#merman whump

[octopus-reactivated]

Merman Whumpee caught by group of Whumpers, who wanted to sell him because of his unique golden markings. They packed him into a fishtank and began journey to a trade city.

But Whumpee was a bit too defiant and fought back little too hard, troubling Whumpers so much they preferred loosing profit over having to put up with him one more day.

And now Whumpee is abandoned in middle of the desert, with not a drop of water with him and no way to move, regretting his life choices.

[emcscared-whumps]

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

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun

Contento warning: violencia and blood and mild cannibalismo

Distant search horns shook Danny's ear fins, but he kept his eyes on the sun over the horizon, where mountain peeks emerged. He had to move quickly. Danny thrust forth with all his fins and gripped the still, small body in his arms. Stupid rich kids and their stupid ignorance about Amity Island. Danny cut through the water, and didn't bother to slow down upon reaching the shore. Crashing and tumbling through the sand, Danny recovered in seconds, and sat up in his arms. The kid's shirt gave way to Danny's claws, and he pressed his palms upon the kid's chest, and pumped like his life depended on it.

This innocent kid's life did.

He, Sam and Tucker had trained for hours on mannequins and real people out in the field, but who knows how long Damian had been underwater, how long he had been calling for help. Salty seawater gurgled out of the kid's mouth, but no more movement was to be found. Danny pressed his lips upon Damian's and exhaled. He pressed down on Damian's chest with just enough strength to avoid cracking every rib. Kiss of life. Press. Press. Kiss of life.

Most people would've been woken up by now. The crashing waves and wind over the lifeless body roared like a death toll. Six months as Phantom, dozens of attacks, and Danny was able to save everyone, everyone. He had to.

His arms, trained and honed from hundreds of hours in the water, burned as if stabbed by hot knives. His body was beginning to dry off, pearlescent white scales fading into pink skin. Glasslike flesh filling and hiding away internal organs and bones. Fins receding into bone. Tail snapping into and bones resetting. A human teenage boy kneeled over a child, tears rolling down his eyes. Why wasn't it working?

A rib cracked thunderous, and Danny hesitated for a brief second, but Damian stirred not. Danny continued. He could barely see his own arms, couldn't tell if the rhythm was even right. Despite arms growing wearier and wearier, strained and more strained. How could he ever look anyone in the face again, knowing Damian was right here, right now, and yet-

crack, another rib broke. He had to keep going. So many people were counting on him, even if they didn't know it. From Sam's parent's gossip, this kid apparently had a dozen and a half siblings, and a father who'd already lost his own parents.

Danny collapsed on the sand, naked and shivering. His fingertips felt numb. His toes felt numb. His body felt numb and his heart felt like it was harpooned and his brain was erratically screaming into the walls of his skull. There was no denying, no more.

Even if- Even if he could magically restart Damian's heart, and get his lungs pumping again, there was no human on earth who would not suffer irrevocable brain damage. The kid would be a vegetable for his entire life.

Not like it matters.

Danny wrenched a sob. He grabbed a handful of sand and throw it into the ocean. He slammed his fit into a rock and didn't even care when it came back bloody.

How could he return to Amity now? And tell Bruce Wayne to his face what he let happen.

Danny fell to the sand, numb again. It was his death, his drowning. He vowed it would be the last one, the last in Amity, and now...

And now...

Danny shot up. He leaned over Damian's corpse. Lightning fired off in his mind, and new anxiety gripped him, but above all, hope.

"I'm sorry." He said.

Danny dipped his hand into a tide pool, letting scales and webbing over take it. He opened his claws, and and sank them into damian's arm. Blood seeped out and coated the white scales. Twisting the claws he carved out a chunk of human flesh, and brought it to his mouth. Danny swallowed it in one gulp.

Next, he brought the claws to his own shoulders. In as swift a motion and much shriller a pained scream, strings of fresh siren meat were produced.

"Please forgive me." Danny prayed, to whatever unfeeling god was listening. He opened Damian's move, and shoved the bloody strips down the hatch.

