#gladiator whump

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

I’m reading this book on gladiators and it talks about how traditionally gladiators wouldn’t have scabbards, so their sword pommels were tied to their wrists (to make it harder to disarm them). And I’m just thinking. The symbolism. The angst.

Go a step further. Imagine a whumpee forced to fight, their weapon chained to their hand. They cannot escape the violence they will commit. A symbol of power turned into a ball and chain.

[snakebites-and-ink]

I was thinking about gladiator whump (which I could make a post about just in and of itself. but anyways) what if someone was there willingly, maybe eagerly even, for the thrill or the glory or what have you. And they thought all their opponents were in a similar situation. But then they find out that's not the case. Their rival was forced into this against their will. Forced into the violence, the risks, the public eye, the pain, all of it. And the one who signed up willingly immediately goes into hardcore protecc mode for the person they'd wanted to tear apart only moments ago

[secretwhumplair]

Gladiator whump but the gladiators aren't owned, they're compelled by their circumstances to particpate in dangerous arena fights for a pittance, or even just for a chance at prize money. Gladiators who, out of despair, will climb over each other to be chosen by the ringmasters for more fights where they might be injured or killed.

Loose, uneasy alliances are formed in the underbelly of the arena to watch each other's back while waiting for their fight, because no one's above sabotaging their rivals.

Deaths in the arena are rare--a simple honour systems means a killer can't expect to survive themself when bested--but always a looming possibility, whether by accident or malice. Sometimes the ringmaster will hire a mercenary without the same qualms to spice things up.

For some of them this violent world is all they have, with no one but themself to piece themself back together after a fight. Others struggle to balance it with caring for a family member, or their other two jobs.

Some gladiators become popular enough with the audience they get to fight multiple times in a day. The downside, of course, being that they get to fight multiple times in a day.

Evenly matched fights are the worst--drawn out and brutal, when neither opponent can easily end it. They're also the most fun and exciting to watch, so they're as common as the ringmasters can make them.

The ringmasters are wholly indifferent to the fate of any given gladiator. After all, there's more where this one came from.

[evil-by-noon]

A Moment of Satisfaction - Gladiator Whump Prompt #14

Multiple Guards / Colosseum Monster Whumpee

There are 3, 4, 7 men piling on top of Whumpee. Someone shoves his hand into her wing feathers and grabs, damn near tearing out the whole handful. They always pin the wings first, they always have to ground her. She could kill them. It'd be easy for her! They're cheating. She's livid.

She shrieks, claws at the arms trying to subdue her, bites down on a hand trying to silence her. Human blood is a familiar, boring taste but at that moment it at least feeds her rage and satisfaction.

Her legs are immobilized, but in a rush, humans always forget the tail- she swings it down and back-

"ARGH! DAMN THIS BITCH-" and rips through flesh like a whip. Someone restraining her legs falls to the side of her and she flattens her ears and scrambles to get the leg beneath her and flip on top of the man on her other leg, ripping her wing away from the one holding it in the same motion. The man she now has pinned- Young, inexperienced, weak- Holding on with only his arms, so when she flipped the position he was thrown onto his back. Her knee is on his neck.

The other men back away by instinct. She flexes her hands, her claws, her talons. That's right. She's a dangerous animal, apex predator. They all know it. They can't control her. She's wild and powerful.

She breathes raggedly. There's only a moment's hesitation, and- they're cheating. She'd have won. But there's nowhere to go.

A bigger man finds the balls to tackle her off his friend without warning- she isn't sent rolling but moreso crushed under his weight for the second before their momentum puts her next to and not under him anymore. She immediately launches herself away, making it two feet in the air before someone catches the top edge of her wing on the downswing and she slams right back to the ground on top of the other wing.

CRACK-

The angle is just wrong and pain rockets up her wing and into her back, though it was something in the far joint that fractured.

Squawk- a boot crashes into the side of her throat and she instantly knows, that's it.

She's sent into a coughing fit, curled in a ball and unable to even tuck her wings into a cocoon without a stabbing, throbbing pain that seems to not want to stay at its source, lighting up the nerves in her entire leftside back as well.

Heavy metal rattle and clink, they haven't brought these out in a while. Hadn't needed to. The manacles are a cold burden round her wrists, ankles, neck. The chains make them ten times heavier. She hopes many days are ruined by this besides hers, and really she knows because no one profits from having a fighter who can't fight.

