#helluva boss cg

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Could u do a cg Asmodeus pfp plz?

some asmodeus caregiver pfps !!

i hope you like them, (i heckin love helluva boss sm, literally so good) <33

[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 🥺

[ramona-quinn]

Late Night Drive

CG!Blitzø and Little!Stolas

Co-written with @yourneurodivergentlady

Plot: Stolas can't sleep and is overwhelmed with big feelings, so Blitzø takes him out for a drive to soothe his mind.

A.K.A., a follow-up story of Baby Feathers by @shhtickerbook

Illustration done by @sugarnpaint (@hels-belle)

Stolas stared up at the ceiling, trying to go back to sleep. A couple of hours ago, he was put to bed by Blitzø with a warm bath, fuzzy pajamas, and a couple of bedtime stories. All of that ensured a peaceful night's sleep for the Goetia. However, fireworks went off at midnight to ring in the new year, causing him to wake up. Stolas covered his ears with a pillow because he was very sensitive to sound. He internally prayed to ignore the noise and return to catching some shut-eye.

Unfortunately, it was no use.

Stolas looked over at Blitzø, who was sleeping on a beanbag in a corner of the living room. He considered waking him up for help, but he decided against that. Blitzø has done so much for him by helping him discover his tiny side. The imp needed a break.

Taking the pacifier out of his mouth, Stolas held onto it while fiddling with the handle ring. He could feel his headspace returning to normal. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time.

2:57 A.M.

The Goetia sighed. He got up from the couch and went outside to the balcony. He looked down at the streets below and saw people winding down and heading home after throwing New Year's parties. A rat-like sinner demon saw the owl and threw a water balloon at him.

"It's the shitturd I was talking about!" the sinner jeered while his friends laughed with him. "Hope you die alone!"

Stolas felt tears forming in his eyes as he got up and walked back into the apartment. As he made it to the bathroom to dry off, he couldn't help but replay what the rat had said. Maybe he deserved to be alone after what he had done. Maybe he deserved to be banished and have his royal status revoked. Maybe he deserved to lose his daughter. After all, selfish people like him didn't deserve to live...

"Hey, you alright?"

Stolas jumped, startled by Blitzø's voice.

"Oh, Blitzø... what are you doing up?" Stolas asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Blitzø replied. “Who did this to you?”

Stolas looked down at the bathroom tile floor in silence.

"Here, let me help," the imp said.

While Blitzø grabbed a towel to dry Stolas off and get him into a fresh pair of pajamas, the Goetia's mind was running a thousand miles per hour. The insomnia wasn't making things better for him.

Stolas could feel his eyes flooding with tears once again. He hiccuped as his headspace drifted back and forth. He could feel his hands and body tremble as he dropped to the ground.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on, buddy?” Blitz softly asked as he crouched down.

Stolas sniffled and shook his head.

"You can tell me. I'm not going to get angry."

Stolas shook his head again, furiously rubbing his eyes with his arm.

Blitzø gently wrapped the towel around the owl, just like when he wrapped his coat around him when Octavia left him. The imp then gently moved Stolas's arm and gently cupped his feathered face, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

"It's okay, buddy. I'm here," Blitzø comforted. "You don't have to say anything."

The imp thought for a moment before finally considering something. “You wanna go for a drive? Maybe that’ll help you calm down.”

"A drive?" Stolas hiccuped as his voice pitch grew a bit higher.

“Yep. It’s useful for when you can’t sleep.” Blitzø told him, gently tapping his nose. "It'll be like stargazing on wheels."

"On wheels?" The owl tilted his head.

Blitzø nodded. “Yeah. You wanna see the stars?”

Stolas nodded, however something popped up in his mind.

"What if... what if people see me?" the Goetia asked worryingly. "'m little..."

“Baby bird, it’s dark out so they’ll be sleeping. If they do see you, I’ll protect you,” Blitzø reassured as he dried Stolas off with the towel.

"P'omise?"

“I promise,” he stood up and offered his hand to Stolas. “You ready?”

Stolas thought about it for a little bit, then nodded.

"Alright, let's get you changed into some fresh jammies first, yeah?"

The owl nodded again.

Once Blitzø got Stolas changed into a fluffy pair of dark red pajamas, the imp grabbed the two blankets off the couch and a couple of pacifiers and placed them into a bag.