The effect was instantaneous. Danny had to work quickly. Painful memories tied up in a cave resurface. The urge to push them down was ignored; now they had to be studied. He tore off the remainder of Damian's clothing, and carried him closer to the water line. Green scales emerged from Damian's belly like blades unearthed from a long-forgotten battle. Danny sank his claws into the gaps of Damian's ribs and tore long gashes in them. The scales climbed up Damian's chest. Danny rolled the child's body on its side as they swept over his back. Bones cracked and snapped and broke, as spikes pushed out from underneath his spinal column, slimy thin webbing already connecting them.

Beneath, Damian's toes elongated as if stretched by a black hole. Bones shattered into dust underneath, all to be more malleable for the final product. The skin wasn't much better off either. As it stretched to its paper-thin limits and tore, more and more scales came forth to cover the damage.

Danny felt green in the gills. He couldn't bear the strain of those memories, and erupted with bile, hunched over. He couldn't bare to spectate as Damian twisted and bended like putty anymore. He'd already failed and violated the kid enough.

Danny dived into the water. The least he could do was make sure he didn't wake up hungry.

[omisspearl]

All credit goes to Marmotap [deviantart]

[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.

[alvivaarts]

So, since Leon in your mermaid AU is able to carry babies, what was his pregnancy or pregnancies like? Was it difficult?

Considering it's the default for his little species (the whole group of his pod including Ada, Jill, Chris, and his daughters fall into it!) it was pretty normal! Though, technically, his first. Things were actually pretty stable before some less-than-expected events happened. Needless to say, some things followed them from their former territory, and safe as their new waters are (and the watch of the humans researching them), merfolk still have to be wary of predators.

There was a brief scare with that a couple months before the due date, and Ada had to make the hard choice of actually trusting Luis -and a handful of his fellow researchers- to help. He was fine! Eventually.

[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.

[daniwib]

Blown away

I was stunned and amazed to be shown this today. Someone liked my Merman Buck fic so much that they used it to practise learning how to book bind (for personal use and enjoyment only, no selling dw).

LOOK HOW PRETTY IT IS!!! omg. If you've read the fic you will know just how apt this cover is. I am so honoured and touched and just utterly gobsmacked that someone liked something I wrote enough to do this. Just... wow.

Here's a link to the fic if anyone is interested: Cherish

Summary:

After surviving the tsunami with Christopher, Buck found himself suffering the consequences of his actions during the lawsuit. Isolated from his loved ones, plagued by nightmares and a deep fear of water, once his most cherished element, he begins a solitary journey to conquer his water-based trauma. Months later, Buck has long ago reconciled with the 118, and he and Eddie have grown closer than they’d ever been.

Then Buck’s plans to unveil his new hobby to his fire family are abruptly thwarted by an unforeseen accident, leaving everyone in a state of shock – and the future of any relationship with Eddie uncertain.

Rating: Teen, wordcount: 21k

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: Bottled Ocean, Chapter 43

Been forever since I posted a Bottled Ocean update on Tumblr (or really any fanfiction updates, but just not really feeling the energy to do so since not too many folks reading anymore and no audience on Tumblr on top of AO3 still not unlocking my story despite removing the link and mention to/of RAINN (which is also still bullshit)). Lots happening though in this Mer!Lance and Slaves! Shiro and Keith whumpy story so might try to resume chapter snippets for it at least (if I can remember). Enjoy :)

Chapter 43 snippet:

It took Shiro a second to realize Lotor had addressed him in his spiel as his brain combined ‘inside’ with the knife and he’d thought Lotor was about to cut Lance but he…

Wanted Shiro’s blood?

Shiro held said appendage out with only the back of his mind knowledge that Lotor was not so stupid as to remove his arm — and the knife was not a bonesaw, it wasn’t — lending him the ability to do so.

He still bit down on his tongue as Lotor, after sliding the arm sleeve back, cut a sliver on Shiro’s arm that immediately welled with blood.

