#mermaid whump

[loonybun]

hooks as restraints, digging under the skin. I think this works particularly well for merfolk whump. If you wanna be really mean, maybe have them hang by the hook. Even if they’re perfectly still, the wound will still grow worse. If they struggle, they’ll just create more pain for themselves. I’ve literally never seen this done before but god i need it asap

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[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

More fantasy whump lol

Human finds tiny, bloody footprints on their bathroom counter, that lead to a fae, curled up behind a tissue box, using kleenex for bandages

Human finds a mermaid unconscious in the water and rehabilitates them in their swimming pool or bathtub; bonus points if it’s actually a kelpie and shapeshifts so it can hunt Human for sport

Whumper forcibly giving Gorgon Whumpee a “haircut” (AKA: decapitating all their little snakes)

Angel painfully sewing, or making wings grow on Human Whumpee so they can “ascend” to godhood

Shapeshifter who isn’t a fluid being; but instead grows and loses body parts (through necrosis) every time they change form

Vampire gets violently attacked by a chupacabra for trying to feed on their goat herd of choice

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[syncope-syndrome]

Mermaid Whump Prompts

Because the whump is better down where it's wetter.

mermaids who have magic in their tears, their hair, their blood, their scales, and have been hunted down relentlessly for them over centuries. some who successfully capture a mermaid harvest them down to the bones, others hold them hostage for years, taking little pieces to preserve their supply and access for as long as possible. those who imbibe in parts of a mermaid are changed by it — a more alluring voice, a sharper gaze, a near-constant thirst, an itch underneath their skin missing the sparks of power that run through it, and there's always, always this need for more. no matter how little or how much is taken, it's never enough. it's never enough.

conversely, that's a human whumpee, given a cure for a terrible illness made from parts of a mermaid and never understanding why they always felt right in some ways and wrong in others. they're as healthy as an ox but they drain bottles of water like a sink. people always listen when they speak but they fantasize about having rooms filled with admirers, glassy-eyed and clinging to their every word. they think themselves strange, maybe even twisted, until they're told why they feel the way they do. their horror is loud... but the itch in their brain is louder.

being trapped in a net, the ropes snagging on scales and bending them back, ripping them off, as the mermaid writhe desperately to try and escape. they're gasping for air and half-smothered in the flopping bodies of suffocating fish, twisted around in a way that they can see them break the surface, watching the lapping waves move farther and farther away and hopelessness creeps in.

a mermaid who's selectively mute, unable to sing or speak when they're near land because their voice is hypnotic and causes nothing but chaos when they do. they've learned to only use their voice for emergencies, and struggle to pick and choose what counts as enough of an emergency to use it.

a mermaid who isn't mute at all, keeps their whumpee at their beck and call with nothing more than honeyed words. by now whumpee knows that they're being hypnotized, but they also know that there's nothing they can do the moment the mermaid speaks, and the mermaid loves seeing the defeat in their eyes melt into vacant subservience.

dehydration as torture.

conversely, accidental dehydration. taking a trip with a friend or lover to a landlocked place and being unable to tell them what they need lest they out themselves.

dragging their heavy bodies across the sand, leaving a trail of blood, water, and a serpentine track in their wake. any other time they're able to crawl along the shore with relative ease, but their arms are growing weaker, their breathing turning to gasps, this damn tail is so, so heavy...

the paranoia around any kind of liquid, anything that could splash on them and dissolve their fragile human form, especially in an environment that's unsafe for them to reveal themselves. every meal, every overcast day outdoors, every accidental splash from a tub or the dog shaking themselves off... the hypervigilance wears them down mentally and physically, trying desperately to stave off panic attacks and bring even more attention to their already attention-grabbing wariness over things humans see as insignificant.

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[nat-1-whump]

🌊 Whump for mermaids

Fantasy whump ideas no. 3

(Both because it's Mermay and to celebrate finally finishing AP exams. I'm using the word mermaid as gender neutral here.)

Mermaid Whumpee gets caught in nets or garbage. Maybe they got captured, maybe they just got tangled up in something floating around, but either way, they're stuck. It restricts their movement so they sink, pinning their tail against itself. They become more vulnerable to Whumper. They panic and start desperately thrashing, but they can't get out, possibly injuring themselves in the process. The thing they're trapped in can cut them, block circulation, suffocate them, etc. Caretaker tries to free them, but they might end up making it worse.

