#age regressor Alastor

[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.

[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.

[sillys-little-space]

[funfettifrills]

♣️; caregiver! husk x kid/agere! reader [headcanons]

[all platonic] + my inbox is open for reqs!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪husk is canonically good with kids!! He would be great at taking care of you !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ initially, husk keeps up his grumpy self around you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but you find yourself enjoying being around him, to you he's a silly little kitty !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ he notices you will sit by him or stay in the same room as him, and he doesn't mind at all

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ at first you're a bit shy, but he tries initiating conversations with you and you happily speak to him a bunch!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Once your wall of shyness is broken down, you'll find yourself sitting at the bar and info dumping to him about things you like or just your day in general

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He doesn't say much, but he always listens with a small smile on his face while he tends to his bartending tasks

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he has a huge soft spot for you, that he'd deny at first but everyone else at the hotel would clearly notice it

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you go out, he starts going with you. He really wants you to be safe, even if you're in hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since you obviously wouldn't be drinking any alcohol, husk starts keeping things like juice at the bar just for you!! He even gets sippy cups !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even though he doesn't enjoy being a cat, you can't help but call him "kitty."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Sometimes, when you want his attention, you'll babble a bit and call out "kitty!"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if anyone else would call him kitty, he would be sooo livid

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but he loves you and knows you mean no harm, he finds it endearing!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪his default nicknames for you are just 'kid' or 'kiddo'

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he lets you play with his tail !! He just sits nonchalantly as you do it, and the others in the hotel watch in awe over how comfortable Husk is with you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even if he has a soft spot for you, he's still husk so he's a very patient caregiver but also very stern when he needs to be

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if you get bratty or fussy, he won't hesitate to get you to behave, and he's very effective at it while not being tooooo harsh

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since he loves sleeping, when it's nap time he'll join you sometimes!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he's very comfy to snuggle with cause his fur is surprisingly soft

♡ʚ⁺˖↪as you two sleep, he holds you so gently

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He purrs during these naps too and its silly to feel the vibrations

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you'd be overwhelmed and in tears, he had struggled to deal with it at first because he was intimidated

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Over time, he had learned how to handle those moments with ease and will hold you in his lap as you regulate yourself

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Depending on the severity of your emotions, he'll start doing magic tricks to distract you, and it's effective for calming you down

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he struggles with low self-esteem, so he questions whether he's good enough to be taking care of you (he is much more than good enough!!)

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you're happiest and comfiest with him, sometimes you cling onto his legs as he does random tasks and he just goes on as normal

♡ʚ⁺˖↪before he had gotten onto better terms with Angel, he'd tried to keep you away from him

♡ʚ⁺˖↪But afterward, you become close with Angel as well, and he thinks you're the cutest ever !!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you and Angel sit at the bar, with you in his lap, and have silly conversations with Husk

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Angel goes insane hearing you get to freely call Husk "kitty"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ And Angel teases Husk over how soft he's gotten for you, Husk gets embarrassed in response

"Ya' let the kid call you 'kitty?' Why can't I do that too?"

"You are a GROWN man. There's no reason for you to call me that."

"You're just turning into a big softie, ya know?"

"..."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪don't even get me started on how adamant Husk would be to keep you away from Alastor

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but Alastor does find a way to get your attention, much to Husk's dismay...

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he'll find Alastor playing you, and you giggling along, which leaves Husk horrified

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he is really dedicated to keeping you safe from anything that'd cause you harm!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪and he truly wants you to be redeemed, he knows you don't deserve to be in Hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪overall, he adores you a bunch and would probably kill for you!!!!!!

[littlebabyself]

Alastor ((hazbin hotel)) cg headcannons!!

was watching the show and got super small and imagined him as my cg, so here’s my cringe headcannons!!

• protective

• always holding his little one

• dreadful at arts and crafts

• loves to sing his little one old timey lullabies

• covers his littles eyes when in public ((to shield from anything triggering))

• let’s them touch his hair and antlers

• husk is the only one he semi-trusts to babysit. Only for emergencies though.

• tries not to spoil his little but sometimes fails

• reads them lots of picture books

• brings them on a lot of adventures like stealing, spying, etc.

• calls his baby things like doe, fawn, trouble maker, hell spawn ((in the best way possible)), silly one, starlight, darling, dearest, etc.

• always feels bad his little one is in hell and believes that they’re his little angel.

