Heyy I Don’t Have Something Specific In Mind But Can You Please Right Something About A Morally Grey

So i had an idea where a [insert smart character here] after time is unable to tell truth and lies apart. Imagine; Before the smartest person in the group And after, character that questions everything, unsure of what is with or against them. just a random idea, please consider it

considered. loved at first sight. GODDD i hope i did this justice I think its such a brilliant idea

also thanks for letting me use this prompt to procasinate on studying <2

Leader hurdles through the base, everything blurring around him. He stumbles into the infirmary, almost running through Medic.

Medic's exhausted eyes meet his.

"Where are they?" Leader can barely say the words, breathless, slipping out between the gaps in his teeth.

Medic adjusts the lapels of their jacket, the movement automatic—a nervous habit. "You know, they're still confused." Their voice drops an octave and Leader can hear the sympathy, "Maybe you shouldn't go in."

Leader ignores it. His heart threatens to rip a raw-edged hole right through his chest, right then and there. "You didn't restrain them, right?"

"I should," says Medic, quietly. "They're..." they hesitate, gaze probing Leader's panicked expression. Then they sigh, "Listen, whatever you two used to have? It's gone. They're damaged."

"Yeah, but you can fix it. They're brilliant, they'll recover." It's a desperate grab at relief. At hope.

Medic just gestures towards the room. "I don't think I can fix what they did up there."

Hands trembling, Leader turns abruptly and lets the door swing open.

The windowless room is filled with warm light. A mug of something warm sits on the desk.

And Hero, in a t-shirt and shorts, paces the room. New, raw-rimmed stitches cross their bare arms. Medic fixed everything physical.

Leader can't help it. He stares. There's a long, drawn-out second where he recalls the confident Hero of before. With curling red hair and bright eyes, freckled and grinning.

Then there's this scattered, empty person in the room with him.

They’re pacing.

No—counting. Footsteps matching breathing.

“Two-three-four,” they whisper. “Two-three-four. If I keep counting, it doesn’t stop; if I stop, it’ll come back, and they’ll—”

“Hey,” he says, gentle, swallowing down stinging tears. Do you remember me?

Leader's voice tears Hero out of their mind.

They flinch so violently-- scrambling-- grey eyes vacant-- they hit the wall.

“Don’t do that,” they gasp. “Don’t—”

“I'm not doing anything,” he rushes to reassure them, too fast, too helpless. Oh god. "It's just me"

Their hands go to their ears. “They said that too.”

A beat of silence stretches, thick and aching.

Leader doesn’t breathe.

Hero sinks to a crouch in the corner, rocking just slightly, fingers digging into their scalp. Dry strands of hair fall over their hands as they dig. Still counting, still whispering numbers. Like if they keep going, they can hold the world together.

“Don’t believe them,” they mumble. “It’s a test. It’s always a test.”

Oh god.

What have they done to you?

WHUMP PROMPTS INVOLVING COLLARS

trigger warnings: torture, dehumanization, blood and gore, PTSD (everything in this is entirely fictional meant to inspire writers)

whumper making whumpee wear a collar with whumper’s own name on it, so that everyone knows who owns whumpee.

collar that will only keeps on tightening around whumpee’s neck until whumpee says please.

prong collar. except instead of a dog, it’s wrapped around whumpee’s neck.

whumper having two different collars for whumpee, one with the words “good dog” engraved on it and the other with the words “bad dog”, depends on how whumpee behaves that day — whumpee is terrified whenever whumper puts the “bad dog” collar around their neck, because it means they will get punished; and so they try their very best to always be a “good dog”.

whumpee trying to remove their collar by themself by scratching and digging their nails into their skin until they bleed.

collar with barbed wires that bite into whumpee’s neck each time whumpee moves or breathes. the chances of infection and necrosis are high if left on and untreated for too long.

whumpee not being able to stop absentmindedly trace their fingers over their bruised neck where the collar used to be, no matter how long it’s been since their rescue.

post rescue. whumpee having difficult time speaking, eating or drinking water due to the bruises around their neck that were inflicted by the collar they were forced to wear — this could cause them to stop talking or eating, or it could cause them to talk and eat less.

whumpee wanting (needing) whumper to own them. they beg whumper to please put the collar on them again. please please please please don’t abandon them.

