#insect whump

[painsandconfusion]

Hi, I saw this on your blog and wanted to comment anonymously.

"i have an "insect infestation" prompt and im wondering if you have any whump ideas that relate to insects 👀"

OP could have quite a bit of fun with this.

(1) They could lock their whumpee in a dark room that's filled with creepy crawlies as some sort of punishment from the whumper.

(2) Whumpee stumbles into the attic to try and find a way out and it ends up being infested with wasps and they are swarmed and grievously injured.

(3) If you want to go really creepy, you could have the whumpee restrained while the whumper has a collection of insect larvae and taunts the whumpee before dumping them all over them and letting the insect larave crawl all over them for hours and result in bites. Even worse if the whumpee already has an injury, but I will not describe that because that could get VERY messy.

I hope this helps Caff!

thank you!!!!

@wild-selenite-caffine :D

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

this or that - whump tropes (53)

potentially dangerous flesh wound (and you might have to look out for rabies as well) or venom that a character might not even immediately notice?

[whump-mania]

something involving bugs and a whumpee who’s scared of bugs. Maybe tying them down and letting them crawl all over them and into their wounds and over their face. Just an idea, no pressure :)

(Tw: ants/insects, stalking, fear)

“So, I did a bit of digging before I took you.”

“…What?”

“Your blog. You post a lot on there—well, posted.”

“You’re a freak.”

“You really spilled on that thing, I mean…hah, who would just…tell the world all their fears?”

“…That was…o-only my friends were supposed to see that.”

“A lot of the stuff on there was impossible to do…you know, intangible stuff, like failure and death and all that boring shit. But one of them…”

“Hey, no no no, what the fuck is in that box—”

“Ants, who would have thought, huh? They’re so little and harmless. I even think they’re kinda cute. I had an ant farm as a kid.”

“Get the fuck away from me!”

“I know I shouldn’t believe everything I see on the internet, but…let’s just see if you were telling the truth or not.”

“No—No, NO!”

“Ooh, you’re crying already? I haven’t even poured them yet! How about…we start with the face.”

[paingoes]

Crash Out

Itch

(Content: ex-whumper, whumper turned whumpee, physical violence, addiction, past abuse, fainting, minor insects/insect bites, minor ableist language, homophobia mention)

The old irritation was back and biting. Throwing his phone into the creek had helped a little bit. Being away from the throne had helped a little bit. The drugs only ever made it worse and the drugs were all he had. He twitched endlessly. He hadn’t realize how badly he needed it until the urge was right on top of him.

He couldn’t break anything around Lorelai. The only time he’d tried that, she’d starting packing her bags, and they’d had to pay the hotel staff off for the damages. It was the closest she’d come to leaving him, right then and there. Nonstarter. 

She noticed it this time, but she mistook it for withdrawal. He was seldom down long enough for the lapse to start really hurting, but she could still see the signs when they came. She ran her fingers over his temple in an attempt to be soothing. It only made the burning worse. He bit into his own hand just to feel the pressure.

Another club. Better maintained on the inside than the others had been. It was a pity they had set it out in the middle of the swamp like that. The whole city was built on top of the wetland. The air burned with heat even at the darkest time of night. Lorelai had bought a pointy pair of pink sunglasses and a snapback that said LIFE’S A BEACH. She lost both of them an hour after they had entered the club and soon after he lost sight of her all together.

Thank god.

He knew so intuitively what he had to do. His knocked his shoulder straight into the boy’s side as he passed. The drink spilled and his hands didn’t leave his pockets. The club was crowded and his movement was subtle enough for the whole thing to look accidental, if you weren’t paying close attention.

“Say excuse me, asshole.” He heard the boy hiss out from behind him. Paris had to wipe the smirk off his face before he turned around.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” It melted into a glare. He didn’t need to force the irritation into his voice; it was right beneath the surface. He only needed to reshape it. It did not de-escalate from there.

