How do you feel about the "Bark No More"? It's a birdhouse-looking thing that makes a high frequency (only dogs can hear it) whenever a dog barks to get them to stop.
Devices like that change behavior through positive punishment, if it’s successful. Assuming the dog associates the start of the (awful, painful) noise with barking, it basically suppresses the behavior by making the result so uncomfortable they stop. If the dog doesn’t associate the start of the noise with the behavior, then you’re just making them miserable with what they perceive is a random and somewhat inescapable stimulus.
It’s much more effective and humane to figure out why the dog is barking (boredom, barrier reactivity, etc) and solve that problem.
Also keep in mind that other animals and other people may hear it, especially children. I don’t know what frequency that specific device used (I can’t find much on it - I think it may have been discontinued at this point) but I can tell you that ultrasonic deterrents are hell for people with sensory issues. A family member put a few in their garden last year to deter the local raccoons, and the moment one went off when I was outdoors it was an instant migraine trigger. What’s more, because they’re so high-pitched, people who can’t hear them also don’t realize how incredibly loud they are. I could actually hear the deterrent noises from within the house. So they’re a great way to bother not only the animal you’re trying to quiet, but any other animal or young-ish human within hearing range.
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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
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Whumpee hitched a breath between their teeth. Their arms were bound above their head, their feet weren't touching the ground, their toes were barely skimming it.
"Pl-please.. hh... Put me d-down," Whumpee squirmed.
"And why should I do that?" Whumper crooned, tilting their head to the side.
"Be- Bec-... -ause it hurts!" Whumpee shouted. Cold iron bit their wrist when they moved. Whumper didn't seem anymore sympathetic; instead they sighed and got more comfortable in their seat.
"Yes... Sweetheart, that's what a punishment does."
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Whump prompt XXIV
Whumpee as part of the table decor at wumper's dinner party. Hungry, and surrounded if not covered in food.
Bonus points:
Stress position, of course
Whumpee's not even tied up. They're just expected to stay in position for hours.
Hot serving plates placed on whumpee's body
"Accidentally" getting stabbed with serving forks
The guests making jokes and giving compliments to whumper over the decor, never acknowledging whumpee as a living person
Whumpee, of course, cannot leave without whumper's permission - too bad whumper is too busy long after the dinner itself is done with entertaining their guests; they might forget about whumpee by the end of it, and go to bed without letting them go, sleeping in nice and long the morning after the party
Whumpee in a dark dining room holding their position for the benefit of absolutely no one, still knowing they would be punished if they were caught moving
Still tormented by the scent of leftovers that no one would miss, yet knowing they'd be punished if they took any
Being punished the next day for not having cleared the table and done the dishes sooner
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The sooner you accept that you will be The Asshole at times, the better you can address when you are The Asshole, and you'll have less fear over being The Asshole, I think.
When you fully reject the very notion that you can be an asshole at times, you might become petrified at the notion of being the asshole, of being insensitive, of saying the wrong things, or thinking the wrong things.
You aren't immune to propaganda, you aren't immune from being an asshole, and you aren't immune from being a complex person. All of these things aren't bad, and treating them like something you are either immune from or cannot do will become a prison of your own making. You are allowed to be complex, to fuck up, and to make poor decisions.
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If it's okay with you, could you write a drabble about the hypothetical aftermath of Amane getting attacked by Kotoko?
Welp thank you pal for making me absolutely insane with this request 👍 I ran through a few hypotheticals and realized I had to shift some things around since there were so many absolutely tragic outcomes. I worked something out but damn if it didn’t make me emotional to think about how uniquely rough Amane has it. Even making sure she's in a good place at the end, this got pretty serious, so warnings for child abuse and cult references.
(So in canon, Kotoko goes in order and attacks Fuuta, but Kazui steps in. Then she attacks Mahiru while he’s distracted with his injuries. She’s about to attack Amane, but Mikoto gets in the way (my hc that he did it on purpose survives!). By the time they reach a draw, Kazui is back, and the two of them can prevent Kotoko from any further action against Amane. Sticking to this apparent system of three attacks and one rescue, I’m just shuffling around the injuries for this story. Fuuta’s attack went unnoticed, and he’s in the same state as canon Mahiru. Mikoto steps in before Kotoko can fight Mahiru, so Mappi’s the one who get out physically unscathed. While Mikoto checks on Mahiru, recovers himself, or discovers Fuuta, Kotoko is able to attack Amane next. Kazui comes to help, but not before she leaves Amane looking like canon Fuuta.)
Mahiru could practically feel her heart shatter into a million pieces when Amane finally cried in front of her. She hadn’t shed a single tear yesterday – it was the shock, Shidou said. Mahiru was skeptical. After all, she had been shocked, too, and cried plenty.
Amane woke as she came in with breakfast. She took a moment to survey herself, bandages peeking out from beneath her pajamas and an eyepatch securely over her right eye. As calmly as one might say “good morning,” she started to cry. Mahiru might have missed it, if Amane hadn’t wiped at her good eye with her sleeve.
“Oh, sweetheart…!” Mahiru rushed over to her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” She wanted nothing more than to wrap the girl in a secure embrace, but she remembered the mass of bandages that were around her chest. Shidou had mentioned broken ribs and bruises. It took everything in her not to cry along with Amane, at the thought.
“I can get you another ice pack, if you need. Or more medicine.” Her mind spun with ways to help with pain. Many of the first aid supplies had been used to keep Fuuta from the brink of death, but surely there were extras to spare for Amane.
The girl just shook her head.
She muttered, “I can’t… I…I’m going to be punished, I’m going to be punished…”
“No! You’re safe now.” Mahiru placed her hands gently on Amane’s arms. “Kotoko’s not coming back. We’re all watching over you. You’re safe. She’s not going to hurt you anymore.”
“That’s not…” Amane pulled away. Her voice stayed level, despite hiccups interrupting her. A hand reached up to her eyepatch. “It’s this. It’s all of this. It’s sinful. I took it off last night, but he must have…” She started unwrapping it. “They’re going to punish me...”
With a careful motion, Mahiru held it in place and took Amane’s hands into her own. She’d been picking up on the signs ever since they arrived here together, and a final wave of understanding washed over her.
“I can’t let you do that.”
Amane’s expression twisted, though words came out far more frantic than fiery. “Let me go.”
Mahiru didn’t. “I’m sorry. Amane, you need this treatment.”
“That is not your decision to make. That is not any human’s decision to make.”
Mahiru pressed her lips together. “I know. But I can’t watch as you… I can’t sit by again while someone…” She was careful not to apply any pressure, but she could no longer fight the urge to gather Amane up in her arms. “You don’t need to be afraid of those people, anymore.”
“I’m not afraid.” Amane hiccuped. “They love me, and I love them. I need to be good for them.”
“I love you, and I don’t want to see you in pain.”
“You just pity me because I’m young.”
“Why does your age matter? You are a lovely young woman – you are my friend – and I can’t bear to see you in pain.”
The two sat in silence for a moment. Mahiru doubted she would take that as an answer; Amane had refused to call any of the others her friend. At least she didn’t argue. In fact, it seemed she was leaning into the embrace a bit more. She sighed a shaky breath into Mahiru’s uniform.
“Listen, Amane. Can you do me a favor? I’m trying to be a good girl, too. To make up for something awful, I need to make sure you’re alright. Can you help me? Can we be good together?”
A long pause followed. Amane’s voice spoke up, ever so gently.
“I suppose I can consider it.” She added quickly, “for the sake of your redemption. Of course.”
“Of course.”
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