#caretaker chloe

[wolfeyedwitch]

Weapons Don't Weep, Part 11

Chloe calls home.

Masterlist

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“Hey, Mom. Yeah, we got it; thank you, as always. I would definitely have gone insane by now without the care packages.”

“Yeah, everything’s… no, you’re right, everything’s not okay. It’s all—”

A sniffle.

“It’s really bad. Like, really, really bad. I know I have the least experience on the team, but this is messing with all of us.”

“Well, by now you’ve seen the news about it. The city, with the protesters, and— yeah, that one. We… we were too late to catch it on the way in, but on the way out…”

“Mom, it wasn’t anything like we were expecting. None of our guesses were even close. It. When we got the door open, it…”

A pause followed, filled with harsh, shuddering breaths. 

“Mom, it was a person.” 

“Yeah. A living, breathing, flesh and blood person. I think this means Hayden wins that bet you guys made, about those rumors of people having superpowers.”

A shaky laugh.

“Yeah. I’m sure Dad is going to make that reference too. But this person, they’re not— they’re not doing this for fun. They didn’t choose this. They’re not… hell. I don’t think they’ve had any real choices for a long, long time.”

“They were chained up in there! They were in that transport, and instead of having a seat, they were chained to the floor like, like how you’d transport a bomb. When Zeke asked their name, they replied with a fucking serial number. And yes, I’m sorry for cussing, but I think this situation warrants a little leeway on language!”

A long sigh.

“No, they haven’t been aggressive. If anything, they’re so damn docile it’s creepy. I don’t know if it’s because of whatever propaganda Government told them about us, or if that’s how they’d act with anyone. They flinch from everything, and I haven’t heard them call anyone anything other than ‘sir’.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how you can help. Add some books on deprogramming brainwashing victims and clothes that’ll fit someone one size up from ‘Holocaust survivor’?  There’s so much, they need so much help, and I don’t even know where to start, Mom. And that’s not even touching on everyone else’s reaction.”

“Well, Zeke seems like he’s sympathetic, but that won’t change his actions if he decides they’re a threat. Riley is being pragmatic, and Tyler is, well, Tyler. It feels like the only person on my side here is the doc.”

“No, I didn’t even think of that. God, I’m so— no, sorry, you’re right, I won’t. No negative self-talk. I was preoccupied and didn’t think of how Zeke is going to have to report this and then we’re going to have the entire network breathing down our necks about them. Better?”

“I know it won’t change anything, but I don’t know how to just stop worrying, Mom. Not everyone is in this because of compassion.”

Another sigh. 

“Yeah, I got the extra from the people who were short-changed in that department. I just wish that caring didn’t hurt so much, sometimes.”

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Sometimes compassion and empathy can be overwhelming. The world is a tough place, and it can be easy to let that get to you. Take care of yourselves, everyone.

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[chaseprice]

lord help me i’m thinking about late ambrprice

[thecommunityfridge]

The Eye Roll

TW: Ageplay, diapers, humiliation, bedwetting, spanking, manipulation

This story was inspired by and costars (with her permission) the wonderful @dearchloe. Go check out her amazing work!

"No, Mister, no way! You have wet the bed five of the last six nights. I am done playing around. Five nights of wet pull-ups in a week means you sleep in the nursery until you can prove you deserve otherwise. No exceptions!" Miss Chloe lectured me as she fought to get me diapered and dressed for bed.

Miss Chloe, the domineering British woman who had shown up at my door one day, declared she was my Nanny, and somehow took over my life like an AB/DL Mary Poppins, wasn't wrong. I had wet the bed five of the last six nights, and I had invoked her prescribed consequence of having to move into my guest room turned nursery until I could prove I could keep my pants dry overnight.

Of course, it didn't matter to Miss Chloe that my accidents had all been her fault.

She had made me drink all that water right before bed every night, because 'I was too dehydrated.' She carefully monitored whether I got out of bed at night, spanking me for getting up before I had 'slept' a full ten hours, because 'I needed to get a good night's rest.'

How was I supposed to keep my pull-up dry when I was spanked every time I made a very necessary midnight run to the plastic potty she kept in her room, the only toilet I was allowed to use?

There was no use in explaining the unfairness of it all to Miss Chloe though. Each time I talked back, I was met with some explanation with infallible logic about how she was right, and I needed to just accept the well-deserved consequences of my actions. It was infuriating.

So, this time, instead of trying to justify my predicament, or talking back as Miss Chloe termed it, I tried a new tactic. I rolled my eyes hard, like a bratty preteen, turned my back on my self-declared Nanny, and said, "Whatever," with as much cool disdain as I could muster.

That was a bad idea.

Miss Chloe immediately rounded on me, getting in front of me, and cutting off any means of escape.

"Oh my! I didn't know my little poppet's eyes were so tired! That was quite the eye roll, Little One!"

I looked at my caretaker confused. Miss Chloe was usually much more in tune with why I did something than this. My eye roll wasn't because I was tired. It was a sign of disrespect and rebellion. It was a manifestation of my frustration with her domineering attitude.

I tried to tell Miss Chloe as much when she immediately cut me off.

"I mean, your eyes ~must~ be tired, because I know that a good little boy like you would never roll your eyes at me on purpose! If that was the case, why, I think you would definitely have to take a trip over Nanny's lap to be reacquainted with Mrs. Spoon!"

I physically swallowed my words. Miss Chloe had proven to be a savant with 'Mrs. Spoon,' and I was not ready to risk her wraith again.

"No! Of course not Miss Chloe, my eyes just must, um, be, very tired! It is bedtime after all!" I responded, backtracking faster than a cat walking in on a room of dogs playing poker.

