#combat whump

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Whump & Carries/Drags

After going down that Combat Medic rabbit hole, allow me to put heavy emphasis on the one-person drag. Specifically, the Neck Drag pictured at the bottom right of this image.

Yes, we see the support carry, arm drag, and pack-strap carry very frequently in fiction. I would really, really like to see the Neck Drag used more frequently (please do hmu if you have written or read something with this drag being used <3).

The neck drag is when the injured party clasps their hands together behind the medic's neck, or the medic ties their hands together if they're unconscious. The medic then bear crawls forward until cover or safety is reached, where they can change to an easier carry or drag position, address immediate medical needs, or get carrying assistance from another medic. If the injured party is heavy, the medic would have to crawl forward in short bursts (almost like a scooting motion).

This makes for a very uncomfortable but effective way of extraction for the injured party. Now, if you like romantic tension when writing, this is a great form of forced proximity because the characters are practically on top of one another for the entire duration of this carry - not to mention the medic has to straddle the injured party at the start. Obviously they would have more pressing matters in mind, but us writers are all the same and you know it <3

So, take this idea and run with it! I already mentioned this resource in a previous post, but I'll share it again if you want to see more details. It's very helpful for writing research! Plus there are video demonstrations on how to apply different types of tourniquets, and of course the different carries and drags like the ones mentioned above.

Ran out of brain juice, so I'll stop here. I'm serious about recs with the neck drag though!

[yonbwekh]

Whumpee who is usually powerful, superpowered or just really strong, winning all the fights

Then they meet Whumper who's even more powerful, they go into the fight all confident and have to flee in terror, pride shattered

[hey-that-hurt]

AvA: The Box Whump Gif Compilation Part 1

Spoilers ahead!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T: A Truly Slothful Start

*points at Erebus* Bro is NOT built for this lmao (btw I drew the sloth demon a v long time ago enjoy)

Suggested battle music: Grandma (Destruction) from NieR: Automata (spotify | youtube)

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Ingredients: combat whump we fight monster, amputation hehe (not gory tho!), slight drowning, undescribed eye whump

PART III: Untitled World

The things that hit him first were the suffocating darkness and the awful chill in the air.

Erebus knew he didn’t belong here. All around him, strange rock formations jutted out every which way, no sign of life among them. There didn’t seem to be any source of light, and yet everything was clearly visible, casting hardly any shadow. The silence was nearly absolute, pressing in on his ears. The only thing he could hear was the freakishly loud sound of his own heartbeat, amplified by the collar around his neck.

Wait, the collar-he reached up for it, fingers closing around the awful strip of leather that he’d been forced to wear since the start of his captivity. He had a sword, he had claws, and N...no one would make him wear another one if he broke it. So he should take it off, right? He should destroy it. He’d always hated it, the way it meant he was owned, how it let-let people put leashes on him and lead him around like a dog. She...she’d said it herself, that he had to wear it so he wouldn’t forget that he belonged to her, but now they were...not together. So it shouldn’t matter. 

But he couldn’t stop thinking about when she’d taken it off for the procedure with the envy demon, about how utterly, embarrassingly exposed he’d felt without that stupid collar. Maybe the feeling would pass, and he would just have to get used to being without it. He hadn’t worn one for the vast majority of his life, so it should be easy to adjust back, right? Besides, it was more than just a collar, it was a way for her to know if someone other than her was touching him, and that was violating, it was...it was a way for her to know he was alive. Assuming it worked, assuming whatever signal it was could be sent to another world.

Erebus lowered his hands, still chained together, as he blinked away tears. He-he was really here, in this other world with only a slim chance of ever going back. He’d take every tie to his old life he could get, no matter how painful. And if the spell on the collar worked, then…he owed it to her to let her know he was still alive. He could wear the collar for a little while longer. The muzzle, on the other hand...he didn’t mind tearing that off and throwing it away in the slightest.

Shakily, he stood, grabbing the sheathed sword in front of him. Being expected to fight was…strange. But, looking at himself now, he was practically designed for this, almost every modification giving him some sort of advantage. It made his blood run cold to think about how this had been the plan from the start, how obvious it seemed now. He wanted to lay down and sob and process what had happened, but everything was so different and strange that he didn’t feel safe enough to let his guard down like that. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he buckled the sword belt around his waist and began looking around.