The kid swung on him. Paris slipped to his right. He knew it was unfair. He was — for once — the more sober one in the exchange. His reflexes were overtrained. It didn’t matter. He’d been given an opening. He swung back. 

He pulled the punch, the same way he would have if it had been Delta. Not trying to kill him. Not even enough to seriously injure him. Just to do it. He got a few hits in just like that. There wasn’t any adrenaline in his body. All that existed was release.

It was a very funny feeling when the other party fought back.

The fight had to be mutual; he knew that ahead of time. He wasn’t crazy enough to just beat a stranger unprovoked. Still, the resistance he received came as a surprise. He wasn’t used to encountering it while in this headspace. In spite of what he’d planned, it caught him a bit off guard. Not enough to change the outcome, just kind of diminishing what he could get out of it. It shifted back into a normal fight just as soon as the kid had recovered. He was so fucking sick of those. The way they were matched up was decent, though. He gave more than he got, enough that he was momentarily sated. 

The bouncers got in the way before he could finish, though. They dragged both of them outside, practically throwing them onto the pavement. Paris landed on his feet, twisting out of their grasp. The other boy landed roughly on his side. All too familiar. The boy sat up, trying to struggle to his feet. The only reason Paris didn’t immediately kick him back down was because he was aware on some level how hard the concrete must be. No broken bones. That was a rule.

He shook his wrists out, ready to draw even more out of the encounter if he could afford it. He rolled his eyes as the club’s doors opened again and the boys’ friends came to the rescue. God fucking dammit.

He was right — the concrete was hard. They were all so fucking drunk and uncoordinated, but there were a lot of them. It was like fighting a moving wall. He wasn’t ready to be on the defensive. Not while he was like this. The most Delta had ever given him in return were cat scratches — sometimes electric shocks, if he was really freaking out. He’d barely even feel them until afterwards. Here, the sharpness of the pain took him out of the mood instantly. The one it forced him into was even stranger. For some reason, he started laughing. One of their fists caught the side of his face. Another half dragged him backwards, making him lose his balance even from a sitting position. He got the preternatural instinct to protect his skull. He felt the hard edge of someone’s boot collide with his interlaced knuckles just as soon as he did so. He’d just barely spared himself the head trauma.

“Not the head, dumbass,” One of them slurred. 

“Yeah, dumbass.” Paris was still laughing hysterically. Someone kicked him in the stomach, cutting him off mid-breath.

“He’s fucking insane. Like, mental sickness.” The boy he’d initially started the fight with had started to walk away. “Leave him alone.”

“Pussy.” Paris coughed. He flinched as one of the shapes above him moved, but another hit didn’t come. They withdrew.

He sat up slowly. His knuckles were bloodied, though he did not know if it was his or not. He glanced back at the club doors. The bouncers had been watching the whole thing. They shook their head. No re-entry. As if.

When he was back on his feet, his vision immediately got spotty. He thought it was another insect hallucination, but the movement was much more rapid. Like ink blots. The only reason he bothered to distinguish was because the hallucinations did not usually take up his entire field of vision. They didn’t threaten to take him down again. He blinked in and out of wakefulness and somehow did not stop walking until he heard the sound of waves crashing. Nobody could see the ocean at this time of night, only the darkness that held it. The beachgrass was right off the road. He took about five steps into the sand before he collapsed.

==========

It was the that heat first woke him up. The sun had only just risen over the ocean and already it was unbearable. All his skin felt dry and course. He rose his head up slowly from the dune and immediately regretted it. He hadn’t felt the soreness until he moved; it did not go away again once he stilled.

He blinked. A small caiman laid within the reeds a few feet from his face. They watched each other for some time. Little insects crawled rapid and clumsy throughout the pale grass and into the sand. There was an itch in his arms and his calves. He knew he’d spent the better part of the night getting eaten alive. 

