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esbee-daisy · 9 months
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Give me Caretaker bridal carrying a weak Whumpee who is desperately trying to stay conscious…Whumpees arms are around Caretakers neck and their head is bobbing up and down against Caretakers chest.
And then suddenly, all at once, Caretaker notices Whumpee somehow feels heavier. Caretaker looks down at Whumpee just as Whumpee’s arms fall limp and their head flops backwards. And Caretaker has to drop to the ground both out of shock and panic as well as to check that their precious cargo is still breathing and to recollect Whumpees deadweight limbs to their chest before they stand back up
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federaliszt · 24 days
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Limp
Whumpee who is too stubborn/proud to admit to having a foot or leg injury, who muscles up all their willpower to avoid appearing weak.
At least in front of the others.
Caretaker follows them after the meeting ends, determined to figure out what Whumpee has been hiding. They've been acting so weird lately, and something just doesn't seem right...
The moment Whumpee sneaks into the stairwell and the door closes behind them, they grab for the banister, sagging, gasping as the pain they couldn't let themselves acknowledge in front of the others finally catches up to them.
Little did they know, Caretaker is right behind them, ready to pounce on them with questions and concerns.
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sarathrwizard · 1 month
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I CAN'T STOP MYSELF!!! 😭
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These fictional turtles are driving me up the wall and I love it!!! ❤
I Care comic comes first!
I Care comic comes first!!!
I Care comic comes firsssssssstttttttt!!!!!!! But I wanna draw this comic too! Like, soooooo bahahaaaaaaaddddd!!!!! 😭😁
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fionaapplerocks · 4 months
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I never did anything to you, man But no matter what I try - Fiona Apple
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where-is-my-whump · 30 days
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Hudson and Rex 6x11
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books-4-life9 · 4 months
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Newt/TBS fun facts
He says 'bloody' a total of 161 times during the series
Thomas Brodie-Sangster would put a rock in his show so he would remember to limp.
Out of the largely British cast, only Thomas Brodie-Sangster, who plays Newt, got to keep his accent.
Thomas Brodie-Sangster auditioned for both Thomas and Newt.
The WHOLE SERIES, Newt was dealing with - Physical Disability, Mental Illness, Incurable Disease, and he still cared so much for the others
So… yeah. Crying.
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Whumpril 2024 - Day 1 - Limp
Hehehe I've threatened this idea before c:<
TWs: Drugging, collapse, poisoning
"I thought I said I didn't need a smoothie?" Mariano grinned despite his questioning protest as Dimitri slid into his passenger seat. He held two cups, one a brilliant pink and the other a rich purple, and didn't hesitate to shove the purple one towards Mariano.
"Don't think about it, stupid, it was free. They fucked up the previous person's order and the guy threw a fit and left." Dimitri said, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his own. "The barista stormed out and everything too, the person who made mine had to stop their shit to take over. So they offered it to me."
"Oh?" Mariano took a sip from his before setting it in his cup holder so that he could drive. "Guess we were lucky, you got a show and I got a surprise blueberry smoothie."
"And Rat got a free pup cup, too, so both of my favorite dogs got something." Dimitri laughed as Mariano swatted at his shoulder, settling his little hairless dog's carrier onto the floor board. "C'mon, stop pouting and drive, Laredo's wanting me to join him on his stream in half an hour."
Mariano laughed, putting his car into gear. "Alright, alright. Roll down your window, too. I haven't gotten around to recharging my AC yet and she doesn't need to cook."
The drive was quick, just a ten minute jaunt back to the house that the other war mages shared on the edge of town. Dimitri waved to Mariano as he sat down on the couch with his laptop and smoothie, smiling as Mariano settled in to start going through manager applications for the coffee shop. It was about time--the circles under his eyes were getting to be too permanent for Dimitri’s liking. "Text if you need anything, I'll have my notifications on."
Mariano waved in return, giving him a quick smile as he took another long drink. Dimitri slipped into Laredo’s room, donning the pair of headphones with a unicorn horn and horse ears–Laredo was fiercely insistent that he always got the cat ear headphones. It was “part of his brand.”
Dimitri just thought he looked cute in them.
They were half an hour into “two people control one character in Bornsouls 2” when Dimitri’s phone lit up with a message from Mariano.
soemthing is worng dimirti
Dimitri froze up, frowning as he looked down. “I…am going to check on our boyfriend.” Dimitri stood, snatching his phone up and setting the headphones down on their stand. He had just gotten his fingers around the doorknob when it sounded like someone dropped one of Laredo’s weights in the hallway. 
When he ripped open the door, ice filled his veins. Mariano was sprawled on the floor of the hallway, facedown on the carpet and looking like he hadn’t even tried to catch himself. In an instant, Dimitri was on the stairway of the infiltration drill building, with the dawning realization that he’d poisoned the new kid far, far past what he’d intended.
