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therealclumsyguppy · 1 month

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Meet “. . .” Said outloud is “Ellipses” or Ellie.

They are mute. (No I did not intentionally name them Ellipses because of that. But I like to think they gave themselves that name to be funny.)

They communicate through meme audios that come from the speakers on their head, emotes/emoticons on their visor also a words sometimes, and through ASL.

I love them a lot and literally made them in like 2 days which is the fastest I have every sped ran a character.

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spiritguru-sloppypears · 4 months

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TEARDROP. CAN'T. TALK. (Rant)

Minor TPOT spoilers?

TL;DR: Accept that Teardrop is mute and will never have a voice instead of trying to make her talk, you ableist fuck. /nbh (unless you try to make TD talk, shame on you /gen)

"TPOT 9 but Teardrop actually ta -"

SHUT THE FUCK UP. /gen

TEARDROP WILL ALWAYS BE MUTE AND THE COMMUNITY NOT ACCEPTING THAT FEELS VERY ABLEIST.

Like, bro. TD has no voice, and the Blocky and vocal cords thing isn't canon (IT'S AN EDITED TFI SCREENSHOT).

Shame on you for manipulating people into thinking Blocky was ableist. /nbh

Also, Woody is nonverbal, so I'd prefer if you don't do that with him either.

"But I want Teardrop to talk -"

SHE CAN'T. THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT. SHE DOESN'T TALK BECAUSE SHE'S PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO.

"Why can't she -"

She just can't. It's not her fault.

SHAME ON YOU IF YOU DENY THAT SHE IS CANONICALLY MUTE.

ABLEISTS DNI. EVEN IF YOU'RE UNINTENTIONALLY ABLEIST, I WON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR INTERACTION ON MY PROFILE/BLOG.

#teardrop can't talk #bfdi #bfdi teardrop #rant #mute character #stop making mute characters talk #mute people physically can't talk #they'd find that offensive probably #ableism

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bahja-blix · 3 months

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Oliver the Deaf/Mute imp kid controversy

During my break from most platforms due to family issues and me not wanting to indulge myself on most platforms for peace and quiet I pondered something during that time. I wanted to do something fun Regarding lil Oliver who Finally has a name after all the backlash Viv got for NOT naming her Deaf or possibly Mute character...

I wanted to try to crack exactly what Fizz and Oliver said and how accurate it is which will require me to also learn more along the way and it's thanks to the fact that I actually have an official Sign language Dictionary that has real pictures that teaches a reader how to Sign when speaking with your hands, what to Sign, and much more. The book itself was given to me as a gift from a licensed Sign Language and Deaf speaking and assisting teacher who was awesome to talk to. She specializes with Special Needs and other forms of Disabilities in her class such as Autism, ADHD, (Both in which I have but were diagnosed many years apart) or other Disabilities on the spectrum or differing conditions. And I've kept it since then.

This is Oliver, Olive or Ollie for short. Say Hi :D

He uses Sign Language to speak and is possibly both Deaf and Mute however I'm going off research regarding his condition/disability.

Here is the book from front to back ^^

As I read and look around at the endless adventure of learning a new Language and cracking what the show Signed it will also further my development of more accurately developing my own characters that are either Mute, Deaf, Or both. Some of them are main characters and either speak fluent Sign Language along with another Language taught via writing which is hard work but can be achieved over time. Some don't speak another language. Some of them are secondary, supporting etc. there's Always a role for them. Kuma is one of them, She's a main character of a series I'm working on. I'll show her later once she's finished in design. She is Both Deaf and Mute and uses a hearing aid to help hear from her Left Ear. She mainly speaks fluent Sign Language via hands or writes what she says. She's fluent in Japanese writing all in which took her years to learn by special teachers. She's treated as a person from thick and thin. Unlike how Viv treats her characters. Kuma originally comes from Tokyo Japan but moved internationally to California for college.

If you have any questions regarding my journey please don't hesitate to ask ❤️🙏

EDIT: I absolutely despise how Vivziepop writes her characters when it comes to "Trying" to represent something. That's why I was inspired to write this! That's why wanted to step in and be entirely goal oriented when representing stuff you can't do Viv. Viv sucks at representation in every way shape and form. From writing harmful stereotypes of All kinds, to misrepresenting the LGBT plus community I've been in for almost a decade, SA, SHrsd, Domestic Abuse victims (I hate to dig up a huge part of my past however... I fall into all those three categories too... Bcus my biological dad... Did unspeakable things to me...), to the way she writes her women vs guy characters in a non equalized way, the way she writes about drug abuse or alcoholics, and not give two shits about their development to the way she literally didn't give a shit about Oliver AND misrepresents the Disabled community that I'm ALSO in and left Oliver nameless UNTIL her audience CALLED HER OUT for that like... What the hell went through your head when you sat at the round table of yours with your team you call "Geniuses" like... Deaf Imp Child????? DEAF FUCKING IMP CHILD???? LoooooL! Stop trying Viv it's over! Your own political party doesn't like your ass no more neither wether traditionalized old school Dems like me or Modernized Americanized Dems. Everyone who saw through your bullshit regardless of who they are or where they lean don't want your shit anymore because you failed everyone around you multiple times for YEARS. I've found out So MANY things about you mate. I actually looked up to you... Lots of us did... And you only get worse from here. Your audience ain't the bigot unless they actively boot lick and kiss your ass. Valid criticism wether Harsh or Not is NOT "hate" lmao 🤣 love how thats your favorite go to word. Maybe come up with something original to call your audience you sack of poorly packaged horse shit, mmk! (Pilot Angel Dust reference btw if you get it)