whumpee having been brainwashed into thinking that having a collar around their neck means they’re not a stray. thus they think caretaker is going to abandon them because caretaker didn’t put a collar around their neck like whumper did!!!!

whumpee having a panic attack. they’ve lost their collar; the collar was their shield telling others to fuck off because “this one is already taken”. but now there isn’t a collar around their neck anymore, they are going to scent an unowned meat, and they are going to crawl out of the shadows to feast on whumpee.

whumpee attacks whumper, but they are abruptly stopped when whumper activates whumpee’s shock collar, leaving whumpee convulsing helplessly on the floor.

whumpee having PTSD from the collar where they, even without the collar, think they cannot breathe and so they start panicking.

whumper telling whumpee to wrap a collar around whumpee’s own neck by themself. whumpee having no choice but to obey when disobedience only means excruciating pain. they’ve learned their lesson the hard way.

whumper making sure whumpee sees themself wearing a collar by holding up a mirror in front of them. “look at you. surrender suits you. you’re so pretty with a collar around your neck.”

whumper letting whumpee choose which collar they want.

whumper, upon recapturing whumpee, holds whumpee’s old collar in their hands as they slowly approach whumpee. the sight of the collar alone is enough to break whumpee down.

whumpee having an episode in which they attack every doctor and every nurse who’s trying to help them. caretaker hates to do this, but they have no choice but to threaten whumpee by saying they will have to put a collar on whumpee again if whumpee isn’t behaving, knowing what whumpee went through during their time with whumper. it works because whumpee, despite trembling like a leaf, stops trying to hurt themself and the hospital staff right away. and the fact it works breaks caretaker.

whumpee burning their collar after they escape whumper.

caretaker applying salve on whumpee’s neck to ease the pain caused by the collar whumper made them wear.

whumpee being extremely paranoid and not letting anybody get close to their neck, without having a panic attack, after their rescue. caretakers are trying their best because, in order to properly treat whumpee, they have to be able to inspect the damage on whumpee’s neck so that they can offer treatment accordingly.

whumpee feeling the needs to always wear a scarf to hide the bruises around their neck that were caused by the collar whumper made them wear.

whumper making whumpee say thank you and kiss the back of whumper’s hand each time whumper puts a collar on them.

whumper clasping a collar around whumpee’s neck without no warning, catching whumpee off guard. by the time whumpee realizes what’s happened, it’s already too late.

whumper giving whumpee a collar that matches whumper’s dog’s collar. so now whumper has two pets!

whumper pulling whumpee in for a kiss on the lips, by yanking the chain attached to the collar around whumpee’s neck, eliciting an involuntarily moan from whumpee.

whumper touching their hand to the collar around whumpee’s neck, running their finger over it and leaning in to breathe the scent of whumpee’s hatred, fear, and possibly arousal.

something something having a werewolf’s pups and they grow up protective of their human mom in a world of monsters

man maybe i just make a werewolf oc at this point

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Do you ever just start writing and then it's a few thousand words later, and you're just like, 'Where the hell did any of this come from? This was not the plan. Wtf?'

Firefighter/Police AUs

Person A is an infamous detective, just downgraded to a patrol cop and Person B is fresh out of the academy and ready for their first partner.

Some of the cases are hard to bear and Person A knows how lucky they are to have Person B by their side to talk things through.

They are both undercover cops, trying to arrest the other one after a misunderstanding.

As partners they need to trust each other to always have each other’s back. So, there can’t be any secrets between them.

Their sparring matches were legendary at the police academy and even now with their different shifts, they still try to train together every once in a while.

Person A and Person B are trained for undercover operations, which means that when they have to move in a suburban area together posing as a married couple for months, they’ll be nothing but professional.

They always knew that they had a dangerous job. But when Person A gets held hostage by a fugitive, their partner, Person B, will do everything to get them home save.

After suffering an injury during work that took them out for a couple months, Person A is finally back at work and eager to get back out, but Person B is still worried about them and wants them to take it easy.

Person A and Person B are first responders to a break-in at a lab. It soon becomes clear that nothing was stolen and that the intruder set free a dangerous virus, which leads to a lockdown and all parties involved are isolated from the rest of the world.

