#mini tino

[rderiggi-blog]

The Mini Base, See You Some Place Soon Super Pets all Clips

[ladymiraclewings]

Merry Christmas from the Super Wings and the Super Pets

From the instagram account

[lollo-sw-br]

Tino: Are you a time traveler too?

The Chinese exclusive episode, where Tino returned, along with Tino Pat/ Mini Tino, I noticed something that some Super Pets have the power to travel between dimensions as in the case of Ellie Pet that with her special pen, she was able to enter the arcade game in South Korea.

Tino Pet may have an object to travel through time like Ellie Pet, but Tino uses another resource to travel to his time in prehistory, just as Grand Albert carries in The Trunk the Times Past a time portal as shown in season 2 EP 15 and 16.

I don't know what kind of object he came to possess, for the new generation's idea of ​​giving this chance to visit his historical period, even though he is in the present, thus being able to have free access to that time.

Probably Tino who came back on S6, must have started to worry not only about the time he was, but rather with its true historical period that over the years has been frozen, without realizing that the world was going through changes, Tino also wanted to help his friends from the past, If in case they are in danger or in need of any form of help and only Tino would understand them clearly, because he would also be able to communicate with them and would understand the problem.

The big question that Tino was also worried about was: How could he travel in time without depending on another Super Wing or some invention that could take him there?

Then among the new generation team, especially Storm: Seeing Tino sad and worried, one of his new friends questioned him about the reason why Tino was so like that and after being so reluctant to answer, he finally spoke about the problem and soon the new generation helped him by giving him the object that would help him travel back in time and help the dinosaurs of his time.

So, in addition to giving him the Super Charge and his Super Pet, they gave him that particular object or portal, so that he could fulfill his missions even in the past.

[neon-kazoo]

I humbly request to see hero and villain going to build a bear 🥸

(Anything for my bestest beta-reader o7)

Hero and Villain Go To Build-a-Bear

When Hero entered the mall, they could never have imagined Villain’s affinity for stuffed animals, and the chaos it would cause.

The first red flag should have been the look of glee in their eyes when they spotted the “Build-a-Bear Workshop” sign.

Before Hero could blink, about a dozen children were running out of the store, screaming at the villain’s spontaneous arrival. Frantic parents followed, and soon Villain had the store all to themselves.

By the time Hero entered, there was already a deflated animal in their hands. A worker reached for it to begin filling it with stuffing, only for Villain to snatch their hand back and gesture for her to leave. Hero shrugged helplessly.

Who was she to argue with the notorious villain taking over the store?

The employee stepped back as Villain commandeered the stuffing machine, retreating to behind the counter.

Villain completed and repeated the process by heart, filling the animals to their preferred firmness, kissing a small silk heart, and retying the stitching in the back.

After the sixth stuffing, Hero let out a long sigh.

“Are you done, yet?”

Hero certainly was.

“Of course I’m not done!”

Hero sat in the corner, head in their hands as Villain stuffed yet another bear.

This time, when Villain came to present their new child to the hero, there was something suspicious in their smile. As Hero lowered their gaze from their face to their hands, they quickly understood why.

“IS THAT ME?!”

Sure enough, Villain held the Hero-branded teddy in their arms, only its signature suit was swapped for none other than a striped prison jumpsuit.

Why Build-a-Bear even carried jail-themed attire for plushies, Hero had no idea.

Just when Hero thought that was the cherry on top, Villain squeezed the look-a-like bear right in the center.

A creepily accurate voice spoke the words, “I surrender.”

Hero blinked, equal parts impressed and creeped out.

Satisfied by their reaction, Villain turned their sights to the accessories section.

The criminal gasped as they laid eyes on a standing red sign. At the same time, Hero groaned. The sign said ‘buy-four-get-one-outfit-item-free’, and Villain certainly took that to heart.

A purple skirt, a doctor’s outfit, flip flops, red rain boots, two pairs of roller skates, a bucket hat, carrying bag, and so many shirts Hero lost count. The floor was littered in forgotten items, looking like a tornado had hit the store. Hero doubted Villain could see past the items stacked in their arms to even pick up anything they dropped.

Villain heaped their haul on to the countertop in front of the poor employee who definitely did not get paid enough to scan all of that.

The pile contained a pink frog, a green frog, a tie-dye frog (Villain insisted they were a family, and therefore could not be separated), a Darth Vader, a Marvel WandaVision pair, and some kind of fluffy cow with horns.

Oh, and of course the imprisoned Hero bear, complete with sparkly pink sneakers.

Finally, this ordeal was coming to an end.

“Excuse me,” Villain asked, “where do you keep the Villain bears?”

Oh no.

“The…Villain bears?” The confused employee parroted.

“Yes. My bears,” Villain confirmed with confidence.

