#merman whumpee

[sheepthesmallchicken]

I animated my friend @scarletfish8eta 's OC chaiyo for the second day of mermay! He's a little stuck rn

[a-whumped-tea]

A siren who has managed to gain human legs. Siren slips into the music business. Instant success. Gains a whole ton of adoring fans.

Maybe Siren is a whumper who likes to toy with some of their new fans. There's always an unlimited amount of fans willing to do anything for them, why not take one of them home? Whumper has to eat after all.

And even if Whumpee escapes no one would believe them that Siren is bad or tried to hurt and kill them. Siren's so great! How could someone so popular be bad?

Siren turning into a Whumperee. Surely a supernatural hunter is going to pick up on the signs of this person being a siren pretty quick. Hunter should probably take care of this Siren problem before it gets more out of hand than it already has.

Might want to hurry with getting rid of Siren. We wouldn't want the general public getting withdrawals from being exposed to Siren's song for too long.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

the 5 sentence game

"Fiiissshhhh"

🥺 Anon I love you

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The Bahram walks around the edge, just on the other side of the strange smooth wall he can see through, the boundary of his world. Kima follows him, with eyes and fins, drifting alongside. They are only two feet apart, but the thick wall separates them so thoroughly that the Bahram never looks.

Or maybe it is only that the Bahram is feeling the dark feelings again, the ones that he has that keep him lying down with all the darkness and no false suns to comfort him. When he has those feelings, no podsong can cheer him. And he won't look at Kima, either.

But, no.

He looks sad, but the Bahram doesn't go to the couch. He moves instead to the bucket that Kima knows is for feeding, and he trills in cheer and more flings himself than swims, his head breaking the surface and flinging water everywhere. His hair sticks to his rubbery skin, salt touches his tongue. He bobs up and down in the dead water, which feels normal until you see there is no tiny life within it.

But the Bahram has the bucket. And the bucket means...

"Bbhhhhh-rmmm," He says, forcing the unfamiliar noises to form with a tongue and teeth not made for them. "Fffissshhh."

"Yeah, I have it for you." The Bahram finds a smile for him, and some of the empty distance is gone from his eyes. Kima clicks for him, head tipped. The Bahram smiles wider. "Right, no tricks. You don't have to perform for food from me."

He holds out one fish, still wiggling in his glove. Kima's mouth waters and he opens his nasal slits to smell it, lolls out his tongue and shows off his teeth.

He leaps up to catch it in midair, trilling happily while he crunches down on cold and blood and bone.

The Bahram watches him with soft dark eyes.

[asianwhumpgalore]

My Merman Brother (我的鲛人弟弟) | Cdrama | Whump List

Genre: Historical, Mystery, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Lin Weixu, the State Preceptor of the Qin Empire gained her authoritarian power after conquering Nanzhao Empire. One day, she ran into Fu Su, a merman captive who was tortured by the Supreme Court. Out of sympathy, she rescued the merman, and he became clingy to her. Thus unfolded a therapeutic and sweet journey.

Length: 24 eps

Whump meter: ▲▲◭△△ 

✨ Simple and cute. Merman ML ftw ✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Usual historical content warnings. ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS might be found, proceed with caution ⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Fu Su played by Shen Huai

00:00 | Running barefoot across the street, scratches and bruises on his body, crashes into someone and falls to the ground, net cast over him, struggling to free himself, kicked back onto the ground when he sits up, beaten, saved.

02:00 | Shoved onto the floor, grabbed by the face and forced to look up.

06:05 | (comedic) Fought, pinned to the ground, choked, (normal) cowers into corner, hugs self.

08:40 | Bites lip until it bleeds.

14:45 | Whipped, scolded.

17:35 | Locked in a cell, chained by the wrists to the wall, hugs self, mocked.

20:15 | Shoved onto the ground, accused of killing someone, kicked out.

22:05 | Leaning against a wall for support, collapses against the wall, panting, sweating, hugs self, stumbles away | Crashes into furniture, collapses against table, clutching chest, hunched over, concern for him, falls on the floor, labored breathing, helped to stand.

46:32 | Cuts palm of hand with a knife, bleeding.

50:55 | Imprisoned, hugs self.

55:55 | Bleeding lip.

56:35 | Punched.

01:01:45 | Head covered with a cloth, abducted (off screen) | Chained by the wrist to a cross, head covered with cloth.

01:03:35 | Chained once again by the wrists, arm cut, made to bleed onto a bowl, cut again, in pain.

01:10:44 | Still chained, found by lover, bloody, cuts on his body, coughing.