Behind where he’d appeared, there was a bag lying on the ground. Inside was a cloak with holes for his wings, a knife, and a bedroll. Well, better than nothing, but he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about food and water or lighting a fire. Maybe that demon tongue would be coming in handy, after all. He put on the cloak, grateful to have something to help him keep warm in this place, along with the shoes he still had on from their trip to the desert.

Nothing else here, he began carefully making his way along one of the stone cliffs, leaning on it since there had never been a chance to fully heal the gash in his leg. Progress was slow, and maybe it would have been a good time to think things through, but he couldn’t stop tears from forming in his eyes at the mere thought of what had happened, so instead he just focused on the pain in his leg, flaring up brighter with every step.

Time felt impossible to grasp, as if this place was outside of it entirely, but at some point Erebus reached the end of the maze of stone. He was greeted with what looked like a vast ocean, but the water was unnaturally calm, not a single ripple on the glass-like surface. Had there been stars above, it would have been beautiful, but under the canopy of uniform blackness, it just looked like a cold, empty void. 

Erebus hesitated to step out in the open, no walls to protect him, but the silence was so absolute that he couldn’t imagine there was another living thing anywhere near him. His leg didn’t hurt quite as much anymore despite how much he’d been walking, so he was able to hobble to the water’s edge and investigate, setting the pack down to make moving around a little easier. The sword, however, still hung at his side, just in case. 

The water was clear, and as far as he could tell, there was no sign of life in it whatsoever. It was jarringly different from the seaside at home, where you could hardly take a step without spotting a shellfish or aquatic plant. Here, it was just pebbles, no broken shells or bits of dead coral among them. He crouched and dipped a finger in, finding the water both cold and salty. The ripples created by his finger traveled far, seeming to get bigger as they traveled along. Suddenly, even bigger ripples rushed to meet them from farther out, and Erebus’s stomach knotted in terror as he bolted upright, pulling out the sword, having to hold it with both hands since they were still chained.

He strained his eyes in the darkness, looking for whatever had caused the disturbance. Was that...there was something  in the water out there, he was sure of it. He took a few steps back, sword still held in front of him, watching the strange shape grow larger and larger as it approached. The moment the tip of its nose emerged, the surface of the water erupted, spraying Erebus with cold mist and shooting tendrils out into the open air that coalesced into a large sort of web. Arches of water now crisscrossed all throughout the space, severely limiting how much he could fly around, especially since he never had a chance to practice it much. In the middle of the watery network was a large bubble, and when he saw what was inside it, Erebus’s jaw dropped.

The creature was enormous, big enough to swallow him whole in one bite. Its pale gray body was long, with two pairs of flippers that were almost as big as Erebus and a webbed, spiny ridge going down its back. A cruel, curved hook jutted out from the end of its tail, almost as sharp-looking as its conical teeth. As Erebus looked at it in horror, it turned its gaze to him, its blank white eyes staring into his own identical pair. So this…this must be a sloth demon. He was supposed to fight that? 

He could leave, just run and hide, this thing couldn’t follow him through those rocky canyons, he could stop and take a moment to think, but this was an enemy right in front of him, and no matter how terrifying, it had revealed itself, no more surprises. Erebus tightened his grip. If he could-could beat this thing then he could really rest. It would be safe here. He would be that much closer to going h…somewhere that wasn’t here. He could do this. He had to.

Despite how much he was shaking, Erebus took flight and approached, finding it difficult to do so while he was holding the sword, but not enough for him to fall out of the air. The demon just watched as he flew past the jets of water, and Erebus hated those blank white eyes boring into him, which just made him loathe his own all that much more. How…how exactly was he supposed to attack it? It was so huge and he couldn’t see any kind of obvious weakness, not to mention that it was surrounded by a sphere of water. While he knew his eyes worked underwater, he could only imagine his wings would be a hindrance, not to mention the heavy sword. 