Blitzø tenderly took Stolas's hand and took him outside.

Once they reached the van, Blitzø unlocked it and placed a blanket over the backseat. He then helped Stolas in and buckled him up. He got him comfy by covering him up with the other blanket. The imp then went to the driver's seat.

"You ready, kiddo?" Blitzø asked.

The owl nodded as he wrapped his arms around the blanket.

Starting the van, Blitzø backed out and began to drive. He turned on the radio to some soft classical music.

Stolas leaned his head, resting it on the blanket-covered seat. He looked out the window and could see the beautiful night sky. It reminded him of when he was a kid. He would go out on the balcony of his palace and do some stargazing on nights when the weather was just right. He would do research on the stars he looked up. He would try and talk about his findings to his father. However, the dad wasn't all too interested, even though he assigned him to be a prophet amongst the stars and galaxies of the universe.

Blitzø drove around for about thirty minutes, occasionally glancing back at Stolas.

"You okay back there?" The imp asked genuinely.

Stolas nodded sleepily. “Yeah.”

Blitzø smiled softly as he continued driving.

The owl continued gazing up at the sky.

"B'izø?"

"What's up, feathers?"

"Have... have you been sta'gazing before?" The owl asked reluctantly.

"I don't think I have. Why?"

Stolas looked down at the floorboard as he fiddled with a corner of the blanket he was holding. Blitzø wouldn't be interested in something like this. The imp would probably reject the idea of spending quality time with him... just like his father...

"Would you like to do that some time?"

Stolas's eyes widened at Blitzø's offer.

"Really?" the owl asked.

The imp nodded. “Yep, we can go stargazing anytime you want.”

Stolas gave a little smile.

“Ready to go home now, bub?” The imp asked as he glanced back at his little owl.

Stolas nodded his head as he let out a yawn.

So, Blitzø drove them back to the apartment. When they arrived, the imp got out of the van and went to open the back door. He opened it and saw Stolas drifting off to sleep.

"Come on, buddy. We're home," Blitzø said in a gentle tone as he shook the owl's arm.

"We are?" Stolas mumbled tiredly as Blitzø unbuckled his seat belt and gathered the bag and blankets.

The imp took Stolas’s hand and led him inside before bringing him back to the couch.

"Than' you, B'izø," Stolas yawned while the imp tucked him in nice and snug.

“You’re welcome, bud. Do you need anything?” Blitzø asked.

"Stay?"

Blitzø nodded and sat beside him. “Of course.”

The imp reached into the bag and pulled out one of the pacifiers.

"You want your paci?"

Stolas nodded tiredly as he reached for it.

Blitzø handed the soother to the owl, who popped it in his beak.

"Ni', B'izø," the owl murmured.

“Night, baby feathers,” Blitz reached out to ruffle his hair.

After a few minutes, Stolas drifted off to sleep. Blitzø smiled and went back to the beanbag to get some more rest himself.

Author's note: Thank you to all of the lovelies who made this story happen (@yourneurodivergentlady, @shhtickerbook, @sugarnpaint, @hels-belle)! I couldn't have done it without every single one of you! /pos /gen

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[softpawpup]

— flip!stolas & caregiver!blitzø from helluva boss headcannons !! ( request from @ramona-quinn )

stolas regresses from anywhere to 5-12. usually he regresses younger

when blitzø first finds out about stolas age regressing, he spent hours up at night researching regression and what to do with him

blitzø loves planning crafting and diy playdates and activities for stolas. they're easy to set up and usually pretty cheap so they work out really well for the both of them

stolas can be a bit fussy, especially if he doesn't get a nap or bottle on time, but blitzø knows just how to soothe him

stolas gets really self conscious of how much bigger he is than blitzø but blitzø finds plenty of ways to still make him feel little (he lets stolas be the little spoon, he stands up on the counters or couch during playtime, he uses his tail to help hold things up)

stolas is very much allowed to throw tantrums, be fussy, use bad words, etc. blitzø doesn't want to force him to act a certain way, he wants stolas to feel safe and free being little

once blitzø gets used to caregiving he is a very doting and loving caregiver, kind of like how he is loona

stolas doesn't really like viewing blitzø as a father figure, he likes to view him more as a caring boyfriend or a knight in shining armor

[shhtickerbook]

Can you draw little!Fizz and cg!Asmodeus? Pleaseeee

Ozzie is PEAK caregiver energy, he absolutely adores lil fizz and gets a little carried away when it comes to spoiling him

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Little!Stolas and CG!Blitzø fluff oneshot pls?

