#cradling
This image has been around for years but I’ve never seen an attribution. Anyone know who made it? Or the model’s name?
This is is really charming. It looks like it might be a boudoir shot/homage to 1950s Gil Elvgren pinups. Anyone know who the playful model or her photographer are?
I’m still on a bit of an ocean theme, even if it’s metaphorical.
CWs: Implied aftermath of torture, swearing.
Whumpee floats alone on an icy sea. Above them, a fog pokes its suffocating tendrils down their throat. Beneath them, the depths whisper their name and try to coax them into sinking.
“Whumpee…”
“Whumpee…”
“Whumpee…”
Something grabs them, drags them. They try to squirm away, their exhausted heart spooked into a gallop. The numbing cold grows searing hot, like a kettle coming to boil, blazing vivid lines across their back. Air rushes out from lungs that held so little to begin with.
“Whumpee!” Those grabbing arms have a stranglehold. Something trembles against Whumpee’s shoulder as the voice crescendos. “Oh, thank fuck you’re alive…”
Caretaker?Whumpee tries to lift their head, but the fire is burning all the way up their neck. There is no use in seeking out Caretaker’s face, no matter how desperately they long for it. The sea-mist of unconsciousness still veils their eyes.
“Sh-sh-shh.” Caretaker’s shaking hand extracts strands of hair from Whumpee’s sweat-soaked brow. Whumpee hadn’t even realised they were making noise, that the high-pitched wailing sound was coming from their own throat. “You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay, Whumpee. They’re on their way.”
Okay. The word drifts past Whumpee like flotsam. Familiar, but not quite. Then Caretaker presses a kiss to their forehead, and they think they understand.
It’s a blearied understanding.
“You can sleep if it’s easier,” Caretaker whispers into their ear. “We’ll look after you, Whumpee. No matter what happens, you’re not theirs. You’re ours.”
Ours. Not a possessive ours,Whumper’sours,but a gentle affirmation of belonging. Whumpee allows that affirmation to soothe them out of the scene, until they’re floating on the waves again.
This time a liferaft, soft and warm and filled with Caretaker’s scent, separates them from the depths.
