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Goodnight, my angel Now it's time to dream And dream how wonderful Your life will be

Loves any nicknames or titles. Sim, Simmy, Angel, Mama, Dada, Baba... anything

Calls you tons of nicknames all the time. Fledgling, Little Angel, Darling, Sweet Child, My love, Baby, Little One... the list could go on and on and on.

Very soft/soothing cg, soft music and soft toys and warm cuddles

Always prepared. He has a bag of nesessities somewhere on him at all times. Paci, toys, blankie, snack, game, new clothes, baby wipes, a drink, anything you may need.

SUPER protective especially because you're in the devildom! likes to have a hold on you at all time to make sure you are safe

I feel like he smells really soft and clean like fresh sheets and warm feathers...

He brings to mind an image of soft linnen clothes and older wooden toys, a soft rug and a clean room.

LOVES doting on you. Holding a bottle, helping you pick clothes, giving you a bath, it all makes him feel so fufilled

Definetley a "gaurdian angel" type. Always has an eye on you and is checking on you

Not quite strict but is very invested in keeping routines. Same time for bathtime at night, same day going to the park every week, meals at a regular time.

Lots of soft stuffies and toys. Those soft blocks, chewies, plushies.

Holds you so softly especially if you have an ouchie or a tummy ache, rubbing whatever hurts until it feels better

Sings occasionally, very softly. Usually just hums. Very soft musical <3

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Loves calling you nicknames. Bub, Bubba, Cub, Kiddo, Little one, Tiny, Bug, Goofball, Sleepy head, anything he comes up with

In turn he will be happy with anything you call him! He is a little uncomfortable with parental names, though. His favorite are Bee/Buzz and Bubbie

LOVES carrying you around oh my gods. Always has a hand on some part of you so you dont stray too far.

It makes him happy that him being so big makes you feel small and safe

Actually gives Mama Bear energy, nobody messes with you if Beel is nearby

Very active caregiver! Wants to wrestle and rough house and play outside alot. But he is always so aware of how much stronger he is than you.

Loves going out to parks or to explore with his tiny.

Keeps anything you give him :]

The only person he shares his food with is his baby. They need nutrients to grow, you know.

Literally gets a oversized bedside bassinet for you if you are small enough. If you're bigger, still wants tou close at night. He has nightmares or losing you like Lilith, having you close makes him feel better

Loves putting you in his clothes because they absolutely swallow you up no matter what! He's a big strong demon who's bigger than any human, even if you are plus sized or tall, his clothes swallow you up like a little baby.

Pretends to eat you up to make you giggle :((

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Probably the only brother who KNOWS what agere is before you tell him! Bro is chronically online he has seen it all

Not really one for nicknames in general. Uses a shortened version of your name usually, but will also call you bud/guppy

Similarly not super into CG titles. Prefers just Levi or Nii-san (兄さん).

Gets a new rug thats extra plush so when you both end up in the floor it won't be as painful

Always has one ear out for you, even if he gets super invested in his games! Sometimes he may forget you are there and start yelling at the screen though...

Watches all kinds of shows with you and even lets you cuddle!

Keeps snacks for you in his room, even if the sippy cups take up alot of room in his mini-fridge.

Best with Teen or Toddler regressors! Teens just GET™ him, and toddlers are easily entertained... He holds onto toddlers with his tail.

Makes the (second only to Belphagor) BEST blanket forts. All kinds of pillows and warm blankets and candy and TV shows

Does not know what a bedtime is. You have to put HIM to bed when you get sleepy...

Will let you lay on his chest while he sleeps in his tub though....

Online people who bully reressors? Wish them well he is absolutley demolishing anyone who makes his MC upset. It is NOT weird or gross!

Beach trips are rare but IF you go to a pool or beach trust he is the BEST to go with. gets you cute little floaties and swims with you, builds sandcastles, shows you the fishies. its one of the only times he ISNT insecure about not being a good enough caregiver

Any gear he gets you is gaming or ocean themed.

always tries so hard to be good enough, he is so worried he is not doing enough for you :[

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It was afternoon in Pentagram city, and you found yourself in the lounge of the Hazbin Hotel. The idea of redemption is... a bit ridiculous in your mind, but well, its better than the streets of hell. You even have a private room, and its much easier to hide your stuffie and paci if you have a whole room. Regression was a big secret in your life, a trauma responce from childhood as much as a coping mechanism.

The moment you first stepped into the hotel, everyone had compared you to the bartender - Husk - you look sortof alike and act alike, apparently. You kept away from the bar, too many bad memories of slurred words and tainted breath and thrown bottles.

