#bridal carry

[dozydawn]

Ingo Steuer carries his partner Mandy Wötzel off the ice after a fall during the Winter Olympics, 1994.

#figure skating #pairs skating #mandy wötzel #ingo steuer #pairs #1994 #1990s #blood #bridal carry #fave pics #1k #injury #whump

[esbee-daisy]

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

🥺🥹

#fainting #sickfic prompts #sickfic whump #sickfic #writing prompt #whump #whumpee #caretaker #limp #passing out #collapse #unconcious #collapsing #eyes rolled back #bridal carry #whump prompt #dizzy

[invisible-pink-toast]

#wlw #my post #tropes #bridal carry #princess carry #catradora #she ra #spop #honeygogo #honey lemon x gogo tomago #big hero 6 #rupphire #su #steven universe #lumity #toh #the owl house #chloenette #mlb #miraculous ladybug #chlonette #lara croft #barbie #wonder woman #bispearl #spinnetossa

[cyberwhumper]

Imran had already known, going in, that the conditions of the breeding facility where he now found himself standing would be less than ideal when compared to his old employer. He knew the smaller budget would reflect on the conditions the animals were kept, how the entire process was executed, and what the odds of the transaction working out were. Yet he is still shocked when the cages are small, cramped, filthy. His heart aches for each and every single one of the biopets kept within, but he knows he realistically can't possibly save them all.

Just one. Just the one. That would be enough.

With every step further into the facility, the mental image of Horus degrades in his mind. Guilt gnaws at the forefront of his conscience, and it comes crashing down heavily once he sees with his own eyes what had become of the once powerful animal he had met all those years ago.

Tied to the center of the tiny room, the creature barely had any slack to move. Its body is covered in a litany of sores and bruises, and the emaciated skin clings to bone like a tight-fitting suit. As soon as its gaze meets the handler's, a shrill noise leaves its mouth. Terror, it seems, was all that remained. The knot in Imran's stomach feels so tight it's nauseating.

He hopes to appease the animal despite the handler's amused comments over the pointlessness of the effort. Horus doesn't look at him. Doesn't even seem to recognize him. It pulls away from Imran as best as it can, tail pinned between its exhausted legs, tears streaming down its face, body shaking so hard it makes the chains holding it in place clink. Talking to it has no effect. Even touching it, an act that would have always promptly elicited a bite response, does nothing.

Imran barely remembers the rest of the transaction.

At some point money had exchanged hands, the biopet was sedated, and he now found himself clutching the battered creature tight to his body as if it could possibly flee. The walk back to his vehicle feels shameful.

What have I done? No. I couldn't possibly have known this would happen. But it only happened because of me, didn't it?

The device on the back of its skull has been removed. Vandermeer leaves no loose ends. Imran doesn't want to think of what the withdrawals must have been like for the animal to go through. Death would have been a kinder choice than this.

The disgraced doctor swallows his guilt, and gently lays the biopet on the backseat. The drive would be long, but the worst, he hoped, was already over.

I'm so sorry, Horus. I promise I'll take care of you this time.

[OC INDEX]

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[aceofwhump]

Whumptober 2023

Day 30: Bridal Carry

Merlin 4x02

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #bridal carry #merlin #bbc merlin #gifs #my gifs #mod post #whumpedit #unconscious #carried

[whiteboywhump]

bridal carry

El Internado (S4E4) || unknown

The Gates S1E13 || Invasion (S1E3)

Gönül Dağı (S1E6) Bölüm || For Those In Peril (2013)

unknown || 4Jim (E17)

4Jim (E8) || 4Jim (E8)

#whump #male whump #gif #whump gif #unconscious #caretaker #h&c whump #bridal carry #whumpee #whump angst

[whumpypepsigal]

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (2023)

“You removed Adam from his cocoon early. He’s still a child.”

+bonus:

#marveledit #whumpedit #whump #gotgedit #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #adam warlock #will poulter #powers #stabbed #passing out #cradled #torture #explosion #restrained #bridal carry #carried #unconscious #my gifs #gotg spoilers #movie #wake up babes GotG Vol 3 digital is out now go watch this incredible emotional rollercoaster of a movie 😭😮‍💨🧡 #just him being injured and passing out etc etc multiple times throughout the movie lol #he is such a baby i love him #look at him wrapped in a blanket and smiling! he finally has his own found family #GotG has the best found family trope in any movie… i love them all so so much #can’t wait to see more of his character in mcu