There was no Manuel this time, though, no Izan. They were both at work. There was no medical backup to call for. No one would be there in forty-five seconds. “Laredo!” He shouted, urgency pulling his voice tight as he sprinted to Mariano’s side and pulled him into his arms. 
Mariano was completely limp as Dimitri manhandled him and pressed his ear to Mariano’s chest. He could feel him breathing, shallow and too-quick. He could hear his heartbeat, just as fast. His expression was entirely neutral, with an awful paleness starting to creep into his lips and cheeks. “Call emergency services! He’s breathing but he’s not waking up.” 
“I am!” Laredo shouted back, appearing in the doorway with his phone pressed to his ear. “Yes–yes, that’s our address. My boyfriend just collapsed–yes. He is, and we know first aid. Okay, you–ten minutes?”
Dimitri growled as he shifted Mariano in his arms again, moving Mariano’s head to rest on his shoulder. He could smell the blueberries on his breath. Was this what Manuel experienced back then? It made his stomach churn. “Ten fucking minutes? They’d better be speeding or–”
“They’re going as fast as they can, Dimitri–yeah, no, no, it wasn’t a fight, we were playing a video game and heard him hit the floor. Dimitri’s just worried–the…the victim’s name is Mariano. Yeah, I’m Laredo. Dimitri’s the one keeping an eye on him. No, he didn’t choke, we don’t know what happened, he was okay earlier.”
Dimitri remembered something, then. The barista, the one who made the drink, the one who’d stormed off; he hadn’t ever seen them before. He always went to this smoothie place. The employees all knew him. They all liked him. 
That new barista had added a packet of something into the smoothie. He hadn’t heard the man’s order. He’d just assumed it was some artificial sweetener, or other flavoring.
“The smoothie was poisoned.” Dimitri blurted out. 
Laredo froze, cutting himself off. “The what?”
Dimitri repeated himself, more urgently. “Someone didn’t want their smoothie so we got it for free–Laredo, this sounds insane, but I think the smoothie was poisoned. It was a powder. The cup–it should still be on the side table!” 
“Oh–yes, yeah, we think our boyfriend’s drink might’ve been tampered with. No, no allergies, no fainting conditions. Yes, we still have the cup, it hasn’t been washed out.”  
A low groan from Mariano made everything else fall away. Dark eyes fluttered, pact rings just barely peeking out beneath his lashes. “‘Mitri…?” He managed, barely past a whisper. “It's hard to breathe…” 
“Don’t talk right now.” Dimitri said, cradling Mariano’s face with one hand and shifting him in his arms again. “You’ve been poisoned, help is coming.” 
“Y’sir.”
Dimitri felt heat roaring behind his eyes. “Eyes on me.” He could see Mariano struggling to listen, how his lashes fluttered with the effort. Dimitri’s mouth opened again before he could stop it. “I swear Mariano, I didn’t–”
Mariano smiled, his usual faint flicker of an expression. “I know.” He whispered back, turning his face to nuzzle into Dimitri’s palm. “Y’wouldn’t.”
Dimitri sobbed, clutching Mariano close as tears started to fall. They rolled down his face and into Mariano’s hair. Laredo’s voice disappeared as Mariano reached up to hold Dimitri’s hand in return. Only the approaching sirens broke through the rushing chaos in Dimitri’s head. 
All that mattered was that help was on the way, Mariano was awake, holding onto him, and that he still trusted him.
@honeybees-125 @inscrutable-shadow @whumperofworlds @bxtterflystxtches
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redrcs · 2 months
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Limp and depressing through heat's oppressing. Love's desire, defined as heat, When faced with real life summers finds that summer leaves us beat.
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lennox0arts · 2 months
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"What do we do with the cane dear sailor?"
When ocie and chaos used to dance, Ocie used to sit them on a Rolling chair, they'd dance around happily, spinning around each other, wheels squeaking and tails twirling. Chaos eventually got really good at it!
(please let me know if this is innacurate. While I use a mobility aid, everyone is different. I've never had to use a cane, so i dont know how well this would work
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esbee-daisy · 5 months
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Caretaker is SOOOO pissed and hysterical with panic over Sickie’s state. Sickie had just minutes before sworn they were fine. And now here they are, collapsed on the floor in a heap of limp limbs, and Caretaker is screaming and ranting at them before they can even think. After unleashing on them, Sickie looks up at Caretaker with wet, glossy eyes, looking positively pitiful, and in a weaker voice than could be imagined stutters out “I’m sorry….I…I really didn’t know…it was this bad.” The look of utter confusion and remorse on Sickie’s face is just so genuine and so pathetic that Caretaker can’t help but feel an immediate crushing wave of guilt.