And Lance’s head shot up so fast Shiro winced at the whiplash as those dark ocean eyes zoomed in right on Shiro and he had the strangest sense of deja vu of Lance doing the exact same thing when—

Shiro’s breath caught as he realized it was the exact same reaction as to when Keith had been brought above deck injured and sick and how Lance had been hyper aware of the other boy.

And the common factor?

Shiro glanced down at his arm where crimson was starting to drip down.

“Ah,” Lotor’s voice was soft and delighted and it made a shiver roll down Shiro’s spine. “And so the legends are true. Mers,” his thumb smeared along the wound and lifted up a now red finger, “are attracted to blood.”

He turned to Lance, who shrank back at his approach, and Shiro could see the corner of Lotor’s mouth curl up in amusement at the reaction. “Tell me, Lance,” he knelt in front of the boy and thrust his bloodied finger at Lance’s face and he recoiled even more. “Do you smell it? Taste it in the air? What drives you to it?”

“I…”

Lance’s voice was barely a whisper and he was shaking, face pale. “I just… do.”

“That is not an answer,” Lotor’s voice hardened slightly and he turned to look over his shoulder at Shiro. “That sounds like insubordination, does it not, Shiro?”

“I, I don’t know,” Lance stammered, voice rising in pitch as Lotor summoned a crackle of lightning to his fingers and turned to face Shiro and Shiro fought to remain impassive as he knew what was about to come.

It was just pain.

“I, I swear. I don’t,” Lance continued. “Pl-please. I don’t know. I, I just felt it—”

“Felt it?” Lotor interrupted him and Shiro held his breath as a purple wreathed hand remained inches away from his chest. “But you did not touch it.”

Lance shook his head. “The, the wound. I felt—”

“Of course,” Lotor breathed, whirling back around so quickly his hair slapped Shiro in the face but it wasn’t lightning and the man’s voice was back to excited. “Of course,” he repeated, pulling out his notebook. “With Mers' affinity for healing magic it would make sense that they can sense the wound and therefore are highly attuned to blood. Fascinating. The legends are true but,” he chuckled, “not in the way we interpreted.”

Read the full chapter here

[sheepthesmallchicken]

edwin my eel merprince has been captured and being help hostage by the dreaded mershark mob

[rainydaywhump]

Whumpcember Day 13, Alt Prompt 7: Hunger

Zale is taunted in captivity.

CWs: mer whumpee; human whumpers; hunger; food used in manipulation; dehumanization

As time in his forced isolation went on, a new pain was added to the pile: hunger.

His arms and shoulders alternated between burning and aching from being held up by the chains. His tail, irritated from the fresh water, was starting to develop small scabs; his whole body and his lungs, unused to being out of water for this long, were strained and dry. He kept his eyes closed most of the time, trying to sleep, but the harsh artificial light made them smart all the same.

Zale wasn't sure how long it had been since he'd been captured; there were no windows for him to see the sun (or lack thereof) here. But, however long it had been, it was enough to leave him feeling weak, nauseous, and hollow in a way that only hunger could. Zale lived a good life in the ocean; he had rarely felt this way before. He would gladly starve for longer if he could do it back in the water.

Lost in his dazed thoughts, the mer flinched when the door opened. As heavy bootsteps walked in, he realized that he had started to drift off.

"Jesus, it got out of its tub," said Brimmer. "Why'd it do that?"

"Hmm. Perhaps we'll find out." Halloway crouched down in front of the mer. "Huh. Looks like he didn't bust his stitches, at least.

The entire time, Zale had been too shocked and scared to move. Now, when Holloway snaked an arm to touch his torso, he was all but frozen.

"Look at it, it's gone all still," Brimmer remarked.

"A fear response, maybe," said Holloway. He pawed at Zale's stitched and bandaged wound, not even bothering to look at the mer's petrified face. It was as if Zale was merely a curious object to him.

"It's healed remarkably fast. There must be something in its fish blood that boosts cell repair."

A sharp metallic clang made Zale jump again, and Holloway sword. "What the hell, man?"