Something is badly fucked because her wing can't even return to the bent resting position without excruciating pain, so the kid from earlier is carefully supporting it while two other men are firmly holding her with their shoulders under her arms as she limps, now that she's stopped trying to maim them. Her vision is blurred, slightly. It might just be the sand that got in her eyes. The sand or the ash.

The blinding hot light of outside seems to fall instantly to a cool, damp darkness once they start descending the steps, practically carrying her. Every jostle of her wing makes her lose her breath trying to stay quiet.

This'll be expensive to fix, she thinks. Not too expensive- worth it, but only barely.

Her wing pangs. She licks the blood off her teeth.

Ha. That'll show them.

[sapphicccici]

Gladiator Whump

This is more canon backstory for my OC Detali Gamble, who is a beserker barbarian. She and Cossim Vect are prisoners who are forced to be gladiators. This is about their first fight!

Also today is Cossim's birthday. Everyone say happy birthday Cossim! <3

content warnings: whump, (non permanent) character death, blood, coughing up blood, gladiator fights, barbarian typical rage, guns, sci fi violence, gore

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“You motherfucker,” Detali screamed. “I’m gonna fucking end you!”

“How ‘bout you come over here and try it?” Cossim challenged in an infuriatingly smug tone.

Cossim raised his pistol and fired, and even through the adrenaline Detali could feel the sting in her side where the shot made contact.

“Don’t be so fucking cocky,” she growled at him

She rushed forward, swinging her gun in a broad swipe at his head. He raised a hand and the hit shattered a force shield that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

Detali snarled. The next two hits had Cossim landing hard in the dust.

Fear flashed across his face before he produced a small object from a pouch on his waist and chucked it at her. It magnetized to her gun and began to pulse and buzz, and within seconds her gun was glowing crimson.

She cried out and dropped it, her hands already red and burning.

Cossim grinned proudly, his smile now red and missing a few teeth, and wiped at his bleeding nose.

Rage burned in her stomach.

He thinks he’s so fucking clever.

She ripped her handaxe from her belt.

Well, clever can’t do shit against this.

Her axe thunked into Cossim's stomach. She could barely hear him screaming over the roar of her audience.

“No more snarky comments?”

He coughed uselessly and tried to kick her, but it didn’t land.

“Huh?” Detali leaned down close to his face as she ripped the axe from his stomach. He had pretty eyes, even when his pupils were dilated with terror. “Sorry, hun, I didn’t get that. Try again.”

She straightened and brought the axe down again, this time landing it square in the center of his chest. Her boot pressed down on the butt of the axe, pushing it deeper until there was a satisfying crack. Cossim shuddered and coughed one last time, then went still. Blood leaked from the corners of his slack lips.

“That’s what I thought.”

As camera drones swooped in to get a good close-up of the carnage, a twang of guilt pulled at her chest. She kneeled and closed his eyes with bloody fingertips, leaving streaks of red down his face.

This one was fun, she thought. I hope he sticks around.

She stood and raised her arms to the crowd, soaking in their applause, and she smiled.

“Everyone, our victor: Medusa!”

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump Idea (I)

Whumpee is a renowned gladiator, and while it wasn’t by choice, the triumph of the battle and the cheering crowd almost make up for it.

Until a new ‘fighter’ is shoved into the ring, gripping their sword wrong and disoriented by the crowd. But their eyes widen when they see Whumpee. Not in fear. In recognition.

Whumpee realizes why this fight in particular is “to the death”.

[lostwhump]

@whumpril | Day #11: Grounding Gladiator (2000)

[letthewhumpbegin]

Gladiator II (2024)

My GIF masterlist

[whumpypepsigal]

[gashofleastresistance]

“I remember that day. I never forgot it. That a slave could take revenge against an emperor.”

