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10 Questions to Ask Before Hiring a Nanny Service

Hiring a nanny service is a big decision that requires careful consideration and research. As a parent, you want to ensure that your child is in safe and capable hands. With the growing popularity of mind transfer staffing, finding an exemplary nanny service can be even more complex. Mind transfer staffing allows individuals to transfer their consciousness into an artificial body, allowing them to care for children without physical limitations. However, before hiring a nanny service that utilizes mind transfer staffing, there are 10 essential questions that you should ask to ensure the safety and well-being of your child. Keep reading to discover the top questions you need to ask before hiring a nanny service that offers mind transfer staffing.

Hiring a nanny service that offers mind transfer staffing can be a great way to ensure that your child is cared for by someone with the necessary skills and experience. However, before hiring a nanny service, it’s essential to ask the right questions to ensure you’re making the best decision for your family. Here are the top 10 questions you should ask before hiring a nanny service that offers mind transfer staffing:

1. What are the qualifications of the nanny?

Before hiring a nanny, one must understand their educational background, certifications, and experience. In the case of mind transfer staffing, it’s essential to ask about the process of transferring consciousness and the level of training the nanny has received. Ensuring that the nanny has the proper qualifications and skills to provide adequate care for your child is crucial.

2. Are background checks conducted on the nannies?

It’s important to know whether the nanny service conducts background checks on all employees, including those who have undergone mind transfer staffing. It would help if you asked about the extent of the background check and whether it includes criminal history and employment verification.

3. How does the nanny handle emergencies?

Inquire about the nanny’s emergency response plan. Ask whether they have CPR training and how they would handle a medical emergency, natural disaster, or other crisis. Ensuring that the nanny is prepared to handle any situation is essential.

4. What is the nanny's experience with children of your child's age?

It’s essential to ensure that the nanny has experience caring for children of your child’s age. Ask about their experience with specific age groups and how they would handle temper tantrums, discipline, and potty training.

5. How does the nanny communicate with parents?

Communication is critical when it comes to caring for your child. Ask about the nanny’s communication style and frequency. Do they update your child’s activities, eating habits, and sleep patterns daily? How do they handle conflicts or concerns that may arise?

6. What is the nanny's schedule?

It’s essential to know the nanny’s schedule and availability. Are they available on weekends or holidays? What happens if the nanny is sick or unavailable? It’s crucial to ensure a backup plan in case of an emergency.

7. What is the cost of the nanny service?

Inquire about the cost of the nanny service and what is included. Ask about any additional fees, such as transportation or extra hours. It’s essential to ensure that you know the service’s total cost upfront to avoid any surprises later on.

8. What is the nanny's philosophy on childcare?

It’s essential to know the nanny’s philosophy on childcare and discipline. Ask about their views on screen time, outdoor play, and nutrition. Ensuring that the nanny’s philosophy aligns with your parenting style is critical.

9. What is the process for termination of services?

Inquire about the process for terminating the nanny’s services. Ask about the notice period required and any fees associated with termination. It’s essential to ensure that you know the contract terms before signing.

10. How does the nanny service handle complaints or concerns?

It’s crucial to know how the nanny service handles complaints or concerns that may arise. Ask about their policy for addressing issues and how they would take a situation where you are dissatisfied with the nanny’s services. It’s essential to ensure that you have a clear understanding of the nanny service’s policies and procedures.

Conclusion

Hiring a nanny service that utilizes Mind Transfer Staffing can be complex. It’s crucial to ask the right questions to ensure the safety and well-being of your child. By asking about the nanny’s qualifications, background checks, emergency response plan, experience, communication style, schedule, cost, philosophy on childcare, termination of services, and complaint handling procedures, you can make an informed decision when hiring a nanny service. Remember, your child’s safety and well-being should always be your top priority.

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[animusrox]

[90's Sitcoms]

[gooseinsoup]

save me nanny ashtoreth.... save me

saw this dress on instagram and then the worms in my brain took over :D

if anyone has a dress theyd like to suggest to see a femziraphale in... send it thru my askbox or dms cause im on the hunt too :3

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 333

I once more believe Battinson Batman needs to be given a child. Or multiple. Multiple children. I am also once more rotating Ghosts Have Wings Au. 