Brimmer was standing with an impish expression on his bearded face. He held a metal bucket and a funny-looking tool. "Sorry," he said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. "I just wanted to see if that thing still had reflexes. I thought doctors did that," he said, all innocence.

"Don't quit your day job, Brimmer." Holloway rolled his eyes surface-ward.

...only it wasn't surface-ward at all, Zale thought. What a terrifying idea. He didn't know exactly how high up the rig reached, but it seemed like even the biggest of waves couldn't reach it.

The only thing above the place he was trapped in was sky.

Holloway was still talking. "...and then it'll be fine. I'll be confident that we won't accidentally kill a specimen, at least. Just feed him enough."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You act like I'm an idiot," Brimmer complained.

"You are. Pretty sure you came outta your mom's ass instead of her cunt. Have fun."

"You love me, admit it!" Brimmer called after him. Holloway snorted and shut the door behind him.

It was then, alone with Zale, that Brimmer's playful grin faded and his eyes darkened. Zale winced under his glare. A whimper built up in his throat, but fear stopped him from letting it out.

Brimmer plunked the bucket down and took a step toward the chained mer. "Holloway thinks I'm some sort of subhuman like you, but he's the one who didn't even think to put salt water in your tub," he muttered. "Your skin's all itchy, isn't it?"

Zale's eyes widened in shock. Was Brimmer actually going to help him? Maybe he'd been wrong about this human! "Yes!" He tried to say, and this time he managed to contort his throat and mouth into making a sound that passed for the word if you knew what to expect.

"I'd hazard a guess," said Brimmer, tilting his head, "that you'd have a better time talking underwater, that right?"

Zale's heart leapt. "Yes!"

Brimmer affected a look of confusion. "What was that? I can't understand you."

"Y...yes?"

Brimmer shrugged and smiled cruelly. "Huh. Guess I got my hopes up."

Zale's heart fell. He looked into Brimmer's eyes, hoping for even a crumb of sympathy, but there was none. He felt a flash of bitterness for falling for the man's taunting, but any flash anger it could've caused was put out by the deep hopelessness that followed. He curled inwards on himself, dragging his irritated tail closer to his body.

"Bet you're hungry, though," Brimmer said.

Zale's head shot up, and the man grinned wider.

"Yeah. Surgery always takes it out on me, too," he said, nodding conversationally. "You like fish, little fish? You've got some real sharp teeth in that weird head of yours. Bet you're a meat-eater, huh?"

Zale copied his nod. His species ate plants, too, but the type they liked were a lot harder to find out in the open ocean. His stomach somehow felt even hollower now that he was thinking about food. Pleadingly, after a moment's hesitation, he scooted closer to Brimmer.

"Eurgh. No, don't get too close. You stink. So does this, I'll admit."

He reached into the metal bucket and lifted out an arm-length fish that Zale had never seen before. It had clearly been dead for a long time. The mer would have been concerned that he hadn't smelled it before now, but that was the last thing on his mind.

Brimmer held up a finger on his other hand. "Now, now. There's more than just food in my hand. If you can cooperate with me a bit, I'll give you the fish *and* I'll get you some seawater in that tub."

Whatever you want! Zale thought.

Slowly, Brimmer reached his free hand into his pocket and withdrew a short, sharp knife.

Zale flinched back and began thrashing at his restraints, but Brimmer just shook his head, smiling. "Now, now. I'm not going to cut you. That's your job."

What?

"I'll unchain one of your hands," Brimmer explained, "and then you'll take the knife and cut one teeny, itsy-bitsy little line in that slimy skin of yours. Easy as that. Really, it's a small price to pay."

Zale simply stared at him. He was in so much pain, he was so scared, and he was *starving,* but this -- this was sick. This was wrong. This was demeaning.

As if nothing else so far had been all of the above.

""Come on, ya stupid little fish. Your choice." He waggled the dead fish over Zale's head.

Zale's stomach was threatening to throw up what little it had left. The mer gritted his teeth. He hated the idea of playing the human's weird game, but....if it was only a small cut...just a small favor, and then he could eat....wouldn't it be worth it?

Slowly, shame rising in his gut, Zale nodded.