Continuing with nets, getting captured by sailors and getting pulled up onto their boat. Maybe one of the sailors is kind to them and tries to help, but the others treat them like a prisoner, excited to show off their rare catch when they get to shore. Mermaid Whumpee is mistreated horribly, locked in a tiny crate of stale water, fed nothing but whatever scraps the sailors don't want.

Underwater dangers. Mermaid Whumpee can get bit by a shark, scraped on underwater rocks, stung by venomous jellyfish, and more! Since they can't go onto the land to get help, they're stuck trying to treat themselves in the water. Their hands shake as they try to wrap seaweed around their injuries.

Or, if they somehow do end up getting help on land, medical whump (TW for blood). Caretaker tries their best, but they have no idea how to treat a mermaid. Mermaid Whumpee ends up in a little tub of water with barely enough room to move. Blood leaks through the soggy bandages and stains the water red.

Getting beached or washed up on the rocks, struggling to breathe as they frantically try to scramble back towards the water.

Tanks. They get put in a tank that is much too small and gives them no space to hide, putting them on display for Whumper. Whumper taunts them by getting them one of those little fish houses that is much too small. They try to escape by jumping or climbing out, but soon they find that they can't open the door to the room Whumper is keeping them in, and time is running out.

Scales. Mermaid Whumpee's tail is covered in beautiful scales, which Whumper occasionally plucks out to torture them. Their scales might also make them a target for sailors, other mermaids, etc.

Freezing. Since Mermaid Whumpee is pretty much always in water, it's not super hard to freeze them solid. Maybe someone else accidentally turns them into an ice cube while using some ice-related magic too close to the water, or maybe Whumper freezes them in there on purpose. (Look I just really like cold whump okay.)

Actually, just temperature whump in general. Some types of fish need super specific temperatures and can die if the water is too hot or too cold. Whumper can use this to their advantage, threatening to dial up the heat or drop ice into the water depending on which would hurt Mermaid Whumpee more.

(Feel free to add on! Mermaids are more whumpable than I expected lol.)

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[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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[whump-bunny]

Fish Tank

#so I drew this months ago and I think I completely forgot to post it #Mermaid!Asa #AU #OC #Asa #mermaid whump #mermaid trapped in fish tank #merwhump #art

[obsessedwithegos]

based off of the fic I posted earlier :3c Enjoy tiny Runa in a tiny petstore cup <3

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Runa and tiny merwhump: @whumpsday

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 97

Write something inspired by this concept:

A mermaid gets obsessed with a human and uses dark magic to trick him into becoming a merperson too. He has no choice but to follow her into the depths of the ocean.

The problem is, changing into a merman is horribly uncomfortable and traumatizing. As he adjusts to his captivity in an underwater prison, light and air feel like they're a lifetime away.

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[themonstrousmenagerie]

✧.*✧.*✧.*✧The Sea Show part 1✧.*✧.*✧.*✧

The last months were turning into a blur. Kaiyo spent most of them rounding his tank, trying not to hit the walls when his muscles begged for a bigger usage, for bursts of speed in the cold waters of the sea. But there was no ocean. No cold water. Only the Monster and the small, small tank and the collar to make sure he wouldn’t jump out.

He couldn’t see anything beyond the glass, a thick material draped over his prison to hide him from the eyes of humans waiting for entertainment. 

A few months ago it would have bothered him, he would scream, bite, try to escape. But there was no point anymore. Monster wanted him to jump, he would do it to finally fill his belly. He wouldn’t get hurt if he let the humans pet him. He would survive if he listened to them. And that was the last thing he had left.

Everyone in the circus knows those steps. The clicking of the heels on the wooden floor sent shivers down his spine, and couldn’t stop the flinch when the Monster unceremoniously ripped the tank’s cover off, the stage’s lights blinding him for a second.

“Hey big boy,” Their smile is too sharp even for a deep sea monster, while their golden eye stays cold “Looks like the Patrons would like to see you first.”

“Ready to begin the show?”

✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*

The cacophony of sounds around the arena made Kaiyo want to hide, from the smells, the shouts, from all of the shows, the training, from the Monster. All he could do now was to listen to them and get back to mindless rounds in his tank. All slowly exists as the Circus ate away his soul and hopes once his body expires, it would find its way back home.

All the months of training made him seize in place when the Monster rings their bell. One short sound, ‘swim up’. Kaiyo looked up, the trainer was standing just over the tank, looking down at him with this hungry, sadistic eye and a broad smile plastered on their face. Remembering the chain that used to haul him up, the mer eagerly listens to the command, touching the Monster’s outstretched hand with his nose. He can hear a quiet click and despises how it makes him feel happiness and relief. It means ‘good job’, he won’t be hurt now. 