Paul Mescal as Lucius Verus in Gladiator II (2024) dir. Ridley Scott

[trilliumprince]

ive been thinking about the parallels between living weapon and gladiator whumpees

being treated like a loaded gun, could be set off at any moment

every single second of their days is planned out. monotonous in a way, their schedule the same. mostly training with breaks for meals. scant amount of free time, if any at all. only really broken up for assignments or training/medical check ins

frequent medical exams in order to make sure they are perfect condition

being fitted for uniforms, muzzles, etc.

custom fitted restraints in general. for comfort.

the potential guilt that comes with killing for a living

so much blood on their hands

being restrained to a hospital bed/cot (and also maybe sedated) to keep them from potentially hurting the medics that treat them while injured

being locked in small rooms after their assignments while the adrenaline wears off

or maybe locked in a "kennel" of sorts while being transported

having complicated relationships with their handler(s)

over time their response to threatening situations (even if they arent actually in danger) is to fight back which can make recovery extra hard

and also just the recovery in general?

the potential of feeling almost lost and without purpose now that its all over

just. i dont think people really think about how similar living weapons and gladiators are

[copper-caster]

I have been in the mood for some dark Transformers fic, and so far, the Transformers fanfics haven't offered me much. Until I happened to stumbled upon your Failsafe coding AU, which I know for sure I want to see this AU to be developed because it's both juicy and full of whump.

First, I would love to know how Megatron was in the situation of being a Gladiator slave in the first place. I imagine Megatron, original was a miner in D-16 who worked with other miner fellows, and one of them was Terminus being his caretaker/creator. It was a tough job and tough life, but they still earned enough to get the basic necessity for their lives. Until one day, the mine that they were working at was collapsed, resulting in the mine getting shut down and the miners losing their jobs. Unfortunately for D-16, Terminus was severely injured due to the mine incident, and they basically couldn't afford any medical care to cure his injured. Then, he met some bots offering him to work as a Gladiator in this one seemingly legal arena with a hefty amount of shanix that was enough to pay for his caretaker' medical bill, so he agreed to the offer, without realizing he was trafficking himself to be the property of the arena (I'm thinking about D-16 signed a shady contract that basically tricked him to be in debt through additional fees/services provided for him when he worked at the arena, and he had to pay back those fees plus very high interests. Also, if he loses a match, he has to pay for that loss. So you can imagine the arena master did everything to sabotage him and slowly trap him and threaten him to comply with their demands, leading of current situation of him). This is my idea for this AU, but I would love to hear your ideas for Megatron's background.

Second, I can't help but wonder what would happen to Orion Pax when he got caught and became the victim of trafficking. I know his face got very damaged due to the attack from Megatron's losing control, and may be his current owner did consider to put him through empurata and reduced him to a breeding slave. However, what if the reason why Orion Pax got discovered being a mole is because the current owner of Orion had taken into liking him when Orion still pretended to be the eye candy of any random Senator at these deranged party? Probably, this mech wanted to approach Orion but got rejected by him, which was a serious misstep from Orion Pax. So this mech (either a ring leader of Outlier trafficking organization or one of the rich clients) decided to dug into Orion's personal life like a creeping stalker he was, and he finally found out about Orion's real identity... which led to Orion getting exposed and well, becoming the trafficked mech like other Outliers and activists. So after Orion got ravaged by Megatron as spectacle for the deranged and vile beings (including a bunch of corrupted senators and governors), Orion got auctioned off and get bought by the same mech that exposed him being a mole. The Orion's master at first, seeing how Orion's face got almost destroyed, decided to reduce him just a breeding slave so no need to get him a new face. However, this deranged master also missed Orion's handsome face and his beautiful optics full of fire and defiance and he enjoyed to see Orion's faceplate when he broke him down into an hopeless and defeated cage bird. So he decided to fix Orion Pax's face once he birthed his and Megatron's first child. Though, when his face was fixed, Orion was forced to have a retractable facemask to hide his identity (but mostly to tempt the clients to pay extra fees if they wanted to his face in a private setting. Plus, the owner was possessive of Orion's pretty face). This is what I come up and I would love to see your ideas of what happened to Orion Pax when he became the trafficked mech or how he got discovered.

I actually would like to come up with more details of Orion's predicaments and hellhole conditions as being a trafficked mech. I wonder if you would have him just being a breeder or him being prostituted by his owner. Also, would love to see or imagine how he interacted with Starscream and other trafficked mechs. Do you know who else was being enslaved under the owner.

