#caretaker is a reluctant master

[whumped-by-glitter]

Okay, hear me out....

A caretaker with an extremely conditioned whumpee.

Caretaker is forced to "speak their language" to get through to whumpee. Caretaker has to start acting like Whumper to slowly undo the conditioning.

They have to start harsh and strict to slowly teach Whumpee what freedom is, or reintroduce them into their own agency.

Maybe Whumpee was a slave or a pet, and all they know are orders and discipline and reward. Before Caretaker figures this out, Whumpee is listless or catatonic, or maybe self-destructive and reckless. Without order and routine, Whumpee has no idea how to function, their mind is sent into chaos.

Caretaker has no interest in being a master, but to get through the conditioning, to even get them medical help, they are forced to get their hands dirty.... Orders are just necessary- "you're going to the hospital, that's an order" or "I order you to decide on what you want for dinner."

Caretaker never wanted this power and responsibility over another person.

With power, there is also the risk of corruption.

Maybe Caretaker is terrified about walking the fine line between helping their severely damaged and twisted whumpee and becoming the new whumper.

Maybe they get it right, maybe they get it wrong, maybe it's something in between, there's so many directions this could go and all of the threads are so interesting.

[aspergirl2022]

Tiny Pet prompt

I wanted to write a story with a giant and their tiny pet, some kind of Giant Caretaker receiving Tiny Whumpee as a present but since I can’t put in on the paper I will change my story into a prompt.

In Caretaker's society only the wealthiest can afford Tiny pets. Caretaker is one of them, their family had a Tiny pet when they were a kid but Caretaker remember that their Tiny always looked sad and cried a lot, even more after Caretaker's Mom cut their tongue.

Caretaker never wanted a Tiny pet but their parent decided it was the perfect gift for their beloved child who just became an adult and lived on their own. So one day when Caretaker come home from work they find a cage with a note from their parent on it, inside of it there is a Tiny pet named Whumpee. Whumpee is dead scared of the Giants but Caretaker is decided to show them they’re not like their fellows.

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

The Unexpected Gift

cw reluctant whumper, pet whump, captivity, carewhumper, caretaker new master, dehumanization/use of “it” as a pronoun 

“My lady?” 

She huffed, paintbrush hovering over the canvas in front of her. “Why on earth are you interrupting me, Julian?” she demanded without looking up. “You know I like to concentrate when I'm painting.” 

“Yes, miss, I know,” Julian replied from his place in the doorway. “However, I must inform you that Lord Donovan sent you a gift. It has just arrived, and he requested it be brought to you at once.” 

“Oh, how lovely,” Charlotte said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She set aside her paintbrush and turned to face Julian. “And I'm sure he expects something in return. Perhaps my hand in marriage, or something equally ridiculous?” 

Julian’s lips quirked up in an understanding smile. “According to him, the gift is merely a show of friendship. Although, I am sure neither he nor your parents would be opposed to finally marrying the two of you off.” 

Charlotte laughed, abandoning her easel for the time being and taking a seat on the sofa. She appreciated Julian’s good humor and their shared distaste for the supposedly inevitable union between her and Donovan. “Well, alright then—bring it to me. Heaven knows I need another pearl necklace or tea set or whatever he’s sent over this time.” 

An uncertain look flashed across Julian’s face. “Right, yes. Well, I must warn you, this present is a bit different from the ones Lord Donovan has given you before.” 

Charlotte adjusted the fabric of her skirt, smoothing out a sea of blue satin. Already bored of the whole ordeal, she said, “I don’t have all day, Julian. Just bring it to me.” 

“Right away, my lady,” he replied with a nod, before swiftly exiting the room. 

Late afternoon light formed golden panels on the floor, and Charlotte’s gaze followed it out the window. Her mind wandered as she studied the gardens outside, which she had been in the middle of painting before the interruption. She hardly noticed Julian and one of her other servants return to the drawing room until he coughed, announcing his presence. 

“Lady Charlotte,” Julian said as he crossed the room to stand in front of her. “Your gift from Lord Donovan, sent with his deepest affections and admiration.” 

Charlotte shook herself out of her thoughts and turned to face him. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the color drain from her face when she took in the sight in front of her. Standing just behind Julian was another of her servants, who was holding onto a delicate silver chain. The chain was connected to a pair of cuffs which were locked around the wrists of a young man whose gaze was cast on the floor. 

