everything that had transpired that day, their position was far from perfect.  Already it has been a rough month, and Blitzø was expecting the next one to be even harder.  But for now, he counted his blessings.  He and Stolas were safe and secure, sheltered by each other’s company.  They couldn’t predict the future, but they could make the present as comfortable as possible and enjoy a merry little Sinsmas together.

[redwoodapothecary]

Maybe some Percy Jackson HC’s or Hellva boss

idk

-🍼 anon

Helluva Boss Agere Headcanons!

A/N: This is only part one, and for this part I’m just doing my favorite characters. But I’ll do more characters in separate parts!

Characters: Blitzø, Moxxie, STRIKER!!! (MY FAV 💗💗💗)

BLITZØ-

Flip, with a little lean!! He’s mostly an age regressor, he needs some way to let out all that trauma and stress. His little ages are about 4-6.

He is VERY chaotic when he’s regressed, like even more so than usual. He’ll run around the IMP HQ, jumping on furniture, leaving his toys everywhere, etc.

Moxxie and Millie are his main caregivers, actually! He loves Stolas, even though he’d never admit it, but he doesn’t trust him enough at the moment to tell him something that vulnerable about himself.

When he’s a caregiver, he’s not really a suitable dad caregiver. He’s more like a silly, chaotic older brother or the uncle that’s fresh out of jail.

He likes to spoil littles, he thinks it’s cute when their faces light up and they start giggling.

Thinks it’s super funny to help littles prank their caregivers. He does this even when he himself is regressed too.

Like. Imagine Little!Blitzø hanging out with Moxxie’s and Millie’s little or something. That would be so chaotic pls.

He LOVES coloring, and he hangs his own drawings up himself. He draws horses a lot. He also gives some of the stuff he draws to his friends and caregivers.

MOXXIE-

Controversial opinion, but flip with a cg lean!! He’s responsible enough to be a caregiver, and he wants kids himself one day so this is good practice he thinks. He does regress sometimes in order to relieve some stress.

He does well with littles of all ages, but he finds that baby regressors are surprisingly the easiest! They aren’t hyper and chaotic like a lot of toddler or kid regressors. He just has to feed them, give them attention, make sure their hygiene is good, etc and it’s fine!

He’ll play his guitar and sing little songs! Maybe while Millie dances around and helps tell stories or sings with him or something.

Him and Millie do everything together, which includes taking care of a little, so if you ask Moxxie to be your caregiver, that’s going to include Millie as well.

He’s actually one of the best people to play pretend with, surprisingly enough. Like it takes him a while to get used to it and he’s not too good at making stuff up on the spot, but when he gets into it, he gets INTO IT.

When he’s little, he also still likes to sing and play his guitar.

He reads kids books a lot or those small little science books for kids.

Or books about history for kids.

He is a nerd. And I love that. Me too, Moxxie.

His caregiver is Millie, of course. And he CLINGS to her when he’s regressed, like hardcore clings. Will not let go of her and has to be at least holding her hand at all times.

STRIKER-

Okay I have a feeling this one is gonna be long. He’s my absolute favorite and I love him so so so so so so so so so so much.

I may or may not have the fattest crush on him.

ANYWAYS

Caregiver! He had absolutely no clue what age regression was before you told him about it, and it took him a while for him to warm up to the idea.

Like it took him a fat minute for him to fully process what it is.

He feels bad when he realizes you do it because of trauma, though.

Like…you had a bad childhood??? You were abused??? Do you want him to like…kill your parents for you…?

Cuz he will. You know he will.

You’re like the only person he feels any amount of sympathy for. It may take him awhile to get used to it, but when he does…MAN.

This guy is clingy and overprotective. If he notices you’re slipping at any time throughout the day, you’re immediately being carried or you have to hold his hand TIGHT for the rest of the day. He knows you’re vulnerable, and he knows it’s very dangerous in hell; obviously, it’s hell. And he wants to keep an eye on you at all times.

The first time you called him “dada”, he blushed. Not because of anything weird but because. Wow. You trust him and love him like that? Like…you care about him and see him as your protector? …Woah.

It takes him a bit to get used to parental nicknames, but he likes it nonetheless!

Does pretty much the same with any type of regressors, but because I’m projecting, I’m gonna say he likes the dependency of baby regressors.

He likes being leaned on and trusted and relied on. And when you’re regressed so deep like that, you need help with a lot of things, and he’ll do them for you.

Feels bad because he can’t be around a lot. He’s got an important and demanding job that he’s absolutely not letting a little baby like you witness.

[theogclownboy]

[littlemilliebillie]

loo loo land?! LOO LOO LAND! 🐄♥️🍼

[maisy-the-little-lamb]

Safe and Sound

Plot: One fateful day changes everything for everyone.

TW: Abuse

Listen to these songs while reading this ^^

Co-written with @yourneurodivergentlady

Edited by @ramona-quinn

This takes place during the episode, Mastermind.

Maisy had finished cleaning the mansion (with Stolas and Via's unprompted help) and was watching TV with Stolas. The Goetia was flipping through the channels when he stumbled upon a trial that was happening live at the Court of Seven Sins.

Stolas and Maisy were horrified that Blitzø and the I.M.P. were there, and the boss was about to be executed.

"Oh, my Lucifer! What are they doing?!" Stolas gasped as he quickly dashed out of the room and created a portal, transporting to the court.

Maisy tried their hardest not to panic. They didn't want Blitzø to die. He was her second caregiver.

