#mer whumper

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim AU: Mermay Special

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content: mer/vampire whumper, mer/vampire whumpee, whumper-turned-whumpee, dehydration, claustrophobia, starvation, torture, brief death wish, recovery, caretaking

have something special for mermay :) inspired by this fanart my friend lostie drew 2 years ago!!

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It hadn’t rained in a week, Jim’s freshwater had run out the day before, and he was going to die.

He knew he was going to die. Kane would come back to feed, and his body wouldn’t be able to hold up anymore, and he would die. Either with Kane’s jaws clamped around him, or later, alone in the damp cold sand.

He wasn’t thirsty enough to be desperate yet, not desperate enough to drink the abundant saltwater taunting him from his prison’s little beach. He knew it would only make him die faster. It was poison.

It hardly mattered at this point. Months with no rescue likely meant no rescue at all, and this was hardly a life. Still, something cried out in him, wanting to live.

Jim scrambled against the rock as he saw that telltale fin start to poke out of the water, more and more until the vampire revealed himself in full, the head and torso of a man and the tail-end of a shark. Not that there was anywhere for Jim to use his worthless legs to run to.

“Food.” Kane slung half a seal onto the surface, raw yet unbloodied.

Jim cautiously crept forward. “I need water.”

Kane raised an eyebrow at him, then splashed him, leaving him soaked.

“Fresh water,” he pressed, pointing up to the clear sky. “Rainwater. I need it or I’ll die. Please, just take me back to the beach, any beach where there’s humans. I won’t be any use to you dead. You’re not some animal, you know this isn’t right, please!”

“Human mine,” Kane dismissed firmly.

Jim sobbed drily. “I can’t. I can’t. You’re going to kill me.”

“Eat.” Kane shoved the meat toward him, making him flinch back. “Then I eat.”

Jim looked to the sky, Kane’s hungry eyes never leaving him as he devoured the vampire’s leftovers. If it didn’t rain tomorrow, he wouldn’t make it another day.

“Human.” Kane gestured him forward as soon as he finished.

“No, no, I don’t want to!” Jim backed up to the rock again, even knowing it was useless.

Kane huffed, climbing up onto the sand. “Food,” he called him now, a warning tone to his voice, piercing red eyes growing angry.

“Stop,” Jim insisted, squeezing his eyes shut. “No!”

A clawed hand grabbed his leg, any attempt to kick him away futile. He couldn’t match a vampire’s strength on his best day, and this was not his best day.

He cried out as sharp teeth dug into flesh once again, feeling much like the seal in his stomach.

-

Kane whined softly, squirming against the glass.

The fishers had put him in a smaller tank again. He couldn’t be sure–though he learned more of their language every awful day, there were still gaps–but he was near-certain it was a game to them, at this point, how small of a space they could force him to live in. He didn’t need to know their language to see their smirks.

He hadn’t even meant to break the last one. He had been trying so hard this time, and he’d been asleep when it happened. Even so, the fishers left him gasping on the floor in a pile of broken glass for hours. Even the tiny tank was better than none at all. How far he’d fallen, that he could consider this lucky.

Kane wished he could go back to complaining about not having room to swim. He would do anything to go back to the first tank. This one hardly afforded him room to move, to breathe. No matter how he tried to position himself, he always ended up touching the walls, his tail bunched up uncomfortably.

The water was too salty, burning his gills with every breath. He didn’t dare complain about that again. Last time, they left him in that horrible freshwater humans love so much until he screamed and bled to the point where any other fish would die.

But he was a vampire, and there was no driftwood here.

Every time a fisher walked past, Kane tensed. Some carried cruel metal tools, meant for fish already dead, though he’d already known their sting far more than he’d like. Some carried cruel metal tools and looked at him, making him wish he had anywhere to hide.

“Comfy?” a fisher mocked, tapping the glass with the end of his fishing stick, the unavoidable vibrations reverberating wherever he touched it.

Kane shook his head, hoping the answer was acceptable.

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He perked up at the mention of food, whining louder this time.

The fisher laughed, flicking one of those foul little ash-and-paper cylinders into his tank. “Eat it.”

It would make him sick, but far worse would come of disobeying orders. Maybe the fisher would allow him some food if he obeyed. Kane wriggled until he could position himself enough to reach the bottom of the tank, scooped it up, and swallowed it down.

Another fisher joined him, saying something he couldn’t understand and nodding at his tank before approaching.

Nothing good ever happened when he was taken from his tank.

“No, no, no!” he wailed as his head breached the surface, his salt-lined gills burning all the more against unforgiving air.

-

Jim didn’t go to the beach anymore.

After months stranded and years after living in fear, he never thought he’d get even ten miles near a coastline. Not even twenty. Yet here he was, getting within two, just to see the damn vampire. Just to confirm it’s him.

The scars on his arms and legs floated the vague line between hurt and not, leaving him unsure if it was in his head.

The smell of distant saltwater made him want to vomit.