• keeps all his littles drawings and hangs them up in the hotel lobby and in his radio tower

•literally makes the best food. great cook

•always stays until the small one falls asleep

• let’s his little stay up late on his lap while he works, although they usually get sleepy around 10 anyways

• he loves to baby his little when they’re alone

• let’s charlie make them custom deco pacis

• has the best music taste

• keeps his littles toys very organized

• makes bath time super fun with toys, bubbles, scrubs, and perfect Water

• does lots of yoga with them

• LOVES to baby them no matter what age they feel

• basically nocturnal

______________________________________________

“hello dearest, come sit on my lap and I’ll comb your hair sweetheart”

“shhh, shhhh… ah, ah, ah, it’s okay little one, no one will hurt you.” “Days seem sometimes as if they'll never enddd… Sun digs its heels to taunt you~ But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same Rises the moon”

“come to dada starlight, we’ll have a snack, small one. “

______________________________________________ that’s all I’ve got for now!! remember I have requests open!!! thanks so much guys ^^

[fuzzythoughtspup]

Evening stroll with a little fawn 🥀🦌🍼

[their-little-writer]

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ He is good with all kinds of regressors!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he loves being called papa

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you are a baby/newborn regressor he loves putting you in a little stroller and rolling you threw cannibal town

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Calls you little one, angel, and sweetheart

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he loves holding you in his arms while in his radio tower.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ always makes you a warm bottle of milk before bed and bottle feeds you

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he buys you soft and small toys like calico critters and stuffed animals

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ idk why but he always smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he will not hesitate to put you in time out. “Now now little one it’s not nice to throw yours toys at people. Go take a 5 minute break in the corner”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Rosie and husk are his back up babysitters if he isn’t able to take care of you at the time

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ despises the beach but he will take you to the park to push you in the swings gently

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ gives you bubble baths

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he runs his hand threw your hair to try and sooth you

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ helps pick out your outfits for you

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ makes you hold his hand (so you don’t get lost)

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧

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[lttl3babybug]

Are you okay with people 18+ interacting? Do you do Hazbin Hotel requests

If so can you do headcanons or a fic about Alastor with a little who accidentally summoned him to Earth

@babiegurlmuffin

I am a-okay with people 18+ interacting as long as they’re here for complete sfw reasons and have a sfw account as I am still a minor myself! Thank you for asking sweetheart :3

Of course I can write that for you! You’re my first hazbin request! (Even tho I posted a stimboard before this, this has been sat in my request box for like 2 weeks now) How exciting!! Hope you like this!!

Crayon scribbles

Your day had been terrible to put it lightly, too loud, too bright, too much. So when you could retreat home to your little space god were you ecstatic, the calming hues of your room immediately setting your mind at ease. Between the pacifier between your lips and your comfiest outfit on you were ready for a relaxing night.

It was all going so smoothly, laying on the floor while an old Disney cartoon played on your laptop and cuddled up to an old deer plush. Red crayon in hand, happily doodling away until it started to burn, dropping it out of instinct. “Huh…” you mumble, maybe it was hand cramp. Attempting to pick it up again, once again you heard the singe of the paper as if touched your skin. This time it was accompanied by the loud static of ah old radio and a bright red light coming from your paper. Scrambling away, plushie in hand you watched as a figure formed at the centre of the light. Then it all stopped. And he was there.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance! I am Alastor, the radio demon, although I assume you knew that since you summoned me! Now how may I be of assistance?”

The large smile plastered across his face wasn’t helping the immense fear you felt, tears burning in your eyes as he held his hand out for you to shake, “Why are you here?” Your voice came out small and weak, cowering away from the self proclaimed ‘Radio Demon’ standing in the middle of your bedroom.

He bent down to meet your gaze, scanning your scared expression. “You don’t…know who I am?” he asked with a confused laugh. The radio filter over his voice wavering momentarily, you shook your head clutching the deer close to you. “Well, that makes things a lot more complicated doesn’t it?” He stood upright once again, pulling you with him.

“Whatever is going on here?” Alastor raised an eyebrow and prodded a few of your drawings and stuffies with his cane, a confused expression written across his face as he did so. He eyed up the pacifier in your mouth and hummed lightly, “aren’t you a little too old for that?” He mused, a smirk on his face. You shook your head, “No…no sir, I don’t think so”. You sounded so scared, so confused. It was almost getting to him. Almost. The picture of innocence stood before him, having accidentally summoned him with simple crayon scribbles. Well he couldn’t not play along! Tilting your chin up with his index finger and examining your features, “how old are you my dear?”

Such an innocent question, such a complex answer. “…4” you’d mumble past the pacifier, then it clicked in him. He’d seen this before in a few of his acquaintances at the hotel, “Why of course! How could I be so silly to think you were anything but I little fawn, well aren’t you just darling” he’d changed his demeanour quite rapidly. Pinching your cheek and straightening out your outfit so it sat right. This was new…and strange, but it felt right. Watching him fuss over you while he led you towards your bed, sitting down on it and patting the spot beside him and not knowing why, you sat next to him.

