Notes: requested by a follower ^^ 'Pantalone w his favourite brothel worker'
Tags: Pantalone x fem reader, power imbalance, sex worker reader, implied coercion, age gap technically, cockwarming
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Minors DNI
There was much in your life to be grateful for. No longer did you fear the cold nights where storms raged and left frozen bodies in their wake. You had a room, warm, comfortable, private most of the time. You were fed.
Even had a purpose of sorts.
The establishment provided lodging and a wage in exchange for your cooperation.
Many of the other rooms were already occupied by visitors who came to visit the lucky souls like you who'd traded their bodies to escape the streets of Snezhnograd.
As it did most nights, your room remained empty. Which was how you found the time to walk through the corridors, listening to bedframes creaking, whips cracking, moans passing through the walls with frightening clarity.
The bare floorboards were chilly against your skin, but the mistress who ran the establishment had explained that carpets would be a hassle to keep clean. And anything less but pristine conditions simply wouldn't do, not with the clientele being catered to.
A drunken man stumbles past, nearly toppling you with his weight. The scent of cheap spirits cling to his beard. He doesn't apologize, of course, but you do. It's a lucky night, he doesn't try to touch you, barely seems to register your presence as he fumbles along the corridor, squinting at the numbers and names on the doors. Your heart is in your throat regardless.
"You shouldn't be out and about, should you darling?"
The voice comes from just behind you and you whirl around, shawl flaring out despite how tightly you're clutching it.
There's no chance to respond before silk touches your cheek in a gentle caress and you're pulled forward by a hand on your lower back. The figure lifts the dark coat and tucks you beneath it like a fledgling bird.
"I vividly remember telling the matron to enforce a curfew so little strays like you wouldn't bother the customers."
Ah. You recognized that voice. And the scent of expensive perfume.
"Regrator.. I got a little restless is all.."
He steps forward, forcing you to back up a little, walking you down the hall with a hand firmly pressing you to his chest, not letting you turn around to watch where you were going. Blind faith.
"Restless? Aren't you satisfied with your room?" He purrs out the words, more accusation than question.
Your breath hitches when he leans over you to unlock the door. The third copy of your key, one belonging to you, one kept at the establishment, and one always with the owner. "Of course I am, I just wanted to see if there weren't any clients for me.."
"Ah, so you fear your prospective clients would get lost on their way up the stairs or down the hallway? How precious. Although that service isn't part of what they pay for."
You're shepherded back into your room before you can try to think up more excuses for breaking the simple rule. Even though you were only under his coat shortly, being without it makes your hairs stand on end. Or perhaps it had more to do with your rabbiting pulse and the anticipation of consequence. Maybe a cut in pay or a warning for repeated 'insubordination' as they sometimes called it.
That fear was quickly dispelled when you caught sight of The Regrator's expression; a rare smile that seemed to reach his eyes. He wasted no time, rarely did when he visited, shrugging off his coat before taking a seat in one of two armchairs and patting his lap expectantly.
When you obliged, straddling narrow hips covered by expensive fabrics, he brought a hand to cup your cheek.
"I'm almost offended you still scare so easily, haven't you learned that I couldn't possibly get angry with you?"
One careful smile from you, heat creeping up your neck at the thought that this luxury is afforded you alone, and he chuckles with something like fondness. A press of lips against yours signal the beginning of this dance that had become routine since you'd been taken in.
"Ridiculous isn't it? To accuse me, me of all people, of squandering funds on projects that will go nowhere? Does he not know the faintest thing about investment? There will always be risk, and it's the job of any good financer to recognize when the potential benefits outweigh-" The sharp hitch of your breath (finally) draws his attention back to the present and he releases the painful grip on your waist.
Had it not been for his gloves, you were certain there'd be crescent-shaped marks for days. Pantalone simply gives you an encouraging pat on the hip, the same as a farmer might do to make cattle move, and you begin slowly grinding back and forth in his lap once more.
"Where were I? Ah, yes." He takes a slow drag of his cigarette. "I swear working with The Mayor is the cause of at least half my headaches. But I suppose I can't expect someone like him to appreciate the thought that goes into managing our funds. If only he didn't stick that long nose into my business at every given chance."
