Weird Writings

Thank you for everyone's patience, I hope everyone who wanted to join found the new blog! It's time to share this year's prompts!

(Drumroll, please!)

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The prompts are divided into three categories: community (white boxes), question (red boxes), and creation (green boxes). Everyone is free to participate as much or as little as they want–there’s no completionist requirement!

This calendar provides a preview of the prompts, but on each day a more detailed post will be released with more context and additional suggestions for each day’s task. Similar to previous years, all prompts and other important information will be found on @whumpmasinjuly under the #infowhumpmasinjuly tag for ease of access, or here under #wij26day0.

This blog will also use the tags #wijquestion , #wijcommunity , and #wijcreation respectively for each post so that you can filter and find the type of prompts you’d like to do. 

Below the cut you can read the whole list of the prompts for this event:

then I looked in the notes and y’know.

some people seems confused.

Why a shopping cart with stained glass? 

or This would be cool to shop with

or something about religion and NO

NO

THIS. Is about HOMES.

That style stained glass? Those diamonds? They speak to me, and they say “Townhouse”. and FANCY townhouse, at that. They say “City home, old home, a home that is RICH, a shelter from the storm and a safe place for a family”.

But on! a! shopping cart!

That evokes - to me - Homelessness.

The person on the street who had no other choice but to steal the best cart they could from a store’s corral just to have a way to transport the meager belongings that are all they fucking have in this world. And it’s NOT a home or a safe place or a shelter but it’s all you fucking have!

And this piece goes and puts them fucking together! AND NAMES IT.

children of any species are very good at being annoying and very cute while doing that

a sphinx child based on this post

Cormorant fishing in Yangshuo near Guilin, Guangxi, China. Christian Vaisse

“Hey, none of that. You're a valued member of the team, no matter what your power level.”

“I just don't understand how you can tear open that portal to the fire dimension so easily.”

“… fire dimension?”

“Yeah. Where the fire lives. Before you summon it. For fireballs.”

Who understands that they're supposed to bow their head when demeaned and humiliated but doesn't feel upset.

Who knows, logically, that they're being deprived of basic needs, but feels like they can manage alright without.

Who flinches in anticipation of pain and then sighs, exasperated, at their own reaction- they should be used to it by now.

But, hear me out, what if Whumpee is like this because the current situation is so much better than before.

Whumper is like: ’Ha, ha, I’m going to demean you by forcing you to eat out of a bowl on the floor’

Whumpee is thinking: ”I’m getting food every day.”

Whumper: ”Here, sleep on this dog bed like the animal you are.”

Whumpee: ”Sure beats cold concrete.”

Whumper: ”Have a shower in cold water!”

Whumpee: ”It is so nice to be clean.”

Whumper: Slapping whumpee as punishment.

Lesson #4 buoyancy

For those interested specifically it is:

• Freshwater: ~ 1.00 g/cm3

• Seawater (Saltwater): ~ 1.025 g/cm3

• Average Human Body: ~ 0.985 g/cm3

Lesson #1 Prervious Lesson

“Lesson #1 how far can humans see”

Masterlist

CW: Conditioned whumpee, internalized dehumanization, consent issues, nonsexual partial nudity

The weapon’s transfer went without a hitch. He arrived at the new facility, where the people did all the necessary intake and showed him where he would be kept.

His new director seemed more personally interested in him than his former one had, but that could just be because he was a new acquisition or the only weapon of his kind this branch of the organization had.

The new team he belonged to seemed very concerned about making sure they were addressing all his needs; he hoped that meant they were more careful about being prepared, rather than less-knowledgeable about taking care of a weapon like him.

Naia, his director, had instructed 28515 to go to the medical area for an examination the next day. He obeyed, of course: a weapon always did.

The medic, Jal, greeted 28515 and exchanged idle pleasantries as if talking to a person. That was fine, though the weapon was sure he wasn’t as good for conversation as an actual human being. Perhaps the doctor just liked talking regardless.

The medical exam was fairly routine, though it became increasingly evident that this doctor was used to working only with people.