Blitzø would sometimes watch over her when they regressed and whenever Stolas was busy with royal duties or the palace greenhouse. The imp loved Maisy to bits! To him, she was like a second daughter to him whenever it was tiny.

However, when Stolas and Blitzø had a huge fight one night, Maisy hadn't seen the imp ever since.

Now, the sheep was watching Blitzø about to be beheaded on live television... all just for doing his job...

Maisy then began to worry for Stolas. Maybe he could reason with Satan not to kill Blitzø? What if Satan doesn't listen? What if he orders for both Blitzø and Stolas to be executed?

Octavia had come into the room to check on Maisy. Though she didn’t it admit out loud, she had come to care for the sheep. They were like a sibling to her.

Maisy ran up to Via and hugged her legs tight. They needed to be a big sheep, even with all of the chaos going on.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Octavia asked.

The teenage Goetia had turned to see Stolas appear in the courtroom and save Blitzø from having his neck chopped off by the reaper. The prince confessed that he gave the grimoire to Blitzø. He was then thrown to the chopping block while Blitzø (who was begging him not to go through with his punishment) and I.M.P. free.

“No…” Octavia gasped in disbelief, turning to run out of the room.

Maisy just stood there, frozen in terror. She was about to lose Stolas... her caregiver... the one who helped them cope with the abuse it suffered from his ex-wife.

"No, no-no-no..." Maisy thought to herself as she turned and saw Stella hugging a sobbing Octavia. The mother had an evil grin on her face.

Maisy immediately sprinted to their room and slammed the door behind her. The sheep began hyperventilating as tears threatened to pour down their eyes.

This all couldn't be happening...

Why couldn't this all be a bad dream that Maisy could wake up from?

Octavia had gotten past her mother and hurried after Maisy. She was worried about the little sheep. Coming to a stop outside their bedroom, Via knocked.

“Maisy, are you alright?”

Maisy couldn't take it anymore, no matter hard they've tried to keep things under control. The sheep immediately felt their headspace drop. They began crying while Octavia quietly opened the door and shut it behind her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay...” Via soothed as she hugged Maisy. The princess patted their back. She had seen her dad care for Maisy before, so she knew the techniques he would use.

“Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Maisy hiccuped and whined and nodded their head.

So, Via picked Maisy up and settled them on her hip. If it wasn't for their small height and weight, this probably wouldn’t be possible. Via was gravely concerned about her dad, too, but she needed to stay strong for Maisy.

All of a sudden, there was a banging sound at the door. Stella swung the door open, causing Maisy to panic.

"What is all of this?" Stella asked angrily.

“Maisy was just upset, and I was comforting them,” Via answered as she held the little sheep protectively.

"Well, she needs to stop it and get over it. I don't know why you're picking your servant up and holding her like a fucking baby."

"Maisy's not a servant; they're my friend!"

Stella looked around Maisy's room and sneered in disgust.

"Are you fucking three or something? Why do you have all of this shit?" Stella questioned Maisy as she picked up a nearby box and opened it, revealing a good amount of pacifiers. "Do you seriously use these things? You really are a baby, aren't you?"

Maisy's face turned red and was on the verge of crying again.

"What? Are you gonna cwy because I huwt your feewings?" Stella taunted. "Do you need a paci so you'll feel all better?"

“Mum, stop! They're not hurting anyone with this stuff! They’re young at heart, and there's nothing wrong with that,” Octavia replied again. She hoped she wasn't doing her friend a disservice.

"That little scoundrel is 20 years old, for fuck’s sake! She should be acting her age!"

"They do act their age, Mum! They clean the palace under your fucking demands! They have put up with you being so horrible to them, making them do difficult chores even though she's the same height as a literal toddler! You don't even give her a thank you in return, so piss off!"

Via tried to move away from her mother in hopes that it would help Maisy. However, Stella stopped her and snatched the sheep out of her arms.

"I think now that Stolas is gone, I think there needs to be some major changes around here, starting with getting rid of this fucking brat,” Stella smirked as she began to take Maisy out of the palace. "You are a baby, after all. You're basically too young for such a big girl job."

Maisy pleaded with Stella, but to no avail. She opened the doors, stormed down the steps, and threw them out until they landed at the entrance gates.

"Go anywhere that’s not here. I don’t give a fuck if you’re in a box on the street. You and Stolas are nothing but goddamn burdens to the Goetias."

With that, Stella returned to the palace and slammed the doors shut.

Maisy felt like it was going to cry again. They had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to.

Unless...

Blitzø was still alive! He'd know what to do, wouldn't he? He and Loona had an apartment.

Maisy began scouring her pockets for her phone. Thank Satan she had it in her apron pocket, and it wasn't completely dead.

The sheep dialed Blitzø's number.

------

Blitzø had just led Stolas in his apartment when his phone began to ring. Picking it up, he saw that it was Maisy calling, and he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Baa, baa ('m need help...)," Maisy replied. "Baa-baa, baa ("S'ella th'ew me out...")…”

His eyes widened. Leave it to that bitch to throw a defenseless being out of the palace.

“I’ll be right there,” he promised, glancing back at Stolas.

The Goetia was staring off into space, still scarred from his punishment from Satan and the fact that he would never see Octavia for a century.

"Hey, Loonie? Can you keep an eye on Stols while I'm gone? I gotta get Maisy from his place," Blitzø requested.

The hellhound nodded. "Sure, Dad."

Blitzø left the apartment to go pick up Maisy.