Jim greeted the fishers in a daze, letting them lead him to the vampire that might be his.

And there he was.

Kane looked worse for wear. He was littered with more scars than Jim was, trapped in a tank barely wider than his body, and even his body looked near-emaciated. His wide eyes locked onto Jim with sudden, harsh terror, and he squirmed as if to try to get away.

“Why’s he… in there?” he asked dumbly.

“Gotta keep a vampire reeeal secure, you of all people know you can’t trust the fuckers. Give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile. Can’t move around, don’t have the energy to fight, knows it’s got hurt coming if it tries, that’s the safe way to keep ‘em,” the fisher explained.

Jim couldn’t look him in the eyes after that, so he looked at the tank instead.

“Kane?”

Kane whimpered, pressed against the back of the tank, though that only left him what looked like a couple inches away from the front of it. Jim felt claustrophobic just looking at it.

“So?” the fisher prompted.

“This is him.” Jim took a step forward, hesitantly pressing a hand to the glass. He was really here, powerless to hurt him again.

But Kane was hurt, and terrified, and trapped somewhere small and uncomfortable. There was no way he could leave him here.

“Do you think… I could take him?”

-

Every day, humans came to the aquarium in droves. As an unending mercy, Kane’s tank here was large, with ample places to hide. He never came out while the humans were visiting.

No one hurt him at the aquarium. He always had enough to eat at the aquarium. The workers always smiled at him when he surfaced for his meals. Not the malicious smiles of the fishers, but real ones, like they were friends. They talked to him like he was a person, and he was getting better at talking back, and they didn’t even get mad at him when he wouldn’t come out for the guests. Bellamy slipped him an extra fish and told him he deserved it for being a trooper. He didn’t know what a trooper was, but it sounded good when he said it.

Maybe he would start showing himself, one day, just to make them happy. Maybe if it ever stopped being scary.

As it stood, there was only one guest Kane would leave his hidey-hole for. Thankfully, they allowed him to come just after closing, away from the crowds.

“Hey,” Jim greeted. “Just came to, uh, check up on you. Make sure you’re still doing alright.”

Kane couldn’t speak underwater, and Jim was nowhere close to the top of the roomy tank, so he nodded. He looked at his hand, trying to remember the sign for a second, before making a ‘thumbs-up’.

“You’re okay? You’re happy? No one’s hurting you? They’re feeding you good? Helping you with medical stuff?” Jim asked.

Kane nodded again, smiling this time. He tried not to show his teeth.

Jim sat by the tank. “That’s good. I’m happy for you, man. You know how long ‘til the doc clears you to go home?”

It wouldn’t be long, now. He was gaining the weight back, his injuries had healed, and the exercises he’d been given were helping him learn to swim normally again. Soon, he would be able to survive in the ocean, just like before any of this nightmare had ever happened.

Bellamy said they could do a program together, if he wanted, where guests would come to learn about vampires and ask him questions. He said Kane didn’t have to if he didn’t want to, but winked and promised him some of his blood if he gave it a try.

No fisher could catch him again if he stayed at the aquarium. People would protect him at the aquarium.

Kane shrugged, not sure he would ever leave.

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sorry all i can write are AUs lol <3 they're warming me up for the main series i prommy

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[3-2-whump]

Oh also HAPPY MERMAY!

“How are we doing, dear peasant?”

“Lemme go!”

“Hmmm, that depends. Are you going to apologize for ruining my coronation ceremony?”

“…”

“Then two more tide cycles in the stocks ought to humble you.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

For the mermaid ask game, could I get 4 and 5 please? :3

Hi, Rainy! Absolutely you can! Thanks for requesting this, here you go! (I hope it's okay that it's pretty short)

Edit: From this ask game

Whumper’s head poked just above the water, their eyes following Whumpee’s every move. Whumpee strode along the secluded beach, crouching down every few feet to pick up a shell or a piece of sea glass. Whumper took particular note of their legs- they seemed sturdy enough. Yes, yes, they would do nicely.

Whumpee cried out as they were blinded by a flash of light. They stumbled to the ground. What the heck was that? They spat sand out of their mouth and went to stand up, but their legs wouldn’t cooperate. As a matter of fact, as Whumpee looked with horror, their legs were completely gone! Instead they had been replaced with a long, shimmering fish tail.

Whumper rose out of the water, walking on a pair of human legs.

“Hm,” they mused, approaching Whumpee, “my tail suits you. More importantly, however, your legs suit me.”

“Who- what- huh!?”

“I suggest you get in the water before you dry out,” Whumper said, waving a dismissive hand.

Whumper picked up Whumpee’s clothes that had been torn from the transformation. They put them on as best as they could.

“Hm, your legs are suitable, but your fashion…”

Whumper snapped their fingers. Whumpee’s clothes repaired themselves and morphed into something more dark and elegant.

“Much better,” Whumper said.

“Wait! Don’t leave me here!” Whumpee cried, “give me my legs back!”

