Oh I wouldnt hurt a fly. a person on the other hand-

1 —

Feeling that dip in your stomach when the person’s name is mentioned again. Even worse, it’s been years since you’ve heard that name yet it still causes an almost visceral reaction within you, your eyes dilating and your breath catching in your throat, your world spinning around you a little.

You were so sure you were over them—over whatever they’ve done to you—that you didn’t expect to react so strongly even after so many years.

2 —

There were many points you’ve rehearsed, in your head, the way you’d act, the way you’d speak, the way you’d hold yourself if you ever saw them again. You anticipated many reactions, but you didn’t anticipate falling apart the instant you accidentally cross paths with them again.

3 —

“I thought you forgave them?”

“I thought I did, too.”

4 —

“Fuck, I haven’t moved on at all.”

5 —

“I didn’t think it would bother me that much to see them again.”

6 —

When you get random flashbacks of past situations or people and you can feel yourself gripped with frustration at the mere thought of them. And it’s over things you thought you were over already.

7 —

“Well, you know what they say? Healing isn’t linear and sleeping with other people does the opposite of getting over someone. I got smacked in the face with a pillow the other day because I said [insert Character A’s name] instead of theirs while we were having sex.”

“…Yeah, I think that’s your fault.”      

8 —

“Just when I thought my life couldn’t become more of a shit show, I think I’m starting to realise how much I miss them.”

9 —

“…It’s been months of no contact. I thought I was doing well. And then they message me out of nowhere, saying how much they regret what they did and wishing me the best, and it all falls the fuck apart.”

10 —

“Hey, so that was insane.”

“Yeah, not as insane as them showing up at my door and assuming I don’t hold any resentment for what they’ve done to me and how much they’ve fried my nervous system. They deserved that slap.”

“You said you were over what they’ve done to you.”

“Well, I guess I’ve learned one trait from them: lying.”  

— End

They posted it late at night and want people to see it in the daytime

They want others to reblog it

They want more attention for it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

They have followers in different timezones and want everyone to get a chance to see it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

IF THEY REBLOG IT MULTIPLE TIMES, THEY’RE DOING IT BECAUSE THEY WANT ATTENTION FOR IT AND THEY’RE LIKELY NOT GETTING ENOUGH, SO THEY KEEP REBLOGGING IT IN THE HOPES THEY’LL GET SOME

BE A COOL BRO AND REBLOG

The same reason art exhibits last for days.

“Listen to me. Look at me.” (Especially if they then force either of these.)

“Watch your language”

“It’s in your best interest to obey”

“Be quiet”

“You will not talk to me that way”

“I can make it worse for you if you resist”

“We can do this all day”

“Screaming won’t change anything”

“Stay still and take it”

“Your compliance will make what happens next much easier”

“Do exactly what I fucking say”

Imagine, a normally stoic, serious character A. They’re nonhuman, or human, whatever fits your story! They’re going about their life—Until they meet their soulmate.

And oh my god, Character B is the most gorgeous, sweet thing character A has laid their eyes on!! they fall in love at first sight, and character A is left with the most dopey grin, all their friends are so confused.

A collection of potentially angsty phrases to be used as icebreakers, first meeting prompts, or even sentence starters! Feel free to change wording or pronouns as necessary to fit the narrative.

"Don't you dare speak to me that way."

"Whine a little more, why don't you?"

"You have no idea what you've done."

"If that's what you think."

"Whatever you say."

"Don't start."

"Do exactly as I say, or else."

"You wouldn't know the right thing from a door if it hit you in the face."

"I never want to see you again."

"You did this to me. To us. It was all you."

"You made me this way."

"It's all your fault."

"Go ahead. Blame me."

"You couldn't handle the truth."

"I will never be what you envisioned."

"I am just a weapon. Nothing more, nothing less."

"We are not friends."

"Leave. Leave like everyone else does."

"I don't ever want to see your rotten face again."

"I trusted you."

An exhausted character is stopping to rest (returning after a battle, pausing on a long and difficult journey, etc.) after they were hurt. They arrive at [home, an inn, etc.] filthy and bone-tired.

Someone hurries to draw them a warm bath, then leaves them to their privacy. They undress, stiff with exhaustion and wincing as the dried-blood-soaked clothing pulls at their skin.

But it's worth it when they're able to sink into the tub. The warm water immediately helps with their aching muscles. It's been so long since they've felt this warm, this comfortable.

At some point they notice that the water, already a disgusting red-brown from the blood and dirt caked on them, is turning a bit more red. They realize that as they undressed they ended up removing their very makeshift bandages, which caused their wounds to start bleeding again. And the warm water made their blood vessels expand and made them bleed more.

