#based off a prompt

[a-walking-human-disaster]

"Be Human"

Prompt Credit To @whump-in-the-closet! Amazing person. Prompt Post Used: Elf Whumpee

CW/TW: Possible Gore, Noncon Body Modifications, Imprisonment Also contains mentioned starvation, implied neglect of needs (like lack of water I guess), and past torture. There is also a description of throwing up.

Enjoy! - This is my first attempt to write whump, so sorry if it's bad.

Contains: Elf Whumpee & Human Whumper

❝You draw too much attention with those,❞ WHUMPER hissed as they stood outside the cell.

The cell door clicked open, and WHUMPER entered the cell, grabbing WHUMPEE by the wrist. WHUMPEE barely reacted to the action, limp as they were dragged out of the cell. They did not even have the energy to fight back even if they wanted. WHUMPEE's arm burned as it was pulled across the hard stone ground, with stray rocks stabbing them in the ribs.

Scars and bruises covered their body as a constant reminder of what happened in the past when they tried to fight back. Their deprived and starved form was not hard to move around due to the lack of weight. They let out a couple sounds of pain from their dry throat that ached with each soft sound that escaped their cut-up lips.

WHUMPEE was tossed forward into an empty room with nothing but a dirty floor. WHUMPER locked the door behind them, crouching down to WHUMPEE. They grabbed them by their hair, yanking their head onto their lap. WHUMPEE just whimpered silently as they watched WUMPER with wide eyes.

WHUMPER pulls out a jagged knife, pressing it against the base of WHUMPEE's right ear, "I've been meaning to remove these eyesores. You do not deserve any extra attention."

WHUMPEE feels their heart drop as they used some of the last strength they had to struggle. They did not want to even think of what WHUMPER had planned let alone feel it in action. WHUMPER clicked their tongue as they wrapped their free hand around WHUMPEE's neck, just enough to prevent movement.

The knife slowly was dragged upwards on the edge of WHUMPEE's ear, making them shake violently. WHUMPER grinned as they applied some pressure on the knife. It slowly started to break through the flesh, WHUMPEE shutting their eyes tightly. Tears started to burn in their eyes but they tried to blink them back. WHUMPEE did not want to give WHUMPER the satisfaction of seeing them cry.

WHUMPER starts to pull the knife back and forth through the flesh, using it as some sort of saw on their ear. The blood began to soak the side of WHUMPEE's head, dripping down the neck. WHUMPEE shifted and squirmed only to let out sounds of pain since WHUMPER would apply more pressure to the knife with every movement.

Once WHUMPER was done with the first ear, WHUMPEE's neck was stained with blood, and the top of their shirt had some red stains as well. WHUMPER pulled the remains left off, wiping the blood off their hand onto WHUMPEE's shirt.

"Stop fighting me, you're just making it harder for both of us," WHUMPER grumbled as they moved WHUMPEE to access the next ear. WHUMPEE was crying from the pain, on the verge of blacking out from the blood loss. As WHUMPER began on the next ear, WHUMPEE could feel their stomach twisting as their vision blurred. WHUMPER had barely broken through the outside of the ear with the knife when WHUMPEE passed out. from the pain and blood loss.

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WHUMPEE woke up in their cell, clothes, and neck still covered in their dry blood. They reached up to their ears, with some effort. Their ears were rounded, the flesh still bleeding out slightly and raw. Tears were already streaming down their cheeks as they processed the information.

Their stomach flipped as they curled up, hands grasping at their ears. The bile clawed up their throat, their mouth-watering. They tried to keep their mouth shut, refusing to let the bubbling liquid out of their mouth. But the feeling of fresh blood staining their fingers made them gag, and they lost the battle.

The bile slipped out their mouth, coating the ground in a clear white liquid. They hacked it up for a minute, leaving them curled up holding their stomach. Not only did their ears hurt but now their stomach ached. Their head was rested against the wall, smearing some blood on the crumbled stone wall.

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672 Words According To Google Docs. Thank you for reading! And thanks again to @whump-in-the-closet for letting people use their prompts!

[eddiestommy]

wait so apparently some people get mad if someone else writes fanfiction based on headcanons they shared on tumblr??? so now i got to ask

[spookberry]

Bad Cujo! Do not eat a mud!!