He crawled up through the sand. The pavement was too hot to touch; he forced himself to rise. He shook the sand out from his shirt and hair. The sweat that was forming on his skin moistened it, coating him in a gross, muddy substance. The gnats buzzed incessantly. His mouth felt like cotton. Hell on fucking earth.

He trudged the path back to the motel room. He was lucky the spatial memory was still holding up, foggy as all his other facilities had become. Otherwise he’d have been totally lost. Lorelai…wasn’t as good with directions. Hopefully she’d made it back okay.

When he entered into the room, Lorelai was sitting up in the bed in just her camisole. The blanket was crumpled up around her. She looked up expectantly as he walked in. She wasn’t alone.

“Oh my god, you’re still alive.” Lorelai gawked. “Did you get kicked out of the club?”

“No,” he lied.

“So you just left me there alone for no reason?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Very cool of you. I was worried.”

“Clearly not that fucking worried.” His eyes traced over the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed beside her. She was wearing Lorelai’s hoodie, which was technically his hoodie. She was also hitting his vape. She didn’t take any visible offense.

“I should probably head out, anyway.” The girl unfolded her legs and stepped into her slides. She gave Paris a quick once-over as she stood up. “You’d better take some Nexgard. The sand fleas burrow.”

He could immediately feel the itch, even knowing it was psychosomatic. She slipped the door open.

“You’ll call me?” Lorelai called after her hopefully. The girl winked without smiling and disappeared behind the closing door.

Paris held one open hand up in the direction she had left in. The universal — one-handed — what-the-fuck? gesture.

“What?” Lorelai’s tone was defensive. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

“We are on the damn lam and you’re inviting people back to our room?”

“Relax. She’s rebel. She was at Occupy.”

He could’ve guessed. Any breed of deviant sexuality typically signaled rebel allegiance. God knew Empire wouldn’t have them. That didn’t necessarily put his mind at ease, but he’d have preferred to be caught by one of the rebel groups over Nezu if it really came down to it. Lorelai held up a large envelope from the nightstand.

“She asked if I could drop this off for her at Coda since we’re already headed North.” She smiled a little.

“Fuck no.”

“Well, it’s my ship and I’m driving, so we’re probably gonna. But we can talk about it.” 

There was definitely an edge to her voice. He didn’t answer, knowing there was nothing he could do but irritate her further. He moved past her.

“You should shower,” she suggested helpfully.

“I’m gonna shower.” 

……..

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[citrine-elephant]

idea: parasitic wasp.

leon trying to convince himself that it was totally just a weird fuckin fever dream. getting attacked, being paralyzed, that fuckin thing stabbing him multiple times.

and yeah, definitely.... definitely... he's definitely not about to start digging into those swollen lumps with a knife -

[defire]

Ghost of Seattle Chapter 57

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Content: manipulation, deliberate injury, betrayal, threats, escape attempt, touching bugs

"I told you you'd like Ghost if you just talked to him."

"I didn't say I 'liked' him. I said he was 'charismatic, in a rude way.'"

Oldman opened Buddy's door at that moment.

Ghost sleeved off his tears fast, turned around and lowered his head, glaring.

"You can't stop me." He said.

Oldman stepped forward. Ghost's eyes darted around to look behind Oldman for a way out. He'd brought some Shivers over here.

"You belong to Shiver." Oldman said, voice sounding sort of kind. "I'm sorry for my hard words, but I was upset over hearing what you tried to do. Can you forgive me?"

"I don't hold grudges." Ghost said.

"I want you to remember something you promised me a while ago." Oldman said. "You said, 'I don't ask why. I just do what I'm told.'"

Ghost didn't answer.

"I need some trust from you right now." Oldman said. "This is a difficult time for you, I've been through similar shit."

Ghost glanced back at Buddy. Her face was kinda red. Was she mad?

"Ghost." Oldman repeated. "Can you do that? Can you trust me to get you through this? We're all here for you."

