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31 Days of Agere Stimboards 💕

Day 16: Your favorite kind of fidget toy - Stress Ball and Slug

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May I request Baby!Angel & CG!Husk where Angel has a really shitty day at work (courtesy of Val) and regresses to babyspace as soon as he gets back to the hotel? Husk comforts him obviously.

Angel’s little age would be about six months old.

Okay, first of all, I’m really sorry for making you wait a month for this! Between school and sickness, I have been struggling to find time for free writing unfortunately. However, I hope you enjoy it! Happy regressing and happy reading! -Marty

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

Title: Quiet but loving

Pairing: Caregiver! Husk & Little! Angel

Description: Angel returns to the Hazbin Hotel after a rough day at work. But Husk can always be counted on for some comfort (Hurt/comfort)

Word Count: 1222

TW: References/hints to alcohol, drugs, and Angel’s ‘work.’ (None are actively depicted)

Quiet but Lovin

Husk knew something was wrong the moment Angel stumbled inside the Hazbin Hotel.  This wasn’t his common loopiness, induced by too many drinks or mysterious pills he had downed while on the job.  Instead, his arms were hugged close to his body, his eyes widened frightfully, and his breaths ragged.  

Husks ears had perked up, trained on the spider as soon as the front doors flew open.  Angel didn’t waste a moment, already stumbling towards the bar while gasping for air amongst his heaving breaths.  He nearly collapsed several times along the way, as his lacking coordination threatened to send him to the floor.

Something is wrong, Husk’s caregiving instincts immediately caught.  He froze in place, trying to analyze every movement for signs of injury, while the concerned emotions swarmed in his chest.  Had Angel gotten hurt?  Had it been a bad day at work?  Did he need help?

By some miracle, or perhaps his raw determination, Angel made it to the bar.  Shakily, he climbed onto a barstool and flopped his head over.  A heavy, unsteady sigh escaped his parted lips as his body trembled.

“Angel?” Husk hummed lowly, doing his best to keep his voice calm.  “Are you okay?”

Angel looked up just long enough to meet the cat’s eyes before his own wide orbs welled up with tears.  Instantly, he hid his face in his arms.  Husk could see him puffing out his cheeks and holding his breath, seemingly determined not to let himself cry.  The reaction was answer enough.

He was not okay.

“Angie,” Husk soothed, reaching a hand over the bar to stroke the spider’s floofy hair, “sweetheart, it’s okay if you’re upset.  It’s okay if you had a bad day.”

The words might have seemed obvious to some, but Husk knew the reassurance was necessary if he wanted Angel to actually respond.  The last thing they wanted was Angel dissociating for the day and drowning his sorrows in whatever powerful tonics laid behind the bar.

A choked sob disrupted the strained silence.  Angel whimpered, his shoulders bouncing as he hid his face in his folded arms.  The tortured sound reverberated around the empty lobby, just as it echoed around Husk’s tormented soul.

Determined not to leave him without comfort for even a moment, Husk continued to pet his hair while hopping over the bar counter.  He grabbed a barstool for himself and sat on it, close enough to Angel that their bodies brushed against each other.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, kiddo.  If you want, we can go upstairs?  Get you in some comfy clothes and have some quiet time?” Husk suggested, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

Angel glanced up from where he had buried his face.  His lip wobbled and he sniffled, but he managed a nod.  He reached out his hands in a clear, silent request.  Husk complied without hesitation, reaching forward and helping the arachnid wrap his body around his own.  Once he was in a secure carry, Husk hoisted him off the barstool and carried him towards the stairs.

With every sorrowful sniffle that pressed into his shoulders, he cursed Valentino and all the other denizens that had tortured Angel that night.  The endless work he did always wore him out, no matter how much he denied it.  But if he had reached the point of openly needing comfort like this?  It was a bad night.  Really bad.

Angel kept his head pressed against Husk’s shoulder all the way until they reached his bedroom.  Along the way, he jumped at any noise and routinely grabbed fistfulls of Husk’s fur for security.   His breath would hitch occasionally, threatening to resume hysteria.  Husk soothed away the panic with practiced care; whether it was soft reassurances or pressing a short kiss to the top of his head, they somehow eased him enough that they could cross the hotel without any major issues.

Upon reaching Husk’s room, the cat-demon carried them to his bed.  Even as he sat on the stiff mattress and tried to lay Angel beside him, Angel refused to move from his secure position in Husk’s arms.  His arms tightened their grip around his caregiver’s shoulders, a soft and defensive whine shattering the room’s silence.

“You want to stay with me?” Husk asked softly.

“Mhm.  No down,” Angel mumbled, words slurred and barely intelligible.

Without hesitation, Husk complied with the request.  Carefully, he readjusted Angel in his arms and kissed the crown of his head for good measure.  If Angel didn’t want to lay by himself, not surrounded by his caregiver’s body heat and presence, then Husk would accommodate.