[babbling-babull]

DP X DC Prompt #83

Danny manages to somehow find himself in a situation where the JL are asking Fentons help to hunt down Phantom because he's "holding" Danny hostage.

[bitter-rayjay]

[some-rotten-nest]

Thanksgiving at the Fenton house was... Something. Danny did his best to avoid it, in short. It wasn't exactly Christmas; but it wasn't nice either.

Gotham was a good place for him to escape to, right? A flight there and back once Thanksgiving was over, no issue.

He didn't mean to get kidnapped by billionaires for an even weird Thanksgiving, okay Jazz?!

He'd just been out and about, doing nothing really, when this person came up to him and began to drag him by the ear, talking something about how "If I have to attend this, so do you!"

Being startled, he couldn't string the sentence he was looking for together and ended up being dragged to a---... Manor. Because of course it was. Rich people.

"So, how's everything?" A different black haired, blue eyed boy asked, eye bags heavier than Danny's.

"Oh! Actually, Jay, I left my shirt at your place when I got shot, any chance you brought it with?" The other black-haired, blue eyed guy asked, twirling his fork in his hand.

And he was looking at Danny.

Thank Ancients, the oldest person-- parent? He didn't know-- jumped in, sounding so tired, "Can we not talk about work at the table?" Then turned to Danny again, "And thank you for joining us this year, Jason."

"I had to drag him here!" The blonde who dragged him here Interrupted, "Why don't I get any thanks? Discrimination, Bruce. This is discrimination."

"I'd appreciate it very much if you didn't shout at the table, Miss Brown," The very oldest person said, placing a plate on the table.

Alright-- enough was enough, Danny needed to leave. This is weird, and he did not want to know why black-haired, blue-eyed guy #2 was shot either.

"Sorry, Alfred--" Blonde (Miss Brown?) said casually.

The sound of the door opening was as loud as a cannon to his ears, but to everyone else at the table, it was normal. Or they were expecting someone else that wasn't who they thought Danny to be.

"IM ONLY HERE FOR THE FOOD--" A voice shouted, "-AND NOTHING ELSE."

Black hair, blue eyes #3 came in, a white streak matching Danny's own in his hair.

All eyes turned to him. Fuck.

[mjulmjul]

angel, abstract

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Phantom Punk: We are the Outlaws

Back on my punk Danny AU

So punk is pretty anti-authoritarian, loud, fast, and contains a lot of anger, anger at how the world is. It can also be very compassionate to the downtrodden an those the system fails

You know who else has a lot of anger and compassion?

Jason Todd

Jason Todd, the second Robin, the Red Hood. The man was born to be punk.

Danny just works as a punk. His villains range from the government to a Billionaire to a ghost cop. It makes more sense than not for his experiences to have turned him in that direction, and let's face it one Sam Mason would have helped, even if punk and goth are different

So we have one dead punk boy living in a shitty apartment in Gotham, and we have another dead punk boy moving into a shitty apartment in Gotham

They're neighbors(I'd say roommates for the meme but Jay needs the added privacy)

So now we have two punks with messed up sleep schedules living next door to each other. They clearly vibe, they hang out, go to each other's apartments and Jason practically force feeds Danny a healthy meal that has enough preservatives in it to give Ra's a run for his money

Then Jason got careless

Jason, after accidentally mentioning the outlaws multiple times during a phone call, now has to deal with the fact that Danny thinks it's the band he's in. It's fine, all he has to do is play it cool, roll with it and it'll be no big deal

being unable to shut his mouth, he actually digs himself deeper. Now, Danny doesn't just want to see them play, he wants to join, and Jason has made the mistake of saying he needs to ask the band first, only to call Roy who is a little shit and goes "Yeah he can join our band."

Cut to Jason, Starfire, and a sheepish Roy scrambling to actually be a punk band as they get sucked further and further into committing to the bit

or

Fake Band au, like a fake dating au but with more people and instruments and probably ends in polyamory

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 199

“Where the fuck are my legs?” 

Danny wasn’t happy. It wasn’t funny! Usually he just had a ghost tail when flying really fast, like super speed, not all the time! It’s not funny Clockwork, you’re used to having a tail, he isn’t! 

What do you mean it’s permanent?! He needs his legs! Clockwork!! He wouldn’t have agreed to the adoption if he knew he’d lose his legs! 