“Is this some sort of practical joke?” Charlotte choked out, looking at Julian for answers. 

He shook his head. “I am afraid not, miss. Lord Donovan said that a lady of your standing deserves such a gift. You may read his letter at your convenience.” 

Charlotte’s eyes returned to the “gift.” The man was fairly young—about her age, she figured—of average height, and worryingly thin. His clothes hung loosely from his frame and they were worn; the neckline of his shirt fell to one side, revealing a prominent collarbone. He had a small, upturned nose and his face was framed by messy, dark locks. Charlotte’s first thought was that he needed a haircut. 

“I—I really don’t know what to say.” Charlotte glanced at Julian again, floundering. “Why in God’s name would Donovan send me such a thing?” 

“It seems that he acquired it in his recent travels,” Julian answered. “However, he said that if it displeases you, you may return it at once and he will figure out something to do with it.” 

The man’s shoulders tensed at that, but he made no other move. His eyes remained obediently fixed to the floor. 

Charlotte’s chest tightened and she replied hurriedly, “No, no—don't send him back. Heaven knows where he’ll end up.” Wherever it was, she could only expect it would be much worse. She had heard stories of the way people treated their pets, and it was horrifying enough to keep her up some nights. 

“Well,” Julian began, “if you wish to keep it, I can arrange for accommodations to be made. For the time being, would you prefer to have it sleep in the cellar, or perhaps the shed in the garden?” 

“Dear god,” Charlotte breathed in shock. “Nothing of the sort. He can sleep in my chambers.” 

The man looked up at that, a pair of piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. They were filled with equal parts shock, fear, and gratitude. It broke Charlotte’s heart. Then, just as quickly, he lowered his gaze back to the floor. 

“My lady,” Julian interrupted hesitantly, “with all due respect, that would not be proper.” 

“What is improper,” Charlotte spat, beginning to lose her temper, “is that a man sent me a human pet as gift with no warning. Now here I am, completely unprepared and unequipped to accommodate him. He may sleep on the floor in my room, and that is final. I will not be locking my gift in the cellar. Are we clear?” 

Julian sighed, then nodded once. “Yes, my lady.” 

She turned her focus back to the man—her gift—and asked, “When was the last time you ate?” 

Those blue eyes found hers once more, fearfully searching her face as though Charlotte’s question was some sort of trap. “I eat when I am permitted, Mistress.” His voice was soft and hoarse. 

“Julian, have him given a proper meal immediately,” Charlotte instructed with a huff. “I would also like him bathed and given a fresh set of clothes. After that, you may bring him to my room.” 

“Certainly,” Julian said. 

Once she was left alone, Charlotte returned to her easel. She stared at it for several minutes, trying will her mind back into the space it entered when she was painting—contented and focused. But her stomach was still turning from what had just happened. Her hands trembled. 

Charlotte grabbed the canvas and threw it across the room, knocking over a lamp with a loud crash. 

[rat-father]

Part 2 tomorrow im sleepy rn

-- tw;; conditioned whumpee, pet whump, (fear of) abandonment, reluctant caretaker, not bad but not the best caretaker, self deprication, caretaker new master --

Caretaker's mother had always told them not to make eye contact with the homeless. Not to give them the time of day or interact with them. Keep to yourself and walk past.

But the scarred man barely managing to stay upright on his knees caught them too off guard for them to realize their mistake of staring, until he stared back. He flinched back against the fence, rattling the loose metal bars. And Caretaker took a step back out of instinct in return. Their eyes scanned the surrounding empty streets before falling back on the dull, worn out collar around the man's neck. They could barely make out a name on the metal tag shaking alongside him.

They approached him carefully like he was an animal ready to pounce. With a slight stutter and as much distance between them as viable they pinched the tag between their fingers and read the name.

"Whumpee?"

Even their soft voice made his eyes dart up to them and his body push back further into the fence. The position already couldn't be comfortable on its own, but they imagined the old wounds and scars made the pain worse.

"Ah…Is, is that your name?" Caretaker asked.

His breath hitched and he nodded quietly.

"Okay,"

They put distance between the two of them again to put together their thoughts. But perhaps Whumpee thought they would walk away, because he scrambled forward to their feet and pressed his forehead on the ground before them. Caretaker stifled their yelp with a hand over their mouth.