“Right. Erm…,” she looked around in a show of contemplation, scanning the bins of plushie skins against the wall.

“We seem to be…out of those.”

She typed some probable nonsense into the screen in front of her before putting on a low-effort disappointed face.

“They were limited edition, I’m afraid. Sold out at every store.”

Hero was impressed by the lie. Maybe they needed to speak to the manager about a raise.

The news barely put a damper on the villain’s excitement, they were still vibrating with joy as they put in their email and printed out eight birth certificates.

Once the total rang up, Villain turned to face the hero expectantly.

“Oh no,” Hero stepped back in realization, “The deal was I accompany you peacefully to the mall and you don’t destroy the city. You said nothing about me footing the bill.”

The Villain simply smiled.

“Surely villainy pays enough for this,” Hero questioned, eyeing the amount on the screen with wide eyes.

Shouldn’t a villain just steal it all?

“You do like this city, right?” Villain questioned back, raising an eyebrow.

Ah, the cost of heroics: several hundred dollars.

[nuclearmu5hroom]

These two gents will be accompanying me to the desert again.

gotta represent our boys @charomiami !

[tobytheeggo]

mini tino

MINI TINO‼️‼️‼️

Reminds me of this silly jar image

[agendabymooner]

☏ ALO-INDUCED CHAOS, fa14 voicemail blurb (f)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: fernando called his wife in hopes of finding his son’s race suit as chaos occurred in the alonso household. thankfully, his daughter was sane enough to assist him and her siblings as they prepared to head out for the race.

content warning: dad!fernando x nameless mom!reader, literally blurb, humour/fluff, dad!fernando and the mini alos (from this smau series), brief spanish dialogue, dad!nando in his prime (sarcastic as hell but you know), sassy mini nando (reyna)

note: i have not slept for a day straight 🤧 enjoy this blurb xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

“mi amor, i don’t know where you are right now but i’m just wondering if you know where frederico’s race suit might be?” fernando asked through the voicemail, a hint of panic in his tone as he said, “i told him to get it from the laundry room before we got ready but—“

“pa!” a voice called from the entryway or wherever fernando was as they continued to speak, “i’ve helped tino and tiago put on their shoes and they have their jackets on! ¿podemos irnos ahora?” can we go now? 

fernando replied back to the voice, “and their bags? all good?”

“sì,” the voice replied, “can we go now? you haven’t even braided my hair yet, papa!”

“reyna, i’m talking to your mother,” fernando told the voice, now named reyna, with a slight scolding tone. “can you help your big brother find his race suit? por favor?” 

“ugh- frederico,” reyna stomped off.

“reyna severina alonso, your feet,” fernando called, “stop stomping them or i’ll cut ‘em off.” 

“we’re running late to the race, pa!” reyna argued back. 

“i know we are, that’s why please help your brother find his suit,” fernando told his daughter. the girl had already gone off before another pair of feet began making their way to where fernando was.

“paaaaa,” another voice said, “which helmet should i use?”

fernando sighed deeply. “frederico, amor—“

“sì?” his eldest son, frederico or freddy, asked him with a glint of curiosity in his tone.

“how many heads do you have?” fernando asked, his sarcastic self showing despite speaking to his own son. he couldn’t help it— they were about to run late to freddy’s race. and freddy was here asking him about which helmet to use.

“you gotta pick one, mi corazon— preferably quickly because you’re gonna miss your race,” fernando told freddy as nicely as he could. 

“okay, okay-i’ll do that,” freddy let out a sigh. 

another pair of feet had stomped into the room as reyna’s voice dragged out the name, “freddyyyyyy!”

“rey, what did i say about your feet?” fernando warned his daughter. 

“i’m sorry, papa— but your son is so so silly,” fabrics shifted as freddy gasped. reyna then continued, “that he couldn’t even find his own race suit in his own room— in his own closet.”

fernando sighed in relief. “you are a delightful girl, rey.”

“oh, sweet! gracias, hermana!” freddy said happily before taking the race suit from his sister and running off. 

fernando then called out, “five minutes and we’re leaving, freddy!” 

“sì! i’ll be down as soon as possible!” freddy’s voice echoed down the hallway. 

the father-daughter duo fell into silence as reyna said, “papa, why is it that every time you and freddy are struggling to find something it’s always me and mama who find them?”

fernando sighed, “don’t get too mouthy now, mi vida.”

“mama said it’s because you two always find with your mouth- not with your eyes,” reyna giggled hysterically once fernando began to tickle her sides. “don’t tickle me, pa! mama’s right!”

“yeah yeah- whatever, c’mon let’s braid your hair before we go.” 