Takes place post-Sinsmas

Stolas is playing (activity of your choice; tea party, coloring, etc.), and Blitzø joins in on the fun

Absolutely! Thx so much for the patience; I’m graduating in a couple weeks and the work load this month has been CRAZY. Anyway, here it is, friend! Hope you’re having a good day! 💝💝💝

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

Title: Paper Snowflakes

Pairing: CG!Blitzø & Little!Stolas

Wordcount: 1039

Description: A 100% domestic, fluffy moment between Blitzø and Stolas after Sinsmas

Paper Snowflakes

It had been several weeks since Sinsmas.  The new year had since rolled around and the Extermination in the Pride Ring had slowed down I.M.P.’s workflow.  In years past, Blitzo would have been bored with the slowed schedule, maybe taking a little too much pleasure in his escapades to the living world, but now?  He couldn’t be bothered by it.  The word thankful even crossed his mind.

Stolas had been staying at his apartment since the Sinsmas fiasco.  He might have been a very well-mannered and quiet prince, but keeping him entertained seemed like a full-time job in itself.  But maybe, just maybe, Blitzo would admit that spending time with Loona and his little one, with the occasional visits from M&M, made family time better than whatever jobs could have been thrown his way.

Hence why he didn’t hesitate to call in a long-weekend when Stolas woke up small one Monday in January.  When the imp’s alarm clock had gone off, and he was greeted by a disturbed cry from a Little (and not a low grumbling about five more minutes like Stolas would have done if Big) he snatched his Hellphone off the nightstand to text Millie and Moxie that they wouldn’t be coming to the office.  

From there, the morning started as usual.  The two fell into what had become their comfortable regression routine since Stolas moved in; Blitzo worked in the kitchen to make breakfast, while the Little watched cartoons on the couch.  Snuggled under a blanket and the volume low, the prince had time to slowly wake into the living world, while his Caregiver was energized by a quiet cup of coffee just a few yards away.

After they each had enjoyed a bowl of cereal and the morning cartoons had ended, Stolas had wandered over the cupboard, where several of his Sinsmas presents were stashed.  He seemed set on the craft supplies, as the little owl attempted to carry far too many art supplies at once.  

“Do you want some help with that, handsome?” Blitzo asked amusedly as he watched.

A stack of colorful construction paper was tucked under one wing, crayons and markers held close to his chest, a sticker book clamped in his beak–and rather than accepting assistance, Stolas managed to carry it all and, say, (around the sticker sheets in his mouth) “G’t ‘t.  ‘M big.”

Blitzo laughed to himself, “You’re right.  You’re a very big boy who can handle it on you own, huh?”

“Mhm.”

To his credit, Stolas managed to carry the cache to the coffee table without spilling anything, then dropped them unceremoniously onto the surface and plopped down onto the floor.  The boxes of crayons and markers were dumped out, so the cylinders of ink and wax were scattered everywhere. 

Briefly Blitzo sighed at the mess, more resigned than annoyed as he took in the colorful chaos he would certainly have to clean up in twenty minutes or so.

“Color with me?” Stolas inquired, holding a marker out to his Caregiver to emphasize his question.

His wide eyes were hopeful, and the calmest they had been in weeks, and Blitzo knew he would never be able to say no to that face. 

“Sure, buddy,” he replied with a smile and sat down beside him.  “What are you making”

“It’s a surprise.  No peeking,” Stolas replied with a faint smile appearing.  

The mild mischief and happiness on his Little’s face made Blitzo’s own grin widen as he took a white sheet of paper from the pile.

While Stolas was rapidly switching between crayon colors, with precise and determined scribbles across his page, Blitzo instinctively began folding his.  Picking up the safety scissors, he made random cuts across it.  He hadn’t made paper snowflakes since he was quite young, but he remembered when he and his sister would make twenty-some and string them together to hang on the walls.