Off topic but Viv really went Too far >:(

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a-dead-tea · 2 years

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Mute Villain #9

"So that's why you can't do this, Villain!" Hero says, finally ending their speech.

The villain raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, that is why you won't do this."

Villain raises their other eyebrow.

"Oh come on! Don't do this!"

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sapphicccici · 1 month

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My First Whump Post

This is canon backstory for my OC Detali Gamble, who is a beserker barbarian. She and Makkel Dextri (caretaker) are prisoners who are forced to be gladiators. She lost her arm in a gladiator fight, and has to deal with the repercussions :)

Tags: Female Whumpee, Mute Caretaker, Post Amputation Whump, Defiant Whumpee, Institutional Whump, (lowkey) Suicidal Whumpee

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Detali stared at the juice. The cap was screwed on tightly, which would’ve been no problem for her just hours ago. Dr. White had told her she should be grateful at how quickly technology was able to heal her. She had told him to fuck off.

She raised the cap to her mouth and bit down hard, and tried to unscrew it. She struggled for several minutes, before slamming the juice onto the table.

Makkel looked over the counter, concern written clearly on his face.

“Sorry.” She grumbled. “I didn’t mean to be loud.”

She tried again to tackle the juice, this time tucking it under the nub of what used to be her right arm to hold it steady while unscrewing the cap with her left hand. She struggled for a minute, grunting with the effort.

Makkel slowly approached her and reached out his hand for her to hand it over to him.

“No,” Detali huffed. “I want to do it myself.”

He nodded, and stepped back.

She squeezed the bottle harder into her armpit, and finally twisted the bottle enough to hear the click sound of the cap releasing. Then the bottle emptied itself into her lap.

She finally snapped. Rage swarmed her body, white hot and loud.

She growled, standing and chucking the bottle as hard as she could at the wall. She screamed and kicked her chair, toppling it over. She shoved the table with so much force that it screeched against the ground. She didn’t care. She screamed as she started picking up things off of the table, flinging them at the walls.

“I fucking hate it here!” She spat. Tears streamed down her face. “I should’ve just died! Why can’t you fuckers just let me die!”

She screamed again and shoved the table harder, toppling it over and shattering the glass tabletop.

A guard approached her, his taser raised. “Ms. Gamble that is enough. Stand down.”

Detali followed as much force as she could muster through her body, until her fist connected with his face.

The guard fell back onto the floor, wiping blood from his nose before standing and running away.

Suddenly, she felt large arms surrounding her.

“No! Let me go!” She punctuated every word with a punch into the arms that were holding her.

The arms turned her around, tucking her head into their chest. With surprise she looked up to see Makkel holding her.

“Makkel let me go, please.” She sobbed. “I don’t want to be here, Makkel, please.”

A tear streamed down Makkel's cheek as he dropped to his knees, pulling her down into his lap.

She sobbed intelligibly into his chest as he stroked her hair. The fight drained from her body with each stroke.

Footsteps pounded down the hallway, crunching on glass as they entered the room. Detali looked up to see six guards standing with tasers ready, surrounding her and Makkel.

Makkel held up a hand and lifted his other hand to hold her tighter, shielding her face from the guards.

“Dextri’s got her.” The guard with the bleeding nose announced to the group. “She shouldn’t be any more trouble to us.”

They stepped back, and turned to walk away. One guard looked back, making eye contact with Makkel. He nodded, and she turned and left the two of them sitting on the floor.

#oc whump #whump community #female whumpee #defiant whumpee #mute character #mute caretaker #amputation whump #institutional whump #my oc #whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumpblr

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cannondisabledcharacters · 19 days

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Today's disabled character of the day is Combustion Man from Avatar the Last Airbender, who is an amputee with a prosthetic arm and leg. He is also mute

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a man with a red tattoo of an eye on his forehead. He has a shaved head and brown eyes. He has a thick black beard and mustache. He is wearing a brown tunic with a deep cut, black belt with gold belt buckle, and brown straps around his wrist. His left arm has a metal prosthetic arm with black straps. He has a medium light skin tone.]