“Not until I’ve had my fun, thank you,” Whumper said, “enjoy the ocean!”

Whumpee stared in disbelief as Whumper sauntered away. What the heck had just happened!?

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Hi! I hope it’s okay to ask this (and if it’s not please just ignore me, I’m still learning the ropes of this community!) I saw your merwhump post from a few days ago and I was wondering if you might have any ideas for scenarios where the whumpee and the whumper are both mers? Merwhump is one of my favorite tropes, but so many of them seem to involve a human whumper, and I’ve been looking for some inspiration where humans aren’t involved. Again, please forgive me if this isn’t the place to ask something like this!

Hi Anon! This is exactly the right place to ask something like that, and I'm so glad you did!

You're right that there isn't much whump where both are mers, so I hope this helps. (And I got a little carried away, sorry 😆😁)

Mer whump with two mers:

Saltwater would be uncomfortable and even painful for a mer accustomed to freshwater, and vice versa. Whumper could kidnap whumpee and drag them into whichever water they weren't used to. Imagine a freshwater mer experiencing the sting of salt water in their wounds for the first time, or trying to breath in water that makes their gills sting.

What if, like with humans, whumpee was allergic to certain things found in their environment, such as types of seaweed? For example, whumper could forcibly contain them in a patch of seaweed that made their skin itch, or expose them to secretions of fish that irritated their gills.

Different mers would be used to different depths of water, so whumper could pull whumpee down to a depth they weren't used to and keep them there, or pull them up to a shallow part of the water. Imagine a shallow water mer suffering under the pressure of deeper water, or a deep water mer feeling dizzy in shallow water.

In the same vein, different temperatures. A mer used to warmer water might get the mer version of frostbite, for example, if the mer whumper kept them in colder water; or a cold water mer might overheat in warmer water.

Also, a mer used to shallower, warmer water would be used to light, and a mer used to deep, cold water would be used to darkness. Imagine the mer being pulled down into the dark and being unable to see, or feeling deep water creatures brushing against them, the touch of teeth they'd never felt before; or a dark mer being blinded by the light of shallow water.

And what if whumper and whumpee were two different types of mer? What if the mer whumpee was a harmless type of mer, while whumper's type was known to be wild, dangerous, unpredictable? Or, switch them around and make it more interesting: whumper's variety is usually tamer and lives in colonies, while whumpee's is the "lone shark" type.

[starryybrained]

Mermay for Whumpers, May 8 — aquarium

Less of an aquarium and more of a prison…

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Uriah Fox as a merman.

looks like it's ice cold sushi tonight boys

[whumpninja]

So I don’t know if anyone else likes doing mer whump for Mermay, but I definitely do. This year, I decided to check out the Mermay 2024 prompts and use them to inspire my writing!

No offense/hate at all to the creators of Mermay and the people who participate, but…from a whump standpoint, the official prompts are useless. What am I meant to do with “fart” and “toe beans?” Do mers even have toes? Granted, Mermay isn’t supposed to be for whumpers, so I can understand why the prompts don’t exactly cater to us.

But I decided that they should. So here’s my take on Mermay- For Whumpers!

A few things- this is not an official event, I won’t be making a blog for it/reblogging everything/etc., I just don’t have the brain space to do that right now. This is just a prompt list meant to inspire some fun mer whump during what’s left of May. But please, if you use these prompts this month, tag me in what you make, I wanna see it!

Also, May is already a week in, so I set the prompts to start tomorrow. Interpret the prompts whatever way you want; many of them are intentionally vague on purpose! The ones for weekdays are simple and short, with multiple options; the weekend prompts are a little more involved. But also, this isn’t an event, there’s no completionist reward- feel free to pick and choose your prompts, skip around, mix them together, whatever your heart desires!

Content warning: this is a whump-focused prompt list. Some prompts are darker than others, which is also why the weekday prompts have more than one option. Please tread carefully!

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Mer Whump Things

Content: [Forced] Cannibalism, pet whump, dehumanisation, branding, teeth pulling.

They have the ability to make a noise that causes ringing in the ears of anyone within earshot. It's used to stun their prey.

A human-turned-merperson who's legs morphe into a tail when their skin touches water. They've gotta be extremely careful to not spill or touch water in public.

Merpeople are actually very passionate about collecting stuff. Sometimes if a human is pretty enough to them, they might not see the difference between them and a collectable. Or maybe they do but don't care :)

A mer whumper who tricks humans into getting into the ocean by pretending they can't swim. They might eventually let them go, or they might not. No one ever knows. This increases the amount of deaths caused by drowning in the area because no one can trust that that's actually what's going on.

Tears aren't enough to keep mer hydrated, but they taste delicious. Mer sometimes keep humans for that exact reason, just to make them cry so they can lap up the liquid from their eyes as it drips down their face. Some humans use it as a treat for their mer pet.

Branding a mer by ripping the scales off to make a pattern or to spell their initials.

Forcing a mer to eat a cooked mer tail and calling it seafood.