"I'm not…I'm not leaving you, bud.." Although they wished they could more and more by the second.

"Please," a tiny voice croaked beneath them, clearing his throat to be more audible. "Please, I can be good— I will be good for you. I will be a good pet and obey. Please take me in, Master."

Caretaker desperately looked around once more, but it was still just them and the abandoned pet on the lone streets. They sighed.

"Okay, okay, I'll… take care of you, alright? I just have to— ah! I'm gonna be late for work!"

They took the pet by their arm and dragged them to his feet. Whumpee stumbled after them as they ran back into the apartment building. Caretaker missed their pocket completely whilst rushing to get the keys out, fumbling with the lock and finally throwing him inside when the door opened.

Whumpee still had enough strength in him for his reflexes to save him from hitting the ground face first, landing mostly on his bruised arm instead. With a short groan he pushed himself back on his knees. Master had closed the door and left likely before he even hit the ground. The pet had already taken too much of their precious time, and he'd have to make up for it later. Guilt and ecstasy swirled in his chest, knowing he'd finally found a home again, and already made his new master upset. His master who was hesitant in taking the ugly pet in to begin with.

The pet could only hope Master would take mercy on him, and bless him with another, more proper, chance to prove his worth.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do "You need someone to take care of you." And "If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple." With platonic dogday?

Sure! I haven't written for Smiling Critters in a while. For context, this is my version of DogDay.

Prompts Here

My Version of DogDay

Yandere! Platonic! DogDay Prompts

"You need someone to take care of you."

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple."

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Experimentation, Blood, Kidnapping, Murder, Forced companionship.

Ever since he was first created, DogDay was fond of you. You were the first face he saw upon his successful creation. A scientist and caretaker who worked at Playcare.

Playtime Co. had always experimented with creating life. They had made countless creatures combined with toys. The Smiling Critters line was merely one success.

DogDay was always told he was meant to be the leader. He was meant to lead his fellow Smiling Critters and take care of the kids. Naive upon his creation... He followed every order.

Unlike most adults in this place, you were surprisingly humane to the Smiling Critter experiments. You viewed every single one of them as your children in a way. They were no doubt one of the greatest outcomes in this place.

DogDay was the one who imprinted on you the most. Plush form or not, the dog followed you like you're his master. To him, you were... You gave him life and care!

He wishes to show you how much he cares!

It was a common sight for DogDay to follow you. You could be doing paperwork and the living mascot enters the room to watch you. You tell him he should be watching the kids in the orphanage, but he doesn't listen.

A dog should be loyal to his master. His friends have the children covered! Why don't you let him care for you too?

DogDay never leaves you be, often smothering you with affection. Even after experiments, the dog comes to you for comfort. You mean everything to him.

Especially when his world comes crashing down.

DogDay lived a happy life until the Hour of Joy. Afterwards... there was nothing but chaos. Experiments went haywire and frenzied. It became a revolution.

He nearly lost sight of you.

The Hour of Joy only brought massacre to Playtime Co. Many died, humans and experiments alike. In fact, many of the Smiling Critters didn't survive except CatNap and DogDay.

Blood coated every wall and floor. Most humans who couldn't escape were devoured. Even the once happy sight of Playcare looked like Hell.

As you were trying to escape, you avoided the experiments the best you could. You snuck through halls and did your best to make it out of the Playcare. Only to hear the heavy sound of footsteps approach you from behind.

"Where are you going?"

The voice is deep yet familiar, causing you to turn around. Towering over you stood DogDay, the Smiling Critter always attached to your hip. He looked concerned, looking you over with a worried expression.

"You... You aren't leaving, right?" The large orange dog monster asks, stalking closer. "You can't survive out there alone—!"

You shuffle back, keeping your distance. DogDay appears hurt by your reluctance. The large Smiling Critter tries not to make sudden movements... slowly backing you into a corner with that worried smile on his face.

"You need someone to take care of you." DogDay pleads, wishing you'd stop being so skittish. There's no way you'd abandon him, right? You... You can't—!

You won't survive a second in this Hell.

"Why are you so scared...?" DogDay whimpers, tail swaying as he keeps trying to get closer. "You should feel lucky I found you! I'll always find you, angel...."

