#ash's prompt

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Just got the cutest prompt for 1D Short and Sweet Fest!!

[gardenpatchbaby]

I am so sick of fic writers making 10-year-olds talk like babies.

I work with children and have taken numerous classes on adolescent development. Here's some of what I learned because I might actually kill someone if I read another fic where an older child is essentially a four-year-old. (No hate to anyone in particular. Children are confusing.)

(Slight trigger warning for 13 & 14 year-olds. Puberty/sex mentioned)

(Most info is from Chip Wood's Yardsticks: Child and Adolescent Development Ages 4-14)

[ashdoeswhump]

Tws: dehumanisation, conditioning, abuse, intimate whumper, pet whump, basically just all the whumpy stuff that comes with pet whump and nonhuman whumpees

Animalistic and nonhuman whumpees hit just right.

Nonhuman whumpee with claws and fangs and wings and horns and fur. Does whumper tear these off? Use them to pin whumpee down? Slide a knife along them, not hard enough to pierce, but enough to draw blood, enough to hurt? Put them on display for their friends? Does caretaker know how to look after their nonhuman traits? Are they gentle, so gentle, with them? Do these things get in caretaker's way so they keep accidentally knocking it? Does caretaker preen whumpee's wings, polish their horns, trim their claws when they're too weak to do it themselves?

Werewolf whumpee who looks perfectly human most of the time, but who are constantly punished for the one night they don't. Does whumper keep them on a chain? Treat them like a dog? Make them sleep outside and eat out of a bowl without their hands? Keep them surrounded by silver at all times? How does caretaker deal with it? Do they find a way to keep whumpee calm during full moons? Are they forced to keep whumpee locked up every month for everyone's safety, whumpee's included? Do they give whumpee a blanket and a hug and some hot chocolate afterwards?

Avian whumpee who struggles with speech but can make other noises just fine. Do they squawk when whumper hurts them? Does whumper force them to sing? Feed them nothing but seeds and nuts? Keep them locked in a hanging cage? Keep them outside but chained down so they can't fly away? Does caretaker build them a nest out of blankets and pillows? Let them out whenever they want? Encourage them to fly, only for them to fall back to the ground and hurt themself because they haven't flown in so long? Bandage and heal their battered and broken wings?

What about whumpees who aren't nonhuman, but have had their humanity stripped away?

Guard dog whumpee forced to stay outside. Does whumper make them pace around the perimeter of their property all day and night without breaks? Punish them when they pause for even a second? Only let them sleep once or twice a week because when they're asleep, the place is undefended? Does caretaker have to train this out of them because the only way to remove this conditioning is more conditioning? Do they help whumpee rest? Are they so, so relieved when whumpee goes to sleep by themself for the first time?

Lapdog whumpee who's made to cuddle with whumper. Does whumper make them sleep in their bed? Have them curl up on their lap while watching TV or reading a book? Comfort them after or during punishment? Does caretaker have to learn what sorts of touch whumpee can and can't endure? Do they have to sedate whumpee anytime they need to carry them somewhere because they're too weak to walk by themself but starts shoving any time they're touched? Is it an upwards battle, getting whumpee to associate touch with genuine care? Or is whumpee so relieved to be out, or so conditioned, that they'd do anything caretaker asks without question or complaint? How long does it take caretaker to realise this isn't them healing, but the conditioning going on?

Living weapon whumpee who isn't allowed thoughts or morals, only obedience? Does whumper force them to kill people they know during training? Keep them muzzled and hooded to hide their identity? Punish them when their face shows what they're thinking or feeling? Is caretaker afraid or horrified or disgusted of them at first? Do they have to teach whumpee that they're a person and that they're their own person? Do they have to keep weapons away from them because whumpee will think caretaker wants them to kill someone?

What noises do they make? Do they hiss or snarl when they're scared? Let out a barking yelp or a squawk when they're hurt? Whimper or whine when they're nervous? Purr when they're happy? How much of this is taught and conditioned into them, and how much is natural? Are they afraid of making human noises, or do they wish more than anything that they could speak?

There's just so many possibilities with this trope, I love it.

[genosoffline]

damnation

day 4: witch's heart / worship

[moonlight-stalker]

# Dcu x Dp 118

Danny is Damian's older brother by about 7 years.

Danyal often sneaks things in for Damian to have and would protect him from punishments, when Damian was 6 he watched his grandfather kill Danyal for making one too many mistakes, he thought he was gone but that same night he witnessed Danyal claiming into his widow at first Damian was over the moon that he was alive but then his mood soon sour when Danyal tells him he has to leave, that if he stayed and grandfather finds out he will have him gutted and have his head cut off to make sure he can't come back. Before he leaves he gives Damian a teddy bear.

4 years later Damian is living with his father and has been living with him for a couple of days when he sees Danyal climbing through his window, but this time he is injured when Damian finally gets him into his room he sees what the injury is and is horrified to see that Danyal has a cut shape as a Y that goes from his shoulders to his pelvis and he see that he is bleeding both red and Lazarus green. Danyal tells him that he does not have much time to explain everything but what he can tell him is that he is something called a halfa now and he's about to go into his core which is pretty much his soul and needs Damian to hide and protect it until he is healed enough that he can reform. Damian agrees and watches as Danyal disappears and an orb the size of a fist falls he catches it before it hits the floor, Damian decides to hide it with his most prized and well-hidden possession which is the teddy bear but he goes the extra mile and cuts open the bear and places Danyal inside.