— beep —

[oh-shtars]

You can go blame @your-ne1ghbor for making me rush to make this mini-comic

I have to be honest, their first meeting is still blurry in my head and I’m not sure if it will turn out this way in the final story. This is just a vague idea of how it could possibly turn out.

But basically, this happened after Asha accidentally set a strange ball of light free into the forest. Valentino ran after it and Asha lost sight of her goat. She worriedly searched for him for some time before parting some greenery to find Tino, only to find that her amber eyes have come to meet sparkling blue ones….

Again, this is very vague and not set in stone yet, but I thought it was a fun concept nonetheless. Sorry I couldn’t give a definite answer for this question at the moment Neighbour. ����

………

@uva124 @signed-sapphire @your-ne1ghbor @spectator-zee @chillwildwave @gracebethartacc

Heyyy~ What do you think of making this mini artwork into a DTIYS Challenge? Just for funsies :3 If anyone wants to join, just tag me (@oh-shtars ) in your finished post. ✨✨

[notveryfish]

@ THE TAG GAME BROOOO THE BUTTERTONES....... N BEBOP IS SUCH A BANGER BROOOOOOO

ITS SOOO GOOOD....ive got it on loop+noise cancelled+bassboosted because the vocals fill a very particular 'male singer doing a deep, unique voice in a jangly sort of way' niche in my head thats also filled by stephen thatbandofhers fitzpatrick and the actress tino drima. also the instrumentation completely surprised me with the horns?? and its SOO full like the mini tigers fortress album with really nice echo. and the really catchy riff. AND drums. this song gets me.

[luinen-bluewater]

Super old stuff I forgot to post: Tino and Raphael's first meeting. This was supposed to be part of a mini-comic I will probably never finish, so here you are the one panel I didn't end up despising lol

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 34 Statistically Speaking, You're Probably Dead

LOOK

MINE!!!! (and my aureolin cosplay is here too)

Of course... I can't actually read it until I finish both MOTLE and Murdle We Wrote. But you better believe I still got plans for some adorable mini murdlers and little Tino's painful existence.

coffee shop chalkers???? i'm gonna die <3

ALSO!

How to Get Away With Murdle (the cartoon version of SoM) will feature 1-3 bonus episodes, for the starter cases and one for cartoon-only lore!! I can't wait!!!!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

LOGICO: That’s it. Too much murder! IRRATINO: Hello? Is Deductive Logico around? LOGICO: I’m serious! I’m going to the Deduction College. The endless murders started there, they’ll have the answer!

Logico is pretending to be angry, but in reality, he’d much rather be doing this than getting caught up in a war.

Marble, with her new job as a mathematician, seems to have been hired as a teacher, and the Duchess of Vermillion is also there for some reason. Wow, look!

UMBER: My name is Sociologist Umbah. I am going to become a deductive just like Logico!

The cutest thing to have ever lived? Or does that honor belong to Irratino?

Goat Lord is not super happy to be here, but he pretends like he’s okay. Logico sees that they’ve installed some new rooms - a coin-flipping room, for some reason… and a room that’s just a bunch of monkeys at typewriters… for some reason.

LOGICO: I REALLY… don’t like what you’ve done with the place.

He’s talking to a body.

LOGICO: …

A creepy monkey gives Logico a white hair as evidence, as belonging to the Duchess. Logico does not like monkeys. Marble does, though. She thinks they’ll make a lovely appetizer. Forget that though - a little suspect looks sad!!

LOGICO: Oh no! My baby-

He cringes. Did he just say that out loud?

LOGICO: What’s wrong? UMBER: Ohhh, Logicooo… I try really hard to not hate peopwe. But it’s getting so hard for me… wha is Marble doin’? She wants to eat a monkey! That’s just wrong!!

Logico gives her a soft hug. He understands greatly. 

Irratino, meanwhile, is quiet. He’s weakly trying to amuse himself by typing dirty words on a calculator. But he can’t crack a smile.

UMBER: Irratino IRRATINO: Oh! Umber! H-Hello my little Umber. [pet!] You wanna be more like Logico than your old man? UMBER: Wha! Actuwy, I needed to tell you, that Marble is trying to eat a monkey. IRRATINO: WHAT?!

He whips out a deadly weapon - a pendulum!

LOGICO: What… are you even planning on-

Irratino jumps in front of Marble and aggressively waves the thing in front of her face. She falls into a deep hypnosis! Logico is done trying to understand what’s happening. He has to solve the murder at hand. And he’s absolutely devastated when he realizes the truth!

UMBER: Ohhh… it was the only way they let me into the college! LOGICO: WHAT?! MUUUUUM!!!

He runs upstairs in fury. Irratino hugs the one he is speaking to.