[ronanziriano]

Augusnippets Day 29 - Tending to Non-Human Whumpee’s Non-Human Parts

The tide was low, leaving the shore a stretch of jagged rocks and slick, muddy patches. Rescuer picked her way carefully along the shoreline, eyes peeled for the lobster traps she’d been tasked with checking. She never expected anything else among these rocks aside from seashells and driftwood, but today, something caught her eye, half-concealed by a cluster of boulders. She would have missed it entirely if the sun hadn’t reflected a strange silver-blue that drew her attention and curiosity.

Expecting to see something glass or metal that someone had left behind, or perhaps that had floated over after being dropped off the side of some boat, Rescuer clambered toward the shimmer, and was stunned at the sight that met her.

A merman lay sprawled on the rocks, unconscious and deathly still. His tail - gradient of grays and blues, the source of that reflected sunlight - was pinned to the muddy ground between the rocks by a harpoon, the shaft jutting out obscenely from the wound. His skin was visibly dry, rough and peeling along his arms and chest, and his lips were cracked and colorless. The gills on his neck fluttered weakly - moving, but barely.

Immediately Rescuer dropped to the ground beside the merman. It was extremely doubtful that he had crawled this far onto shore on his own. He probably had been stuck here since high tide. The blood streaked along the rocks had long since dried and blackened, standing testament to how long he’d been on dry land.

Her first priority, then, was getting him unstuck. She knew that leaving an object embedded in a wound was the rule, but this was different. He needed water - fast. If she didn’t act quickly, he wouldn’t last much longer.

She grasped the harpoon, trying to steady herself. She had never been in the position of needing to save a life before, let alone a non-human one, and the situation had her trembling with nerves.

"Sorry about this," she mumbled, bracing herself. With a single swift, forceful motion, she yanked the harpoon free, wincing at the squelching sound it made upon its exit. Blood welled up from the gash, dark and viscous, but she couldn’t address it yet.

Ignoring the slick blood that found its way onto her hands, she grabbed the mer under the arms and heaved, dragging him toward the water’s edge. He was heavier than she’d expected, and her muscles strained and burned as she lugged him ungracefully across the rough ground. When she finally reached the water, she collapsed into it, taking a moment to enjoy the refreshing cold before returning to the task at hand. With a grunt, she pushed the mer further, until his head and torso were fully submerged, leaving his tail still sprawled out on the shore.

Through the rippling water Rescuer could see the mer’s gills flare to life, gulping in all it could. A relief to be sure, but the work wasn’t finished. His tail was still bleeding heavily, clouding the water around them.

With a vigorous tug, she managed to rip a strip from her shirt. It would have to do as a makeshift bandage. Trying not to jostle the mer too much, she wrapped the strip around the wound, tying it off tightly. The bleeding slowed, but didn’t stop, and she chewed at her lip, unsure of what else to do. She had gotten him back in the water, yes, but she knew he still needed more help than she could give.

Her attention returned to the mer’s face when a few bubbles of air from his mouth broached the surface. His eyes peeled open, then began darting around, confusion and fear clear as he took in his surroundings.

Then, for a moment, his gaze locked on Rescuer. Before she could say anything, he jerked away from her, plunging fully into the water. “Wait!” she cried, scrambling to her feet. “Don’t go! You’re hurt, you need - !”

It was no use. He was already swimming away, his tail lurching erratically through the water, leaving a trail of red in his wake.

Rescuer tried to wade out after him, but of course, the mer was much faster in the water. His form quickly became a blur, then disappeared entirely beneath the waves. She was left standing there, nearly waist-deep in the surf, knowing there was nothing left for her to do but unwilling to turn away just yet.

What if he didn’t make it? The thought gnawed at her. He was too injured to swim far, and she didn’t know where he could go for safety. If the wound didn’t finish him off, something else might.

@augusnippets

[octopus-reactivated]

Mer Whump is great, but I always see Merman as a Whumpee. What about Mer Whumper and Human Whumpee?

Human got kidnapped and kept in underwater palace, locked in artificially/magically sustained air pocked, maybe behind the glass for merfolks to look at. And Whumpee knows that even if he escaped from it, he would never manage to swim from bottom of the ocean all the way to the surface.

[aswallowimprisoned]

Day 6 - Doctor becomes Patient

Medic Brunel is attacked by a mermaid, but a familiar face comes to his aid.