“My my, someone’s had quite the big day haven’t they?” He hummed, turning to to face him, “and what’s this one’s name?” He asked politely pointing towards your stuffed deer, “…’s called Lena” you mumbled from behind your pacifier. He hummed in content before looking around and spotting your laptop on the floor, “Hm, I see your a fan of those noisy screens.” A sense of distaste in his voice, you watched as he closed the laptop screen with his cane and pushed it to the side. “You’ll be having none of that while I’m here little one, just good old fashioned radio” Alastor proudly declared, standing up and tapping his cane on the floor.

That horrible scratchy static returned until he bonked it once again, it started playing a calming melody. He ruffled your hair and laid you down in your bed, tucking you in under your fleece blankets the music soothed you. It helped you forget your worries of today, helped you forget how scary everything was moments ago when he’d just appeared in your room. Now here he was, humming you a soft tune and sending you off to sleep. “Rest well little fawn. You know where to find me if needed…”

[leila54yks3]

Nightmare CG!Alastor Little!Lucifer

[nostalgiclittlespace]

can you write a fic about CG!Rosie looking after Little!Vox for the day but Vox is jealous that Rosie's paying more attention to Alastor?

(Vox''s little age is 2-3 and Alastor's little age is 0-2)

Sure thing, anon! Here you go, I hope you enjoy :). Al and Vox are needy Littles, but we love them 😁. And Rosie is the perfect CG of course. (I definitely didn’t project my longing for affection and insecurity onto Vox, why would you think that)

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

Title: Double Trouble Word count: 1316

Pairing: Little! Vox & Little! Alastor & CG! Rosie.

Summary: While Rosie is babysitting two Little Overlords, Alastor and Vox, the latter starts to feel left out. Big feelings, minor tantrums, and forgiveness happens.

Double Trouble

The room over Rosie’s Emporium echoed with the squeals and playful madness of the two Little ones Rosie was currently babysitting.  There, they were protected from the gruesome, Hellish nonsense happening beyond the Emporium.  Even for three Overlords, perhaps the three strongest sinners in all Hell, this safety was beyond welcome.

Well, though it was safe, it certainly wasn’t peaceful.  Both Vox and Alastor had the unfortunate habit of discovering trouble.  Luckily, Rosie had grown adept at wrangling them, and keeping them entertained.

At the moment, random toy cars, rattles, tethers, and stuffed animals littered the shared play area.  Rosie, Alastor, and Vox sat amongst the chaotic, playtime mess as well, the latter two crawling and playing wildly.  Rosie, much more composed, handed Alastor his pacifier (he had been attempting to chew his fingers again.)

“Here you go, hun.  Much better, hm?” Auntie Rosie smiled softly, placing the soother into his mouth.

Alastor mumbled something in reply, immediately crawling closer and clambering into her lap.  His incoherent babbling only increased Rosie’s fondness and grew her smile wider still.

Something Vox noticed very quickly.

Crawling over to her, he tugged on her sleeve.

“I wanna play wit’ you more!” he informed her, holding out a toy car for her to steer.

“Okay, darling.  Just a minute, alright?” Rosie smiled at him before returning her attention to Alastor, who had pulled on her collar the moment she paid any attention to the other Little.

Vox pouted to himself, hugging his toy car to his chest.  He didn’t like it when Auntie Rosie gave all her attention to Alastor; it just wasn’t fair!  She was his Auntie too!

Silently, Vox pouted, watching the way Rosie held Alastor in her lap.  The icky feeling lingered and increased every second he watched them.  He just wanted it to be fair, for him to get the attention Alastor did in equal measure.

Looking around the room, he looked for a way to get Rosie’s attention.  His eyes fell on the train set Alastor had been building together earlier that day.  The railroads had been put together, animals and trees on the sidelines, and even several town buildings had been crafted from colorful blocks.

A haphazard, juvenile plan formed in his mind and he wandered to the toy tracks.  Without thinking of consequence, only that Rosie would finally tear her eyes away from Alastor, Vox gave the toy trains a good kick, thus knocking them over with a clatter.

Vox stood over the newly made mess, and before he could really comprehend whether he did the right thing, an unhappy shriek pierced the air behind him.

“Vox!” Rosie called him, her voice stern but not accusatory.  “Did you tip over Alastor’s trains?”

“Yes,” he replied, seeing no point in lying,

“And was it an accident?” Rosie inquired while Alastor whined in disappointment as he surveyed the disaster area.  His pacifier had fallen out of his mouth, Vox noted, and his permanent smile had turned utterly strained.

“No,” Vox answered stiffly.

Rosie stared at him for a moment.  After a few beats, she managed to give Alastor his pacifier back, and he was momentarily appeased.

“Okay.  Why did you wreck Al’s toys then?” she asked, not raising her voice in the least.