Every time you close your eyes you can see your stepdads and Mum arguing, alcohol bottles across the floor and a full ashtray. You never met your dad, your mum claimed he was some older "hot" man she met at a casino, a master gambler and bartender and one of her many one night stands. Apparently, you acted a lot like him, not that you would know. Your mum never wanted to be a mum, you knew that from toddlerhood. She would leave you home alone all night to party, and had enough men back home that made you feel unsafe. It was lonley, all alone, and that continued into your adulthood. You fell into a different type of addiction, never getting close to anyone, and worked yourself to a lonely death in your early twenties. It was a while ago now, but you still can't quite seem to figure out how to make and keep freinds.

You had been at the hotel a little more than a month now, and you had been trying really hard to fit in, even if it didn't feel like it was working. Angel was a bit too much sometimes - even if you adored Fat Nugget - and Cherri made your head ache, Charlie was over enthusiastic and still doesn't quite understand physical boundaries, Vaggie was nice but scary, and Alastor gave you bad vibes. Nifty was the only successful freind, even if she was quite odd, she was nice to you, calling you a kitten more than one time, not that you know why. The new people at the hotel was a lot, and you often ended up alone in a corner just watching everything.

Today, that corner was a little booth across from the bar. You felt small all morning, ears twitching more to every sound, eyes wider but only someone truly watching would notice. You had laid your head in your arms, comfort blanket around your shoulders as you idly watched the feline bartender behind the counter. You felt this pull sometimes, wanting to crawl behind the bar and hide with him, to be tucked into big wings like a chick, to lay in a little nest by his feet and bat at his tail like a kitten while he worked.

Distracted by your own soft thoughts, indulgi g that deep longing for a Daddy you never met in life, you dont notice Husk quirk a brow at your gaze on him. Of course the older man had noticed how similar you seemed to him, but you can't be his kid, he never had kids, didn't think himself worthy. It was only a week ago when he ran into an ex on the streets of hell, when she laughed about a kid she had that was definitely his, how she was glad she got rid of them as soon as possible, that he had concidered... and Niff, of course, had known somwhow. She would call you his kitten to anyone's face. Annoyingly, somehow even Alastor and Charlie had found out, done some digging with thier stupid connections. Charlie had come by the other day with some notes about your life, and it hurt him to the core to read the agony you endured. Nobody to love you, nobody to save you from your own thoughts. He wanted to protect you even more now- god he is going soft in this hotel.

Back to the present- you blinked when a shadow approached your secluded table. It was Husk, with two glasses of what looks like a liquor and ice. You blinked up at him, confused and trying to shake the heavy fog of childishness from your brain. He sniffed the glass as if to check before passing one to you, and to your surprise it was apple juice. Unconsciously, you make a soft little sound, holding the glass with both your clumbsy paws as you sipped. Shyly, you mumble a thank you, as the bartender- oh he is sitting with you?

He sighs, something is off with you but he can't tell what - drugs maybe? But he needs to talk to you, so he starts, sipping his own whisky.

"So, [y/n]. We.. we need to talk."

He could see how you freeze, your own ears - so similar to his own - folding back in ehat must be unease.

"It's- Look it's nothin' bad. I... Charlie did some diggin' like the overeager demon she is. Found out some things, yea? She told me... told me somethin' I never thought was possible. She told me that I was a Dad, against everythin' I knew in life. An old fling had a baby without me knowin'." He pauses, and you just watch him, listening but not understanding where he was going, "[Y/n], she told me y'ur that kid, and gave me some papers on how y'ur life went."

You freeze. Eyes widening before filling with tears that he was not expecting. You practically shrank in on yourself, and it breaks his frozen heart. He might not understand it yet, might not have been there in life, but every paternal instinct he didn't know he had flared at that lost look in your eyes.

He sighs again, ear twitching at someone talking behind him, stupid gossips. He whips around, almost hissing at them, before making up his mind.

"Come on, kid, gonna find someplace more private for this." He didn't wait to grab your paw, hauling you up beside his frame, shielding you with one wing as he stalks to his own room. You squeak and stumble after him, shocked into silence, stumbling after him. His tail flicks in annoyance, huffing as he opens his door and you freeze. "Y' don't have to be afraid, kid. I'm not gonna hurt you, just wanna talk without those fuckin gossips spreadin' our buisness everywhere, yea?"

You just nod silently, letting him guide you into his room. It is surprisingly clean, big bed with card motifs on the blanket, lots of pillows, his feathers scattered around. Maybe he cleaned before this, who knows. Anxiously, you start to chew on the claw of one paw, reminding the old man of a toddler. He sighs and groans as he sits on the bed beside him, and you sit obediently.