Tw bloodloss, medical whump, injury, fainting/unconscious, threat, Dead Dove Jewish vampiric whumpee , religious whumpee, post-captivity, caretaker turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, ex reluctant whumper, gun. Um… spitting on dying people

Masterlist

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Set way after Restless far from a Wine Dark sea, and may not be canon 

RestlessffaWDs' timeline is going off piste for @medwhumpmay

Thanks for proofreading Ace :)

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There were teeth at his neck, ripping, blood spurting from his neck onto his army medic’s uniform.

Ivan Brunel knew this was probably the end for him.

It was almost funny; how many times had he avoided being bitten by his patients at the mer containment facility, just to have his throat ripped out on the street? 

Ivan tried to push the mermaid off him, but the mer venom made him too weak, her grip too strong. The world started to fuzz…

BANG!

At the sound of a gunshot the mermaid released him and he fell to the floor. BANG! He heard her body hit the ground next to his own prone form.

Now he was on the floor bleeding out, the oxygen tank strapped to his back propping him sideways at a strange angle. He managed to bring his hand up to his neck to try and stem the bleeding, but his grip was weak against the blood slicked flesh. Footsteps hurried towards him.

“Oh.” The voice was vaguely familiar. Ivan opened his eyes to see his ex-captive hovering over him, a handgun dangling from his fingers and a haunted expression.“Hello Nurse Brunel.” 

It was Nathaniel Fogal.

Fogal dropped to his knees next to him, put his hands around Ivan’s neck and squeezed.

Ivan closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. It hurt, it hurt like hell, pressure into the gaping wound in his neck...

The hands did not squeeze tighter.

“...Am I doing this right?” Nathaniel asked cautiously, “I know I am meant to put pressure on wounds, but I haven’t done it to someone’s neck before…”

Ivan opened his eyes to look at him.

“...Yes…” he rasped out. Fogal gave him a small smile. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you…out. On the street-medicine kind of things.” Fogal was awkward, his hands clamped around his ex-nurse’s bleeding neck. Fogal’s blue eyes were staring down at him, the reverse of when they were doctor and patient. The merman sniffed the air.

“You are, you are losing a lot of blood, Brunel…” The merman sounded vaguely disappointed. The world fuzzed around Ivan. “I need to stop the bleeding…”

“I have a… radio. I need you to… call for help.”

“I can’t risk being captured again, I can't,” Nathaniel whispered, “If I leave you, you will die. I don’t want you to die, but I can help you. I can help you.”

The slightest relief that Fogal wasn’t going to leave Ivan to die ricocheted through his tired skull, and he felt himself lurch towards unconsciousness.

No, he couldn’t go to sleep…

“Brunel? I am going to spit on you.” Fogal’s words woke him up.

“Whaaa?” Ivan questioned before his brain caught up with him. The vampiric mercreatures had remained undetected for centuries due to their ability to heal their victims after biting them. Not that the mermaid who had bit him had any intention of leaving him alive given the size of the hole she had ripped in his neck.

“It’ll help.” Fogal worked his mouth for a moment, before leaning in close, taking his hands away from the gaping wound.

Ivan shook gently with fear as the predator’s hot saliva ran into his neck. He screwed his eyes shut and hoped Fogal wouldn’t take it personally. How many times had Ivan held the vulnerable merman through drugged hazes knowing that Fogal feared the doctors around him? The least Ivan could do would be to let Nathaniel care for him in return.

The healing saliva tingled in his skin, knitting veins and capillaries back together.

Nathaniel Fogal leaned back from him, placing his hands back on Ivan’s neck.

“It won’t fix it completely, but it’ll help. She was trying to kill you.”

The world was still foggy and Ivan was getting cold, the tips of his fingers numb.

“I am still going into hypovolemic shock.” He informed the merman.

“I…don’t know what that is…can I… what do you need?” Fogal looked around, “You… there’s a big bag it looks like you dropped. Is there anything in there that’ll help?”

Blood loss treatment.

“Yes.” Ivan breathed, “You need to keep pressure on the wound but… I need oxygen. There is a mask attached to the tank on my back. Take the plastic wrapper off… and…” he tried to catch his breath for a moment while Fogal reached a bloodstained hand over his shoulder to fumble for the mask and tore the plastic off with his teeth. Ivan would usually wince at the unsanitary action, but considering he had just been magically spat-on he could hardly complain.

“I remember these things.” Fogal looked at the mask, “It hooks over your ears, right?”

