All my injured children.

Give me living bioweapons, whose very blood is toxic, whose drained on the daily to keep up supply and demand.

Give me magical or super powered whumpee who would never hurt people of their own free will, but Whumper is controlling them. Perhaps with simple mind control, or perhaps with drugs that show Whumpee their greatest fears, that make them lash out to defend themself, only to inadvertently hurt whoever's Whumper points them at.

Give me Whumpee who is doing Whumper's bidding only to save someone they care about. Whumpee who walks freely and has what looks like a normal life, but drops everything when they get one call, one name, one target.

They're used as leverage. But the problem is, whoever has them has no use to bargain with their group yet. So they're captured, in enemy cells, and just... kept there.

Eventually the captors trade Whumpee to another group. But they also don't have a use for them right now. They're just too important to say no, because one day, they'll be worth it.

So Whumpee gets traded around. They lose all understanding of who they're with. What they want. All they know is that everyone hates them, and they're nothing here.

🔱 Mermay Whump YCH Raffle 🌊

To celebrate the Mermay (and also the fact that there are almost 300 of you out there following me) I'm holding my second YCH raffle for the whump community!

What's being raffled?

The finished art will be a greyscale rendered sketch of any character you want (as a mermaid), in the pose seen above. Any body type, hair, etc. are fine. You can also:

add injuries/bruises/blood

add accessories/clothes

change the expression

make it NSFW

add speech bubbles or captions

Rules:

To enter, please reblog this post. That's all!

You don't have to be following me to enter (but I do these sometimes and post cool whump stuff so, yknow, you could.)

The raffle will end on May 10th, and one winner will be drawn via a random name picker. The draw will happen around 4pm GMT (10am CST).

I will DM / send an ask to the winner to let them know they've won. They then have 24 hours to confirm, or I'll pick a new name.

[Optional] In your reblog tags tell me about your mermaid/aquatic whumpees!

when they tend my hands, they don't look at me.

I saved them. they know that.

(but they don't look me in the eyes anymore.)

the burns are healing slowly. I can bend my fingers a little on my own again, and I don't cry anymore when Kayta helps stretch them further, or changes out from one set of splints to another. she'll talk to me, anyway, when she rubs the salve into my hands and my arms, even if she's a little flinchy sometimes. not like Roy or anyone else when they come by to help.

there are some nights I dream about the battle, the raiders coming out of the woods and the clash of blades and the screams from the burning houses. and somehow it always ends before it gets to my part - I'm always still running, always knowing I'll have to do it, always waiting till the right moment. to spare as many of our people as I can, before I call the lightning through my hands, mana-wrought and desperate.

(I walked out that way to see, once I could stand up for that long. there's just ashes left, not even timbers. not even bones.)

Kayta tells me that no one is angry at me. that they know I did what I had to do to protect us.

(Kayta knows I lost control. she knows what it's supposed to look like when I cast. she knows.)

strapped down to a table, so much so that they literally can't move. maybe they tried to struggle as they were being restrained but now there's nothing they can do. and who knows how long they're gonna be there?

a really intense gag, because who wants their experiment screaming? maybe it's metal and padlocked

dragged back to their cell room at the end of the day, too exhausted to do anything but hang limply (I'm imagining them being dragged by two people who are holding each of their arms)

branded. that's it that's the whole bullet point

handcuffed to a chair in the middle of a room where a business meeting is taking place.

dressed in black tie, and then tied and gagged at the head of the table as whumper conducts a fancy dinner party.

pinned to a wall of an office or living room or private study like a butterfly under a case, hands impaled and bleeding freely.

left to dangle from their wrists in a public location, under an arch or a stairway maybe.

kept in a hanging cage in a trophy room amidst the tokens of whumper's previous conquests.

chained to the foot of a throne, forced to kneel at all times, a permanent reminder of whumper's absolute power over both them and the realm they just won.

lugged around to wherever Whumper happens to want to take them, led to parties or events via a leash attached to a collar, hands bound behind their back so they can't even brace their fall if Whumper tugs too hard.

left overnight in a public place, tied to a fencepost or dangling from a tree branch. everyone knows exactly who left them there, and who they belong to, and so no one would dare touch them to help.

tied up and used as a human dartboard in some seedy beer hall.

restrained in a brutally demanding stress position and left to wobble and pant and squirm in a lobby or entrance of some underground organization as a reminder of what happens to anyone who tries to doublecross the boss.

There’s this one whump fic that I fell head over heels for when I first read it but now I cannot for the life of me find it. It was about this guy (he was some soldier I think) who gets kidnapped and taken into space by someone (I’m pretty sure either was one of his colleagues). Then when they’re on another planet he gets sold to this crazy guy who everyone on earth thinks is dead.

This colleague then tells everyone on earth that the mc is dead so now he’s stuck on this planet getting tortured by a crazy man.

Please I need to read it again, if you recognise it PLEASE tell me what it was called. I am on my knees

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.

tagged and chipped so they can't leave

endlessly chased and caught and probably hurt by people who may or may not see them as more than mere beasts, who may or may not care how rough they are with their prey

centaurs hit with tranquilizing darts, dryads and werebeasts caught in traps, mer with scars all over their bodies from how many times they've been hooked

maybe their tags are logged every time they're caught, so the preserve owners can track who's an easy mark, and who's a challenge

maybe there are some who have never been caught, who outwit or outrun the hunters every time, and the owners auction them off, giving the winning bid a tracker that links with their chip, making it an unfair fight

Imagine having no legs and being physically incapable of running away from your captor. Being kept in dry areas away from water. Scales and skin becoming dry and flaky, lungs breathing in such dry air it hurts. Sore throat, sore lungs, sore body. You could do so much.

How did the whumpee get captured? Were they caught by a fisherman in a massive net? Or perhaps a spear hunter shot a harpoon through their tail. Maybe they were even taken as an egg and hatched in a lab.

And what happens after? Were they tested on? Turned into sushi? Sent to a museum? Kept in an unfit, small aquarium?

How would they try to escape? Would they befriend a sailor caretaker who sneaks them back out to sea? Squirm their way through dirty sewer pipes? Use their hands to crawl their way out? Roll across the floor? Flop across it like the fish they are?

There's a lot you can do depending on how you wanna make your mermaids, too. Like if they can breathe air at all. Are they like fish and need it, or are they air breathers who can hold their breath for long periods of time? Can they speak? Do they eat fish or see them as friends? Do humans see them as animals or equals? Are they common as goldfish kept as pets, or mystical and elusive?

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three

Three friends traveling to the city stop off at a hunters camp to purchase a vampire for one of them to research at the university he will be attending. They purchase something a little different instead.

And I cavort

With man and beaste

Of evry sorte

I play goode triks

Like pulling tales

And steeling coin

And ringin bells

But wen I want

To cos reel fuss

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