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🔱 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!

Thanks as always for enjoying the stuff I post here. And good luck to everyone who enters! 🦎

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If you guys were on here at 11 years old what would you be posting about

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writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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i hate naming characters

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which oc uses a wheelchair? how often do they use it?

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I really like when a character has come back from an adventure/being kidnapped/anything that has significantly changed them as a person and they have to fit back into normal life. This is especially true for when they are coming back to someone (a family, a lover, even just a friend) and they have to remake that relationship because they are not the same person as when they left!

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boop! :3

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a lot of people on tumblr and Ao3 seem to think Christianity (mainly Catholicism) is just a cool and sexy esthetic narrative force to make your characters guilty and repressed and I'm just like...

hey what about the grace? the grace of God? the grace God gave specifically so we wouldn't need to be guilty and repressed? God's grace? that grace? do they have that grace?

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I'm not working tomorrow morning, so fuck it. Reblog this post if you want a knife in your inbox on the Ides of March

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It’s Ash Wednesday so I’m fasting but it got me thinking, what about a Whumpee who gets kidnapped towards the end of a religious day of fasting because Whumper knows that Whumpee will be weaker from not eating all day?

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making ocs is so funny, especially when you get so attached to some and not to others?? it’s like yes these people live in my head and I love them. I love that one the most though.

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You have received a randomly generated snack.

Please enjoy this: Browned butter oatmeal raisinet white chocolate bars

This is so fun and sounds pretty good, ngl! White chocolate is one of my favorites!

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Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

If not all, specify which ones in the tags.

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In the Shadow of the Tower Masterlist

Summary: This is a story that is told from the perspective of a husband and wife who learn they can talk to each other telepathically. They start off as a normal American couple but then Andy is kidnapped and disappears off the face of the Earth, quite literally. A desperate father finds Kiera and tells her that Andy has been taken to a different realm as a prisoner, as has his son. He thinks that they are being held together and hopes that by teaching Kiera to speak telepathically with Andy, they can figure out a way to rescue the both of them. Meanwhile, Andy finds himself in a dungeon cell being tortured, which he learns is a way to unlock certain powers that some people have. This one features several side love stories, some torture, and fun powers and fight scenes.

Chapter 1

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In the Shadow of the Tower: Chapter 1

Ten minutes left until it was time to go home. Only ten minutes left, Andy thought, until he could leave, go home, finally see his wife, and enjoy a slightly longer weekend. It had been a long week and he felt like he’d barely been able to do anything with Kiera all week. He had requested to leave a few hours early so that he could run some errands and make sure he had time in the evening to spend with his wife. He focused on the spreadsheet in front of him and kept typing as the last few minutes crept by.

I’m leaving for the store, Andy texted as he walked out of the building. It was snowing again and based on how thick it was, it had probably been snowing for the past few hours. It was also bitterly cold. He trudged through the newly fallen snow and wished that someone else had gone this way so that he didn’t have to make his own path. He was so focused on his feet and trying to avoid getting snow in his shoes that he didn’t notice the men in front of him, moving between him and his car until they were right in front of him.

“Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head” one of the men growled. Andy could see that they all held guns that were pointed at him. He silently obeyed, trying to keep his sudden panic under control. He didn’t recognize the uniforms the men were wearing but they looked somewhat militaristic. Suddenly, he felt a sharp stinging pain in his neck. He tried to pull away but it was too late. He felt the world swim. He couldn’t feel his knees, wet and freezing in the snow. He couldn’t tell which way was up. Then everything faded to black.

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Kiera was just getting home from work when she got a call from Jake. He was a friend of Andy’s, in addition to being a coworker.

“Kiera, Andy just disappeared. I was just looking out the window at work and he was in the parking lot. He was surrounded by a group of men, and they had guns and then he fell over and they grabbed him and disappeared into thin air!”

He was very freaked out. Kiera asked him to slow down and repeat exactly what he saw. It was all on the security cameras, Jake said. He had already called the police and they were on their way. Kiera decided to go too. It felt surreal, like it had to be a joke or something. Who would want Andy, where was he, how did they disappear? It was impossible, just straight up disappearing. Jake must have been seeing things or the cameras glitched or something. Something must have happened.

When she got to Andy’s work, she saw a few cop cars and a bunch of people standing around, talking to the police. She saw Jake talking to one and ran over to him. An officer tried to stop her but Jake called her over and the officer let her through. 

The area around Andy’s car was taped off. It had snowed a few inches between Andy coming back from lunch and when he was going to leave. She could see footprints in the snow leading to his car, then some scuff marks. The tracks impossibly stopped there. The people who made them were gone, but there was no sign of where or how.

The afternoon was a whirlwind of officers asking her questions: if she had noticed anyone strange lately; if Andy had said anything; or done anything weird. They let her watch the video from the security camera showing them disappear, just like Jake had said. But there was nothing and Andy was gone–vanished into thin air.

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Andy woke up with a throbbing headache and foggy memory. He was alone in a small, empty room. He felt incredibly weak as he sat up and tried to figure out where he was. The only light came from a window above him, one without glass and bars blocking the way out. It was incredibly hot, and he was sweating. He realized someone had taken his hat, gloves, and jacket. He still had his boots and other clothes and he was so hot in them. He could hear some voices outside the window but couldn’t hear well enough to make out what they were saying. He remembered walking out to his car, but how was he here? 