You go to run but DogDay notices, eyes widening as he cuts you off. He can't just let you leave, can he? Not with all the bloodshed...

They'd eat you alive out there.

"Please, angel, listen to your pal...!" DogDay whimpers, the sound strangely like that of a real canine. "If you leave, you'll get hurt! You don't want that do you? Plus... you'd never abandon your pal, right?"

DogDay manages to get close enough to pull you into his furred chest, tail thumping against the door you desperately wanted to get through. The smell of blood, musk, and the faintest hint if vanilla meets your nose. You push against the beast, but his grip doesn't relent.

"The others out there would tear you apart..." DogDay murmurs before squeezing you tighter. "But don't worry! I'll protect you..."

You're then scooped up into the large dog's arms, dragging you along with him back into Playcare. You struggle but he never lets you go. After all... to him, this is your home.

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple!" DogDay chirps as though what he said was innocent. He said it as though that was meant to be endearing. He really was like a dog with their owner.

DogDay wants you happy, safe, and beside him. He knows you'd never abandon him deep in this facility. He's meant to protect you, defend you with his life, show you he loves you...

While DogDay thinks of ways to care for you, to keep his sanity in this place by clinging to you, you stare at the exit longingly. You doubt anywhere is safe. You're pretty sure you'll die here...

Yet DogDay, no matter what, will remain loyal to only you in the end...

A good dog should do anything to stay beside his master.

[urlocalwhumper]

pet whumpee who is still so naively loving and affectionate towards whumper (or anyone really) no matter what they do to them.

it's not even like they're fawning in the hopes they won't be hurt - they don't even seem to have a problem with being hurt in the first place. they don't enjoy it, and they scream and cry and plead for mercy when the pain becomes too much, but if hurting them makes master happy, then they'll happily tolerate it without complaint.

besides, master is always so sweet to them afterwards, cleaning and bandaging their wounds with gentle hands, wiping whumpee's tears away with their thumb and telling them that they're a good girl/boy, they did such a good job for master.

they just want love and affection. like a puppy who always returns to its master, tail wagging happily, no matter how many times it's kicked or shouted at.

and in the event of whumpee being rescued, they're... honestly so permissive and docile it kinda freaks caretaker out at first.

caretaker was fully equipped to handle someone terrified, or potentially violent, but whumpee is just... calm. they even seemed reluctant to be taken from wherever whumper kept them, but they still went along all the same. their skin was marred with all kinds of horrible scars and bruises, but they still leaned happily into anyone's touch, their eyes full of love and trust for someone they might have just met moments ago.

it leaves caretaker conflicted. whumpee has seen unimaginable trauma, this behavior is surely a result of that, they can't possibly be in their right mind... but caretaker can't help but wonder if they should even bother trying to 'fix' them. whumpee seems perfectly happy this way, and it'd be a lot of slow, painful work to try and make them into a person again.

caretaker would never dream of hurting whumpee. so... is it really so bad to just let them keep living this way? just as caretaker's pet instead?

[snakebites-and-ink]

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Adopted Masterlist.

A Pet Whumpee that's finally adopted, they are grateful, until they realize their new family is not what they expected.

Content: Pet Whump, multiple Whumpees, multiple Whumpers, Caretaker New Master, forced to Whump, reluctant Whumper.

1-Welcome home.

2-New Family.

3-A nice thought.

4-Good enough.

5-And the last one.

6-Tea time.

7-Name.

8-Guar dog.

9-Training.

EXTRA: Characters Introduction

10-Guilt.

11-Collar.

12-Collar 2.

13-Shopping.

EXTRA: Leo

14-Laundry day.

15-Get well soon.

16-Things change.

17-Too soft.

EXTRA: Theo.

[matchaccino-x]

DetectiveSebCas' Promptober Master List (Whumptober 2020 & Comfortober 2020)

Thought I'd help @detectivesebcas make a complete list of all of their Promptober works; each prompt here links to the original post on Tumblr. Due to Tumblr's character limit, this list only contains the 2020 Whumptober & Comfortober prompts; a link to the lists for past & future Promptober years is at the bottom of the post.

