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Lie to me. Tell me a story. Make it good. Make it believable. And promise me you'll come back on the other side. (20 something /sideblog) Spectrum. She/her. Ocassionally prompts posting under the tag "Steal this prompt"

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Just so we stand on the clear on some things.

- You are welcome and even encouraged to steal my prompts to your own nefarious purposes

- credit is appreciated, but not a must

-if you reblog with an expansion I will cherish you forever.

-Spam liking and reblogging is also encouraged

-Do whatever, except feed it into an Ai. You braincells will rot and fall through your eyes and I will give you the evil eye.

-The horrors of capitalism are awful enough, expect intermittent posting.

-I work full time, this runs mostly on queue, not beta read (we die like [Redacted])

-I suck at answering asks.

-Not a single prompt is about cops or any state sponsored military setting. But again, made to be stolen, so whatever.

-Drop a request if you want but I make absolutely no promises. I don't do blorbo from any shows.

-I am an adult. I write adult things. If you are a minor, engage under your own responsibility. I will try to tag the triggers as best as I can but be mindful of your own consumption of content.

-Not a native speaker, if you find a typo, tell me!

-I don't do noncon whump, not my thing. There's plenty of creators out there tho, maybe someone else can

-Other creators have different rules and different considerations. This is fine, this rules are made cos if I don't so something creative for free, I will die. I will also lose my second language but point aside

[luna-azzurra]

Hurt / Comfort Prompts!!!

⋆˚✿˖° "You don't have to be okay right now. You don't have to be anything right now."

⋆˚✿˖° "When did you last eat. And water doesn't count and neither does coffee."

⋆˚✿˖° "I've got you. You're safe. I've got you."

⋆˚✿˖° "Stop apologizing for needing things. Stop it right now."

⋆˚✿˖° "You called me at 2am and I came. That's not something I did out of obligation. I want you to understand that."

⋆˚✿˖° "Lay down. I'm not asking."

⋆˚✿˖° "You've been holding this alone for how long. How long have you been holding this alone."

⋆˚✿˖° "I'm going to sit right here. You don't have to talk. I'm just going to be here."

⋆˚✿˖° "When did taking care of yourself become something you had to earn."

⋆˚✿˖° ⟢ "You're shaking." - "I'm fine." - "You're shaking and you've been crying and you're not fine and that's okay."

⋆˚✿˖° "I'm not leaving. You can ask me to leave and I still won't. You're stuck with me tonight."

⋆˚✿˖° "Has anyone ever just — taken care of you. Without needing something back." - "..." - "That's what I thought. Come here."

⋆˚✿˖° "You scared me. I need you to know you scared me and I need you to never do that again."

⋆˚✿˖° "I heated up the leftovers. You're going to eat them. We can fight about everything else tomorrow."

⋆˚✿˖° "Stop being brave for one second. Just one second. It's just me."

⋆˚✿˖° "I noticed you weren't okay three weeks ago. I've been trying to figure out how to say something."

⋆˚✿˖° "You don't have to explain it. You don't owe me an explanation. Just tell me what you need."

⋆˚✿˖° "Nobody should have to go through that. I know you did. I'm so sorry you did."

⋆˚✿˖° "Close your eyes. I'll stay until you fall asleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

⋆˚✿˖° "You keep saying you're fine and your hands keep shaking and I need you to pick one."

⋆˚✿˖° "I made your tea the way you like it." - "You remembered." - "I remember everything about you."

⋆˚✿˖° "You were there for me when I had nothing. Did you really think I wasn't going to show up for you."

⋆˚✿˖° "Rest. The world can wait. It's waited before. Rest."

[hurt-comfort-my-beloved]

Tw: implied sh

character b shows up at character A’s door at 2 am, pressing a bloody towel hard against their neck, barely staying upright. “I’m s-sorry…im sorry…” they whimper, tears streaming down their grey face.

character A’s eyes widen. “Kid, what the hell did you do?” They whisper.

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.

[callithumpwhump]

The sound of a lock clicking just as Character B turned their back for a moment, turning to find Character A with a pained expression through the peep window outside the door of the room they were in just seconds ago, reluctantly but decidedly locking Character B in, standing as tall and confident as they can manage as Character B scurries over to the door, heart pounding and questioning whats going on, anxiety spiking in their chest as they pound on the door. Character A avoids their eyes, hands shaking. They take a quivering breath as they tell B they love them too much and cant/wont risk them getting hurt, that they hope B can forgive them, as they hesitantly walk away with the key, steps echoing down the stairway along with B's betrayed and anguished cries and begs...

[redd956]

Angst Prompt List: Grief

"It's just not the same without them." , They put down their weapon.

"C'mon Character B. We have to keep going.", Character A put their hand on B's shoulder. B remained doubled-over the body.

"I can't do this without them. I can't go one."

They held a scrap of cloth in their hands, drawing their thumb carefully over it. A silent tear freed itself from their right eye.

"They always loved this song."

"I don't understand. What do you mean Character B isn't here?"