When Person A gets the call and arrives at the crime scene, they never thought they would see Person B there, huddled in blankets.

The house was booby trapped and went up in flames after the police officers entered the building. The firefighters must get the fire under control to save the officers trapped inside.

After a case hits too close to home for Person B, Person A takes their partner home with them to keep an eye on them.

Person A is a firefighter and Person B is a police officer. They just started dating and they decide it’s still too new to tell everyone, including their colleagues. They hadn’t thought about how to awkward it would be to hide their relationship, when they both get called to an accident.

They are both firefighters and Person A’s patience with Person B is starting to get thin. Person B would be an excellent firefighter and their protectiveness regarding crewmates and civilians is admirable, but they keep taking unnecessary risks and this needs to stop.

Being a firefighter involves a lot of fast thinking and moving and lots of adrenaline-filled hours. But it also involves downtime at the station, just waiting for the next call.

They have to shower after each of their firefighting operations and Person A keeps catching Person B half-naked so often, that they ask themself if Person B is either an exhibitionist in general or if they specifically want Person A to see them.

There has always been a friendly rivalry between the local police and fire department and every year they come together to fight it out – on the football field. With a celebratory BBQ afterwards.

When a terrorist threatens to blow up a random building down town if their demands are not met, it’s a race against the clock for the security forces to stop the attack.

It’s time again for the annual calendar photoshoot and there is a lot of good-natured teasing going on between the firefighters.

There is a widespread emergency after a natural disaster hit the city and everyone is needed to bring order into the chaos and to save as many lives as possible.

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One of these days I'll have a link to the story I write about this. Until then.... This'll sit here for a while.

You are a tavern keeper who’s been in business for 15 years. A local crime lord is trying to extort you, sadly for them you know tons of adventurers who owe you favors, and even have mimics for chairs.

Tw: mention of past abuse

something at will always hit me like a bat is when the super happy sunshine character has a horrible whumpy past! Whumpee began smiling when they saw their friend. "Hey dude! What's on the agenda for today?"

"We only have one guy to interrogate," A explained as they glanced at their clipboard. "Everyone is already inside."

A led whumpee through the rows of cells. They tried not to look at the people inside. They tended to ignore anything that could dampen their smile. Whumpee's eyes were drawn to the cell their friends surrounded.

"Who's..." whumpee froze as they saw the figure in the cell. It was all too familiar.

Leader didn't notice whumpee stiffen. "Our guy today is Whumper LastName. Accused of multiple accounts of kidnapping, torture, abuse... all kinds of stuff like that. Boss wants us to get locations. They think there could still be more captives." They turned to whumpee, unsettled by their silence. "Whumpee, what's up?"

whumpee realized they had been staring at whumper. "Nothing!" They smiled at leader.

"wait,"

Whumpee jumped at the sound of whumpee's voice.

"Whumpee? As in Whumpee LastName?" They chuckled.

"whumpee? Do you know this guy?" B asked.

"no?" Whumpee laughed, clearly over compensating. "I've never seen this dude before,"

"Are you sure? That would actually be really helpful for this case," Leader offered.

"nope! I've never met someone named whumper,"

"Come on now whumpee," whumper rose from the bed they were sitting on. "You can't forget this face. I certainly can remember your screams well,"

"Whumpee? What are they talking about?"

"nothing! Just them trying to mess with us. Don't listen to them." Whumpee looked around for something to distract everyone with.

"whumpee, you're shaking," B reached out to touch whumpee's should but they flinched and jumped away.

Oh god. Everything they've worked for. They've perfectly crafted this personality, and now whumper is going to destroy their life a second time.

"I used to know whumpee really well. I always wondered what happened to them after they escaped." Whumper smiled, as if thinking of a fond memory. (which wasn't too far from the truth) "I remember how well whumpee took whumper 2's beatings. I particularly liked their screams when I whipped them."

"Shut up!" Whumpee yelled. They hadn't noticed the tears falling down their face.

"Oh! How's whumpee 2?"

"You disgusting bastard! You killed them and you know it. How!? How is someone so sick and twisted as you?!" Whumpee stopped and looked at their friends and regretted it. They stood with shocked and worried faces. Fuck, whumpee really fucked everything up again.

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