“Look, it’s done!”

Startled from his thoughts (maybe that was for the best), Blitzo looked to see Stolas’ drawing, which was being shoved towards him enthusiastically.  He took the excitement in stride, taking the waxy paper into his hands to admire it properly.

It was a drawing of the two of them holding hands–a scene Stolas had depicted many times before, just like many children who enjoyed portraying their families in their art.  But no matter how many times the image was reiterated, it never failed to tug at Blitzo’s heart strings.  Kids drew what was important to them, the things they liked best, the emotions they wanted to express but didn’t quite have the words for. 

 And Blitzo liked this better; he preferred the simplicity of a drawing, colorful blobs holding hands with smiles to express happiness rather than the long awkward speeches adults were forced to have.  In these quieter moments, when saying ‘I love you, I feel safe, I feel happy,’ could be contained in a piece of paper and not in a long-drawn conversation that took uncomfortable overanalyzing or social rules.  It could just be this.

“I love it,” Blitzo smiled genuinely.  “Mind if I put it up on the fridge?”

“Okay.  What are you making?” Stolas asked, pointing to the now mostly shredded paper in his Caregiver’s hand.

“A snowflake.  If you fold and cut the paper, it’ll make patterns.  Here, watch,” he explained, glad to have another distraction before he got too emotional about the meaning behind the drawing (though now he had just oscillated back to the memories paper snowflakes–remember the days he could just shut out the memories he didn’t like?  Caregiving was making him much too soft and emotionally competent)

Blitzo unfolded the paper, gradually revealing its design.  It wasn’t nearly as good as his childhood ones–evidently out of practice in making graceful and detailed patterns–but Stolas still awed at it.

“Wow!  I want to try!  Show me?” he pleaded, and Blitzo relented easily.

There’s still a few months of winter left, he thought, maybe we could make a chain of them for the apartment or the office.  They’d look nice on my desk, the imp thought.

By the end of the hour, they had made twenty-some, and found the string to hang them down the hallway.

[sleepy-little-puppa]

rrr... /dramatic

iz squishz stress ball... no bite...

but lookz like ball n has ball n name.... NO BITE !!!! iz no meant for bitign !!!! >:((((

n hav hav chewy stim toyz !!! hav chewiez !!! no need!!!

but but puppa sayz rrrr n still wan bite... hmph...

rrrrr.... >:((( squishy stressz ball... bite...

no chomp cuz cuz might break it but... wanna so bad!! :((( rrrr...

hmph!!!! >:(((((

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Content not made for kids? Not allowed here!

[blitzbabysits]

Heya kiddos! Guess who's dragged his way back to front ! :D !

I missed y'all!

[clovers-housetree]

🌟 Sunday Sunshine! ^w^ 🌟

Hello, my little starlings and friends! Happy Sunday, I hope you've all had a good week! :3

For those of you new here, Sunday Sunshine is a series of posts I hope to post every Sunday where I talk about good things that have happened to me this week, maybe goals or plans I've got for the next week, or just goals in general- and invite my little starlings and friends to share their own sunshine, aka anything good that's happened or that they're excited for; either a big event, a yummy snack later, getting home after a busy day, seeing a pet, etc. Anything to look forward to is always nice and fun, no matter how big or small! :3

Got a bit of a long list today, here we go! :3

🌟 I got all registered for my classes this week, and had a good talk with my counselor to help me keep on track with my work!

🌟 I've also decided to try and teach myself to draw more apart from Stickerjunk, which is an art project I've been doing in my free time. It's kind of like junk journaling or scrapbooking without the pictures. I just doodle whatever I feel like, add stickers and cut-outs from magazines or boxes, like pretty LEGO flowers! :3 It's helping me a lot with learning to have fun with my art again and not be so hard on myself, because art is all about having fun! :3

🌟 I've been keeping my room clean, and my new routine has been really working out well for me! One step at a time, and even simple reminders or alarms can help me out a lot with staying organized and getting things done throughout the day.