#amputee character #mute character #character with a prosthetic #Avatar the Last Airbender #Avatar the Last Airbender Combustion Man #Combustion Man #atla #atla combustion man #disabled character of the day

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radioactivespiderblood · 2 days

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unpacking some things while writing

So I'm still writing my DamiJon fic (trying to write 100 words a day) and I just introduced Cassandra Wayne. In the fic she's mute and uses sign language.

In the scene Cass signs to Damian and he signs back. I originally wrote it so Alfred comes in and speaks out loud to them because it didn't feel right to have him sign to them, even though they were having a signed conversation. I was stuck on that scene kept asking myself "why do I think he shouldn't sign?"

I eventually figured it out. I thought Alfred was too prim and proper. Implying that signing was improper.

Needless to say I changed it so he signs in that scene and he will continue to sign when addressing Cass or a group which includes Cass.

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byz-was-here · 2 months

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I've had a realization.

In my bionicle fic, I've made Kopeke mute.

Normally this isn't an issue, but I've had him use gestures and facial expressions to communicate his meaning across.

(Also avoided having him write or having him reveal his direct thoughts via POV)

This has been fine, so far.

But. I've also implied there's a population of de-matoran in Ko-Koro along with the ko-matoran. (No one knows they're not ko-matoran, not even them. Amnesia is a bitch)

De-Matoran that probably use sign language.

This leaves me with two possibilities as a writer.

1) Kopeke knows sign language. However, his friends outside of Ko-Koro don't, and conveying his intent via charades has just become habit as a result at this point.

2) Kopeke does not know sign language, because either he's never had the courage to ask someone to teach him, or no one in "keeping in my own lane" Ko-Koro never thought to offer.

I'm not sure which is better and at this point, (93.7k words in and counting) I'm afraid to ask.

...help

#byzrambles #bionicle #posts that will get me sent to karzahni #bonkle #kopeke #mute character #how do i even tag this #the chronicler's company as toa au

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shyjusticewarrior · 1 year

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Gotham Incorrect Quotes Pt 139

Ed: Gentle reminder not to eat too much candy before bed.

Martin, writing: No.

Ed: This was a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage.

Martin: *Word.

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Ed: Hey, do any of you know how to render really well?

Oswald: I can render my enemies immobile.

Ed: I meant 3D computer renders but I'll keep you in mind for future reference.

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homedepot12footskeleton · 7 months

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Is Hanna become a Mute when she’s a 12 ft tall Giant? She’s so cute!

Hi, thanks for the ask! Yes, when Hannah first transformed, it put a ton of strain on her and kind of…disconnected her voice box. If she tries to speak, she really can’t get past one syllable before she starts to bleed (not pleasant) and she can’t even really grunt or anything either. So, her main methods of communication are a little binder she carries around that has different phrases and words in it, terrible games of charades, or her psychic connection with Janet. She’s learning ASL, but it’s slow going.

#g/t #minigiant #oc: hannah #minigiantess #oc: janet #sfw g/t #mute character #SkellyAnswers

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superjumpintomyheart · 1 year

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Picture Captain 3 being mute and doing sign language. The truth is that they are BAD at it, so they’re having to sign out what they think are words to their limited abilities before Marie translates.

fun fact about me! i am fluent in american sign language!! i'm in college to become a sign language interpreter so i am on board with this idea so hard

Captain Three is selectively mute in my brain which is caused by a high level of social anxiety and they can't really talk to people, other than ppl like eight and the squid sisters. they picked up Inkling Sign Language (inkSL, if you will) to be able to communicate a bit more when they just can't speak at all even if it's with someone like Marie, but unfortunately they don't know a lot of signs so they are constantly just miming or spelling out everything. Marie would know a lot of inkSL but she can only figure out so much of what Three is trying to say when their vocabulary is limited, so a lot of their interactions are like:

Marie: What's up Captain? Cap 3: *pointing to neo agent 3 and lil buddy, thinks for a moment before fingerspelling the word "annoying"* Marie: They annoy you? Cap 3: *nods, but signs the word "more" many times* Marie: They annoy you.. a lot? Cap 3: *nods, then tugs on their hair with a frustrated expression* Marie: They make you wanna rip your hair out? Cap 3: *nods* Marie: Yeah... me too sometimes, Three.

#splatoon #splatoon ask #splatoon 3 #splatoon headcanon #splatoon hc #agent 3 #captain 3 #agent three #captain three #marie #marie splatoon #marie cuttlefish #mute agent 3 #mute captain 3 #mute character #sign language #neo agent 3 #new agent 3 #lil buddy

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thelastdiamondpiratealchemist · 10 months

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Inspired by the Lies of P.

A mute Pinocchio lives with his human friend, Scarlett, and her parents.