“My dear Kaiyo comes from the far east sea, where he would come dangerously close to the shore and take the fishermen’s catch. While the residents wanted him killed, I have decided to save him, and in gratitude, he works here.” The mer can do nothing but grinds his teeth and let the Monster tell the fake story. His family was in the waters first. And then the humans invaded their territory, scaring away the shoals, forcing him to get closer and closer to the shore for food. And they caught him. He couldn’t even say a proper goodbye, the net hauling him from the sea and onto the ship’s deck in a few seconds. And the months on the road, when the Monster beat him into obedience, making him seek a fucking clicking sound and fear a head pat. He hated it, hated them, HATED THE WHOLE CIR-

Two short bells, ‘roll over’. His body thoughtlessly moved, showing his unprotected belly. He did not wince when the heels of their boots stabbed into his skin when the trainer walked on him, talking to the crowd about what he would do. If he focused, he could imagine his home, the sea full of life, cold water, his family grooming his scales, and the sun warming his body on the rocks. He wasn’t in the claustrophobic tank, the Monster using their power over him to reduce him to a simple show animal, and the fact that he let them do it. There was no going back, and all he could do was to reduce his pain before he died. He would not admit that each day spent there the thought was getting more and more appealing. A quiet whimper left his lips when the show master finally stepped off from him and he could once again immerse his whole body in the water. 

“Now, I ask you, Gentlemen, Ladies, and other Dear Guests, should our boy show what his powerful tail can do, or are you more interested in his hunting skills? I’m sure he would love to show you both of the activities”.

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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1183

@cyborg0109 asked: 

Do you have any prompts for a mermaids tail being amputated?

Sure:

Maybe they’re tossed back into the ocean, unable to swim and doomed to drown. 

I'm sort of obsessed with the idea of a human doctor creating some kind of prosthetic. Its heavy and clunky and takes a long time to get used to. Maybe it hurts to use for extended periods. Maybe in the future, when the mermaid is ‘let go’, they come across their saviour again, though this time, they’ve fallen overboard/drowning. Maybe they’re adrift on a boat and need direction. 

^ Maybe during their time with the caretaker, they have to keep being sponged down with water - or they’re set up in a ‘hospital tank’ or sorts. (A kiddy pool/the backyard pond)

What is the nature of the amputation? Was it necessary after an infected injury? Were they trapped under/in something and it was the only way for them to survive? Was this done by a fisherman hunting for mermaid meat?

Do their society recognise them? Are they cast out because of their amputation? 

Do they keep a scale/part of their fin as a reminder of what they used to have?

After the event, do they wash up on the shore, near death?

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[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.

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[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

🖼 - put on display and/or 💅 - nonconsensual body modification for maybe Shae or Myla?

From Nonhuman Whump Emoji Prompts - Dark/NSFW Edition Author's Note: Trying to do some shortie short prompt fills~ Content Warnings: mermaid whump, female whumpee, piercings, nonconsensual body modification, put on display, held captive, dehydration, passing out

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Breathing out of water is hard enough without pain. At the first pierce of a needle through Myla's tailfin she wheezes and arches off of the cold slab of metal her captor used to lift her from the small tank where she's been kept. The mermaid's tail thrashes and knocks the piercing gun from the human woman's hand and yanking the needle out even more painfully than it went in.

"Dammit, you're going to damage her!"

"Well then help me hold her down!"

A second, much larger human looms in Myla's vision before pinning her down by her arms. The first retrieves the piercing gun and moves to sit on the mermaid's tail before resuming her task.

With each puncture Myla jerks a little; she never grows accustomed to the fierce pain, only grows too weak to do more than tremble in response. She squeezes her eyes shut against too-bright fluorescent lights and lets her head loll to one side.

Unconsciousness is a gift.

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Hours later Myla slowly wakes to find herself sprawled on a floor of sand, surrounded by artificial rocks and plants. This tank is new - larger and more ornate. The water is cooler and fresher, and even moving a little thanks to pumps disguised as coral.

Whatever relief she feels is quickly replaced by a dull ache from her head to the tips of her fins. Myla reaches with a shaking hand to feel her gills. They're so tender and sore that even the lightest touch makes her whimper. Something has been driven through the skin, held fast on either end by round studs.

Eventually she forces herself to sit up, needing to see what has been done to her.