Chapters & links are all under the break. Please go give them a read if you haven't already!! :)

Whumptober 2020

Hanging/Waking Up Restrained

In the Hands of the Enemy/Collars

Manhandled/Held at Gunpoint

Collapsed Building/Buried Alive

Failed Escape

Please/No More

Enemy to Caretaker

Abandoned

"Take Me Instead"

They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

Crying

Broken Bones

Breathe In Breathe Out/Oxygen Mask

Fire

Possession

Forced to Beg/Shoot the Hostage

Blackmail

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Field Medicine

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Left for Dead

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First Night

Nightmare

Anxiety

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Blanket Fort

Lashing Out

Confession

Crying

PTSD

Therapy/Emotional Support Pet

Baking

Road Trip (Catalyst)

Campfire

Protective (Soft Focus)

Flashbacks

Hot Cocoa (Negative Space)

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Movie Night

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Park

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Recovery

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[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Whumper-turned-whumpee, whumpee-turned-caretaker, PTSD/trauma, reluctant caretaker.

"Thank you, Whumpee. I don't deserve your kindness."

"You're damn right you don't," Whumpee spat, watching as Whumper curled in on themselves just that bit more with the hot cup of tea clutched in their trembling hands. "I'm a good person. I'm a good fucking person, and I don't deserve to put up with this. To put up with you."

Much to their surprise, Whumper nodded along with them. "I know." They were nearly in tears, and despite the anger and the rage bubbling inside them, they felt their heart sink a little. They looked so pathetic. "I wish there was something I could do to make this easier for you. At least it's... just a month, right? Just a month... 'n' then my master will be back for me. Until then... you can do whatever you want to me, if that helps."

Whumpee raised an eyebrow, feeling their shoulders relax a little. For a moment, they considered going along along with it. Perhaps this could give me closure.

They promptly decided against it.

"Finish your cup of tea," they ordered. "Afterwards, i'll show you where you'll be sleeping for the next few weeks and give you some pyjamas to put on after your shower. Try anything funny and so help me god, you'll be spending the entire month in your room."

Whumper didn't seem all that scared by it. In fact, they almost seemed relieved. What sort of punishments were they used to?

"Yes, sir," they whispered, obediently taking another sip from their mug. "Thank you."

[whumpy-writings]

Bloodbag: An Of Vampires and Men Serial

I've been working on this story since November, and I'm super excited for y'all to finally get to read it! Tobias and Bloodbag are side characters in Cry of Fangs, so this story is a bit of a prequel.

Bloodbag is a serialized novella set in the Of Vampires and Men world. It takes place in the city-state of Cesvic, right on the border between Lucia and Torin. We follow a vampire named Tobias, who becomes the reluctant caretaker for a human named Bloodbag. (Yes, it's the classic "whumpee things caretaker is their new master" trope.)

Bloodbag will be exclusively available two places: on Amazon's Kindle Vella and on my Ko-Fi page. The first three episodes are live right now and you can read them for free over on kindle vella. Vella is only available for readers in the USA, so if you're international make sure to check out my ko-fi! I will be releasing one episode every week for the next three months. Expect lots of whump, angst, and fangs. Check out the links below to start reading!

Thank you to the lovely Catherine Reynolds of catherinecreates.art on insta for creating this awesome cover art!

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[macchitea]

pssspsps *hands you my skyrim werewolf oc*

(cring lore dump below so my brain becomes normal again)

nirin's my bosmer werewolf dragonborn oc :D!! she's skilled in archery; sneak; and fire magic!

she's selectively mute!! and uses sign language; as well as a (very) limited version of dragon language to those who can understand it; namely paarthurnax; miraak and the greybeards.

she's also feral; an absolutel creacher; lives in the woods; and rarely interacts w/ society;

nirin; or 'nir in' is dragon language for hunt master!! its a name she came up for herself after paarthurnax suggested it. she doesn't actually remember her original name;

i like to think that when the events of the games start; or the moment someone is at the right place at the right time and gets picked to become the 'hero' of the games; they forget their name and a majority of their past life. she still retains her personality; skills and any uhhh;; adverse;; effects of her past!! she just can't remember it! one of these adverse effects being that she's a werewolf (meaning i have to use console commands to make her a werewolf immediately on every playthrough lmao).

as her name suggests she's VERY good at hunting! that's her full time occupation basically lmao. she sometimes visits the drunken huntsman in whiterun to 'sell' her catches, but its rlly just the concerned shopkeepers giving her normal people food and supplies to help her survive.

she has 2 main followers! lydia and miraak.