(The Lies Of P.) "Tales of Pinocchio."

“N-No, Pinocchio!” Scarlett warned the living puppet, “Don’t remove your clothes!”

Pinocchio, being a mute puppet, tilts his head to the side. He gently touches Scarlett’s face, confused why she’s blushing. He thinks Scarlett has a fever. He then places his hand on his forehead, only complicating Scarlett further.

“Pino?” Scarlett asked, her blush deepening; Pinocchio panicked. He looked around, trying to find the right “words” or something to help him explain his worry. He then scoops Scarlett into his arms, placing her into his own bed; he then rushes over to his pitcher and basin and pours the water into the glass bowl before desperately shoving a cloth into the cold water. Scarlett watches in confusion as Pinocchio hurriedly rushes about, not understanding his intentions. She tries to communicate with him, her words stumbling in her perplexed state.

“P-Pinocchio, what are you…? Why are you…?”

Pinocchio interrupts her with a worried expression, handing her the damp cloth. He points at her flushed cheeks and then the cloth, urging her to use it on herself. Scarlett finally understands his concern, and realization dawns upon her.

“Oh, you think I have a fever! But Pinocchio, I’m not sick,” she reassures him gently, but the puppet remains unconvinced.

His glass face furrows in worry as he points at the cloth and then at her again, insisting that she use it. Scarlett, touched by his innocence, decides to play along. She takes the fabric from him, pretending to dab it on her cheeks. Pinocchio’s face starts to relax, thinking he has successfully helped her.

As she continues the charade, feeling the coolness of the cloth on her skin, Scarlett can’t help but admire Pinocchio’s genuine concern. It reminds her again of his inherent goodness and the purity of his intentions.

“Thank you, Pinocchio,” she whispers, smiling at him. And even though the lie remains, Scarlett realizes that sometimes the lies of Pinocchio are born out of a deep love and understanding that surpasses words, “I feel better…Hey, what are you doing now?”

Still in worry, Pinocchio gestures for Scarlett to lie down and rest. He carefully tucks her in and sits by her side, watching over her with a sense of protectiveness. Scarlett can’t help but be moved by his actions, knowing he is trying his best to care for her.

“Pinocchio, I appreciate your concern, but I really am fine,” she says softly, touching his glass cheek. “You don’t have to worry so much.”

Pinocchio looks at her with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. He may not speak, but his actions speak volumes. His love for Scarlett shines through, and even though his understanding of the world may be limited, his heart is full of compassion.

“How can I convince him that I’m better?” Scarlett thought. She placed her hand under her chin as she thought.

A mischievous smile creeps onto Scarlett’s face as an idea forms in her mind. She places Pinocchio’s glass hand on her forehead, pretending to feel her own temperature. With an exaggerated grimace, she shakes her head and pouts.

“Oh no, Pinocchio,” Scarlett says with mock worry, “I think I might have a fever after all. Maybe you were right.”

Pinocchio’s eyes widen, and he frantically searches for another cloth, determined to help her feel better. Scarlett can’t help but giggle at his earnestness but also feel a warmth inside her heart. Even though Pinocchio’s understanding of the situation may be misguided, his care and love are genuine.

As Pinocchio returns with a new damp cloth, Scarlett takes it from him and gently places it on her forehead, pretending to feel the soothing coolness. Pinocchio watches her with relief and happiness, thinking he has successfully assisted her again.

“Thank you, Pinocchio,” Scarlett says, her voice filled with gratitude, “Your love and concern mean the world to me.”

Pinocchio smiles, his glass features softening with genuine happiness. He may not always understand the truth, but he can show his love and care for Scarlett in his own way. And in that moment, Scarlett realizes that sometimes, the lies of Pinocchio can bring a sense of comfort and happiness that surpasses words.

“Scarlett! I need you to serve a few of our guests at our restaurant!” Scarlett’s mother, Mary, called from downstairs.

Startled, Scarlett quickly sits up in bed, her imaginary fever forgotten. She looks at Pinocchio, who looks just as surprised as she is.

“Pinocchio, I’m better,” Scarlett smiled, standing up from the bed, “You made me feel better, but before I go. We need to figure out this whole ‘dressing’ thing. So listen closely, okay?”

Pinocchio nods eagerly, his glass face brightening with excitement and determination. Scarlett chuckles softly, grateful for his willingness to learn and grow alongside her.

After a few moments of explaining, Pinocchio eventually understood, his own glass face turning a shade of pink. Scarlett couldn’t help but find him adorable, and she held back a giggle at his shy demeanor.

Pinocchio looks down at his halfway unbuttoned shirt; he lets out a small “squeak’ before pulling his shirt back together.

With Scarlett’s guidance, Pinocchio learns how to properly button up his shirt, which seems simple to humans but proves challenging for a glass puppet. Scarlett patiently assists, showing him how to thread the buttons through the buttonholes. Pinocchio’s face lights up with pride as he successfully fastens his shirt.