After that day Damian starts to carry the bear everywhere he puts him in a drawstring bag and goes about his day he does not acknowledge it when any of the other bats ask what he is carrying around. This went on for a week and a half before the bear was found, Grayson had forced him to go on a walk with him only for both of them to get rain when they got back Alfred handed them towels Damian set the bag down which he had taken off to protect from the rain when Drake snatched the bag and open it and pulled out the bear he went to grab it back only for Grayson to take it from Drake and start to tease him and keeping the bear out of his reach at this point the others that were in the mansion had gathered around. Damian finally had enough and pulled out a hidden dagger and yelled "You will hand me back my brother's resting place right this instant or you will lose the hand that is holding him" That made everyone stop and freeze Damian was able to grab the bear back and flee back to his room where he checked over the bear to make sure Danyal was okay not realizing the chaos that he has caused.

[evilminji]

Can You "Accidental Baby Acquisition" Yourself?

Like? Say you have a You... who is NOT You, obviously, but A You in the Multiversal sense... and their childhood suuuuuucked. Just? Truely awful for reasons beyond their control.

Such as the veil NOT being so easily peirced in their reality and humanity a bit more... Reactive(tm) to ectoplasm, due to the lower concentration of it in the Everything of their Universe. Which makes their parents research? Unattainable. Dangerous.

Ultimately fatal to their elder sister.

And then later, them.

Not that they were even the loving if wildly eccentric parents most of the other You's KNOW and have. Due to that very say research and their long-term exposure to their own samples. The Reactivity.

"Pit Rage" as some circles call it.

They weren't themselves. Stopped BEING themselves long before their children ever came into the picture. If they could think clearly, they would BEG for someone to save their children. From them. From their house of horrors. From what they've become.

And well? You exsist outside of Time. In the Zone. Maybe you have a wide and crazy adventure with this grizzled, worn, badass of a You. Figure he's pretty cool. Ask if he needs anything. And he laughs this broken glass in your chest sort of sound and says:

"Not unless you could give me a real childhood."

Like? Dude. Buddy. My buddy dude. Gonna have to explain that one. You can't just drop that and walk away. We Crazy Action Bros Adventure(tm) bonded. You can tell me. And reluctantly... he kinda does.

And... Look. You exsist outside of TIME. Your mentor IS Time. You can TOTALLY do that.

This.

But like? You realize... there wouldn't be TWO of you... right? If you take mini-Bamf out of the timestream at point A... you, big guy, stop existing at every instance of point B and onwards.

Yeah. Yeah, he gets that. Fully consents. His life was full of bad decisions and dramatic bullshit. He wants a real childhood. His sister back. Wants them BOTH out of that house and somewhere safe. If he could do it himself, he would. Call it his fucked up way of healing. Finally facing his trauma. It's haunted him long enough.

.....well then. Now You've got a baby and a fussy toddler. They have superpowers because of course they do. That house was OSHAs waking nightmares and deepest fever dreams. Jazzypants is hungy. And baby You did a stinky.

This is Fine(tm).

You're a King! You can TOTALLY handle this! Teeeeeemporarily. Since it's not like they can stay HERE. The Zone is literally uninhabitable long term for the living. So time to fire up the ol Brain Meats. Gremlin Ideas formulating. Loading... Loading... Loooooooading. Got it!

You kidnapped them.

Brilliant! FRIGHTY! Where's the Trenchcoat Booze Slu-...SLUHeuth. Sleuth! Totally what I was planning to say, Starshines! Don't curse. Cursing Bad~☆

The Detective Of Loose Morales in The Trenchcoat, who's Soul I Own, Frighty! Where's he at?? *Distant muffled answer* Close enough! Time to give him a heart attack! And throw a fight! Can you toss me a nightmare medallion? I need to instill mortal terror! Thaaaanks, Frighty! Also can you change diapers? *affirmative noises* Ancients, you're the best.

Smash cut to John Constantine. Busting up some cult, as you do. When? Oh fuck. The leaders heading for the store room! Not today, fucker! They fight. They struggle. It's Manly and Gritty and dramatic! When?

A terrible CRASH. Some artifact must have activated. What... have you DONE? *dramatic musical sting* swirling green and DEATH radiates out from a pin prick of nothing. A black hole in reverse. The cold oblivion of space, given bones to claw its way free. Eyes that sear in colors too technicolor and hypersaturated to be mortal. Green. Green! GREEN.

Ice and stars and death and a terrible, unspeakable Crown.

Two... two little sprogs. Tiny bits of nothing in a monsters hand. KIDS, wrapped up in something they never should of even had to nightmare about. John's eyes catch on red, red hair. A tiny little headband with butterflies on it. Pressed so close to dark locks, as she wraps herself around her little bits of a sibling.

The other ones dressed up in stars.

