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Oddly Specific Romance Prompts Vol. 4: Attending a Formal Dance/Gala
“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."
‧₊˚🪻✩ scent prompts
¹⁾ cigarette smoke
²⁾ cheap, dollar-store cologne
³⁾ pavement slabs after rain
⁴⁾ burning popcorn
⁵⁾ pungent gasoline
⁶⁾ heady amber incense
⁷⁾ salty sea air
⁸⁾ freshly turned earth
⁹⁾ sharp lemon zest
¹⁰⁾ floral laundry detergent
¹¹⁾ acrid black smoke
¹²⁾ stale sweat
¹³⁾ sweet coconut body wash
¹⁴⁾ rich coffee beans
¹⁵⁾ sautéing garlic
¹⁶⁾ iron-tinged blood
¹⁷⁾ sharp acetone
¹⁸⁾ crisp mint toothpaste
¹⁹⁾ synthetic cleaning supplies
²⁰⁾ cheap hotel hand soap
²¹⁾ pristine paperbacks
²²⁾ expensive, luscious perfume
²³⁾ cheap, waxy candles
²⁴⁾ grass cuttings
²⁵⁾ dense smoke
dialogue prompts for ~injury~
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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.”
romance as a subplot is SOOOOO GOODDDDD because 98% of the time it's an intense slowburn that develops over several chapters. the story focuses on the plot or character development more but somehow it makes the romance SO MUCH BETTER!!! idk how to explain it it's just so good...like when an author's focus is more on characters and plot it gives you as the reader a deeper connection to the characters which makes the romantic/platonic aspect so much better
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i think it takes a while for them to talk about everything
i love thinking about body language esp with these two, i think when they first try to be there for each other they keep their hands to themselves lmaoo.
deku is so stubborn and loves to pretend he's fine so he's not gonna go in for a hug (which is why he hugs himself) but also, he needs some contact when he's anxious so he kind of leans into bakugo and they just sit like that for a while they're so unserious.
i think bakugo is even worse (he lovess to shove his hands into his pockets) and needs to be pulled into some physical contact (he needs it too when he feels queasy).
i like to draw them hugging and such but i think it takes a while for them to get there as teens, eventually they're familiar enough with each other's body language to know when the protest against being pulled into a hug is serious or not and they would respect each other's boundaries <3
NSFW. Sexual content. Non-con/dub con. Not graphic.
Whumpee/Living Weapon who was trained for a lot of different purposes. They can fight, they can lie, they can interrogate and torture, they can charm just about anyway. They know exactly how to get information out of people. Giving up their body is just a simple part of that.
But every time they do so, they go on auto-pilot. They often do, during torture, during fights, during sex. They just check out, floating somewhere else while their body does what it needs to do.
Years later, they are free. And they are living a somewhat normal life, although they're still a bit stoic. But they're doing... okay. All things considered.
They get into a relationship, maybe with someone who knows what they were. And sex is part of that. It's not much of a question for Living Weapon. They like their partner, they want them, and they know their partner wants them, too. They know exactly what to do, what to say, how to move, how to act.
And every time they do so, they disassociate.
But they're good at it. At playing the part. So it takes a while for their partner to notice. But when they do, they instantly stop, pulling back, and trying to get Living Weapon back to them. "Hey," they say. "Come back, LW. What's going on?"
They slowly get them back to their body, making Living Weapon gasp as they're pulled back, not really understanding what's happening.
They talk about it, and their partner realizes with horror that Living Weapon has been doing this since the start. "This is how it always is. It's normal." They say. It's not, their partner wants to sob. It's really not.
Maybe Living Weapon leaves, or breaks down. Being hit with the realization that what they've been doing isn't normal. That they're broken. They knew it, they knew they were messed up and wrong and they've never been normal- but they never thought much about this, and now their partner knows and-
In the end, Living Weapon and their partner talk about it. Maybe they try something new, start slow, trying to keep Whumpee in the moment. Each time they start to float, their partner pulls them back. "Hey, stay with me, LW."
And for the first time, Living Weapon does. They're in the moment, they feel it.
They don't do much, yet Living Weapon still ends up overwhelmed, and they start crying. The touch, the positive, caring, loving touch, it breaks them. Their partner just holds them.