"But I did everything right?" They gripped tighter to Character B's lifeless body, "I did everything right. Why aren't you awake?"

They stood before the headstone, lowering the flowers carefully. No one ever knew Character A even felt such things as grief or love, yet here they were at their lover's grave.

"I don't recognize this feeling." The robotic voice managed to sound sad.

[promptcalender]

Heatstroke Dialogue

“Hey… wait up… I feel dizzy.”

“You don't look very well. When did you last drink water?”

“Come on, let’s get you in the shade…”

“Let’s take a break before you have to take a permanent break.”

“How long have you been out here in the sun?”

“We’re almost out of water…”

“Whoa, your skin is really warm. Are you feeling okay?”

“Easy there. Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, but I found you passed out on the trail and dragged you in the shade. Help is on the way. You okay?”

“Shut up and let me help you.”

“We need some help over there! Someone collapsed!”

[Prompt Calender: May 29th, National Heat Awareness Day]

[promptcalender]

Soft Caretaking Dialogue

“Are you okay? Come here…”

“No, no, stay down. I’ll handle it.”

“Where were you? I was worried sick.”

“I made you some soup and tea…”

“Ssh… It’s okay…”

“You’ll freeze to death in that. Come, I have a change of clothes for you.”

“You look pale. When’s the last time you ate?”

“The ground doesn’t look very comfortable. Come on, put your head in my lap.”

“You’re freezing. Take my jacket.”

“Stay down, you idiot. You’re done for the day.”

“I got you.”

“Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

“What happened to you? You’re dripping! Did you not dress for the rain?”

“I got you flowers to aid in your recovery.”

“You look good like this. All careless and comfy…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[Prompt Calender: June 7th, World Caring Day]

[worldofwhumpcraft]

“...Leader?”

Whumpee's voice was thick and heavy. Leader thought it was due to fear until he saw the crimson staining their teeth. The muzzle gag had been fitted with a spiked inner bit, tearing up the flesh inside their tongue and cheeks. The the cold trickle of fear crawling up Leader's spine exploded into a wave of fiery rage.

"Whumpee! It's me, I'm here."

“I didn’t… I didn’t think you’d come for me.”

The rage in Leader's throat turned into bitter ash. He’d willingly handed over someone who considered him a friend into the hands of an enemy. Yes, it had been a desperate play for time, to save the lives of hundreds of innocent people. But it didn’t, couldn’t justify that he’d led Whumpee to the slaughter; and like a lamb, they had trusted him.

Not just Whumpee. Medic, Caretaker, whumpee's friends and Leader's own teammates, they believed in him as an commander and as their friend.

He’d saved the lives of innocent people, but let down the ones who had put their faith in him.

No, not yet.

“You’re going to be okay. You’re safe, I’m going to take you out of this awful, awful place. You’ll never see it again, never in your entire life."

[bloodiedbriars]

if you still want requests maybe a rescue whump scene where whumpee's metal restraints have to be cut away?

-@eternal-pain-and-suffering

Whump Scene #19: Metal Restraints

“Alright, hold still.” Whumpee whimpers and buries his face in Caretaker's chest.

“Ssh, it's alright,” Caretaker whispers. Their hand runs through Whumpee's hair, gently caressing them and keeping them still. “Don't look, yeah?”

Whumper had locked Whumpee in thick metal restraints and threw away the key. Their only option to free him is to cut him free. Team Leader is holding a big saw, specifically made to cut through metal.

“Please,” Whumpee whispers into Caretaker's chest. “I'm sorry… Don't…”

Team Leader pauses and Caretaker's eyes soften with pain. “Go on,” Caretaker whispers. “He's not all there right now. I think he thinks you're Whumper.”

Team Leader sets her jaw and adjusts her grip on the saw. “Gonna fucking rip Whumper apart,” she swears. She crouches, tries to catch Whumpee's eyes. “I'll be careful, Whumpee. Yeah?”

Whumpee incoherently mumbles into Caretaker's chest, and Team leader stands back up. The saw whirrs to life and Whumpee jolts, screams with fear into Caretaker's chest. His entire body is trembling as he tries to pull away, legs kicking out, screaming his throat raw.

"Be quick," Caretaker asks and Team Leader lowers the saw with a pinched expression. Once the metal is being cut, Whumpee freezes up until all restraints have been cut. As soon as he is free, he slumps forward.

Team Leader drops the saw and catches Whumpee with aching gentleness. "Got you now," she whispers and exchanges a look with Caretaker.

They are on warpath now.

[sugarsweetwriter]

Whumpee who just barely escaped.

Whumpee who knows they only have minutes, if not mere seconds, until Whumper notices their absence and all hell breaks loose.

Whumpee who knows they only have one shot at this.

Whumpee who’s running for their life—literally—not stopping when their breaths get shallower, when their throat starts to burn and their sides start to hurt, or when they start feeling as if they could pass out any moment.

Whumpee who runs through the yard, the forest, and onto a highway with no sidewalk, which they run along the side of until they finally come across a gas station.

Whumpee who barges in through the glass door, the “open” sign clanking against it with the sudden movement.