Strings of fake pearls and shells adorn her tail, wrapped in a spiral from her hips to the end. They are attached to metal rings driven through the fins on either side of her tail. Matching pearls as well as sparkling gems have been pierced into her tailfin, the gills along her sides, the gills on her neck and her webbed fingers and ears. Not an inch of her has been spared.

Now humans gather outside the glass to gawk at her - bejeweled and beautiful, lying perfectly for their photos because moving hurts so much.

Myla meets each gaze. At first it is a silent plea. Someone care. Someone help.

But as the hours stretch on her stare hardens. All that fear and sadness twists and sharpens into hatred. She imagines herself rising from the floor and tearing the jewelry from her body, sending the humans screaming and running away as their pretty creature lashes out in a flurry of rage and blood...

Instead she lies still until the humans all leave and the lights go out. Only then does she rise from the ground.

Myla's soul and body ache. She swims to the farthest corner, collapsing into the sand where she cries herself to sleep.

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[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

I know you've done similar with sirens/mermaids, but do you know that Japanese dish where you eat a paralyzed yet live fish? That but with some sort of mermaid/siren. For your angsty, gorey pleasure to boost you from writer's block. Hang in there, we know the feeling. 🥹

Oh boy can I do that!! Thank you so much, friend. I'm always open to writing anything regarding butchering, cooking, and/or eating sentient fantasy species. It's one of my favorite concepts.

TW: eating a living person, cruelty, character death, mermaid whumpee, human whumpers, multiple whumpers

Verity and Caroline took their seats at the seafood restaurant, holding hands over the polished wood table. They looked at the other tables to see what kind of food they could expect at this restaurant, renowned for its unique selection of exotic seafood.

A whole extended family sat at the longest table in the room, digging into a twenty foot tentacle of a juvenile kraken. A group of men in suits shared a platter of giant squid eyes, each the size of a basketball. A woman sat alone, eating sea anemone the same shades of blue and red as her hair.

"May I interest you and your wife in our Ikizukuri options?" the waiter asked. He wore thick framed glasses and a fake smile. "They're discounted today. Of course, we have many other kinds of food if you're looking for something a little less animated."

"What's Ikizukuri?" Caroline asked, slightly mispronouncing the word.

"A dish originating in Japan," the waiter ssaid, rattling off a well practiced explanation. "It literally translates as served alive. Sea creatures like fish are prepared to be eaten alive."

"That sounds like a really interesting experience," Caroline said brightly. "What do you think, honey?"

"It sounds a bit morbid," Verity said. "Do you really want to eat something that's still breathing?"

"Yes. I think it would be very interesting."

After a moment of hesitation, Verity smiled at Caroline. "Well, it's our anniversary. Spoiling my lovely wife is definitely on the table."

"Wonderful," the waiter said. "Please follow me. I'll show you today's selection."

Caroline picked up her small red purse from the table before following after the waiter. Verity put their arm around her waist, a familiar gesture of affection.

They entered a room far larger than the seating area. Other than the door they came in and the door leading to the kitchen, all of the wall space was taken up by massive fish tanks. More similar to what might be found in a zoo than any Red Lobster display.

"Interesting fish," Verity remarked, looking at a school of exotic, bright green fish swimming in circles.

Before the waiter could tell them what the fish was called, Caroline interupted with a gasp of delight.

"Is that a mermaid?" she asked, staring at a creature in the water far above her.

The mermaid noticed her and tried to swim away, but there was nowhere secretive for it to disappear to. Its gorgeous scales glimmered shades of blue and gray under the artificial lights. Long tentacles flowed from her body, a jellyfish like imitation of human hair. Scales adorned its whole body, so different from childish versions of mermaids with the skin of women on their faces and chests.

"Yes," the waiter said. "All our mermaids are bred in captivity. We only buy from farms of the best of quaility."

"I've never tried mermaid before," Caroline said to Verity. "I'd really like to try it."

Verity pursed their lips. Mermaid was very pricey. Not as expensive as kraken or griffin, but an extreme dip into the bank account of a middle class couple. But they had set aside plenty of money for their tenth anniversary, and Verity didn't want to ruin Caroline's adventurous fun.

"That's a wonderful idea," Verity said. "I've always wanted to try mermaid."

"Is that gray the one you want?" the waiter asked. "The grays tend to be very fatty. Some people prefer more lean meat, but I'm not sure on your tastes."

"I like fatty meat," Verity said. "It has a nice texture."