But it's not bad. They're healing. They're happy.
omg pleaseeee make the living weapon comfort prompts
Okay I will! ^_^
Living Weapon Hurt Prompts, from last time
💥 Living Weapon Comfort 💥
So, how do you comfort someone who has been taught not to even view themselves as anything more than a tool for violence?
Caretaker shows whumpee the everyday parts of life - going to the movies, baking cookies together, going grocery shopping, etc. This is especially important if they never had a childhood.
Caretaker encourages whumpee to get a regular, civilian job, or better yet, pursue the dreams were forced to give up.
Caretaker reminds whumpee that their own pain matters. When they get injured or sick, they can take a day off. They're allowed painkillers. It's not about whether they can stand up and keep fighting efficiently, it's about their comfort.
Whumpee confesses the full extent of what they were forced to do. They've never told anyone this before and break down while talking about it.
Caretaker reframes what happened, points out the abuse that they couldn't see at the time, and reassures them that it was not their fault.
Caretaker praises whumpee for showing emotion, for acting gentle, for singing, for showing weakness. In those moments, Caretaker protects whumpee from anyone who would judge them.
Caretaker is very careful about how they move and how they touch whumpee, because whumpee can panic if it feels like someone is about to put them in a chokehold, pull a gun, etc.
Caretaker supports whumpee through nightmares and flashbacks, even if whumpee becomes aggressive in that half-aware state.
Whumpee visits the people they've hurt or the families of those they've killed, and tries to make amends in some small way. It's not enough, nothing could ever be enough, but they are forgiven anyway.
"I love you no matter what you've done. You want to know the honest truth? Even if you were really, deep down, responsible for all of it...I'd still love you."
Caretaker trusts whumpee with tasks that require gentleness, like babysitting, teaching, healing, or leadership roles.
When someone expresses that they don't trust whumpee or that whumpee should be punished, Caretaker chews them out privately. "They're not dangerous. They were being controlled. The things they did...that's not who they are."
Whumpee is afraid that their conditioning is too strong to break, so Caretaker promises to restrain whumpee if they act dangerously. "But I know you won't. I trust you."
Whumpee DOES get triggered and get violent, but Caretaker assures them that they haven't lost their progress. They are still getting better, it just takes time.
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.
⚔️ Living Weapon: Whump and Caretaking ⚔️
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
Living weapon after they're rescued part 2
[awkward whumpee vibes]
Always checking to see if they did something wrong.
Whumpee is talking but they trail off as they realize everyone is staring at them. "What... What was it this time? The part about the crushing?"
Whumpee getting so terrified of losing this new-found safety that they start creeping around on eggshells trying to be invisible. It's too good to be true and they just want the illusion to stay for as long as possible.
"You can pretend to be my friends, lie to me, torture me, but I will never tell you what you want to know." "Whumpee, I just want to know if pepperoni sounds good." *Long pause* "...Is that like a meat thing or...."
"oh, fuck, i'm sorry, I got blood on your rug, shit shit shi--" "WHUMPEE YOU NEED STITCHES!" "Yeah but I can heal and the rug--" "forget about the damn rug!"
If someone raises their voice, whumpee flinches and responds with a "yes sir" before they can think a out it.
Protesting too much. "I don't take orders from you."
"I'm not just an asset!" "I'm not saying you are, whumpee--" "then put this back, I don't need nice clothes to have the same rights as you!"
"whumpee, you can stop looking out the window every five seconds. We're in a safe zone." "Yeah, for now," whumpee glances out again.
Patting people's backs to see if they're wearing a wire, disguising it really well as just sincere friendliness and warmth
And then losing all that when they sit down and take out their gun and just set it on the dinner table. "....What?" Whumpee frowns in confusion. "Can I not clean my gun? Do I not get to have my own weapon?"
"whumpee, can you not spray wd-40 right next to my plate. I'm eating here." "Come on, it's not even that poisonous. besides, this gun isn't gonna clean itself."
"Can you not have dinner like a normal person?!" "Already finished."
*whumpee points out a tactical advantage* "Calm down whumpee, it's just snakes and ladders." Whumpee stares at the board, feeling their sense of usefulness drain away.