The Shivers in the hall looked at each other, and Ghost, doubtfully.

"I... I heard what you said." Ghost said. "You didn't mean that?" 

He waited for Oldman's hesitation to stop--that moment when he opened his mouth, when he'd be focused on saying the words convincingly.

Then he darted forward to duck around Oldman, but Oldman caught the arm he used for balance, twisted, and pressed Ghost's momentum into the dresser. All the stress was on his wrist. The edge of the dresser cut in just above Ghost's hip as he leaned back to avoid the pressure Oldman put on his right wrist and elbow. The threat was that if Ghost moved, Oldman would bust the joints. Oldman knew Ghost's body well enough from training him, that he knew exactly how much pressure it took to make it hurt. He did.

"That was low." Oldman said calmly, twisting harder.

"Stop--stop." Ghost said, breathing hard. "Alright, I quit. You win." 

"Let him go," Buddy interrupted. "He said, you win."

"Stay out of this." Oldman said, making it hurt. 

Ghost winced and grabbed Oldman's wrist, tapping it. Oldman always used to release him when he tapped out. Today he didn't seem to want to.

"I'll give you one more chance." Oldman said, holding his wrist there.

Ghost nodded hastily.

Oldman let go.

Ghost released his breath, turning half away and cradling his wrist. 

He let Oldman do a long speech that would normally be pretty convincing. He stayed mostly silent, then started nodding occasionally. He pretended to be persuaded slowly, giving resistance at certain moments, then pretending to be swayed.

Oldman probably hadn't noticed exactly how closely Ghost had been watching him. Ghost was simply copying the verbal sparring tactics that Oldman had used on him.

He let Oldman think he had sufficiently brought down Ghost's self-respect. He nodded at the subtle accusations. He could see Buddy, still confused, out of the corner of his eye. She looked anxious.

"...When you take those situations into your own hands, those are the results you get."

Ghost listened, expressionless.

"Does that make it clearer to you?" Oldman said.

"I think so..." Ghost said, scratching his forehead. "Then... what can I do to earn your trust?"

It might be a dirty trick, but fighting dirty was what Ghost did best. He studied Oldman's face. Oldman also tended to hide his feelings.

"Let's walk back to my place." Oldman said. "We'll talk over expectations there."

They'd cross the courtyard. Ghost nodded.

Buddy stayed in her chair, looking confused, as they left. Ghost waved to her. She looked up at him, worried. Then back down at her gritty nails, like she felt bad.

Ghost turned back to follow Oldman. Sun had thawed the ground enough to make it full of air pockets and muddy, with clumps of snow here and there in the shade. Clouds said that more snow was coming.

He squinted in the early morning sun. When they reached the middle of the courtyard, that was the moment he chose.

Oldman let him walk a few feet away like he trusted him, but his reaction was lightning fast when Ghost bolted. Ghost was faster.

On the treacherous ground, Oldman slipped, and several Shivers outright fell when they tried to catch him before he got out of reach.

"Stop him!" Oldman bellowed. His frail vocal chords trembled.

Ghost ran carefully, lightly stepping and focusing on smaller steps, sucking his body in close.

He took a huge lungful of cold air and opened his mouth wide to let it through him. The daylight glare was so much he could hardly see. He smiled at the muddy ground. It felt so good to be running.

Shivers surrounded the courtyard in a U-shape. He dodged past a few of the faster ones, ducked hands and slipped over legs moved to trip him.

They grabbed his arms, but instead of pulling back, he twisted and shifted his weight, snapping out of grasp just before their grip tightened.

Nobody shot at him--not till he got over the barricade.

They couldn't climb after him. Nobody was as fast. He ran up it like a goat, hardly suppressing a giggle of excitement. A gunshot made him flinch, surprised. He jumped down, shoving in his earplugs after he landed in a low crouch. He kept going.

It only took a few seconds to find cover, and he kept going, even though his lungs felt like they were dying. Lots of people used the uncollapsed metro tunnels for a straight route.