Pulling a mer's unusually sharp teeth out and using them as a necklace. Perhaps forcing them to wear their own teeth around their neck.

[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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[aswallowimprisoned]

Restless far from a Wine Dark sea -Alt prompt Needles

Just a routine medical procedure with a very large needle and an unconscious merman.

@medwhumpmay

Tw needles, medical experimentation, Dispassionate whumper doctor, unconsciousness

A bit of the biology of my vampiric mer is explained in this one too

≪ °❈° ≫

“Procedure 269 on subject #3, the mer also known as Fogal." Dr Rana regarded the form lying prone on the gurney before him. "It is May 23rd 2025, procedure is a venom draw from the right venom sack, with entry through the roof of the mouth using a 14 gauge needle. Procedure start... ' Dr Rana checked his watch, "13:32 hours."

 With careful fingers, he took the seamonsters jaw in his hands and pulled downwards. The skin distorted with the gentle pressure, but his face remained locked in its sleeping position.

"As with much of the mer's body, the jaw has locked in sleep and does not move easily. This was not unexpected. 78ccs of orphenadrine to the masseter muscle should relax the mandibles and allow access." He held out his hand, and the nurse placed the prepared syringe to his palm. 

This had been prepared for, the dosages measured. 

He popped the lid from the needle, and took only a moment to swab the cheek of the sleeping merman with antiseptic. Clean and precise. 

The needle slid through skin and muscle, not hitting the bone, but close enough to the joint to have the desired effect. 

He circled the bed, swabbed, injected, rubbed into the skin on the other side. They waited a moment. This time, the jaw swung open under his firm hand, exposing the seamonsters teeth. Two elongated razor sharp canines protruded from a row of mostly-human teeth. But they were not of his direct interest today. 

"The jaw has been opened giving access to the pallet. Inserting chocks against the molars to keep the mouth open..." The nurse passed a block of blue plastic, and he carefully slid it between the sea monster’s molars, wedging the enamel apart. Even if the merman was to wake - which was highly unlikely given what they knew about his deep sleep patterns - he couldn't bite. They had also given him a medium dose of sedative since they were working on the mouth, though not enough to require breathing support. It paid to be prepared for these things. 

“Hold his head."

The nurse moved to the other side of the bed, placing one hand on the forehead and slipping the other around the back of the sea monster’s neck. His Adam's apple stuck out of his bared neck like a fragment of something broken. 

“Head is tilted back by 45 degrees to give access to the pallet." Rana narrated. He bent to examine the roof of the mouth. Unlike in humans, the pallet was made of a layer of cartridge, and that layer was particularly thin in certain areas. The venom sacs were adapted salivary glands, much like a snake's, and lay just below the nasal cavity. It would be an odd angle to work at, but he could manage.

He picked up a syringe from the gleaming tray of utensils, and looped his finger into the handle at the end for the ease of draw. 

"Extraction point is 10mm behind the right canine using a 14 gauge needle. It is anticipated 25ccs of venom can be drawn."

It took some pressure to push the needle through top of Fogal's mouth, but with careful application of force the cartilage gave way, letting the metal enter the nasal cavity and into the venom gland. His fingers moved, dextrous and practised, gently pulling back the plunger on the syringe. 

The venom was urged up the barrel of the syringe to fill the vacuum of the pull. Milky opaque with a hint of purple, the venom was almost pretty. This batch seemed paler in colour than the last - perhaps testing would show a different composition? He wondered for a moment why the change may be, then filed the thought away for later. 

For now he had a task. 

The prescribed 25cc was drawn, a streak of red marring the final millilitres. A potential contaminant. He would have to recalculate the draw volume. 

“The draw went smoothly, 25cc has been taken. Ejecting the needle now…” He pulled the needle from the sea monster’s mouth before his hand could cramp from the strange angle. “The wound is minimal and likely to be healed by the mer's saliva very quickly, so no attempts are made to blot the site, despite the large bore of the needle used. Molar chocks are removed…” He extracted the lumps of plastic deftly, mindful once again of the razor sharp fangs that could easily catch out the less careful.

The merman’s mouth closed. By itself.

That was… a deviation from the norm.

Rana glanced up to the vitals monitor, swiftly evaluating the readings. Heart rate had risen…

“He is regaining some consciousness…”

“I’m coming.” The interrogator, Mr Logan, spoke through the comms.

“He probably won’t have much awareness, and this level of sedation should prevent memories from being formed.” Rana cleared up the chocks and sheathed the venom collecting needle, “And I have weakened his jaw muscles so he may not be able to speak.” 

The merman opened his eyes, blurry eyes blinking fearfully into the light, trying to focus on Rana’s face.

“Tell him you're a doctor and you were just giving him a check up, and tell him no one will harm him.”

The blades of the sea monster’s tail unfurled and he flapped it like a dying fish.

“Fogal. I am giving you a checkup, no one will harm you.” Rana recited in a flat tone. The merman rolled his head towards him, jaw flapping uselessly and drooling on his shoulder.