🌟 I bought some shelves for more storage space, and they got here 2 days early!!! :0 They're a little smaller than I expected, by my mom helped me put them together, and I've ended up really liking them!! :3

🌟 I think my favorite part of this week was that it snowed over the past few days! I built a little snowman, and got to run and stomp around in the snow with my dogs, and even got some pictures of the pretty snowflakes!! :3 You can see them up close if you zoom in! :0

I really do want to get back to posting stuff like more Baby Steps, more like the "Activities for Regressors Without Caregivers" post, maybe I could make that one into a series! :0 If you have any suggestions or requests, I'd absolutely love to give it a shot! I'm really trying to work on writing more, so it'll be a win-win! :3

Like usual, I'm just tidying up and prepping for the week ahead, I've still got another week or so before I start back to school, so I'll be around if you need me or want to stop by and say hello! :3

And especially feel free to tell me about your sunshine this week if you want to, or maybe something you're excited for for next week? :0

As always, remember to stay hydrated, maybe treat yourself to something yummy to day, and remember that I'm here for you if you need me! ^w^

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"Content not made for kids? Not allowed here!"

[one-helluva-happy-family]

Big Sister to the Rescue

Plot: Loona helps Via out when she suffers from separation anxiety.

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Co-written with @yourneurodivergentlady

Little Ages:

Via - 3

Loona - 8

"Daddy, I don't want you to go," Octavia whined sadly.

"I know, sweetie," Stolas cooed as he reached out to smooth Octavia’s feathers. "I wish I could stay here with you too, but Daddy has to go to this meeting."

"When will you be back?"

"Hopefully in a couple of hours," he answered.

Octavia whimpered as she gave Stolas a hug. He returned it and patted her back. "It’ll be alright, dear. You have Bubba and Loona here to play with you."

"Okay..." the teen Goetia muttered.

"You also have my old rabbit if you need it," Stolas told her as he planted kisses to his daughter's face. "And no matter where I am, I'm never far away from my precious little starfire."

The Goetia kissed Blitzø on the lips and gave Loona a hug.

“I’ll be back soon, my loves,” Stolas said. He gave Via one last hug and opened a portal before he stepped into it.

As soon as the prince left, Via curled up into a ball and felt tears forming in her eyes.

Blitzø noticed this and crouched beside his youngest daughter. “Hey, kiddo, it’s alright. He’ll be back.”

"I miss him..." Via mumbled tearfully.

"I know you do. Do you want a hug?"

The teen Goetia nodded, letting Blitzø gather her into his arms. She suddenly started crying as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I know, octopus,” Blitzø soothed, gently rocking the owlet. "It's okay to feel sad."

"Dad, is Via gonna be okay?" Loona asked in concern, having watched her sister become upset.

Blitzø nodded. "She’ll be okay, Loonie. She’s just missing her dad."

Loona walked over to the pair and sat down, unsure of what to do.

“Do you want a hug from Loona, sweetie?”  Blitzø asked Octavia.

Via shook her head.

"Okay, well… do you wanna go watch 'Growing Up Creepie'?"

Another head shake.

"Do you need to be sad for a while?" Blitzø asked in a genuine tone.

Via sniffled and nodded.

"It's alright, sweetie. We all gotta feel what we need to feel. I gotta do some chores, but Loonie and I will be here if you need anything."

"Okay..." Via hiccupped as Blitzø stood up and planted a kiss at the top of her feathered head. As the imp walked away, Loona couldn't help but feel bad for Via. She knew that she struggled with separation anxiety ever since Stolas first met Blitzø, but that still made her feel terrible for her every time she was distraught.

"Via…" Loona began. "I know what it's like to miss my dad whenever he works. It stinks, but he always returns. Pops is gonna come back like he said he would. You wanna go sit in our fort, that way you can feel sad, but not lonely?"

Via finally nodded after some thinking.

So, Loona held out her hand to the Goetia, who took it and allowed her older sister to lead her to the playroom.

Once they arrived, Loona guided Via to their play tent.

"You need anything that can help you feel better?" the hellhound asked after helping Via onto one of the beanbags.

"Daddy's bunny, my b'ankie, an' mot' stuffies," the Goetia sniffled.

Loona found Via’s blanket next to the bin of plushies. She handed the blanket to her sister while finding her three favorite stuffies.

"T’ank ‘ou, sissy," Via mumbled, burying her face in her baby blanket.