Nonetheless, Vox slowly realized that maybe this wasn’t the best path to take.  She only felt bad for Alastor, not for him!  Why wasn’t she caring more about him!?

“Because!” he settled on angrily.

“Was it because of a big feeling?” Rosie asked, taking the outburst in stride.  This wasn’t the first time she had dealt with tantrums, and she knew full and well that they could manifest due to overwhelm.

Considering her question, Vox paused for a moment.  Was seeing Alastor get all the attention causing a big feeling?  Yes, it was.  And one he couldn’t very well explain either.

“Yes,” Vox replied stiffly.

“What kind of feeling was it?  Were you scared, sad?” Rosie’s voice maintained its usual compassion.

“I don’t know!” Vox grumbled, pouting and stamping his foot.  He wrung out his hands and rocked back and forth, trying to rid himself of the sticky, infectious feelings that still lingered.

Luckily, Rosie always knew what to do.  Placing a hand on his shoulder, she squeezed it reassuringly—thus keeping his attention on the present.  The familiar touches ebbed away at the bad emotions a little too.

“How about you color me a picture to show me?” Rosie suggested.

Vox thought for a moment before nodding.  Drawing a picture to show the big feelings they really couldn’t explain had become a frequent activity in their safe haven.  The weight of being an Overlord thrust upon a child often left both Alastor and Vox drained, irritable, or even plain sad.  Rosie’s idea to color the feelings made them a lot easier to understand.  And somehow, she could interpret the colors, the strength of their stroke, and the shapes without failure.

Crawling over to their craft table, Vox snatched a piece of paper, then sifted through the crayons.  Rosie, with Alastor held on her hip, approached the table as well, sitting beside and watching him.

Black and green crayons scribbled across the paper in wild, fast lines.  The colors blended together nonsensically—a stark contrast to Vox’s usual care in his art projects.  

Rosie didn’t say anything until he set all the crayons back into their box.  With his pout not quite gone, he slid the sheet over to her. 

“It looks like you were feeling an awful lot, darling,” Rosie said gently as she admired it.  “What made you feel so upset, hm?”

Vox kicked his foot, staring down at the floor.  

“Al gets all the attention,” Vox grumbled quietly.

“I see.  Were you upset when I was talking to Al and not playing cars with you?”

“Yeah,” Vox nodded. 

Rosie thought for a moment before opening the arm that wasn’t currently holding Alastor.  Vox, feeling a little vindicated, accepted the hug.  With a quick adjustment, both he and Alastor fit perfectly in her arms.

“How about, after Alastor goes down for his nap, we can have some play time.  Just the two of us,” Rosie suggested.

“Really?” Vox inquired.

“Yes, really.  But you will still need to take your nap too, mister.  But I think we can delay it by fifteen minutes.”

“Okay.  T’ank you, Auntie Rosie,” Vox smiled, hugging her again.

“You’re very welcome, hun,” she laughed softly.  “But, first things first; you need to apologize to Alastor, then put his trains back together.  Can you do that?”

Vox nodded, knowing the punishment fit the crime.  It wasn’t even punishment really—it was only fair that he fixed the mess he made.  And Vox only wanted things to be fair after all.

Turning to Alastor, who stared right back with wide doe eyes, Vox said genuinely, “I am sorry I wrecked your train station, Al.  I’ll put it back just the way it was.  Do you forgive me?”

Alastor’s expression and ears quirked in thought for a moment before his head bobbed a short nod.  Crawling out of Rosie’s lap, the little Radio Demon snagged Vox’s hand and toddled them both over to the toys.  Plopping down, Alastor patted the spot next to him, clearly gesturing for Vox to sit too.

Vox gladly obliged, and immediately replaced all the wooden tracks and the plastic wildlife he had toppled.  Rosie followed shortly behind them, watching the two play and make up. 

She tapped Vox on the shoulder, saying, “Good job, dear.  And remember that if you feel left out, you just need to tell me.  I’m sorry if I made you feel like Alastor gets all my attention.”

“I forgive you, Auntie Rosie,” Vox smiled softly. 

He gave her a quick hug, until Alastor pulled on his sleeve, wordlessly demanding that he return his attention to the very important business of trains tracks.  

[beaistiny]

Caregive Alastor Outfit + Moodboard !!!

Slight CW cause Hazbin Hotel is not a kids cartoon <3

I love him actually

[sillys-little-space]

cg! Rosie and agere! Alastor or whatever :3

I didn’t know if I should of posted this on my main or on here :P

I’m sure not a lot of people know but my main is @mistersillyyy ^_^🎀

here’s a lil edit o made as well

[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.

[dreamy-puppy-xo]

CG!Alastor Sick Comfort Stimboard

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[fuzzythoughtspup]

Hazbin…Daycare? 🍼😈🃏

[healingpuppys]

alastor deer petre stimboard

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