#captive mers

[captainmaxatx]

Late Mermay idea!

Orca mer Ghost in an aquarium but he is almost always hiding and quite depressed so the aquarium decide to give him a little more enrichment.

With humans lack of mer knowledge they come to the conclusion that because orcas eat seals then surely an orca mer would eat a seal mer. They decide that during closing hours (to avoid guests seeing the blood bath that will surely follow) they will drop a live seal mer into ghosts tank so he has the natural experience of hunting instead of just being fed slabs of meet.

But mer’s don’t eat other mers, regardless of secondary species.

So when seal mer soap is dropped into his tank, ghost just thinks he’s being given a very energetic handsome roommate.

And the humans are confused as to why ghost hasn’t eaten the seal mer yet

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Very, VERY rough idea for something in the future for Cosmic Tides.

Could become canon, haven't decided yet. But wanted to share

[batwynn]

Something something Werewolf and Mermaid Ed and Stede. (Dark and fluffy versions)

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had been taken away from their home and put in a tank that was far too small- too cold, and the little food they got barely helped them live. They would beg the whumper through the glass, but they didn’t know if they were being heard at all.

[01432853]

So stop hiding behind all those nonsensical formalities and answer my question immediately. Why have you returned?

Captivating the King (2024) • EP 5

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

D-prompts for Myla - drugged, displayed, and/or delivered to whumper?

From this prompt list!

Myla's original story starts here, and you can find more of her on my pinned writing masterlist. I've been meaning to write a recapture arc for her, and while this might not lead to a whole arc, I'm glad to at least get to write a snippet!

Content Warnings: mermaid whump, lady whump, drugging, captivity, recapture, past captivity, past torture, trauma, intimate whumper

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The dark water lightens, the blue sky of the surface world growing closer, as Myla thrashes in the tight net. She unwinds her hair from around a sharp piece of shell she keeps there just in case, and tries sawing at the netting, but it's too thick. She keeps the shell in hand as she rises, hoping perhaps she can use it on her captors once she gets close enough...or, as an absolute last resort, on herself. She would rather die than suffer whatever humans have in store for her.

The net rises from the water. Cool, dry air hits Myla's gills; the awful sensation of being out of water is something she had just begun to forget. She makes a ragged wheezing sound, already struggling out of the water, made worse by her panic as horrible memories flood back from the depths of her mind where she buried them. In her panic, she drops the shell and starts trying to shred at the net with her teeth.

"Lower her in! Carefully, now! We only get the rest of our money if she's alive!"

Humans turn levers that lift the net up and pull it in. The net hangs from a metal arm jutting out from their boat. One of the humans controls it, turning it to dangle the mermaid over a long, clear glass box full of water. Myla fights harder, gnashing her teeth and snarling at the humans, but these are experienced sailors who know to keep their distance.

Slowly, the net lowers her to lie inside the box, the top of her head bumping against one end, her tail folded uncomfortably at the other. Myla squirms and grasps at the top of the net, trying to pull herself out, but she is losing strength. There is something very wrong with this water, she could tell as soon as it touched her struggling gills. It is sea water, but it's...thick, somehow, and overly warm, and tastes bitter.

Her instincts are correct. Soon after touching the water, her body feels heavy, so heavy, like a stone on her chest is weighing her down. Her arms and tail grow numb, her breathing and heartbeat slow. But Myla remains awake, aware of the net being cut away and the lid of the box closed, and she can't stop it. She can't move at all.

She remains half-awake the entirety of the trip back to shore, and then as the sailors haul the container carrying the mermaid into the back of a van. They slam the doors shut and Myla is left in utter darkness, the water sloshing around her from the movement of the vehicle. By now she has been soaking in the drugged water so long that she feels leaden and listless. Her gills flare sluggishly, barely enough to sustain her. All the while her mind is gripped with terror.

Where are they taking me?

After what feels like an eternity, she gets her answer.

The van pulls up a gravel lot and slows to a stop. The back doors open and a few of them pull out the glass box and hoist it onto a waiting table. Their voices are muted by the water and thick glass, but Myla can see them talking to someone just out of her line of vision...until he isn't.