So Batman, still early in his whole vigilante career ends up busting a shipment, nothing too surprising there. Pretty usual honestly. Except for what was in one of the crates already open. Because it looks like some sort of gemstones but… perfectly spherical. Strange. Suspicious. 

But it’s also late, er, early in the morning, and the GCPD is notoriously corrupt, so like, he’s not going to just leave the weird gemstones, each about the size of a plum or so. (Dear Gotham he’s apparently hungry, and might inwardly vow to never let anyone realize what his tired mind decided to use as measurement) 

So he, unknowingly spurred on by more than just a slight bit of ecto contamination, takes the strange spheres back home. Just puts them in his pockets and heads back to the manor that they moved back into after the whole Riddler mess. (He even found a cool cave! With a bunch of terrifying bats, but they made a glass separator! For safety!) 

But in Bruce’s defense of forgetting about them, he’s more than a little tired and hungry and just wants to sleep for a bit, y’know? So maybe he forgets about the gems as he falls asleep in the chair in the cave (Alfred was not pleased!) until he starts digging around for them. Erm. Did they fall out somewhere?? There’s no holes in his belt pockets… 

And maybe these sort of things shouldn’t slip his mind, the spheres had felt Weird with a capital W, but he gets forced to a circus and there’s an… accident. So maybe he pushed it away as not important because there’s now an angry grieving eight-year old living with him and he’s panickedly reading any and all sort of parenting books he can get a hold of because he has no clue what he’s doing. 

Yeah, maybe his back is itching like crazy no matter what he tries, and maybe he threw up the other day, but it’s fine. This is fine. 

….

Oh dear Gotham those are feathers, this is not fine- ALFREEED!

[faeriekit]

The Foster Mother

Now on ao3 and VHS release

There was, supposedly, someone waiting for him in the green sitting room.

“…Why?” Tim asked. Most of the usual suspects had already come by to give their “condolences”—former Drakes Industries investors, curious about the newly orphaned heir; fellow socialites, once again flocking in to give and receive sympathies for their “close friends, the Drakes”; gawkers come to see what they could scavenge off of a dead family’s home, never mind that their child was alive.

“She claims to know you, Master Tim,” Alfred offered, kettle in his hand. He spent a moment deciding between different two canisters of tea; a sign of possibly difficult future conversation. “Her interest in your father's estate seemed quite…minimal.”

…Alright.

Tim was still in his formalwear. Dissolving Drake Industries would take at least another year, and plenty of future hours cementing the future home of certain resources in their dissolution, but the outfit probably was more appropriate for whatever oncoming conversation that was about to ensue than his planned change into Dick’s old hoodie and board shorts.

Okay. Tim steeled himself. The self-determination…mostly worked. Whatever. He trudged up into the green sitting room from the kitchen with his usual introduction ready on his tongue.

And then Tim walked into the room.

And then Jazzy was there.

*

Tim had been three, and Miss Jasmine had been his had been his third nanny. He’d outgrown the wetnurse early on, and his second nanny had been dismissed, so although Miss Jasmine was the third nanny, she was first nanny Tim could consciously remember.

She’d had red hair. She’d been very gentle with him.

She got him up in the morning and put him to bed at night; for the first time, there had been someone who sat with him until he was asleep, reading all sorts of books his parents had left to engage him with as an early genius. Then, when those were over and done as promised to his parents, they got unauthorized books from the library: silly books with made-up words, dinosaur books, books about teddy bears and adventures around the world.

Tim hadn’t been allowed to travel the world. Tim hadn’t been allowed a teddy bear. His parents had thought it would encourage undue attachment.

(It had been the same reason he’d never been given a pacifier.)

Miss Jazz had given him a knitted bunny. She’d said her dad had made it especially for him.

The toy’s name was Bunny and Tim remembered him being very soft.

She didn’t smile all the time, but smiles were rewards that were easy to earn. He finished his meal and she smiled. He finished an educational puzzle and she smiled. He was quiet all through her phone call and she smiled, and answered all his questions once she was done.

Jazzy had been the first person in his life who was there all the time. She’d kissed his forehead after the bath and kissed his scraped knees; she’d carried him in his arms when he was tired and sometimes even when he wasn’t. His parents had wanted him to be independent, proactive, and not clingy, but Jazzy had been someone who he could run to from his bed when he’d had nightmares and someone he could cuddle on her lap with when he’d cried.