“Yeah…” Ivan used one hand to clumsily help manoeuvre the elastic around one ear while Nathaniel pulled the loop over the other ear, pulling the mask tight against his face “... there is a knob at the top of the tank. You need to turn it to turn on the gas…” The woosh of O2 was glorious, and Ivan dragged deeply on the mask. 

He was getting really sleepy. The world was swirling, hazed around the edges now the initial adrenalin spike was fading.

“What’s next?” Fogal asked, “I can reach your bag if there is anything useful in it?”

The bag. Gauze to stem the bleeding next? Neck wounds were awful to bandage. Or a saline drip to start replacing the fluid before he went into further hypovolemic shock? It was deeply unlikely Fogal would be able to place an IV. All Ivan’s training, all the hundreds of times he had treated people, and he could barely muster the brain cells to help himself…

“I…hmm… what do I need?”

“Nurse Brunel, please stay awake, I think you are meant to stay awake…” Nathaniel patted Ivan’s cheek, “Do you… do you not have any drugs that would help? You were always injecting me with stuff…”

“Hmmm, epinephrine. We got these neat small-dose epipens. They’re purple. Epinephrine is a vasoconstrictor, and will prevent the patient’s blood pressure from dropping. Especially if most of the wound has closed…”

“Where is it?” Fogal interrupted him, starting to dump medicines out of Ivan’s paramedic bag. Ivan watched him for a moment, “Brunel, where is the epi-pine or whatever its called?

“It's in my pocket.”

Fogal took only a second to give Ivan an exasperated look, before rooting around in his chest pocket.   

“Blood loss has got you fucked up mate… Is it this?” Fogal held up the little purple cylinder.

“Yes. Take off the blue cap, then you are going to have to let go of my neck long enough to shove the orange end into the side of my thigh. Orange to the side of the thigh, and you are going to have to properly stab me with it to get through my medic uniform.”

“Here goes stabbing…” The warmth of Fogal’s hand left Ivan’s neck, and the needle thudded into his thigh. It hurt, but not as much as it would have if Ivan wasn’t in hypovolemic shock.

“Did it work?” Fogal asked.

“Difficult to sa…” The adrenaline zinged into his bloodstream, and he could practically feel his sluggish heart respond. “Yes. Yep, that worked. But now I think… I think that is all you can do, Nathaniel. Will you let me call for help now?” Ivan asked.

Fogal nodded, and helped Ivan’s numb fingers to hold down the button on his radio.

“This is medic Brunel, requesting assistance, I have been bitten and sustained a 32-Charile with major blood loss. Can you…Help. Please.” Ivan trailed off.  

“We hear you Bruel, is the area you are in safe?”

Ivan looked at Nathaniel, “Yeah.” He breathed, “A civilian helped me…”

“Hold tight Brunel, we’ll be there in 2 minutes. Over.”

“I’ll wait another minute. Then I need to go.”

“Thanks,” He could nearly rest and let someone else take care of him. He focused on breathing deeply into the mask.

Above him, Nathaniel was muttering away under his breath, a familiar cadence Ivan had heard him utter a hundred times before. Was he - was he praying for his ex-captor?

A tear slipped from his eyes. Nathaniel wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“I need to leave. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you Nathaniel. For this.”

“Look after yourself Nurse Brunel.” Nathaniel clasped his arm.

“Ivan. You can call me Ivan.”

Nathaniel snorted a tiny laugh.

“Ivan. Shalom.”

And the merman returned to his freedom.

a/n Hope the name switching isn’t too confusing, but I love the importance of names in whump.

[captain-bo-bob-bobby]

Whump Café

"Hello, and welcome to your local Whump Café! Take a moment to look over our menu and figure out what Whumpee you want! Don't forget to sign each Whumpee you order with their new names!"

MENU BOARD #1: COMMON WHUMP TROPES

- Pet Whump

- Captivity Whump

- Medical Whump

- Hero/Villain Whump

- Whumper to Whumpee

- Caretaker to Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #2: WHUMPEE TYPES

- Defiant Whumpee

- Stoic Whumpee

- Shy/Scared Whumpee

- Conditioned Whumpee

- Broken Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #3: WHUMPEE SPECIES

- Human (default)

- Vampire

- Werewolf

- Elf

- Dwarf

- Brownie

- Lich

- Hybrid Type 1; (Cat, Dog, Bunny, etc.)

- Hybrid Type 2; (For Example half werewolf half vampire, half human, etc.)

- Aquatic (Mermaid/Merman, Siren, etc.)

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #4: WHUMPEE ADD ONS

- Male Whumpee (default)

- Lady Whumpee

- Enby Whumpee

- POC Whumpee

- Disabled Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

[Reblog with your order, or comment it if you'd like.]

