“Relax. You look gorgeous.”
“People are looking at us.” “Yeah, they’re jealous about my hot date.”
“May I have this dance?” “Only if you don’t mind me stepping all over your toes.” “It’ll be worth it.”
“You look…wow.”
“Sorry, I don't normally dress like this..." "Well, you should. You're stunning."
"I've never slow danced before." "That's okay. Just lean on me and follow my lead."
"You smell fantastic." "Thanks. I broke out the expensive perfume/cologne for the occasion. I was also kind of hoping you'd notice."
"When did you learn to dance like that?" "Oh, it's just something I picked up on over the years. Try to keep up."
"I feel stupid in this dress/tux." "You certainly don't look stupid." "What was that?" "Nothing."
"Why don't you dress like this more often? I could get used to this look."
"Here, take my jacket. You're freezing." "No, it's fine. It looks better on you, anyway." "Funny. I was going to say it looked better on you."
"It might just be the champagne hitting, but god I could kiss you right now."
"We're running late; can you zip this up for me?" "Actually, I'd rather unzip it. What's a few more minutes?"
"You're, by far, the hottest one at this stupid gala; and it's not even close."
Living weapon whumpees who do as they're ordered but hate every moment of it and let everyone else know that they hate it. They complain and make comments under their breath. They drag their feet to their missions and make themselves as irritating as possible, often getting slapped around for their "smartass" behavior. They make their trainer's life as difficult as possible, knowing it will earn them solitary confinement and a bruised face. They show up to missions with a black eye and tightly stitched wounds. They finish the missions, efficiently even, but they wince when they breathe in too deeply.
They're hanging on to what remains of their identity with everything that's in them.
Until that too, is taken.
hello yes can i get uhh living weapon prompts again <- fav ever genre of whump with a side of caretaking
Also such a favorite for me, aaaaaa!!! Since you ordered a side of caretaking, I added a comforting response for each situation.
Whumpee daydreams about peace and loving relationships from a young age but thinks of these daydreams as pathetic. If Whumper learns that whumpee likes such things, they're punished for it...
...But Caretaker comes along and loves this softer side of whumpee.
Whumpee who is afraid to have pets or children or pupils because they've come to think of themself as inherently dangerous...
...Then a pet or vulnerable person falls into their lap, and whumpee discovers that they can be very kind to others.
Whumpee feels most comfortable expressing themself through aggression and competition, because that's all they know. Maybe they even feel uncomfortable with gentle physical touch...
...And Caretaker is willing to interact with them by playfighting, bantering, challenging them, etc.
Whumpee is normally addressed by a title or even a number. It's strange and emotional to hear anyone call them by their first name...
...But Caretaker sees them for the person underneath, and says their first name with tenderness.
Whumpee gets sick or injured or somehow impeded in their abilities. They think they're worthless now. Maybe Whumper even discards them...
...But now they're free to explore their own interests and what they truly want out of life.
Some other prompts on the same topic: Living Weapon Comfort and Living Weapon Whump
¹⁾ a basket of laundry left in a doorway
²⁾ a sticky note on a pillow
³⁾ colourful fridge magnets
⁴⁾ a laden clothesline
⁵⁾ plates of fresh-cut fruit
⁶⁾ towels warm from the dryer
⁷⁾ the whistle of a kettle
⁸⁾ messy bedsheets
⁹⁾ books stacked on a nightstand
¹⁰⁾ a cupboard of mismatched mugs
¹¹⁾ fresh-brewed tea
¹²⁾ a sink full of dishes
¹³⁾ pictures lined up on a mantlepiece
¹⁴⁾ sun-warmed floorboards
¹⁵⁾ odd socks
¹⁶⁾ overflowing paper grocery bags
¹⁷⁾ a steamed-up bathroom mirror
¹⁸⁾ dinner left in the oven to keep warm
¹⁹⁾ a porcelain teapot
²⁰⁾ mismatched cutlery
²¹⁾ potted herb plants lined up on a windowsill
²²⁾ a stocked bar cart
²³⁾ a teeming closet
²⁴⁾ cold tiles
²⁵⁾ a shared bath
²⁶⁾ rooms decorated with trinkets
²⁷⁾ a jewellery dish
²⁸⁾ shoes left by a doorway
²⁹⁾ a faded portrait in an old frame
³⁰⁾ soft lamplight
³¹⁾ the drone of a ceiling fan
³²⁾ homemade lemonade
³³⁾ a messy makeup vanity
³⁴⁾ faded coasters
³⁶⁾ lit candles
³⁷⁾ frayed couch cushions
³⁸⁾ a blanket draped over a sleeping form
³⁹⁾ creaky stairs
⁴⁰⁾ fresh-cut timber
⁴¹⁾ an overgrown garden
⁴²⁾ a spare room
⁴³⁾ a medicine cabinet
⁴⁴⁾ jasmine bath salts
⁴⁵⁾ soft pyjamas
⁴⁶⁾ bare feet on cold floorboards
⁴⁷⁾ sunday dinners
⁴⁸⁾ post scattered under the letterbox
⁴⁹⁾ family photos
⁵⁰⁾ an old armchair
⁵¹⁾ scrawled-on calendars
⁵²⁾ a roaring fireplace
⁵³⁾ reminders stuck to the fridge
⁵⁴⁾ boardgames
⁵⁵⁾ a dusty attic
⁵⁶⁾ smoke curling out of a chimney
⁵⁷⁾ evenings on the porch
⁵⁸⁾ a record player
⁵⁹⁾ tangled chargers
⁶⁰⁾ a chipped bathtub
⁶¹⁾ a silver serving tray
⁶²⁾ souvenir shot glasses
⁶³⁾ a blackout
⁶⁴⁾ movie nights
⁶⁵⁾ a late dinner party
⁶⁶⁾ half-finished crochet projects
⁶⁷⁾ a loose thread on a sweater
⁶⁸⁾ dog leads hung by the door
⁶⁹⁾ a leaning coatrack
⁷⁰⁾ a grocery list
⁷¹⁾ patterned dishes
⁷²⁾ bright teatowels
⁷³⁾ an empty drawer
⁷⁴⁾ vhs tapes
⁷⁵⁾ documentary reruns
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“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”
“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”
“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”
“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”
“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”
“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”
“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”
“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”
“I know, I know it hurts.”
"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."
“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”
“Where are they? Where are they?!”
"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."
"You just watched them die."
"This is going to hurt, okay?"
"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."
"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."
"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"
"I came as soon as I heard."
“Get away! You’re hurting them!”
“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”
“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”
“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”
"Help them! Please!"
"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."
"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."
"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."
"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."
"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."
“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”