Not Ghost. He hated feeling trapped, confined. You can't dodge in a tight space, really.

He couldn't run on top of roofs in broad daylight though. He could hardly see. It was too bright. Not to mention the main danger--sentries that thought of Ghost as an enemy. They'd been intimidated by him. Now that just put a target on his back. 

He clambered up into a building's 2nd floor and collapsed next to the wall, panting hoarsely. He coughed, covering his mouth to muffle it, not that it really helped.

It was so cold. Even the heat racing down his arms was whisking off in the breeze.

His throat hurt, and his wrist ached as well. He touched it lightly, trying to see where, and what kind of damage it had gotten. His other injuries didn't require as much caution to heal. This one would. 

He got up slowly, moving through the house to the kitchen.

There was no roof, the walls were blasted open, and the counter had been flipped up, but then had slipped back down, covering the pantry doors and drawers.

2 things you could find in this type of place--bodies, and cheaper loot. They could both be encountered in crevices Ghost could fit himself into.

He crept down between the countertop and the drawers. Cockroaches skittered over his hands. He released one from under his right finger. 

"Sorry. He whispered to it. Poor thing.

"Hey." He said into the darkness. He hoped to startle away any larger creatures. "Hey."

No response.

He crawled in and checked in the drawer under the oven. Pans, trays, and a mouse.

The next drawer was full of cloths. He stuffed them into his waistband.

He couldn't open the other 2, and he didn't want to disturb the ruins too much, trying to force it. If you did, you could end up in a pile of rubble. Lots of houses were just hanging on by a thread.

He paused and hunched at the sound of a copter over his head. They passed slowly. A long time ago, people used to get shot at on sight from the copters. Now, people just always hid. 

Ghost checked the last cupboard and found food. 12 cans of mostly tomato paste.

"Food." He whispered. "Hell yes." 

With some new clothes he found, a backpack of cans and a blanket, Ghost emerged from hiding at dusk. Rooting around and ducking out of sight from gang patrols had taken most of the day.

Time to get the fuck out of Seattle.

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[basementwhumpworm]

Accidental whumper is terrified of bees, so it sucks more that their school/work has been having bug infestations lately.

One day them and Whumpee walk into the building and found a very irritable bee nest. Whumper freaks out while Whumpee tries to stop them from throwing a FUCKING CHAIR at the hive. Whumper does not listen. Whumpee is forced to jump in the way so the bees don’t ✨lose their shit.✨

Whumpee can’t move from of excruciating pain of being hurled a chair at. Whumper, realizing what just happened, panics even more and just RUNS.

So anyways the next time they see each other is a little awkward—-

[astaldis]

@juneofdoom     @witchermonstermayhem

For the June of Doom prompts 1: "Help me." & Fetal Position and the Witcher Monster of the Month June prompt: "Yikes!"

Chapters: 1/1    Words: 2,158 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members, Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion Whump, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, venom, Parasites, insect attack

Summary: While collecting firewood for the campfire, Jaskier goes missing in the forest. When Geralt finds him, a surprise is waiting for the Witcher. And it is not a nice one.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

what if there are. buges and things in the walls. mice perhaps

👀 WHAT IF INDEED

[wellthisissomething]

AI-Less Whumptober Day 11 - Hallucinations

DFF: Dead Friends Forever - Ep. 10

Reunion: Sound of Providence - Ep. 6

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Insect Detective 2 - Ep. 25

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[davussyyy]

Gigantic Cockroaches Start a Revolution Against Giant Flies

Rose gets attacked by a giant fly when assisting in a revolution.

October 7 - Medical Monday

Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

[nobodysdaydreams]

Happy Day 3 of Whumptober TMBS Fandom!

To celebrate I have (or will have once she gets a chance to fix her AO3 settings) gifted this fic to the wonderful Connie (@heyitsthatonesmolgay) to thank her for the awesome fanart she made of my S.O.S. fic and the amazing podcast she did for my other Whump fic "Treat Them With(out) Mercy". Thanks Connie!

