Sources: Jango Fett sold into slavery
Jango Fett: Open Seasons, #3
Count Dooku: "We were forced to hand him over to the governor of Galidraan. He bacame a slave."
Jango Fett: Open Seasons, #4
Jango Fett: "After you Jedi turned me over to the governor of Galidraan... he sold me to slavers."
Bounty Hunter (Game Guide)
"[...] the Mandalorians ran afoul of the Jedi Knights, who wiped out most of the mercenary army and delivered the survivors to the governor of Galidraan. Jango became a slave [...]"
Fact Files v.3 #14 (Jango Fett entry)
"Sold into slavery by the corrupt governor, a burning desire for vengeance on Tor Vizsla kept Jango Fett alive for long years until the transport he was on was attacked. Fett freed himself, killed his slave master and escaped."
Fact Files #124 (Tor Vizsla entry)
"Fett was captured and handed over to the Governor of Galidraan. Vizsla toyed with him for a while before selling him into slavery."
The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia
"Half of the Jedi task force was killed while the Mandalorians were wiped out - except for Jango Fett, who was turned over to the governor. After years of serving as a slave, Fett escaped and returned to Galidraan to claim the armor of the Mandalorians and enact revenge on Vizsla."
The Clone Wars (Novel)
The snow had melted; the dead were buried. But he couldn't erase Jango Fett's face, the face of a man back from the living death of a slavery that Dooku had delivered him into, etched with all the bitter lines of surviving only to have his moment of justice.
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the absolute fits some dc fans have if u call starfire black is insane like "wahhh shes orange shes an alien her hair was so big in the 80s bc it was the disco era" why do u care so much. i hope dc gives her more natural black hairstyles in the future just to piss u off specifically
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Lost in the Moonlight 🩸🦇
Anakin shrieked as he fell to the dirt, sharp pulses of pain throbbing up his legs. Whatever he just stepped on cut right through his foot, but it didn’t matter. It couldn’t.
With a pained groan, he forced himself off the ground and hobbled to his feet. His face was slower now, but no less purposeful as he left bits of blood on the grass with every step. The few bits of chain that remained attached to his iron braces swung wildly, smacking Anakin with every pump of his arms.
All he could see in front of him were the hazy outlines of trees. He was hoping the dark would cover for him, but he had no way of knowing such a thick dog had settled in. His shoulders and cheeks stung from brittle branches scratching at him like a wild cat.
The voices behind him grew louder. He could hear the echo of horse hooves as they tore up the forest floor. His fate, one worse than death, catching up to him with every second.
No. Please.
Suddenly, the forest parted like the tales of the Dead Sea. Anakin was charging sluggishly through a mighty clearing where a large manor house sat in its center. The moonlight shone off its edges. The iron bars of the balconies and the shingles of the roof. The orange hue of candle light was no where to be found. It didn’t matter. Anakin had to keep going lest they catch him. Drag him back to be broken. To be kept and owned and mistreated over and over again.
His injured foot slammed into a rock, and Anakin hit the ground. The rushing pain, the exhaustion, the malnourishment, it all seemed to overcome the young man as he lay in the yard.
I hope they kill me. Anakin thinks. Better dead than to live a minute more as a slave.
A pair of legs step into his view. That doesn’t make sense, though, since he can hear the angry yelling of the house enforcers and slave keepers still approaching.
“It’s still practiced?” A posh voice calls from above him. “Even after all this time? Perhaps the world is progressing slower than I thought.”
The legs crouch, a cool palm cups his cheek, and then he is staring into the vibrant red eyes of the prettiest man he has ever seen.
No, not a man. Not quite.
“Don’t worry, dear one.” He coos, thumb making comforting swipes back and forth across his cheek. “Everything will be alright.”
The man moves, stepping around him, and Anakin succumbs to his exhaustion to the sounds of death.
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Due to their unique, eye-catching appearances and general durability, Dryads are considered the ideal pet.
Easy to capture (all you have to do is threaten them with a torch), and easy to keep (dirt, sunlight, and water are all you really need), a Dryad is sure to make a dazzling addition to any collection. And the best part is, there's no guilt attached. After all, they're not people, they're plants.
Tree Dryads are the most common species. Though nearly indistinguishable from a regular tree while in their plant form, they sure do stand out in their humanoid form!