IRRATINO: It’s alright, Umber. I know this place has weird policies. UMBER: You look so sad. IRRATINO: No, I’m alright. UMBER: Am I still the cutest thing to have ever lived? IRRATINO: Hehe. Yes you are. UMBER: [happy giggle] And if you disagree then I think you need to do more of the readings.

They comfortably unite while Logico goes to tattle on the school to his mom… like the REAL adult he is.

The end!

It's gonna be a while before HTGAWM but I can't wait forever so I'm gonna be posting some babytino lore really soon. please don't kill me!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[rderiggi-blog]

Season 7 Korean Full Episodes 3

[ladymiraclewings]

With the first double special episode airing today in France, things difficults to understand are more simply to learn like:

The Dinosaur mom who attack the museum visitors and being helped by the Super Wings to return back in time is called Tyranna.

And when Mini Tino appear in the sky, the group believed at first he was a baby dinosaur, before realizing he’s a Super Pet.

[khajoltic]

A altivez dos passos diz que é nobre o sangue que corre em AURYN HIGHBENDER. Escolhida como hospedeira e protegida de VÊNUS, aos 26 ANOS, cursa o NÍVEL II, OBSIDIANA na Academia Hexwood. 

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ CONEXÕES ⭑✦⭑ TASKS ⭑✦⭑ EXTRAS

Auryn é uma criatura complicada e mesquinha, mas muito bem educada na arte de agradar ao público — ah, sim, para ela o mundo é um palco, não tenha dúvidas! É o mini me de sua mãe, compartilhando de seus sonhos de grandeza, embora careça da mesma disciplina. A verdade é que, ainda que bem treinada, a Highbender é mais caótica do que a matriarca da família gostaria. Provavelmente é por isso que sua seon, Pearla, brilha como uma árvore de natal: chamativa e inquieta. Seu grande plano de vida é casar bem (lê-se com alguém influente e manipulável) e chegar onde nenhuma ancestral sua chegou: no topo, com uma linda coroa sobre sua cabeça. Que trair o atual governo faça parte desse esquema, é apenas detalhe! 

⭑✦⭑ TRAITS ⭑✦⭑

( + ) leal, ambiciosa, esperta, adaptável, determinada, observadora e direta ( - ) obcecada, traiçoeira, egoísta, oportunista, dissimulada, teimosa e ardilosa

⭑✦⭑ TRIVIA ⭑✦⭑

Desde cedo demonstra certa obsessão com o mar e tudo relacionado a ele;

As mulheres da família são notoriamente favorecidas por Vênus, que sempre escolhe sua protegida dessa linhagem;

Talvez seja uma benção da deusa, mas as Highbender se orgulham de nunca, em sua história registrada, terem dado a luz a um beco sem saída — quer dizer, um homem;

Seu pai, o duque de Elanthi, é um dos, se não o maior, produtor bélico do império — daí vem parte da aceitação e influência das Highbenders dentro da corte;

Treinada em arco e flecha, paixão compartilhada (e influenciada) pelo duque;

Pearla, a seon, é uma esfera temperamental e caprichosa — como a khajol;

Atualmente participa das extracurriculares de duelo mágico, para satisfazer sua competitividade, e do jornal Hexwood.  Já passou pelo clube de xadrez e fez várias sessões de Meditação e Harmonização Divina antes de desistir por “não estimularem sua mente o suficiente”.

⭑✦⭑ HEADCANNONS ⭑✦⭑

Amarillis Highbender acreditava piamente que o poder deveria descansar na mão de poucos e seletos indivíduos. Defensora ferrenha da legitimidade da coroa e sangue nobre, sua paixão e dedicação ao tema era vastamente conhecida e reconhecida. Leal, confiável e acima de suspeitas eram algumas das palavras sussurradas em seu encalço. Sua posição na misteriosa Khajar Al Kahandor e seu casamento com o duque de Elanthi apenas reforçava sua posição no círculo real: valiosa. 

A crença da Highbender era admirável, de fato, e muito bem quista àqueles a quem convinha. A única ressalva, porém, jazia em suas outras convicções, como a troca natural de poder. Aprendeu desde cedo com a mãe a observar tendências, a identificar quem estava no topo e quem pensava estar. Aprendeu, também, a enxergar oportunidade na vulnerabilidade alheia. O ensinamento incutido em todas as mulheres de sua linhagem mais se assemelhava a instinto — e o de Amarillis apontava para a decadência iminente do imperador de Aldanrae.

Como uma porcelana delicada, fissuras foram surgindo na coroa diante dos olhos ávidos da khajol. Tensão entre os conselheiros, descontentamento entre os pares. A duquesa sabia que tempos de mudança estavam próximos, mas o momento ainda era incerto. Precisava estar preparada para assumir o vazio de poder quando esse viesse, fosse direta ou indiretamente. Por isso, educou a filha para seguir seus passos, transformando a pequena feiticeira numa extensão de sua visão. 