So, he shifted so he sat against the headboard; Angel remained in his lap, taking shaky breaths to calm down while Husk patted his back.  Minutely, the little one’s entire body trembled with the laborious efforts of breathing evenly.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, kiddo.  Can you talk to me?” Husk rumbled soothingly.

Angel shook his head, breath hitching as he clung tighter.  Quickly, Husk shifted tactics; talking about whatever torture he had undergone could wait.  If Angel just wanted comfort now, then he would get it without question.

“Okay, love.  We won’t then,” Husk said clearly, making sure the little knew his boundaries were being met.  “How ‘bout we just cuddle then?”

At that, Angel nodded–perhaps the first positive sign Husk had seen yet.  

“M’kay, Angie.  I’m not going anywhere.  Are you comfy?”

The tickle of white fur under Husk’s chin confirmed his contentment.

For a few minutes, neither Husk nor Angel said or did anything.  Husk knew the importance of not touching too much–not prolonging or exaggerating Angel’s overstimulation and panic.  Meanwhile, the latter needed the silence and the comfort, and was far too content in Husker’s lap to fathom moving so soon.

Even as the morning light began peaking through Husk’s shades, neither made any move to get up from the bed.  In fact, Angel’s exhausted form grew steadily more limp–practically melting into Husk’s fur.  Soon after, his breathing evened and slowed with sleepy heaves; his exhaustion had clearly caught up to him.  

Husk smiled to himself, a half-sad gesture as he stroked Angel’s head as he slept.  It wasn’t fair that he had to suffer like this; someone as sweet as him deserved Heaven’s eternal paradise.  For now, all he could pray was that Charlie’s experiment would prove effective, and that Angel would one day be free of the endless torture Valentino had subjected him too.

He couldn’t protect Angel from Val; he didn’t have that kind of power anymore…that was a mistake he’d regret for the rest of his afterlife.  If he still had his overlord status, he would have stormed Valentino’s territory the moment he realized how bad Angel’s treatment was.  And his pure rage would have been enough for him to wipe out all three Vee’s…

But that was only a fantasy.  For now, all Husk could do was heal Angel’s wounds after he received them.  He could be there for him when things seemed hopeless.  He could watch himself become better as he finally learned what everyone was talking about when they said they loved someone.

“Love you, kiddo,” Husk muttered.  “The hell did I do to deserve you, huh?”

Angel stirred a little, huffing a yawn.  “Wuv you too, papa.”

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My friend butterscotch he is two apples tall :-)

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Shoutout to regressors who don't look like babies!!

Maybe you're tall, have a deep voice, or have a mature face or figure? Or you use an assistive device that's generally viewed as an Adult Thing? (e.g. canes, crutches, hearing aids, dentures, etc.) You are awesome and cool and a baby!!

Aside from unchangeable traits, I'm also thinking about lifestyle preferences. Maybe you have defined muscles from working out? Or maybe you have adult-like tastes in consumption, and even when you're small, you still dress like a grown-up and take your coffee black? Well, guess what!! You are awesome and cool and a baby!!

Also, also, people who regress partway while doing Adult Tasks! Deep cleaning your living space while using a sippy cup is awesome. Reading college textbooks while snuggled up with a stuffie is also awesome!!

Grown-up-looking regressors I love u all

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Hey Little One, feel like reading today? 📔✧˚ ༘ ⋆📖⊹ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖

A good spot for reading, writing, stimming, eating lunch and/or just relaxing in general! Using my favorite shades of green and browns to make it softly boyish for me but of course this space is for anybody who likes it!

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❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗

I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)

THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS LIST AND KEEP OUR MINORS SAFE

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Heyyyy another thing is, I always see so many beautiful posts with other littles' photos of their colouring pages and toys and drawings and other things, and so often I feel the urge to comment something nice, but I hold back, unsure if that's welcome by the author.

It's okay if this post ends up with like, two notes, but

To agere blogs: reblog if it's okay with you to comment kind things under your photos!

I'd really appreciate it! I hope I'm not being a creep!

Have a great day!!🌸🐇🐷

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lil dollhouses ^^ 🧸

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[🦖] Dinosaur Moodboard

Dinosaur Moodboard! - Requested by : @theheelerhouse

Dinosaurs for the little dino nerd (/aff) - lmk if this wasn't what you wanted and ill remake it :)

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me core

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i wish usin dips was more accepted in the agere community.. dips make me feel so tiny!!! sfw dip users you are awesome!!! keep bein u!! 💝💝💝

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calico critters

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R.I.P AirPods users🪦✞︎: ↑↓

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She looks like a wet hamster

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the other mother (the nice one) as a caregiver <3

"well hello, honey. oh dear. what's the matter? is something bothering you? we can't have that. who am i? why, i'm your other mother! everyone has one. now, let's get to the bottom of this. there's no need for hard feelings here. why don't we sit down? i can make you a nice mug of hot chocolate, just the way you like it. i'm sorry things just don't seem to be going your way. you don't have to worry about that anymore."

requested by anon!