Hi! If It's Not Too Much To Ask, Could You Do A Mermay Snippet? Points 5, 7 And 8. I Was Thinking Of

Hi! If it's not too much to ask, could you do a mermay snippet? Points 5, 7 and 8. I was thinking of a human that for some strange reason transforms into a merperson, and while they're still getting used to it they hurt themselves, and they get rescued by another merperson. Write whatever you want tho, I don't want to force you to write something you don't like! Thank you <3

Hi Anon! It’s not too much to ask at all! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

The water was a shimmering blue color except for the stark trail of red that swirled just below the surface. Whumpee didn’t know why they became a merperson every time they touched water, all they knew was that they needed to get used to it, which is what they were trying to do when their tail got caught against a rather sharp piece of coral. Now, Whumpee tried to find their way back to the beach, but the current was carrying them farther out to sea. At this rate, Whumpee would bleed out before they could reach the shore. Whumpee’s vision, though enhanced as a merperson, was starting to blur at the edges. Whumpee was finding it harder to swim against the current; it felt as though all their energy was being sucked out of their body. The last thing Whumpee saw was a shadow descend upon them before everything went black.

…

“Hey,” a voice echoed.

Whumpee stirred but didn’t open their eyes.

“Come on,” the voice said, “don’t leave me now. Wake up.”

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open. Their surroundings started out blurry and unfocused. Eventually their vision cleared enough for Whumpee to see that they were in some sort of cave, the water lapping at their fins.

“There you are, you had me worried for a minute,” the voice said.

Whumpee turned to the side to see a stranger smiling down at them. This stranger, like Whumpee, had no legs, but rather a shimmery fish’s tail. Whumpee’s eyes grew wide. They had never seen another merperson before, they thought they were the only one. Whumpee propped themselves up on their elbows and got a better look at their own tail. It was wrapped in thick, green seaweed, and Whumpee noticed that the pain had subsided to a dull throb.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” the merperson said, “what were you doing in such shallow water in the first place? Coral reefs can be pretty dangerous.”

Whumpee thought about how to answer. This was a real merperson in front of them, not some human that had gotten turned into one. Whumpee didn’t know how merpeople felt about humans, much less about humans that got turned into merpeople.

“I, um,” Whumpee started.

Whumpee trailed off. They didn’t have a good answer. Something seemed to glint in the merperson’s eyes.

“My name’s Caretaker, what’s yours?”

“Whumpee,” Whumpee blurted without thinking.

“Ah, that explains it. Whumpee is a human name, isn’t it?”

Shoot. They were busted. Whumpee’s breathing grew quick. Caretaker knew they weren’t a real merperson, and they knew their name. Whumpee had to get out of here fast. They were just about to try to drag themselves back into the water when Caretaker put their hands on their shoulders.

“Woah, woah, take it easy, Whumpee,” Caretaker said, “I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to know why you were in shallow water, and now I do. Come on, take a deep breath.”

Whumpee did as they were told.

“Good job, now let it out.”

Whumpee exhaled shakily.

“Now breathe in again.”

Whumpee took another deep breath. Caretaker walked them through the exercise a few more times before they were satisfied. When Whumpee had finally calmed down, Caretaker let go of their shoulders.

“There, see? There’s nothing to be scared of.”

Whumpee nodded.

“Do you have a place you can dry off and revert to your human form?” Caretaker asked, “I’d hate to make you recover in a cave.”

“I have a house near the beach,” Whumpee answered.

“Got it. I’ll take you there.”

“How?” Whumpee asked.

“You’re not the only one with the ability to transform into other things,” Caretaker replied, “granted I haven’t become a human in quite some time, but no matter, it could be fun!”

…

Caretaker carried Whumpee out of the water and onto the beach. They hadn’t used their human legs in some time, so they were a little shaky at first.

“So, Whumpee, which house is yours?”

Whumpee pointed to a little white house with a blue roof. Caretaker tightened their hold on Whumpee and walked to the front door. Once inside, Caretaker laid Whumpee down on the couch and set about finding towels to help Whumpee dry off. Once Whumpee was fully dry, their tail severed into a pair of legs.