Myla thinks her heart might just give out at the sight of that man...the one who first captured her, took her from her pod, who tortured and nearly killed her, broke her mind and body, left her for dead, gave her a lifetime's worth of fear and nightmares...

He leans over the container, eyes sweeping up and down, taking in the mermaid's unique coloration and the scars he gave her, nodding in recognition. He says something to the sailors and they open the lid. Myla can only stare in horror as his hand reaches down into the water to cradle her face.

"Hello, beautiful," he says. His voice sends a shiver down her tail. "Did you miss me?"

[angelynmoon]

So, mer au steddie

Where Steve was born in captivity and sold very young to someone or a carnival/circus/ intertainment, he is not treated properly, the food is wrong and makes him sick but he was sold too young to know any better.

And Eddie, a Deep Sea Mer, more shark than fish who was caught on his adulthood journey and sold to the same place Steve was.

Eddie watching his natural prey being treated like shit and deciding to help him, Eddie learning that he knows more about Steve's species than Steve does and making sure he eats right, Eddie deciding that he wants to keep Steve, I imagine that they are in two seperate tanks next to one another and Eddie throws food into Steve's tank, and sometimes trinkets he carves with his claws, because he thinks Steve will like them, Steve does and treasures each one.

And then Steve is resold because people are more interested in the Deep Sea Mer than Steve because Eddie is also bioluminesent and people come to see his glow.

Steve who is sold to a worse place, a resturant where Mer is a delicacy, but they don't kill him, just cut off strips off his tail over time.

Eventually the resturant is closed because Mers are a protected species and Steve is found by the police/fbi doing the arresting and closure, they think he's dead until he tries to get away from the hands that go to release his binds.

They then transfer him to a sanctuary/rescue that rehabiltates captured Mer for release back into the ocean.

Steve who is bullies by his fellow fish/Reef Mer because he doesn't know his culture and they are unwilling to teach him. Maybe this is where he meets the kids, Deep Sea Mer like Eddie who were captured on their first venture to the surface in a fisherman's net and not noticed until they were ashore, they were lucky the fisherman was married to a Mer-Specialist and called their spouse immediatly, though El and Will are Reef/fish Mer who were caught and rescued from situation similar to Steve's.

And Steve takes care of the kids, tells them the stories Eddie told him and the Specialists don't understand why Steve and El and Will prefer the Deep Sea Mer to their own kind.

And then Eddie is rescued and Steve is so happy that he's okay and they are happy as Eddie regains strength from being held in a too small tank with not enough food to eat.

But soon Eddie and the children are marked for release but Steve is not.

The Specialists soon realize that Steve would not survive in the ocean, his tail never healing from being stripped for cuts of meat, not to mention the way he would not socialize with his own kind.

The Specialists decide that he's best off staying in the facility.

Only Eddie and the kids refuse to leave without him.

Eventually the Specialists fix Steve and Eddie with a tracker, they are curious if the obvious relationship between the two different Mers will last once they are released then they release the group.

And then over the years they see the two Mers have stayed together, sometimes they are alone, other times they are with a pod, or a group of children, it's unclear if any belong to the two, Eddie never lets them close enough, which they don't blame him but they let them get pictures from a distance.

But it's obvious that Eddie and Steve are intending on staying together.

And despite their concerns they are glad for it Steve at least deserves to be happy, even though it's clear his tail never recovered fully because he's often seen clinging to Eddie as the other Mer moves swiftly through the water.

And then Steve and Eddie live happy ever after or close enough, unknowingly bring a peace between their people because the kids are friends that refused to stop being friends, El and Will being the children of the Reef/fish Mer King and Queen and Eddie being the Heir of the Deep Sea Mer royalty and having Adopted the Party and El and Will as his Heirs because why not, they were Steve's Guppies and that made them his too.

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Anyway, this was just a little thought I had, if you want to flesh it out have fun and let me know, I may want to read it, but it feels like it should be a long story and I don't have the attention span for that right now.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi again, my love!