"Good choice!" Brimmer exclaimed in a tone that made Zale feel even worse. "Now, let's get that hand free...weird fuckin webbed fingers, ugh...aaaand there you go, nice and easy, take the knife. Ha! Look at you, you look like you don't even know how to use it! The other guys said you might try and attack me, but I knew you wouldn't have it in you."

He laughed. "Lemme guess -- you mers are the weird hippie types, right? I'm surprised you even eat meat. You look like you don't have an ounce of fight in you. See, this is why humans have control of the world. We're just better."

Zale didn't reply. He just hung his head and obeyed, telling himself that he was only listening because he wanted that food, not because any of Brimmer's words were true.

Hours later -- alone, stomach full, and tub filled with sea water -- he was still telling himself, only this time, a small, hopeless part of him wondered if he was an exception.

...

@whumpcember @i-eat-worlds @pigeonwhumps (lmk if you want to be added or removed!)

[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.

[whump-side]

Happy Mermay ! 🐟🔪🩸

[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.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

For the caress ask, how's about sfw for Blue!!

Send me   ‘ caress ‘  + a body part for my muse’s reaction to yours caressing them there

Thank you for remembering Blue!! <3

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Blue only trusts one human at the sanctuary. She is there every day, checking on him, bringing him meals, sitting and talking to him.

So when that day she doesn't show up, Blue is instantly on edge. Though swimming strains the muscles in his healing tail, he spends more time out in deeper water, away from the other humans who volunteer there.

"Come on. You have to eat!"

He recognizes the volunteer currently pacing the shore with a net full of freshly caught fish. They're here often and seem to be well liked by the other beings staying in the sanctuary...and by his human.

Blue is growing hungry and doesn't know how much longer he can stay afloat. He reluctantly swims ashore, most of his strength giving out by the time he slides up onto the sand.

"Did you hurt yourself again?"

The new human runs over and goes through the routine checks that his human always does. Blue allows this, and even lets them help him sit up and lean back against a rock.

"I picked you the biggest ones." They sit down beside him just like his human always does. "I hope in return if you find anything cool down there you'll show me, yeah? Like a sword or a megalodon tooth..."

Blue warily takes the fish and looks it over but sees nothing wrong with it, so he digs in. The human crosses their legs and scoots down to his tail to continue his check-up.

"You're real tense. Especially here..."

Their hand caresses over a particularly bad knot in the muscle of his tail. A moment of soreness and then a little burst of relief, and the merman hums contentedly.

"Yep right there..."

They continue making that same motion, stroking gently but firm down that part of his tail. The tension alleviates quickly and Blue lets out a breath, relaxing back against the rock...

He doesn't know how long he dozes but when Blue abruptly wakes it's to the ripples of the water against him as the human stands. His tail barely hurts anymore. The human gives it a friendly pat.

"Thanks for not smacking me with this," they say with a wink. Blue glares, but they both know he has a reputation.

Blue makes a hand symbol he and his usual human use to say 'stay still'. This human recognizes it as well and immediately stills.

"Is there something you need?"

The merman makes the gesture again: stay still, even more emphatically. She always understands...it's the closest way he knows how to communicate stay with me. I don't want to be alone.

The new human watches closely as Blue makes the symbol a third time. Maybe his face finally says what he can't, because they suddenly understand.

"Really? Wow...okay."

Clearly pleased, they drop the empty net aside and sit beside him again.

Breathing above water still takes a lot out of him, and Blue starts to drift down to lay beneath the surface. Usually when he does this his human combs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture for his kind. She isn't here, but...

The merfolk equivalent of fuck it crosses his mind and he bumps his head against their hand until he gets what he wants. Remaining submerged, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against the human's leg.

Blue only trusts two humans at the sanctuary.

[effectively-whumpee]

Everyone else:

Me: calculating acceptable blood loss levels to make sure an 8gram Leech Merman isn't going to fuck up his favorite person by taking... ultimately, just over 2 and a half ounces of blood from a 192lb man. Now I feel stupid.