#oc Ashley

[slashthrashandcrash]

I'm a man with scissors for hands I long for a love that I know I can't have It's so sad, my heart in your hands I melt like the snow in the part where you dance

Slasher x Final Girl OCs my beloved. Motionless In White song my beloved.

[roachymochi]

Art made by the wonderful @starrysharks of two of my OCs, Ashley (on the left) and Kelig (on the right)!

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 12. Decision

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Content: Giant/tiny, tiny whump, pet trope/whump, kidnapping, cages, loss of mobility aid (prosthetic leg), solitary confinement (non descriptive), manipulation, power dynamics, fear, female cast

Ashley’s Pov

Poll winner: Let Hamster decide what to do with Soap Scrub. 

ART, WRITING, AND POLL UNDER THE CUT

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A row of ideas fills your mind on what to do with this pest. Just as you’re thinking of chucking the whole jar out, you look at your little girl's face. Hamster’s eyes are full of worried tears and it dawns on you to get her input on the matter.

Placing the jar with the tiny man inside in a different room, you return to converse with Hamster. Admittedly you sway the options in your favour when speaking to her. Picking her up, you wipe her tears and brush back her curly hair. “Do you want him gone sweet pea? I can get rid of him for you,” you roll the words slowly, “Or, would you like a new friend?” A careful smile spreads across your lips while you rub her back gently. “I think he could warm up to us. He could be a new model for our blog. Who knows, if we got rid of him he could get hurt again. He would be safer with us don’t you think?” 

Hamster frowns slightly with pressed lips. You can only guess her worries and reassure her. “Don’t worry honey bunny, I would never let anyone hurt you. Ever. If he’s not nice we can make him go away after all.” 

Hamster hums and then nods her head. She smiles some, and dare you say she’s starting to get excited by the idea. You give her a little kiss on the cheek and explain that it might take some time to become his friend. She’ll have to be patient with him. You also tell Hamster that she gets her cast taken off in the next few days, giving her more to look forward to. 

Once that's settled, you go into the room where the pest was left alone. He’s there in the jar with his head slumped against the glass. He becomes alert when you get closer. 

You rest your arms on the dresser with your face close to the jar to talk to him. “I know it was you who scared her before. Tell me what happened.”

The man reacts exactly how you want, and goes rigid. “I- I never hurt her. Ask her. When she fell off the counter a mouse was going to attack her, and I scared it off.”

“And then?” You raise a thin brow. 

“And then, what? That's all that happened,” he defends quickly. 

You watch him for a second as his eyes dart around, then break the news to him. “I’ve decided to keep you. It's that or I sell you and who knows what could happen to you then. I won’t hurt you as long as you never upset Hamster. M’kay?” 

“You have to be kidding me…” Tears well up in his eyes and he cradles his bandaged hand. “Can’t we make some soft of deal? I- I can do what ever you want if you let me go after. Then you’ll never see me again, I swear.”

Furious, you pull the jar closer just to startle him, who does he think he is trying to negotiate as if he has any leeway. “That is the deal, little boy. You’ve caused a lot of stress to my pet, and now you’ll pay it back to her with nothing but kindness. Do that and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, well fed, and I won't hurt you. If you don’t, well… I’ll sell you and who knows where you’ll end up. Snake food? Some kids live Barbie doll? Neglected, starved, forgotten in a tiny. Little. Jar?” You tap the glass with your long nail between words. “The choice is yours.” 

The man is left speechless with his mouth gaped open and his hair sticking out everywhere. You take a second to breathe deeply to calm down. The thought that you're taking this overboard clouds over you - but he really did cause a good amount of grief for you last week. "So, tell me your name or I'll come up with one." You smile, feeling just slightly sadistic. "Maybe Rat, Pest, or maybe Hamster can choose."

“It’s Soap.” He chokes out in a tiny voice.

You snort at the strange name, but wild pets are usually an odd bunch so you don’t hound him on it. 

“It's nice to meet you, Soap.”

The next few days you set things up as a precaution. Making sure there are no other wild pets in your home, getting Hamsters cast off, setting up an escape proof cage for Soap, and isolating him just enough for him to crave the company of yourself and Hamster. On the fifth day of leaving him in the dark alone, you enter the spare room to check in. He’s sulking, hidden under a toy that you’ve given him in his cage. 

“Soap?” You use a softer tone than the last time you two spoke, “Are you ready to come out? What would you like to do?” You give him a few options to choose from and offer to give him his doll leg back if he cooperates. 

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(Multiple options may be used depending on the top poll winners)

Thank you @alittlewhump for looking over my chapter <3

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[mottinthepot18]

Art from a cyoa story, Chapter can be found here

[stabbynunchuckss]

Day 22 of the wheel of whump

Today's prompt is:

"You're home now"

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When Ashley next awoke, their environment was unfamiliar - the alley they'd found safety in was gone - but only for a moment. They recognised the bed they were lying in, the pink walls that Miles had somehow talked them into...