Now they've been sitting in the bath, bleeding, for who knows how long. They know they should get out, dry themselves off, and see to those wounds (surely someone will have some spare rags. They can handle the rest themselves.), but they're just so tired. And the water is so warm...

𓍼 The thing about lying for long enough is you forget which parts are true. He's been this person for six years. He knows their sister's name and the way they look when they're almost asleep. He doesn't know, anymore, whether the man who loves them is real or just the most successful performance he's ever given.

𓍼 "You know, don't you," she said. Not a question. He'd been wondering when she'd notice. "Yes," he said. She nodded slowly, like she was rearranging something inside. "How long?" "A while." "And you stayed." "And I stayed." She looked at him for a long time. "Why?" He thought about all the complicated true answers. "Because it didn't matter," he said. "It didn't matter compared to everything else."

𓍼 She'd built this life brick by brick. New name, new city, new everything. Spent years learning to breathe without looking over her shoulder. And then he walked into the coffee shop and looked right at her and said her real name, the old one, the buried one, and every brick came loose at once.

𓍼 He knows three things about himself that nobody in this room knows. He goes to parties. He shakes hands. He answers to a name. He is very good at this and it has never once stopped being exhausting.

𓍼 "Tell me something true," she said. He looked at her across the table. He wanted to. He wanted to so badly he could feel it like pressure behind his sternum. He smiled instead. "I like this restaurant," he said. She looked at him like she knew. She looked at him like she'd always known. He thinks maybe she had.

𓍼 She practices in mirrors. Has done for years. The name, the history, the easy way of saying it like it's always been hers. She's perfect at it. She's been perfect at it for so long that some mornings she looks at her own reflection and for a half second doesn't recognize the woman looking back. She's starting to think that's not the life she was supposed to be living. She doesn't know how to find the other one.

But if I may so humbly put it out there:

Living Weapon Caretaker

Like previous Whumpee LWC, suddenly put in charge of something, someone, much weaker and smaller than them, and at first it doesn't compute. How could anything be this weak, this fragile?

How could something this small rely on them?

But whether forced to or of their own volition, Caretaker knows this tiny, shaking thing, must live to see another day.

And overtime taking care of Whumpee has LWC healing stuff from their own past.

and if they're both in Whumper's clutches, they gain the strength to break out, and if not, if now safely with their team, they start to understand some of the looks the rest of the team gives them. The horrified looks, the looks of sympathy LWC doesn't get.

Whumpee trusting so heavily in LWC that they start questioning if all they're good for is combat.

They arrive at Whumpee’s house after they’d received a call asking for a little help, since they were sick. Caretaker did NOT expect this. Whumpee is laid flat on the couch, their legs raised up on the armrests. They’re asleep. Must’ve dozed off waiting for Caretaker to arrive. Their text had been vague, quite hard to decipher due to the… unconventional… spelling. They gently feel Whumpee’s head. No fever, good. So it really is this… thing.. that Whumpee had mentioned— can’t remember the name of it, but they’d told Caretaker the medication name. Good. With a sigh, Caretaker makes their way over to the kitchen, beginning to rummage around in each of the draws. Normal things— pots, pans, dishwasher— all the things one should usually have in their home. Then, a rounded cabinet in the corner catches their eye. Inside, is… well. A lot of medicine. Different bottles, brands, labels faded and scratched have been replaced by sticky notes. Caretaker’s brow furrows. Why hadn’t Whumpee told them how much they’d been struggling? How sick are they? They’ve never heard of any of this. They’ll talk to Whumpee. Grabbing the requested medication, a card packet, Caretaker leaves the copious medicine behind. “Whumpee,” They call, gently. “Whumpee, come on. I’ve got your meds.”

Whumpee’s eyes flutter open, recognition dawning as they shuffle up a little, hands flattening out their hair. “Heya,” They rasp, voice a little rough. “Thanks.”

Caretaker hands Whumpee the medicine with a cup of water. “You’ve got a lot of those… medications. Aren’t that many bad for you?”

“Eh, kinda. But it’s better than being like this, i guess.”

“Mm. I suppose so. What is it you said was wrong with you again?”

Whumpee swallows the medicine expertly, their throat bobbing. “Uuhhh… Just some thingy. Kinda a few thingys. I’ll tell you later.”

inspo by @/bladeinmyribs

content: past trauma, burns, kidnapping, team whump, stoic caretaker, gruff caretaker, caretaker turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker

It hadn't been easy.

Caretaker had had to fight with themself every single morning to get out of bed. They had had to talk themself out of wallowing every single day, they had had to get up and make breakfast and go to physical therapy. And slowly but surely, they got better. On their own. Alone. Isolated, apart from the doctors. There had been no one to help them on their journey, and they had had to learn how to fend for themself.