Jal measured Aquarius’ vitals—all within acceptable ranges.

Jal performed some other basics such as looking in 28515’s eyes, ears, and throat, and listening to his heart and lungs. The doctor paused slightly once or twice but didn’t seem to actually find any problems.

“If it’s okay with you, being able to inspect your body would allow me to make a more thorough examination, which could tell us more, to make sure we’re giving you the best possible care. I’ll only go as far as you tell me you’re comfortable with though. Can I do that?”

Couldn’t he? Why was he asking the weapon? “I don’t understand, sir.”

“I’m asking for your consent to take off some of your clothing for the physical exam.”

“Consent is something for people. I'm a weapon.”

“What?”

“I’m a weapon, sir.”

…Jal could unpack that later. Right now he was taking care of his patient’s physical health. “Okay,” Jal said, uncertain. “Regardless, would it be agreeable to you if I examined you?” He hoped the different wording would provide Aquarius with an out if he actually didn’t want this.

Aquarius fixed him with a blank look. “I have no preference on the matter.”

Oh, Jal was in over his head. But if his patient couldn’t share an opinion, he’d rather give care than withhold it. “Okay,” he said weakly, and gently pulled off Aquarius’ shirt.

He had a lot of scars. Most of them were small and fairly faded, but still definitely there. They didn’t all look like things that could happen in a fight.

None of the scars were such that they limited his mobility or other such problems, which was lucky—or possibly…deliberate.

Regardless, Jal checked for remaining injuries or other issues. He didn’t find any outstanding problems.

“I’d like to take a few samples and run some tests to get a better idea of your health. Is that okay?”

28515 nodded. Tests were nothing new.

Jal had Aquarius put back on his shirt as Jal got out what he’d need for sample collection. He drew some blood and swabbed the patient’s mouth.

Jal thanked Aquarius for his time and cooperation, and invited him to come back anytime he needed, then dismissed him.

After he’d run all the tests he needed to, Jal talked with Naia.

There were some strange results in the patient’s blood test which didn’t seem to impact his health but might validate the rumors of human experimentation in the branch they’d gotten him from. All things considered, Aquarius’ mental state was a bigger concern than his physical health.

“There were a few strange results that might need looking into, but he seems healthy,” Jal told Naia. “All his past injuries healed remarkably well.”

Naia focused in on that detail like a hawk. “Past injuries?”

“He has some rather concerning-looking scars, but none of them are fresh. I’m more concerned by what he said.”

Jal explained what Aquarius had said about consent and being a weapon. Naia looked thoughtful. “He said something similar to me. That he was a weapon. It’s why I don’t have a better name to call him than Aquarius. That’s the role the other branch forced him to take on.”

She’d unconfidently held out hope that it was some sort of hyperbole or figurative speech, but it seemed he really thought of himself as an actual weapon.

“What’ll we tell the team?”

“The truth, I suppose,” Naia said. “With how regularly they’re going to interact with him, I figure trying to hide it would do more harm than good. I’ll ask him if he wants to keep it private and of course respect it if he says he does, but I have my doubts that he would say even if he did care.”

“What’ll we do?” Jal worried softly, more to himself than Naia.

Characters are named and gendered but literally everything else is generic asjhfsd

Masterlist

CW: Conditioned whumpee, (temporarily) oblivious caretakers

Naia started heading back to base after getting out of a one-on-one meeting with a higher-up. Apparently one of the other branches in their organization had recently been shut down. It was a mess—but not her mess, thankfully. Most of the branches were fairly independent and separate, so hers could just do their own thing while the more central powers dealt with this.

However, they also had several people who’d been victims in this issue—people who might require a lot of care. The investigation into the full details was still ongoing, Naia’d been told, but the organization’s core wasn’t certain whether they alone could sufficiently care for all the victims’ issues while also dealing with the rest of the disastrous case. That was where she came in, and what the meeting was for. They were looking for teams that were willing and able to take in one of these people for the time being, at least until the worst of it had been sorted out. It was on a volunteer basis, so if she needed to Naia could refuse without any other consequences than a weight on her conscience.