"That's what I thought, you poor little thing. Let Miss Chloe help with that!"

My Nanny caressed my face as she spoke before placing a hand lightly on my back, leading me into the nursery I had been working so hard to avoid.

"I have just the thing to help those tired, little eyes of yours! Now stay right here!" Miss Chloe directed me, leaving me standing in the middle of the room. Standing there, I couldn't help but feel like the giant changing table, crib, and other furniture was silently standing guard over me as I listened to the warden of my infantile prison rummage through a dresser drawer behind me.

"Found it!" Miss Chloe exclaimed.

I felt her presence approaching behind me before, suddenly, the world went black. Something soft and totally opaque obstructed my vision. I raised my hands to pull the intruding object off my face only to hear as much as feel a loud smack as my hands were batted away.

"Nuh uh, my adorable little poppet. You leave that blindfold on! Those silly little eyes of yours need rest! Covering them and taking a much needed ni-night is the only fix for such worn out little peepers," Miss Chloe's said, her voice circling me as she spoke.

With the blindfold on, I felt so little and vulnerable. Despite this room being in my house for years, it's recent conversion to a nursery made it feel strange and foreign to me. Now, completely blind, I felt more like I was lost in some foreign country than in a room in my own home.

I strained my hearing, trying to catch any details to make me feel more comfortable in the nursery.

From my right, I could hear the soft hiss of the oil diffuser, emitting a soft, lavender scent. Behind me, a light ticking came from the small clock on the wall. From all around me, Miss Chloe's steps sounded soft and muffled by the clean, soft shag carpeting under her feet as she circled me.

"Alright, Little One! Let's get you ready for bed!" Miss Chloe's voice suddenly came from behind me.

Before I could turn, I felt the sharp tug of the shorts and pull-up I was wearing being yanked down from behind me. I felt my cheeks warm as cool air assaulted my exposed groin.

"Step!" Nanny ordered, lightly tapping my right leg.

I complied, lifting my right leg, listening to the crinkle of the pull-up as Miss Chloe removed my foot from my pullies' leg hole.

"Other foot!" Nanny's voice rang out from below me.

Just as before, I raised my leg as Nanny pulled my foot out of my shorts and pull-up. The sound of light rustling of my disposable undergarments my reward for compliance.

"Good job, poppet! You kept your pullies dry all day!" Miss Chloe said with a joy and sincerity in her voice that made her sound more like she was talking to a three-year-old than me, the 30-year-old standing half naked before her.

My blush deepened at her words.

"Thanks, Miss Chloe."

I wished I could see her facial expressions so I could at least guess at what she had in store for me next. Instead, I had to settle for the sharp sound of her hands clapping together.

"Alright, arms up! We're almost ready for jammies!"

With gentle hands, I felt my Nanny lift the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, careful not to knock off the strip of cloth cutting off my vision. I heard Miss Chloe giggle once I was completely naked.

"There's my big boy! All nakey and ready for jammies!"

I felt Miss Chloe's hand wrap around mine and pull me forward. Hesitantly, but trusting that my self-appointed caregiver wouldn't let me hurt myself on accident, I let myself be led to the changing table that I knew from my memory was our destination.

"Hop on up!" Miss Chloe's voice intoned from beside me once we reached the table.

Delicately, I reached out and felt the soft padding and heard the loud crinkle of the plastic covered mattress set on top of the childish piece of furniture. Carefully, I lifted one leg into the table, only to be greeted by more soft crinkles. More confident, I lifted my second leg, getting my whole naked body carefully placed in the table.

I jumped a little as Miss Chloe's soft hands reached out for me, guiding me into the best position on the soft, cold plastic. With each movement of my body, I was reminded of my embarrassing situation by the crinkle of plastic.

Once I was safely on my back, without saying a word, Miss Chloe went to work.

I heard the soft rustle of fresh padding as she grabbed a diaper from under the changing table. The rustle only got louder as she folded and fluffed it.

I heard the sound of skin-on-skin before I felt it. The gentle slap to the side of my ass beckoned me to lift my naked tushy so Miss Chloe could slide the diaper underneath me. Resigned to my fate, I complied with the silent order, listening to the sound of the diaper sliding on the waterproof mattress on the changing table as the babyish garment was placed underneath me.

Still blind to the world, the next sound I heard was the almost imperceptibly noise of powder falling over my crotch. The sweet smell of talcum told me that Miss Chloe intended for me to stay in this padded monstrosity for at least my prescribed 10 hours of sleepy time tonight.

The diaper rustled again as my Nanny folded it up over my loins. The sound of the tapes being pulled and the light pressure of them being pressed flat signaled the end of my humiliating diapering was near.

"Perfect! A perfectly padded and properly protected little poppet!" Miss Chloe announced as I felt her gentle hands help me down from the changing table. "Now to get the sleepy boy into his jammies!"

I listened as Miss Chloe walked to the dresser pulled something out and returned to me.

As she did, I squeezed my legs together, marvelling at the thick feel of the diaper as well as how noisy it seemed in the otherwise quiet nursery. I didn't have long to examine my embarrassing new underwear before my Nanny returned with what was presumably pajamas.

In the reverse of being undressed, I stepped into what I could feel was a soft, fleece footie sleeper. I followed Miss Chloe's soft but firm instructions as she dressed me without question. Being blind to the world adding to my fear of the caring but dominate woman and made me more compliant.

The last noise as I was dressed was the tell-tale whir as the zipper was pulled up from behind me. The familiar noise signalling I was ready to be tucked into the horrible crib for the next ten hours.

"You're so adorable!" Miss Chloe preened as she guided me to the crib, my diaper whispering out my infantile state with each step.