The complexion of most Tree Dryads is green, but they'll also tend to take on traits of their species of tree, making each subset look wholly unique.
While rarer and more expensive than Tree Dryads, Flower Dryads are worth every cent. Their tiny, delicate appearance is sure to delight anyone, and they come in a variety of gorgeous colors.
Another close relative to the Dryad is the elusive and dangerous Naiad. While a Dryad can be found in the home of any self-respecting lord, a Naiad will rarely be seen outside of a cirque or private menagerie.
The beauty of Naiads and rare Dryads is undeniable, but most experts will agree that a common Tree Dryad makes the best pet for beginners.
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Day 28: Written Apr 15, 2024
Part 17
CW: canonical treatment of house elves (sorta)
Kreacher tried to fight Regulus on who should give their blood to the warding. Regulus didn’t let him. It was his decision and he already felt terrible bringing Kreacher back to a place he almost died. When they were facing the lake with the little island of crystal that Kreacher had described to him, Regulus turned to him.
“When we get the locket, take it straight back to Grimmauld Place. No matter the state I am in. Destroy it, Kreacher. That’s an order.
Kreacher stood so stiffly the Regulus thought his spine might snap. He clearly wanted to sat something; to defy him. But he gave a short nod and stayed quiet.
“Thank you, Kreacher.” Whispered Regulus.
They took a dingy across the still water, sending unnatural ripples into the darkness. When the boat knocked into the island, Regulus stepped out followed closely by Kreacher. Their steps crushed and crunched crystals under their feet.
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Rambles and thoughts while writing under the cut:
So sometimes I have a lot of random thoughts while I'm writing these scenes but I don't want to make the posts super long so I'm gonna put them here.
It really bothers me how house elves are written in canon and even most fanfiction. I've read very few fics where the enslavement of house elves is seen as bad by characters. So in this story, I'm going to be changing some things about house elves, especially that they like being enslaved cuz that's just fucked up. No, Kreacher is not free. Yes, he has prejudiced ideas about blood purity seeing as he has been conditioned to from birth. Regulus treats him relatively well since I do not want to write a protagonist being happy to have a slave. (But no matter how well he treats house elves, he's still a slave owner) However, I don't think at this point Regulus would fully have a grasp on the ethics of house elf slavery and he probably doesn't have the power to free Kreacher anyway. In the future, he will regret some of his actions toward Kreacher and his opinions about house elves. Eventually, he would totally join SPEW.
All of this isn't a big part of the story but I will never write a fic that either supports or ignores slavery no matter how fictional it is.
(Usually my rambles won't be as heavy)
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https://x.com/NewBlackMan/status/1702891802833904057?s=20
er 15, 2023September 15, 2023
Georgetown University and the Jesuits have pledged $27 million in money and land donations to the descendants of 19th-century enslaved people who were sold to fund the highly prestigious institution.
According to CNN, the Descendants Truth & Reconciliation Foundation confirmed the gifts of $10 million from Georgetown and an additional $17 million from the Jesuits in the form of financial retribution and plantation land.
“These contributions from Georgetown University and the Jesuits are a clear indication of the role Jesuits and other institutions of higher education can play in supporting our mission to heal the wounds of racism in the United States, as well as a call to action for all of the Catholic Church to take meaningful steps to address the harm done through centuries of slaveholding,” Monique Trusclair Maddox, CEO of the Descendants Truth & Reconciliation Foundation and chair of its board of directors, said.
The donations hope to be a crucial step in rectifying the injustice enacted upon 272 enslaved men, women, and children sold from Jesuit plantations to settle Georgetown’s debts in 1838.
The long-term plan of Georgetown is to pledge over $1 billion through the Descendants Truth & Reconciliation Foundation. According to CNN, the Jesuits made a $100 million commitment to the efforts in 2021. The foundation will use the funds to invest in the lifelong education of descendants, endow programs invested in anti-racism advocacy, and provide support to elderly descendants throughout their lives.
“It is an honor for our University to have the opportunity to contribute to their efforts. The difficult truths of our past guide us in the urgent work of seeking and supporting reconciliation in our present and future,” Georgetown President John J. DeGioia said.
In recent years, the university and the Jesuits have issued public apologies for the atrocities enacted upon the enslaved by the institution’s founding body.