"What's up with you, you're extra quiet. I'm not that scary, bud-" he attempts to joke, lighten the mood, to get that sad look off your face. You shift, nervous, but... he said he is your Daddy, maybe he will be better than Momma was... so you whisper out your secret.

".... words 'r hard cuz... cuz 'm feel littl'..." you pause, anxious, because what if he says your gross or- but that thought is cut off by an affectionate chuckle.

"Little? Well you are pretty small, kit, y' look like a strong wind could send you flyin'" he murmurs, before softening further. "But I'm assumin' you don't mean physically, huh? How long you been feelin' small, bub?"

It nearly shatters your façade, he talks to you so softly, so full of affection and love. You blink away tears, rubbing at your eyes shyly.

"S-since... before died. Feel teeny sometimes, good an bad..." and then even softer "'cuz Momma was no good... sayd shoulda never had m'... that nobody could love m'... so jus spend always alone..."

It's very obvious to the older feline at this point your mother was a bitch, but that sentence? The fear in it? It makes him seethe. But right now you don't need anger, you need someone to stay, and he sure as fuck will.

"Well, your momma is a liar, kit, Papa didn't know before, but I do now, and I ain't never lettin' my little one go now." He easily pulls you onto his lap, settling you against his chest like a natural. You squeak, but he can feel you melt into him and it makes his heart swell. He hums softly, rumbling in his chest that might have been a purr even if he denies it. You bury yourself into him, and he bounces his knee, making you feel somehow even tinier.

"Do you know how old, bub?" You blink up from his neck, anxiously gnawing on your lip, holding up two small fingers. He doesn't flinch, just shifting to hold you closer.

"Just a tiny kitten, then, hmm? Papa's got a long time to make up for with his kiddo." He nuzzles your head, trying to not overwhelm you. "Papa has one more question, kit, do you have anything for when you feel like this?" You sniffle into his fur, appreciating the warmth against your own fur.

"Paci an [stuffie]... m' stuffie... in m' room..."

He hummed, shifting to lay you in the center of his bed, petting your head once before rising.

“You stay right there, Papa will get your things quick.” He cooed, huffing affectionately at your frown. He felt oddly warm at the clingy gesture, he felt needed. The only problem is he didn't see Angel coming up the stairs..

You can hear Angel looking for Fat Nugget, but you are content to curl up in Papa's bed, tiny and loved for the first time.

"It's… it's still raining. Why is it still raining? I did what I was supposed to... That's not fair" ~ Jack Stauber

It was supposed to be a good day. You woke up small, excited, Papa had promised you could go to the beach and boardwalk, saying he knew a place where we would have privacy and no meanies could find you. But as soon as you cracked your eyes open, the dull ache in your head dampened your excitement, but you were convinced it would still be a good day. You eagerly crawled out of your little nest, ecstatic to get ready, when the outside caught your attention. It was raining. Trying to shake off the creeping feeling of dread, you still had Papa all to yourself for the day after all, you grab your favorite stuffie and sneak towards his room, intending to crawl into his nest with him. Pushing open the door you know something is wrong. Papa wasn't there. Papa was always home if he knew you were small. climbing into his nest, it was cold. He probably had left after tucking you in last night, but that... doesn't make any sense. He promised to go out with you, as a reward. Because you were being so good. He promised. But he left. Did you do something wrong? Did he think you were not good anymore? Was he upset with you?

Your own tears dripping onto your hand brought you out of your head. You sniffle, suddenly you don't want to be in his nest anymore. You shakily pace out of his room. down the hall to your big room. You weren't supposed to use your phone when you're small if it wasn't an emergency, Papa was always worried you would see something bad, but it certainly feels like an emergency. Scrolling through your contacts was like a heavy stone in your tummy. Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean were probably with Papa, all your big friends didn't know about your Papa or your regression... until a contact caught your eye. Gabriel He was another angel- He was a friend, and he was always super nice to you. Clicking the call button was scary, but being all alone was scarier. One ring..... Two rings.... and then it clicked and connected, a rush of loud sounds from the other end, as well as a loud greeting. The sudden noise pulled a whine from your throat, and almost instantly the response from the other end of the phone changed. There was the sound of a door closing, and the loudness was muffled, and Gabriel sounded softer as he responded. "Y/N? Sweets are you alright?" It took a moment for you to collect your words, stumbling over your own speech. "Uncle Gabriel.... Papa's gone... we was suppose'd t' go out..." If you could have seen him on the other end of the phone, the arc angel practically melted at your soft, despondent voice. He cooed into the phone, already making a mental note to scold Castiel later. "That sounds pretty scary, fledgeling. How's about I come over for now, and we can problem solve together?" With your soft hum of approval, he appears in your room in a flurry of feathers, clicking off the phone and scooping you up into his arms.