Caroline nodded in agreement.

"We usually drench them in soy sauce to reduce the likelihood of the uncooked meat transmitting illnesses," the waiter said. "It destroys a lot of harmful bacteria. I'll take your order to the chefs if you would seat yourselves again."

Verity and Caroline walked back to their table. The lights made from lit candles in old soda bottles interested Verity, and they stared at them while Caroline talked. They liked listening to their wife talk. The subject didn't really matter. She had such a wonderful voice, with inflections in all the right places.

Multiplr waiters carried out the mermaid on a wooden serving platter. The mermaid was four feet long, larger than it had looked in the tank. It laid atop steaming hot noodles. Everything was drenched in interesting sauces of differing colors and consistency. The dish smelt as salty as the ocean populated by wild mermaids.

"That looks delicious," Caroline said gleefully.

"I'm glad to hear that," the waiter said. "Be careful, the noodles are very hot. But the mermaid should be cool enough to start on. Can I get you anything else?"

"Do you serve alcohol?" Verity asked.

"Of course. The drink menu is on the table beside you."

Verity and Caroline took turns looking over the drink menu, before ordering sake for Verity and vodka for Caroline. The waiter disappeared and came back a moment later with their drinks, leaving the bottles on the table next to the glasses.

"Here's to us," Verity said, raising the small cup of sake. "And our ten years of marriage."

Caroline raised her glass of vodka in agreement. They both took a drink of their respective alcohols, finding them ridiculously strong tasting. A perfect way to wake them back up after a day full of celebrating with friends and siblings.

The mermaids gills spasmed as it tried desperately to breathe, a literal fish out of water. Verity felt secretly relieved that it would probably die of shock or suffocation instead of from being eaten. But mermaids ate each other in the wild, so it was hardly a moral conundrum.

Caroline cut out a chunk of the mermaid's tail and ate it. A smile lit up her face. "You have to try that. It's delicious. And I know you like salt."

The piece of the mermaid's arm Verity tried struck a good balance between savory and salty. They appreciated Caroline's judgment in ordering this, and ignored the mermaid's weak struggling as they continued to eat its still living flesh.

Mermaid blood gave the noodles a sweet flavor, complementing the salt filled sauces. Caroline and Verity disagreed on what the best part of the mermaid was. Caroline preffered the delicate gills and Verity the fatty flesh of the stomach.

The mermaid was long dead by the time they wrapped up their anniversary meal. Not yet done with the mermaids body or the noodles, they took them home with them. Verity carried the heavy takeout box to save their wife the trouble, and earned themself a kiss on the cheek.

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[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 14, I finally wrote a story about a Mer-whumpee, I've wanted to do that for a while. Please enjoy.

"Feed me poison, fill me 'till I drown" / Flare / Water Inhalation / "Just hold on"

Captain Jones stood on the deck of his ship, The Grand Voyage. He watched as the crew hurried to prepare to set sail. They had to carry cargo across the Gilley Sea.

"Hurry up daylight is wasting", his right hand, Sellervan called out to the crew, "the captain is ready to go."

"I'm not ready yet" Captain Jones whispered, "our good luck charm hasn't appeared yet to tell me how the waters are looking", Jones peered over the ship to the water and sighed.

"Did they say they were coming?", Sellervan glanced over the side as well.

"Aye, they did", Jones turned back to the crew, "I hope they appear soon.

"Ahoy Captain", was yelled from the side of the ship.

Captain Jones and Sellervan looked back down into the water.

"There you are", Jones called down, "I was afraid you forgot, or didn't want to come."

"No captain, just got stuck in some net", the being called back up, "I startled that poor fisherman again."

"Let's introduce you to the crew", Sellervan called down, "do you want to come up, or have them look at you?"

"I'll come up."

As Sellervan sent down a basket to bring the friend up, Captain Jones called all the crew to gather.

"So I know some of you have sailed with me in the past, and have met our friend already, but for those who haven't. We have another person in the crew that makes us a little different of a sailing vessel", Jones smiled, "I befriended this being a few years ago when they rescued me and a few mates, Sellervan included, during a shipwreck."

The basket was finally hovering above the deck, and Sellervan tied it down.

The new crew members gasped as some of the seasoned Grand Voyagers waved at their old friend."

"This is Caspian, they are what most of you consider a merperson, they are of the merpeople tribe, Gilleys, and they live here in the Gilley sea", Jones smiled at their friend.