She was gone when he was seven. He didn’t remember why. His parents had probably never told him, but still; he'd assumed he'd have found out why eventually.

Jazzy looked the same right now as she looked in Tim’s memories, although she was likely no longer a college student at a nannying gig. Her red hair was pulled into a high bun, her dress modest and conservative from her neck to her ankles. There was a backpack beside her foot. She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, on the high-backed loveseat in the green sitting room.

She looked up when he came in.

Tim. Stopped in his tracks.

It didn’t matter. Jazzy—Miss Jasmine stood up as soon as she saw him, eyes alight with worry. Foggy memories were swimming to the forefront of Tim’s brain. He couldn’t move.

“Tim?” Ja—Miss Jasmine asked, teal eyes raking over his frame. Tim froze where he was. He didn’t move, wide-eyed and terrified for no reason at all when Miss Jasmine got closer to him, at a distance that was more appropriate for a conversation.

She stood there. Watching him. It felt like his mother had just come home from her trips with Dad, and a ghost of old terror wafted through him as he waited for her to decide he’d done something wrong. Her voice got softer. Her eyes got softer. Why was Tim feeling so wrong-footed?? It was only a former staff person!

“Tim?” her voice was so gentle. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—“

“M’s Jazz,” Tim croaked. Which. Wasn’t the level of formality he’d been going for, but better than Jazzy. He wasn’t a toddler anymore.

Miss Jasmine was so tall—honestly, was she taller than Bruce? She’d seemed insurmountable as a child; he hadn’t expected her height to truly be so statuesque as an adult.

(Or. Well. Almost an adult.)

She didn’t quite kneel down, but she did stoop lower, as if Tim was small and he needed to be on equal footing in order to have a serious conversation.

He could see all her freckles. Tim swallowed. It was too familiar. Everything about her was too familiar.

“You’re so big now,” Jazzy whispered, looking at his hair, his suit, his polished shoes. He didn’t feel it. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well.”

Thanks, Tim almost said. Something stopped him—something thick in his throat, to impassable to break through.

“I—“ he tried. He coughed. “Why…you… You’re here?”

Jazzy threw him an incredulous look, and then an incredibly wry one. “Well,” she drawled a little too primly, in the way that Alfred occasionally made obvious statements, “I’d think it obvious that when one’s parents have passed away, that those who care about you might come to check and see if you’re alright.”

Which. That didn’t make sense. Jazzy hadn’t come back for any other reason; she hadn’t come back for his mother’s funeral, nor when his father was injured publicly by a villain. Why start now?

“And,” Jazz added, seeing his visual confusion and distrust, “Your parents can’t exactly threaten me with a kidnapping charge for visiting you when they’re dead.” Pause. “Which I am sorry about. My condolences.”

Which. Whiplash. What a statement.

“Uh,” said Tim, who was rapidly losing control over the situation.

Jazzy stood again, and went back to her seat; she didn’t set herself down, though, as she only stooped to grab her backpack. “I am sorry for being unable to visit, although I really wanted to; you were at a very vulnerable age and had already moved into a class a year above you, and your parents should have been less hasty about replacing your main caretaker. The assassination attempts were unwarranted, but they did drive the point home that attempting contact was perhaps discouraged.”

“What,” said Tim. “Assassin what.”

“They were ninjas,” Jazzy offered, as if that was an answer. “Except the last one, which was a former marine. The point is that I do care about you, and wanted to ask if you had any idea where you’re going now that your parents are no longer…available guardians.”

Tim’s mouth opened. It closed.

Jazzy waited patiently.

“…How have you been?” Tim tried, resorting to a part of the script they hadn’t gone through yet.

Jazzy’s laugh was tired, but no less real. It was nothing like listening to his parents titter politely; he didn’t think Jazzy would even know how to fake a laugh. “Well, my brother told me that my former bosses had died, which was somewhat stressful. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy: I live with my brother and worked with him for the last few years. I was going to pursue medicine, but…well. The assassination attempts made it hard to interview for scholarships. I suppose that I could return to that now,” Jazzy mused, attention now elsewhere. She pulled the backpack off the floor and up into her grip. She opened it, and flipped through its contents. “How are you doing? I know that Wayne Manor fosters, but your parents were always rather…hands off. I thought the difference in levels of attention might be overwhelming.”