Auryn cresceu sendo a cópia da mãe: dissimulada. Ser a melhor ou a mais esperta não era uma questão, mas obrigação. Não que se sentisse assim. Foi abençoada com um tino natural para intriga, traço que atraiu a essência divina de Vênus assim que tocou o Superno. Uma combinação verdadeiramente celestial, caso a perguntassem, com divindade e protegida completamente alinhadas em objetivos, moral e desejos. 

Enquanto na Academia, a Highbender conspirava com a mãe, mostrando-se uma figura caxias e obcecada como a matriarca, enquanto reunindo e catalogando informações sobre aqueles no poder. Na corte, Amarillis minava aos poucos o frágil equilíbrio entre nobres, aumentando as fissuras existentes. A cada ardil de mãe e filha, a possibilidade de uma cadeira no Conselho parecia mais próxima. Isso é, até o incêndio em Wülfhere… Ou seria esse o último empurrão para a ascensão dos Highbenders?

[writing-abt-headspaces]

Mishap At The Moth’s Studio (Part 3)

A/N: Just to make things clear… At first, it was supposed to be just age regression. But, I decided to turn it into a Classification AU. (You can probably tell already by the first chapter at what point I sloppily changed my mind.)

But also, so you’re not confused: Val and Velvette, don’t know what ‘Littles’ are and the whole classification thing. They were just lucky to be Neutrals, so it was never a problem for them to not know what it was to begin with. Vox on the other hand, has heard of it, but only recently did his research. But, he’s also a Neutral.

Just wanted to let you know, in case you get confused or (possibly offended 😓) if they start talking about Angel like he has a mental illness.

And AGAIN: Little!Angel will not be abused in this fic. (There might be a part where he gets hurt by accident, but it’s nothing major or disturbing.) But, the Vees (mostly just Val and Velvette) are not good at babysitting. They’re the kind of babysitters that would apply the “3 second rule” when feeding a baby after their apple slice falls to the ground.

⚠️BLOOD AND VIOLENCE WARNING!⚠️ (But, not from any of the four characters in this chapter.)

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Velvette let the two in, and Valentino carried Angel to a beanbag, and then face planted himself on the floor.

Valentino groaned, his voice muffled against the cold tiles. Everything in his body was immobile as he stayed laying face down on the floor, and not in the very sexy sense.

“s’ Miste Butte’fwy dead…?” The little spider asked, looking down at the moth while chewing on his thumb in worry.

Velvette rolled her eyes at the moth’s drama queen behavior. “Nah, he’s fine.” She dropped the bag of baby supplies on the floor next to the beanbag and walked closer to the ten foot bug on the ground, and lightly kicked his lower right arm. “Tino, get the fuck up.”

Valentino didn’t move. He only replied with another muffled whine, his face still kissing the floor.

Velvette sighed in exasperation, clearly running low on patience. “Tino, seriously. We don’t have time for your theatrics.”

Angel whimpered softly at seeing Valentino so unresponsive. “Pease, Miste Butte’fwy…”

Valentino let out a dramatic groan, finally rolling onto his back. “Fine, fine. I’m up. Happy now?” He slowly sat up, rubbing his face with his upper hands while using the lower ones to push himself off the floor.

“Ecstatic,” Velvette replied dryly. She then turned her attention to Angel, who was still nervously chewing on his thumb. “Alright, Itsy Bitsy, how about we find something fun for you to do?”

Angel nodded eagerly, a small smile spreading across his face. “O’tay! Fun!”

Valentino, now fully sitting up, looked at Velvette with a raised brow. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”

Velvette shrugged. “I don’t know, but we need to keep him entertained and calm. Any suggestions?”

Valentino thought for a moment, “Pequeño, what would keep you entertai—“ He turned to Angel only to find him missing from the beanbag, and sense something clumsily crawl passed him from behind.

Both he and Velvette, turned to find the hyper little spider, crawling towards Velvette’s work table.

“Pwetty dollies!” Angel giddily said, eyeing the two miniature mannequins on the table.

Velvette’s eyes widened in panic, then ran towards her desk to grab the mannequins just before Angels could get his hands on them. “Hey! No!”

Angel’s hand recoil from Velvette surprising him.

“These aren’t ‘dollies’! They’re mini-models of the outfits I’m currently designing!” Velvette held them close to her chest, refusing to the spider touch her work.

However, her anger disappeared and turned to panic as soon as she saw the little spider’s pink pupils expand and turn glossy. His lips quivering as he was ready to cry again.

“Hell no!” Valentino quickly scampered to his knees, and hurriedly went over to cover Angel’s mouth.

“Velvy…” The moth says in a pleading tone. “For the sake of both our eardrums, PLEASE let Angel play with at least one of your dolls!”

