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This is definitely one of the more fucked up prompts I’ve ever written. CW for basically everything but especially fantasy racism, noncon, violence and gore. Don’t like don’t read, and so on.
You’ve been warned.
It’s been twenty-five years since the beginning of the Unveiling—originally a rebellion for shifters advocating for cultural recognition and political rights, it spiraled out of control and turned into a blood-soaked and scorched decade of chaos, violence, insecurity, and poverty from economic disruption. Millions suffered displacement, injury, and death, entire countries were ruined and cultures shattered, as the entire world seemed engulfed in the flames of bloodshed and war.
It took a decade, but ultimately order was restored by force, and the more numerous and better organized non-shifters won the struggle for supremacy. The parasitic vampire cliques were rooted out and their adherents put to the flamethrower, the faithless changelings were either forcibly pinned to an identity with surgery or were driven out into the shadows, the power of the barbaric werewolf tribes was broken by silver bullets and bombshells: the world was left for the humans, elves, dwarves, giants and trolls, and ONLY those races. An authoritarian multinational government known as the All-Species Republic (ASR) was established during the war as a military coalition for these peoples, and continued on afterwards by establishing a police state to defend them—the good, solid, unchanging people, the only ones worthy of self-government or, frankly, worthy of open existence at all.
In the shadow of this rigid, traumatized society, YC lives a fairly normal life. Things are not always easy as the world tries to rebuild itself, but at least as one of the legitimate races, you can rest easy knowing that you are protected by the ASR from the depredations of those body-shifting monsters that had made the lives of you and everyone you know hell as recently as fifteen years ago.
MC is your next door neighbor. A young “human”, handsome and kind but quiet and withdrawn, he works by day doing manual labor at the docks (with a physique to prove it) and is a student at the same night university as you or one of your loved ones. You’ve gathered that he was born at the start of the Unveiling, so was a child for most of the world-changing conflict and only came into adulthood in the ASR era—he prefers not to talk about it, which makes sense, especially since he doesn’t seem to have a family to speak of: the conflict left plenty of orphans and he’s probably just one of them. There’s something about his thick shaggy hair and prominent gleaming white canines that have always caught your attention, but you haven’t put much thought into it before.
One moonlit night, however, you hear terrible noises in the wee hours of the morning while the civilized world should be asleep—staccatos of gunfire and shouts to begin with, then falling silent to be replaced monstrous scratching and snarling, just outside your door. Too terrified to leave your closet hiding spot, you fail to call the police, but you steel yourself as the sun rises and decide to investigate. You find MC in front of his own claw-marked door, passed out, naked except for the stretched and fur-coated shreds of work clothes, bloodied and bruised from a fight. You know what this means: MC has been a werewolf this whole time, but somehow, he was caught outside, and couldn’t get back to his next-door den in time for the draining process of transforming back into his human form.
Officially, if you know of a werewolf, you should immediately report them to the police so that they can be “relocated”—ostensibly to a reservation for such creatures guarded by the ASR military, where they can live separated away from the civilized races of the world, although everyone has heard the rumors of silver-plated guillotines and water pipes pumped full of powdered Wolfsbane such detainees can expect at their destination. Ensuring this werewolf is sent there, regardless of if they’ll live through it or not, that’s what a decent, law-abiding citizen of this realm would do.
But you’re not gonna do that.
No, your plans for him are different: much more personal, much more possessive, and potentially much worse.
Whatever your reasons—a preexisting fixation on MC, a need to truly, personally savor your revenge for something a werewolf did to you during the Unveiling, a desire for a dangerous and exotic pet to satisfy your wants, pure amoral curiosity or opportunistic sadism, a mix of these, or something else—you’re keeping this one for yourself.
Dragging his unconscious body inside your place, you use your own cleverness or pull some strings to make it seem like MC simply disappeared, either as a victim to be presumed dead or as a monster still loose and on the run (but far away from here, to dissuade prying eyes). Whether the chains are literal and made of strong silver alloy, or metaphorical and made of manipulation and fear, MC wakes up to find YC now has him completely ensnared: HUNTED. Throwing him of the frying pan and right into the fire, YC now gets to submit MC to all sorts of abuse and torture—physical, sexual, psychological, whatever and however they want, for as long as they care to keep him alive. This werewolf is now your prey to consume, or your pet to train, however you want.
Well, there you have it: the seed of a bloody and relentlessly dark but potentially steamy and interesting story.
I’m open to alternative settings, pairing ideas, lore details, etc., even to making it a bit nicer and brighter (maybe YC’s intentions aren’t so bad, or it all has some kind of redemptive plot arc). The real purpose of this thread is to get someone to do some awful stuff to my werewolf semi-self-insert OC, and this scenario and lore is just what I thought up on the fly. DM me if you want to discuss!