“Aahhhrmmrmm” He said, predictably completely nonsensical and lacking in awareness of his surroundings. After his eloquent speech, the sea monster planted his face into his shoulder and passed out again. 

“Consciousness lost again at 13:39. Unclear why he woke up, but we will have to keep an eye on his vitals when performing procedures on his face. Procedure 269 on subject #3 ends.”

[starryybrained]

Mermay for Whumpers, May 10 — Mer whumpee with something wrapped tightly around their gills

Content: Mer whumpee, human and mer caretaker, asphyxiation/drowning, near-death, pollution whumper/j

She struggled against the wire of the net, writhing in the water.

The mer had found herself in one of those garbage patches — a mass of nets, fishing equipment, various plastic tools to capture her aquatic cousins — and she’d become caught in the debris.

The fringe of the net tickled her gills, and she convulsed, trying to expel it. She could already feel the lack of oxygen beginning to get to her. Mers like her couldn’t hold their breath, she wasn’t like a dolphin or an orca — her time and breath couldn’t be spent like this.

She clawed at the fishing line, trying desperately to loosen it.

Her vision was fading now.

Desperate, she swam away from the depths for the surface. The fishing line dragged behind her, attached to the patch, slowing her down.

She began to see tiny black and white spots.

The surface… need to… reach… the… surface…

Her body felt slack. She couldn’t find the energy to move her limbs.

No!

…

No…

… She burst from the seawater.

Bright light. Sky. Air.

Someone was holding her —

They held her to their chest, keeping her above water as she gasped for air.

In, out —

The fishing line still held fast around her gills, but her lungs were able to cycle the air through her body. She breathed in like she couldn’t get enough, like the air was an addictive drug she’d been dependent on and was deprived of.

The mer holding her began to swim, and still weak, she let them, wrapping her arms around their neck and holding on. She closed her eyes.

When she opened them, she saw that they were taking her to a boat. A human’s boat —

She tried to wriggle away, but the other mer held fast.

“Stop struggling —” They hissed, swimming faster.

The boat had a ramp, and they dragged her onto it as she fought them the entire way, being dumped gracelessly onto its floor.

She clawed her way back to the edge but paused, knowing she couldn’t breathe through her gills. Looking behind her, there was a human.

She flinched, jumping and nearly sliding off the edge of the ramp.

The human held out her hands nonthreateningly, showing she had no weapons.

The human had long hair that she wore tied back, and glasses framing her face. Her face itself was kind and calm, and she coaxed the mer with a gentle voice.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…” She knelt down by her side. “I’m here to help you.”

The mer laid still, watching the human with wide eyes. No human had ever acted like this before.

The human stood, telling her to wait, and she left. She returned with a pair of scissors.

“Here,” she said, kneeling down again, “let me help.”

With skilled precision, she snipped away the fishing line, freeing the mer.

“There we go,” she murmured. “All better.”

Oh, how nice…

“Tha ..nk.. yo u…” The mer tried her hand at using the human language.

The human smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

…

The mer dove back into the water, free once more.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Pirate Whump

the brig!! thrown in there and forgotten while saltwater seeps through and drenches whumpee constantly leaving them coughing and miserable

lack of sleep, forced to be on duty for hours at a time

smacking whumpee to the deck with a blow that leaves their eyes watering.

scrubbing the deck until their hands are scraped and bleeding. their arms and back ache so badly that when they stand up, they immediately double over.

flogging for minor mistakes. the humiliation of having their shirt ripped away and the stabbing, sharp pain of the cat o'nine tails on their skin is enough to break down the most stoic of the crew

collapsing on deck. in general. fainting. nausea. suddenly light headed and woozy from blood loss

falling to the deck on hands and knees and scraping them on the rough, worm-eaten wood

hostage situations on “friendly” terms. whumpee can wander around on deck and maybe they even joke around with some of the pirates. but the minute they try to escape, there’s a sweeping blade at their throat and someone roughly manhandling them to the captains quarters to be “dealt with”

being made an example of for misconduct is often extreme and cruel. there are no laws on the high seas

the damage left by the opposing side’s cannon fire? timber embedded in limbs, gaping wounds, and formerly brave sailors curling up in fetal positions to try and protect themselves

a captain whumper who calls their prisoner whumpee “darling” in the most derogatory way possible.

emergency first aid being applied hurriedly and with unskilled hands.bandages made from old shirts, amputations done unabashedly and crew mates being carried back fireman style to their ship.

“bite down on this” and “don’t look” as they cut away a damaged limb, multiple crew members holding whumpee down

mer whumpees— caught and put on a leash so they’re dragged along the side of the boat. sometimes they pull whumpee up and “have a bit of fun” as whumpee thrashes and gasps for air.

captain whumpee found stranded on an island by an opposing captain. they’re “taken care of” by being humiliated and beaten, laughed at, and forced to be the cabin boy

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Nonhuman (mostly) whumpee and pretty privileges !