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The personal in man is just that in him which he does not have in common with others, but in that which is not shared with others is included the potentiality of the universal.
Nikolai Berdyaev, Slavery and Freedom
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Every once in a while I remember that Rian Johnson invented Rose Tico because he originally had Finn (child soldier who was brought up with propaganda and any attempts at identity stomped out recently escaped the people that enslaved him) and Poe (child of the New Republic, grew up in peacetime) at Canto Bight together and saw no potential for conflict or real difference between them. And then I stare into the distance and contemplate what could have been.
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Cepheus (me) on whumpblr
In my tumblr intro I say I'm into whump, so here is some of what you're getting into
If you don't like whump, please block the tags "whump", and "whump prompts" on my blog
I often forget to tag reblogs, but my whump posts are mostly tagged
If I ever forget of tagging any, please warn me
Content warnings are usually in the post too, before the read more
Not always tho
What kind of whump I'm into
Pet whump
Hurt/confort
Recovery whump
Winged whumpee
Conditioning
Superhero whump
Magical whump
Sometimes BBU (box boy universe)
Team whump
What kind of whump I'm not into
Nature whump
Living weapon whump
Defiant and/or stoic whumpees ☆ (top pick)
T/g whump
Whumper-turned-whumpee
Whumper-turned-caretaker
Team whump
Body horror
There's nothing wrong with them they are just not my personal taste :)
I may make some exeptions tho
My favorite whump blogs
These are some of my favorite content creators in the whump community: mostly because their taste/writing aligns with my personal likes
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List of Recommendations
Whump's Blogs
For those of you who follow me you have probably noticed that I never reblog anything, even my own posts. The reason is that I created this blog with the intention of keeping all my writing tidy in one place.
But seeing that just giving likes doesn't really support blogs I decided to make this list of whump blogs that have amazing content. I tried to add as many blogs as possible but I might have forgotten someone.
(If you want to be removed or added to the list feel free to let me know) (This list has no specific order)
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@sideblogformindtrash . pet whump - fantasy whump - multiple series - recovery whump - cute whumpees - whumper turned caretaker - whump art - masterlist
@whoopsitswhump . pet whump - recovery whump - AO3 - lovely whumpee - masterlist
@kim-poce . multiple series - a lot of content - pet whump - fantasy whump - others - nonhuman whumpee - masterlist
@whumpzone . pet whump - two amazing series - recovery whump - whump art - masterlist
@secretwhumplair . pet whump - fantasy whump - slavery whump - multiple series - very intresting stories - masterlist
@maracujatangerine . pet whump - heroes and villains - recovery whump - masterlist
@whumpy-writings . vampire whump - vampire caretaker - recovery whump - masterlist
@whump-a-la-mode . heroes and villains - multiple series - villain whumpee - lab whump - choose-your-own-adventure stories - masterlist
@whumpwillow . heroes and villains - inmortal whumpee - recovery whump - masterlist
@nicolepascaline . pet whump/BBU - reluctant caretaker - recovery whump - masterlist
@redwingedwhump . fantasy whump - BBU/pet whump - guard dog - multiple series - recovery whump - vampire whump - whump art - masterlist
@whumpering-heights . heroes and villains - inmortal whumpee - recovery whump - masterlist
@octopus-reactivated . pet whump - recovery whump - multiple series - masterlist
@breakyourwhumpees . pet whump - recovery whump - heroes and villains - masterlist
@hold-him-down . recovery whump - slavery whump - masterlist
@deluxewhump . BBU/pet whump - recovery whump - vampire whump - multiple series - others - masterlist
@wildfaewhump . BBU/pet whump - fantasy whump - nonhuman whump - lab whump - masterlist
@itsleighlove . multiple series - a lot of content - heroes and villains - recovery whump - others - masterlist
@cupcakes-and-pain . recovery whump - pet whump - heroes and villains - vampire caretaker - multiple series - masterlist
@whumpsday . vampire whumpee/whumper - recovery whump - human whumpee/caretaker - whumper turned whumpee - whumpee turned caretaker - nonhuman whump - masterlist
@sadcatjae . multiple series - fantasy whump - nonhuman whumpee - masterlist