Your lips carefully trail along the surgical scar across his chest and Pantalone shivers, blowing smoke past your head while carefully bringing his hand from your hip to instead pet the back of your head. His rings get your hair tangled around them with every stroke, but he doesn't seem to care, simply tugging a little every time he meets resistance.
His length still drags pleasantly against your walls with every tilt of your hips, the tip angled perfectly for your own needs. But this wasn't about you. This was about dragging out the last waves of his pleasure, release still dripping from your core and onto his messy thighs. Your toes curl as you allow yourself one last slow grind and Pantalone groans from overstimulation.
"Oh how much I miss your warmth in those stony palace halls and tedious meetings."
He always says something similar, and it's made you spend several sleepless nights (blasted thin walls) considering the dangerous proposition you now make. "Then take me with you, I wouldn't mind the change of scenery at all sir."
The Regrator pauses for a moment, if you were anyone else is should've made you cower, head angled off to the side as he blows a puff of smoke. Then he laughs, not the silken chuckle reserved for business partners but raspy and deep enough that you feel his abdomen clench.
Laughter has his head falling back and you kiss his Adam's apple with far too much affection piercing your heart. His free hand moves from your hip to cradle the back of your neck instead as he gives a little thrust up into you.
"Aren't you the most darling thing."
You'd had a hundred arguments lined up on your tongue, how you were hardly profitable to keep there when you spent almost every night by yourself anyway, how you could do so much more for him than just this.
Your suggestion wasn't acknowledged again. Once Pantalone had finished smoking, he kissed your forehead and thanked you while pulling you off of his soft cock. Mora and a wrapped box tied with silk were procured from his coat and placed on your nightstand.
But he left without you. Left you greedy for more than he'd already given.
I’ve read a lot of fics, have seen many shows, and have watched many movies that are completely inaccurate when it comes to sparring. NOW, i know it’s fiction, and I greatly enjoy it nonetheless, but I would like to share a few things with you, as a person who trains in Historical European Martial Arts (HEMA). There are a few general things in this, as well as stuff more focused to a certain european weapon. (this is all Historical European stuff, obviously if you’re writing for a different region, this probably won’t apply that much.)
SPARRING
-you don’t practice with real sharp swords. Never. It’s incredibly dangerous, especially since sparring is trying to practice your killing/injuring skills. In older times, you would use wood, maybe wrapped in leather or canvas to practice. Today, you use weighted nylon swords/weapons, and you usually wear a mask while doing so. Steel is and was an option, but the blade will be completely dull, and the tip will be bent over itself.
-It’s practically impossible to knock someone off their feet while sparring, unless you are hooking your foot or weapon behind their leg. It’s hard to push back and cause someone to fall, since they can just retreat back a bit.
-YOU. DON’T. SPEND. HOURS. SPARRING. ESPECIALLY WITHOUT A BREAK. It’s exhausting, the most people usually go is 10 minutes before they have a break. During Training, you only spar for about 2-5 minutes before stopping and having a rest.
-You try your hardest never to cross your feet. It’s dangerous and it unbalances you. Your opponent can take advantage of you easily.
-Usually, you want to strike your opponent with the last ¼ of your blade, basically just the tip and a little below. That’s the sharpest point, and you get the most force behind it.
-Swords aren’t super heavy. Stop the giant, huge, I-can-barely-lift-this trope. Longswords are usually 3lbs. It’s not heavy when you pick it up. However, it gets heavy when you’re holding it up above your head for a while. Swords were not made to be heavy, especially since you would have to hold them up in battle for sometimes hours.
-It’s incredibly hard to engage in witty banter and such. You are constantly moving and trying to strike your opponent. Since it’s fiction, you can do what you want, but just know that trying to have a conversation while sparring is like trying to have one while running. It tires you out even more, and usually just comes out breathless and wheezy.
-Swords are not lightsabers. You cannot try and hurt someone with just any part of your blade. It will just annoy your opponent. Now, for sparring, you will want to focus on hitting your opponent with the edge of your blade, and you won’t really ever be trying to hit someone with the flat of your blade.