Miss Chloe helped lift me into the tall piece of furniture. She helped me lay down, covering me with a soft blanket, before handing me what was I knew was a comically large baby bottle.

"Drink up!" my Nanny ordered as I heard her slide the side of the crib back in place, locking it with a sharp click.

I lifted the bottle to my lips and filled my ears with the gentle sucking sound that could only come from someone nursing the rubber teat of a bottle. A soft lullaby started playing from above me, signalling that Miss Chloe had turned on the mobile dangling over the bed.

A new click came from by the door, signalling that Miss Chloe had turned out the lights (a pointless gesture given I was already blindfolded).

"Goodnight, my sweet boy! Rest those tired eyes!" my Nanny called out as she shut the door to the nursery, locking me in.

As I lay suckling my bottle, diapered, blindfolded, and locked away in a crib, I couldn't help but relax. Maybe, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep and as I had many times before, Miss Chloe was right, and being put to bed in the nursery wasn't so bad.

[fallenangelicss]

Sweet And Spice

PAIRING | Bridget | Queen of Hearts/James Hook

WORD COUNT | 1957

SUMMARY | Bridget's gone missing. Or at least, Red and Chloe can't find her after they get split up for a class they've been forced into. Worried something irreversible might happen while she's out of their sight, they recruit Ella to help locate her. What they uncover is far from what they thought they'd find.

RATING | General Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply

A/N | First time writing for Descendants, hope you all like it!

EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | Playing With Someone's Hair | @fandombingo | Unexpected Visitor | @anyfandomfluffbingo | "It's Not Like This With Them" | @multifandom-flash | The Jabberwocky | Heal The Cutie | I Did What I Had To Do | Don't You Dare Pity Me | @fandom-free-bingo | Whumper Turned Caretaker | Failure To Remain Impartial | Nervous Laughter | @character-a-character-b | Rivals To Lovers

AO3 LINK | Read Here

“Hey, Ella,” Red called as she saw the younger version of her newfound friend's mum walk out of one of her classes, a hand raised to wave her over. Chloe’s brows pinched together as her eyes scanned between her mother and Red, attempting to decipher what Red could possibly want with her mum instead of her own. Once Ella stepped over to them, Chloe shook herself out of her thoughts and shot Ella a smile, both of them waiting for Red to speak up once again. “Have you seen Bridget? We haven’t seen her since the whole Uliana incident.”

“No, I haven’t seen her either come to think of it,” Ella murmured, taking a quick scan around the hallway the three of them were in before a concerned look made its way onto her face. Chloe couldn’t tell what that look could mean, unexpectedly foreign to everything about this version of her mum. “But I can help you look for her since my next class is with her.”

“Great,” Red exclaimed, a large grin spreading across her face as she hovered around Ella. Still unused to the layout of Auradon or Merlin Academy, Red didn’t know where to begin looking, leaving that up to Ella to decide. Chloe may have a bit more luck in the sense of the direction, visiting Auradon occasionally to see her brother whenever there was an event taking place at the school, but it was still vastly different to what she had come to know. “Do you have any ideas where she could be? Any places that she goes to when she needs to think or… something?”

“Have you checked her dorm?” Ella asked to which both girls nodded in response to, Briget’s dorm being the first place they checked once they were able to get away from one of the classes they had been roped into. That made Ella’s face contort a bit more as she thought of all the unusual places Bridget might be lurking in between classes. She must’ve had a free period, Ella thought. There wasn’t enough time in between classes to hang out or do whatever, there was hardly enough to even go to your locker and get the book you needed. “She might be in the courtyard somewhere. She normally sits out there when she's looking for a new recipe to try out.”

“That’s perfect,” Chloe said, ready to start walking and go looking for Bridget. With how close Castlecoming was, they couldn’t afford for her to leave their sight. As Chloe walked through the hallway, a loud cough caught her attention. Spinning on her heel to see what was up, she came face to face with Ella who was staring at her with a raised brow. Right, Merlin Acadamy was different to Auradon Prep. With a sheepish smile, Chloe asked, “Would you like to lead the way?”

“Sure,” Ella responded with a crooked smile before starting off in the right direction, leading the newcomers to where Bridget could potentially be. They walked for a few moments in silence, Red and Chloe slightly behind Ella’s pacing as they eyed one another, attempting to have a silent conversation as to what Bridget may be doing and how this could be related to the prank that created their future when Ella turned around abruptly, walking backwards as she asked, “Why do you need to find Bridget anyway?”

“Uh,” Red floundered for a second, trying to think of a lie on the spot while Chloe was two seconds away from revealing the truth about everything. The longer they took to answer, the more suspicious Ella grew, her eyes narrowing a bit as her pace slowed, forcing them to shorten their steps to not overtake Ella. “She said she’d show us around to all of our classes but we didn’t know where to meet her after each one so we’re a bit lost.”

“Makes sense,” Ella nodded, spinning back around to lead them out of the school's building and into the large open space the grounds had. Red’s eyes instantly began scanning the area for her mum, hoping to find some pink peeking out from around a corner so she could relax and know her mum was safe. “I could also show you guys around if you ever needed it. Normally they have someone give new students a tour if they come late in the year but they must��ve forgotten to this time.”

“Yeah, must’ve,” Chloe trailed off, joining Red in her search. Ella looked to be the only one who wasn’t actively looking for Bridget, just leading them around and hoping they would stumble upon her, though Ella must’ve had to find Bridget on numerous occasions to not be concerned at all as to where she might be. “Does Bridget disappear often? You just seem really calm even though we don’t know where she is.”