"Caspian has sailed with us for a long time now, they are able to read the water, and have been the reason my journeys are safe", Jones continued, "they will not be able to be aboard here for long without water, but will be swimming beside the ship. You may also catch them holding onto the ship when they get tired."

Caspian waved at the crew and then jumped out of the basket into the water, their tail glistened in the high sun.

Sellervan came forward smiling, "Caspian is to be respected as part of our crew, and will be a big help to us along the journey. If you have any questions you can ask me, Captain Jones, or just holler over the side at them, they are happy to talk to any of you and answer questions."

"There is one thing to cover though. This ship has an enemy. A ship called Fletcher is run by an old mate of mine, they are constantly attacking us, and trying to capture Caspian to sell. We have to look out for them. They are trouble."

Sellervan looked into the water again, "how are the waters right now?"

Caspian glided their hands over the water as most of the crew collected to the side of the ship to watch.

"The waters feel good, I would head east for a few miles though, you might get a little tossed if you go straight through", Caspian called up.

Captain Jones smiled, "we'll set sail, once the crew is ready."

"Captain", Caspian called up.

Jones looked over

"May I speak to you by the dock, in private."

Jones met Caspian by the dock where the ship was being loaded.

"Is everything okay?", Jones frowned.

"The Fletcher has been sailing around a lot, a few of us are coming very close to being caught", Caspian frowned, "you have to be careful, he's desperate now. Once he sees your ship he'll know I'm around. I've started carrying a shark tooth to cut nets and lines just in case."

Captain Jones nodded in understanding, "thankyou for the warning, I'll let Sellervan know."

They set sail east as Caspian recommended, most of the crew excitedly called down to Caspian as they did their duties.

Caspian kept close beside the ship, accidentally hitting it a few times.

"Easy Caspian, we don't need to run you over", Sellervan glanced over the side, then went back to the wheel.

Sellervan was told about the Fletcher, and had concerns, but he had no choice. This cargo had to go, and the Grand Voyage was the ship to do it.

Night approached, and the crew rested. Little did they know trouble was brewing. The Fletcher had been watching them from port, and had followed their trail. Caspian couldn't even feel them at the distance they went.

Caspian jumped when they felt the ship moving closer. Was it the Fletcher? It stopped. I need to alert Captain. They started to bang on the ship, no one answered. They sighed.

They dived deep, and swam to the near by ship. It was dark.

Captain Jones woke up the next morning, and peered over the ship to see Caspian.

"Caspian, where are you mate", he called.

"Captain we have a problem", Sellervan stood behind him, and pointed their attention to the Fletcher. "You don't think Caspian went over their do you?"

"Aye, knowing Caspian he tried to get our attention then swam over to it to investigate", Jones frowned, "alert the crew."

A flare rose from the ship Fletcher.

"We have a war, and Caspian is a prisoner in it", Jones started to command his crew in what to do. The ship started to glide towards the Fletcher.

As they approached, they noticed a rope hanging from the side of the Fletcher, they saw something shimmering down in the water.

"That's Caspian's tail", Jones frowned.

Caspian head popped out of the water, "no Captain go back", they yelled, "please."

The Flether's captain appeared, "here to see my new catch", they laughed.

The rope started to get pulled up. Caspian hung by their wrist, they weakly looked up. They needed to be swimming to breathe correctly in the water. They coughed out some blood from the lack of breathing.

Captain Jones grabbed the side of his ship, "let them go, your gonna kill them."

"They don't need to be alive for sale", the other captain laughed.

"Caspian just hold on", Jones yelled down as Caspian was dropped back into the water.

Caspian used their last bit of energy to bob up to the surface and nodded before going back under.

"Please your going to drown them", Jones yelled again.

"Like I said I don't care", the Fletcher captain laughed, "who even knew you could drown one of these."

Jones shot a worried glance at Sellervan.

"I'm here Captain, we can do it", Sellervan frowned.

Jones grabbed hold of a rope and jumped across to the Fletcher. There were only a few crew members. No one really wanted to join that ship's crew due to how awful and insane the captain was.

Sellervan told the crew what to do then jumped into the water to cut Caspian free.

The captain yelled at the crew, to stop him. They were all busy with Jones. Honestly, no one really wanted to jump in the water to stop Sellervan either.

The Fletcher captain grabbed his gun, and aimed for Sellervan. Jones caught sight of it and ran after him.

"Sellervan, you're being targeted ", Jones yelled, as he reached the Fletcher captain and tackled him to the ground.