Whumpee who rushes to the underpaid cashier, their mouth moving faster than their thoughts, as they communicate the urgency of their situation, practically begging to be believed and helped.

Gas Station Employee who makes a few quick phone calls to the nearby police station, pausing to ask Whumpee for clarifications every few sentences.

Whumpee who meekly asks for permission to take a bottle of water from one of the fridges—as if they weren’t about to pass out from exhaustion and dehydration—as to which Gas Station Employee gravely encourages them to do so.

Gas Station Employee who does not charge Whumpee for the water bottle.

(Whumper who finds the door ajar far too late, fury and anxiety mixing into one lethal concoction as they vow to take Whumpee out the second they see them again, if they ever do.)

[whooooomp]

when the team finally finds whumpee locked in a cell and they were all so so worried so they all scramble to help them stand up and ask a lot of questions. which of course ends up overwhelming whumpee. they immediately flinch back in fear and mutter quiet pleas to not touch them, their body shrinking further into the corner theyre hiding in.

when one of the members notices it and tells everyone to back off and give whumpee some breathing room.

when there's that One character who refuses to move away. its like they didnt even hear the command. their eyes are completely focused on whumpee and it's like nothing besides them even exists. the mix of worry and relief they must feel because finally they found them and theyre alive and everything will be okay now and they will never let whumpee disappear from their side again.

[whumpshaped]

Five sentence fic starter:

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it”

“Hey, hey, I’m not mad”

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it!"

"Hey, hey, I'm not mad."

Whumpee was rocking back and forth, hands over their ears, and Caretaker didn't know if they even heard the reassurance.

"I'm so sorry," they went on. Likely not, then. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Caretaker reached out a put a gentle hand on their arm, trying to pry it away from their ear. "Whumpee..."

"I'm so sorry!"

[half-corrective-surgery]

Mind control that doesn't go away. Sure, they're out of Whumper's hands, but for whatever reason, the control doesn't lessen entirely.

It's not noticeable at first, but something is undeniably happening.

Their face will go blank sometimes, and they'll snap to attention.

They only speak when spoken to, and even then, they're much too quiet.

Offhand comments are followed to the letter, they let themself be touched and handled and do whatever they're told, no complaints.

When (if) their team figures this out, it complicates things. They can't be as casual around them as they'd like to be, have to monitor everything they say to make sure they don't take advantage of Whumpee.

Carefully phrasing questions to make sure they aren't misunderstood as orders, always leaving comments open for questions or objections... the vulnerability of caring about someone who can't consent to... anything, right now. Even the seemingly normal things.

[writersisland]

Prompt idea: Character who had once promised their lover that nothing bad would happen to them

Just for something bad to happen later on that was out of their control but they feel such shame and guilt when they see their partner hurt and bedridden

When the promise “I won’t let anything bad happen to you” is broken

Upon finding them: “[Name], baby, no… Oh my god, fuck…”

“What happened?”

“I wasn’t there… No… I wasn’t…”

“I failed…”

“I’m never going to let this happen again.”

“This is my fault.”

“I couldn’t protect you.”

“How could this have happened?”

“I’m so, so sorry.”

“They won’t get away with this.”

“Please wake up... I can't lose you, not like this.”

“I don't even know how to begin asking for your forgiveness...”

[half-corrective-surgery]

I'm so taken by the idea of Caretaker and drugged Whumpee. Maybe Caretaker finds them in the aftermath of what Whumper did, maybe Whumper did this to Whumpee and told Caretaker to "clean up the mess". The vulnerability of it, the humiliation.

Whumpee shaking, unable to speak clearly, curled into Caretaker's lap.

Caretaker looking around, waiting for Whumper to come back, because they know that they have to be nearby.

Whumpee trying to explain what happened, but they can't, for whatever reason that may be.

Whumpee apologizing. "I know I'm meant to be stronger than this, I know I'm meant to be better, I don't know why I can't stop crying, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I'll be good, I'm sorry."

Whumpee not being able to move... nearly completely immobile, completely in Caretaker's hands, forced to trust that they'll be kind.

"Shh, shh... it's alright, it's just me. You're safe now."

Caretaker calling them pet names, stroking their hair, doing anything they can to try to reassure them.

[whump-bunny]

Y'know everytime I see "living weapon" whumpees, they're always the winter soldier. I want more variety in my living weapons.

Give me living bioweapons, whose very blood is toxic, whose drained on the daily to keep up supply and demand.

Give me magical or super powered whumpee who would never hurt people of their own free will, but Whumper is controlling them. Perhaps with simple mind control, or perhaps with drugs that show Whumpee their greatest fears, that make them lash out to defend themself, only to inadvertently hurt whoever's Whumper points them at.

Give me Whumpee who is doing Whumper's bidding only to save someone they care about. Whumpee who walks freely and has what looks like a normal life, but drops everything when they get one call, one name, one target.

Give me Whumpee who doesn't know they're a weapon. Who doesn't know what their doing or who they're hurting. Whumpee with gaps in their memory, who thinks that Whumper is their friend, when they're anything but.