“Bridget’s a big girl, she can take care of herself,” Ella easily supplied, shrugging her shoulders as they continued their search. The more they looked, the more Chloe was beginning to lose hope that Bridget might be in the courtyard, though the grounds seemed to stretch on for ages. If they didn’t find her soon then they might have to try a different location, though Chloe wasn’t sure how much longer Ella could stay with them before she was late for class. They had already been gone for quite a while so there was no doubt in Chloe’s mind that classes had already begun. “That and this isn’t the first time she’s lost track of time and missed a couple minutes of class trying to find something new to bake. I normally always find her in the same spot which should be right around here.”

Just as Ella said it, the three of them rounded a corner, in front of them but still a few metres away was Bridget sitting at a picnic bench, her skirt fanning around her seat as a closed cooking book was placed in the space next to her. Chloe could see the side of her face, a smile on her face as she looked down at something she hadn’t yet taken notice of. Getting ready to call out to the cheerful girl, Chloe was suddenly yanked back by her jacket, the breath leaving her as she was pulled behind the wall they just stepped around. 

“What was that for?” Chloe hissed, looking over her shoulder to where Red was clutching onto her. 

“Look,” Red whispered while pointing at Bridget. Chloe’s head spun back around to see what she was trying to indicate to look at. Squinting her eyes to try and help, Chloe was about to raise another question when she finally spotted what Red was trying to show her. Kneeled just in front of Bridget was Captain Hook. Chloe’s jaw dropped at the sight of Bridget’s hands being held by James Hook as the two spoke to one another.

“We’re too far away to hear what they’re saying,” Ella murmured, crouched on the floor as her head stuck around the corner and tried to get a better look. It was to no avail though as the picnic table and Bridget blocked most of Captain Hook. “We need to get closer?”

“How?” Chloe asked, not seeing any hiding points they could use to their advantage. Chloe didn’t get any form of response as Ella took off in a crouched run to a nearby tree, hiding behind it before Bridget or Hook could get wind of her actions. Chloe was again about to ask another question before Red followed in Ella’s actions, making quick work of getting to the large oak tree and hiding behind it. The two of them looked at Chloe expectantly, waiting for her to join them. Murmuring to herself, Chloe said before she made a quick sprint to the tree, “Here goes nothing.”

Taking quick steps, Chloe almost slammed into Red in her efforts to get behind the tree without being noticed. It seemed it didn’t matter what they did though as Bridget and Hook were too caught up in one another to pay attention to them. 

“You know,” Hook started, reaching a hand up to curl some of Bridget’s hair around his finger. The grin on Bridget’s face immediately widened at the action, a trickle of nervous laughter escaping her lips as she waited for him to finish his sentence. At the same time that Bridget’s laughter reached their ears, Red stiffened next to them, clearly not liking the sight in front of them. “The two of us are going to be awfully late to our next class.”

“If he doesn’t back away I’m going to feed him to the Jabberwocky,” Red hissed, hands scrunching into tight fists.

“That’s okay,” Bridget’s voice came out in an airy sigh, almost leaning into Hook’s hand. She looked completely smitten, like she was hanging onto Hook’s every action and word. “As long as I get to spend time with you away from the others then it doesn’t matter.”

“About that,” Hook sighed, backing up from Bridget only slightly, his hand leaving her hair to once again fiddle with her delicate fingers. Bridget’s brows furrowed at the unexpected retreat, a sombre expression captivating Hook’s face and making her more aware of what was happening. “I’m sorry about the whole Uliana thing that happened earlier. I told her it was pointless to steal your flamingo feathers but you know Uliana; she always has to be doing something she considers wicked.”

“Oh, that’s whatever,” Bridget easily brushed off, her shoulders bunching up in a shrug as she acted like being chased around the school by an angry Uliana who had been turned partly into a flamingo was no big deal. “I tried to warn her but she just didn’t listen.”

“Maybe next time you can save me one of your cupcakes before they get ruined?” Hook suggested, making Bridget grin shyly and her legs to swing back in little kicks.

“Why is he acting like this in front of my mum- Bridget? In front of Bridget?” Red said, having to save herself since they were in front of Ella. The two of them must be starting to look really suspicious since Chloe had also messed up in front of Ella, accidentally calling her mum as well, although she hadn’t been able to save it as gracefully.

“He must not be able to act this way in front of his own friends,” Chloe suggested, baffled by the turn of events that was playing out in front of them.

“Whatever the reason, I don’t like it.”

“Maybe we should leave them be for a bit,” Ella warned, her eyes stuck to the way Bridget and Hooked were glued to one another, their eyes never straying from the other as they spoke, secluded from everyone else. “It feels like we’re intruding.”

“I’ll make sure I bake extra next time,” One of Bridget’s hands lightly flicked to the cookbook by her side, its cover a mixture of pastels. Her lashes seemed to be fluttering wildly at Hook as a soft blush coated her cheeks. Hook’s face remained a mixture of content and smug as his thumb ran along the back of the hand that Bridget let him keep. Shyly, Bridget offered, “Maybe you can help me taste test, James?” “Yep, definitely time to leave,” Red announced, grabbing onto Chloe’s arm and pulling her away before she could hear any objections. Ella chased after them once she realised they were gone, but not after watching Bridget and Hook for a few extra moments. Before Ella caught up enough for her to hear, Red mumbled to Chloe, “I’m not watching as my mum flirts with Captain Hook.”

[theerurishipper]

We're in unfortunate implication nation, baby

The Season 5 finale, with the help of episodes like Chat Blanc and Ephemeral, establishes that Adrien's emotions are to be seen as inconveniences or even seen as potentially dangerous in such a way that they need to be controlled by another person. This validates Gabriel's abuse of Adrien by suggesting that he was right all along to control Adrien, lest he goes out of control by being emotional and destroys the world or something along those lines.