"I'm putting an end to this", Jones frowned, "no more, you are a danger to these waters and its people."

Captain Jones lifted the gun and aimed at the Fletcher's Captain.

"Wait, you can't kill me", the captain waved their hands.

"There is no law out here that says I can't, I will take your crew prisoner, kill you and burn your ship", Jones frowned, "you may have killed my friend and you want mercy."

The captain looked at him wide-eyed, "take me prisoner as well then."

"I don't allow trash on my ship."

**bang**

The remaining crew members were moved to the Grand Voyage and held under the ship.

After starting the fire, Jones boarded his ship again.

Sellervan had made it aboard already. He had laid out Caspian on the deck. The crew gathered around hoping to see life.

Caspian wasn't moving.

"Shit", Jones frowned.

"I need... water", Caspian weakly mumbled.

Jones quickly hoisted the merperson up and jumped into the water with them. No time for questioning, no time to remember Jones really couldn't swim.

Jones released Caspian and watched him drift motionless. Sellervan tossed in a buoy.

"You can't swim idiot", Sellervan called down.

Jones struggled over to it and held on, watching Caspian.

"Swim dammit", he pushed some water towards Caspian, and splashed them.

Caspian moaned but finally moved a little. They dived under the water and swam around as best they could. They were finally able to get some good breaths in.

Caspian resurfaced, and coughed a little, "I thought I was a goner."

"What were you doing?", Jones frowned, "you could have been killed. How did they get you?"

"I tried hitting on the side of your ship to get someone's attention, I wasn't sure if it was the Fletcher, so I swam over. I got caught and used as bait."

Jones sighed and held out their arm. They slipped off of the buoy and went under the water.

"Captain", Sellervan yelled.

Caspian dived under the water and grabbed him.

"Speaking of almost being killed", Caspian held up Jones, "I'm too weak to hold him up, Sellervan send down the basket."

Jones smiled, "this reminds me of when you rescued us that night, you had to hold up a ring of men until help arrived."

Caspian helped Jones into the basket, "I remember. All the people who could swim were unconscious, and the people awake couldn't swim."

"I'm so glad you are okay", Jones smiled as he was hoisted back up, "we should get going though, that ship in engulfed we need to get away from it."

Caspian started to swim, a little slower than normal, but gaining strength.

Jones didn't take his eyes off of Caspian for most of the journey. They almost lost their friend, they would have never forgiven themself for that. They also commissioned someone to do night duty so Caspian could get someone's attention if they needed to.

Caspian happily swam with the ship again, that's all that truly mattered.

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

From the recent mermaid ask game 1, 8 and 10?

I love MerMay and this prompt list looks great!

Thanks any if its a no, 🫧 bubble anon🫧

Hi Bubble Anon! I’d love to! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

From this ask game

Whumper strode along the beach, looking out at the water, the sun giving it a beautiful shimmer. Whumper often liked to come here to admire the scenery and look for seashells. Whumper carried a bag with them to collect the little treasures they found in the sand. Little did they know that today’s find would be much better than a seashell.

Whumper was just about to pick up a sand dollar when something glittery caught their eye. Whumper strode closer and just barely stifled a gasp. Sharp rocks trapped a resplendent fish’s tail. There was red seeping out of it, and on the other side of the tail was the upper half of a person. Their breathing was labored and shallow, and their eyes were closed. Their long, wet hair clung to their face, and their webbed ears poked out between the strands. Sparkling scales decorated their upper half here and there. They were the most stunning creature Whumper had ever seen.

Whumper gingerly climbed over the rocks to where the merperson lay. They slowly and carefully freed the merperson’s tail from its trap. They lifted the merperson in a bridal carry. The blood from their tail dribbled onto Whumper’s skin, but Whumper didn’t care. To them, even their blood was beautiful.

Whumper turned back the way they had come, carrying the unconscious merperson with them. It was as if the sea had dropped off a gift just for them, and Whumper intended to take very good care of it.

…

Whumpee stirred against something hard. They opened their eyes to a plain, white bathroom. Whumpee looked around in confusion, their head whipping around when they heard the sound of a door opening.

“Oh my,” a stranger said, “you’re awake.”

The stranger bent down against the rim of the bathtub, which Whumpee realized they were laying in, and reached out to stroke Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee flinched back, their tail splashing in the water.

“Oh no, darling, don’t do that!” the stranger said quickly, “you’ll aggravate things.”