------

Maisy sat at the entrance gates of Stolas' former mansion. They hiccuped as she wiped her tears away. They were told by Blitzø to stay where she was. She soon saw the I.M.P. van drive around the corner.

Blitzø stepped out of the van immediately. “Hey, kiddo. You okay?”

The imp came over to them and crouched down. Maisy immediately hugged him as tight as they could.

"Baa ("'m thought I never see you again.")," the sheep sniffled. "Baa-baa, baa-baa-baa ("Mr. Mama's gone, and S'ella kicked me out, and I can't see Via an'more...")."

Blitzø hugged Maisy back, gently rubbing their head.

“I know, I know. It’ll be okay. Mr. Mommy's at my apartment,” Blitzø said.

Maisy's eyes widened.

"Baa ("Mr. Mommy's okay?")?"

“Yeah, he’s fine. Let's get you out of here."

The imp scooped Maisy up and carried her to the van. He placed them in a car seat that he had for whenever she came over to his place.

He brought them back to his apartment. As they were driving, Maisy got a text from Via.

Are you doing okay?

Maisy texted back.

'm okay. Bubba Bitz's tak me to his pace.

That’s good. I love you so much and I'm glad you're safe 🩷

Lov you too 💜

Mommy's okay too

He's not dead after all. He's at Bubba's pace.

I get Mommy to call you so you can say hi :)

That’s great, Maisy. I hope I see you again soon! :)

The van stopped at a red light. Blitzø grabbed his phone and started texting Loona.

Everething ok at home?

Yeah. Stolas hasn't budged. Poor guy must be really broken.

I went on ahead and DoorDashed a few things for Maisy. Should be here soon.

Thanx honey :)

I'll be rit there soon

------

Blitzø and Maisy arrived at the apartment. When they got inside, the sheep ran over to Stolas and gave him a huge hug, overjoyed that he was alive and well. When she looked up, however, Stolas didn't even move. She also saw that he was covered in food and garbage.

“He’s not very too well right now, Mais…” Blitzø told her. “Why don’t we start gettin’ you ready for bed? Did you have dinner yet?”

Maisy shook her head.

"I can fix them something if you want, Dad," Loona offered.

Blitzø nodded. “If you can do that while I get Stolas' bath ready, I’d appreciate it. Thanks again for DoorDashing stuff for Maisy while I was out.”

The imp took Stolas to the bathroom.

"Whatcha in the mood for, kid?" the hellhound asked.

Maisy looked down at the floor and twiddled their hooves, unsure of what they wanted.

"I can make a grilled cheese if you want. Dad told me you like those."

The sheep nodded.

"Alright, I gotta get some clothes for your mommy to wear first and I'll fix you some grub."

Loona walked into her room while Maisy looked at the bathroom door, worried about the state of Stolas.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Blitzø had settled Stolas into the tub and was cleaning him up.

"Here we go, here we go," Blitzø said comfortingly. "Here you are; some nice agua."

Loona knocked on the door and Blitzø opened it. She offered him a fresh pair of pajamas for Stolas to wear. After Blitzø took the clothes with a grateful expression on his face, Loona headed over to the kitchen and began making a grilled cheese with some yogurt-covered raisins on the side for Maisy.

Blitzø walked out of the bathroom a few seconds later and saw Maisy struggling to climb on the couch.

"Need help, kiddo?" the imp asked.

Maisy nodded. Blitzø lifted them onto the couch.

"Baa ("Will Mr. Mommy get better?")?" Maisy asked.

"Of course he will," Blitzø assured them as he placed her on his lap.

"Baa-baa? Baa ("Why was he covered in food? Why is he sta'ing here?")?"

The imp sighed sadly. He wished he didn't have to tell the truth about what happened, but he knew that he shouldn't lie.

"Your mama was banished by Satan for a long time, sweetie. It means he can't be a prince for a while. He had food all over him because some people weren't being very nice to him after the trial."

"Baa?! Baa-baa! Baa ("Why?! Mr. Mommy's the nicest Mommy ever! He even saved you!")!"

"Not everyone likes him, Maisy," Blitzø said as he ran a hand over her ears. "That's sadly part of life. What matters now is that you and him are safe."

Loona came over to the living room with Maisy's dinner.

"Baa ("T'anks, Loona.")," Maisy thanked.

"No problem, kid," Loona smiled softly as she gently ruffled Maisy's hair and walked to her room.

While the sheep ate, Blitzø looked through his phone and saw the news about he and his team survived the trial. There was even some people texting him about wanting to work at I.M.P.

Stolas came out of the bathroom with the pajamas Loona provided. Blitzø helped Maisy climb off the couch so Stolas could lay there.

"Thank you, Blitzø," Stolas said once he laid on the couch.

"Thank you, Stolas... thank you for saving my life," Blitzø replied as he covered the Goetia with a blanket.

"Always."

Blitzø looked down at Maisy, who was almost finished eating. He then looked out the window. He was about to say something to Stolas until he saw that he was fast asleep. The imp smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

There was a knock at the door. Blitzø opened it and saw the supplies Loona ordered.

"Baa ("Wha's t'at?")?" Maisy asked as she saw Blitzø carry the stuff inside.

"Just some necessities for little you," he said.

"Baa ("Why?")?"

"Mine and Loona's clothes are too big for you."

As Blitzø pulled out the supplies from the bags, Maisy's mind began to replay what Stella told her a few hours ago.

"Are you fucking three or something? Why do you have all of this shit?"