By all logic, the Paris special doesn't portray a true morality swap situation, just a story about the same people with the same capacity for good who have gone down the wrong path, but can be brought back to the light. Everyone who is good in our world is good in theirs, and vice versa, as evidenced by the fact that the terrorist children are going to be redeemed but Chloe is still somehow still evil. Gabriel is among those who are considered good.

The above point is further driven in by the fact that Gabriel is akumatized (I forgot the word used in the special and I'm too lazy to look it up) into Guardian Angel in the special, a phrase commonly associated with caring and protective caretakers of any kind even though his son has become a magical terrorist despite his wonderful parenting, somehow.

Gabriel is akumatized into Guardian Angel by Marinette, and considering the revelations from the Season 5 finale, this works as foreshadowing for her siding with Gabriel and essentially continuing his work of controlling his son. Gabriel is named Guardian Angel by her, and in the narrative, this implies that she validates him as a parent, metaphorically now and literally later.

Considering the lack of morality swapping, her actions in the finale and the fact that Marinette is the writers' mouthpiece, this is the writers' way of informing us of the wonderful parenting abilities of Gabriel Agreste, reinforcing the idea that Mr. Monarch is not evil, just misunderstood.

In fact, the Paris Special has Claw Noir be a murderous villain who is willing to Cataclysm his opponents in a universe where Gabriel is a good father, leading to the conclusion that Gabriel's lack of abuse and control of his son has led him down this dark path. The implication being that he needs to be abused or else he'll become a villain.

And this is supported by the fact that Gabriel akumatizes Chat Noir into an angelic version of himself, complete with the angel wings and white costume and all, showing us that Adrien on his own is prone to becoming a volatile monster and needs Gabriel to keep him line and turn him into the angel he is today.

I hate it here.

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Happy Sunday Evening, have a fic. So, Marco is doing the college thing. The college thing where he can't go to a single frat party without white knighting (affectionate) and getting himself in trouble. That's all well and good until an ER trip after a fight at one of those parties introduces him into a nurse, Elliot, who he just..can't be normal about. OR Nurse Elliot and Bi Disaster Marco. -- This fic was born as a fever dream based on something I talked about with @caressthosecheekbones, so I can't thank her enough. -- Big thanks also to my cheer crew, Chloe (@catdadacd), Aga (@henrysfox), Leika(@softboynick), Alex(@redlipstickandglitter), M(@thighzp), my loves, you helped make this fic better in so many ways. <3 - Tags: Nurse Elliot, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, light bloodplay, Bloodplay, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Caretaking, GreyAce Elliot, Thighs, Thigh Riding, Thigh Fucking, Come Eating, Porn with Feelings

[aceofwhump]

Do you have any gifs of these tropes?

One of my FAVORITE caretaker tropes is when the caretaker steps in front of whumpee to protect them. Not face to face but like if the whumper is in front of both of them, so the caretaker moves in front of whumpee to get them out of view of whumper, take the first hit, etc.

Or even if it’s not fully in front of whumpee. Like if someone threatened whumpee so caretaker takes a step forward, not in front of whumpee to shield them, but in a ‘say that again’ way. As a threat towards whumper.

Or when caretaker puts their arm out. To push whumpee behind them or to stop them from going towards whumper. ITS SO GOOD!!!

Especially if the caretaker is an older brother protecting their little brother. 😌😩

That is one of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE TROPES!!!! EVER!!!!! I love when it happens especially in fanfiction and I die every time. I do have a few gif examples for you too! Please enjoy the following:

Doctor Who - Donna stepping in front of 10 in "The Runaway Bride"

National Treasure Edge of History- 1x10 Owen in front of Tasha

Our Flag Means Death - 1x09 Teach in front of Stede

Merlin 2x04 when Arthur pulls Merlin behind him

Hawkeye 1x04 Clint stepping in front of Kate

Inkheart Dustfinger steps in front of Farid

Superman & Lois 2x02

Agents of Shield 1x07 and 3x09

Lucifer 3x24 when Chloe steps in front of Lucifer

NCIS 1x20

The Magicians Margo and Eliot

The Umbrella Academy

Lost in Space 1x06

[bubblyaquarium]

「 ଳ The Aquarium ଳ 」

system of 30+ || traumagenic || pd affected bodily 22 || white || uses he/it collectively

we're a quoigenic system of 30+ known members. we probably have a handful of undocumented fragments.

we're not going to bother with a dni list, we'll avoid or block those who make us uncomfortable. we do ask that any nsfw accounts to not interact with us. we are pro-endo.

our bestie's system blog: @constellationcollective35 our littles' blog @littlebubblesandco

the hosts:

⋆ Angel ⋆ any pronouns ⋆ 22 ○ primary host ⋆

⋆ Corci ⋆ he/him ⋆ 22 ⋆ secondary host / buffer ⋆

⋆ Circus ⋆ ze/zer + any neos ⋆ 22 ⋆ tertiary host / archivist ⋆ (side blog: @circus-spam)

frequent fronters below cut:

⋆ Eleanor ⋆ she/her ⋆ 25 ⋆ caretaker / social alter ⋆

⋆ Sian ⋆ he/him ⋆ mid 20s ⋆ soother ⋆

⋆ Cain ⋆ he/it ⋆ 22 ⋆ protector / persecutor ⋆ (side blog: @rejected-humanity)

