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Whumptober 2024 | Day 5 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist
AI-less Whumptober: Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”
Whumptober: SUNBURN | Healing Salve | Heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House)
CW: bad burns, implied migraine/overstimulation, nothing else really
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Caretaker took great pain to rub the healing salve as gently as they possibly could on the horrific sunburns that absolutely covered Whumpee’s body. But Whumpee was restless. Squirming and whining with half-lidded eyes and breathy, small whispers of pain every time Caretaker touched them. Then the same even when the Caretaker took their hand away. Especially when Caretaker took their hand away. They thrashed on the bed in a barely-awake daze looking for the comfort of human touch, practically begging and pleading for it in mewling tones.
Then Caretaker would touch them to rub on the salve and soothe their wounds and they jerked away and cried out like a wounded animal, as if it were the most agonizing thing they’d ever experienced. Then jark around in terror when Caretaker pulled away again. Then–
Caretaker didn’t know what to do. There was no winning here.
“Care– Caretaker–... Help–...”
Caretaker looked to Whumpee, their heart suddenly beating a million beats a second.
Help?!
“Whumpee! Whumpee, what is it?!” They cried, rushing to the side of their bed. Whumpee cowered at the sound. Then held out a shaky hand to them.
“I–... I hurt–... I hurt, everything hurts, everything, my head, lights, my ski-in, help me–, help me please, please, plea-ease…”
Caretaker nearly took their hand before jerking back similar to how Whumpee did. It would just hurt them more.
“I’m trying Whumpee,” Caretaker whispered. They didn’t even realize they were crying until they felt the tears running down their cheek, the small crack in their pleading voice. “I’m trying, I really am, but it’s all just gonna hurt more before it hurts less. Everything I do is just gonna hurt you more.”
They squinted, whimpering in pain as they turned their head into the pillow. Their voice muffled. “Please, please… just make it stop. The– the light… bright… stop it.”
The light?
Oh shit, did Whumpee–?
You know what? Caretaker was just relieved they could actually do something that could actually help.
They immediately ran over to the light switch and flicked it off, bathing the room in an inky pitch blackness before their eyes started to adjust to the small amount of moonlight and streetlamp filtering in through the blinds.
Even in the darkness, even through the intense gripping and shaking, Caretaker watched as Whumpee physically sank more into the bed. A small, forced sigh.
“Tha-anks… Head. Ouch…”
“I bet.” Caretaker let out a strained laugh. I’ll sit with you the rest of the night, alright? That way you don’t have to be alone in the dark. And we can finish with the burn salve and wrapping later.”
Whumpee made a sort of affirmative whimper. Then: “Jus’– ‘m fine. Get it done. Please. Then-th-th-then we both sleep.”
Caretaker sighed. But it would be so nice to get some sleep… They both needed it.
“Alright, Whumpee.”
They returned to rub the salve on the twitching and thrashing and whining Whumpee.
At least Whumpee managed to thank them once they finished.
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Why is this the only tumblr post ever? I can’t scroll. Can’t search for posts. Just stuck staring at this…
Drac u later
Tumblr it'd be nice if you notified when people fucking MESSAGED ME
tumblr hates me today, I'm trying to reblog some posts from my drafts but the error message keeps popping up 🫠
just got like 200 bot followers 🤪
hot take people headcannoning dustin, the only physically disabled character on the show that also isn't "conventionally attractive", as aro or ace feels a bit off to me if you understand what I mean
no bc ive been thinking the exact same thing 👁👁 like he canonically has a girlfriend. but regardless of that, there is something...hm abt it yk. im not at all saying* if you think dustin is ace/aro you are ableist but uh lets investigate why we're headcanoning dustin and not other characters, hm? why does it "just feel right?"
EDIT: this isn’t about ace/aro people headcanoning a character they love and/or identify with as ace/aro. this is about non-ace/aro people who can’t fathom disabled/“non conventionally attractive” people as desirable.