Awwwwwwwww i really love this what a great first ask for this blog

I'll give a little response here while I'm figuring out some world building stuff, im not gonna be shy about my influences & thinking about Gladiators stuff is making me want to rewatch some documentaries on Rome & also this https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0GHjKMoz98-cIDeNe9pngGKR-6lseGvr animatic series

The great thing about fiction is even if you're inspired by history is you can also just make shit up still i want to scratch that nerd itch so there's going to be Gladiator schools & taking from some naval history like a lot of mechs are pressganged into stuff

First of all i like the idea of D-16 being made during the gorilla fighting that eventually drove off the Quintesson occupation, his alt form is first and foremost a gun, tho in this it's more like Black Rock Shooters massive arm canon that has to be wielded by another bot,

As for his history we could take some inspiration from Spartacus & say that he was accused of deserting & that's how he ends up in a miner's chaingang

Lots of warframes end up going through something similar since the ruling classes/casts are firm believers in religious functionalism & think that the warframes will just fight constantly if they aren't tightly leashed

The gladiatorial rings were something introduced to Cybertron during the occupation with the Quintessons using them much the way the romans did, to execute criminals & entertain/threaten the masses, shipping in animals from distant planets & such to tear the sentenced apart, then they started training/designing their own executioners after exhausting the predatory fauna of numerous worlds (fun fact rome nearly drove lions to extinction in several places), leading to the system of gladiators & there being less death in the ring if no less bloodshed because who wants to destroy their bespoke killing machines, the general populace begin to associate these mech with the Unmaker maybe some of them begin to venerate the Fallen as a cultic figure, here using the roman meaning of cult/cultic etc, patron of the ring

Maybe D-16 was originally destined for one of these Gladiator schools being a custom commission but was stolen by a gorilla resistance & that's how he ended up as part of the resistance, regardless he meets Terminus in the mines & that's a strong influence on him

He ends up in the ring having been sentenced to execution idk why yet but probably for defending another miner from an overseer, but against all odds he survives the fight, "I Still Function!" & he ends up being sold to a school despite ostensibly having won his freedom yet again. The other gladiators induct him into the cult & over time begin to venerate him, which the Managers of the school catch wind of & give him the stage name Megatronus after the Fallen which he shortens to Megatron, 'come see the gladiator blessed by the Unmaker himself' etc etc.

Orion gets found out as a mole because the Senator that Shockwave coerced into getting Orion into the private parties sold them out. Which is also how Senator Shockwave gets empurata'd because the traffickers have sponsors from the council. But i love the idea of other party goers harassing Orion. These things are always masquerades with bots wearing masks/battlemasks & holographic clothing to disguise themselves, in this verse bots can change their colours nanites at will if they have enough energon to spare which adds a layer to their disguises. Bots will often dress up as historical or mythological figures so Orion gets dressed up as a mini Prima. Which definitely caught the eye of the trafficker since he's playing up Megatron's status as a cultic figure to make him more appealing/unique to the high cast bots hiring him for the party.

I haven't worked out how exactly i want cybertronian reproduction to work yet but there's definitely multiple ways a bot can be born with pregnancy being highly risky & very rare.

At first Orion is being housed/moved with Starscream but once the sparklings are born and sent off to their new owners. The manager started bidding on the sparklings as soon as they confirmed it had taken at the party. They get separated & Orion gets subjected to training so he can put up some mock fight before he gets fucked six ways to sunday at the next party. He also gets /trained/ on how to please the party goers beforehand. I can definitely see the tracker prostituting Orion out where he wouldn't be as willing to do so with his high value Outlier stock. It's through tracking sightings of Orion that Jazz, Blaster, & Prowl are able to close in on the trafficking ring.

I haven't come up with who else has been disappeared yet tbh.

But if you like my plot bunny i can definitely recommend blogs like @yayasvalveplay , @transingthoseformers , & @brandwhorestarscream (i hope they don't mind me tagging them lol)

[iolausian-fields]

Iolaus' not so warm welcome in prison

ʜᴇʀᴄᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏꜱ s1e10 - Gladiator

[losthavenmine]

Russell Crowe Filmography Series || Restrained

For @uuuhshiny

[tlou-obsessed]

For anyone who might remember, this is tlouobsessed, I impulsively deleted my blog a few months ago. I used to make analysis posts on the last of us episodes and occasionally wrote a ficlet or two, I have truly missed it on here and need the comfort again, life has been...not so lovely and I desperately need the distractions . Anyways this is like a Hello Again.

[lostwhump]

@whumpril | Day #18: (Alt. Prompt) Hazing Gladiator (2000)