-In sparring, you will get hit. And get bruises. I count five from just 2 days ago. (Also reminder that bruises don’t form for 1-3 days.) If you happened to get a hard thrust to the ribs, they will probably fracture. It happens. I haven’t had it personally, but those who’ve trained longer have. The worst injury I’ve gotten is a bruise on my chest that didn’t fade for nearly a month.
-Grip!!! You don’t clutch your sword super tight. No. It limits movement. My instructor taught me to hold firmly with the thumb, pointer, and middle finger, and use the other two as more guiding fingers. You swing your sword with your wrist, not a big giant arm movement. That is tiring and slow.
I will be focusing on using a one handed sword in this next bit, specifically a Scottish Regimental Broadsword. A basic sword to build off of.
-FOOTWORK. It’s not a super complicated series of perfectly planned out steps. It just isn’t. With Regimental Broadsword (which is what I will focus on, since it’s what I’ve trained with most), you have to have a good base (rear-weighted stance, front foot pointed at your opponent, back foot turned sideways), and then once you have that, you just have to move around and try not to get hit.
-Slipping. (Continuation of footwork). With a rear-weighted stance, the goal is to be able to move the front foot anywhere. You should actually be able to keep your front foot an inch off the ground without having to adjust your back foot. Slipping is when this comes in handy. If your opponent takes a swing at your front leg, you should be able to just slip it back to go next to your other foot, and swing your sword up to get your opponents head. Slipping is really important.
-Advance and Retreat (other continuation of footwork). While moving forward or back, you always want to feel the ground with a heel-toe movement, so you can tell if there are rocks or branches and such. Advancing, you want to move your front leg first. Retreating, your back leg.
-Traversing (last continuation of footwork)(maybe). Transversing is basically advancing in on your opponent in a circular motion. You’re trying to get close and personal. Reminder to not cross your feet. You will loose balance and probably end up getting whacked with a sword. Traversing is a spiral motion sort of. Your opponent can avoid getting trapped If they do it as well.
I will probably come back and add more soon, because there’s more I know, but can’t remember at the moment.
( another collection of smutty dialogue for you heathens (affectionate). please do not interact if you are under eighteen. feel free to edit and change how you seem fit. )
❛ i know my worth. and if you want me, you'll do as i say. ❜
❛ you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise? ❜
❛ oh? does that turn you on? ❜
❛ you look good on your knees like this. ❜
❛ i'm not jealous. you're just mine. ❜
❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜
❛ you used to hate me, and now you can't take your eyes off me. ❜
❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜
❛ i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet. ❜
❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜
❛ such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good. ❜
❛ go on. fuck yourself on my cock. ❜
❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜
❛ keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. ❜
❛ you taste so fucking good. ❜
❛ they can't fuck you like i can. ❜
❛ fuck, i've missed you. ❜
❛ keep going. just like that. ❜
❛ they don't get to have you like this, but i do. ❜
❛ pretty good, huh? i told you i'd make you feel good. ❜
❛ you're mine. and don't you forget it. ❜
❛ i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜
❛ what, got nothing to say? no matter, i'll have you screaming in no time. ❜
❛ just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❜
❛ getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you. ❜
❛ what would they think if they could see you now, huh? ❜
❛ maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up. ❜
❛ maybe if i sit on your face, that'll shut you up. ❜
❛ look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. ❜
❛ it's apparent in your eyes — you desire me. ❜
❛ don't stop. please, don't stop. ❜
❛ fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally. ❜
❛ you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you? ❜
❛ don't forget who you belong to. ❜
❛ if you want something, then you ask for it. ❜
❛ when was the last time someone fucked you? ❜
❛ i'll make us feel good. you'll love this. ❜
❛ how was that? satisfying enough for you? ❜
❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜
❛ what, afraid i might break you? ❜
❛ what, afraid you'll break me? ❜
❛ stop teasing and just put it in already. ❜
❛ fuck me harder. don't you want to make me feel good? ❜
❛ that's it, babygirl. ❜
❛ you want me to sit on your face? ❜
❛ i want this. let me have you like this. ❜
❛ now that you've given me what i want, i can give you what you need. ❜
❛ don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste. ❜
❛ i want you like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for. ❜
❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜
01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor.