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Hooked

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 29. Set in a Modern-ish AU. After a storm, Eret spends his time finding the merman who saved him from drowning.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Eret

Pairing: Minor Eretcup

Words: 823

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “The easy way or the hard way?”

Whumpee: Eret

Author’s Notes: I originally had a different idea for this one, one that was way more intense and was actually Hiccstrid instead of Eretcup. But this is the fourth year in a row that my (AI-less) Whumptober time did not go as planned because of things entirely out of my control. This month is cursed. :)

So I had to keep that (relatively long) idea for a different day and come up with a shorter idea.

And thus this AU was born!

I honestly only got to write it because I FINALLY got the time to.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Today, just like many days, Eret finds himself staring at the sea. Leaning on the edge of his fishing boat, he stares down into the water. He should be paying attention, he should be casting his nets for today's catch, but instead he's wasting his time staring into the abyss.

About a month ago to the day, Eret's boat got caught in a terrible storm. He knew it was coming, but he still went out anyway, figuring he would be back in time. So instead of the catch of the day, he landed himself in trouble. The waves were wild and merciless, throwing his boat around until it capsized and he found himself in the dark depths he’s now staring into.

It was impossible to tread water, he couldn’t even reach the surface. Legs kicking, arms swinging, lungs burning. He found himself in the exact kind of position no one swimming in a large body of water wants to be in. Desperately reaching for the surface and yet not gaining an inch towards air.

Needless to say, Eret thought he was going to die.

Until…

A shape.

It was almost impossible to see in water so dark, but he could vaguely see it moving. He could’ve sworn it was shaped like a man, yet swam as fluid as a fish.

The last thing Eret remembered were the hands that grabbed him and the eyes that they belonged to. They were distinctly human and yet the pupils said something different. They were too large and they were that way to soak up what little light there was.

The next thing Eret remembers is when two paramedics loaded him into an ambulance to be taken to the local hospital. Obviously he made it or he wouldn’t be here today. But it’s the story behind his survival that adds another layer of weirdness.

Eret was found on a beach. There was a lot of junk left on that beach after the storm, Eret didn’t stand out even a little bit, yet he was found with ease.

Because apparently, someone approached a passerby, led her straight to him and that’s how the paramedics were called.

And now, a month later, Eret still searches for him. The one who saved his life, the owner of the hands that pulled him from the depths and those strange eyes.

Minutes pass by as Eret stares down into the dark water, minutes of seeing nothing below. Whatever or whoever he saw that day, they haven’t been seen since.

He sighs and straightens. Eyes closing, he conjures up the mental image he has of his savior. He can’t help it, they’ve been on his mind for the past month now.

According to the descriptions given to him when he asked around , he was a guy. A tall guy, a lean guy. With a head of auburn hair and striking green eyes. All of that and that he wasn’t wearing too much. A jacket, Eret’s, and that’s it. It was as if he'd “stepped right out of the ocean” as he was told. But there is one part that always seemed to stand out to people; how striking those eyes are.

It’s strange. While Eret’s muddled memory doesn’t allow him to remember every second of his rescue, he doesn’t remember seeing any green.

He just remember his pupils, his hands, and that odd fish-like movement.

He’s been left with questions and a lot of them. He tried to find him on land, he wanted to thank him. While he has no idea what he would be doing swimming in the ocean in the middle of a storm, Eret is grateful.

But it didn’t matter who he asked, he couldn’t find a sign of him. Not on the mainland and not online, a place he doesn’t traverse much anyway.

Or maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough, because there was a part of him that kept telling him that he was just not looking in the right place.

So every day following his last search, Eret took to the sea with his boat- it’s a rental until he can afford a new secondhand one- to catch fish to sell and instead he spends his time staring down into the water. Not for fish, but for something more mystical.

A mermaid. Or merman, he supposes.

The thought almost sounds too crazy, but dragons are real, so why not merfolk? Those who come from a sailor lineage like him know they were real once.

Eret walks over to the wheel and grabs it, planning on moving on. For days on end, he’s been posted in the general area he almost drowned in, hoping to get a glimpse of the one who saved him.

He’s not ready to give up. Whether the easy way or the hard way, Eret will find him somehow.

In a weird way, though he’s the fisherman, he’s also the one who’s been hooked.

[emcscared-whumps]

Behold!!!! The piece that got delayed by my surprise visit to death prevention jail end of last year!