Can I request something with mermaids?

offers ice cream as well <33

Hi thelazywitchphotographer! Of course! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumper pushed open the door to their quarters. They were greeted by the quiet cries of Whumpee.

“My darling,” Whumper said, approaching them, “what’s wrong? I would think you would be acclimated to your new life by now…”

Whumpee turned to look at Whumper with tear-filled eyes. Whumper’s own eyes widened at what they saw. Their darling mermaid’s body was littered with deep cuts and angry, purple bruises. Blood trickled down from a nasty gash in their tail, staining the water of their tub with crimson. When Whumper spoke, it was with a fragile, practiced calm.

“Who did this to you?” they asked.

Whumpee sniffled.

“I-I don’t know their name,” they said.

“Describe them to me,” Whumper said gently, “you’re not in any trouble, little fish.”

Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, and described their assailant as best they could.

“Crewmate,” Whumper cursed.

Whumper’s hand settled on the handle of their cutlass, they turned to leave when Whumpee’s sniffles brought their attention back.

“Oh,” they said, “forgive me, little Whumpee. Let me treat your wounds first.”

Whumper lifted Whumpee out of the tub in a bridal carry. They deposited them on their bed, then went to a nearby cabinet, fetching medicine and bandages from it. Whumper poured the medicine onto a cloth.

“This might sting, but it’ll help, I promise.”

With that, Whumper dabbed the cloth into the gash in Whumpee’s tail. Their screams made Whumper flinch, but they continued to work anyway. When everything was medicated, Whumper dressed the wounds in soft, white bandages. Whumpee’s screams had died down to pitiful, intermittent sobs by then. Whumper held their mermaid close and ran a hand through their hair.

“Shh, shhh,” they soothed, “you did so wonderful, my little fish. I promise, I won’t let this happen again.”

Whumper grabbed a bottle filled with a strange liquid. They lifted Whumpee’s chin and held the bottle to their lips.

“Drink,” they said, “you need rest. This will help.”

Whumpee knew better than to disobey, so they drank. Whumper smiled softly and helped them into a laying position, covering them with a blanket.

…

Whumpee slept for many hours. When they did wake, it was to the sound of the door opening once again.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “come on deck. I need you for something.”

Whumper picked Whumpee up and carried them out on deck. Whumpee shielded their eyes from the bright sun with a bandaged hand. Whumper sat Whumpee down in another tub that had been prepared for them.

“First Mate,” Whumper called.

“Aye, captain?” First Mate asked.

“Bring forward the scum that thought they could touch what’s mine.”

“Very good, captain.”

First Mate dragged Crewmate forward.

“On your knees, filth,” First Mate growled.

Crewmate shakily obliged.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “is this the person who hurt you?”

“I-”

“Tell the truth,” Whumper warned, “I will know if you lie.”

“…Yes,” Whumpee said quietly, “it was them.”

Whumper kissed Whumpee on the crown of their head.

“Thank you,” they said, “because you were honest, I’m going to let you choose their punishment.”

Whumpee stared at Crewmate. Even though the pirate had hurt them, they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.

“Um, maybe, put them in the brig?” WHumpee asked uncertainly.

Whumper smiled and nodded.

“A fitting punishment,” they said, “First Mate, throw Crewmate in the brig.”

Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief.

“-After their twenty lashes. Two for each wound I had to treat.”

Whumpee blinked. Not that!

“No! Captain, please!” Crewmate begged.

“Spare me your mewling before I decide to cut your tongue out,” Whumper said coldly.

“Whumper-” Whumpee started.

“They deserve it, my darling,” Whumper interjected, “you’ll understand one day.”

Whumper picked up Whumpee once again.

“I leave them in your capable hands, First Mate,” Whumper said, “my treasure doesn’t need to watch this.”

Whumper turned and carried their darling back to their quarters, just when Crewmate began to scream.

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[jerrsterrr]

mor sillies fishies below

[inquisimer]

(with the air of someone who has realized something about themselves that everyone else already knows) I think. I might be a zevran main

[blonde-fraumell]

Mistakes happen and strange events occur.

[thedenofravenpuff]

Have some more sketches of Lacey, my siren OC for the Ocean AU server.