I finished the first two chapters so please enjoy! More coming soon!

Summary: Nicholas Benedict had known that trying to track down the Sender might get him into trouble- might even put his very life in danger- but being pulled back into a nightmare he’d tried to forget was not something he could have ever imagined.

Or: a brief history of the Waiting Room.

[zoethehead]

OK, lemme try this again.

Here's a new soldier whumpee that I made, I based him off of the bald-faced hornet

His name is Dorian

Images from fábrica de heróis, and picrew.

The picrew in question was made by Mano

[whumped-by-glitter]

What inspired my world:

Oh, a species of slave taking ants I learned about in an animal behavior lecture last semester, apparently they will starve to death even if surrounded by food if a slave ant doesn't feed it....

Everyone I've told this to so far: WTF?!!!! is that even real? What? That's a thing?

I love nature, also my brain makes some weird connections, ant hills became kingdoms... 🤣

[catnykit]

whump idea #1

woods+maggots+insanity? Not a good deal.

"Your stories are messed up" darling before knowing the whump community they were FUCKED UP,Now atleast I have to put a fucking category....

TW: READ THE TAGS.

I remember having this daydream/idea about one of my characters lost in the forest and having a "mindless episode"(i dont know,It could be psychosis,Drunkness,absolute and raw insanity,starvation,Delirium,mind control,You call it) but they find this weird ass pile of maggots. And eat it. And this was horrible because the maggots quickly squirm and start sparcing throught the MC's body like a virus. Tearing apart organs and tissue inside-to-outside. They start to feel sick in only some minutes after their conciousness come back. This already sounds enough agonazing,But to stress it even more,They were lost in the middle of nowhere,Their whimpers and struggles falling on deaf ears. They are supposed to die slowly and alone... BUT but,the good or worst part is the fact that,they didnt died like that!!! some maggots for some reason decided to go for the throat and lungs because Idfk they liked it there🤷‍♀️. so,Instead of getting eated alive painfully slowly they instead suffocate to death. Yes And,To stress this EVEN MORE is the fact that,No matter what was it,The "mindless episode" is a signal of probabily mentally unwell. Someone enough psychologically injured to go savague on the woods and dies in an HORRIBLE way,Without no one to help them. And even if someome did save them,This psycologicall injury would make it harder for anyone to help,ESPECIALLY if the deranged person is agressive even in great pain. So yeah,Thanks for coming to my ted talk about this whump daydream of long ago :3

[whump-in-the-night]

alright hear me out on this one. Ready?

bug whumps.

From an infestation of ants eating whumpees paralysed rotting body while they’re trapped in their cell to maggots being used to clear infected tissue during caretaking. Or maybe the whumpee was put in a pit of them and now freaks out over spiders and stuff. idk I didn’t see anyone use the trope yet.

TW insects, spiders, etc

Hmm. Personally I'm a little squicked by most bugs, though it could definitely be a good additive to something like environmental whump or if whumpee is locked up in like a dungeon with horrible conditions. Some bugs (like mosquitoes, ticks, etc, which are also just. Annoying.) can carry diseases which has whump potential too. I could also see whumpee developing a phobia of bugs (or rats or whatever) if they experienced them during captivity. Or, a whumper finding out that whumpee has some kind of preexisting bug phobia and using it against them. Or for a more whumperless scenario, a whumpee with a bee allergy getting stung by a bee. Ouch.

How likely I am to engage with this trope (personal opinion, not a moral judgement): 2/10 Why: mostly, I just find it squicky. There's a few other tropes I like less/am more squicked by, and I think it's got a lot of whumpy potential. Whump involving insects is also a pretty broad category and I'd be more into some scenarios than others.

Send me a whump trope/scenario/genre/whatever and I'll tell my opinion of it!