This is my submission to @thewhumpyprintingpress's ABCs of Whump zine!!! It's available for purchase, go check it out :)

I was so excited to participate, and it was such a pleasure :) This piece took a while, and it is right on the edge of my current capabilities as an artist, but it was incredibly fun and rewarding to work on, I'm very proud of how it turned out <3

Featured is my mer shifter boi Pete from my fav project Shifting Phases :) I love him very much and could not resist another oppourtunity to have a work featuring him published.

(I had to scrunch it significantly to get Tumblr to take it ^-^')

[sheepthesmallchicken]

Please give me ways to torture my boy Edwin. Please and thank you 🥺

[pigeonwhumps]

I have a bunch of trans OCs in my series, although the fact that they're trans isn't mentioned much (a few of them I do plan to bring it up, but it hasn't happened yet). I'll list them anyway, though.

Immortal Cannon Fodder features a non-binary main whumpee, Phoenix, and one of the caretakers, Aaron, is a trans man. Brynn, another whumpee and Phoenix's immortal friend who is yet to be introduced, is a trans woman. The series is mostly superhero whump, although the Brynn and Phoenix pieces will be mainly sci-fi whump (since they're both immortal, I can do that with them in canon). I plan to at least mention all three of their transness at some point, and a major reason Phoenix joined the Hero Agency in the first place was because they were kicked out for being non-binary. Indigo, one of the whumpers, is also some flavour of non-binary, but it's not brought up.

In Sanctuary, a BBU series, Anita is a trans woman and Sandy is non-binary. I haven't brought up Anita being trans yet, though I plan to, and Sandy's gender is only in xier pronouns and title. Both of them are caretakers.

Sam and Lucan contains Sam, a non-binary caretaker, who's in the no attention paid to their gender category (a BBU-adjacent series with fantasy elements).

MD-264N contains a genderfluid caretaker as a minor(ish) character, and a non-binary living weapon whumpee (neither of their genders are explicitly stated in the series itself).

Cian and Row features Rowan, a non-binary superpowered whumpee, and Marcia, a trans woman caretaker with wings.

Out of the Water features Robyn, a trans man. The series is pirate and merman whump, and Robyn is a pirate whumpee/caretaker.

Finally, Botanist Whumpee features Silver, a non-binary caretaker.

The series don't all have much written yet, but these are the trans characters I have. I also have a series coming up with a vampire trans man caretaker.

do you know of any good whump series with transgender (including nonbinary and such) characters? whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, it doesnt matter. especially if theres significant attention paid to their being transgender, or it effects their character arc and/or motivations. just about any genre will do.

thanks a million, and no pressure or anything.

yes!! thank you for asking!! the first 2 here pay the most attention to the character being trans, but all of them acknowledge it in some way!

Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset by @not-a-space-alien - 18+ and heed the warnings! but one of my fave whump series ever

Eden by @zillastar13 - new series with regular updates!!

With Bloody Outstretched Hands by @wolfeyedwitch - nonbinary whumpee, everything else on this list features trans men*

No Longer Asking and Seal the Deal by @emmettnet - as well as all other series involving Dirk! i believe a bunch more of emmett's ocs are trans too.

Linden and Colton Part 1 / Part 2 by @whumpzone - 18+, and this is the only one on this list where the trans character is a caretaker instead of a whumpee

*there are a lot of nonbinary whumpees, but most series with nonbinary whumpees usually just use they/them and don't acknowledge the character's transness otherwise (which ofc is totally valid!), and i don't know of any whump series with trans women, which prob has to do with this since people tend to write about characters most like themselves

[hurtthemgently]

The tank

Masterlist

Cw: mer whumpee, drugged, bound and gagged, carried, pinned to floor, put on display, multiple whumpers?, multiple whumpees, vampire whumpee

Let me know if I missed anything?

Wayln gazed at their prize, taking in the mer’s beautiful features. His hair a dark blue, attractive even when soaked and tangled. A cloth separated his delicate lips. His scales glinted dark, black with a blueish sheen. They had yet to see the mer’s eyes, as he lay unconscious and bound in a waterlogged crate. Wayln placed a hand gently to his face and he stirred, eyes opening barely before flinching from the bright light.

“Awake already? You sure slept that off quickly”

The mer started at their voice and struggled away from their touch. His movements were still sluggish and the gag muffled his cries. “Hmm. You could use a little more, but you don’t necessarily need to be relaxed or unconscious.”

The mer’s eyes widened, looking up at his captor for any trace of explanation. “Mmh,” he protested as a hand traced his jaw.