A mini siren illegally captured and kept as an exotic creature for a private collection, Not properly socialized after a lifetime in captivity, where she tends to gnaw on the fake coral or scratch at her own fins, in lack of better things to do in her tank. 

Enjoy!

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[magdaclaire]

it's. so funny to have parents that also like the cw's supernatural. bc my mom walks up behind me and looks at my laptop screen bc she's nosy and there's a sad gif set about her good friend Castiel and she's like. why'd they do that to my good friend Castiel. hasn't he been through enough. and i have to explain tumblr girl little meow meowism to my mother. about her good friend Castiel.

[01432853]

How can you get revenge when you love him?

@asiandramanet event 04 ㅡ love is in the air +

@asiandramanet jan/feb creator bingo — typography

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

❄️ your Octo-Mer? (I don't recall if you named her yet)

Or for Seraphina.

-Mysticwhump

OMG thank you!! I actually want to write both of these, I'm going to make this one my Octo-Mer (her name is Nori!), but if you send me a separate ask for Seraphina I have an idea for that too. ;)

I'm trying to keep these short and sweet, just for fun and to maybe get some writer momentum going~

Send me ❅ to find my muse out in the cold, under-dressed and almost passing out from hypothermia.

Content Warnings: lady whump, mer whump (octomaid/octomer OC), cold weather, cold whump, hypothermia, frostbite, past captivity, left for dead, 'it' as a pronoun, second person POV, rescue, mentions of death, slight dehumanization but in a well-meaning sort of way??

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Your boat slows as it cuts through increasingly icy waters, inching towards the creature up ahead.

It is draped across a floating slab of ice, discarded without a thought by ink harvesters much too far north of its natural habitat.

Most octo-mer are too far gone by the time you reach them, and all you can do is ease their numb bodies into the water with gentle hands and kind words.

Not this one. Startled by the hum of the approaching boat, the octo-maid stirs. Her dark lashes flutter and her lips part slightly, letting out a puff of fog. She is still quivering slightly, still pained by the sting of cold air. Frostbite hasn't claimed her fingers or tentacles, and her damp hair hasn't frozen.

When she finally manages to open her eyes, you see it - that spark of life you got so used to not expecting.

Just this once, you aren't too late. Just this once you get to lift the poor creature into a special tank, a cramped but warm, safe place to recover until you release her to warmer waters.

[aswallowimprisoned]

Just Keep Swimming - Red Valley MerAU

Warren is the first merperson to ever be captured by humans. With merpeople feeding on human blood, it makes sense that Dr Bryony wants to know everything about mer. But Warren has been useful, he was a good mer. And as a reward he is allowed to swim for the first time since his capture. Don't think. Just keep swimming.

AO3

(season 2 embodies that trauma reaction of pretending nothing bad is happening. This fic tries to capture that.)

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 Warren blinked awake to an unfamiliar ceiling, high vaulted and white.

 He shook the fuzz of sedatives from his head, and listened for the sound of humans nearby.

 He was alone.

 Wow.

 He tilted his head to the right. An expanse of cold water glittered just an arm’s length away.

 He hadn’t quite believed they would actually go through with their offer of letting him swim. He understood it was a reward for his cooperation with their endless tests. He suspected this was just another form of test - studying locomotion perhaps? As the only merperson ever captured alive, Warren understood that he was useful to them, useful for information. Useful enough to keep alive despite the mer being blood-drinking creatures  and therefore inherently dangerous.

 But Warren had worked hard to rein in his natural aggression, and they were letting him swim - in a reasonably large pool - for the first time since his capture several months ago.

 He ponderously raised a hand to touch his face, slowly, just in case the movement angered someone and they were about to swarm back in and he would lose the privilege of being unbound. No one came. He traced the bridge of his nose, the junction between skin and the perspex muzzle he always wore during tests. The pressure of the plastic was almost comforting in this new room and lack of humans instructing him how he should behave.

 But back to the pool. He let out a long breath and slowly rolled onto his side towards it. His back ached a little and he wondered how long he had been lying on the rubberized floor.

 But nothing could ruin the sight of the water in front of him.

