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“Please don’t give up on me.”
Bonus points if caretaker really wasn’t planning to
“What part of stay there don’t you understand?!”
“I swear- you’ll be the death of me!”
“I’m going grey- You’re making me go grey.” “You are not going grey, you’re 25!”
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”
“Okay, new rule- From now on your plan is not allowed to be ‘run in head-first and see what happens’.”
“Is asking you to shoot me a little ‘I’m not dead’ text every now and again really too much to ask??”
“So let me get this straight. You heard gun-fire. And you ran. Towards it?!”
“That’s it- You’re in time out.” “What?! I’m not a child-“ “I don’t care! Time out!”
“Must you bleed on everything I own??”
Big fan of characters who are just so done lmaoo, part 2??
“That’s practically a blizzard out there- you’ll never find them!”
“Well I at least have to try!”
“Now, now, darling- You just keep your pretty lips shut.”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Character A says softly, inching closer with placating hands, “It’s okay, I’m here to help.”
“I’m a grown man, I am not gonna use kitty-cat plasters!”
“I’m sorry, what do you mean kind-of stabbed?!”
“I’m fine.” Character B insists through ragged breaths, “It doesn’t even hurt.”
Character B wakes up in hospital and is surprised to see their friends/team all there, in varying degrees of alertness.
“Why are you all here?? Don’t you have important things to do??” B asks Character A, the only one fully awake.
A gives them a perplexed look, “‘Cause we care about you, dumbass, that’s why.”
“Hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but-uh, I’m at the hospital. Could-could you come get me??”
“Uh,,, I don’t think your ankle is supposed to bend that way,,,”
“Character B, you’re sick! Please just lay down and rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead!”
“And that’s gonna be far sooner than you think if you don’t just lay down!”
“I can deal with it myself.”
“But you don’t have to.”
“When was the last time you ate??”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Well I’m making it my business!”
“It’s no big deal.”
“It’s not ‘no big deal’, I found you half-dead on your bathroom floor!”
“So this is what you do? You find little broken dolls, fix them up only to break them again?”
tw: drugging
a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumper’s arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.
“shh, my love… don’t fight it,” they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.