"That little scoundrel is 20 years old, for fuck’s sake! She should be acting her age!"

Maisy felt her hoof being gently picked up and held in someone's hand. They looked up and saw that Blitzø had a concerned look on his face.

"Is everything okay?" Blitzø asked.

Maisy nodded in denial.

"I won't get angry with you. You can tell me what's going on, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

Maisy looked down at the ground and muttered, "Baa-baa? Baa-baa-baa ("Am I dumb for bein' little? Am I dumb for nee'ing this stuff?")?"

"No, baby. Whoever told you that is out of their mind," Blitzø said.

"Baa-baa-baa ("S'ella tol' me t'at stuff... she said I'm a bur'en...")..."

The imp wrapped his arms around Maisy and comfortingly rubbed their back.

"You are not a burden. You're not stupid for needing this stuff. Stella shouldn't have said those hurtful things about you. She's just stubborn to the nth degree. You're always gonna be safe here to regress. Your regression isn't hurting anyone at all. You're always gonna be Stolas' baby. You're always gonna be loved by him, me, and Loonie. And you're definitely gonna be loved by Mills and Mox whenever you want to meet them. Let me tell you, Mills absolutely loves babies!"

Blitzø planted a kiss on Maisy's forehead. The conversation made the sheep feel a little better.

"Come on, let's get you ready for bed."

Blitzø grabbed a Pull-Up and the pair of flower-patterned pajamas out of the bag. He also grabbed the pink toothbrush from there and carried Maisy to the bathroom.

The imp started the tub and got Maisy undressed. After confirming that the tub water was perfectly warm, he grabbed some bubble bath soap and mixed it in. He placed Maisy in the tub.

Blitzø then grabbed a horse-shaped sponge, some shampoo and conditioner, and some rubber horse ducks. Maisy tilted their head as he gently dropped the duckies into the water.

"Baa ("Why are the ducks horses?")?" Maisy questioned curiously as the imp poured in some bubble bath and mixed it in the water.

"They’re horse ducks. They're half-horse, half-duck," Blitzø replied.

"Baa ("T'at's silly.")."

"It is silly, isn’t it? Can you count how many horse duckies there are?"

Maisy counted four ducks.

"That's correct!" Blitzø praised as he began washing Maisy. "You're so smart!"

Once Maisy was clean, Blitzø dried them off with a fluffy pink towel and dressed her in pajamas. As he was brushing Maisy's teeth, he noticed that her eyes were fluttering sleepily and she was dozing off.

"I think someone's getting tired," Blitzø cooed as he rinsed the sheep's mouth out.

Maisy looked up at him and nodded while rubbing their eyes.

"Why don’t you go potty real quick, and you can go night-night?"

Maisy nodded as Blitzø installed the toilet cushion to the seat and walked out of the bathroom. He gently closed the door so she could use the toilet.

Once Maisy did her business and washed her hooves, they let Blitzø carry her to the couch and lay them on top of Stolas' chest.

"Baa ("T'an' you, Bubba.")," Maisy yawned.

"No problem," Blitzø said as he played with Maisy's hair. "You can thank Loona in the morning. She ordered the stuff for you."

Maisy nodded their head as Blitzø pulled a pacifier out of the DoorDash bag.

"You want a paci?" the imp offered.

Maisy was about to say yes until Stella's voice began ringing in their head again.

"Do you seriously use these things? You really are a baby, aren't you?"

The sheep shook their head and snuggled against Stolas' chest.

"That's okay. You don't have to use it if you don't want to," Blitzø reassured as he set the pacifier off to the side and covered Maisy up with an extra blanket.

The imp started to gently rub Maisy's back to lull them to sleep. He knew that there was an extra mile on the long road of healing not just for Stolas but also for the little lamb.

Within a few minutes, Maisy fell asleep. Blitzø kissed their forehead and plopped down on the beanbag chair in the corner of the room. He gazed out the window, watching as fireworks lit up the sky in jubilation of his and the I.M.P.'s survival.

Everything will be okay in the end, Blitzø just knew it.

Taglist: @nottapossum, @shhtickerbook, @satansagereranch, @nostalgiclittlespace, @mama-angel-dust, @yourneurodivergentlady, @small-duckie, @ask-princess-rory

[angelicdemon22]

Edgy teen regressor Blitzø icons

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Where I got some of the pngs others were from picsart.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Safety and Security

Fandom: Helluva Boss Summary: After they get free from their kidnappers and the fire, Fizz offers Blitz a ride back up to Lust so that it's easier for him to catch an elevator home. On the way there, Blitz starts acting in a way that's strangely familiar and Fizz feels the need to investigate. Warnings: Age regression, Alternate Universe: Littles Are Known, mentions of sexual trauma, mentions of rape, and implied child abuse Word Count: 3,967 Ship(s): Blitzo Buckzo & FizzaRolli

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The first thing that Fizz noticed on their ride back to Lust was that Blitz wasn’t nearly as shaken up as he was. He knee that his friend worked as an assassin, traveling between the human world and Hell for money, but they had just been kidnapped and held hostage. On top of that, they had to relive something very close to the trauma that had separated them from each other in the first place. 

Fizz could still see the green flames dancing around him and feel the way that his arm refused to react to what he was asking them to do. It reminded him so much of when he had been enjoying his birthday with his friends and family, only to realize that everything he loved and cared about was literally burning down around him. Just the memory of it and the fact that his left prosthetic was not functioning made him feel like he was trapped in that hospital bed again. At least when he needed a break from his limbs and hearing aides he knew that he had a way to put them back on thanks to Ozzie and Bel’s genius working together. Back then, he had to scream and wail for anyone to hear him in that giant Greed hospital for a nurse to come and do basically anything for him. 