“They’re not dolls!”

“Not the fucking point!”

Velvette narrowed her eyes at the two men, before dropping her arms and groaning. “Ugh! Fine…”

She faced away from them, and looked between the two mini models, thinking. The one in her right hand was almost halfway done, the one in her left only had the first layer of her dress on.

She turns back and hands Angel the model in her left hand. “Here. Play with this one, and stay AWAY from the other ‘dolly’. Okay?”

Angel’s eyes lit up, and he aggressively bit Valentino’s hand away, resulting in the moth shrieking colorful spanish words, as he took his hand off Angel’s mouth, allowing the spider to grab the doll.

Angel hugged the doll, nuzzling it against his cheek as he giggled. He looked up at Velvette, “Tha’kou Velly!” He says, barely pronouncing the letter ‘V’.

“Yeah yeah… Wait.” Velvette’s face wrinkled, from mishearing the spider. “What did he just call me?”

“I think he was trying to call you ‘Velvy’, like I was. But, said ‘Velly’ instead.” Valentino said.

“Well, he can barely pronounce the V. It sounded like he said ‘Belly’.” Velvette retorted, cringing.

“Belly!” Angel enthusiastically repeated.

“Ew, no. Don’t call me that.” Velvette said covering her ears.

If Valentino had pupils, Velvette would see him rolling his eyes.

“Say ‘Vettie’ instead.” He told the spider.

“Betty!” Angel said.

“Better?” The moth dryly asked the woman.

“A little bit. But, whatever.” Velvette replied.

Valentino couldn't help but chuckle at Velvette's discomfort. “Alright. Any other problems you have with Angel?”

Velvette sighed, "Well, I’d like to keep him away from anything valuable or breakable. So, that rules out most of my work area."

“Noted.” Valentino lazily picks Angel up, walking back to the other side of the room and plops the spider back onto the beanbag.

Angel, still clutching the mini-model, noticed the plastic bag of baby supplies next to him. Curious, he moved the doll to his lower set of hands, and rummaged through the bag with his upper hands.

His eyes sparkled once more at what he found. He giggled as he pulled out a pacifier, immediately popping it into his mouth, and happily sucks on it, then moves back to playing with the doll.

Valentino sighed in relief, seeing the chaotic little spider quiet and content. “Well, that should keep his mouth shut for a while.”

Velvette rubbed her chin in thought, “Shouldn’t that be sterilized…?”

Valentino shrugged, “The worst he can get from an unsterilized dummy is a dirty mouth. And that’s nothing new.”

He turned to the pink haired woman, “Now what?”

Velvette sat down on top of her work table, rubbing her temples. “Now, we wait for Vox. He said he’d be here soon, right?”

“Yeah…” Valentino said, leaning against on the desk, using his two left arms to support his weight. He’d pull out his pipe, but knowing how incredibly sensitive Angel is to cursing and yelling at the moment, he’d rather not find out how the spider would react to him smoking. “But knowing Voxxy, ‘soon’ could mean anything from five minutes to five hours.”

Velvette groaned. “Great. Just great.”

“So, how long do you think this... condition will last?” She asked quietly, not taking her eyes off Angel.

Valentino shrugged. “No idea. Vox might know more about it, but for now, we just have to manage. Though, he did say something about ‘age regression’. Little headspace, and all that shit. But, I don’t really get it…”

He pulled out the chair from Velvette’s desk, and sat down. “I still think it had something to do with that one scene, he was filming with my newest hire. I told that amateur to exaggerate his thrusting and groaning to look more ‘beastly’. I didn’t tell him to scream in Angel’s face and hit his head against the fucking headboard.”

Velvette snorts, at the thought of it. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, you're saying this whole mess is because your newbie overdid it?"

Valentino rubbed his eyelids, “I mean… Until we get a proper explanation, that’s what I want to believe. That this all happened because, some fuckhead unsexily hit Angel’s head."

"I’ll agree with you for now." Velvette said. "Vox better have a damn good idea, on how to snap him out of this ‘headspace’ thing, though…”

Valentino nodded. "I’ll see if I can reach Vox again and get an update.” He pulled out his phone and searched for Vox in his contacts.

The call connected. But before Valentino could speak, his phone started sparking and blue lightning streaks shot out his phone, causing the moth to shriek in a high pitch voice and drop the device.

The small electric bolt hits the ground and Vox appears in the room, standing right before the other two Vees.

“So, Val. Vel. What’s the status with Angel?"

Valentino quickly picked his phone back up, and glared at Vox before standing up and answering. “Angel’s quietly playing by himself right now,” he points at the occupied spider. “but we can’t keep this up forever. How do we fix the little bitch?"