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Hudutsuz Sevda 13. Bölüm

Prompt: "Torture"

source

#hudutsuz sevda #deniz can aktaş #turkish #turkish series #whump #male whump #whumpedit #captured #torture #pain #hair grabbing #fall #weak #bridal carry #cared for #comfort #face touching #hit #unconscious #bag over head

[ostensiblynone]

Ghost Files Live Patio Theatre

source: [lulu_anjanette] Oct 5, 2023

#bridal carry #ghost files tour 2023 #ghost files live #ryan bergara #shane madej #lizzie lockard #watcher #watcher entertainment

[whumpetywhump]

Whumptober Day 30 - Bridal Carry

Advance Bravely - Ep. 25

Bloodhounds - Ep. 6

Fireworks Of My Heart - Ep. 31

Guardian - Ep. 33

Hwarang - Ep. 18

Indigo No Yoru - Ep. 15

MY DAY The Series - Ep. 11

Poong, The Joseon Psychiatrist - Ep. 1

Portrait of Jianghu: Reincarnated Disciple-21

The Ghost Doctor - Ep. 15

#whumptober 2023 #no.30 #bridal carry #advance bravely #bloodhounds #fireworks of my heart #guardian #hwarang #indigo no yoru #my day the series #poong the joseon psychiatrist #portrait of jianghu #the ghost doctor #whump #kwhump #jwhump #cwhump #thai whump #asian whump #gifs

[celtic-crossbow]

Whumptober 2023

No. 3 “Make It Stop.” | No. 30 Bridal Carry

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (Pre-relationship)

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Gunshot wound, mentions of blood

“It… hurts.”

“I gotcha, Y/N. Ya jus’ hang on fer me, girl, y’hear?” Daryl was running as fast as he humanly could with you cradled against his chest in a bridal carry, desperate to get back to the prison. You needed Hershel and you needed him now. 

He should have never taken you out with him. You were inexperienced, clumsy. He had really just wanted to spend some time with you away from the prying eyes of your home. Those knowing smiles and giddy whispers were enough to set his nerves on edge. 

He couldn’t have known someone else would be hunting the same area. He couldn’t have known they would be tracking the same buck. He couldn’t have known that they would lay claim even though it was his bolt that took down the animal. And he definitely couldn’t have known the man would aim his gun at an innocent woman and pull the trigger before Daryl could even blink. The man went down fast with a bolt to the brain but the damage was done. 

“Make it stop. Please, Daryl.”

His heart felt as if it were being crushed in a vice, your strained pleas tearing away at him like a walker on flesh. “Almos’ there. Doc’ll fix ya righ’ up.” He could feel the warm, sticky blood spreading onto his own shirt and knew he was running out of time. His legs were burning, threatening to give out. He could barely manage a full breath. But he couldn’t stop. 

When the gates of the prison came into view, he nearly sobbed with relief. It was short lived. “Y’see? We made it.” You didn’t respond. “Y/N?” Your eyes were closed, face pale. “Fuck!” He was stumbling with exhaustion as he rushed past the few walkers shuffling around in the grass. “Open the gate!” He didn’t have to say it twice. 

Daryl made sure to stay close enough to the make-shift infirmary to be called if needed but far enough away so he couldn’t hear the urgent demands of the veterinarian as he tried to save your life. The archer sat on the floor, face in his hands, kicking himself for ever putting you in this position. He had been selfish and you were paying the price. 

“Daryl.”

The bowman quickly met Carol’s exhausted gaze. The weariness made it hard to read whether she was bringing good news or coming to tell him you were gone. 

“She… is she…?”

“She’s alive.”

Daryl let himself fall back against the wall. He felt a familiar sting behind his eyes and did his best to push it back, but the shine of tears was already evident. 

“Hershel says any longer and…. Anyway, she’s going to be fine.”

The archer nodded, not trusting his voice. Carol, ever vigilant, noticed his plight and slid down the wall next to him. “You like her, don’t you?”

“Pfft.” He responded too quickly. There was one of those knowing smiles he couldn’t stand. “She ain’t the wors’ person ta be ‘round.” The silver haired woman hummed and nodded. 

“She was thrilled you asked her to go with you.” She offered, twisting the bloody cloth in her hands. Daryl looked over at her but quickly looked away when she tried to meet his eyes. “She’s sweet on you. Has been for a while.”

“Stop.” 

“She really is, and what’s so terrible about that?”

Daryl’s face burned hot. “She can do a lot better than me.”

Carol reached out to brush his longer hair away from his face. He never flinched from her touch anymore. Hers or yours. “I don’t think so.” And with that, she stood and padded across the concrete to disappear back into the cell where you currently lay resting. 