Going over the times they were completely badass until it gets annoying.
When they realize they're only good at killing. And they almost want to go back to it, because at least then they had a purpose.
do you perhaps have any prompts for when the living weapon is rescued and is just… so fucking awkward and doesn’t even notice. like no social cues existent (same), no sense of manners, social etiquette or politeness. they dont really talk unless spoken to first, but when they do speak they have absolutely no filter. this guy could murder everyone in the room but would not survive a high school lunch table
Oh hell yeah this is my cup of tea and my favorite brand.
Living weapon after they are rescued:
["long as I can remember" vibes]
Sorry it took me this long to answer! I was going through some stuff. I wanted to make sure i could give you quality content 👌 accidentally made too many though.
Eating as fast as possible and super messy. Everyone is just trying to talk and slowly stops as whumpee slurps their food down.
"are you ok whumpee?" "Yes, sorry, so sorry, I'm done. What do you need from me?"
Just casually leaning onto the table in a new tank top, and everyone suddenly notices the evenly-spaced scars down each shoulder. Clearly intentional. Everyone looks horrified at whumpee.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot to cover, um," whumpee backing away flushing and covering their shoulders because they think their scars are gross.
Whumpee biting off their nails, picking their nose, other stuff they got used to doing whenever they had a chance because there was rarely any access to basic hygiene.
Or, whumpee coming in scrubbed and smelling like 5 different soaps because even the slightest smell of body odor triggers them
Whumpee sitting down stiffly, then stiffly mimicking others' relaxed posture when they see people staring. "Whumpee, it's ok, you can relax." "I am relaxed, I'm doing the relaxing thing. I've got this leg on the other leg just like you, what am I doing wrong?!" (Panicking that they're not following protocol!)
Right after being rescued, insisting that they're fine, because any touch feels like an attack.
Getting angry/defensive/paranoid when people show concern. They're not familiar with it and don't trust it at all.
Defending their abusers, forced laughter, panic in their eyes. "It was just a few lashes. Technically they were being merciful." "For refusing to kill a child!"
"I don't really have feelings, it's ok."
"Your OWN PEOPLE tortured you?" "No, torture is different, I've been tortured actually, it's not as scary, hah, uh," whumpee's voice falters as they freeze, that familiar sense of dread trickling down their spine as they flash back.
"I'm aware that you are saying you're not going to hurt me, yes. I understand completely. The concept." Whumpee smiles stiffly. "But do you believe me?" Caretaker pushes. Whumpee swallows, still smiling. "If that's what you want me to do."
When they hold their breath as they sit down in a comfortable chair for the first time in years.
This is going to have a pt 2 because it's really long!
Post-whump recovery (living weapon)
Content: Injury whump, apologetic, defiant, and stoic survivors, ptsd
"Why are you limping?" "Sorry, I'll stop."
Caretaker walks in on survivor pasting bandaids onto huge, infected cuts.
"I'm so sorry--I'm sorry--I didn't mean to waste them,"
Or just "Do you have any like, duct tape, my tendon got nicked and I--"
Hiding wound and turning away from caretaker "You can't have it back--it's all bloody now! I claimed it. Hah!"
Every "thank you" is so apologetic it makes caretaker cringe.
"I'll protect you." Survivor straightens and grabs the nearest object as a weapon.
"Ah--fuck, don't grab me there!" "Whumpee did you... is that a cut inside your wrist?"
Caretaker hears whumpee making pain noises in their sleep, whimpering "I tried, I tried..."
A trope I love is the moment Caretaker just goes 'Damn it'
That moment Whumpee says/does something that makes Caretaker realize just how fucked up Whumpee's life has been. Maybe they tried to hate Whumpee, maybe Whumpee was their enemy, and now they have to realize Whumpee isn't just an evil, soulless killer. But instead, someone who has been hurt just as much as they were.
Just that moment, maybe Whumpee is confused by a normal concept, doesn't know what something is, because they've never had it. Maybe they say something about their own body, that's 'normal' (hint: it's not. It's really not).
("Do you need a painkiller?"
"A what?")
And they know Whumpee isn't trying to manipulate them. They're just... confused. This is normal to them.
And just... damn it.
What did they do to you?