“Thank goodness that he has his pants on,” Scarlett laughed in her thoughts.

“Scarlett!” Mary repeated, “Pinocchio can care for himself; he’ll be okay!”

Scarlett knew she had to go to work, so she quickly kissed Pinocchio on his forehead before running back downstairs. Pinocchio placed his glass hand against his head; the mute puppet felt his face heating up.

He couldn’t believe that Scarlett had kissed him on the forehead. His glass heart fluttered with joy, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. Pinocchio was filled with newfound confidence and determination to continue learning and improving himself, not only for Scarlett but also for his own sake.

Pinocchio looks into his mirror, knowing if he could speak, it would be easier to communicate, and he’d no longer have to rely on charades or write anything down.

“Scarlett,” he tried to say but failed due to his broken voice box. Pinocchio sighs, frustrated that he can’t speak how he wants to. But as he looks at his reflection in the mirror.

“I will speak again one day!” He thinks, looking at his reflection.

With a renewed sense of determination, Pinocchio vows to work towards regaining his ability to speak. He knows it won’t be easy, but he is willing to put in the effort and overcome any obstacles that come his way, and one day, he believes, he will be able to say Scarlett’s name in his own voice.

Pinocchio looks at his reflection, lifting his blue eyes where Scarlett had kissed him; he gently touches his forehead with his fingers.

The glass puppet can still feel the warmth of Scarlett’s kiss lingering on his forehead. It serves as a reminder of her love and his happiness with her. Pinocchio knows that he may not be able to speak at the moment, but he also knows that love and communication can be expressed in various ways. He vows to improve himself, not just for Scarlett but also for his own growth and development.

Story.2: Pino’s Bath Time.

Pinocchio looks up from his book and hears a knock at the door; he stands up from his desk and opens the door; the mute glass puppet smiles softly as he realizes Scarlett and her mother, Mary outside his door.

“Good evening, Pinocchio; how are you?” Scarlett asked; Pinocchio gave a thumbs up with his glass and metallic arms, “That’s good.”

Pinocchio quickly lost his smile; something felt off about his friend and her mother; he then looked at the ticking clock on his nightstand.

9:00…It meant…Bath time…

Pinocchio felt a wave of panic wash over him as he realized the time. He had always struggled with bath time, as his glass body was not designed for water. He nervously fidgeted with his collar, avoiding eye contact with Scarlett and her mother. Mary noticed Pinocchio’s unease and spoke up, her gentle voice filled with concern.

“Pinocchio, it’s bath time, my dear,” Mary said kindly, touching his arm affectionately. “I know it’s not easy for you, but we’ll ensure it’s as gentle as possible.”

Pinocchio nodded, his expression filled with both gratitude and anxiety.

He knew Mary and Scarlett meant well, but the thought of water touching his delicate glass body always made him shudder. He followed them inside, reluctantly making his way toward the bathroom.

As Scarlett started filling the bathtub, Pinocchio hesitated near the doorway. Mary approached him, her eyes filled with understanding.

“Pinocchio, we’ll be cautious, I promise,” Mary reassured him. “We’ll take extra precautions to keep your body safe.”

Feeling a small glimmer of hope, Pinocchio cautiously stepped into the bathroom.

Mary had installed a foam mat on the floor and lined the tub with soft towels to cushion his fragile form.

“Alright, take off your clothes,” Mary spoke; Pinocchio’s blue eyes widened in size. He shook his head,

Panic was evident in his expression. He pointed to his glass body, unable to speak the words. Scarlett, who had been silently observing, instantly understood his distress. She walked over to him, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“It’s okay, Pino,” Scarlett reassured.

Pinocchio looked at Scarlett, his eyes searching for reassurance. Scarlett’s kind words and comforting touch eased some of his anxiety. Taking a deep breath, Pinocchio mustered up his courage and slowly removed his clothes.

Mary and Scarlett continued communicating with Pinocchio in gestures and nods, understanding his struggles with bath time. They ensured the water temperature was just right and filled the tub halfway, ensuring it wouldn’t overflow and cause any accidents.

As Pinocchio stepped into the shallow water, he felt fear and relief. Mary and Scarlett worked together, using gentle sponges and soft towels to gently clean Pinocchio’s glass body, taking extra care not to apply too much pressure.

“You should have seen Scarlett when she was little; she hated bath time,” teased Mary, making Scarlett blush, “She even streaked down the hall once when she was 3.”

Pinocchio couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the lighthearted moment. It reminded him that he wasn’t the only one who struggled with certain things.

“Mom!” Scarlett went red with embarrassment.

Pinocchio chuckled softly, grateful for the distraction. As Mary and Scarlett bathed him, Pinocchio felt a sense of trust and comfort in their presence. They treated him with care and understanding, making the process as gentle and bearable as possible.