Maybe…maybe he should just retreat for now. Come up with a plan and come back. This was just…it was too much. Reassuring himself that the demon couldn’t follow him, he cautiously turned around and started to weave his way through the tendrils of-there was a sharp jerk on his wing, and suddenly Erebus was being dragged through the air, crashing into pillars of water as he went, barely registering the splash of his sword hitting the sea below as he scrambled to get his wing free of-of-it was that hook it was pierced through the top of Erebus’s wing he couldn’t get it out his fingers were slippery and freezing and useless he had to do something kick his legs flap his wings anything-

Just as those awful teeth came into view, Erebus managed to swing himself back, but the chain on his wrists was caught, wrapped around a tooth, his fall jerked to a halt, he was hanging by his wrists, the hook was gone but his wing wouldn’t work, he had to do something, that eye was so big and so close, watching him struggle, the beast’s throat humming with an ancient growl, hungry, he couldn’t just let this happen, he grabbed the tooth with his left hand and the chain with his right, he could do this, pull himself up enough to-

The great jaws snapped shut, and Erebus tumbled into the water below. 

Cold shocked his system, despite the fact that his left arm felt like it was on fire. 

He couldn’t stay down here. He had to get to the surface.

But, down there, a faint glint. Metal. His sword. His only hope of winning.

He swam towards it, progress slow and painful and-

His left hand was gone. 

There wasn’t time to mourn it. 

His remaining hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword. It was heavy, too heavy for him to swim up with. 

He was running out of air. He had to try. This couldn’t be the end. Not here. Not so soon after-

The hook pierced through his wing again, and it was all he could do to hold onto his sword this time around.

The sloth demon pulled him up and out of the water with its tail, tossing him high into the air as it opened its great jaws to swallow him whole. His wings torn and useless, all Erebus could do was flap them desperately and hope it would be enough, hope he could at least-his foot landed on one of those teeth, holding him for just a moment before he slipped, but it was enough to aim his sword hold it steady launch himself down drive that point right down into the demon’s eye paint that awful soulless white with red hear the roar of agony so loud he could feel it in his bones and now the water was collapsing falling back down the great corpse falling with it he had to get away wrench the sword out jump back splash into the water struggle to the surface to the shore drag himself out of the water collapse on the shore and breathe.

He-he’d won, but just barely, and the losses were-Erebus bit back tears, looking away from the ragged stump at the end of his left arm. There was no way he could survive six more fights like that.

This horrible, hostile place was going to destroy him, and there would be nothing left of him to go back home.

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[featherlovesrobots]

Goes without saying but also needs to be said: This is MAGNIFICENT

smbirpbmrsipbmsrt i love robot whump so much. look at this treasure. how do you even do it

I love that Whumpee is yelling at them to stop!! it's so meaningful especially since they KNOW Carewhumpee is supposed to follow their orders—maybe they're used to them always doing as they're told instantly and efficiently upon request, so they lean on that to get them out of danger, but the "protect" code overrides the "follow orders" code so it's void. they can't keep them safe. but they still have to try in the only way they know how

ALSO the line "you're gonna be okay, right?" dude agjferingvsrign. no because they aren't just saying something like "it'll be okay" or even "are you okay?" they're ASKING Carewhumpee to reassure them. This drabble shows so much of the relationship in just a few words and it's actually super duper impressive because you can TELL that Carewhumpee is usually Whumpee's unshakeable protector, the one who is always there to tell them everything will be fine (even if they have to lie)

so when Carewhumpee gets hurt, Whumpee is scared. when they're scared, the first thing they do is go to Carewhumpee and ask for reassurance. which is just really selfish! but in a great way because I can understand where Whumpee is coming from and why they're so stunned and seeking comfort. this is exactly what i love about dynamics like this (also, imperfect whumpees for the win)

Also Carewhumpee..... agh. the unwavering loyalty, the lack of self-preservation, the determination to protect that definitely goes beyond their programming. They're incapable of considering ANYTHING other than Whumpee's safety and wellbeing. Them trying to comfort them to the best of their ability in a scary situation by holding their hand I'm DEAD

thank you so much for the prompt fill Seth!!! sorry for the essay I just really appreciate it

........ got anything for a soldier-android carewhumpee whose primary objective is to keep whumpee safe at any cost including their own life and limb

......always. forever. Here you go:

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"Get behind me."