02. wringing hands together in silence.
03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still.
04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away.
05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other.
06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.
𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -
01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word.
02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw.
03. throws an object across the room.
04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin.
05. pacing the room with heavy steps.
06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -
01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear.
02. resting their forehead against the others.
03. cups the others face with both hands.
04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence.
05. lingering touches against the others face.
06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.
𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice.
02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs.
03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go.
04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort.
05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. spins the other around without warning in a hug.
02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily.
03. provides the other with a handmade gift.
04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug.
05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -
01. backing away slowly and looking for exits.
02. hiding behind the other and peeking around.
03. flinches at sudden movement from the other.
04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room.
05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders.
02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care.
03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat.
04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe.
05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry.
06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. raises a hand but hesitates.
02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly.
03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary.
04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word.
05. rips a shared photo in half without a word.
06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.
because we are what? back! yall know the drill, send a number and a ship <3 and yes s17 ships are on the table plus of course feel free to rb for your own use
“If you don’t still love me, why did you let me in?”
“For the record, this is self-destructive.”
“It was never supposed to end like this.”
“I’ve never felt so lost.”
“Get in here, it’s freezing out.”
“I know you feel it too.”
“Stop filming me doing things!”
“I heard you the first time.”
“Go and think about what you’ve done.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I swear, I’m gonna fuck the next person that walks through that door.”
“I just don’t know if I can trust you after this.”
“You’ve always been it for me.”
“I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”
“This is the most fun I’ve ever had.”
“Why do you know how to do that? Nevermind, don’t tell me.”
“Great, you fed it, now it’s never gonna leave.”
“I don’t know what you see in me.”
“We agreed that this was casual.”
“I want you to beg for it.”
“What a beautiful night for a thunderstorm.”
“Why are you like this?”
“Go ahead, run away. Run and find something better.”
“I just want a fairytale ending after everything I’ve been through.”
“I just… I couldn’t do it.”
“If loving you kills me, I would die happy.”
“You’ve forfeited the right to judge me on this.”
“I’ll never let you go again.”
“Do you want to go to jail? Because that’s how you end up in jail.”
“I’ve been drunk since Saturday.”
“I know what you tell your friends about us.”
“Get your hands off of me!”
“Oh, don’t give me that face.”
“You made this for me?”
“I can’t accept this.”
“If we haven't killed each other by the end of this road trip, our relationship can survive anything.”
“You can’t go out like that.”
“I’m too old for this shit.”
“What the hell are you eating?”
“I don’t know if we can come back from this.”
“I’ve been up for a day and a half, don’t ask me questions.”
“If you leave now, you’ll never see me again.”
“You ruined everything!”
“I can see a future for us.”
“They’re so out of my league, it’s embarrassing.”
“I need to get out of here. Now.”
“I can’t keep defending you.”
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
dialogue prompts/sentence starters for (dark) smut writers. feel free to use these; credit not needed but appreciated! minors dni. tw for dark content (non/dubcon, cnc, stepcest and so on)
"It's too much? No, it's perfect."
"You think I'd let you get away twice?"
"Smile for the camera, baby."
"Do you wish it was [name] touching you instead?"
"You wouldn't be this wet/hard if you didn't want this."
"You can cum if I get to, how does that sound? It's only fair."
"This is wrong, you shouldn't be letting me do this."
"Look what you do to me."
"Get on your knees, baby. It's the least you could do after everything I've done for you."
"Just the tip, I promise."
"I haven't even started yet."
"I need this. Let me have this."
"Where do you think you're going?"
"This is all you're good for."
"Let me give you something to touch yourself to when I'm gone."
"Show them what I taught you."
"You think I wanted this?"
"If you don't stop squirming I'll have to tie you up."
"What should I do with you first?"
"You'll get it when I've decided you've earned it."
"It's supposed to hurt."
"I hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice."
"I'm sorry. You really don't deserve this."
"Let's give them a show."
"Beg for it."
"If we shouldn't be doing this... why does it feel so good?"
"I'll make it fit."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I always know what's best for you, don't I?"
"It feels so much better than I imagined."
"What happened? You were begging for this five minutes ago."
"Shh. Go back to sleep."
"I'll be good, please..."
"You're awfully wet for someone who keeps complaining."
"Did I say you could stop?"
"Let them use you, baby. Show them what a good toy you are."
"Stop lying (to yourself)."
"Don't you want to feel good? You know you want to."
"I knew you'd be a good girl for me and take it... you got so messy on my fingers, I just had to do it. Doesn't my cock feel so much better?"
"I could touch you right now and no one would even notice."
"Did you miss me?"
"Baby, I'm sorry... I just couldn't wait."
"If I don't do this, someone else will."
"You're so pretty when you cry."
"Don't be silly. Of course you want that."
"You're such a slut for making me enjoy this."
"If you actually loved me you'd have done it without me having to ask first."
"Come on baby, be good for him. Open your mouth."
"If you want me to stop, then look me in the eye and lie convincingly."
"You'll take it because I said so."
"It's for your own good, doll. Don't be so ungrateful."
"Does he/she fuck you like this?"
"You don't remember last time? Here, let me show you."
"This is all your fault."
"Do you beg your girl/boyfriend for it like this?"
"We're going to have so much fun."
"Is this turning you on? That's disgusting."
"Sweetheart... you trust daddy more than you trust yourself. Don't you?"
"Apologize for making me do this to you."
"I promise I'll pull out." + "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." + "It won't make a difference now, just one more, yeah?"
"You're so fucked up for loving this."
"I'm not pushing you. I'm just removing the excuses."
"Put it back in."
"Even if they could hear you, no one would care."
"It'll feel better soon."
"Stop touching you? You don't really want that."
"Let them hear us. I want them to know you belong to me."
"There's something seriously wrong with you."
"See? I knew you wanted this."
"If you really loved me you'd let me do anything."
"It's kind of fucked up how wet you get when you pretend you don't want it."
"Aww, it's too big? Better get used to it then."
"You can only get off when I hurt you. It's pathetic."
"What would your girl/boyfriend think if they could see you like this?"
"You really thought I'd stop if you begged me to? Cute."
※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.
• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine.
• How are you? Wait, did I ask that already?
• I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that.
• Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that.
• You're not alone in this. You know that, right?
• We're family. That's what we do. We show up.
• Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now.
• Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again.
• Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you?
• So, what's next for us?
• I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave.
• It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay.
• Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone.
• I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway.
• [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you.
• I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here.
• You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that?
• I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here.
• Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you.
• You don't owe me anything. This is what family does
• Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help.
• I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today.
• You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept?
• I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember?
• We've been through worse. We'll get through this too.
• You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me.
• I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you.
• Come on. Let's get you home.
• You matter to me. More than you know.
• I've got your back. Always have, always will.
• You're shaking. Here, take my jacket.
• I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared.
• You did good today. Really good.
• I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough.
• Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving.
• You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance.
• I'll stay up with you. I don't mind.
• You're safe here. I promise.
• Tell me what you need. Anything.
• You don't have to pretend with me.
• I trust you. Completely.
• You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this.
• I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?
• You're not too much. You're never too much.
• This is your home now. For as long as you want it.
• I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now.
• You make me want to be better. A better person.
• I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day.
• You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me.
➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse.
➔ it's not that bad.
➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn.
➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me.
➔ i told you not to do that! now look!
➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead!
➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake.
➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise.
➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding.
➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch!
➔ there's so much blood.
➔ next time you want to play here , just don't.
➔ stop fighting me and let me help!
➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous.
➔ you could have died , what were you thinking?
➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off.
➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point.
➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured.
[ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound.
[ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure.
[ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands.
[ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding.
[ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt).
[ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building.
[ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help.
[ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
[ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes.
[ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face.
[ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury.
[ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
