#little alastor

[obvsi-bi]

I'm sad so I colored ugly sketches today :D I swear Rosie is the best caregiver~ I know those are kind of weird leave me alone

[moonhowler]

I recently downloaded ibispaint for my phone and decided to practice digitalizing this old drawing. I wasn't expecting much but I'm actually pleasantly surprised. Even though it's a bit akward to draw with my finger, the app is super easy to use and very intuitive.

[hype-blue-fixation]

RadioStatic Week Day 4 - Drunk. Was thinking about that little AU I made for day 1 and also that rumor going around about deer/elk getting drunk on apples. So yeah :>

[xxsmilingdeerxx]

🎙Don't be fooled by his appearance. Hes a little but he does big chaos📻

//mod new ask blog: @askjaxtoy

[nostalgiclittlespace]

request: CG!Rosie and Little!Alastor

Plot: Rosie's trying to get Alastor to sleep but Al's being a cranky lil baby (Alastor's little age is newborn)

Hope you enjoy! Sorry if it’s scatter brained, I wrote this late at night 😅

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

Title: A Fussy Fawn

Pairing: CG! Rosie x Little! Alastor

Word count: 940

Description: Despite Alastor’s insistence (and by that I mean his fussing) he definitely needs a nap. Good thing Auntie Rosie is always there for her fawn (fluff, hurt/comfort-ish)

A Fussy Fawn

Alastor was not tired.

He had made that clear on several occasions—first when Rosie suggested they have some quiet storytime, then when she tried cradling him with a bottle, and again when she offered him a pacifier.

Rather than the polite words or violent displays Alastor usually would have used to convey his thoughts, the upper rooms of Rosie’s Emporium were filled with fusses and shrieks at her attempts.  Though his powers had diminished to near nothing when he regressed, the radio sitting on the nightstand randomly switched channels and crackled with static and interrupted songs.  His shadows did not attack him or Rosie; instead, they too tried to soothe him by offering toys and gear at random.  Like Rosie, they had no success.

Yet, despite Alastor’s insistence, he definitely needed a nap.

The Radio Demon sat criss-cross on the red quilted blanket Auntie Rosie had made him many years before.  Cast aside plushies and toppled wooden blocks littered the ground around him, attesting to his displeasure as he whined once again.

“Young man,” Rosie said, soothing yet serious, “you know you will feel much better if you just take your paci.  Look, I even got your favorite one!”

Indeed she had.  The red plastic and its matching silk clip shone softly under the low nursery lights.  A small deer had been painted onto the center.  It even had his name on the handle!  

Nonetheless, Alastor showed no interest in the comfort item.

Rosie attempted to push the pacifier into his mouth, but to no luck.  As soon as the pacifier reached his lips, he popped it out of his mouth with a miserable screech.  He threw it away from himself, as if the silicone soother had somehow offended him.

“Alrighty then, no paci,” Rosie sighed, reaching across the play area for his plush alligator and offering that instead.  “How about this one?  Would you like to play with him?”

Alastor shook his head vehemently before flopping over onto his stomach in silent protest.  Well, actually it wasn’t all that silent.  Grumpy fussing emitted from his frame as he laid there like a slug.

After only a few seconds, his chest only took heavy breaths, his frame shaking slightly, and his ears pinned back against his skull.  As he cried miserably, Rosie sighed softly, feeling a loss for ideas.  Normally, Alastor would accept quiet time without question.  In fact, he preferred it to some of the noisier or messier activities they had tried.  So, what could have possibly interrupted their usual schedule?

Nonetheless, Rosie didn’t question his moodiness, nor scold him for his lack of manners.  Instead, she scooted a little closer and placed a hand on his back.  She found a soothing rhythm, tracing small circles like it was second nature.  To be fair, it most likely was.  