⋆ Pigtails ⋆ she/pom/zig ⋆ 19 ⋆ moodbooster / energybooster ⋆

⋆ AJ ⋆ she/they ⋆ 23 ⋆ sexual alter ⋆

⋆ Chloe ⋆ she/they ⋆ 17 ⋆ ex-host / anxiety holder / peacemaker ⋆

⋆ Rocky ⋆ he/him ⋆ 14 ⋆ anger holder ⋆

⋆ Inky ⋆ it/they/xe ⋆ 18 ⋆ ex-host / depression holder ⋆

⋆ Gray ⋆ they/he ⋆ 19 ⋆ romanticizer ⋆

⋆ Lark ⋆ they/she ⋆ young adult ⋆ spiritual protector / caretaker ⋆

⋆ Mirror ⋆ she/gore ⋆ 20 ⋆ protector / trauma holder ⋆

⋆ Buttercream ⋆ she/her ⋆ ageless ⋆ trauma holder / persecutor ⋆

⋆ Ro ⋆ he/any ⋆ 20 ⋆ no role ⋆

⋆ Jay ⋆ he/him ⋆ 20s ⋆ moodbooster ⋆ (side blog: @the-aquarium-dreamies)

⋆ Ty ⋆ it/he/thing ⋆ upper 20s ⋆ emotion processor ⋆ (side blog: same as Cain)

if you'd like to get to know us better our sp is thebubblyaquaruim, we have the full list of headmates there as well!

[princess-of-the-corner]

Sorry, had a thought or two to share XD

Was musing on the M-Trio and realized how well it works that Nino is the one to flip out at Lila. Cos like, hear me out here:

Alya & Chloe are fairly fearless & acclimate to danger very quickly. They also tend to solve their problems by going on the offensive. & with Alya always loving super heroes & Chloe being raised to be ruthless, both embrace the dangers & risks of the job gleefully.

In contrast, Nino is someone who embodies the idea that courage is overcoming fear not an absence of it. He's a natural caretaker and while not prone to paranoia like Marinette we know how deeply he cares and how quickly he cane work himself up over his loved ones.

Meaning Lila running around claiming to be a super hero gets under his skin like nothing else. Here she is endangering herself her family, his friends, and potentially all their families if her claim make Hawk Moth start poking around their class more than he already has done.

No wonder he exploded, he's been simmering on the worst case death scenarios since she started while Alya & Chloe are mostly just like "Tsk, wanna-be glory hound."

Honestly yeah I also think like.

So from Alya's POV she's annoyed and all, but she can easily shut down Lila's sphere of influence, so to speak. Like, Lila's claims of being bffs with Heroes won't really leave the classroom because Alya won't post it on her blog (both because she knows it's false, but also because she has better perspective in this timeline to know that even if it was true she shouldn't do that).

Chloé is also annoyed but she's.... kinda used to this shit and doesn't exactly care? People are going to make up whatever the hell they want to get what they want. She comes from a world of half-truths and loopholes and twisting words to get what you want. She might have a better morality now to know that this isn't 'okay', but it's currently entirely benign so she's not inclined to deal with it just yet.

But yeah Nino is the one who is very protective of the people he sees as 'his' and he would be upset about this. Both the larger endangerment of her 'knowing the Heroes' lie, but moreso the direct 'she's manipulating my friends'. I think he'd initially try to be more chill and talk to her kindly in the first place, when her lies are just 'I know X celebrity so please be friends with me!' vibes. But when she starts doing more direct manipulation of them into doing what she wants, that's when he snaps

[pinkpastels113]

bechloe/staubrey headcanons??

sooo i just spent an unhealthy amount of time trying to figure out and find if i had ever done this before and im shocked to find out that i haven't?? in all my 3.5 years of being in the fandom? how is that possible?? okay so:

bechloe:

they are definitely the sunshine x grumpy storm cloud couple. chloe is a morning person and beca is not- literally if they have to travel somewhere with an early a.m. flight chloe would go to sleep early the night before and beca would just stay up bc it's easier than having to force her brain to wake up at 4 in the morning.

beca has a habit of overworking herself bc she's not paying attention to the time or what she's eating/if she is eating at all when she's in the zone and after she passes out one time, chloe has given herself the title of being her personal caretaker, forcing beca to listen to her and answering her texts and calls even when her phone is on do not disturb.

chloe is a picky eater and beca would roll her eyes but eat her "leftovers" whenever she would pick something off her plate and give them to beca whenever they're at a restaurant or something

beca gets lighter on her eyeliner the longer she's with chloe and looks less like the alt girl in freshmen year bc you pick up the same style as your significant other the longer you are with them/the more you like them

beca's the little spoon but if chloe's having a hard day she would be the big one. she secretly adores it bc chloe would usually just lay on top of her and slowly stop crying the more she strokes her hair, usually ending up with chloe drifting off

beca's go to drink is whiskey (with and without coke) and chloe would usually have something that is fruity with vodka in it. beca would drink chloe's but chloe cannot drink beca's bc "ew bec that is so bitter my tongue feels funky :(( " but it's weird bc if they want to take shots together it's with tequila?? i dunno

chloe is the more messy one in the relationship i fear.

chloe takes beca's last name when they get married.

staubrey:

uptight girlie x open and loose and go with the flow type

aubrey first found that she likes girls through her fleeting crush on chloe in her first years at barden uni, stacie has known since she's like 7

both are really smart. i will not take the slander against stacie's intelligence

stacie will do aubrey's nails whenever they are alone and every single time would kiss each fingertip whenever they're dry "to last longer"

started as a situationship but eventually found their happy ending!!

aubrey is very much the girl boss at work but i just a baby type whenever she goes home to stacie

stacie sleeps in just an underwear and aubrey is a bit of a blanket hogger but she's trying her best bc!! her gf!! is mostly naked!! and she doesn't want her to be cold!!

stacie is the one who helps aubrey work through her daddy issues and instead of "like my dad always says" it becomes "like my girlfriend always says"

aubrey gets jealous of stacie's exs but eventually stops bc stacie doesn't even talk to them anymore and unfollowed all of them on socials when they finally start dating

aubrey’s name in stacie’s phone is “blondie army general” for the longest time

[turtlesystem]

˚☽˚.⋆ introduction

Preface

Good evening,

We are the Turtle System. We created this account for the sake of connecting with others with shared interests and conditions! This is primarily a mental health and/or interest-centered account.