…Okay, that was a lie, Clockwork was a great parent who encouraged his chaos and enjoyed screwing over assholes like the Observants. But still! He looks like some sort of snake person now! No he doesn’t want a nap, he’s not a baby! 

Clockwork, why are you being quiet? He’s not a baby! He’s not a baby, right? What do you mean all ghosts are babies until they’re a hundred years dead!? But he’s a halfa- what do you mean it takes longer for Ancients?! 

No he doesn’t want that nap, he’s having a midlife crisis here several years too early! 

[jjoneechan]

c!Dream in thought

He’s wondering what kingdom is this flag from.

Looks nice. He likes the colors. Maybe they’re friendly and welcoming?

based off this prompt on twitter

[mayhasopinions]

gatitos

[amethystskeleton]

Rock Bodies

Soft paws are patting against my stomach as I float weightless in the water, my whelp laying on the squishy part of my furry stomach. I chirp down at her, gentle and chiding as the tide rocking our bodies. She stops and I roll over as we near the docks. She gets the message and slides smoothly into the water, her furry body has yet to grow in its layer of waterproofing yet and so her dark fur soaks through in moments. She wiggles a little struggling up the ladder and I have to tuck my nose under her back paws to help her make the jump. She makes it and I follow closely behind.

The rest of our romp is already lounging about on the dock. A few of the other otters raise their heads and chirp at us as we arrive. My whelp rolls around in the smooth sunlight. Wriggling her tail against the dark wood, trying to get the excess water out of her ears as she shakes her head. She shakes a little too much and dislodges her wide four pawed stance. Another whelp nearby makes a laughing chirp at her hard landing on the dock wood. She chirps right back, voice strong as the rocks that the waves crash into every evening.

Those same waves are crashing against the rocks even now. But there is no longer a whelp at my side to see them crash. I can’t stop myself from staring into the depths of the dark water. Was it always that dark or had I just not been paying attention. The sleek bodies of my romp go sliding into the water beside me. Each member focused on their own careful splash into the darkness. We must be careful now. It’s been hours, but the shark might still be lurking somewhere in the depths of the water. None of us had even seen it coming for us until it was too late.

None of us had seen the dark shadow gliding through the clear waters and attacking from below. Shell sharp mouth wide open, searching for its next victim. My whelp had been beside me one moment, water sharpened paws tapping against the squishy part of my stomach again, and then gone the next. Something exploded outwards next to me, and a trail of bubbles whispered by in the corner of my vision. Something dark and smooth as the water. Slipping and mixing hazily with it until the water surrounding me had become darkened like when I got too close the squid’s home as a young whelp myself.

I twisted in the waters, trying to right myself against the torrent left behind by the shark. It wasn’t until I realized that my entire romp was already streaking away through the waters that I understood what had happened.

Staring at the waves now I wish my whelp could have been as strong as the rocks that the waves broke over. Perhaps the shell sharp mouth of the shark would have shattered instead around the rock body of my whelp. A sleek head pops out of the water a few feet away to gaze at me with inquisitive dark eyes. For a moment neither of us move but then the head shrinks back under and so does my desire to leave the dock.

I settle down against the wood and watch the smooth bodies of my romp go gliding away from me. The waves continue to crash, and I continue to simply watch, waiting for the morning dawn to catch me.

By: AmethystSkeleton - 05/15/2024

(Please don’t repost without proper credits)

[goldengirlgalaxy]

The GIW have found out about Danny being half ghost. However, due to the dangers of getting caught Danny has a plan.

Danny some time beforehand manages to successfully figure out how to duplicate himself. Each one is just as strong as the others and the last duplicate remaining becomes the real Danny. Any duplicate the disappears will have all its memories return to the other copies.

The plan is simple: the Dannys all split up and set themselves up in different parts of the world, far away from one another. Should one get caught, it will simply vanish before the GIW can do any serious and traumatizing damage. Plus, Danny won't have to try and build another life for himself should he need to abandon one.

However, what Danny didn't consider is the fact that the copies don't have any kind of mental connection aside from when their memories are redistributed. They also don't keep in contact, as that would defeat the purpose of having them split up.

When the various superheroes around the globe find a child with incredible power who is all alone, they tend to try to help them. And since Danny doesn't want the GIW to find him, he tends to pick a different hero name than Phantom.

Needless to say, its a very interesting meeting at the Watchtower when they belatedly discover that several new heroes that had were being mentored by several heroes were all the same person.