lydia is her first friend (technically caretaker) in skyrim. i like to think that jarl balgruuf assigned her to nirin out of concern for this Child being the dragonborn and tasked to slay Alduin of all beings, so lydia was tasked at making sure she becomes a well-adjusted person and doesn't bite as much sdfdffdjkl. lydia taught her the basics of reading and writing!! :D they parted ways a bit further into nirin's journey, specifically when she travelled to solstheim

oK SO a BIG part of nirin's character is her struggle w/ her dragonborn identity and the burden of her dragon soul. she 100% rejects the call to adventure, HARD. i hc that the dragon souls a dragonborn absorbs Stays with them in more ways than just making them more powerful; like,, the dragons' personalities, wills and their desire for domination stays with her, with the latter especially getting worse the more dragon souls she absorbs and it certainly doesn't mesh well w/ her werewolf nature fskfs. she comes to paarthurnax often for advice and companionship, but there's only so much he can do, seeing as he only has one (1) dragon soul and never interacts w/ human society.

this is where miraak comes in!!! :DD i've always thought the fact he's the First Dragonborn is Very cool, and that he can have some very interesting dynamics w/ the Last (nirin)!! like, the fact he's been dragonborn for thousands of years!! has killed MANY dragons before and very skilled w/ using the thu'um for combat!! in her story, miraak acts as nirin's (reluctant) mentor. she initially pulled him out of Apocrypha so he could take her place in defeating Alduin, but because of permanent injuries and a curse inflicted by Hermeaus Mora, he's been locked out of Sovngarde and isn't rlly in peak fighting shape to take on a giant dragon god. so he's stuck trying to make sure the last dragonborn doesn't die before she saves the world fjsflkdsjf.

nirin isn't happy about this, miraak is even mORE disgruntled about this.

in conclusion, nobody is happy in this story except for me >:)

if you've read this far uhhhhhh, ty for listening to my unhinged brainrot rant and also i am sorry fjsdlkfjsldkj

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

The Unexpected Gift Pt 2

Whumpuary 2024 Day 4

4. (Jan 07-08) "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling

part 2 of this!

cw pet whump, reluctant whumper/carewhumper, caretaker new master, captivity, past trauma/abuse 

Charlotte sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the man who knelt at her feet. His eyes were still cast down, but he was dressed in a new set of clothes and his hair was freshly washed. It was a start. “I really apologize for all this,” Charlotte said quietly. “As you can see, I was quite unprepared for such a…gift. I’m sorry, I feel awful calling you that.” 

The man looked up at her, big blue eyes and dark lashes. “Please don’t apologize, Mistress. You owe me nothing.” 

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” Charlotte corrected. “You belong to me now, which means it is my responsibility to care for you. I’ll do my best to make sure you are comfortable here. However, I can’t say that I approve of this business.” 

He tilted his head in confusion but remained quiet, waiting for her to continue. 

“Pets, I mean. I don’t like it, I never have. It’s inhumane,” Charlotte said with a sigh. She reached out and brushed her fingers through the man’s soft, slightly damp hair, and he leaned into the gentle touch. 

“Thank you for your concern, Mistress,” he replied unsteadily, like he was unsure if it was the correct answer. 

Charlotte gave an encouraging smile. “None of that, please. My name is Charlotte, which is what you may call me.” 

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. “I—b-but, Mistress, I can’t—” 

“You are meant to obey me, correct?” Charlotte interrupted. Perhaps it was wrong of her to use her power in that way, but she would feel even worse letting this man call her Mistress. “I would like you to refer to me by my name only, please.” 

He held her gaze for a moment longer before lowering his eyes to the floor again. “Yes…Charlotte.” 

“That’s better.” She ruffled his dark hair before pulling her hand back. “And look up, please. I know after what you’ve been through, you may not believe me, but I'm not going to hurt you.” 

“Thank you, Mi—Charlotte,” he said quietly, looking up again. “You’re far too kind.” 

Charlotte shook her head with a slight smile. “I’m not, really. But I think human decency is running short in this world, which makes me look good in comparison. No matter, though… Oh, I'd almost forgotten—what is your name, dear?” 

That look of panic crossed his face again and Charlotte felt her chest tighten. “You may call me whatever you like,” he answered. 