After they were done, Mary helped Pinocchio out of the tub, wrapping him in a warm towel. His glass body glistened under the bathroom lights, reflecting the relief in his eyes. Scarlett gave him a proud smile, her admiration for his bravery evident.

Pinocchio felt a sense of relief as the anxiety slowly dissipated. He smiled gratefully at them, his glass body shimmering in the light.

“Thank you,” he signed, using his metallic fingers to communicate his gratitude. Scarlett and Mary smiled back, their eyes filled with warmth and love.

“You’re welcome, Pinocchio,” Scarlett replied, her voice filled with tenderness.

Pinocchio smiled back at Scarlett, feeling his heart fluttering inside his chest,

He was filled with gratitude for the love and understanding he had found in their home. He knew that bath time would still be a challenge for him, but with Mary and Scarlett by his side, he felt confident that he could face it with courage and trust. With their support, he knew that even the most difficult moments could be filled with love and gentleness. And as he stood there, wrapped in the warmth of the towel and the love of his new family, Pinocchio couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope that he was finally starting to feel whole despite his fragile glass body.

Story.3: Smallpox.

Pinocchio woke up in the middle of the night hearing worried shouting from Scarlett’s worried parents, Mary and Timothy; puzzled by the sudden outbursts, the mute puppet opened his bedroom door. Pinocchio watched Mary run back off the stairs holding a basket filled with clothes.

“We have to bring down her fever!” Mary shouted, and since Scarlett was the second female in the house, he knew something was wrong. He waved down Timothy as he tried to communicate with his sign language.

Pinocchio gestured wildly, trying to catch Timothy’s attention.

Seeing the urgency in Pinocchio’s actions, Timothy finally understood and rushed over to him.

Timothy quickly grabbed a notepad and pen, handing it to Pinocchio. The puppet’s glass fingers clumsily grasped the pen as he scribbled a message – “What happened to Scarlett?”

Timothy motioned for Pinocchio to follow him as he hurriedly approached the stairs. They both descended the steps, the worried shouts of Mary echoing through the house. Pinocchio’s heart pounded, fearing the worst for his dear friend.

As they reached the ground floor, Pinocchio saw Scarlett lying on the couch, her face pale and flushed with fever. Her parents were huddled around, frantically applying damp cloth to her forehead.

Pinocchio couldn’t bear to see Scarlett in pain. Despite being mute, he had a deep bond with her. She was the one who had shown him kindness and acceptance when he first arrived at their home. He knew he had to help her somehow.

“Where is the doctor?!” Mary cried out, and Pinocchio kneeled beside Scarlett’s side; Scarlett’s soft white skin was now covered in red rashes and tiny red bumps.

Pinocchio gently touched Scarlett’s forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He knew he had to do something quickly before her condition worsened. Remembering a story he had heard from Geppetto about smallpox, Pinocchio realized Scarlett might have contracted it.

“He’ll be here soon, Mary,” Timothy whispered; Scarlett opens her eyes, smiling softly at Pinocchio, who continued to hover over her.

“HI, Pino,” she smiled weakly, “How are you doing, buddy?”

Scarlett then begins to violently cough, her body shaking with each spasm. Pinocchio’s heart sank as he watched his friend struggle to breathe. Pino knew he had to act fast. He quickly knelt next to his friend and gently placed his glass hand on her back as he helped her sit up, hoping to provide some comfort.

A few moments later, the doctor arrived, rushing into the living room with a medical bag. Pinocchio moved aside to give him space, but his worry for Scarlett only grew.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor turned to Mary and Timothy with a grave expression. “I’m afraid it is indeed smallpox,” he said solemnly. “We need to isolate her immediately and take necessary precautions to prevent the spread of the disease.”

Mary burst into tears, her hands trembling as she held onto Scarlett tightly. Timothy placed a comforting arm around her, trying to offer support.

Through her tears, Mary whispered, “Will she be okay, doctor?”

The doctor sighed, his face filled with concern. “Smallpox is a serious illness, but with proper care and treatment, there is a chance she will recover. We need to quarantine her and provide supportive care until she is strong enough to fight off the virus.”

Pinocchio listened intently, his heart filled with determination. He wanted to do everything in his power to help Scarlett recover. As Scarlett was taken to a room prepared for isolation, Pinocchio stayed by her side, offering comfort and support.

“Don’t leave me alone,” Scarlett begged Pinocchio, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m glad your daughter has a friend who can help her, and since he’s a puppet, he can’t catch the illness,” spoke the doctor.

The doctor’s words brought a small glimmer of hope to Pinocchio’s heart. He realized that he was in a unique position to support Scarlett without putting himself at risk.

“And if you don’t mind me asking. Is Pinocchio mute?” the doctor asked as he reached into his bag for a vaccine to help Scarlett.