 He reached out with his left hand to touch the water, fingers skimming, feeling the pull of the surface tension, then dipping below the surface. The water felt like religion, gliding through his fingers, cold and smooth. He savoured the moment before lifting his hand out to appreciate the drops on his skin, before dragging his body to the edge of the pool.

 He lingered only a second more before slipping in face-first, diving, submerging himself completely.

 The water enveloped him. He could finally move.

 And move he did.

 Joy overtook him as he flicked his tail, stretching, and he jolted forwards, unrestrained, he moved, motions of swimming returning to him in a way he had feared it would never again after so long in the cramped tank with its restraints, after being so badly injured before his capture.

 He twisted out of the way of the opposite wall, pivoting with ease despite his speed, and started doing circles, rising and falling through the water as the fancy took him. He twisted almost like dancing, feeling his body respond to the water, fully submerged and completely in the element that bore the mer.

 He ran out of energy faster than he used to, gills rippling to supply his overstretched muscles. He took a moment to catch his breath, grinning after his joyride. He couldn't be disappointed in this moment. He rubbed the deep ache out of his arms, careful of the bruises left by the IV that had been resident in his inner elbow for the past months. He stretched out on the bottom of the pool, fanning his tail fins out as far as they would go. His scales were slightly dulled, and his fins could do with a bit of maintenance to help them fold more comfortably. Fuck, this was the first time he was able to actually touch his own tail since his capture.

 He hadn’t been able to touch his own body at all in the months since his capture.

 The realisation was like stepping off a cliff. Fuck, what had he done? Letting them tie him to a bed, letting them take his scales, doing cognitive tests again and again so they could understand how mer minds work so they could capture more bloody merpeople and do the exact same thing to them.

 The water was very cold around him, colder than the labs. The sweet perfect chill reminded him of his ocean home, of the mer he used to live with, all that he had had to leave behind.

 The feeling of loneliness was dizzying, the loss of everything, everything that made Warren a person, with his own hopes and dreams, his autonomy, the ability to touch his own fucking body. He felt like he was on the edge of oblivion, nothingness stretching away beneath him, sickening and overwhelming and utterly terrifying. His sidefins were fully extended ready for flight, and his gills rippled frantically, trying to draw enough oxygen from the water to fuel his racing thoughts. A pain so deep it defied comprehension, impossible to process, swallowing him whole in its attempt to make him see the stark bland clarity of the world around him.

  Why was he here? why did he let them why why why him why was he here why did he let them why did he let them why why why him why was he here WHY DID HE LET THEM.

 Stop.

 Unreality blossomed.

 No.

 No…

 It was actually fine. Warren knew that all that data they collected from him was being used to save lives. Human lives, but human lives mattered more than mer right? After all, being vampiric, mer had to hurt people to live, and that was wrong. At least if more mer were captured they could be fed without having to kill humans. And that was a good thing.

 Warren had a purpose here. He was here because if he wasn’t here he would have to hurt people and he didn't want that. And he did have control - if he genuinely didn’t want to do a test he wouldn’t. They just didn't ask for many tests that he hated enough to be worth giving up the rewards they gave him for cooperation. Rewards like this swimming, or a cup of hot weak tea, or 15 minutes playing those brightly coloured games on an ipad after tests. They valued him.

 He was here because he was meant to be. He let them because there was no other mer he. He was important here. And he could never, ever do better with his biology than what they enabled him to do.

 Here, he could make a difference.

 The water was cold around him, his scales smooth under his fingertips, his muscles aching after his burst of movement.

 He made a decision for himself.

 “Dr Bryony? It’s a bit dull in here, any idea of what I should do?”

 She told him to swim. He followed her instruction.

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Season 2 has actually reasonably realistic trauma responses that people without trauma would be like 'that's unrealistic' while people with mental health are like 'yeah that's super unhealthy but pretty reasonable' and I haven't seen much stuff like it. I have been writing a mer whumpy novel with that cooperate-with-captors and the second series was just incredible so I decided to write this lil mer AU. And hey, Warren can be happy for 5 minutes before existential dread.