It was. Tim should be surprised how clearly she sees through him—

—But Jazzy used to watch him stim for almost a full hour after school, twisting Bunny’s arms back and forth until he could calm down. Seeing other people all day had been too much for him. Coming home from his parents’ parties had been similarly stressful.

She’d never been mad at him for it. She held him while he talked and stimmed and talked and talked and talked, and brushed his hair sometimes, or if it was very late and he was very young, helped him brush his teeth through all the medieval execution facts he could name.

“It is a lot to get used to,” Tim agreed quietly. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. He didn’t want to let on anyone about his plan to leave.

He had an out. The papers had already been filed; there was an actor waiting to play his uncle for a custody battle, ready for the fight.

Tim was ready to up and go. It was no hardship to leave all the good things here; anything beat making Bruce stick his fingers into Tim any deeper than they already were, compromising the dynamic they’d already established.

It was for the best.

“I can imagine,” Jazzy sympathized easily. “And I wanted to offer—well. I know there’s probably a lot of choices available to you, but my brother and I recently moved back to Gotham proper for the time being. He’s teaching astronomy courses at the university and I’m filing paperwork for Arkham patients. It’s not so privileged a home, but it’s quieter, and more central in town.”

…Tim’s heart skipped.

He. He couldn’t stop staring. Jazzy stared back at him, quiet and sure. Sure of what, Tim had no idea, but…

Why? Why would she want Tim? There was no way she would be able to get to his trust fund without his help, and he for sure knew better than to enable her ability to leech from him. The last time she’d known him, Tim had been a snot-nosed kid who cried all the time and couldn’t be normal for twenty consecutive minutes. His parents couldn’t even stand to be on the same hemisphere as him as a child. What appeal did this have for her?? What could having a teenager with severe baggage living in her house do for her?

And it’s not like there was any chance she knew he was Robin!

“Oh,” Jazzy suddenly interrupted. “I brought these for you, by the way. Your parents had tossed them out at various points; I’ve washed them since, of course.”

She handed him the backpack by the handle.

…Tim peeked inside.

On top was Bunny, still a washed-out faded sort of pink. He looked as fresh as he had the day when Tim’s parents had ”cleaned out” Tim’s nursery—in other words, a faded, a little gray, and slightly discolored from an old spaghetti stain. His button eyes were big and blue.

And beneath him were books that hadn’t passed his father’s muster as appropriately masculine reading material: The Velveteen Rabbit, with the cover a little scarred from a fierce attack of wet wipes. There’s A Monster at the End of This Book, with a goofy-looking Muppet on the cover, gold spine beat up beyond belief. Art Tim’s teacher at the time must have laminated and sent home; Tim’s dorky, crayon cat proved he would never make it as an artist, but attached to it was a photograph of a grinning boy with a bowl cut and a missing tooth.

Tim stared. There’d been purple marker on his hands and face. His grin looked…really bad, actually, like as if he was baring his teeth because he didn’t know how to smile. There was no formal grace there. Nothing to show the neighbors, nothing worth framing to put into the line of sight of the investors in the office.

Jazzy had kept it and brought it home with her. Jazzy had fished it out of the trash, and brought it with her to give back to him in Gotham.

It was crinkled like it’d been folded, over and over again. Further down in the bag was a crumpled certificate dedicated to “Timmy Drake, for: knowing a lot about octopi”, and a baby blanket Tim didn’t even remember. It had rocket ships on it. It looked as if someone had cut into it with scissors, although it had been obviously and brightly mended with red embroidery floss later on.

Jazzy had only been his nanny until Tim was seven. She had simply been gone one night, and Mom and Dad had been home for ten nights after without help before giving in and hiring Mrs. McIlvane and Mrs. Edith. Ms. Edith had never been so…permissive…with Tim as Jazzy had been.

Tim swallowed. He carefully put everything back into the backpack, unsure if he even wanted to keep it or not. It wasn’t like he could leave it here; he’d be gone, ideally, before the week was out. There was no point in taking it with him if he only planned to live with a stranger until he was eighteen.