@thecyrulik . BBU - vampire whumpee/vampire whumper - huaman whumpee - nonhuman whump - masterlist
@whumpflash . slavery whump - recovery whump - medieval whump - no masterlist - first chapter
@girlsjustwannadrawwhump . pet whump? - intimate whumper - whump art - masterlist
@jordanstrophe . multiple series - medieval whump - slavery whump - whumper turned caretaker - whump art - masterlist
@whumpthisway . pet whump - nonhuman whumpee - recovery whump - masterlist
@studyofwhump . scific whump - slavery whump - nonhuman whump - masterlist
@some-messed-up-writing-for-you . heroes and villains - recovery - masterlist
@iwhumpyou . scific whump - heroes and villains - fantasy whump - nonhuman whump - multiple series - others - masterlist
@ashintheairlikesnow . BBU/pet whump - recovery whump - vampire whump - nonhuman whump - lab whump - masterlist
@whimperwoods . fantasy whump - slavery whump - nonhuman caretaker - lady whump - fantasy whump - enemies to friends - male whump - fantasy whump - pet whump - male whump
@equestrianwritingsstuff . villain whumpee - heroes and villains - masterlist
@hurting-fictional-people . heroes and villains - recovery whump - lady whump - lab whump - masterlist
@finaldreams1106 . heroes and villains - lady whump - masterlist
@justbreakonme . recovery whump - pet whump - reluctant caretaker - no masterlist - Abby and Sky - Victor and Alcott
@clockworkwhump . fantasy whump - elf whumpee - slavery whump - heroes and villains - masterlist
@wolfeyedwitch . pet whump - heroes and villains - scific whump - vampire whump - vampire whumpee - lady whump - others - masterlist
@yet-another-heathen . heroes and villains - fantasy whump - slavery whump - nonhuman whump - whump art - masterlist
@stoic-whumpee . heroes and villains - recovery whump - left behind whumpee - masterlist
@whump-me-all-night-long . heroes and villains - BBU/pet whump - lady whump - vampire whump - multiple series - others - masterlist
@boxboysandotherwhump . BBU/pet whump - recovery whump - guard dog - masterlist in the blog description
@whumping-every-day . pet whump - vampire whumpee - vampire whumpee - recovery whump - masterlist in the blog description
@whumpurr . pet whump - recovery whump - circus whump - two series - masterlist
@haro-whumps . BBU/pet whump - scific whump - recovery whump - lady whump - masterlist in the blog description
@professional-idiocy . heroes and villains - fantasy whump - slavery whump - recovery whump - masterlist
@quietly-by-myself . fantasy whump - slavery whump - whumper turned whumpee - whumpee turned caretaker - nonhuman whump - recovery whump - masterlist
@dresden-syndrome . whumpee boys - historical whump - pet whump - military whump - whump art - no masterlist
@whump-blog . myself - BBU/pet whump - recovery whump - whump art - heroes and villains - masterlist
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University students making 'significant sacrifices' to complete unpaid slave work placements
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💎💎💎 - Kadee for Gillys, if you'd like!
I am going to preface this with: I love Kadee. Every version of Theo loves Kadee. Qweck doesn't trust Kadee's power, but she likes Kadee as a person.
Giliys...is a hypocrite with unprocessed trauma and projection issues.
Giliys's expression closes off. "Junior? She's done a good job hasn't she? Of convincing everyone she was Areelu's victim, I mean. Real slick PR team she's got there. Even Thay's fallen for it - he loves her. Would probably adopt her if she wasn't a grown-ass fucking adult.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't wish being raised by that bitch on anyone. It fucking sucked, i'm sure. But don't go and tell me that being tortured was all she fucking did. Areelu treated her as her kid, for fuck's sake. You gonna tell me the architect of the worldwound didn't teach her kid how to mangle a few souls? Nah. When someone like that's got her eye on you, it's not enough just to fuck up your insides. She makes you fuck up other people's insides.
And like, it'd be one thing if Junior fucking owned it, even if she hates herself for what she did and shit. But she just sits there playing the victim with the godlike powers Mommy gave her like she never helped her fuck up a "test subject" or two.
It's just fucking infuriating. Like, the way everyone loves her - is everyone fucking crazy? Like how the fuck am I the only one who gets how this shit fucking works? Do they nor get now dangerous she is? Someone that slick with divine powers - am I only the one who sees the problem? Just - ugh. Shit like this makes me get why people join up with the fucking red bug guys. They're fucking nuts, but they at least wouldn't fall for this shit."