We have a horde of mental disorders, but we talk about our autism and DID on here most often (privileged to have a diagnosis)! We ask that you take this into consideration when interacting with us, using tone indicators and treating us with patience, respect, and kindness.

Collectively, we present and identify as a man. Please refer to us by he/him. Individual alters may go by different pronouns, but please specify that you’re referring to those alters specifically.

We use the terms alters and headmates. We refer to ourselves both as a system and collective, depending on who’s fronting and the context.

Thank you and happy reading!

Headmates/Alters

Frequent Fronters

🍃🍀; YJ/Bruce

he/him ♂

ANP

teenage

otherkin

hobbies: art (traditional and digital), reading, writing, making fictional languages, worldbuilding, video games, urban exploring(!!)

fun fact: aspiring visdev illustrator! wish me luck on art school admissions...

🚘🚨; Arlo

they/he/xe (genderflux)

social protector, anger holder

teenage

hobbies: doodling, surfing the Internet, writing, video games

fun fact: I dislike the smell of cheese and I’m also the most active online >:D

🌨️🏙️; Clark

he/him ♂

role unknown

teenage

hobbies: making poorly drawn comics

fun fact: eh, none

Less Frequent Fronters

🦣🐻; Spencer

he/him ♂

caretaker

adult

human

hobbies: reading, culinary arts, planning for the future in a non-anxious manner

fun fact: I love rainbow trout! 😊

🪽🐮; Stephàn

he/it ♂

adult

nonhuman (angel)

hobbies: listening to rap music(?)

fun fact: this is the dollar store, how good can it be /ref

🍶🫖; Vera

prefers no pronouns used, but they/it is okay; agender

adult

nonhuman

hobbies: laying down

Younger Headmates

🐳🐇; William

he/bun ♂

hobbies: arts and crafts, watching cartoons, accumulating stuffed animals, sleeping, building LEGO stuff

fun fact: i like fish talk to me about fish please talk to me about fish

👽🏎️; Mace

he/xe ♂

nonhuman (gray alien)

hobbies: drawing

fun fact: I wish I had cool electricity superpowers

🐶🧸; Logan

he/him ♂

nonhuman (puppy)

hobbies: swinging on the swings and exploring outside!

fun fact: either way too hyper or way too sleepy, no in-between

🍡🍮; Chloe

not interested in this platform, but wants to make their presence known

We have other headmates, but they may not appear on this platform.

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Media:

Avengers

Tolkien

Star Wars

X-Men movies

Assassination Classroom

Mulan 1998

Fullmetal Alchemist

Death Note

Creepypasta

Pokemon

Yaelokre

Academics:

History

Geography

Science (specific types: human biology, geology, zoology, botany, astronomy, nuclear chemistry/physics)

Linguistics

Video Games:

Stardew Valley

The Legend of Zelda

Minecraft

Omori

Indie Horror Games

Hades

Friday Night Funkin

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🐢 Turtle System

[generalluxun]

#I love Queen Bee who is both the most annoying fan but also the most aware caretaker of our birned out bug girl

Is it wrong I wanna see a Bee/Bug AU where Chloe's ID didn't get revealed right off the bat and this was their dynamic?

It would be cute! CN wouldn't be required to carry all LB's water so their partnership could be equal too.

And Chloé has the value of taking care of others reinforced

[narcosfandomdiscord]

Narcovember Masterlist

As mentioned in the OG event post, bc tumblr caps a post at 50 hyperlinks and tagging a blog creates an additional hyperlink, we’ll be crediting writers by including their tumblr handle without @-ing them for now. So there’ll only a link to the fic. HOWMever at the end of the event, there will be another masterlist of every writer who participated throughout the month so their blogs and other fanworks can be found :)

Day 1

Flying In (Chapter 3) | Mayans MC/Narcos Crossover ft OC Lara Losa | 1 - Book of Genesis (by drabbles-mc)

One Good Thing | The Last of Us - Tess/Joel | 24 - Book of Revelations (by our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Wise People | Narcos - Horacio Carrillo/OC Kiara Nash | 12 - Book of Balancing In Between (by proceduralpassion)

Day 2

Desperate | Sons of Anarchy - Jax Teller & OC Claire Morrow | 13 - Book of In Urgent Need of Assistance (drabbles-mc)

Whispers of the Nile | FBI - OA Zidan/Tiffany Wallace | 7 - Book of Time Travel (proceduralpassion)

Score! | Ted Lasso - Ted Lasso & Trent Crimm | 15 - Book of How tf Did We Get Here (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 3

Missed It | TG Maverick - Bradley "Rooster Bradshaw/Reader | 26 - Book of Abduction (drabbles-mc)

It's Me and You, Forever | Narcos - Steve/Connie Murphy | 2 - Book of Fuck-ups (proceduralpassion)

I'll Think of You | Narcos Mexico - Walt Breslin & Pablo Acosta | 25 - Book of Reciprocity (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 4

Untouchable | Sons of Anarchy - Herman Kozik/OC Tawnie Trager | 23 - Book of Just Chaos (drabbles-mc)

Go To Sleep, And Dream of Pain | Little Shop of Horrors - Seymour Krelborn & Audrey II | 21 - Book of Nerves of Steel (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 5