I can't get the idea out of my mind so have this list born from my fever riddled mind:

In rescue centers, cute reef mers being privileged and better treated than deep-sea mers or uglier mers (absolutely unrelated to my current story)

A nonhuman pet whumpee being abandoned in a shelter, knowing that nobody will ever adopt them because they're scarred and/or old, not pretty enough

On the same vibe, nonhuman pet whumpee being even more careful and clingy because they're getting old for their species, losing weight, fur/hair/whatever, and their master only want cute and beautiful pets

At an auction, Whumpee being sold at a very low starting price because they're not pretty enough to be sold to the rich customers (and therefore at the mercy of being bought by any psychopath)

Whumper only taking care of the prettiest pets, lovingly grooming their wings/fur/you know the drill while the others have to do it themselves, dreaming of being treated with so much love and care

Mer whumpee being caught into a net and hurt by humans before eventually being released, causing them to be covered in scars and be rejected by the others because they're too different

Not-seductive-enough vampire struggling to attract humans to feed on

Nonhumans whumpees on display, some of them being praised and fed by the public while the others are mocked and taunted

[whumpninja]

Here’s a version of the prompt list without me blabbering! Also with a text version at the bottom because I completely forgot to do that whooooooops

Mermay- For Whumpers!

May 8- May 11: Fish Out of Water

May 8- aquarium/dolphin show/circus attraction

May 9- beached/low tide/gasping for breath

May 10- mer whumpee with something wrapped tightly around their gills, cutting off their breathing underwater.

May 11- “They’re more afraid of us than we are of them.”

May 12- May 18: Sink or Swim

May 12- “Here, fishy, fishy, fishy…”

May 13- shipwreck/pirates/thrown overboard

May 14- blood in the water/catch and release/hook, line, and sinker

May 15- descaling/finning/fish bait

May 16- marine research/mers as pets/seafood

May 17- mer whumpee hung by a rope threaded through their mouth and gills, to bleed them out the way fishermen bleed fish.

May 18- “I caught a fish!” “I…I don’t think that’s a fish…”

May 19- May 25: Here There Be Monsters

May 19- “Release the Kraken!”

May 20- caught in a net/ship’s figurehead/tied to the mast

May 21- harpoon/spearfishing/rod and line

May 22- jellyfish sting/shark bite/electric eel shock

May 23- selkie coat/mermaid tears/siren song

May 24- mer whumpee captured in order to win a prize or claim a reward.

May 25- “Sea monster! There it is!”

May 26- May 31: Lost At Sea

May 26- “There’s always a bigger fish.”

May 27- fish on ice/in hot water/went too deep

May 28- trophy hunt/mounted fish/the one that got away

May 29- minnow-sized mer/whale-sized mer/anything but a fish tail

May 30- adrift/drowning/transformation

May 31- mer whumpee from the deepest parts of the ocean, dragged up to the surface where they were never meant to be.

[clickerflight]

Voltober - 1. The Beast of Pirates' Bay: The Adventurers

Author's note: Let's GOOOOOOOOO IT"S SPOOKY SEASON! I started working on these prompts yesterday so let's see if I can keep up.

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Content: Mer whumpee, pirate whumpers, harpoon, bound, suffocation, semi immortal whumpee, implied past murders and trafficking

Nonhuman Whumpee|Harpooned|Netted/Trapped

@voltober

Mer were going missing. Usually the Underwater City Forces would deal with this, but there were some jurisdiction issues that kept them from working together well enough to solve the case of missing mer. It didn’t help that mer were going missing in the more rural areas where the ocean floor was too far down for any proper farming besides certain animals that were hard to keep in the first place. No witnesses, isolated waters, and a population of terrified mer who didn’t dare leave the cities anymore.

So, they had called the Kahtir, begging the organization to send someone to help out, and Matsu went. There weren’t any mer in the Teliar forces of the Kahtir since they were notoriously ocean bound, and ocean planets usually had things covered. That left the two half mer in the Teliar, which included Matsu. The other one was busy, family vacation, otherwise he would have come with Matsu on this mission as backup. As it was, no one was too worried about Matsu going alone. He was, after all, an Adventurer. One of the best teams in the whole of the Teliar, capable of solving nearly any problem. Add to that his rare exponential healing factor and he was easily prepared to handle any solo mission.

Anisha was going to come with him, able to breath water herself as a scaleon descended from a water dragon, but the Kahtir had needed her elsewhere dealing with a problem in a cliff face community that only she had the flying skills to really get to in the first place since their bridges and walkways were taken out during a recent disaster.

Matsu swam leisurely, tail sweeping back and forth gently as he made his way through the darkened waters of the Berian oceans of Cumenah. He hadn’t seen anything strange, watching the regularly scheduled ships passing by gently overhead, their caged off propellers spinning serenely.

Mostly, it was just quiet, and Matsu allowed himself to enjoy the quiet as the ground below began to slope down and away, the kelp farms fading into rocky outcroppings and small pastures for crab like creatures. Out a little farther, and even those pastures disappeared as the bottom became too far away to see. This was where people were going missing.