“He is; his voice box had been damaged even before we met him,” Mary nodded.

The doctor nodded, understanding the situation. He administered the vaccine to Scarlett, hoping it would help her fight off the smallpox virus.

As Pinocchio sat by Scarlett’s side, he gently caressed her hand with his glass fingers, reassuring her. He knew he couldn’t speak, but he hoped his presence would bring her some solace during this difficult time.

Scarlett whimpered softly, her red hair now dampened by the sweat caused by her fever.

“We need more ice,” ordered the doctor, buckets of it. “I want to wrap bandages with ice around your daughter’s body.”

Mary and Timothy quickly rushed to gather buckets of ice, doing everything they could to help Scarlett. As they returned with the ice, the doctor instructed them on how to properly wrap the cold bandages around Scarlett’s body to help bring down her fever.

Pinocchio watched in awe as Mary and Timothy worked diligently to care for Scarlett. He wished he could do more to help, but he knew supporting her emotionally was the best way to contribute.

Days turned into weeks, and Pinocchio remained faithfully by Scarlett’s side, providing her with comfort and encouragement. The doctor visited regularly, monitoring Scarlett’s progress and adjusting her treatment. Slowly but surely, Scarlett’s condition began to improve.

One day, as Pinocchio held Scarlett’s hand, he noticed a faint smile spread across her face. It was a small but significant sign of her recovery. Overjoyed, Pinocchio’s glass eyes sparkled with relief and happiness.

Scarlett finally defeated the smallpox virus with the doctor’s expert care and Pinocchio’s unwavering support. Though weak and frail, she was filled with gratitude for the love and care she had received throughout her illness.

“Okay, Pinocchio, we need to give you a thorough decontamination bath,” Mary told the mute puppet, “And we’re going to have to burn your clothes….”

Pinocchio nodded, understanding the necessity of the decontamination process. He had seen firsthand the devastating effects of the smallpox virus and knew that it was crucial to take every precaution to prevent its spread.

As Mary prepared the bath, Pinocchio allowed himself to feel a sense of relief. Scarlett would be okay, and he had played a small part in her recovery. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for being there for her, even in his own silent way.

Once the bath was ready, Pinocchio stepped into the warm water, feeling a sense of cleansing over him. Mary carefully scrubbed every part of his wooden body, ensuring that no trace of the virus remained. Pinocchio closed his eyes and let the water soothe him, knowing that he was doing his part to keep Scarlett safe.

Mary dumped a pitcher of water onto Pinocchio’s hair and began to wash it.

As the water cascaded over Pinocchio’s hair, Mary gently massaged his scalp, removing any lingering traces of the virus. Pinocchio closed his eyes, enjoying the warm water on his glass head. Even though he didn’t have real hair or a physical body, he appreciated Mary’s attention and care.

After thoroughly washing his hair, Mary rinsed out the soap and carefully dried Pinocchio’s black curly locks. She then scrubbed his glass face and arms, ensuring to sanitize every nook and cranny. Pinocchio remained still and cooperative, understanding the importance of this and suitable, understanding the importance of this process in safeguarding everyone’s health.

Once Mary washed his entire body, she helped Pinocchio out of the bath and wrapped him in a clean towel.

She then burned his old clothes, ensuring no infectious particles remained. Pinocchio felt a twinge of sadness at losing his clothes, but he knew sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.

Dressed in fresh, sterile garments, Pinocchio felt a renewed sense of purpose. He had emerged from the decontamination bath with a renewed dedication to keeping Scarlett safe. With each passing day, he would continue to provide her with the emotional support she needed to fully recover.

As Pinocchio stood there, his glass body still slightly damp from the bath, he felt a newfound appreciation for his role in Scarlett’s life. He may not have been able to physically help her fight off the virus, but he had been a steadfast presence, offering comfort and encouragement when she needed it most.

Mary smiled at Pinocchio, seeing the determination in his glass eyes.

“You’ve done well, Pinocchio,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Scarlett is lucky to have you by her side.”

Pinocchio nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. He knew his love and support had made a difference in Scarlett’s recovery, and he was grateful for the opportunity to be there for her. Together, they would navigate the healing process, emerging stronger on the other side.

“Pino?” Scarlett reached for Pinocchio’s hand, feeling his cool, smooth touch. She looked into his glass eyes, filled with gratitude and affection.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice still weak from the illness. “I couldn’t have made it through without you.”

Pinocchio squeezed her hand gently, his heart swelling with love for Scarlett. He may have been made of glass, wood, and metal, but his emotions were real and deep.

Timothy and Mary happily exchanged glances, knowing their daughter would be safe; they soon burst out laughing as Scarlett pulled Pinocchio down into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly,

Squeezing him with all her strength. Pinocchio felt joy and warmth as he returned the hug, their connection solidifying even further. He knew that together, they could overcome any challenge that came their way.

