dodgy side account

en dash (–): alt + 0150

There’s a shy one that cries out at every gentle touch, their treatment has to be forced on them while they’re restrained because they claw at every hand that comes within proximity. Except that one worker… the only one whumpee will let close to them. They’ll reach their arm through the bars to grab their sleeve every time they pass to plead for attention. 

For awhile now I've been seeing this person in my dreams. They always calm me down when I'm having panic attacks. I don't know their gender or pronouns, only that they are alternative, they used to have a wolf tail but now they don't wear it anymore, and they are very kind. I've been lucid dreaming when they tell me "you're dreaming" as well. They get me out of bad situations in my dreams. This is the best picrew I could make of them, if this is you, or you know anyone it could be, please let me know. You have no idea how much comfort that they have brought to me.

Please please please help me find them, they mean so much to me, and I want to thank them

Dehumanization-

It’s a highly personal topic for me, I will freely admit, so I had to explain it because I’m seeing an odd trend in whump use of the word.

One thing I think that many Whump Writers- and people who have never experienced it long term- may not fully understand about dehumanization is that it is not being made to wear a dog collar and bark and crawl on all fours and be called Puppy.

Although that would be dehumanizing, that’s not what the word means, that is “puppy-play” or “pet play” and in context of consenting and actual real-life adult activities could be considered fetish or BDSM activity. “Being made to pretend to be an animal” is not what the word dehumanization means, though.

Dehumanization means having your personhood denied. Being treated as not really a human, not really having value the way a person does.

It doesn’t have to ever involve playacting as animals, in fact it almost never does- it usually involves microagressions, casual jokes, dismissive treatment, infantilization, disregard, “reasonable” laws, manufactured consent, coersion, gaslighting, and normalization of outrageously abusive behavior justified by “color, class,creed, ability, sex,gender, fantasy species” etc. 

Intro to Jellybean

Side note: jellybeans pronouns are he/they

God knows how long the poor thing had been there. When Toby found the skinny pet, all hung up in a snag of the river, he had assumed they were dead, he was so thin and pale and unmoving. He waded into the water, grabbing beneath his arms to pull him from the water, and was more alarmed that they were warm.

"fuck" Toby stammered, wide eyed, untangling the poor thing and pulling it to shore. He placed a hand in front of their nose, and thank the gods that they were breathing, Toby hadn't the slightest clue how to do CPR.

He checked them over for a microchip, relieved to find that he didn't find any signs of one. He picked up the pet as best he could, and started his trek home.

Jellybean blinked slowly, actually warm for the first time in a few days, since master had thrown them off that ledge into the cold water. They felt hands on them, but were too weak to fight back.

"oh shit- hey- it's okay" a voice reassured the trembling figure.

Jellybean hardly registered it, but when he did, he was shaking and terrified, trying to run away, but he was so so dizzy, and he couldn't even stand.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'm trying to warm you up, you have gnarly frostbite" Toby said "I got you in a bath, to warm you up. I need you to try and drink some water okay?" He tried to calmly explain

"he... Left me" Jellybean sobbed "I don't....I don't think he meant for me to survive" he said, crying tears he didn't have.

Toby didn't know how to respond, but just tried to finish washing him.

"please master, if you plan to kill me, just get it over with" Jellybean begged

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to get you better, healthy"

Jellybean panicked at this. "b-but- but-" oh god he was just going to get them healthy, only to watch them fall apart again.

"hey- I'm going to get you healthy and you're going to stay healthy. I'm not going to sell you or hurt you, I want you to feel safe" he tried to explain "I couldn't just leave you there... Whoever did this to you is a monster" he rambled.

Jellybean shrugged, balling up to stay warm.

Toby sighed, ordering some food from an app and getting him to drink some warm water. Poor thing had been through a lot, based on the scars on their body and the way he flinched away whenever he washed his lower back or hips, or the way he couldn't sit properly without whining. Toby didn't pry, now wasn't the time for that.

Toby took him to a nice warm bed, tucking him in and getting in beside him. "Can I sleep in the same bed? Or do you want me to find a different spot?" He asked.

Jellybean didn't answer, he just curled up close and nuzzled into his chest. "warm" he smiled. And they went to bed that night with a full belly and a warm place for the first time in years.