“Blitz?” Fizz asked. His voice was scratchier than normal thanks to the layer of smoke inhalation now hanging around it, but he was able to get the words out clearly enough that they didn’t sound garbled. “Do you want to come back to my place so that the two of us can talk? I get it if you don’t, we were both pretty horrible to each other over the years and went through something pretty serious tonight.”

“Was normal,” Blitz said. He was staring straight ahead, around the headrest and through the windshield. His hands were grasping the seatbelt that had stretched over his chest as hard as he could, enough that his knuckles had turned gray from the blood. 

“Blitz? Are you okay?” Fizz asked as he reached his hand over to touch his friend. It was strange to think of them in that way when they had done nothing but hate each other for years and years. Still, Blitz had saved his life from that fire and the kidnapping that he had accidentally caused. If he hadn’t been such a cocky shit and just done what he promised Ozzie he was going to do, then he never would have drawn attention to the two of them by getting into a fight in the middle of the sidewalk. Fizz had caused the accident to happen by being arrogant and Blitz had been there to save him despite all the history that the two of them shared, a fair bit of it serving as a good example why Blitz would do exactly the opposite of what he had done.

The moment that Fizz’s hand dropped down onto Blitz’s shoulder, the other imp flinched and then curled in on himself. “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled. “Trying to get better, give a second.”

Fizz felt his heart beat pick up in his chest as something that he had buried in the back of his mind sprang back to life. He and Blitz had been seventeen when the fire happened, too young to leave the circus and make their own way in the world away from Cash but old enough to have taken the Imp Classification Test. They had both taken the first one required by Hell Law when they were fifteen, but Fizz had entirely put Blitz’s classification out of his mind because the other imp had also refused to acknowledge it in any way. Now it all came crashing back to him and he clearly remembered the large red ‘L’ marking the top of the page.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and then slid into the middle seat before he put that one on. He had already gotten in one accident that robbed him of some mobility and hearing, he didn’t need another one stealing his skin or giving him brain damage. He placed his working arm around Blitz and then asked, “Blitz, are you little?” he made sure that his voice was gentle and reassuring as he asked, he didn’t want to scare the other imp off.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “The last time I was little it was so bad. I should be a man, I shouldn’t have a fucking littlespace anyway.”

“That’s Cash talking and we both know that most of his words were just alcohol on the way back up,” Fizz said. “There’s nothing wrong with being little, middle, or big. You’re just doing what your brain needs to function. It’s like saying that you’re not man for sleeping every night or drinking water.”

“I had an ex tell me that once,” Blitz forced a smile onto his face.

“What? That you weren’t man because you slept every night and drank water?” Fizz asked. He was beginning to question the company that his ex-best friend had kept in the time that they were apart from each other. Blitz gave a morose little nod and then shuddered. His skin was beginning to look a bit tacky and pale, something that Fizz had seen in some of his fellow performers when they had put off their headspace for too long.

It was commonly believed that headspaces were forbidden in Lust, but they were simply just respected more. Most of the beings in Hell that were born there, unless they were part sinner or entirely sinner, had a headspace of some kind. Concubi could have a subspace or a domspace if the way that they fueled their magic had to do with sex, but most didn’t. Concubi were believed to be purely sexual beings by the humans because those were the agents that went up to earth, but they really just fed off attention and emotion from others. If there was a concubus who had a littlespace or a caregiver headspace, then they were treated just as reverently and respectfully as the ones who had something sexual going on. The ranks of the court had to deal with things other than the headspaces that people used to take care of their minds and process the stressors of life.

Due to the headspaces being something that existed and were treated well in Hell, quite a few of the people that Fizz worked with and for had them and didn’t know what to do with them. Unfortunately, even though Lust respected headspaces education still rang along class lines and many of the people that ended up doing sex work didn’t know how to properly take care of themselves or didn’t have the money for a hyperclassification test that would give them the information that they needed to be at their healthiest. Fizz had gotten pretty good at identifying when they needed a bit of extra time down in their headspace or to skip out on the show that night.

Blitz was displaying all of them, which made anxiety sit low in his stomach. “Blitz, I want you to stop fighting it and just let it happen. Something really scary just happened to you and even though you deal with that every day in your job, it’s still going to require some headspace time to help you process it. We may not have gotten along due to some stupid miscommunication that Mammon and Cash played out, but I promise I’m a safe person for you to regress around,” Fizz said. He wasn’t sure that he truly believed what he was saying because he didn’t feel very able to help Blitz in that moment, but he wanted to do it more than anything. 

He had been given a caregiver classification, which hadn’t helped with the divide that Cash had drawn between the two of them. When they had gotten their classifications, he had assumed that he would become Blitz’s caregiver and they would register themselves officially when they were adults. Instead, he had only ever seen Blitz down in his headspace when Tilla was feeling well enough to fight with Cash about it. She had taken care of him and refused to let anyone near he baby, which made sense given the kind of shit that Blitz had to put up with when she wasn’t around. He had forgotten about it when he was recovering from the fire, but now it was all coming flooding back to him.

“Safe?” Blitz asked. His voice sounded so small and scared, it made Fizz’s heart break in his chest. He’d had littles before, Ozzie had quite a few partners that he worked with a myriad of different ways, but none of them had ever felt quite the way that Blitz did. His heart was overflowing with love and care, which meant that it almost physically hurt him to know that someone had damaged Blitz badly enough that he felt like he had to fight his headspace instead of just giving into it.