Matsu pulled himself out of his serene state and put himself on alert, feeling out the currents for any creatures or machines moving nearby as he swam out farther, lazily and slowly, it seemed, like he was just enjoying himself or perhaps just looking for something.

He felt the currents above him shift and look up to see a ship, set to pass right above along side him.

He swam a bit quicker to make sure they wouldn’t pass too close to him, but the ship changed course just enough to stay in line with him.

“Gotcha,” Matsu muttered to himself, pleased. He reached up to his throat where he had a communications band and touched his thumb and forefinger to the stones on either side of his wind pipe. “This is Matsu to home base. Possible suspect has been identified. A fishing ship at coordinates-”

Pain pierced through his torso and overwhelmed his senses as he screamed and let go of the comms band. He grabbed onto a cold metal rod that had been shot through his side and gasped, his damaged gills fluttering and twitching around the metal as his muscled cramped, trying to heal around the intrusion.

He felt along his other side to find what had pierced him and felt barbs on the other end. Barbs that sank into his skin as the harpoon was pulled on hard, dragging him up through the water and putting extra force on his wounded body.

His vision vanished for a moment as pain dragged through his torso and side where the barbs bit into his rib gills, his throat gills fluttering urgently as they tried to keep up with his demand for oxygen. With great effort, he pulled himself from the edge of unconsciousness and grabbed for the smooth end of the harpoon, latching onto it to take some pressure on his gills. He could feel the wounds where the harpoon’s hooks had slid through healing around the pole and hooks, his gills repairing a little, but the pain still shot through his insides like lightning as he held onto the harpoon and tried to make himself more aerodynamic so he wouldn’t be dragged so harshly.

The surface was approaching quickly now that he’d grabbed the line and turned himself to glide through the water and quickly broke the surface.

He chose not to switch to his lungs, still able to breath with his gills as long as they were wet. He knew for a fact that the harpoon had pierced his lungs and breathing might actually make him pass out.

“We got ‘em!” a loud voice called as a huge net was scooped under him to help haul him out of the water.

Matsu tried not to writhe, holding onto the rope, desperate to keep the harpoon from moving, but as he was dragged over the railing, the harpoon jolted out of his grasp and levered up through his organs, causing him to spasm as he was dumped onto the ship deck.

His gills flapped as he tried to collect himself, fighting the urge to have his legs back and breathe through his lungs.

“He’s a pretty one,” someone said, grabbing his finned ear to check out the patterns there. “Too bad he’s dead. He would have-AUGH!”

Matsu snapped his pointed teeth deeper into the woman’s fingers, determined to take a finger for his trouble.

Something hard smacked painfully into the top of his head, causing him to let go of the finger as his vision spun again, pain rippling through his skull and chest.

“He’s still alive! Wait, look at that.”

everyone went still and quiet, watching Matsu as he regained his senses, grabbing onto the smooth side of the harpoon, and just waiting for the strength to come back to where he could try and push it through and cut the rope.

“He’s healing,” someone breathed and Matsu stiffened, snapping his head around to look at the man. His eyes, changed to manage sight underwater, weren’t quite adapted to out of water and he could only make out the blurred colors of brown skin and hair and a bright blue jacket.

“Crap, look at the markings on his arms! Isn’t this one of the Adventurers?”

Matsu’s heart sank. Being caught out as one of the adventurers was not a good thing usually. It typically meant he was about to be bound up and sold on the Darke Market, or he was going have to wriggle out of an attempt on his life.

“It is! Crap! He’s going to tell them we’re here. We need to get out of here!”

“Cut the rope!” someone called as blue jacket grabbed his hair and forced his head down, turned away to where he could only see feet.

He tried to shove the harpoon through, but someone grabbed his wrists, binding them together behind his back as his headband and carack, a cape-like mer-shirt, was torn off of him, his bags undone and tossed away and his comms band cut off his throat, the scissors cutting harshly through his throat gills in their haste.

He choked, his drying out gills already having a hard time keeping up with the demand. He coughed, a small amount of liquid trickling out over his gills to help with his breathing as they finished stripping him. Two people grabbed either end of the harpoon, someone hooking their arm through his elbows and another grabbing his tail and he was lifted up off the slimy deck, set on the railing, and shoved over the edge.

He writhed, trying to dive gracefully into the water, but he smacked into it on his upper back, leaving him disoriented as bubbles went up around him.

By the time he regained some semblance of his senses, he realized that he couldn’t control his decent. The harpoon was too heavy for the movements he could manage while cosplaying as a fish kebab and all he could really do was to try and direct himself. It was going to hurt when he hit the ocean floor.

He looked down, writhing as he shot for a higher point of the sea floor, and curled up just in time to hit it.

The harpoon knocked into a rock, stirring his guts again, causing Matsu to gag and go blind with the pain. He lay still on the sand and rocks, gills flapping gently as the ones on his neck healed up.