Vox raised a brow at the moth. He was silent for a moment before responding. “Val, did you not understand everything I told you ealier?”

Valentino only blinked at him confused, before narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms as if telling him ‘I didn’t understand shit’.

The TV demon sighs, rubbing the part of his screen in between his eyes. He muttered under his breath, “Of course you fucking didn’t….”

He looks back up to Val and explains, “To make things more clear for you —Angel is a little, that’s his classification. And he is currently in his headspace, which sometimes happens because of trauma or stress. He probably regressed because he was stressed out or something. I take it, aside from the usual shit you pull on him, something else went down at the studio today, that was too much for even Angel this time?”

Velvette snorted again, “Well what do you know, Tino? It was because he ‘hit his head’.” She doubled over, trying to stifle her laugh.

“What?” Vox gave Valentino a questioning look.

Valentino’s face contorted in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Yeah, well... Let’s just say one of my newbies took my words too literally, and hit Angel’s head against the headboard. Freaked the little twink out.”

He paused, for a moment to glance at Vox. And the look the TV demon gave him, showed he doesn’t believe that was the whole story.

The moth sighed, “Buuuut, it could be from the recent kink requests I accepted from viewers, that I didn’t warn him about before we started shooting. Hitting his head was probably just the last straw.”

Vox deadpanned but nodded. “That explains a lot. Knowing you, I’m honestly impressed he hasn’t broken down and regressed at the studio a lot sooner.”

Velvette, who had been listening halfheartedly, interjected. “Okay, Vox, but what do we do about it? How do we snap him out of it?”

“Snapping him out of it isn’t possible. That’s not how it works.” Vox replied. “From what I’ve gathered before coming here. Regressing isn’t something that can be controlled. He’ll come out of it naturally, but only IF he regresses properly. Stressing him further could make things worse. So, the only thing we can really do is take care of him. We can only hope that the better he feels, the quicker he’ll get out of his littlespace.”

“Great, more babysitting,” Valentino muttered under his breath.

“Consider it your hellish penance for letting things get this far, Val,” Vox shot back. “We gotta keep him away from any more triggers.”

“Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t give two shits about this. But because it happened here at the V Tower, to Angel Dust, a pornstar, out of all people —we can’t let any caregiver overlords know about this. We wouldn’t want anyone thinking Val was a ‘different kind of predator’ than in his animal roleplays.” The TV demon explains, using his fingers as quotations for the last bit. “That would ruin all of us.”

Valentino threw himself back on the chair, and pulled his hat down to his face to scream into.

Angel, finally looking up from the doll, noticed Vox. Smiling brightly, and crawled towards him. “TV man! Pway wif me?”

Vox forced his face expression to changed to look more appropriate, to the spider. “In a minute, kid. I’m talking with the other adults here, okay?”

Angel stubbornly puffed his cheeks at the answer. And that’s when Vox noticed the pacifier in his mouth.

He looked at Valentino and Velvette, while pointing at it. “You two did sterilize that thing, right?”

“….”

Vox sighed then lightly grabbed Angel by the cheeks. “Hey little sport, could you give me that for a second. I promise you’ll get it back.”

Angel wanted to protest, but decided to obey. This guy seemed nicer than Betty and Mr. Butte’fwy. Sure, he was still saying bad words, but he was the only person who didn’t yell at him or make him cry yet. So, he let the TV man squeeze his cheeks and make him spit out his pacifier.

Vox tosses the pacifier to Velvette, who caught it on reflex. “Take that and the baby bottles to the kitchen. We don’t have a sterilizer, so just use a pot. Ten minutes of boiling should be enough. Then come back here with a bottle of milk.” He told her.

Velvette flipped the TV demon off with an unamused face, before getting off the table to grab the bag and leave.

“Okay Angel… C’mere.” Vox called, as he reluctantly allowed the spider to crawl up into his arms. “Maybe letting you watch some cartoons would set you in a sleepy mood.”

He carries him to Velvette’s bed and sat down, placing the spider down on the pillows, and positioned himself in a way so that Angel can see his face.

The TV demon’s face disappeared from the screen, and a colorful video full of stuff toy-looking characters walking on two legs appeared, in its place.

“Ooh~ I didn’t know you could do that with your screen, Voxxy.” Valentino said as he strutted towards the two on the bed.

“I never planned on showing you, because I know you’ll come up with something disgusting for us to do in bed with it.” Vox retorted.

“Oh? You can still talk while playing videos on your face?” Valentino teasingly asked, amused. “What a shame… Here I thought, you would be a more tolerable movie partner this way~”

“You’re the one who kept replaying that one scene from 50 Shades of Hell, sixty-nine times!”

“Teddy!” Angel said as he pointed and tapped excitedly on the screen, at the green bear frolicking in the meadow while licking on an ice cream cone.