Despite being a cannibal, an Overlord, and having lived a life sinful enough to condemn her for eternal damnation, Rosie never lost her kindness nor her maternal instincts.  She took anyone under her wing, especially the children living in Cannibal Town.  Alastor was no exception.

The Radio Demon finally seemed ready to accept some form of comfort; Auntie Rosie’s comforting presence finally making some difference.  Unsteady as a newborn fawn, Alastor crawled a grand total of two steps before planting his face in Rosie’s skirt.  The dress’s soft fabric provided a gentle pillow, undoubtedly even more comforting than the blanket beneath them.

His fawn ears twitched as Rosie scratched them gently.  Gradually, they relaxed from where they had pinned backward and returned to their usual perked state.  His whines diminished too–instead replaced by soft sighs of contentment when Rosie pet his head just right.  Finally, he seemed ready to settle down.    

My, he certainly is one for dramatics, Rosie thought affectionately.  Even when this young, he must make a fuss about the little things.

  As Rosie’s fingers mused with his tufts of hair, Alastor’s body grew steadily limp.  As his blinks grew slower and his breaths deeper, his Caregiver carefully lifted him into her arms so he was no longer half-draped across the floor.  With motherly precision, she guided him into a strong yet gentle cradle.

With equal heed, she slowly stood up, then carried him over to the rocking chair.  Alastor stirred, blinking blearily as the movement disturbed his half-asleep state.  He whined sharply, threatening to undo all the work in soothing him.  However, Rosie eased away the baby’s complaint with practiced care.  Whispered hushes, a gentle rocking motion as she carried him, which continued as they lowered onto the wooden chair.  It glided back and forth, slow but sure.  

Rosie reached over to the radio sitting on the nightstand beside them, careful not to jostle Alastor’s delicate slip back into dreamland.  A couple dial turns later, the nursery’s smooth jazz resumed drifting through the air.  This time, Alastor’s powers did not disrupt the lulling notes.  He simply blinked slowly up at Rosie, who smiled back down at him.

“I think you’ve fought sleep for long enough, darling,” she chuckled.  “Rest now.  We’ll have plenty of play time later.”

Whatever had disturbed him, she could find out later.  For now, getting him to sleep was a much higher priority.

Thankfully, Alastor seemed to agree as his doe eyes drifted closed again.  He curled up, tucking his body closer to his caregiver’s.  Rosie, smiling fondly, reached for the spare blanket they kept on the rocking chair’s back, and draped it over him.   The peace enveloped the scene, Rosie’s worries melting away with Alastor’s miniature snores. Even if he is a bit cranky, Rosie thought, amused, he still is an adorable fawn.

[natural-eza]

Part 3?

Alastor finally intervened in the conversation when he saw that Charlie and Vaggie were getting nowhere.

The cookies mysteriously disappeared after that.

¿Parte 3?

Alastor finalmente intervino en la conversación al ver que Charlie y Vaggie no llegaban a ningún lado.

Las galletas desaparecieron misteriosamente después de eso.

[silveraro]