“Well, since you’re awake, let’s get you to your tank” Wayln lifted the mer with little trouble, the drug making his struggles weak. They ignored the mer’s protests, carrying him downstairs to a large room filled with comfy seating. There was a bar to one side of the room and a large tank towards the other.

The mer began struggling in earnest as Wayln approached the tank. He squirmed in Wayln l’s arms as they ascended the steps up to the tank.

Wayln set the mer down gently on the platform, looking down at his pleading expression. They finally had a chance to look at the mer’s eyes. Deep vibrant blue, matching the shimmer in his scales. “Vince really wasn’t kidding about how beautiful you are. Ashe isn’t it? Let’s get that rope off your hands.” The mer held still while Wayln untied the knot.

If they were closer to the water, he could pull them in.. and? What? Drown them? He had no way to get out down the steps without falling, much less out of the building. The hopelessness of the situation dawned on Ashe as his hands were freed.

“I’ll take the gag off if you promise not to try and bite me” Wayln held up a small key out of Ashe’s reach. The mer nodded and lowered his gaze to the floor. He spat out the gag as soon as it was loose and glared up at the one who had taken him here.

“What’s that look for?”

“Is there another expression I should have when looking at my abductor?”

“I suppose not. Has the drug worn off completely?”

“…why should I tell you?”

“Think you’re okay to get in the water?”

The mer gave a small huff and looked at the surface of the water. He reached to pull himself closer when Wayln abruptly lifted him up. Pushing himself out of their arms, he landed hard on his back.

“What was the point of that?”

“Don’t… ah hhh.. touch me.”

“Oh dear, it seems that you don’t quite understand who has power here.” Wayln moved to sit on the mer’s waist and pin his wrists. Ashe gasped and squirmed as they restricted his already painful breathing.

“Get off” he seethed

“Trying to order me around now?”

“Let me… ahhk” Wayln cut his words off by pressing a knee into his ribs.

“You can avoid being made.. uncomfortable, if you listen to what I say and don’t fight me. Is that clear?”

The mer nodded desperately, struggling for breath.

“Good. Well, since you seem okay enough to swim,” Wayln picked up the mer and unceremoniously dropped him into the tank. They watched as he swam to hide behind a faux coral structure, peeking around to look at them.

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Ashe sat in silence at the bottom of the tank. Most of the top was cemented in, the only opening above the waters surface was covered by a padlocked gate. With all possible escape routes too small or too reinforced, the mer was truly and completely trapped.

He watched as people entered the room, among them, his captor. No matter where he went in the tank, he was still in view of part of the room. He curled up in the corner as some of the guests tapped on the glass, sending a pounding noise through the water. The reverberations pummeled against him, hammers slamming his insides. He looked over to Wayln, who didn’t seem to be concerned about him trying to hide, nor about him being hurt by the noise.

After a moment, Wayln left the room. They came back carrying a person who seemed to be asleep. Drugged like Ashe was? He looked to be in his twenties, with dark hair. Completely unremarkable. The guests lost interest in his tank as a new attraction was brought in.

They set the person on one of the couches, where a guest brought his head to her neck. After a second she pushed him away and said something directed at Wayln. Ashe saw a bleeding mark where the person’s mouth had been. Where his fangs had been.

Ashe watched the vampire fall to the floor unconscious while the two were talking. One of the guests lifted him onto a couch and started stroking his hair. Wayln stood and walked to the steps at the opening of the tank, making a pointing motion at the surface of the water. A clear message: come here.

He reluctantly swam towards the gate. Maybe he could get Wayln to stop people tapping on the glass.

“Enjoying the party” Wayln’s taunting was met with a glare from the mer. “If you wanna join in on the fun, I could carry you over to try some venom.”

“Is that all?” Ashe backed away from the gate some, ready to dive back under the surface. He glanced over to where the guests were laugh and talking, an unconscious vampire between them. However bad the tank was, it was the preferable option.

“You seemed to be quite distressed earlier, and that went away when I brought the vampire in.”

“I stopped being distressed when they stopped tapping on the glass.” Ashe hissed at his tormentor.

“Oh, My mistake. One word of advice. They’ll tap more when you hide away, so I’d try not to do that.”

Ashe seethed, wishing there weren’t bars between his hands and Wayln’s neck.

“Maybe you should try that expression on them. You look adorable.” Wayln laughed as the mer swam off with an angry hiss. They walked back down to check on the vampire, who was beginning to stir.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 5: "Let me see"

Also Whump Prompt #13.