“Angel, my face isn’t a touch screen.” Vox said as calm as he could, gently grabbing the spider’s wrist to get him to stop.

Suddenly, another one of the characters, a blue moose, bumped into the bear knocking down his ice cream, and the mood changed entirely. He started growling, and his teeth got sharper, as he glared at the person who soured his mood.

Valentino was absentmindedly watching alongside the spider, until that scene came up. He raised a brow.

The moth isn’t sure why he bothered doing it, but as soon as he sensed something wasn’t right with this cartoon, he slowly brought all four of his hands in front of Angel’s face and covered his eyes.

“Huh?” Was the only thing Angel said, when his vision was blocked again.

Just as he expected, the bear chose violence. Picking up the fallen cone, he stabbed it into the moose’s eye, tackled him to the ground and chewed off his limbs with an even more cannibalistic vigor than a cannibal town folk.

“Voxxy, where the fuck did you get this from?” Valentino asked the TV demon, still not removing his hands from Angel’s eyes.

The video disappeared and Vox’s face returned, and he answered. “VoxTube…” he says rubbing the back of his neck, while thinking. “Uh… I think I need to fix the algorithm….”

“No shit.” The moth said, dropping his hands from Angel’s face.

Angel was only listening to bits of the conversation. Despite feeling upset he wasn’t able to watch the cute teddy bear, his eyes were starting to feel too heavy for him to complain. “Beddy time…”

Right in cue, Velvette finally returns with a full bottle in one hand, and a pacifier in the other. “Here’s his stupid dummy, and the fucking formula.”

Angel made grabby hands, when he saw the bottle. “Baba…!”

Velvette tossed the bottle to Vox, who caught it and gave it to Angel, guiding it to his mouth. The little spider laid back down on the pillows, as he sleepily drank away.

“Hey, don’t let him sleep on my bed!” The pink haired woman protested.

Vox waved her off. “Relax. I ordered a crib and told Papermint to have it set up in the spare room, down the hall. As soon as it’s set up, I’ll move him.”

“Why did you—“

“So, he doesn’t roll off.” Vox cut the moth off. “Being secured in a crib, means we don’t have to keep watching him while he sleeps.”

.•.•.

Angel eventually fell asleep, snoring away on Velvette’s bed. Bottle finsihed and replaced with the pacifier.

Vox then finally received a call from Papermint, about the crib being ready.

“Crib’s good and ready.” Vox said to the other two.

“Good. Now get him out. I’ve shared my room long enough.” Velvette demanded.

The TV demon rolled his eyes before rolling up his sleeves, “Yeah yeah, calm down or whatever…” He scoops Angel up making sure to be gentle as to not wake him.

He carefully carries Angel towards the door, that Valentino opened for him, and tried to shuffle his way through the door sideways since it was too narrow to bring Angel through facing front.

However, despite that, Vox accidentally hits Angel’s head against the door frame. The impact knocking Angel out of his arms and onto the floor, still unconscious and snoring away as if nothing happened to him.

Vox froze in shock, staring at the ground where Angel was in horror.

“GAH!”

Valentino hovered a hand above the TV demon’s shoulder, “Vox, it’s fi—“

“AH!”

Velvette tried to speak up this time, “He’s fine! He’s still asleep—“

“AH!”

“Kids… Kids are hardheaded. Angel’s hardheaded! I would know, since—“ Valentino was cut off once more.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Vox gripped the sides of his head, still looking down at Angel with wide eyes and shrunken pupils, one of his eyes were swirling and his voice was buffering. Clearly not listening to what his business partners are saying.

Meanwhile, Angel curled up into a ball and giggled in his sleep. Surprisingly, being dropped and the yelling didn’t wake him up from what nice dream he was probably having.

“Tino, just pick him up. Vox is hysterical.”

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I’m sorry I had Vox drop Angel, but I don’t really expect them to be perfect all the way through lmao.

Don’t worry, if I don’t delay this idea, little Angel and big Angel will be benefiting from this, even more than he doesn’t think he will.

[eireemee2]

Tino's had his eye on his downstairs neighbor for years.

Iris Black is a struggling singer/musician. As an artist who dabbles in the illegal to make ends meet, Tino can appreciate how talented Iris is... and beautiful.

After running into her on a morning run, he finally gets up the nerve to ask her out.

First dates are always nerve wrecking...

but worth it!

He's definitely getting a second date

Hair

tanjayeafro by Kiko vanity

messy locs by Kadijah551

crooked cap locs by Kadijah551

Clothes

Rayna Mini Denim dress by Lynxsimz

Autumn midi denim skirt by Rimming

Animations

kiss n grind by utopya_cc

more kisses animation pack by utopia_cc

functional pool table by utopia_cc

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