#crawling whump

[seth-whumps]

i see your crawling tropes and i raise you: leader whumpees crawling.

the strongest one, the untouchable one, stumbling to the ground. one hand outstretched, reaching for a weapon to defend themselves; the object they're protecting; a phone to warn their team to be alert, that they're being taken, they can't protect anyone, nobody is safe anymore. the unbreakable leader, ruined to the point where they can't lift their battered body from the ground.

[comfortingcatharsis]

A character, injured and unable to walk, determinedly dragging themselves across the ground, desperate to reach something, clawing their way forward toward their goal inch by painful bloody inch.

[aceofwhump]

Twisters (2024)

[whumpster-dumpster]

Fun fact, if your whumpee's hair is long enough and not tied back, it can get caught under their knees and yank their own head down as they're trying to crawl

[where-is-my-whump]

Hudson and Rex 6x07

[befuddled-calico-whump]

(remaining panels under the cut for gore.)

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

previous (cw: gore) // next

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(suggested by anon!)

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[echo-goes-mmm]

Whumpee who both loves and fears their carewhumper in equal measure

"Aren't you afraid of him?"

"...I'm afraid of everyone."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"...yes. I'm scared. But Master loves me. He helps me when I'm sick, or- or when I'm really scared. He takes care of me."

"Does he, though? He hurts you. There's bruises when he hits you. He forces you to sleep with him. You're his slave."

"I don't- I don't mind so much. He's kind, most of the- I mean. Sometimes. And I like it when-"

"You like it?"

Pause.

"...I think so."

[letthewhumpbegin]

The Crow (2024)

[yonbwekh]

injuries on the front of the knee suck because walking hurts but so does crawling and kneeling and just about everything.

[bloodandwhump]

The Equalizer (1985-1989): S03E17 "The Mystery of Manon Part 2" - 2/2

[citrine-elephant]

wait... i think i realize why i like helena....

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Oh oh!!!!! Can you do prompts about "Language"!!!

Been wanting to write a language related fic for months but can't think of any cool ideas :(

Best regards,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Ah, apologies for the delay, I’m not always online.

Anyway, let’s see what I can do:

Language

There’s yet another prophecy about doomsday, but it’s encrypted/in an ancient language. Time for Hero to ask for Renowned Linguist’s help once again, aka Villain under their secret identity.

Superhero claims that Citizen’s body language shows that they were lying during their interrogation. They’re not. They just really, really don’t want to be here.

Hero and Villain are the only two who can speak a dying dialect. Reluctantly, this brings them together.

Same idea, but they’re absolute nerds and speak Vulcan or Elvish fluently.

Hero&Sidekick (or Villain&Henchman) share a second language the other team don’t speak. It’s great to yell messages at your ally that your foes can’t understand.

Hero and Villain don’t speak the same language. They need Henchman/Sidekick to be a translator to understand each other. The translation might or might not be accurate.

Villain has captured someone who knows things, but speaks in a language they can’t understand. They use an online translator. Confusion ensues.

Villain has captured someone who knows things, but speaks in a language they can’t understand. They kidnap Sidekick to force them to be a translator. Sidekick tries to communicate with Citizen and find an escape plan together without getting caught.

Villain’s Evil lair has a great gadget able to detect any kind of human voice to detect any intrusion. Shame that Hero speaks ASL, then.

Once captured, Villain has a lot of four-letter words to say about the way the heroes treat them. Hero whumps them into watching their language.

I hope these can be useful to you! (I'll keep your other ask for later.)

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More prompts like this under this tag.

Back to Hero x Villain Masterlist

[aceofwhump]

Doctor Who 3x07 "42"

[spector]

period cramps have me like

[erdarielthewhumper]

Caretaker and whumpee pair where there's no love lost between them, but the caretaker still does what they can to help the whumpee is actually a really Good Trope. Like, maybe the characters are rivals, maybe there's something in their past, maybe they just generally dislike each other as people, but one way or another, they're kind of on bad terms.

But whether out of pragmatic necessity (like it's clear they'll have to work together to escape or else neither will, or because as long as the villains are hurting whumpee they're leaving the caretaker alone, or because the whumpee's continued survival just is in some way vital to the organization they work for, or whatever) or simply out of basic human decency, when the two are stuck together in a bad situation and whumpee's badly hurt, the caretaker does what they can to help

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumptober Day 29

FATIGUE | Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

Whumptober Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 600

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: lab whump, labyrinth, fatigue, exhaustion, electrocution, forced to crawl, passing out

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The bright lights hurt Whumpee's eyes, and their legs felt like jelly, but still, they continued walking, right hand firmly on the blindingly white wall. They had long ago lost track of how long they had been trapped inside the maze, tossed in as a test. They could still see Whumper's patronizing grin right before they shut the door.

"You think you're so clever? Let's see you solve this labyrinth I prepared for you. No time limit."

Whumpee didn't bother to protest. Whumper would've ignored them anyway. So they'd just turned and began walking. And walking.

And walking.

They knew the trick to getting out of mazes was to always follow one of the walls. Eventually, they would cover all the ground in the maze and find the exit.

How soon eventually was, however... they didn't have a clue. And soon enough Whumpee began to fear that there was no exit, that Whumper had shoved them inside as punishment for... something. No time limit, ey? What're they gonna do when I starve or pass out from thirst? Gonna heal me up and then shove me back in?

Whumpee wouldn't put it past them to do that, actually. Whumper had no limit to the cruelty they'd inflict on their subjects. They never told a new subject their rules until they broke them, and each punishment was worse than the last. Was the labyrinth the last straw? The final experiment, ending in death?

Whumpee would welcome death at this point. Anything to escape Whumper's experiments.

Their feet were now aching, and they suspected blisters were beginning to form. Not to mention the hunger. How long had it been since Whumper had last fed them? Whumpee couldn't remember. They paused, sinking to the ground and leaning against the wall. They groaned softly as their feet started to cramp and began to stretch the hurting muscles.

A wailing noise echoed over their head, startling them. The wailing of microphone feedback. "Who said you could rest?" Whumper demanded from an unseen speaker. Whumpee couldn't see their face, but they imagined they were smirking.

Whumpee ignored them, continuing to stretch, now rotating their ankles.

Electricity crackled, and Whumpee screamed as pain shot through their body. They scrambled away from the wall, cursing.

"On your feet," Whumper ordered harshly. "You only stop when I say you stop."

Whumpee glared in the general direction of the search party, but did as they said, rising to their feet and beginning to walk again. "Controlling bastard," they muttered under their breath.

Pain shot through them again, and they crumbled to the ground, their legs suddenly numb. Whumpee tried to rise, but their legs refused to respond. Their breathing quickened in terror.

"Crawl," Whumper hissed, "or you will regret defying me."

They can do that? Since when can they do that?

"Crawl! Did I say you could stop?"

Heart racing, Whumpee began to push themself forward with their arms in a slow, crude army crawl. All they could do was obey. What other choice did they have? Whumper would make them miserable, prolonging their life somehow until they begged for death.

Their shoulders and elbows throbbed from the exertion. The labyrinth seemed to spin around them. Was it growing darker? Was Whumper taking away the light, forcing them to navigate blind?

Whumper yelled something again, and Whumpee realized they had stopped moving. They couldn't understand what  Whumper was saying.

But honestly... as their head rested against the floor and darkness rushed in, Whumpee decided they didn't care.