Miles.

Could they be home? But if so, then where the fuck was Miles? He wasn't in the room, and Ashley couldn't hear him moving around anywhere, but he had to be somewhere here? ...right?

Panic surged through Ashley, and they slowly got to their feet, leaning on the windowsill for support as they staggered forward. The cloth on their leg had been replaced with bandages, and there were more wrapped around their arms and chest.

"Miles?" Ashley called, their voice weak from lack of use. "Are you... Are you here?" They took a step, slowly taking their hand away from the windowsill-

-and promptly collapsed. Their head slammed against the wall, and a few boxes fell from a shelf, trapping their already injured leg underneath. They let out a cry of pain.

Footsteps echoed as somebody hurried up the stairs, and Ashley instinctively flinched, curling in on themself as much as was possible in their current situation. A hand gripped their shoulder, and they forced their eyes closed in an attempt to block out what they knew was coming, because it always did, there was always so much pain-

"Ash?" The voice was soft and familiar. "Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me, Ash, it's okay. You're home now."

Slowly, cautiously, Ashley opened their eyes. Miles was sitting beside them, and he was here, and Ashley was home. They couldn't stop the tears from falling, but Miles simply held them.

"It's okay," he murmured. "Everything's okay now. I'm here."

[shindras]

Im in love with march fields of mistria and also ashley is my farmer

[blighted-elf]

Mass Effect Legendary Edition - Mass Effect 1 - 2024 Replay

[corromon]

Had a lil existencial dread and it manifested in this asshole bird lol.

[slashthrashandcrash]

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre ... Take me back to Eden, take me back to Eden

[glacierclear]

ooh!! i didnt post this. ok ok

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 13. Hair

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Content: Giant/tiny, being handled, dressing/washing, cages, captivity, food mention, healing wounds, pet trope, solitary confinement, ableism, mobility aid being withheld (prosthetic leg), power dynamics, selectively mute whumpee, female cast, dissociation/fear, (let me know if I missed any) 

Pov: Soap Scrub

Poll winner: Be cleaned up, talk to hamster, be moved to main room

ART, WRITING, AND POLL UNDER THE CUT!

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“Are you ready to cooperate?” Ashley’s shrill voice pounds into your head as you wince at the sudden bright lights, even through all of the fluff you’re under. Slowly you dig yourself out of the bedding to face her.

You have no idea how long you were left alone in the cold, dark room, but you’re filthy, sore, and starting to go insane from basically being kept in solitary confinement for who knows how long. You hate to admit that you’re relieved to see another face, even if it's hers. You sigh heavily in defeat, knowing it won’t work, but you try the spiel anyway out of an obligation to stick up for yourself. “Look lady. You have to let me go-“

“No.” Ashley cuts it short with her arms crossed. “Do you want to stay in here for another week alone, or are you ready to cooperate?”

Quivering in anger you speak through your teeth. “Yes. Okay, yes I am.” You couldn’t handle another week alone in the dark like this with nothing to do. 

“Wonderful.” She claps her hands gently. 

The human is asking what you want to do, and giving you options, but somehow you doubt many of them are really going to be your choice in the end. She’s talking about how it's time to change your bandages, and how she needs to fix you up if you’re going to do model work. 

The next thing she does is pick up the cage with you in it, shifting the floor beneath you, and you have to put your good hand against the bars to brace yourself. 

Looking down towards the floor does you no favors while the cage sways in Ashley’s arms. You close your eyes and ignore the churning in your stomach, almost lurching backwards when the cage is set down on the kitchen counter. 

Now Ashley is going to grab you again, pull on your limbs, threaten you with the weight of her fingers. Your heart beats harder in your chest and your vision tunnels. You can’t take a deep enough breath. 

There's nowhere to escape her hand when she opens the cage door, and she grabs you with a gardening glove on so you can’t even bite her or fight back in any way. Fear paralyzes you, and her grip is too tight to try to wiggle away. You completely freeze, and dignity is thrown out the door when you start crying. Dissociation numbs your body and turns your mind into mud. Everything is a distant blur while she handles you.

The bandages are removed, and after a wash, you’re relieved to see your wounds are healing as they’re supposed to. The skin is knitting back together with lumpy scabs that itch along your arm and legs. You watch numbly as she bandages your limbs back up, as if you’re a puppet on strings, or more realistically, a doll that she’s playing with. 

“You need a haircut.” The dreaded words leave her lips and the thought of human size scissors snipping around your face makes your blood run cold.

”C-Can I do it myself? Please?” You actually look up at her huge face attempting to make blurry eye contact, blinking away stray tears from earlier.

“How would you do that?“ Ashley scoffs, her blue eyes piercing a glare.

“T-There’s a knife in my bag.” 