Here On Out | Bikeriders - Benny/Kathy Cross | 8 - Book of These Damn Restraints (drabbles-mc)

Strangers To Friends, Friends Into Lovers, And Strangers Again | Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley | 30 - Book of There's No Place Like... (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 6

Hell-Bent | Ted Lasso - Rebecca Welton & Leslie Higgins | 21 - Book of Nepo-Baby Levels of Incompetence (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 7

Float | Narcos: Mexico - Amado Carrillo Fuentes/Marisol | 2 - Book of Fuck-Ups (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 8

The Jackal | The Day of the Jackal - Charles "The Jackal"/Nuria | 11 - Book of Pit Stops (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 9

Casual (AO3 only) | Narcos - Amado Carrillo Fuentes/Pacho Herrera | 3 - Day of Stuff That Goes in the Junk Drawer (anonymous)

Vulnerable | Lempicka - Tamara de Lempicka/Rafaela | 27 - Book of Caretaking (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 10

In A Sky Full of Stars | Before Your Eyes - Benjamin Brynn/Chloe | 7 - Book of Time Travel (our-future-is-up-to-us-2)

Day 11

Just Like Old Times | Top Gun Maverick - Jake "Hangman" Seresin/F!Reader | 17 - Book of Inception (drabbles-mc)

Day 12

Perspective | Mayans MC - Bishop Losa/F!Reader | 12 - Book of Balancing In Between (drabbles-mc)

Day 13

Until the Day You Don't Come Back | Narcos: Mexico - Andrea Nuñez & David Barrón | 14 - Book of Decisions, Decisions, Decisions (hausofmamadas)

[ao3feed-gav900]

Detroit Become Human - Reverse College AU

https://ift.tt/XCYGO95 by eleanorfromouterspace A reverse-au where androids are humans and humans are androids, set on the University of Michigan campus. Connor and Richard - aka Nines - Anderson, twin brothers and both sophomores at the college, are about to have their worlds turned upside down when two new androids enter their lives. Connor finds himself under the constant watchful eye of an HK-700 caretaker model android, specially designed by Chloe Kamski and his father, David, in order to steer him - as everyone around him always seems to be putting it - 'in the right direction.' A response to his growing list of destructive habits, the HK has been sent to monitor Connor's every move. Will he learn to appreciate it's guidance, or turn inward even further at the notion of somebody - or something - caring about him? Nines, working himself to the bone every day and night, has a chance encounter with a GV-200 model patrol android that he can't seem to stop running into, and he can't help but notice how more and more human the thing seems to act the more they meet. Will he report these suggestions of deviancy, or befriend - or more - the gangly android monitoring the streets outside of his apartment? --- My first fic in a long long longggg time. Words: 8635, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Richard Anderson, Connor Anderson - Character, Nines, Nines Anderson, Human Connor - Character, Android Hank - Character, android gavin - Character, Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed's Cat, Sumo (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human), Human North - Character, Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Kara (Detroit: Become Human), Human Kara - Character Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor, Connor & Gavin Reed, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor & Sumo (Detroit: Become Human), Connor & Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Connor & Kara & Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Richard Anderson & Connor Anderson, Nines & connor, Connor & North (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Markus/Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Connor/North (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: reverse au, android human swap, humans are androids, Androids Are Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe, AU, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Angst, Romantic Fluff, Comedy, Violence, Some Humor, Human Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Human Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Android Hank Anderson, Upgraded Connor | RK900 is Called Nines, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Daddy Hank Anderson (Detroit Become Human), gavin is an andriod, ill add more tags maybe ???, probably, idk - Freeform, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Suicide

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Caretaking

Taylor and Nick are staying together in an AirBNB in London, during RWRB filming. On the way back to the house one night, Nick get's mugged, naturally Taylor is worried, wants to take care of Nick, but can not ignore how good those bruises make Nick's cheekbones look. And boy does this one get dirty, it's for all my fellow freaks, so strap in.

This was a fever dream that started because of a conversation with Chloe (@doublecheekeddiaz), so huge shoutout on that end, for yelling with me and inspiring me. <3

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Tags: Subby Masochistic Top Nick X Bratty Sadistic Bottom Taylor, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Edging, Ruined Orgasm, Bruises, Choking, Painplay, Mild Painplay, Aftercare, Mild Blood, Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Power Bottom, Submissive Top

[l3irdl3rain]

Im asking this in good faith i promise 😭 but is it pricey to be a caretaker for older animals? I've played with the idea of doing something similar because I think older animals are so charming but I worry about how costly health problems at the end of life can make it 😬

It's definitely not cheap. I think one at a time could be doable for me, but definitely not as many as I have at any given moment. I'm only able to afford it because I get all my vet care for free and I just have to pay for the medications.

Just as an example, in the two months I had Anders we did a couple hundred dollars worth of bloodwork. I'm gonna say probably $400 or more. His medication for those two months cost me $100. Obviously he was an extreme case because of how sick he was, but it's something to keep in mind.

I will say is that often times (depending on the medical condition) you can get your pet stabilized to a point that it's actually not all that expensive. As an example, Chloe lived for years with kidney disease. Her medication was maybe $15 a month and her blood work only had to be done every 6 months or so for the first 2 years. Obviously though it eventually got worse and became more involved and expensive to treat. That's just kind of what happens as they age.

There are rescues that adopt out as sort of permanent fosters, where they cover the costs of vet care. There's also pet insurance that I know some of our clients at the clinic swear by.

I wish more people would take in senior pets, but it's also not a decision to make lightly because of the financial aspect. It'd be a good idea to have some money set aside as emergency vet fund before taking in a senior pet (or frankly, any pet).