#caretaking

[pearlsforthesoulblog-blog]

There is enough for everyone thus sharing, caring & responsibility remains

THE STEWARDING PRINCIPLE...NO WASTE

[kickabel]

Oh so when a dude does vigilante justice (unlicensed enforcer outside the system) by killing bad guys in a leather jacket it's cool as fuck but when I do vigilante justice (unlicensed aid outside the system) by taking care of my disabled sisters (also in a cool leather jacket) it's "not even being a real nurse" and pathologized as "self sacrificing"

[emetogirl]

Dear everyone,

One week ago I went to a party where the main demographic was lesbian. Being me, with the friends that I have, I tend to end up in situations alongside fellow queer women. This is one of the great joys of my life. While at the aforementioned party, I was complimented on my rockin bod. Of course, the natural next step after receiving a compliment such as this was to shrug my jacket off and flex my many muscles. In a sea of ragingly beautiful baddies, I somehow became the epicenter as people squeezed my biceps, felt my rock solid abs, and called me Mommy (I am).

Unbeknownst to all of us, someone was incubating a plague that has now spread through our ranks like wildfire. I am the sickest of them all and everyone is doting on me and asking how I’m feeling and bringing me soup.

Someone please euthanize me before I chew through drywall. Happy pride.

[fuckyeahhc]

Thinking about... secret agent/highly intelligent whumpees... when they're too emotionally overwhemled that they experience a temporary loss of speech they'd type morse code on caretaker's back...

[whump-im-serious]

Caretaker feeling guilty about something is always interesting.

Maybe whumpee got hurt because of them or even protecting them.

Maybe they were in the same situation as whumpee and blame themselves for not risking their life as whumpee did.

Maybe they believe they have to hide something important from whumpee because bad news won’t help their recovery.

Maybe they are secretly in love with whumpee and touching them while they’re hurt feels like taking advantage of them.

If whumpee knew, they would not blame caretaker for any of this. They would be surprised caretaker even felt bad in the first place. But whumpee doesn’t know — all they see is that caretaker acts strange and avoids eye contact. It makes whumpee start feeling like a burden.

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee only behaving when Caretaker's in the room.

A nightmare hospital patient, resisting, struggling and uncooperative until caretaker walks in.

On team meetings, they're difficult, heated and argumentative from start to finish, until caretaker joins and they're all like:

[writing-whump]

Sick at night

Nights were the strangest for Adalyn. First, she put one Lucian to sleep and then got to meet the second in her dreams.

Tonight he chose the setting of their shared dream to be the bottom of the river. The light was coming from the top, and the current was surprisingly gentle, as it was with dreamy landscapes that didn't have to follow reason.

The demon king smiled upon seeing her. She couldn't decide which was weirder—the confident, almost predatory way he smiled or the fact that his human counterpart never did.

"Having fun with your little experiment? You seem tired already. About to set me free?"

"You could attempt more deceit," she said, unimpressed.

Yet Lucian in her dreams, while retaining the human form his mortal body gave him, looked entirely different. His eyes were not faded gray but metallic, almost silver. His dark brown curls were floating in the water elegantly, full of volume.

So soft she wanted to touch them.

"Don't get me wrong," he said, voice deep and smooth like honey. "I like to try new things, so I'm happy with the opportunity. Just thinking maybe it's about enough."

"It's barely been a month. We are still settling into the apartment, looking for a work rhythm."

His eyebrow quirked up at "we". "Ahh. So exploring cohabitation means starving me to death in direct sunlight."

"I'm not quite sure how much instinctive knowledge gets passed into the human form," she said thoughtfully. "You have experience from watching humans as a spirit and a demon, you have artificial memories of your family, and you are aware of basic needs...yet sometimes you seem surprised by things like hunger or thirst."

The demon king watched her with hungry intensity, smile widening. "Artificial memories? Are those blocking my real ones?"

"Not quite. But your real ones don't make enough sense right now to be accepted." Was it a good idea to talk about the details of imprisonment with her prisoner?

Ironically enough, the demon king's true form was the only one she could confide in about the progress of her...experiment.

"So if I were to find out more details about, say, spirits and hunters and demons...I might be able to regain myself." His smile didn't falter, his metallic eyes sparkling in excitement.

Adalyn floated closer, her nightgown somehow transformed into a long white dress in the dream. Was it hers or his? She let him lead in her mind at night, since he was a dear and left her alone during the day.

The demon king offered her a hand, and she took it, letting him pull her closer.

He bounced off the bottom of the river and twirled her in a dancing motion as they hovered upwards.

"This prison will come to an end eventually. How do you plan to stop me, when I win myself over?"

She scrunched her nose as if the idea was too distant and abstract to consider seriously. "You are not giving this a proper chance. Enjoy what's happening now. You might end up liking it."

"Relying on the Stockholm Syndrome, are we? Or have you convinced me to fall eternally in love with you?"

"You are not my hostage or my prisoner. I saved you," she said with an indignant scoff. "Demons can't assume personalities and character without a bond to a human."

"You haven't just created a bond with me. You shackled me to you." He twirled her around in the water again, his grip tightening as he spoke.

"I anchored you. Gave you a body and a name. An identity of your own you are now free to develop."

"Under your supervision and biased information. None of this sounds free."

She lifted her chin. "You would have died without me."

"I'm still dying. It's just slower and more miserable."

"You are discovering passions and sensations. That comes with limits and pain, but you can't have one without the other."

"You are a good talker," he said with a snicker, taking her other hand into his and pulling her close as they neared the blinding light of the surface. "But it won't protect you from everything."

...

She woke up suddenly to the sound of heaving, heart beating in her ears.

Lucian next to her, was hanging over the edge of the bed beside her, throwing up loudly into the trashcan.

"Jesus, Luce. You should have woken me."

The trembling, sweaty version of the demon king who didn't resemble him at all, burped loudly and spat into the trashcan. "T-tried not to."

Adalyn sat up, leaning against the headboard. The bed was wide, allowing them to roll into their respective corners at night. Without touching but close enough to feel each other change positions.

She reached out to the back of his neck, then to his flushed cheeks. Their bright red colour screamed in his pale face. "You are still warm from the heat. Do you think you can fall back asleep?"

He spat again, drool dangling from his lip. He looked at her, gray hazy eyes unfocused, then pressed a hand against his middle with a quiet burp. "Stomach's rolling."

"Still nausous?"

He nodded, leaning to sit beside her with a gulp. His eyes slipped shut. Despite how sick he felt, he was also exhausted.

Suppressing a sigh, Adalyn went to get a glass of cold water. She didn't hope he could drink it and keep it down, but climbed back into bed and held it to his overheated temple.

Lucian winced at the touch, then his shoulders sagged down. "Hmmmm. That's nice."

Both his hands were wrapped around his belly and his throat jumped up with a burp, but his head sunk towards her shoulder.

Adalyn froze at the touch at first, then itched closer to him. He reeked of sweat in the overwarm room and her hand was starting to hurt from holding the glass.

Nevertheless, she stayed at his side, waiting till he fell into restless sleep.

His skin was much warmer than the demon's.