Whumpee is yelling their name. It registers in flickers, painful urgent warnings across the right side of the vision, in varying intensities. Technically, Whumpee's orders are a priority. But there is one far more important than the words they say.

The soldier has already taken too many hits to stay efficient for terribly long, but they crouch low in a combat stance yet again. "Behind. Me."

"Stop! Please, don't--"

The first hit is easily blocked. The second, too. Carewhumpee disables the third opponent quickly, and ignores the sudden stinging pain deep in their gut. Another alert. Stab wound; damage to the coolant and circulation systems.

"Please!" Whumpee begs, louder this time.

"Grab my hand," the soldier says. The sight of them must be terrifying--fluid pouring from the contact points of the enemies after them, after the soldier, after their charge. But their priorities lie elsewhere.

Whumpee grabs their hand tightly. "You're gonna be okay, right? Tell me--"

"--I will," they say. It's a lie, more than likely. But if lying protects Whumpee, than so be it. "But first, we need to get you out of here. Alright?"

"Okay," Whumpee whispers. Their grip tightens. "Okay. Let's go."

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vote coughing up blood in this poll before it closes, send in proof and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!

[justkidneying]

When to Punch Someone in the Throat (probably never)

I see throat punches in media sometimes, and I wanted to explain why this is such a devastating (and illegal) move. Throat punches are no joke. I've always been taught that in the same way you would never point a gun at something you don't want to kill, you would never punch someone in the throat that you didn't want to kill.

Structure of the throat: the anterior part of the throat is very tender and unprotected. Out front you have the trachea, and behind that you have the esophagus. The thyroid cartilage (this is your Adam's apple) sits at the level of your voice box (larynx). About an inch above that, usually hiding up in your jawline, is the hyoid bone.

The Hyoid Bone: this is a horseshoe-shaped bone that freely sits in the anterior part of the neck (it's not connected to any other bone). It protects the airway, helps maintain neck posture, and assists with chewing, tongue movement, swallowing, and speaking. It's really bad to fracture this bone.

Throat Trauma: with any anterior neck trauma, there is going to be a lot of bruising (ecchymosis) and swelling (edema) in the laryngeal tissue. This swelling can compromise the airway, and the person can literally just die from that. If the force is in the right place and great enough, the hyoid bone will fracture. The bone will usually be fractured in several places. This is likely to also cause asphyxiation. You may also see hemoptysis (coughing up blood).

*I want to note that in strangulation injuries, the hyoid bone is commonly fractured. However, it's only found in 1/3 of homicides from strangulation. *

Timeline: okay, so obviously, the person may just grab their throat, choke, and die. But do you wanna know the part that freaks me out? The fact that patients can be asymptomatic for up to 72 hours (THREE FUCKING DAYS!!!). That's scary because the patient can be fine, they think they just have some bruising and a little swelling, then their throat starts spasming and they die of asphyxiation (crazy, right??).

Fighting: okay, back to fighting. Throat punches are not allowed in any combat sport, not even in no-holds barred (unless it's some weird kumite where you can kill your opponent). But, in normal combat sport this doesn't usually even happen on accident, because most people 1) tuck their chin and 2) know not to EVER punch someone in the neck. If it does happen, people will probably talk about it (like when a rabbit punch is thrown).

The only time I have seen a throat punch is with a kids' class (like 4-8 year olds) and that habit was quickly corrected. I think the only time it is ever appropriate would be in a life-or-death situation, but depending on the laws in your area I have no idea if it would be legal then (because you're probably going to kill that person).

Anyways, main point: don't punch people in the throat, like, ever. They may die, even if it is three days later.

[aceofwhump]

I'm taking a stage combat course right now, and it's really given me a new level of appreciation for whump!

There's so much that goes into putting the character in peril and keeping the actor safe, and SO much of it is down to acting, which makes whump even cooler in my eyes. (It's also kinda neat how every department needs to be involved, from the director to the cinematographer to even the costume people!)

It's neat to look at the (amazing, btw) gifs you post and see what techniques I can pick out

I just think it's cool to see how whump's an artform in so many ways. Plus, stage combat's really fun.

Sorry for the ramble!