“J…” Tim tried. He cut himself off before he could get too informal without prompting. “Miss Jasmine—“

“Just Jazz,” Jazzy corrected politely.

“—Why are you here?” Tim asked, ignoring how she’d technically already answered. He didn’t believe her. “What made my parents fire you?”

Jazzy’s expression turned…soft. Tim couldn’t look at her. Something horrible was welling with it, and he didn’t know how to cope.

“I’m here because I care about you,” Jazz repeated, and knelt beside him. She looked up into his face, and took his hand. Tim didn’t know why. He was practically an adult—he didn’t need this!

“And I was fired because your Mother overheard you calling me ‘Mommy’ on accident when you were tired. I suppose she was insulted, although I’d never know why; it’s not like she was ever home to bond with you in the first place.”

Tim’s throat closed. He missed his mom. He missed waiting up for his parents’ flight home, seeing their headlights outside the window, and knowing they’d bring home gifts from overseas. He missed using Mom’s perfume, and knowing he’d used more of the bottle sitting on her dressed than she ever had, but that it still smelled like her. He missed hearing his Dad telling all sorts of adventure stories and promises through the phone to be home for the holidays, even if Tim knew there was every chance he’d find some other way to spend the time back in Gotham.

And there was some small child in him who missed Jazzy, who hugged him and walked him to the library and made him soup from a can instead of fancy dinners and, who’d never needed to be waited for in the first place.

Tim looked at Jazzy’s round, freckled face.

He swallowed.

Tim moved out before the end of the week, as expected.

[odetoalibrary]

Rhaenyra’s attitude to Daemon’s twin girls in comparison to her own children is…interesting. But I don’t think the writers themselves realised it was an issue so I doubt it will be addressed

First there is her decision to not let Jace ride out on his dragon (understandable after what just happened to Lucerys!) but she sends Baela instead. You could argue that she believes that Baela, as a woman, would be less hot-blooded than Jace would which matches the show’s theme of men being bloodthirsty and women being the peacemakers. But Baela is very much mini-Daemon judging by her mad chase after Criston Cole.

Does Rhaenerya not know her personality? Have they not lived together for years as one big happy family? Or is risking Baela preferable to her actual son?

Then there is the insane attitude towards Rhaena, who she can spare because she has no dragon. Rhaenyra can’t bear to let her boys go…but Rhaena will have to be “mother” to them now. She tells this kid, her stepdaughter, to mother her children and how hard this is for her, Rhaenyra. Rhaena’s own mother is dead and she’s 16 years old.

If I thought the writers were exploring some interesting issues with Rhaenyra such as; maybe she has internal misogyny like Alicent but it express itself in a different way; or maybe she like many stepmothers just doesn’t care as much about Daemon’s previous children; or maybe she’s getting colder and more selfish as the pressure piles on and she lost her son…..but I highly doubt this was the intention.

The writers so far have made it clear that we are supposed to see Rhaenyra as the “moral” character so she doesn’t get to have major flaws like this (terrible writing decision btw). But this is completely undermined by them not realising how her treatment of the twins looks to the audience

[retirement-home-rumble]

Retirement Home Rumble: Round 4

Side A

*DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ):

TFC was a beloved youtuber who sadly passed away last year. He was submitted and then included in this tournament as a way to honor his memory. I do not want to see anyone being toxic or disrespectful to his memory. Feel free to spread propaganda and vote for who you want, but anyone crossing a line will be blocked

Why they would crush the other geezers under the cut:

WARNING: There may be spoilers

Iroh and TFC Propaganda::

Witches Propaganda:

[spicywreck]

what if fem!Armand visits fem!Daniel after the whole memory wipe thing and she's now married with her first kid on the way but she's still living in a shitty apartment with a broken elevator and she has to walk up four flights of stairs and she's freakin' five months pregnant and carrying a bag of fucking groceries and fem!Armand starts twitching because is no one going to help her?????¿????

Anyway she helps fem!Daniel bring everything up and starts regretting fucking everything bc if her beautiful girl was pregnant with her baby, things would be completely different, she'll tell you that much

[nexility-sims]

renzo hired a nanny for those daytime hours when leonor isn't home and he's ~working at home~ but leonor came back 0.5 seconds after the nanny arrived / apparently, the Western Musical also demands he work on his fitness, and ... i'll be honest, i do not think he knows what that means ...