[rotruff]

btw ur f/o would love to take care of you.

come down with something? they'll be there for you in any way that they can. they might not be a great cook, but they'll pick up anything you could ever need or want whenever you want. they might be the type who wants to keep a little space since they dont wanna get sick, but they'll leave little notes around for you or maybe a jacket or similarly comforting article around for you as a little reminder of their love for you. they'll help you pass time, whether that be through watching movies, talking with you, or just being a quiet presence nearby. whatever makes you feel better, they're happy to oblige. they just want you to feel better, even if they might not be a doctor or anything, they hope that they can be of service to ypu anyway.

just not feeling great? that's fine too, everyones got their off moments. (maybe if they're the more flirty type they make a joke about how it must be exhausting being the loveliest person in history.) they're more than happy to be a support for you in any way that they can in this time, whether that means just being there for you or stepping in to help you with things physically. whether you want them to just be by your side and keep you company or for them to help you out with things like showering or eating something, they'll be sure to put their heart into it. they care about you and your happiness means the world to them, they dont mind doing whatever it takes to help you feel a little bit better.

chronic pain or similar? oh yeah, dont even worry about it. even if theyre not super strong, they'll offer to help you around if you absolutely need to, though they might be a little bit of a worrywart about you getting some rest. you want any painkillers? they'll go running through a storm for it. you just want a distraction? they'll happily regale you with some story of theirs to help take your mind off the pain. you just want their company? they're already fitting themselves as close as they can to you. they know that, no matter how much they wish they could, they cant really take the pain away, but theyll do whatever they can to help take your mind off of it and alleviate some of that pain.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “you say you wanna be friends but it’s starting to feel like you wanna be more than that” prompts

“Tell me why you say you wanna be friends but then go and pull shit that makes me feel like you want to be more than friends?” 

“Do you… Like like me?” “No, I don’t. That’s defamatory.”

“I don’t know why but all I can think about is kissing you. I’m… Not the only one, right?”  

“Friends don’t fucking do this.”

“Do you actually want to be friends or do we need to talk about this and reevaluate our relationship?”

“I don’t know if I can do this with you when I think I’m starting to want more.” 

“If I knew we’d come to this then I wouldn’t have agreed to be your friend in the first place.”

“You’re confusing me. Stop it.”

“So what is it you really want from me?” “I don’t— I don’t know.” 

“Fuck, why are you doing this to me?” “Doing what?” “Messing with my head!”

“Everything about this is starting to feel really not platonic.”

“…This isn’t working.”

“I’m pulling away before I get hurt.”

“Don’t give me mixed signals. If you want us to stay friends, don’t fucking act like that.”

“I don’t know about you, but I want out. I can’t keep doing this and act like we’re just friends.”

“Did I do something? Why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “Just… Because.” 

“Don’t give me that shit. Don’t treat me like that. Don’t make me think you like me. Don’t give me the hope I don’t need or want. Don’t give me a reason to continue feeling this way for you.” 

“…I think I like you.” 

“Is it weird I wanna give you all of me?”

“This is all we should be, yet it somehow feels like we could be more. You feel me?” “…Sorry?” 

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny Phantom was not used to fighting magic users. Ghosts, yes. But humans with powers? No.

So when a cult managed to successfully summon and bind him, he lacked the knowledge of how to stop them.

And they tore him apart.

His core was broken into pieces, each one then implanted into one of the most loyal cult members (or potentially sold off to another person to use…) to grant them a portion of Phantom’s many powers.

However, the cult didn’t entirely know what they were doing either. You see, it turns out that shattering Danny’s core in that manner didn’t truly end him. His soul still persisted, still refused to die even as it was trapped amongst the disparate shards. Though each individual piece lacked the strength of mind or power to affect their hosts, they would gradually forge themselves together anew should they ever be gathered back together.

And after Red Hood killed several of the cult’s members, that process began. Their shards, now freed, transferred to the vigilante, instinctively latching onto his proto-core. Though still not yet whole enough to form a truly conscious fragment of Danny, they are enough to start to nudge Hood in the right direction (bolstered in effectiveness by Jason’s connection to death)

Jason can feel it deep within his soul. There’s something more to this cult’s powers than just normal magic, and he has a growing need to find out what that is. To stop them. To burn them all down and dig their secrets from the ashes.