Charlotte sighed. “Well, I’m not quite clever enough to come up with a name for you. So if you would just tell me yours, I would greatly appreciate it. You do have a name, don’t you?” 

“I do,” he said hesitantly. “My…my name is Sam.” 

He looked so sweet and obedient, kneeling by her feet with his hands folded in his lap. For a moment, Charlotte could almost see the appeal. But her mind flashed to all the stories she’d heard, and she instantly felt sick to her stomach at the thought of what Sam must have been through to make him so timid and well-behaved. She wouldn’t wish it on anyone. “Well, Sam,” she said, testing out the name. “Julian is fetching some more blankets and pillows, and then we can make a nice spot for you to sleep at the foot of the bed. I’m sorry I don’t have anywhere better at the moment, but as you know, I was not expecting you.” 

Sam gave her a shy smile in return. “That’s alright, Charlotte. At least it’s not the cellar.” 

She chuckled at that. “You’re quite charming. I can see why Lord Donovan thought I would like you.” 

“Thank you, Charlotte. It is my honor to please you.” 

That uncomfortable feeling snaked through her again, but Charlotte pushed it aside. 

[vanessalocke]

France's birthday makes him a cancer and he is SUCH a typical cancer - a moody, sensitive, emotional, passionate, caretaker, hopeless romantic drama queen

I have a different opinion than you:

Before I say anything below, I should note that I am no longer involved with Zodiac. The following is just a repeat of what I wrote many years ago when trying to analyze the character of France. In the present, I'm very reluctant to use the Zodiac to analyze real people, but since Francis is a fictional character, it's somehow okay.

Like this, if we use the language of the Zodiac, the perspective about France is often divided into two types: Libra or Pisces (Just like the view about England is often divided into two types: Scorpio and Cancer). I see that France has characteristics of both signs, and depending on each person's perspective, each person can see which sign France is stronger in.

The reason I think France has strong Pisces energy is because he is a sensitive person, easy to confide in, easy to sympathize with (Pisces' nature is to "dissolve") => he used to work as a radio announcer.

From the "watery" nature, the chaotic and unprincipled nature of Pisces, we can see it reflected in the "disorganization and discipline" of the French language, but at the same time, the French language is considered "the purest language" and all UN documents have a French version. Not to mention the writers, poets and ideas produced in this country may reflect the "sensitivity" and "oldness" of Pisces as the last zodiac sign in the cycle 12 palaces.

Next comes the mystery. A Zodiac blog named Quybaba once said that the sea has a lot of fish, until we catch a fish, we will not know what fish it is - it could be just a small fish or it could also be a shark => Pisces are the "hidden" elements under such water. They are often the type of people who "distract" others with jokes or their "bewilderment and uselessness" but actually have their own thoughts and many have very sharp minds. I think this is quite true for France.

Not to mention Pisces is a sign famous for easily falling into something, including depression and alcoholism, and as you know, France is the boss of deep and the boss of alcoholism 🙄. This trait is rare in Libra, because they are famous for their balance (with low level energy it would be "superficial"). France, I think his things are usually pushed to one end or the other of the pole, not in the middle like Libras.

Most likely France is a Libra rising. Rising is the cover and also the type of energy used to deal with social relationships. Up to now, any country that relies on France has been asked for a fee or forced to "pay" something in return, but rarely has the hidden intention of long-term soft power tightening like other countries. And yes, France is quite good at communication.

In addition, I also have headcanon France with South Node Leo. This is my headcanon just for fun, because his style is an outstanding style (eg military uniform, colorful behavior and appearance), "this stage is mine", and his behavior sometimes gives the feeling of "In heaven (above the sky), in the world (under the sky), I am the one and only" ("Thiên thượng thiên hạ, duy ngã độc tôn"). That's why I think his flirty appearance is the influence of Leo South Node and Libra Rising, but because it's Leo South Node and Libra Rising, it's a "shell" and not really an "inner part". Actually, I don't think he's really that flirty (or, slutty, haha). But actually, I don't think he's really that slutty. Because real fvckboys (if you've ever met them), you'll see that they're masters of psychological manipulation, not show off like peacocks like France. Because when fvckboys cheat on girls, they never act like they're such flashy guys 😩. Not to mention South Node Leo is the type of person who likes the feeling of "unrequited love", "being caught up in love" and does not like "being in a real relationship". To be precise, this is a bunch of lithromantics: they like someone until that person likes them back and they run away. And this fits very well with France's "distracting" and "showing off one thing but being another" personality. I talked about this before in my headcanon post about Francis's lithromantic.