Thank you / You’re welcome / I’m sorry,
-Fen
This is definitely one of the more fucked up prompts I’ve ever written. CW for basically everything but especially fantasy racism, noncon, violence and gore. Don’t like don’t read, and so on.
You’ve been warned.
It’s been twenty-five years since the beginning of the Unveiling—originally a rebellion for shifters advocating for cultural recognition and political rights, it spiraled out of control and turned into a blood-soaked and scorched decade of chaos, violence, insecurity, and poverty from economic disruption. Millions suffered displacement, injury, and death, entire countries were ruined and cultures shattered, as the entire world seemed engulfed in the flames of bloodshed and war.
It took a decade, but ultimately order was restored by force, and the more numerous and better organized non-shifters won the struggle for supremacy. The parasitic vampire cliques were rooted out and their adherents put to the flamethrower, the faithless changelings were either forcibly pinned to an identity with surgery or were driven out into the shadows, the power of the barbaric werewolf tribes was broken by silver bullets and bombshells: the world was left for the humans, elves, dwarves, giants and trolls, and ONLY those races. An authoritarian multinational government known as the All-Species Republic (ASR) was established during the war as a military coalition for these peoples, and continued on afterwards by establishing a police state to defend them—the good, solid, unchanging people, the only ones worthy of self-government or, frankly, worthy of open existence at all.
In the shadow of this rigid, traumatized society, YC lives a fairly normal life. Things are not always easy as the world tries to rebuild itself, but at least as one of the legitimate races, you can rest easy knowing that you are protected by the ASR from the depredations of those body-shifting monsters that had made the lives of you and everyone you know hell as recently as fifteen years ago.
MC is your next door neighbor. A young “human”, handsome and kind but quiet and withdrawn, he works by day doing manual labor at the docks (with a physique to prove it) and is a student at the same night university as you or one of your loved ones. You’ve gathered that he was born at the start of the Unveiling, so was a child for most of the world-changing conflict and only came into adulthood in the ASR era—he prefers not to talk about it, which makes sense, especially since he doesn’t seem to have a family to speak of: the conflict left plenty of orphans and he’s probably just one of them. There’s something about his thick shaggy hair and prominent gleaming white canines that have always caught your attention, but you haven’t put much thought into it before.
One moonlit night, however, you hear terrible noises in the wee hours of the morning while the civilized world should be asleep—staccatos of gunfire and shouts to begin with, then falling silent to be replaced monstrous scratching and snarling, just outside your door. Too terrified to leave your closet hiding spot, you fail to call the police, but you steel yourself as the sun rises and decide to investigate. You find MC in front of his own claw-marked door, passed out, naked except for the stretched and fur-coated shreds of work clothes, bloodied and bruised from a fight. You know what this means: MC has been a werewolf this whole time, but somehow, he was caught outside, and couldn’t get back to his next-door den in time for the draining process of transforming back into his human form.
Officially, if you know of a werewolf, you should immediately report them to the police so that they can be “relocated”—ostensibly to a reservation for such creatures guarded by the ASR military, where they can live separated away from the civilized races of the world, although everyone has heard the rumors of silver-plated guillotines and water pipes pumped full of powdered Wolfsbane such detainees can expect at their destination. Ensuring this werewolf is sent there, regardless of if they’ll live through it or not, that’s what a decent, law-abiding citizen of this realm would do.
But you’re not gonna do that.
No, your plans for him are different: much more personal, much more possessive, and potentially much worse.
Whatever your reasons—a preexisting fixation on MC, a need to truly, personally savor your revenge for something a werewolf did to you during the Unveiling, a desire for a dangerous and exotic pet to satisfy your wants, pure amoral curiosity or opportunistic sadism, a mix of these, or something else—you’re keeping this one for yourself.
Dragging his unconscious body inside your place, you use your own cleverness or pull some strings to make it seem like MC simply disappeared, either as a victim to be presumed dead or as a monster still loose and on the run (but far away from here, to dissuade prying eyes). Whether the chains are literal and made of strong silver alloy, or metaphorical and made of manipulation and fear, MC wakes up to find YC now has him completely ensnared: HUNTED. Throwing him of the frying pan and right into the fire, YC now gets to submit MC to all sorts of abuse and torture—physical, sexual, psychological, whatever and however they want, for as long as they care to keep him alive. This werewolf is now your prey to consume, or your pet to train, however you want.
Well, there you have it: the seed of a bloody and relentlessly dark but potentially steamy and interesting story.
I’m open to alternative settings, pairing ideas, lore details, etc., even to making it a bit nicer and brighter (maybe YC’s intentions aren’t so bad, or it all has some kind of redemptive plot arc). The real purpose of this thread is to get someone to do some awful stuff to my werewolf semi-self-insert OC, and this scenario and lore is just what I thought up on the fly. DM me if you want to discuss!
Thank you / You’re welcome / I’m sorry,
-Fen
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