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whump-about-it · 24 days
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Earned it
@whumpril Day 1: Limp
CW: angst.
Whumpee's limp had never gone away.
Everything else had healed. Wounds had closed. The broken bones had mended. Their face and rib cage had filled out to hide the once all-to-visible bones beneath them. They had color in their face again. And light in their eyes. Whumpee smiled and laughed once again. Whumpee loved to laugh. Even more so than they had before Whumper.
In all ways Whumpee had healed. But the limp stayed stubbornly persistent. They'd spent over a year in PT trying to work it out. And to be fair, it had helped. Whumpee no longer relied on crutches like they had in the beginning. And on good days you could almost not notice their lagging gait if you were just passing by. It had never really gone away though.
The doctors had said that it never would. The muscles and tendons were just too damaged. They would never regain full physical strength in their leg no matter how much they worked out or stretched. The limp was just another one of Whumpee's scars.
They could ignore it most of the time. Accept that it was just they way they lived now. But some days were harder than others. When they were tired at the end of the day or the very beginning of morning and felt like they had to drag their foot across the floor for lack of strength to lift it. Or when they were sitting on the steps Caretaker's porch, watching their friends play some pickup game Whumpee couldn't manage.
Whumpee would get frustrated and lonely at those times. Pitying themselves for not being able to be like they had been before. But they tried to keep their frustrations to themselves. The only person they could blame was Whumper. And they weren't around anymore for Whumpee to be able to yell at them. Caretaker and the others had already done so much to help Whumpee when things were really bad at the beginning. And they had never tried to other Whumpee or push them away. They didn't deserve to have Whumpee's frustrations taken out on them. So Whumpee held it in. Most of the time.
Once, when Whumpee had been visiting Caretaker's house, their leg gave out while they were on the stairs and they had face planted into the steps giving themselves a bloody nose. When Caretaker got to them, Whumpee was trying to staunch the bleeding with one hand while pounding the offending step with the other. Crying and cursing their leg for being useless.
"I may as well cut it off!" They sobbed to Caretaker as they tried to comfort them. "For all the use it is!"
"Oh, don't say that." Was all Caretaker answered, assuming their position of comforting their friend until the blood and tears were done.
"I'm sorry." Whumpee apologized when they were ready to speak again. "It's not as bad as it looks. I just tripped is all. I'm sorry I over reached."
"Oh Honey" Caretaker cooed "You didn't over react. It's okay to be angry some days. You get to have emotions. And you've earned your anger."
That became Whumpee's mantra after that day. Whenever they got frustrated, or their leg dragged or gave out. They would sit on their bed and repeat those words.
The limp won't go away. But I get to have emotions. And I've earned my anger.
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bloodybloody · 15 days
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Do I look like a mad scientist now?
You're lying on the floor now; your ribcage is slightly opened, and blood has dripped and stained your skin.
You flinched uncontrollably as she stuck her fingers inside your wound and breathed against it rapidly. She first made you sick, and she licked your wound like a wild animal. She used you for her animal thirst.
She leaned back and caressed your fading body. She drew hearts with your blood to make you look more alive, and then she kissed each of them.
She pulled away the hair that fell on her face with her palms and cleared her sight. She looked at you in the eyes and stared at you for a quick second.
Then she messed up her hair much more; the blood in her hands penetrated her hair and made them pile together.
She shook her hair as she giggled, then stroked a pose and said, "Do I look like a mad scientist now?". 
Her floral smell was blended with the smell of iron, and every hair shake made you remember the playground. You remembered your bleeding knees, the children's laughter, and the bittersweet smell of dandelions.
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fionaapplerocks · 7 months
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Fiona Apple
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thewhumpcaretaker · 25 days
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🖤 Whumpril Prompt I - Limp 🖤
Poems from the perspective of Caretaker.
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This is no death, this is a levitation, bidden by my tenderest command. Rise, you bloodless, boneless, rise, you kitten-soft. Chest-first, and trailing towards the Earth, all limp against the downpull, be aloft.
This is no death, this is an inspiration. Thine is the passion, where the passion ebbs, thine is the power, whose neck and soul loll back, who fainting, fading, sparkles with dark stars. Thine is the sight, whose eyes are clouded black.
This is no death, this is a coronation. Be easy, none oppose you while I stand. Tired warrior, I was busy - all your enemies are dead. You’ll soon awake to find me bowing, and a crown upon your head.
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Today’s disabled character is Helen Kunen from the film “Eden(1996)”.She is diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and she use a full leg brace and walks with a limp.
Link: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119049/ .
Character portrayed by Joanna Going
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books-4-life9 · 5 months
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Hello, so, please leave me alone before I cry
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