Whumpee followed the stranger’s gaze to their tail. There were soft, white bandages wrapped snugly around it. Whumpee looked back at the stranger with wide, fearful eyes.

“Don’t look so frightened,” the stranger cooed, “I’m not going to hurt you. I spent a good half-hour tending to you.”

“Who-” Whumpee swallowed, “who are you? Where am I?”

“My name is Whumper,” the stranger answered, “and you’re home, little one.”

“Home?”

Whumper nodded, a sparkle in their eye.

“The bathroom is only temporary, of course,” Whumper said, “I’ve already ordered better living arrangements for you. The tank should be here in a few days.”

“Tank?” Whumpee asked, “I don’t understand-”

“Don’t you?” Whumper tilted their head, “I’ve rescued you from the harsh, unforgiving sea. You’re going to live with me now, safe and cared for.”

“Wha- no!” Whumpee cried, “no, I have to get back. I have to go home. Please, take me home!”

“Little one, you are home,” Whumper said, standing up, “you need to accept that, or you won’t acclimate as well.”

Whumper started to leave. When they got to the door, they turned to look at Whumpee.

“I’m going to go do some research, but I’ll be back soon,” Whumper promised.

Whumper closed the door behind them. Whumpee looked around the small bathroom again. Their breaths came in short gasps and their eyes went wide. They were trapped, and there was nothing they could do about it.

ko-fi

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[sordayciega]

This picture inspired some mermaid whump thoughts. I don’t know who the artist is, but full and complete credit to them.

This post is vague but still is about whump (this is more just me ranting about mermaids and whump)

cw: BBU (box boy universe), tiny whumpee, giant whumpee, mermaid whumpee, genderless whumpee, medical whump, magic whump, drugging, training, whipping, beating, tying up (lol is there a term for this? physical restraints?), asphyxiation, and drowning. All are mentioned but nothing is crazy detailed!

- Mermaid whumpees come in all different sizes! Just like fish: Guppies, Carp, Arapaima, or Whale Sharks!

A tiny, little whumpee mermaid, small enough to fit in a metal sardine can. The packaging is ironic and amusing to Whumper, who ordered the little fishy as a way to treat themselves.

Slightly bigger mermaids the size of house cats, large enough to swaddle like a wet aqua baby!!! Maybe a little cuddle comfort after being whipped :D.

Mermaids the size of large dogs (Mastiffs or Great Danes), a little smaller than humans, so perfect for dragging around by the tail~

Giant, slow mermaids the size of whale sharks. It would be hard to keep them obedient with just the threat of force, so maybe a little magic whump, psychological whump, or medical drugging whump would be needed! Lots of interesting possibilities with giant whumpees!

- Mermaid whumpees come in all shades and colors!

Vibrant pinks and oranges like coral,

Shimmery oranges and yellow like goldfish,

Striped like Angel fish,

Light on the belly and dark on the top like sharks,

Rich purples, reds, and blues like Betta fish

Whumpers who collect whumpees want to one day have one mermaid of every color and shade to look at and touch. Or, Whumper likes to show off their mermaids and train them to perform dances and tricks based on their colors (dancing with ribbons or fans that match their colors).

- Cool features of different fish species have stayed present in some mermaid races.

The ability for tiny, clownfish mermaids to touch anemone that would otherwise harm other mermaid races.

For pufferfish mermaids to be able to blow up their tail to ward off predators. It doesn’t work well on Whumpers who capture them in nets tho :,(

Shark mermaids can’t stop swimming or else they sink! Some sharks must swim to breathe, but others can breathe while stationary. Sharks don’t have swim bladders, so they can move from shallow waters to very deep waters with no risk of a swim bladder exploding (since they don’t have one). Fish mermaids have swim bladders, so they cannot undergo extreme depth changes!

Whumper likes to force shark mermaids to stop swimming so they can watch them sink and rise and sink and rise and sink and rise. Simply for Whumper’s amusement. If whumpee sinks or rises without being commanded to do so, Whumper weighs their fins down so they can’t move anymore :]

An eel mermaid whumpees can range from 2 inches to 13 feet, like real eel species. Some eels actually breathe oxygen through the air, so they need to resurface to breathe every ≈10 minutes. Whumper really enjoys making whumpee stay under the water for until they nearly pass out to see how long they can go without air. Their record is 12 minutes and 4 seconds <3.

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The possibilities are genuinely endless with how many fish species + mermaid combinations you can make, plus adding species specific traits their race can have makes for fun little quirks for each Whumpee!

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