Drew fan art for this amazing fanfiction of what I think is gonna happen next

“I may be a little but I am still T̷̢̢̙͈̟̭͍̳͈̺̳̥̹̜̣̽̽̑͂̎̃͊̽͗̈́̅̍͌̎̕͝ͅh̷̨̛̫̱͉̥͕̣̹̘̥̀͗́͌̑͐̃͑́̍̿̑̽̽͗̔͘͝͝͝ȩ̸̢̨̪͓̏͠ ̵͚͇͙̊̀͐͂̄͐͒͋̕̚Ŗ̵̦͓̯̦̪͕̮͚̬̯͈̟̬͒͊̑͆̄͋̉̓̓̒͐̄̓̈̏̈̂̒͜͝͝͠a̵̡̡̛̻̟̺͙͙̗͕̳͖̭̳̠͐̏͛̔͐͌́̈́͒̍̊́͗̃͊̀͛̈́̾͘ḏ̴̡̢͖͕̻̰̫̫̳̪̗̫̳̯̫̻̀̈́̅͊͗͜͠ͅï̸͍̥͖̚͝ͅo̴̧̳̬͖̦̼̳̒̆̈́̈́̔͒̿̈́͋͊̉͐̈́͋̐̅̔ͅ ̵̨̡̧̢̤͕̳̞̬̩͉̱̙̞̤̙̱́̾̈́͆͛̇̃͐̈́̚̕͜͜͜D̵͖̥̥̘̼̗̣͙͙͚̯̻̄̌̔̀̓̔̒̓́̓͆̓̈́̓́͋͘̚̕͠͠ę̸̛͚̣̙̱͔̹͓̠̰̰͕̙̏̉̈́̋̃͑̽̎̒̆͑̐̽̆̀̕͠m̸̗͉̞̟͓̻̻̱̱͙̔̅̓͂̀͂̀̅̀̇̕͝ȍ̶̧̡̖͉̜͙̟̥̪̼͕̗͓͓̈́̒̕͝n̷̬̩͕̹̰̹̺̮̞̙͍̳̤̭̩̅̿̈́̾̍̇̑͐̓́͛́̊̽́̉̂̚̕͠͝ and I am not defenceless”

[zerooup]

Busts down door again, :3

[tomriddleslittleprince]

Cool art by @sillys-little-space there amazing at art and I follow them go follow them if you'd like

[obvsi-bi]

hi, noticed I never posted this one(: sooo this isn't as good as I wanted it to be but anyways~ . . . WHO'S MAMA'S BOY

[moonhowler]

cg!Angel babysitting little!Vaggie and little!Alastor?

Sure thing! These 2 don't get along well even when regressed.

Vaggie: *On the verge of tears, screaming loudly, and trying to rip Alastor's head off*

Angel dust: *trying his best to keep her at bay* Vaggie baby! Please calm down! Alastor! Whatever you did or said to her apologize now! How many times have I told you to be a good brother? You know she is younger than you!

Alastor: *Clearly enjoying himself* ...hehe

[hype-blue-fixation]

RadioStatic Week Day 1 - FLUFF - First Meeting/Confession. AU where kid Vox is kidnapped, but the group gets caught in the wrong neck of the woods and he is saved by an unexpected hero.

Does a friendship confession at first sight count?

[xxsmilingdeerxx]

hello little one *a hoarse, raspy voice could be heard looking from a shadow as a dark entity steps out, towering over t you, sending a chill down your spine, as it steps closer, leaving a chill in the air as the nearby radios distort their sounds forming nothing but static in its presence, as the entity leans forwards and puts an ice cold hand on your cheek* you seem scared of me, is there a reason little one?

@the-darkest-radio

🎙“I’m not scared of u. And touch me again i bite u”📻

[k1dd0-t1mes]

Abigail Hobbs from Hannibal is an age regressor I will not be told otherwise

[natural-eza]

Catalastor. Why? I don't know

Catalastor ¿Por qué? No sé

[wolf-with-moxie]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor & Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor & Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Alastor & Rosie (Hazbin Hotel) Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Rosie (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Classification AU, Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Hurt Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Little Alastor, Caregiver Lucifer, Littles Are Known, Protective Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Alastor Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel), Mental Breakdown, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Protective Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor Has a Tail (Hazbin Hotel), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, animal triats, Alastor is a deer, Not Beta Read, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Sleepy Cuddles, Alastor Is Not Okay (Hazbin Hotel), Furbys, Husk is all knowing Summary:

All of Hell tuned in to the Vee's live stream of the Hazbin Hotel taking on an army of angels, but no one would have guessed that the Radio Demon's biggest secret would be revealed for all to see. Powerful Overlords are unhappy, Charlie is protective of her friends, and Lucifer? Well you don't mess around with what the King of Hell considers his. Mind the Tags, don't like what you see then don't read.