So yes, France is exactly a moody, sensitive, emotional, passionate, caretaker, hopeless romantic drama queen, but somehow I have a feeling that he is a combination of Pisces, Leo and Libra (which is also a very dramatic combination). Instead, I feel like England is Cancer (and Scorpio and Aries).

[judesmoonbeauty]

Yves Kloss - Act 2 Ch. 4 Summary

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary. I know this Master List is delayed, but eh, it was my first translation project, and I had no idea of what I was doing.

Please note: Only his common route and Dramatic route are translated/summarized.

Alt translations are marked as ///

T/L notes are notated at the bottom of the post with***

At Obsidian Castle, Leon and Chev are having breakfast together for the first time EVER. Leon mentions that Chev is even worse in the morning than what Clavis had let on. Chev almost killed Leon when he tried to wake up Chev. 

Leon tries to engage in conversation with Chev, but is met with silence as usual. Leon wants them to discuss their findings with each other on their individual tours. So, Chev presents a written report of his findings to him - because why waste words? 

After reviewing the report, Leon mentions that even with the new alliance they need to rethink their defenses in Rhodolite because of how developed Obsidian’s forces are. Leon says that though he’s sure that Yves and Em will be fine, he’s worried about them due to Gil’s treatment of Yves. Chev says in his usual cold way that if Yves dies then that just proves he’s a human.***

This rubs Leon the wrong way and he tells Chev that before Yves is their king, he is first and foremost their brother. Chev remains silent as Leon chides him.

Leon speaks again saying that he knows Chev would never have let them go to Kloss estate if they were truly in danger. Chev calls it’s nonsense and Leon smiles knowing he’s right. 

Moving onto another topic, Leon asserts that Chev knows why Gilbert hates Yves, but Chev says that even of he does he will not waste time explaining it to Leon and then he leaves. 

In the carriage, Yves and Emma have a cute moment where they talk about future trade with Obsidian. Emma wants things like the “cat bread” she saw at supermarket to be brought into Rhodolite, and she hopes that there can be greater cultural exchanges between the two nations. When they reach the Kloss mansion they notice that there are cracks in the walls and it’s overgrown with ivy. However, the windows and small gardens are in decent shape thanks to a lone caretaker. Yves asks Horst where the remainder of the Kloss family is at? Horst is reluctant to say……

***This was actually quite tricky to t/l, but ultimately what was being conveyed was Chevalier’s apparent nonchalant attitude towards what happens to Yves. Which isn’t true at all as was confirmed when Leon says that Chev wouldn’t let them travel where they had no hope of surviving.

Also, Leon, we commend your bravery for trying to wake your brutal beast of a brother. Poor guy, he’s been trying to have a relationship with him since they were little 😂

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Who would have the most interesting/funny reactions to a master with a bunch of health problems that they'd just casually slip into conversation. For example they've been master for quite some time now, but they've only just mentioned that they have a serious blood disease that makes them feel anemic all the time. And they're really indifferent to it so they're like. "Yeah so that's why I passed out lol. Anyways, I saw a cute cat yesterday and—"

Love1 — It catches him off guard that he didn't notice the problems until you said something, and that unsettled feeling isn't made any better by how relatable your issues are. He's sympathetic, but it's hard to show that without exposing far too much weakness.

Enfield — Though he's horrified not to have realized your health problems sooner, Enfield quickly takes the chance to look after you more. He wants to be as helpful to you as possible, and your weak health is all the more reason for him to dote on you, right?

Marks — That's an immediate way to make Marks panic. There was something wrong with you, and he didn't know? Instant crisis. Knowing you're in danger (even if only from your own body) makes him even more overprotective; he'll worry himself sick about it.

Like2 — He's seeing far too many similarities between how you're treating your health issues and how his brother acts about his own. That drags out the same reluctant caretaker side he usually directs at Love1— he's very tsun about it, but surprisingly considerate.

Hokusai — Though he's not exactly concerned about your health issues, he does take mental note of exactly what you said was wrong. He can understand what he needs to keep an eye out for in terms of medical facts... but he doesn't seem to grasp how serious it is.