As they embraced, the room filled with hope and resilience. Pinocchio and Scarlett’s bond, forged through adversity, would continue to grow stronger, serving as a beacon of strength for others facing their battles. Each day, they would continue to support and uplift each other, cherishing the gift of their unwavering friendship.

Story.4 Bread.

Since Scarlett had now fully recovered from being ill, though Pinocchio made her rest during someone’s of the afternoon, during the morning at an ungodly early time, Pinocchio found Scarlett making bread.

The mute glass puppet approached his friend, watching her make the bread dough.

“Oh, good morning, Pinocchio. Did I wake you up?” Scarlett asked; she looked at Pinocchio closely; he was still wearing his nightgown.

Pinocchio shook his head, his glass features arranged into a warm smile. He pointed to the clock on the wall, indicating it was early. Scarlett raised an eyebrow in surprise as she realized her mistake.

“Well, I must admit, I did not expect to see you up at this hour,” Scarlett remarked, chuckling softly. “Is there something on your mind?”

Pinocchio nodded and gestured towards the dough she was kneading. He mimicked the actions as if asking if he could help. Scarlett’s eyes widened with delight, appreciating his eagerness to assist.

“Why, of course, you can help, Pinocchio,” Scarlett responded, her voice filled with gratitude. “I could use an extra pair of hands. The dough needs to be kneaded thoroughly.”

Pinocchio eagerly rolled up his sleeves and joined Scarlett at the kitchen counter. His glass hands carefully mimicked hers as they gently kneaded the soft dough. Scarlett couldn’t help but notice the determination in his glassy eyes, as if he was solely focused on perfecting the bread.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they continued to knead the dough together. Pinocchio’s presence offered a sense of tranquility to Scarlett, reminding her of the bond they had developed over time.

After hours of hard work, Scarlett finally declared the dough ready. She looked at the flour-covered Pinocchio and chuckled warmly. “I must say, Pinocchio, you’ve got a knack for bread making.”

Pinocchio beamed with pride, his glass face glowing with joy. Together, they transferred the dough into a baking tray and placed it inside the warm oven. As the aroma of freshly baked bread started to fill the kitchen, their stomachs rumbled in anticipation.

Finally, the timer went off, and Scarlett pulled the perfectly risen loaves out of the oven. The golden crust glistened under the kitchen lights, and the warmth radiated throughout the room.

With a glimmer of excitement, Pinocchio grabbed a knife and eagerly cut a slice of bread for Scarlett. He raised it to her, offering her the first taste. She graciously accepted, savoring the freshly baked goods on her tongue.

Scarlett couldn’t help but marvel at how far they had come as they enjoyed the delicious bread together. From a lonely puppet seeking companionship to an invaluable friend by her side, Pinocchio had become an irreplaceable part of her life.

And at that moment, as they shared laughter and joy over a simple loaf of bread, Scarlett knew that the bond between them was stronger than ever.

Pinocchio looks at the counter; he counts 10 loaves of bread, his glass eyes wide with astonishment. He turned to Scarlett, pointing to the loaves and then to himself, questioning whether they had made that many together.

Scarlett chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yes, Pinocchio, we made all of these loaves together. It seems we’re quite the bread-making team!”

Pinocchio’s smile stretched even wider, satisfaction evident on his glass face. He gestured towards their creations as if celebrating their accomplishment. The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, enveloping them in a comforting embrace.

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a-dead-tea · 2 years

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Mute Villain #8

New heroes never shut up, do they?

Villain shakes their head, clearly growing bored of Hero's unreciprocated banter.

"I'm not that new, I've been around for a little over a year now," Hero calls out as they dodge another wave of Villain's power by hiding behind a collum.

Villain freezes, their eyes widening.

How did-

"I can read minds! That's why Organisation assigned me to you!" Hero shouts as they slowly peek out from behind their hiding place.

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pinkieloveheartpastel · 7 months

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So I watched the live action Little Mermaid because I was curious and bored, and I’m not gonna lie, the relationship between Ariel and Eric reminded me of my relationship, because we both like learning about different cultures and exploring, and he’s also British, and I barely speak. So much so that many think I don’t have a voice at all, since I prefer to use my hands and facial expressions. Either that, or I just don’t like talking when I don’t feel like it. It’s tiresome. Plus I struggle to breathe anyway, which makes talking even worse.

I still don’t like how Disney treated Halle Bailey, that will always be on my mind, but I just had to take a moment and appreciate these parts, as well as the fact that there was a black girl who was mute for half of the movie. It was cute, and it reminded me of me, and I also appreciate that Eric didn’t mind, and continued to communicate with her, and treat her with respect.

#disney #the little mermaid #little mermaid 2023 #disabled #black disabled #disabled and black #mute character

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