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I'd really like to write a new story (and I've already written about 7 pages worth!) But I want to know how "in media res" I should start.
The basic plot setup is as follows: Boxboy universe, set in the near future. Local CEO has a "pet" he's grown a bit bored with, and decides to hand them over to a well-performing employee as a "bonus".
*note: the actual handing over part will have whump as well, ofc
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But like BRO being a box boy owner must suck
Like imagine you buy a Pet. It costed you a lot of money, but you managed to.
When they arrive, they arrive in WRU standard clothes (which are ugly) or NAKED (depending on the person who is writing it) so YOU now has to use more money to buy your Whumpee some clothes.
PLUS when they come for you. If you get a secondhanded Boxie. They are probably very fucking bruised so now you ALSO have to pay for their health. Why doesn't WRU give the Pets in better conditions for fucks sake. If i was a whumper I'd fill a form.
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The Name of a Stranger
Ch.1 - Masterlist
CW: BBU, slavery, implied sex trafficking/prostitution, nudity, abuse, low self-esteem, alcoholic character, dehumanisation
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It was 4:50 p.m. and Trevor was leaning against his car waiting for Ray in the bar's parking lot. The last rays of sunlight were shining on the horizon and the sky was beginning to turn a bluish violet. The cold seeped through his jacket and with every breath steam escaped from his mouth.
As they had agreed the day before, at 5:00 p.m. he saw the guy coming out of the place dragging a dog carrier.
Through the metal bars of the cage, he could see that inside was the man he had seen the day before tied to the bed. As he relived the horrible memory, the anger, and the indignation he had felt also returned. But he needed to stay calm. He couldn't screw it up, not this time. So Trevor clenched his jaw and took a deep breath.
When Ray was standing just a few feet away from him, he let go of the dog carrier, causing the slave to whimper. The guy's response to this was to annoyingly kick the crate.
Before he lost his temper, Trevor interrupted the situation and asked Ray, "Do you have the box boy's documents?"
Ray took his attention off the person in the cage, turned to look at him and grinned, "I see you're hurried mate."
But the smile was short-lived as he saw the storm on Trevor's face. Ray promptly pulled several crumpled papers out of his jacket and handed them to him. "Here you go."
Trevor practically ripped the papers out of his hands and quickly read them. Once he was sure they were signed, he took a bag of money from inside his truck and shoved it into Ray's chest.
Ray didn't seem bothered by his attitude and opened the bag, smiling when he saw the content. "Hahaha, that's a lot of money for a fuck-toy! But," he chuckled, "you wanted this whore."
"Oh, by the way I almost forgot; here," from another of his pockets the guy pulled out an envelope and handed it to Trevor who looked at it confused, "What's this?"
"It's a little courtesy gift… I think you'll enjoy it" and without another word, Ray turned around and walked back inside the bar, counting the money as he smiled.
After that unpleasant moment, Trevor kept the envelope and took a few seconds to calm down with one of the exercises he had been taught in therapy. Once he could think a little more clearly, he focused on what he had to solve at that moment, and that was to free the box boy from his prison.
The poor thing was crumpled inside the cage, and like the day before, he had nothing on, except for a pink collar. Trevor was glad he had brought a blanket, which he was quick to fetch.
He approached the dog crate and struggled a little with the lock, trying to open it. From inside it, the man stared at him with large hazel eyes, framed by deep shadows that contrasted with his pale skin.
"Nice to meet you, sir" the pet greeted him timidly as he continued to struggle with the lock.
"Hi buddy," he replied nervous, "I'm going to get you out of here, just… just give me a sec-" The door opened with a clack, and Trevor hurried to place the light blue blanket around the man, trying not to look at him too much.
The pet clung to the blanket with one hand and crawled hesitantly out of the dog crate.
Once outside, Trevor offered him his hand. But the man looked at it, unsure whether to take it or not. He almost felt offended. But Trev thought that if he were in the pet's situation, he would also be cautious.
"Let me help you," Trevor offered, keeping his voice gentle.