She said she’d get back to them. If it were just her affected she’d have said yes right away, but she had other people to think about. Making changes without running them by the team wasn’t her style. She’d check with them, and agree if they were okay with it; they weren’t very busy currently and easily had the time and resources for one more person.

Now she had to talk to her team about it. She figured they’d all want to help; they were a good lot.

Naia called a team meeting the next day for that very purpose. She briefly explained the situation as she understood it. “I told them I had to consider it. It’s not required, so I’ll only accept if it’s okay with you guys. But if it is, I think we would be a good team to take one in.”

“What exactly are they victims of?” 

“I don't know. I've heard rumors of human experimentation and involuntary recruitment, but all I've had confirmed for certain is that they got shut down for ethics violations.”

“I’m down for it,” one team member said. Several other agreements sounded from around the room. No one was against it.

This was why Naia loved her team. They were good people. “Alright. I’ll tell them we’ll take one.”

They were expecting someone traumatized. Maybe someone who lashed out. Maybe someone who fell apart at the slightest issue. Maybe someone too terrified to function. 

They weren't expecting someone so…calm. 

The man they received from the organization seemed collected and unharmed, as far as a surface-level inspection could show. He seemed to respond normally to questions and directions, with a level-headedness that suggested the rumors of horrors in the terminated branch were unfounded. He was very polite, if a little withdrawn.

“Just one more thing, and then we’ll get you settled in your new living quarters.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Naia covered the last question she needed to, then called another team member over.

“Alright, let’s get you settled. Ariel, will you show him to his room?”

Ariel took their new guest to the quarters the team had gotten ready for him. They showed him around it, pointing out all the amenities they’d prepared for him to use so he wouldn’t have trouble finding anything he needed. They told him if he needed anything else he could just ask anyone, but ideally Naia since she was the one in charge. He was polite and attentive the whole time, and they never needed to repeat themself.

“Alright, is there anything else you need now?” When he answered in the negative, they responded, “’kay. Naia will probably check on you soon, go ahead and get settled in in the meantime. And see if you think of anything else you’ll need, we wouldn’t want you to go without.”

There seemed to be no problems, so they left him to settle in in private.

Once she was finished with the paperwork and official business regarding receiving him, Naia went to check on the new guest. She knocked and stepped inside the room. “Hey, you doing all right? Got settled in and everything?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Is there anything you need that we haven’t gotten for you yet?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Okay. If anything comes up, let me know. Or anyone else on the team if I’m not available.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Great.” In all the hustle and bustle of getting things arranged and doing the official work, Naia hadn’t gotten to know the newcomer at all or even learned his name. Time to rectify that. “What’s your name?”

“AHW-28515.”

“I mean your real name, not what the other branch designated you in their records.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, ma’am.”

Oh dear. There was a lot more at play than simple politeness. She double-checked to make sure she was interpreting this right. “You mean you don’t have a normal name, like a—human name?”

“No ma’am. I am 28515.”

This was not a good sign. She and the team were going to have to reassess some assumptions they’d made when they first brought him in. “Okay. Well is there anything else I can call you?” There was no way she was going to dehumanize him like that and call him a number.

“My call sign is Aquarius.”

“Aquarius? Why, are you a January birthday or something?”

“I don't understand the question, ma'am.”

Right. Of course those people who did this to him wouldn't celebrate his birthday. 

“Sorry. Nevermind that.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I like Aquarius.” She liked it better than a number, anyways. “Is it okay if I call you that instead?”

“You can call me whatever you like, ma'am.”

She worried he would say that even if he hated what she was calling him. It’s not like she had many options, though, she wasn’t a mind-reader. “Alright. I’ll call you Aquarius for now, but there’s something else you’d like to be called, tell me, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The “ma’am” hit differently now that Naia had a better idea of where the deference was coming from. Still, this much of a better idea might not be enough. She had to really know what she was dealing with if she was going to be able to help him well. “What, exactly, was your role in the group that had you before us?”