"No prob," Loona nodded as she gave Via her rabbit and moth stuffies. She then started thinking of ways that she and Via could pass the time until Stolas returned. Suddenly, she had an idea. Via loved her pacis. They looked so boring when they were plain, though. What if they had some bling to them?

"Hey, Via, how about we do some arts and crafts?"

Via nodded, wiping the last few tears from her face.

"Sweet! Have you heard of deco pacis before?"

"Um... I don' re'y know..." Via shrugged.

Loona pulled out her phone and showed her sister what deco pacis looked like on Sinstagram.

Via's eyes glimmered. The pacis were so beautiful! Some were painted, and some were bedazzled with rhinestones!

"Wow, t’ey look pretty," the younger sister commented, starting to feel better.

"You wanna bedazzle your pacis?" Loona asked, wagging her tail when Via responded with a nod. "I’ll be right back. Trust me, you’re gonna love it!"

Loona left the tent and soon returned with a couple of Via's soothers and some art supplies.

"They don't have to be perfect," the hellhound said once Via started grabbing some stickers. "Decorating is all about having fun."

For the next thirty minutes, the sisters decorated the pacifiers together. Via did the painting and sticker-attaching while Loona did the gluing and gemstone-applying.

"T'ey look so pretty!" Via smiled once she and Loona were finished. She held up a black pacifier that had ghosts painted on the button. "I li' this one the most!"

"That's one of my favorites," Loona said as she held up a dark blue pacifier with puffy star stickers. "I think this one's my all-time favorite."

Blitzø came into the playroom to check on the little ones.

"Hey, kiddos, how's everything going?" the imp asked. He then gasped and cooed when he saw the decorated pacifiers. "Oh, my goodness! What do we have here?"

"Me an’ Loonie maked crafts!" Via chirped as she held up one of the pacifiers.

"You did? Oh, wow! They look so beautiful!"

Via giggled and plopped the ghost paci she had in her mouth. She then held up a purple pacifier that had an alicorn charm on the button.

"Magi' ho'sey!" Via piped. "You wan' it, Bubba?"

"No, thanks, sweetie, but thank you for offering to share," Blitzø declined politely.

"You feelin’ better now?" Loona asked as she moved to give her little sister a hug.

Via nodded as she hugged the hellhound back. Suddenly, the little owlet began to yawn and rub at her eyes.

"I think it's quiet time for you guys," Blitzø remarked as he gently picked Via up.

Yawning again, Via pressed her face into Blitzø’s shoulder while Loona gathered up the art supplies.

"Thanks for cheering Via up, Loonie."

"It's no problem," the hellhound replied as she started to put everything away.

"You t'ink Daddy will li' t'e pacis, Bubba?" Via asked.

"Of course he will," Blitzø reassured. "He’ll love them."

-

Via was tucked in for a nap while Loona read quietly (then fell asleep) in their room. Blitzø was watching TV in the living room when Stolas came back from the meeting.

"Hey, Stols. How was everything?" the imp greeted as he looked up from the screen.

"Everything was fine. The meeting was a tad boring, though," the Goetic prince responded as he gave Blitzø a kiss. "How were the girls?"

"They were fine. Decorated some pacifiers."

"Oh, they did? May I have a look?"

"Sure. Let me tell you, Loonie and Via are so creative!"

Blitzø took Stolas to the playroom and showed him the decorated pacifiers that were drying on the table.

"Oh, these are beautiful!" the Goetic prince gasped.

“I know, I was so proud of them. Loonie helped Via out."

Stolas smiled at the mention of his youngest daughter. "How was Via?"

"She was fine. A little bit upset at the beginning, but Loonie helped out by cheering her up and playing with her," Blitzø said. "And they decorated pacifiers like I mentioned."

"That's good to hear," Stolas replied as he and Blitzø returned to the living room to watch TV together.

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[blues-agere-toybox]

*sneaking off with a cookie jar stolen from the kitchen*- Zeek

"Heeeeeey. Zeek I see that. If you want one cookie you can just ask but your not eating the whole jar kiddo."

"Then you'll get a sugar rush and that'll be a whole other thing I need to handle..."

[ramona-quinn-doodles]

Little!Stolas Moodboard ⭐️

[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 ^^

[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

[yourlocalmoon]

Caregiver Stolas Moodboard !!