When the pet finally took his hand, it felt cold and bony, like the hand of a corpse. And with that lifestyle, the poor thing probably hadn't been far from becoming one. Trevor said nothing and helped him to his feet.
Walking the few steps to the car was a slow process. The man was struggling to walk, and had only managed to reach the vehicle because he was leaning against his shoulder.
Once the pet was in the back seat, he asked, "Are you all right?"
"Yes sir. Thank you for your help, and… sorry for the inconvenience, it won't happen again," the slave replied politely, behind which a hint of nervousness was barely noticeable.
"You're all right, don't worry," he reassured him "make yourself comfortable, we're leaving" But as Trevor was about to close the back door the man raised his hand as if asking permission to ask a question.
"Yeah?"
"Erm… sir, don't forget the…" and without finishing the sentence, the pet pointed a slender finger in the direction of where the dog carrier had been left.
Although what he was really thinking was why a person would want to bring the object that was used to keep them trapped, he just replied "Oh, yes". Trevor closed the back door, picked up the dog carrier from the ground, placed it in the trunk and hurried into the car and out of the freezing weather. All he wanted to do was get out of there and go home.
He was in such a hurry that when he sat down in the driver's seat, he didn't notice an empty beer can he had left there. "Fuck," he cursed, throwing the can aside. I should clean the car, he thought as he observed how the rubbish had been piling up.
But more important, behind him, he heard the slave shifting nervously and hit himself mentally for acting like a noisy idiot.
Turning around and trying to play down the incident, he said, "By the way, my name is Trevor, Trevor Hale," his voice wavered for a moment, afraid he'd screwed up; worried that he'd scared the pet somehow, as he had done with others in the past.
When a few seconds passed without an answer he went on with a question "Do you have a name or… is there a way you would like me to call you?"
"Well, they call me Nicky sir," the man replied eagerly, "but if that name doesn't please you… you can call me whatever you wish, sir," he continued a little quieter.
"…well, I don't have a preference. If you like that name, that's fine with me."
After that statement, he seemed to have lifted a huge weight off Nicky's shoulders. As he was able to confirm with the pet's enthusiastic reply.
"Thank you sir, for granting me the privilege of a name."
Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but did not know what to say. He simply looked at Nicky in the rearview mirror and nodded. He put the keys in the ignition, the engine roared to life and the car shuddered. Trev turned on the heater and began to drive.
"Okay, we have a while until we get to the city, so if you want to lie down and sleep, that would be… fine."
Nicky didn't seem convinced by the idea at first, but it seems that exhaustion got the better of him. Not ten minutes into the drive and as he looked back once again, he could see the man asleep; clinging tightly to the blanket.
At some point it had become so dark that the road lights came on, adding a yellowish glow to the dark atmosphere.
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Special thanks to @whumpinthepot for proof reading this chapter.
Here is a drawing of this chapter :)
Taglist: @whoopsitswhump - @winedark-whump - @whumpzone - @littlefantasiesofalittlegirl - @guachipongo - @batfacedliar-yetagain - @deusmor - @whumpinthepot
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Person A sold themself as a minor to the local fighting arena after forging their parent’s signature, so that all the money they make in matches is sent to their parents, since their family is poor. All they have to do is keeping surviving and winning fights for their family to keep getting an income, while also not having to spend money feeding or caring for them. But Person A notices something strange about the arena in the private ‘rooms’/cells where the fighters are kept - there’s a strange freezer in the center, that their room is next too. One day, when being brought out of their room for a match, they see the door to the large freezer open and a curled up, seemingly sleeping but shivering person on the ground, with the owner of the arena and a visitor standing over them. Person A has never seen them as a fighter and has never seen the freezer opened in the long time they’ve been a fighter there. Person B, the person in the freezer, is a god of life and health, and the arena owner acquired them and keeps them in the freezer to keep them in a dormant/sleeping state, and placed the freezer among the fighters’ rooms to make them heal up faster, for more impressive battles and less loss of fighters from various injuries. The better a fighter is, the closer they’re placed to the freezer to get the most benefit from the life god’s passive powers. Person A eventually catches the eye of the child of the arena owner and is freed to be their trophy spouse, and Person A’s spouse ends up inheriting the arena when the owner dies, and Person A has the opportunity to find out more about Person B and decides to let them wake up and find out more about them and how they ended up there.
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