He was quick to take you into the living room, letting you sniffle and nuzzle closer to him, settling on the couch with you in his lap. “Now, how about you start from the beginning, jellybean” He prompts softly, rubbing your back gently. “Las’ night Papa promic’d we could go t’ the beach t’day cuz he said I been good, but but when I got up m’ head hurt n is rainin an an Papa not home-” Another whimpery cry bubbled up, prompting you to bury your face back against the angel’s chest. He coos softly, running a hand up and down your back gently. “That sounds like a terrible morning, kiddo, but Uncle Gabe is here now, and I won’t let the nasty weather and those mean thoughts of yours trouble you anymore.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and the dull ache in your head disappears. He scoops you back up, setting you on the counter as he sets about the kitchen to make you something to eat. For a fun-loving party animal of an arc angel, he was quite good with kids. He chattered on, entertaining you as he made something simple he was sure you would eat, plating it and handing it to you on the counter. Despite how uneasy you felt about your Papa being missing, Gabriel had distracted you enough for you to happily eat the food. “Alright Munchkin, why don’t you show me what shows you like huh?” Gabriel proposes, scoping you back up onto his hip, crossing from the kitchen to the living room and dropping back onto the couch with you. He flicks on the TV just as the apartment door creaks open, startling both you and your current babysitter, until you notice a familiar trenchcoat and head of brown hair. You are torn between hiding against Gabriel, because he had left, and running over to tackle him in a hug, because he came back. Gabriel on the other hand, tightened his hold on you slightly. He loves his little brother, don't get him wrong, but seeing you so distraught had made him feel protective, those old guardian angel instincts kicking up, and Cas had been the one to hurt you.

Castiel’s blue eyes scan the room on instinct, doing a double take as he notices his brother and little on the couch.

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I believe the system would be TERRIBLE just like the actual foster system and CPS. Like you're telling me an adults with the mentality of children won't be abused just as much as actual kids? Laughable

fake ids are BOOMING market. Don't want to be seen as a leader at work just because of your Classification? FAKE Neutral ID. Want to be able to do anything on your own just bc your a little doesn't mean you're helpless? FAKE NEUTRAL ID

on that note, there is definitely an imbalance in society. Some people ARE permaregressors, but many littles only have to drop once a week on average, and socially, they're all treated like children. Some caregivers are more strict and some are more soft, but they're treated one in the same

sub-classification testing!!! Are you a Papa CG? A Mama? A big brother/sister? Doesn't matter your gender a guy can be a Mommy and a woman could be a Dada, it's more the role you offer in the family unit. Along with that- Baby (0-2) Toddler (3-5) Kid (6-12) and Teen (13-18) regressors, and each person has thier own age range but most fall within these categories?? Big Brother teen/kid regressors! Baby regressors that only have to drop about a day a week, Perma-teen regressors!!!

Like 60% of society is Neutral. An even 20/20 Cg/Regressor.

(I borrowed instincts and scent from all the Hybrid AUs, but I like how they fit.) Caregiver instincts when they hear crying! They need to protect the kid! Regressors instincts flaring up when someone is yelling/causing a scene, having to resist the urge to run away and hide because they are pretending to be Neutral. A little finds that one friend, in particular, always smells like safety. It turns out they're actually a cg also hiding their classification. Family units!! Littles that climb into thier cgs beds bc it smells like safety. Cgs that press kisses to thier littles heads, catching that soft baby smell, or just the scent of thier kid.

Caregiver Jason Todd who tells everyone he's a Neutral because he doesn't feel worthy of taking care of anyone ^ he channels all his Caregiver instincts into crime alley itself, making it actually one of the best places to be even with the crime. Littles and kids are protected and shielded, any kids or littles doing crime to survive are offered safe housing away from the system. If you hurt littles/kids you deal with Red Hood and nobody wants that.

Caregiver Shiro struggling not to smother the rest of the team, struggling to not baby them and fuss over them. Allura letting him fuss over her mice so that he has an outlet for his instincts.

Simulteniously Pidge never actually geting tested and suddenly dropping one day after a mission, terrified and confused because his whole family is neutrals?

My Hero universe not letting littles be heros, and Aizawa refusing to tell anyone about his regressor students, but telling them his home is always open if they need a caregiver.

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