Stage combat is SO FASCINATING!!!! That's so cool that you're taking a course on it!! Are you having a blast?! A friend of mine did some courses on it and had a blast. She focused on sword fighting cause she does renaissance faire shows. But yes! I love thinking about how intricate it all is, the choreography, how careful you have to be with each other to keep everyone safe, how to aim the camera in the right way so it looks like a real hit even when it isn't. It's so interesting. Thank you for sharing this with me! I couldn't agree more! I love thinking about how the actors performing my fav whump scenes are doing. I love watching stunt coordinators talk about their work. I never thought about the costumers though. That's definitely important too. And the make up department. And the props. UGH IT'S ALL SO INTERESTING!! Definitely another fun facet of whump love :D

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Was researching for my current WIP and found this wealth of knowledge! Link leads to an online resource about tactical combat casualty care. Helpful videos and diagrams are included. I'm only midway through it but boy have I learned some things

[sweetwhumpandhellacomf]

Whumpee is forced in an arena with a dangerous opponent--one that the whumpers think they can't possibly defeat. This is purely for their entertainment.

Ending A: Whumpee is beaten brutally and badly, left for dead and bleeding on the dirty floor. Maybe someone comes to dump them somewhere else, maybe to patch them up so they can go again in the future.

Ending B: The opponent refuses to fight for some reason, and actually protects whumpee when whumpers try to drag them back out, leading to the both of them escaping.

Ending C: Whumpee defeats their opponent through some fluke or extraordinary show of power, which leads to them taking the opponent's place in the bloodsport.

[etoiline]

scrapper, follow

for @bodecalweek day 4: may the force be with you

In the midst of a fight, Bode thinks he might lose Cal, and he reaches out with the Force—

Bode is usually so aware of his surroundings that no one can sneak up on him, even with his Force locked away. Kata would always complain she could never surprise him in the all-too-few times he’s home—of course, her sunshine-bright aura lights up the space, rendering hiding a moot point. Denvik has never successfully been able to get him to jump when he enters his office from an unspecified point (though Bode knows all the hidey-holes in that office, so also moot). But the fiery Jedi Bode has attached himself to—Cal Kestis throws all of Bode’s careful skills into disarray, with his flashing saber and infectious grin. He is a joy to watch, coiled power exploding into thrusts and slashes almost too fast to follow, but Bode does it, and occasionally he pays for it with an electrobaton to the stomach or a blaster bolt scar on his jetpack if he can’t get out of the way fast enough. Today, though, on some random mesa on Koboh, the two of them have found a group of purge troopers, all of them seemingly hopped up on whatever psychoactive drugs the Empire is feeding them, all of them desperate for Cal’s capture.

Read it on AO3. (11.8k)

[whumpy-bi]

“They’ll come for me, you know.”

The officer paces back and forth in front of Whumpee’s cell. They clasp their hands behind their back, suppressing a smirk.

“Who do you think is going to come for you, Whumpee, exactly?” They taunt. “Your general? No, of course not, he’d never risk his own life for such a new recruit. Do you think he’ll send someone? I doubt he’d risk losing personnel to rescue a single child he recruited less than a year ago.”

Whumpee feels their face heating up. “No, you don’t—“

“He isn’t particularly known for rescuing any captives, from my research. Suppose he’d consider it your fault you were captured in the first place.”

Whumpee clenches their jaw and shifts back on their metal cot. They know the officer has a point.

“No doubt, he’s already replaced you. With someone younger and even more eager to throw themselves down for a hopeless cause, I’m sure.”

“I’ll kill you, when I get out of here.”

The officer openly grins. “A compelling argument, Whumpee.” Before they begin to walk away, they hesitate.

“Your interrogation is soon. I’d advise cooperation…after all, they’ve already forgotten about you.”

[whump-kitty]

There's just something about the word remade being used in a whumpy way to me- like "I'm going to remake you" or "I remade you"...there's just something so amazingly permanent about it, something about how the whumper shows, with this, that the whumpee won't be the same ever again, no matter what they do and how much they heal, or whether or not they get rescued... that they'll always be defined by the pain they experience there, whether they like it or not

[99point9percentwhump]

Rolled 🎲: 2

Bromance

[ender-goo]

I may have gotten a little too excited

Just a bit silly

[stiwfssr]