No small headcanons here as I'll have some coming out in an actual list <3 (Shoutout to anon for requesting them~)

[ember-owlet]

|| cg! verosika mayday headcanons ||

a/c : i love her so very dearly, one of my favorite HB characters. i hope we get to see more of her as the show progresses so she can become a character that is separate from her identity as blitz' ex, especially as a verbie shipper- please enjoy!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

petnames used: kiddo, brat (in a lighthearted manner), honey, and baby

content warnings: mentions of verosika's fear of abandonment, mentions of hypersexuality to both regressor and caregiver in a non-sexual context, and mention of drugs and alcohol in a humorous context (THC gummies) ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

verosika is a caregiver that doesn't adhere to any set of rules or strict routine when it comes to her kiddo. what her baby wants, her baby gets.

however, due to her lack of emotional safety in relationships she prefers to keep her baby physically close to her whenever possible, regardless of whether you're in a big or smaller headspace.

if for any reason you need to leave for an extended period of time she'd like to be kept updated (nothing extensive but a simple text or picture would be the reassurance she needs to know you're not abandoning her.) she also likes to keep you included in her social circle, and would like if she received the same consideration.

its really hard for verosika to admit that she has needs someone or to be vulnerable since her relationship with blitz had left her defensive, so once trust is established she can't help but fear that one day you too may leave with no warning.

therefore, lots of reassurance and physical affection is a must in the mayday household; from small kisses to holding hands to cuddling, its her way to emotionally recharge and feel held after working on an enormous social pedestal every day.

would be one of the best caregivers in hell to sing you to sleep or sing a song with you to help you express your feelings.

tex is your go-to babysitter for any reason that she may be away, as she knows he would be the next safest person to watch over her kiddo.

can get carried away by the attention of her stardom, but honestly tries her best to bring herself back down to earth when needed. desite what people may think she also doesn't mind putting the attention on someone else, she loves the spotlight but doesn't mind sharing it.

can go from passive-aggressive to flat-out-aggressive to an almost unbearable degree. "you don't want to eat your veggies? fine, it's not like i worked all day to afford to make this plate for you. but if you want to eat something caked in sugar its not my fault if you gotta go to the dentist kiddo. why don't you skip brushing too while you're at it?"

swearing? always. there's never any rules against it and between her and her friends to her baby the whole room will always be full of potty mouths. /lh

playfully calls you her "brat." and mainly uses it as a term of affection in her personal and social life.

"what do you want, brat?" "you're such a brat." "you're an adorable little brat, you know that?"

has at least thought at one point you could still drink alcohol while regressed, not in any malicious context but its what she does to relax so surely its what her baby would need as well?

i fully believe that at some point she had gotten carried away and swapped a melatonin gummy for a THC gummy. her baby would snuggle up to her with a glazed expression and after a quick panic and debriefing with her fellow succubi she would try to explain that "WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?? THEY'RE ALL THE SAME SHAPE."

absolutely vicious when it comes to verbal insults in defense of her baby. she would do it all without the slightest tilt of her glasses in acknowledgement to your bully.

takes no shame in defending you to her last breath, even if you truly were in the wrong your caregiver is the definition of ride or die. no questions asked she is quick to defend you.

on the other hand she never says no to competition. board games? karaoke contest? she won't let you win but also it makes the victory against your mama that much sweeter. is she salty about her losses? of course, it doesn't matter that a "child" beat her she's still gonna find a way to win the next time.

one thing that i personally believe verosika would shine in is caregiving for a regressor that experiences hypersexuality. as a succubus she would be especially sensitive to when your body goes through the urges and does her best to help you through it.

she is really good at noticing subtle changes in body and facial expressions, and sometimes her advice may be unconventional or even violent, but she really tries to do it with your best interests in mind.

she knows to separate anything sexual in regards to your regression, and tells you that your thoughts are separate from who you are as a person and she loves you as you are.

she would reassure you about all the things she loves about you and does her best to support you from her own experiences.

"mama loves so much more than just your body honey, i love your mind and your heart and your adorable little giggles."

at the end of the day she would pinch your cheek or ruffle your hair with a kiss to your forehead as her way of acknowledging your efforts. you come to realize that your caregiver truly cares when it comes to supporting others, and with time you'll be grateful to be let into her world to know the real "ver."