“Safe,” Fizz nodded. He rubbed Blitz’s back with his working hand and then brought the other imp closer so that he was cleaning into Fizz. “You remember when we were little and I took care of you every single time you got hurt? I’m doing that now, but the hurt is in here instead of out there,” he explained. He tapped Blitz’s chest and then his knees. Blitz had been the kind of kid that was always running around and flinging himself off of things so he got injured pretty often.

“Yeah, safe with Fizz,” Blitz giggled as he kicked his leg. He had always done that, even though that wasn’t how reflexes worked.

Fizz smiled and kissed the top of his head, right where his horns met his skull. “Do you want to come back to my house or is there someone that usually takes care of you when you’re small like this?”

“I take care myself! In-de-pen-dant!” Blitz said as he jammed his finger into his chest.

“Do you want to be independent from Fizzy?” he asked, tickling at his sides. Blitz squealed and shook his head as he tried to defend himself from the offending fingers. When Fizz let up, he remained with his head leaned back against the door and a bright smile on his face. “You wanna go home and take care of yourself like you always do?”

“No! Wanna stay with Fizzy. Safe,” Blitz reiterated. He sat up in his chair and then leaned the other direction so that his head was once again on his friend’s shoulder. “Can stay with Fizzy?”

“Course you can,” Fizz replied. “You’re safe with me. We’re going to go back to my house and we’re going to have a really nice playdate together. Do you want me to call anyone and let them know where you’re going?”

It hurt to realize just how much of Blitz’s life he had missed when they were apart from each other. He knew why he had cut the other imp from his life so entirely, but that just made his anger for his boss and ex-mentor increase. He had been fed up with Mammon for a while now because he had been taking the business in another direction that Fizz didn’t really enjoy. He did a lot less shows and a lot more commercials and boring as fuck business meetings. He was glad that he had this to focus on now, though.

Blitz thought about it for a moment, knocking his horns into the back of the seat where he had hooked them over the headrest. “I don’t think so. Loonie doesn’t care,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Is she your daughter?” Fizz asked carefully. He knew that sometimes when children were brought up around littles, especially their own children, it forced them out of their headspaces entirely.

“Uh huh. Adopted her from the pound, but she just yells at me,” Blitz frowned.

“Why does she yell at you?” Fizz pouted along with him. It was easier to get him to open up and talk about the way that he was feeling when the emotions he was feeling were mirrored on someone else.

“I touch her too much and tell her I love her too much,” Blitz shrugged. Fizz was able to tell that he was pulling out of his headspace and that was absolutely not what he had wanted.

“You can hug me and tell me that you love me as much as you want, little one,” he cooed. “Do you want to play when we get home or do you want to watch a show?”

It was easy to see the way that Blitz was dropping back down into his headspace, which filled Fizz with relief. He hadn’t taken care of a little entirely on his own in a long time, so he had been kind of worried that he was going to ruin everything with his inexperience. “I think I wanna play! Do you have horsie toys?” Blitz then gasped and his eyes shone with excitement, though Fizz noticed that one of them didn’t dilate or move as quickly as the other one did. He wondered how much his friend had been damaged from the fire and if he had been alone, in his headspace to deal with the trauma of that event. The only thing that he could do now was help him heal from this point onward, like it was a spit in the face to Cash for trying to keep them apart.

“Can you make Banana Pudding again! Or Worm Horse?” Blitz asked as he bounced up and down in his seat.

“You always made Worm Horse better than I did. Do you want to try and make balloon animals when we get back?” Fizz asked. He knew that he had some in his pocket, but he wasn’t sure that they were going to be usable after the heat of the fire that had almost consumed him.

“I think so,” Blitz nodded. He sat back in his seat and hummed to himself for the rest of the drive. He kicked his feet against the seat that he was in and the one in front of him while his fingers drew little designs on the window. 

Using the distraction, Fizz snagged the burner phone from under the car that was driving them back to Lust. It was something that Ozzie had in all of their cars, just in case something like this was to happen to either one of them. He was able to text his partner to let him know that he had been kidnapped, but Blitz had saved him. Ozzie was very happy that he was okay and explained that Stolas had been arguing with the lawyer that the kidnappers had sent the entire time, though he had just wanted to burn the entire place down to the ground. Fizz said that he should have with a dozen hearts at the end of the message. He then had to tell the Sin that while they were in the car, Blitz had regressed and now Fizz was bringing him back to the palace so that he could care for him. Ozzie seemed to understand, but Fizz was still worried that the Sin was actually upset with him.

His worries were destroyed as soon as they arrived at the palace. He had taken Blitz’s hand and helped him out of the car so that they would walk up the high steps and into the foyer, away from the elements of the ring outside. Ozzie was waiting there with a massive smile on his face, “Welcome to my home, little one.”

“Why do you guys keep calling me that?” Blitz asked. It seemed like his age had finally settled out when they were in the car and he was now stuck around five or six. It meant that his words were a bit clearer and his sentences were structured far better, but he still had the cute little lisp that he had when they were actually aroaund that age.

“Little one? Because you’re small and cute. It’s what regressed people get called,” Fizz answered gently. “Do you not like it?”

“No, the mean bird man calls me that when he forces me out of my headspace. Don’t like being forced out of my headspace, it’s comfy in there,” Blitz pouted. He reached out and took Fizz’s hand, the one that wasn’t non-functional, and then leaned into his caregiver’s side.