Ashley laughs. “You want me to give you a knife?“

Your cheeks warm and your mouth starts moving before you process the thought. “I’m the size of your thumb, and have no fucking leg. What do you expect me to do with a sliver of metal?!” The rush of defiance has you breathing heavily, and you brace to be slammed into the floor of the sink.

Ashley certainly looks mad, but she takes a deep breath. “Fine,“ she says.

Before you know it, you’re being granted a pocket sized vanity mirror in the sink with you, and given your knife back, just until you are done with it.Your hands are shaking, and one of them is still hard to move with the bandaged wounds. 

You stifle a sob when you see your reflection, but manage to hold it together. You look worse than you imagined. Your skin is clammy, with dark circles under your eyes and dark stubble starting to grow from your chin. Your hair is hideously sticking up all over the place and completely uneven in length.

Gingerly you start cutting away the longer strands in an attempt to even it out. Black chunks of hair fall around you and scatter around the silver floor. The back of your neck is cold with goosebumps and when you’re done, you throw your weapon across the sink for the giant hand to pluck away from you.

Dread eats away from the inside when she pinches the knife away like a crumb, and you force your voice steady. “Can I have my leg back now?” That was the deal, and now was the time to see if she was good on her word.

Ashley agrees, and hovers the doll leg just above you, and when you try to grab it, she pulls it up out of your reach. “Be nice,” she warns when you scowl at her, and lowers it back down. You yank it out of her fingers and hug it protectively. She tsk’s but turns her back to go do something else. 

“Mommy has to go to work now so be good while I’m gone, and I’ll set up a photo shoot when I get back.” Ashley isn’t talking to you anymore. She’s holding Hamster and giving her kisses. Your lip curls in disgust, and you use this time to pull your leg on as fast as possible.

The human’s back before you can stand, hovering over you, always flexing her power. She grabs you before you’re ready, causing you to yelp in alarm, and then puts you back into your cage. Dread weighs on you at the thought of being put back into that dark room. Except she doesn’t do that. Instead, she places your cage onto the kitchen counter by Hamster’s. 

Ashley’s huge blue eyes peer between the bars at you. “Behave while I'm gone. I’ll know if you try anything, little boy,” She threatens.

Just like that, she’s gone, and probably won't be back until the end of the day.

The room is dead quiet. No TV on today, just a soft humming of electronics, and the sound of a car or two driving by the house.

Hamster’s cage is just across the counter and you stumble past the bedding that Ashley put in yours to see if you can spot the pet from here. To your surprise, Hamster is outside of her cage and standing directly in front of yours, face to face with you. Shocked, you gawk at her for a second before you run your mouth with a snide comment. “Good job not falling off the counter again. You know, since I’m not there to save you this time.” You scowl deeply at her. “What do you want?”

Hamster just stares at you, smiling away.

You guess she’s over being upset that you threatened her before. Maybe she forgot already. Maybe she’s too dumb to hold a grudge. 

“Hello?” You wave. “Can you understand me?”

Hamster blinks back into reality, and nods her head while stroking an armful of her orange hair.

“Can you open the door to this cage?” You ask and point over to the door. The girl's eyes go wide, looking at the padlock on the bars, and she shakes her head no. 

You bite your tongue, screaming internally and go closer to her. Forcing yourself to stay calm. You can’t afford to scare her off. “Maybe you can find a tool for me?”

Hamster shakes her head again and frustration snaps an angry growl out of you. God, she’s actually useless.

”What can you do?” You spit out. “You know you owe me! I saved your life back then.” 

Hamster's eyebrows crease in a small frown and she walks off for a while, coming back with a sliced grape. She offers it to you. 

With a deep sigh you take it and sit in the fluff. “Thanks,” you mumble. It sure beats dried pellets, and the juicy flavour is the best experience you’ve had all week. 

Another several minutes go by without a word and the awkward silence is killing you. Is this really going to be how the rest of the day turns out?

Maybe it would be best to gain her trust after all… Get on her good side so she’ll be more inclined to help you. Pretend to be her friend, ask her questions, tell her a little about yourself. Anything to pass the time, really. 

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I'm trying something different for these poll options this chapter. Feel free to send me questions via comments or ask box that you want soap to ask or talk about and I’ll include some into the next chapter. If you don’t have anything to ask, you can vote on whatever you want to see happen regardless!!

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Thank you @alittlewhump for proof reading <3

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[mottinthepot18]

Hamster Story, Chap 13. Hair

[sapphstuff]

Slow dance Felt like drawing some mushy catgirls :3 https://twitter.com/sapphys https://www.patreon.com/marbelle https://www.furaffinity.net/user/marbelle/  

[sweetmage]

Click for full res!💞

I am missing Ash so bad in ME2, I've just been chewing on that Horizon scene (and follow up email) like a rabid dog to get me by.

[bamsara]

Everyone stop and look at this. OK good keep scrolling

[bixels]

Remember Ashley Tang?