“Now, I’m not sure what humans eat these days, but the last time I surfaced I got to learn how to make a really good sandwich.” Caretaker turned to Whumpee, “Do you think you can eat one?”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Hush,” Caretaker said, “I’m happy to help you. Besides, you need the energy. Now, ham or turkey?”

Based on actual events

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Sooooooooo... I was toying with maybe starting my own hurt/comfort side blog, but not exactly sure where to start. This is just a little piece I wrote the other day when thinking about a character who suffers with migraines calling their lover from work to come pick them up. I'd really appreciate it if you could give it a read and let me know what you think? Only if you have the time though! I'd hate to impose.

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It is barely midday when A had to excuse themselves to stumble away from their meeting. B had been right. B had been so right to beg them to stay home today, but A had no idea it would get to be this bad. It had only been a slight headache this morning. Just a little headache, maybe a little bit of nausea in their gut if they focused on it. But of course, B had seen straight through them.

A staggers down the hall as the world tilts and wavers around them. There’s no doubt about it – this is a full-blown migraine. Every little step they take sends an echoing thud through their aching head and the threat of nausea has their throat squeezing coldly at every corner turned. They’re sure they were making their way to the bathroom, but every corridor is merging together at this point and the piercing lights in their vision is making reading the room numbers nigh impossible. Everything aches. Everything.

They do finally make it there, somehow. A opens the door to find it empty and feels like they could cry with happiness, if they had the energy to do so. Instead, they stumble over to the farthest sink, away from the door where every sound that echoes from beyond sends a spike of pain through their skull.

They can’t go on like this. They know they can’t, so they reach into their pocket and pull out their phone, their hands trembling so much that they almost drop it. The light from it is searing. It sends another wave of pain through their head and they can’t help hunching over with a whimper. God, they feel so useless. They can barely see to scroll through their contacts, but when they come across the one they need, they recognise it instantly.

B picks up on the second ring, but A’s head is pounding so much they can barely make out B’s greeting across the tinny phone, let alone reply. All they can do is let out another quiet whimper. They feel awful. They feel so awful they want to cry, but they’re in a public toilet at work for God’s sake. Not at home, where they’d so much rather be.

B picks up on the noise immediately. A strains to hear them, and thankfully is able to make out some of it this time. ‘A? A? What’s going on, love? Are you okay?’

A takes a deep breath to calm themselves, but when they do speak, it comes out as a raw, choked sob. ‘No.’ They admit finally, trying desperately to ignore the burning at the back of their eyes. ‘Can you come pick me up, please?’

‘Oh, sweetheart.’ B replies gently, and A has to stop their breath from hitching more than it already is. ‘I’d do it in a heartbeat. But the car’s in the garage at the moment, remember?’

Of course. Through the fuzziness clouding A’s brain, they vaguely recall B telling them that they were getting the engine fixed today. Of course. They had been so stupid. A grips the phone tightly, almost dropping it with how clammy and shaky their hands are, and a few more sobs slip out against their will. ‘O-oh. Yeah, of course. I’m sorry for bothering you, I’ll just-‘

‘I’ll get a cab.’ B says firmly, and A blinks. They want to argue. Money’s already tight for the two of them, and the traffic’s bound to be bad this time of day… but their head is killing them and they can’t stop shaking and they can’t help but be fiercely, fiercely glad that they can go home. They want nothing more than to curl up under the blankets in their misery, the sweet release of sleep from the aching of their body and cold clutch of nausea in their gut their only desire at this point. And maybe to cuddle up to B too… but they would hate to bother them by asking.

‘Ok.’ A breathes eventually. ‘I’m sorry for-‘

‘It’s no trouble at all.’ B interrupts them. It was almost like they could read A’s mind sometimes. ‘I’ll get a hot water bottle ready. And some meds, and some blankets, and then we can cuddle on the couch or the bed and watch dumb movies until you feel better. How does that sound, love?’

‘Good.’ A whispers back, because it does. It really does.

They can hear B’s soft smile down the phone when they speak again. ‘Ok, sweetheart. Just hang on, alright? I’ll get you home.’

okay I am in favor of your starting a whump blog because this is FANTASTIC 😭😍🤩

seriously, your descriptions are so good and you perfectly capture the angst and comfort elements so well. and the dialogue is amazing???

all in favor of anon starting their own blog raise their hands because this is some great stuff 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.