He finally lifted his head, coughing through his gills to get the small particles of sand out after they’d been stirred up by his crash landing.

He clicked softly to himself as he gently twisted and tested the range of his movement.

After several gently maneuvers, he got himself on his stomach, the sand tickling his gills as he reached for the smooth end of the harpoon. With his hands bound behind his back, he was able to get a hold on it, but he wasn’t able to push it through.

Undeterred, he reached to the other side, trying to catch the rope on one of the hooks on the harpoon to cut the rope, but of the two rows of hooks, the tip hooks were too small and far away to reach, and the closer ones were buried deep in his flesh. He tried to pull or push it out a little, but once again, he couldn’t get enough leverage to do so.

He finally relaxed, laying his cheek in the sand with a little groan.

He took in his surroundings. His hit off of that rock had rolled him closer to the cliff that led down deeper in the ocean. He could actually peak out over it if he stretched his head a little.

He did so, looking down into the depths as his flesh cramped and grew around the harpoon, sending twinges of pain through him. He didn’t see anything moving down there and wondered how long it would take for the team at home base here on this planet would find him. Hopefully not too long. Or maybe he’d find a sharp rock to cut the-

Matsu startled as something moved under him, an unhappy flat bottom feeder fish who was tired of being laid on.

It moved again, tickling along Matsu’s ribs and making him lash out with his tail. Unfortunately, he tired to escape the sensation in exactly the wrong direction and he yelped as the sand slipped out from under him and he went down over the edge, the harpoon happily dragging him down again.

He had a lot more time to position himself for impact, turning himself onto his back to keep the harpoon from hitting anything first, though it was a constant struggle to hold the position as the hooked end was heavier than the other side.

Finally, the ground met his back, hard knobs of rock meeting Matsu’s spine as he landed heavily.

Matsu gaped, gills flapping in confused shock as pain shot up and down his spine. He held very still until he was certain his back wasn’t broken before he tried to move.

The water weight on top of him was extremely noticeable now, as he was laying at the edge of his depth limit. His gills fluttered and worked harder against the weight on top of them, and every movement sapped more from him.

He finally fell still once he was laying in a slightly more comfortable spot, looking up at the dim light that filtered through the water. If he had his pack, he would have liked to light a glow stick to make it easier to find him, but as it was, all he could do was lay there and hope he would be found. This far down, he knew his red and orange skin wouldn’t be seen that well, with red and orange light waves being unable to penetrate as deep as he was now.

He waited, dizzy and tired, occasionally keening at a frequency he hoped would be heard by rescuers or by a friendly motherly sea creature. He knew there were quite a few around here.

As much as he wanted to stay awake and make sure no predatory fish took their chances with him or smaller bottom feeders had a nibble, the weight of the water and the difficulty breathing lulled Matsu to sleep.

………………………………………….

Matsu was found by home team and thanks to his healing factor did not suffer ill effects. In fact, he commented on how good that deep sea nap felt and was perfectly capable in directing home team to the pirates who had been killing and selling mer. Local police forces could take it from there to track down the people who facilitated this market while Matsu went home and treated himself to several massages and expensive potion ingredient shopping.

Thank you for reading!

VTB Part 2

[mirrormurmur]

Water Whump

I know there are probably a lot of these out there, but I’ll add to it. Or not. Mehh! Have some Whump ideas that include water!

The classical water boarding, maybe one of the worst kinds of torture, definitely a classic

Cold showers, either after brutal torture to make the scars hurt worse, or after a nightmare to wash away the sweat

Ice baths, those are horrible when just dunged into icy water out of the blue. And, again, pair that with scars, and… argh

Of course, the classic dunking the head under water can’t be missed

^ bonus points if Whumper pretended to be kind and wash Whumpee’s hair only to force their head under water

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist~ It won’t happen again, ops, I lied!”

Boiling water! As a person who despises heat in any shape, way or form, the mere presence of boiling water has me on edge

And just imagine a sadistic Whumper forcing Whumpee to shower with the heat all the way up

Or threatening to boil their limps while they’re still alive (I may just do a heat list next…)

Now, my absolute favourites, a Whumpee who can’t swim and/or has a fear of water

The mere threat of forcing them to ‘go for a swim’ would leave them so deliciously shaken

And maybe they go for a swim in some shallow water but Whumpee doesn’t know it’s shallow and is constantly on edge asking themselves when they’ll fall into the cold, wet depths

Maybe a mere bath scares them shitless and ‘cleaning day’ is the worst day of the week

Another idea of mine was a Whumper who takes water-hating / -fearing Whumpee on a yacht / boat

Maybe only to scare them, to see Whumpee cling to them because they are more afraid of the water than they are of Whumper

Or maybe Whumper actually throws them overboard and lets them thrash and scream for a bit before allowing them to come back on the yacht / boat

Yeah… as I said… water Whump is one of my favourite… not necessarily in the form of Mers… just… Water Whump…

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