Daryl let his friend’s words tumble around in his head, equal parts hope and fear spreading throughout. There was no way a classy little thing like you could ever be interested in a grumpy old redneck. But…maybe you had said something. Carol seemed so sure of it. 

With a shaky breath and trembling hands, the archer climbed to his feet and forced himself forward. He would sit with you until you awoke. And when you were stable enough, he would talk to you. Maybe. No, he would. He would. 

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[dozydawn]

figure skaters worrying over their injured partners...

Zhang Dan and Zhang Hao (fall)

Marie-France Dubreuil and Patrice Lauzon (fall)

Anna Cappellini and Luca Lanotte (collision with another skater during warmup)

Nora Hoffmann and Attila Elek (cut by another skater’s blade during warmup)

Ingo Steuer and Mandy Wötzel (fall)

Kana Muramoto and Daisuke Takahashi (fall during warmup)

#pose compilation #figure skating #bridal carry #injury #i should put this in the whump tag they’ll love this #whump #whumpblr #whumblr #fave pics

[delakoks]

#delakoks #sketch #nellis #nick x ellis #bridal carry #whump

[deanwinchestersboytoy]

#soldiers #masked men #bridal carry

[orpheatelos]

Holding On and Letting Go

After a long afternoon of studying in the school library (not his preferred activity, but Mitsuru had insisted after seeing his most recent exam scores) and an evening at the local boxing gym, Akihiko returns to the Iwatodai Dormitory. Having eaten on the way home from the gym, all he wants to do is brush his teeth and go to sleep.

Then he sees Makoto passed out in the dorm lounge, slumped in one of the luxurious chairs, the book he’d been reading now resting against his thigh. All those late nights cramming for exams or storming ever higher floors of Tartarus had finally caught up to him.

Deciding to wake Makoto up before Junpei finds him and does something stupid, Akihiko makes his way past the couch and table to stand over his slumbering friend. He had never paid Makoto much attention outside of Tartarus, but in sleep, the blue-haired boy looked much more fragile than his combat prowess would suggest. Aki had seen him cut down monsters twice his size, and if Takeba was to be believed, he'd beaten up three men at once with his bare hands. Yet in that moment, Aki can only compare him to his late sister Miki. He taps Makoto’s shoulder gently, but that fails to wake him.

Akihiko considers raising his voice, or even shaking Makoto awake. He can’t just leave him napping in a chair; his back would pay for that. But Makoto looks so serene that he can’t bring himself to interrupt his sleep either. The only option left is to carry him back to his room.

Sliding his arms under Makoto’s knees and back, Aki lifts him from the chair.

"C'mon, Leader,” he says. “Let's get you to bed."

When Akihiko shifts his arms underneath Makoto, the shorter boy mumbles something unintelligible and wraps his arms around Aki. He's holding on so tight, like he expects to be dropped at any moment, but Akihiko doesn’t take it as a slight to his strength. Once your home has been ripped away from you without warning, it’s hard to ever feel safe again.

After a slow, careful journey upstairs and down the hall, the two reach Makoto’s room. The door doesn’t lock, so Akihiko is able to awkwardly grab the handle and open it without disturbing his sleeping friend much. He carries him straight to bed and lowers him towards the sheets.

“Down you go,” he whispers, but Makoto won’t let go of him.

“Dad…” he whimpers, clinging tighter. “Don’t go…”

Aki lifts Makoto back up at once, holding him even tighter than before. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.” The words feel so awkward, a lie of omission he’s not skilled enough to tell convincingly, but his firm grip is soothing enough to compensate.

It takes almost a minute for Makoto to let go of him, but Aki doesn’t mind. Miki was the same way.

Once his friend is tucked into bed, Akihiko turns to leave, but the moment feels incomplete. There must be something he could do, if only he were socially savvy enough to realize what.

Feeling defeated, he makes his way out. He’s just about to close the door when it hits him.

"Good night, Leader." Akihiko sweeps Makoto’s fringe out of the way and kisses him on the forehead. As he stands up to leave, he sees a gentle smile on his friend’s face.

"Sweet dreams…”

#fanfic #fanfiction #persona 3 fanfiction #makoto yuki #minato arisato #p3 #p3r #persona 3 #persona 3 reload #fluff #akihiko x minato #akihiko x makoto #akimina #platonic #bridal carry #princess carry

[kingkenzieofmold]

my valentine contribution! Enjoy how I draw Bridal Carry Pose!🤗💖

#valentines day #happy valentine's day #bridal carry #art pose #pose #my art #digital art #artwork #art #artists on tumblr #moldy art