Someone SOLD their fuckin KIDS. Or this damned this STOLE them. It doesn't matter. Not now, not to John. Because this bastard isn't keeping them. He slides like breathing into the waves of luck and chance, odds and fate. Is on his feet and drawing attention. Whatever it takes, he's leaving here with those kids.

He laughs and it's not a kind one.

"Oi! A word if you will?"

@hypewinter @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @ailithnight

[floating-far-from-earth]

day 1: prologue

can't believe I forgot it was the 1st of october. It may not be on time for me, but at least it's on time somewhere!

[vrgabriel]

In the spirit of Inktober I have decided that every day of October I will try to make a quick horror film study.

Day 1 - Evil Dead 2

[ezzletheanxious]

Firefly

[whumpelstilts]

I'm always a sucker for injury reveals, but one of my favorite kind is when the injury is revealed to the person who’s hurt. They could already feel the pain-

-or maybe they couldn’t. Maybe the drugs have kept the worst at bay. Maybe they were in shock before, their mind protecting them from the worst of it. Or maybe they’re just used to pain. Maybe it’s easier to downplay what you can’t see-

-but then they finally. See it. See the damage. Peel back the bandages. Finally look at themselves in the mirror. In the photos that were taken for evidence. In the video that was taken when it happened. They see the raw manifest of their trauma. The bruises when they were fresh. The bruising bloomed across their skin now that they’re safe and it’s been a few days. The poorly knitted together cuts still red and inflamed while their body attempts to fight off infection. The swelling around their eye, when they’d grown used to their vision being impaired by now. The splints around their fingers. Their skin mottled and scraped and just. Damaged. Whenever someone tries to help them wash up.

They finally see themselves in the mirror for how they are. Hurt. Damaged. Ruined.

And it’s almost impossible to believe that this isn’t how they’ll look for the rest of their lives. That this isn’t what the people they love will see from now on every time they look at them. Even if they heal, this? This is forever now, and maybe it was inevitable that it would always come to this

They’ve always been a hurt thing. Now the outside matches the inside

[frowardthinker]

12 days of Jalim - candy canes

Had this random idea for Jason and Salim as nutcrackers and that led me to candy cane spear ^-^

I may turn this into a comic at some point...if yall would be interested in that 👉👈

[ashdoeswhump]

Tws: noncon body mod, body horror, amputation, hospital setting

Whumpee with the ability to fully regrow any body part, and to adapt to any environment.

They're kept in a locked room in the hospital, a machine constantly drawing blood and spinal fluids to have on hand - when transfused into a patient, the blood perfectly changes to match their type so there's no resistance from the body.

When a new limb or organ is needed, the hospital staff take it from whumpee. Sure, being with their heart or a lung or even part of of their brain for a few hours will kill them, but they'll regrow it and be fine again afterwards.

Do they give whumpee pain medication or anaesthesia for every amputation, or does the mindset of "they'll regrow it, it doesn't matter" extend to "the pain will wear off, it doesn't matter"?

How did whumpee end up here? Were they sold out abandoned by their parents? Did they discover this ability themselves and decide they wanted to make a difference?

Are they even aware of what's going on? Or are they drugged into compliance, barely even aware of their own name?

Are the hospital staff aware of their presence and the state they're kept in, or is it just one whumper who harvests from whumpee and the rest live in willful ignorance?

So many delicious possibilities.

[oblivious-troll]

Day Five of the Twelve Days of Jalim

Rings

Close up of their rings under cut

Also, here's a not shaded version because I couldn't decide if I liked it more this way or not, lol

[flipwizardstarlight]

Out of context snippet from a DPxDC fic im writing that i liked a lot:

"Why does this sound like you are fighting a war?" Jason asks quietly.

Danny, Ash, and Ember share a look.

"Because we have been for two and half years now," Danny says tiredly. "It didn't start quite so... organized. It was mostly me and my two friends fighting to keep Amity safe, then it was the three of us fighting to keep ghosts and amity safe from each other, and then I beat the ghost king and the number of people helping keep civilian injuries down started to climb while I made sure none of the ghosts coming through were caught by the humans.

"Once word spread through the Realms that i wasn't even crowned yet despite the Realms having transferred the title of King to me, almost everyone who wanted to challenge me and hadn't yet changed their minds. After the big guys stopped coming out to play, the GIW started noticing the liminals in and around Amity and the kidnappings started."

"Once the kidnappings started, we organized," Ash finishes.

"Jesus," Jason says as he runs a hand through his hair.

Danny grimmace sympathetically towards him. "Welcome to the world of Ghosts and Liminals."

[lumpywhump]

a whumpee with no name

subject

Thing

pet

my love

#(serial number)

weapon

ashtray

trash

whatever you want, but you need a scene where caretaker asks whumpee their name. Where whumpee has no reply. Whumpee knows what whumper used to call them, but they don't want caretaker to call them that. It's not their name. Just a title. But, then what should people call whumpee?

I'll leave the fluffy scene of caretaker helping whumpee figure out a name to your imagination.

[yours-always-j]

he posted one of the photographs🥹 (via George M. Parker’s Instagram)