“We need t ohave a conversation about Stolas and Blitz’s relationship after he’s down for a nap or playing by himself, Froggy,” Ozzie said, his voice still chipper and light. Fizz knew that there was something deeper going on behind that statement, though.

“Come on, Blitz. Let’s go get my arm fixed and then we can start playing!” he chirped.

The trio made their way into the exclusive elevator that went up to the penthouse apartment where Ozzie lived. Unlike the Morningstar Palace in Pride, the Lust castle was styled as a giant skyscraper with business and servant quarters down below the place where Ozzie lived on his own. It allowed him to have more privacy while still maintaing the staff and court presence that he was supposed to have as the ruler of a ring. They rode the elevator up to the penthouse and then stepped inside before the doors had a chance to close again.

Blitz tilted his head up and gasped as he looked at everything. “Woah!” he shouted as he rushed over to the window so that he could look at all the shimmering lights of the city below. 

“You like what you see?” Fizz asked. He sat down on the couch and kept his eyes on the little as Ozzie undid the latches on the prosthetic and removed it. He left with the item and came back with a new one a couple of minutes later.

“Yeah! This is so cool,” Blitz said. “You can see everything from here! Woah, look at that,” he pointed his fingers towards one of the taller skyscrapers.

“I know, isn’t that one so pretty? Sometimes the colors change and you can actually watch it go from the bottom up to the top,” Fizz said. It was nice to have a bigger distraction than a single conversation with Ozzie while work was being done on his prosthetics. He knew that his partner did as much as he could to help him with the process, but there was only so much that he could do while he was also attaching the limb that Fizz needed to work and live.

“Do you think that we’re going to see that tonight?” Blitz asked.

“I think we might,” Fizz nodded. The limb snapped into place and he rose from the couch. “Do you think that you could sit with Ozzie for a while so I can go change and find you some little clothes to play in?”

“I don’t need little clothes,” Blitz said. His hands were squeezing the edges of his shirt with both of his hansd while he continued to stare out at the city out of the window. It was something that he had done while they were growing up whenever he refused something he wanted because he knew it was for the best. Fizz hated that they had grown up in the type of situation that had required that out of him, but he was happy that he was finally in the place where he could undo some of those issues.

“But do you want them? I already have them here so I can just bring them out and you can wear them while we play. It’s not like I’m buying anything for you so you don’t have to feel guilty,” Fizz explained.

Blitz thought about it for a moment before he gave his head a firm nod. “Yes, please, Rolly-Polly,” he said.

The nickname made Fizz smile so wide that the burn scars around his hairline ached. It was nice to know that they were already returning back to where they had been before Cash had decided that he was going to break them apart. Fizz was sure that the bastard had been getting a cut of the money he made Mammon, otherwise he would have continued to drive his son away simply by guilting him so that he could extort Blitz further. Blitz didn’t like Mammon so if the two of them would have been permitted to be together then Fizz never would have agreed to work for him in the first place.

He walked off while listening to Ozzie ask the little questions about the way that he liked to play and the kinds of things that he liked. Fizz changed out of the outfit that smelled of smoke and the dingy room that they had been held in. He washed his body off with a damp cloth as quickly as he could before he dressed in something comfortable to hang out in. He set out a couple of outfits on the guest room sofa and then called Blitz and Ozzie to come for him.

When the little arrived in the door, his eyes widened with excitement. He walked over to the outfits and examined them closely before he picked the one in the middle that Fizz had expected him to go for. It was a blue dungaree set with a white and orange stripped shirt underenath, something very reminiscent of what the cowboys on earth would wear but for a little. “Do you need help putting it on or do you think that you can do it yourself?” he asked carefully.

Blitz thought about it before he said, “I’m a big boy! I can do it on my own!”

“Okay, you can call me if you need any help and we’ll come right back for you,” Fizz promised. He and Ozzie stepped out into the hallway so that Blitz had the privacy that he needed to change. The two of them had a quiet conversation about what Stolas had come to ask Ozzie about and the fact that he shouldn’t be trusted around the little until they got confirmation that he wasn’t being sexual with someone down in their headspace. The Goetia had been known to reject those headspaces and pretend as though they didn’t exist as a way to keep their women specifically in place, so it was possible he had been doing horrific things to their little. Fizz knew that had contributed to why Blitz had absolutely refused to go down into his headspace when they were in the car until Blitz had reassured him over and over again that he would be safe.

The door opened five minutes later with the little revealing himself. His old clothes were laying in a pile on the floor of the guest room and the straps for the overalls were crossed the wrong direction.

“You look just like a real cowboy in training!” Fizz informed him as he naturally undid the clips and then swapped them to where they belonged. “Do you want to come play with me in the living room?” 

“Yeah! Worm Horse!” Blitz said as he ran down the hallway back to the living room. Fizz smiled after them and felt his heart swell adoringly in his chest. He hadn’t had a little of his own in his entire life, but he was beginning to think that was because the Saints of Hell had been waiting to bring him and Blitz back together. He had expected to be Blitz’s caregiver when they were classified but hadn’t been, not until that moment.

[fandom-nursery]

I believe in a regressor Blitz who knows about the regression of everyone around him but keeps his own regression completely secret

[yourlocalmoon]

could u do caregiver blitzo (from helluva boss) headcannons? ^^

Caregiver Blitzo Hcs

Warnings: Mentions of swearing and implied swearing, by that I mean I censor the two swears in here.

