mermaid

Another old artwork. My OC.

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Medicate the water of your aquatic whumpees.

Add a paralytic to your merfolk's tank, trap a water elemental and drip a sedative onto them and watch it absorb, coursing through their whole body.

lab merman AU part 13 🚙

Time for our boys to make a valiant escape!

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Hey, so I'm working on this comic about a merman who gets knocked out and abducted by one of the locals. The guy keeps the merman in a tank for five years, planning to show him off to his friends. The merman is stuck in the tank with no way out and starts to lose hope. But then, as luck would have it, the rich guy gets old and hires his nephew to take over. The question is, will the nephew be the one to save the merman?

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lab merman AU part 9

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Thank You For Fish

CW: Aftermath of torture, caretaking, glass in skin, captivity, loneliness, isolation, mer whumpee

For @whumptober 2022, day 2: cornered / caged

Signs of the Sea Masterlist, follows directly after Creeping Ambition

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The sound of the mer’s cry echoes off the ceiling and walls, his back arching, fin slapping down against flat with a heavy smack. 

“Sssshhhh, hold still. Just a few more.”

The mer whistles and looks up to where the Bahram looms over him. The human man lays a hand on his cold shoulder, palm warm and soft compared to the mer. Brown with red and pink and beige beneath looks odd, in the mer’s eyes, much stranger than the familiar cool grayish-white of the mer’s rubbery, waterproof skin. 

“Just a few more,” The Bahram repeats, and his thumb rubs, soothing, back and forth. Laid out on the platform over the small circle of water he must live in alone, the mer closes his eyes, breathing the water-heavy air through flared nasal slits, gills flat against his neck. 

There’s a pause. “I’m sorry,” the Bahram says, voice low. 

Then sharp bright pain spikes at his left hip and he whistles, his tail twitching and jerking. “Nnnnn… nnnnnnooo, Bbhhh-rrrmmm,” He wails, forcing his lips to form the clumsy, noisy syllables around his sharp fangs, to shift his tongue in their blunt song-speak. 

“It’s okay,” The Bahram repeats, his jaw set and hard. “Just two more. Hold still for me, just two more…”

The pain suddenly rises again, a wave slamming the mer against a dry hot shore.

 "Got it!“

"Nnnnoooooooo!” The mer’s head smacks back into the platform as a glass shard is pulled out from burying itself so deep that Kima feels hot dark blood well up over the skin below his navel. “Nnnnnooooo, sssssstuh-… puh-”

“I can’t,” The Bahram says, but he pauses, lowering his head. His chin dips, and the mer opens his eyes and whimpers as he watches the saltwater dripping from the Bahram’s, running down his face like floodwaters finding the sea. “I have to clean it all up, Kima, it’s my-… my job-”

“Nnnno hurrrrt, nnnnoooo…” Kima’s voice rises to a shriek, and he jerks upwards only to have the Bahram’s strong hand lay flat on his chest to force him back into his back. “Nonono-… Nnnno, nnnno-”

“Last one,” The Bahram says, but the mer barely hears the words over his own whistling keens, and they mean nothing, only sounds. 

The last piece of glass is the worst. 

“Okay,” The Bahram says, and leans down. His forehead presses against the mer’s. His voice is a whisper even though the two of them are alone. “Share with me. Share it.”

The mer whimpers and feels the Bahram’s thoughts open to his own. Split between them, the hot throb of pain through his stomach and down his tail is lessened. Both of them breathe, and the Bahram’s breath is humid, there is water in it. 

Hurt. 

I know, I know, I’m sorry. But if I left them in, they could infect, they’d make it even worse.

Hurt, Bahram. Kima hurt. 

I know, I know… it’s over now. 

Give blood? Fish for hurt? 

The guilt and self-loathing that lances through the mer’s mind is unfamiliar and hard to read. It washes over him, riptide, steals the very air from his overworked lungs. You don’t need to give any more today, Kima. 

Fish? Fish for hurt?

The Bahram pulls back, and looks away from him. The saltwater tears mark his face again. “Yeah,” He breathes out loud, and their connection is gone. The pain overwhelms as it returns to him, and the mer whimpers, rolling onto his side, pressing a hand over one of the hurting places and pulling it back to find dark burgundy blood smears along his palm and marking the tips of his claws. 

“I’ll get the fish,” The Bahram speaks in a heavy voice, signing with hands as his mouth moves, hand flat, fingers up next to his face before he tips his fingers like a cup falling over and moves his hand forward, dropping it down to meet the other in loose shapes like the mer’s claws, closing to fists as they move back against his body. Fluidly shifting as he says ‘fish’ to make the sign Kima knows best, dropping one hand and moving the other, palm facing in, in a wave pattern swimming through air. 

“Fsssshhh,” Kima repeats, hopefully, and echoes the gesture with his bloody hand. 

The Bahram swallows hard at the sight, but nods. “Go,” He says, and signs, pointing to the tank beneath them. The mer rolls until he is off the platform, falling just a few feet before slipping easily into the water below, gills opening up as nasal slits close. 

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so anyway, this is what i was doing instead of writing my wij entry

im p sure u click for the full image..?

this is a sketch but it took all afternoon on the count of the head angle i never draw because of how stupid hard it is ;-;

necessary for a good screm tho, very worth, so i can get better at it and draw more hurt >:D

massive thanks to Ab-Arts for helping me work this sucker out TuT

Mermay Challenge by Egor Kapustin

Here’s the dead fish mermaid guy so I can work on something else now.

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Have been obsessed with a gorgeous painting by painter Donato Giancola, so of course I had to recreate a variation of it with my own OCs. I rarely use textured brushes, so doing the rocks and water was especially fun!

Original painting is under the cut, so you all can see how stunning it is too!

mer whumpee who's stuck out of the water during captivity, and their skin dries up until the little scales are peeling off and itchy as hell.

The Devil. Art by Julie Dillon, from The Mermaid Tarot.

@emcscared-whumps mermaid washed up on shore without being able to drag themself back to water… Flipping water from the pool their tail can reach just to keep themself from drying out and dying… hoping both that no one will find them but someone will find them

ehehehehe you are SO RIGHT

their tail and skin gets cut up on the sharp rocks they have to drag themselves over, they get sunburnt, are near-blind from the intense sunshine

are those figures on the edges 8f their vision?

they can’t tell, they’re so tired…