AKIRA (1988)
Dear followers, today I offer you: this bullshit
Tomorrow: who knows
Content: Injury whump, apologetic, defiant, and stoic survivors, ptsd
"Why are you limping?" "Sorry, I'll stop."
Caretaker walks in on survivor pasting bandaids onto huge, infected cuts.
"I'm so sorry--I'm sorry--I didn't mean to waste them,"
Or just "Do you have any like, duct tape, my tendon got nicked and I--"
Hiding wound and turning away from caretaker "You can't have it back--it's all bloody now! I claimed it. Hah!"
Every "thank you" is so apologetic it makes caretaker cringe.
"I'll protect you." Survivor straightens and grabs the nearest object as a weapon.
"Ah--fuck, don't grab me there!" "Whumpee did you... is that a cut inside your wrist?"
Caretaker hears whumpee making pain noises in their sleep, whimpering "I tried, I tried..."
Living weapon PTSD
Content: punishment aftermath, scars
(stoic whumpee vibes)
Sees someone pick up a long thin object, immediately winces and takes a rigid, chin-up posture like a soldier in line
Or (if severely triggered) yanks off their shirt in one fluid motion, turns and faces the wall, bracing their hands against it for support
If they see a weapon they watch it, and whoever has it, like a hawk
Trying to figure out who's in charge no matter what situation they're in. Using a formal tone with them even if they're TRYING to just be normal
Tensing up around people that act/speak like whumper. They don't want to embarrass themselves by flinching every five seconds so they're just going to flex every muscle until they are gone.
Self aware of their stiff posture. Sitting down and forcing themselves to relax into a couch and put on a fake smile
Caretaker seeing their scars and covering their mouth.
In that event, whumpee flushing and covering them because they're still ashamed of "earning" the punishments that left those marks
Or if they're from combat, smiling and telling the story proudly because they made their owner proud that day and they weren't punished
Trying to explain what happened and then suddenly going quiet
Answering questions like they're being interrogated by a superior
Refusing to speak because they're flashing back to a time they were interrogated in an enemy compound
living weapon who’s been trained not to speak but has a very obvious ‘tell’
- eye twitch
- mouth twitch
- white knuckling whatever they’re holding
- sideways glance
- maybe even a scoff
they can’t help it, it just comes out
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“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”
“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”
“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”
“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”
“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”
“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”
“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”
“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”
“I know, I know it hurts.”
"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."
“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”
“Where are they? Where are they?!”
"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."
"You just watched them die."
"This is going to hurt, okay?"
"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."
"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."
"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"
"I came as soon as I heard."
“Get away! You’re hurting them!”
“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”
“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”
“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”
"Help them! Please!"
"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."
"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."
"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."
"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."
"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."
“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
¹⁾ a basket of laundry left in a doorway
²⁾ a sticky note on a pillow
³⁾ colourful fridge magnets
⁴⁾ a laden clothesline
⁵⁾ plates of fresh-cut fruit
⁶⁾ towels warm from the dryer
⁷⁾ the whistle of a kettle
⁸⁾ messy bedsheets
⁹⁾ books stacked on a nightstand
¹⁰⁾ a cupboard of mismatched mugs
¹¹⁾ fresh-brewed tea
¹²⁾ a sink full of dishes
¹³⁾ pictures lined up on a mantlepiece
¹⁴⁾ sun-warmed floorboards
¹⁵⁾ odd socks
¹⁶⁾ overflowing paper grocery bags
¹⁷⁾ a steamed-up bathroom mirror
¹⁸⁾ dinner left in the oven to keep warm
¹⁹⁾ a porcelain teapot
²⁰⁾ mismatched cutlery
²¹⁾ potted herb plants lined up on a windowsill
²²⁾ a stocked bar cart
²³⁾ a teeming closet
²⁴⁾ cold tiles
²⁵⁾ a shared bath
²⁶⁾ rooms decorated with trinkets
²⁷⁾ a jewellery dish
²⁸⁾ shoes left by a doorway
²⁹⁾ a faded portrait in an old frame
³⁰⁾ soft lamplight
³¹⁾ the drone of a ceiling fan
³²⁾ homemade lemonade
³³⁾ a messy makeup vanity
³⁴⁾ faded coasters
³⁶⁾ lit candles
³⁷⁾ frayed couch cushions
³⁸⁾ a blanket draped over a sleeping form
³⁹⁾ creaky stairs
⁴⁰⁾ fresh-cut timber
⁴¹⁾ an overgrown garden
⁴²⁾ a spare room
⁴³⁾ a medicine cabinet
⁴⁴⁾ jasmine bath salts
⁴⁵⁾ soft pyjamas
⁴⁶⁾ bare feet on cold floorboards
⁴⁷⁾ sunday dinners
⁴⁸⁾ post scattered under the letterbox
⁴⁹⁾ family photos
⁵⁰⁾ an old armchair
⁵¹⁾ scrawled-on calendars
⁵²⁾ a roaring fireplace
⁵³⁾ reminders stuck to the fridge
⁵⁴⁾ boardgames
⁵⁵⁾ a dusty attic
⁵⁶⁾ smoke curling out of a chimney
⁵⁷⁾ evenings on the porch
⁵⁸⁾ a record player
⁵⁹⁾ tangled chargers
⁶⁰⁾ a chipped bathtub
⁶¹⁾ a silver serving tray
⁶²⁾ souvenir shot glasses
⁶³⁾ a blackout
⁶⁴⁾ movie nights
⁶⁵⁾ a late dinner party
⁶⁶⁾ half-finished crochet projects
⁶⁷⁾ a loose thread on a sweater
⁶⁸⁾ dog leads hung by the door
⁶⁹⁾ a leaning coatrack
⁷⁰⁾ a grocery list
⁷¹⁾ patterned dishes
⁷²⁾ bright teatowels
⁷³⁾ an empty drawer
⁷⁴⁾ vhs tapes
⁷⁵⁾ documentary reruns
Living weapon whumpees who do as they're ordered but hate every moment of it and let everyone else know that they hate it. They complain and make comments under their breath. They drag their feet to their missions and make themselves as irritating as possible, often getting slapped around for their "smartass" behavior. They make their trainer's life as difficult as possible, knowing it will earn them solitary confinement and a bruised face. They show up to missions with a black eye and tightly stitched wounds. They finish the missions, efficiently even, but they wince when they breathe in too deeply.
They're hanging on to what remains of their identity with everything that's in them.
Until that too, is taken.