CW: inhuman whump, merman whumpee, blood, captivity reference, implied lady whump (very brief)

Bright sunlight slants across the beach, beating down on parched scales and lacerated flesh. The creature gasps for breath, groaning. He lies where the storm had flung him, on the rough sand among the rocks, the tide periodically rising to rinse the blood from his torn tail. A little more hope seems to drain from him each time the sea withdraws He can feel the life withdrawing from his body too, sucked up by the hot sun. He’s seen death in the ocean, in the fragile bones of fish left behind by their devourers, in the bodies of his tribe when their hunt failed. And now he feels it in himself.

Pain shoots through his tail and abdomen. He grits his teeth against it, digging his fingers into the sand, fighting for breath. Dying.

A shadow falls across him. A girl. She stands over him, her long hair hanging disheveled around her face. He hadn’t heard her approach.

“The storm,” she whispers, looking out at the sea and back at him. “The storm must have hurt you. Let me see.”

Unafraid, she bends down. Her fingers touch his torn flesh gently; he winces but doesn’t pull away.

“You’re not too badly hurt,” she says after a moment. Her voice sounds unused. “It’s the sun and air that’s killing you.” She tears a strip off the hem of her dress. “But I can bandage some of your wounds.” Taking his left arm, she wraps the cloth carefully around the gashes cut into his skin by the sharp rocks.

As she works, he watches her hands. There are bruises around her wrists, like the imprint of shackles.

“What happened to you?” he whispers, his throat painful.

Horror flickers in her face. She yanks her hands away, twisting them in the ragged bottom of her dress. “Nothing.” She looks up at the sky, at the clouds gathering where the sun had been. “It’s going to rain.”

@whumping-out-of-time @whumping-to-conclusions @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @febuwhump

[aswallowimprisoned]

Restless far from a Wine Dark sea - Stay with me

Tw captivity, sedation, medical whump, implied very bad medical procedure, guilt, nonhuman whumpee

In all of Logan's career as a negotiator and interrogator, he has never had to convince someone to submit to a vivisection. The experience leaves him feeling uncharacteristically emotional.

RestlessffaWDs' timeline is going off piste for @medwhumpmay

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Logan sat down heavily next to Elias, who slid him a black coffee across the table.

“Did they get him under ok?” Elias asked quietly.

“Yes.” Logan accepted the coffee without meeting Elias’ eyes, “Dr Rana says the vivisection will take 6 hours, then he will be groggy for some time afterwards.” Logan sighed into his coffee, “The pain plus the sedatives makes the wakeup a high risk for flashbacks, but alas…”

“We’ll work something out.” Elias’ voice was assured in a way that Logan’s anthropologist brain knew was faked. “ We’ve done it before, and I know we have to do it again…” 

“You will work something out.” Logan cut him off, “I am just the interrogator that orders him to comply. You are the therapist who picks up the fucked up little pieces afterwards.”  Logan allowed the bitterness to well into his voice, the emotion he masked in every interaction; interactions with the military, interactions with the doctors, interactions with the fucking merman he had just convinced to lie still while they prepared to slice into his body and see what he was made of.

“I suppose so.” Elias was quiet for a moment, “We both have our roles here, and neither of them are easy. But it could be so much worse for that merman than it is. And you prevent that, even if he never sees the effort you make.”

“Couldn’t prevent the vivisection.” Logan could feel himself pouting.

“No, I guess we couldn’t.” Elias stared into his own coffee. 

The silence stretched.

“I… I am glad you are actually talking about your frustration though.” Elias gave Logan a lopsided smile, “You do tend to bottle your emotions…”

“Hmmm, what gave my emotional constipation away?” Logan asked dryly.

“I am a very good therapist,” Elias laughed without humour, “It’s what I am here for after all.”

“It is what we are here for.”

“But seriously, Logan, we can talk about this. You aren’t alone here, and we are probably going to be in this project for the long haul.”

“I don’t want to talk,” The spike of frustration that had welled in him was already smoothing into the familiar indifference his job forced him to take. “I don’t want to talk,” he repeated, “But for now, can you just… stay with me?”

Elias gave him the understanding smile of a man who knew the terrors they had both committed.

“Of course.”

[captain-bo-bob-bobby]

Sometimes I imagine a singular, human Whumper kidnapping a Whumpee of every species; vampire, werewolf, fairy, dhampir, centaur, merman/mermaid, pixie, etc.

Sometimes I imagine several fantasy Whumpers of many species kidnapping a singular human Whumpee to torture altogether and find different ways to keep it miserable.