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[dollypopup]

I'm honestly no big book fan, and for Eloise I'm like "as different to the book as they can make it, the better." (Not here to see her shuffled off into marriage to a guy who just wants her to keep house and look after his babies for him, her worst nightmare), but after this season there is one book moment I'm ready for, and that's Colin (and Anthony and Benedict obvs) beating the shit out of someone he thinks hurt his little sister. Repaying the favour for this season.

yessssss the way I NEED to see Colin step up for Eloise the same way Eloise stepped up for him. Like that's his little sister, your honor, he would kill for her. (but would also drink soup at the table when he found out she was fine, because okay El, I respect your choices)

I keep thinking about Season 2, when Colin knew about Eloise going off to the printer shop to study feminism and politics, and how he kept quiet. I keep thinking about Colin coming back from his travels with a feminist text for Eloise, which was very much not in wide circulation at the time. I think about how Colin tries to understand her in a way not many do. I think about Eloise telling him she wanted to spare him heartbreak. I think about Eloise telling Penelope she must be honest with her brother, because otherwise it is a disservice. I think about how she hugged him at the start of the season, and at the end, so so tight. I think about Colin and Eloise, and how young the two of them are, and how close in age, and how they had their differences, but also had appreciation for each other.

I don't know. I love them both so dearly. I want their relationship to keep being a highlight.

[mindtransferstaffing]

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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Who's The Boss 2x4 | The Nanny 1x9

[coochiequeens]

72 and now a widow just trafficked a three year old across international borders.

Edinburgh man, 72, and deceased wife recognised as parents of surrogate child

An Edinburgh sheriff has granted a parental order which recognised a 72-year-old man and his deceased wife as the legal parents of a child born in the USA as the result of a surrogacy agreement.

An Edinburgh sheriff has recognised a 72-year-old man and his deceased wife as the legal parents of a child born from surrogacy.

The three-year-old was born on August 21, 2020, in Oklahoma. This came after a surrogacy agreement that the couple, who were in their late 60s at the time, made before the pandemic.

Following travel restrictions, the man and his wife were unable to travel to America. The child was cared for by a professional nanny.

They were brought back to Scotland in August 2021, and visited a nursing home where one of his parents was three times a week. The court understood that he recognised her as his mother.

The judgement noted that while the parents are "outwith the normal accepted range of parenthood", the father was described as "active and energetic". It was said that he had been enrolled in nursery, while boarding school options were being considered.

Factors such as the connection between the boy and his father, the effect on his identity, and the "legal rights he would have on her significant moveable estate" were also noted.

In her decision, Sheriff Wendy Sheehan said: “I do not consider that the petitioners’ failure to apply to the court for a parental order within six months should operate as a bar to their application. There are cogent reasons which account for the various delays in this application.

"A broad and flexible approach to interpretation of these proceedings should be adopted when this is necessary to secure the effective protection of the rights. That interpretation results being read down so as to read ‘At the time of the application and the making of the order (a) the child’s home must be with the applicants (or in the case of an application where an applicant has died and the application is brought on his or her behalf by the surviving applicant, the child’s home must be with the surviving applicant."

She also highlighted issues that may arise in future, such as appointing a guardian in the event of the father's death. She said that the child's welfare would be "gravely compromised" if the court made no order.

She concluded: “The lack of a parental order would result in a failure to recognise his genetic relationship with the first petitioner and would deny him the social and emotional benefits of recognition of his relationship with his parents with a legality that matched his day-to-day reality. A is well cared for and thriving in the care of the first petitioner. Overall, am satisfied that the orders sought will safeguard and promote his welfare and that it is better for him that I make a parental order than that none is made.”

[jasminesilk]

These two are still very much in love and had a wonderful night out. Cheers to a successful Love Day!

[hiddenspriings]

I think it was a leisure day and it was the first time they went out for the whole day as a family

[i-donthaveanygoodidea]

I have nothing to offer but this low quality badly lit sketch of nanny Ashtoreth because she's cool and I love her and they really didn't put nearly enough padding in David's costume

I need Edwardian drama ! I need hip padding ! I need chest and shoulder padding !