Notes: .... :3 HOPE YOU ENJOY❗❗I'm still sick rip, but tried to make these as good as possible <3

- Blitzo is a dad caregiver, so he ofcourse makes loona your big sister <3 So yes, family nights do happen. and he will burst into happy tears if you call him or loona any abbreviation of family- (Call him dada, papa, or just dad and he'll actually explode.)

- Blitzo is an overprotective caregiver, he takes his role as your caregiver very seriously and practically starts barking at people who look at you the wrong way. He's not afraid to get in a fist fight if anyone says anything against your regression.

- When he hugs you, his tail wraps around you to make you two feel closer <3 His tail will either wrap around your waist/tummy or it'll wrap around your wrist, on that note when you two are going out he usually has his tail wrapped around your wrist to keep track of you (Basically his own version of a child leash-)

- Probably gives you a nickname where he just takes your name and adds a y to the end, also calls you his baby 24/7 !!

- Does hold onto everything incase you regress suddenly, Blitzo isn't embarrassed by carrying around your stuff animal or your paci if you want it !! You regress and he's pulling items out of his jacket like a magician. "okay take your paci and your stuffie and your bottle- wait no, fu*k, I need the bottle to feed you, take your other stuffie-"

- Gets jealous easily, will never leave you to be babysat and will actually explode if someone takes care of you for more then two seconds. They picked you up? Blitzo is tweaking out, he's the only one allowed to pick you up! "PUT MY BABY DOWN YOU MOTHERFUC-"

- Constantly praising you for being the cutest and littlest baby ever, practically is a grandma with how much he squeezes and pinches your cheeks. If anyone wants to know where he is, he's probably cooing at you.

- Blitzo will watch kid movies with you, like Disney movies, however will criticize them. Has a thing against Cinderella for some reason??- but he loves it, especially when you sit on his lap as you two are on the couch together. Totally lets you play with his tail absentmindedly

- I don't think Blitzo is absolutely amazing at cooking as he never really bothered to learn, but he can make simple things. Usually just buys you dino nuggets and some other stuff and calls it a day, but he does make cute little scenes with the food- Like a dino on the beach using mashed potatoes. Probably somehow gets really mushy with it, I mean like makes ketchup hearts.

- When you're younger however, he's the absolute gentlest. Has a gentle grip on your bottle and your head as he tilts it back to feed you, probably even spoils you with strawberry milk sometimes. Also when he buys you baby food, he does infact try some- he swears it was to encourage you! (Also he was curious but- hey don't giggle at him!)

- If you can't tell, Blitzo takes every chance to tell you he loves you and he always, always means it. He loves taking care of you, and has no shame in your regression like mentioned before. He will brag about you being the cutest baby though, gives children dirty looks still. "..Not as cute as my baby."

- This also means you have him wrapped around your finger, You want that thing?? He's bought two and they are in your favorite colors. You can get away with breaking rules- although Blitzo isn't a strict caregiver so there's not alot of rules to break, minus bedtime.. But he won't punish you, he'll probably just make you sleepy by cuddling or warm milk- or sleepy time music as he calls it.

- Blitzo doesn't stop swearing around you, however he doesn't make any lewd jokes and he will fight anyone who does around you. Gets all dramatic and everything, covers your ears and looks at them with an absolute shocked look. A hypocrite when he comes to you.. "How dare you say that around my baby! They are too young for this-"

- Will not let you ignore your regression. Oh you are too busy? With what? Oh with your work- he's finished it. Oh you are stressing- all the more reason to regress! And yes he will gently trick you into regressing if absolutely necessary. Although he isn't the best at doing it secretly, especially when he tries to half-baby you but.. Ohmygoodnessyouaresoadorable so he ends up just babying you-

- Totally the type of caregiver to sit on the edge of your bed and read you a story, probably even gets you those lights that spin around the room and show cool shapes to help you sleep. However if you can't sleep, he'll totally stay up and cuddle with you <3 Snuggles right into your bed, pulls the blankets over you two and gently rubs your back as he waits for you to fall asleep.

But he ends up falling asleep with you, he feels so much more better knowing his baby is in his arms and safe.

[ramona-quinn]

I'm thinking of doing a Helluva Boss agere fic. The plot takes place right after Loona is adopted by Blitzø.

Loona didn't have a good childhood, always being placed in foster home after foster home. She was destined to be "removed" from the adoption center when she turned 18. However, an imp named Blitzø comes to her rescue and adopts her. What he doesn't know is that Loona has adopted a coping mechanism that she has kept secret over the years until now.

[tak3nx4w4y]

again back to carry little hellaverse ...

heres an outfit board for blitz as an age regressor

[baby-mushy]

any hb characters you hc as regressors? :3

Ooooo :D

Definitely Blitzø

I think he's permaregressed [≈13] & a trauma regressor - probably hella insecure of his age regression and hides in his office everytime it happens

Fizzarolli is another permaregressed [≈13] & trauma regressor - though he's more of a hyper little kid at a theme park when he regresses

...unfortunately I doubt Mammon would let him take a break when he regresses :(

I think Stolas aswell? He's def baby regressor <3

He just needs a bottle and blankie

Satan's a teen regressor :3

...nothing else really-

Belphegor - she's just a sleepy baby :3

Vortex - He's Beelzebub's tot :3

and also very hyper - don't give this man an energy drink

and then probably a few more I've forgotten - I haven't rewatched Helluva boss in a while :sob: