#whump dialog

[jordanstrophe]

"Where.... Where am I?"

"You're with me. You're okay."

[make-characters-suffer]

Whump dialog prompt: "I don't want your fucking money!"

Possible scenarios:

-Whumper to a Whumpee trying to bribe their way out

- Unwilling Whumper after being assured they will be rewarded for torturing Whumpee

-Teammate tricked into surrendering Whumpee to Whumper for cash

[whumpyinside]

Whumpy dialog:

“Get on your knees, now!”

[whumply-beloved]

Can you do something where whumpee is living with caretaker but is so afraid of caretaker leaving them that they start praising them? referring to them as "your majesty" or something similar and saying its just a nickname to hide the fact that they hope that caretaker will like the praise and want to keep whumpee around? and other similar things like doing their chores or buying things for them etc. sorry for the long ask. thanks!

Long asks are absolutely fine! And thank you, my first ask :D

To the prompt...

"P—please! Your excellency, I got it especially for you!"

Whumpee extends their hand out to Caretaker, sheepishly looking them in the eye with begging mercy.

"Please! Please my grace, please! I'll do anything really, you've been so kind to me!"

Caretaker tries to rest an assuring hand on Whumpee's shoulder, noticing they're trembling.

"Whumpee, I— it's alright, really. I don't need anything from you, it's fine."

Caretaker gritted their teeth, why was Whumpee acting like this all of a sudden?

"You've done more than enough, more than I ever asked you to. Whumpee, all I need you to do is be alright, okay? I'll handle everything else."

Handle everything else... Handle getting rid of Whumpee. Their mind raced. No, Whumpee would be the best for Caretaker, the very best.

[painsthegame]

Dialogue Prompt

“This is the third time this week you’ve gotten blood all over my carpet and honestly I’m getting kinda sick of it.”

[jordanstrophe]

"Found it," Caretaker muttered, hurrying in with an armful of pills, damp towels, and a blood pressure cuff.

“Quit smothering me, I’m not dying.” Whumpee groaned from the bed caretaker made for them.

“You had a head injury,” Caretaker argued, fluffing the pillow under their neck. “You will sit there and be babied, and you will like it.”

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee's who are bad at communicating problems my beloved:

"I'm okay," They say, curled up on the floor.

"It doesn't hurt," They say, hands pressed to a bleeding wound.

"I'm not crying," They insist, wiping their cheeks with shaking hands.

"I don't want to scare you," They say, trembling.

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker came home to find whumpee asleep on the couch. Their wrists were still badly bruised, the marks visible from where their arm peeked out from beneath the pillow.

Caretaker sat next to them and let out a long, drawn sigh.

"Don't pity sigh me" whumpee muttered into the pillow.

"Ah- that wasn’t a pity sigh! It was more of a… I’m worried about you sigh. Just go back to sleep."