In a world where non-humans are enslaved, our characters are just trying to live out their lives in peace. And failing, mostly.
General contents: non-human characters, institutionalised slavery, fantasy racism, dehumanisation, PTSD
(I've also put disabled whumpee under some of the series – this is a disability that isn't PTSD or I'd have it for all of them! Also, non-human species specifics listed).
Series
Kara and Edith
When Kara, a declawed werewolf and escaped slave, is given a gift card for Swift Auction House, she buys Edith, a 700-year-old vampire who has been owned by one family for about 600 of those years. Taking her home with the determination that she won't have to recover alone like Kara did, they now have to learn to live freely together, which is no easy task for either of them.
Contains: pet whump, caretaker new whumper, found family, recovery whump, werewolves, vampire, disabled character, whumpee turned caretaker, mutual caretaking, lady whump
Sam and Lucan
Sam rescues Lucan, a pet-class faerie slave belonging to Caroline Jones, famous actress and prominent supporter of the continued slavery of non-humans. They're not sure what they're doing, only that it needs to be done, and Lucan's trust in both them and Amanda is hard-earned, his possible eventual friendship even more so.
Contains: pet whump, caretaker new master, found family, recovery whump, faerie, disabled characters
Torturing Fangs
The Mask livestreams the vampire Fangs' torture, with input from commenters.
Interactive via asks (asks = livestream comments)
Contains: vampire, lady whump, 'it' as a pronoun for dehumanisation, torture
Someone write me some prompt/plot starters for a caretaker who is wheelchair-bound rescuing a whumpee in a semi-remote area. Like “I’m sorry but can you walk along side me? I don’t want to leave you alone even to get help” - it’s got soo much potential 😍
Ohh, interesting! Let’s see what I can come up with:
- maybe the caretaker is blind, and they trace the whumpee’s face with their fingers, making sure that it’s really them and that they’re safe
- or a blind caretaker having to do first aid on the whumpee, patting them down to find their wounds because the whumpee is too out of it to help
- if the caretaker communicates with the whumpee through sign language, they might be restrained by the whumper in such a way that they can’t use their hands, and then they have no way of talking, even if they’re so close
- ohh maybe the caretaker uses a cane, with a secret hidden blade inside ;)
- maybe the caretaker has a prosthetic limb that also has many useful functions (think maybe technological enhancements, sci-fi universe)
- maybe they worry about not being able to always be there for their caretaker because of mental or physical illness, but the whumpee reassures them because they understand, and the caretaker should take some time to themself too instead of always worrying about them
I tried to answer this in the most sensitive way I could, but if anyone has any suggestions or additions, feel free to add!
Asim persuades Blue to take a break from examining information about Morgan.
980 words
CWs: self-dehumanisation, living weapon, recovery whump, overworking, trauma
Asim knocks on the door of the workroom and enters, watching Blue frown into his computer, making a little note. He hasn't noticed him entering at all.
"Blue."
Blue jumps and pulls off his headphones, spinning around. He deflates at the sight of Asim.
"Oh. It's you."
"Expecting someone else?"
"I thought Rhian would've come to shout at me by now. For upsetting Morgan. Are they still going by Morgan?"
Asim sighs. "She knows it was their choice, she's not angry. And yes, they are, as you'd know if you'd left this room at all in the past two days."
"I've been busy. How's Morgan?"
"Unsettled and grieving, but they'll be fine. They have a colouring book and we've improvised wide grips on some of the cutlery and colouring pencils, which is working well for them. You were right about both. Asha and Rhian are with them now. And don't change the subject. You look almost ill."
Blue has large bags under his eyes, eyelids drooping now he's not looking at his computer. There's a massive thermos beside him. So he's left the room at least once.
"How much caffeine have you had?"
Blue's hand twitches. "Not too much."
"Bullshit. Drink some water, take a break. That's an order, Blue, because I know you won't do it any other way. And you're going to eat some proper food with us tonight. No arguments."
Blue looks like he's about to argue, but he just wilts instead, running a hand through his unkempt hair.
"Are you sure they don't hate me?"
"Of course they don't. It was Morgan's decision to watch it, neither Rhian or Asha hate you for giving them free will. And Morgan certainly doesn't. They're shaken, obviously, heavy nightmares, but they'll recover. Hating you isn't the default."
"I– it's hard. The recordings of Morgan are brutal. There's a lot of information here though, if I can just get through it."
"Break first, information later. Or you'll miss things."
"Like what?"
"Like me coming in the room earlier. You usually hear that immediately. Your senses are dulled, you’re overtired, and you’ve got to be emotional. Take a break, have a rest, it’ll be here later. I’m making your favourite.”
Blue smiles weakly, looking shaken. “Maybe… that might be a good idea. Some of the training videos hit a bit close to home.”
Asim squeezes Blue’s shoulder as he stands wearily. “You were so scared and surprisingly naive when you arrived. Now look at you. You’ve come a long way, and I'm proud of you. But you still don’t take care of yourself properly.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Will Morgan, Rhian and Asha be there?”
“If you’re okay with it.”
Blue nods. “Sure. They can stay.”
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Rhian cheers when Blue enters the kitchen. “You’re here! We’ve missed you.”
Morgan gives him a hesitant wave, which he returns. Because okay, they might be a weapon, and he and Asim might have contingencies upon contingencies, but right now they're huddled into themself, eyes puffy with tears and exhaustion, Archimedes in their hands and a set of cutlery with padded grips in front of them. They look younger than Blue’s ever really seen them, and maybe it’s the sheer humanity of the video flashing through his mind but he can’t see a weapon in them right now. Normally that would make him on edge, but now he’s just tired.
Maybe Asim was right. Maybe he does need a break.
Asha narrows her eyes, examining them. “You don’t look very well.”
“Just overtired. I’ll be fine.”
“If you say so.”
“You’re still going by Morgan, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“No need for formalities, I just wanted to check what your name is now. There’s more videos and documents if you want to look at them, but first I want to apologise for hurting you. I’ve been a bit… insensitive, I guess I sort of forgot you’re a person too. You might have the capacity to be dangerous, but you’re still one of us, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you’re not.”
Morgan frowns. “This weapon is not a person, and weapons cannot be hurt. But if you want forgiveness from a malfunctioning weapon, it, I, it forgives you anyway.”
It's not long before Asim finishes the scrambled eggs on toast, and Blue can't help but watch as Morgan eats. They do so one-handed at first, still copying Rhian, but even that looks easier with the new grips.
At least something tangibly good has come out of that video, then.
“This weapon is sorry if it upset you,” says Morgan quietly, over the sound of forks and plates. “It did not mean to. It has been malfunctioning a lot recently, it thinks maybe that memory was bad.”
Blue waves his hand in the air, nearly poking Asim's remaining eye out with his fork. “’s okay. You didn’t do any of those things, that was the government. I think you need to get used to having a past.”
Morgan nods, snuggling up against Asha. Blue thinks they’re trying to make sure Rhian can eat by not blocking their arm. As if anyone with a heart could think that they’re not human when they do things like that.
But then, the director doesn’t have one.
“How are you doing, Blue?” asks Rhian concernedly. He shrugs.
“I’m alive. The nightmares aren’t too bad. Think that’s the best I can hope for, considering.”
Considering everything the government did to Morgan that reminds Blue too much of his own training. He wasn’t lying when he told Asim the information hit close to home. It’s causing memories to pop up all over the place, ones he thought he’d securely boxed up and stored away.
He’ll get over it though. He always does.
It's the best the situation can get. And really, isn’t that all anyone can hope for?