As he gathered enough strength to stand up, he tried to remember. There were some men, strange men. He walked along the wall, leaning on it for balance. He tried the door on the other side of the room. It was locked. He remembered the men following him. He tried calling out for someone. There was no response. He remembered them pointing the guns at him. He tried the door again, maybe he had just been too weak and it was actually just difficult to open. No luck. He was rapidly losing strength so he went back to sit against the wall facing the door, catching his breath. 

He sat there for a while, trying to figure out what to do. Eventually, the door opened and two of the men came in. He recognized them both from the parking lot. He tried to stand up.

“What do you want with me? What’s going on?” 

They ignored his questions and instead dragged him up so he was standing. They faced him towards the wall and handcuffed him. 

“Silence,” one of the men said and they led him down a dark, torch-lit hallway. They passed several doors on either side, then turned into the final one. This hallway was a dungeon, and Andy could look through doors made of bars to see people sitting silently in cells as the guards half-dragged him down the hallway. They barely looked up or moved.

“This is the one,” one of the men said. He took out a key and unlocked Andy’s handcuffs before unlocking the cell door and pushing him in. 

There were two other people in the cell, sitting on two beds. One was a younger looking guy probably around seventeen. The other man looked to be slightly older than Andy, probably in his early thirties. Both men were filthy and wearing shredded clothing. In the dim light, Andy could make out bruises and worse on both men. Neither moved as the men re-locked the cell door and left. Andy caught himself from falling and grabbed the nearest bed, the only unoccupied one. He sat down on it and looked at the men. The teenager raised his finger to his lips, motioning for Any to be silent. Eventually there was the faint slamming of the door. Andy could hear a few people begin quiet conversations.

“I’m Jaim,” the teenager said quietly, “and that’s Vince.” Vince nodded but didn’t say anything. He barely even looked at Andy, choosing instead to lean back against the wall and close his eyes.

“I’m Andy. What’s going on?” he asked, hoping for any explanation. Jaim looked at Vince.

“You’ve been abducted by the Tower,” Jaim said. Andy noticed he had a strange accent, one he’d never heard before.

“The Tower?” he asked.

“Yeah. Wait, where are you from?” Jaim asked. Andy was puzzled at the question but answered,

“Minnesota.”

“What realm?” “Realm?”

“Umm, which world? Like Isa or Espin or Nabori. Or like Hium or Earth or something, ” Jaim said. Now Andy was really confused.

“I’m from… Earth,” he answered not quite what Jaim was getting at. The teenager nodded.

“That makes sense, then. He’s from Earth too,” Jaim said, pointing at Vince. The man still ignored them.

“My da said that people on Earth don’t know anything about the realms. Anyway, there are different realms, kind of like different universes or dimensions. You’re in a different realm than the Earth realm. I think it’s Siltori but I’m not totally sure. Worse, you’ve been taken prisoner by the Tower. They…” he trailed off, looking around nervously.

“Let’s just say that it’s not a great place to be. None of us are sure why they have us prisoner. They will take us out to torture us though. And then sometimes people just disappear, we aren’t sure where or why. ”

“Probably dead,” Vince said from where he sat. He cut off and the whole cell block fell silent. More strange men walked by, half dragging someone down the hall. Andy could hear as they unlocked another cell, then closed and locked it again. They eventually came back and the silence broke again with the cell block door closing.

“Talking while they’re in here is a good way to get yourself picked for a beating,” Jaim said. “That’s why it’s so quiet when they come in. You learn fast to be quiet when they’re around.”

Andy sat for a while, not sure what to say or think. 

“Jaim, where are you from?”

“No. I’m not really from any realm in particular. My Da was from Espin but he knew how to realm-slip and we moved around a lot. I’ve never been to Earth though. I’ve been going to school on the Isa realm”

“What’s realm-slipping?”

“Traveling between the realms. I always wanted him to teach me but he wouldn’t. He said it was too dangerous but I think it would have gotten me out of here at least.”

Andy sat on the bed and looked around the cell. It was like the small room he had been in, with an open window with bars covering the opening. There were three beds, small and made of stone with a thin mattress on top and a dirty blanket. The little light that was coming in through the window was beginning to fade. It was still incredibly hot but Andy could feel a slight breeze beginning to blow. He took off his extra layers as well as his shoes and socks. That helped a bit.

“How often do we get food?” he asked. His stomach was starting to grumble. 

“Twice a day, but they’ve already brought the evening slop so you’ll have to wait for the morning,” Vince said. Andy lay back on the bed. It was incredibly uncomfortable but he figured it was better than the floor.

It was dark inside the cell now. Despite the discomfort, Andy soon found himself drifting off to sleep. He missed Kiera and wanted nothing more than to be with her, at least to say one last goodbye to her. He thought about the kiss he’d given her that morning and thought it was going to be the last.

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Let me know what you think! I'm not entirely happy with this but I can't figure out how I want to fix it. Maybe one day I'll give it a good edit/rewrite but I'm sticking with this for now!