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Alicia Vikander as Ivy Baker (whump oc) Before - During - After Movies: Tomb Raider and Jason Bourne I’ve seen these before and they’re super cool so thought I’d make one of my own. [I didn’t make nor do I own any of these gifs]
appreciation post for this bc it still gets likes every once in a while lmao. still one of my fav posts.
illustrates the exact shift I imagined for Ivy.
plus the colors 😮 love.
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“Stop.” She finally spoke up, “Stop acting like you give a shit about me.” She stood and starting collecting her things.
“What?" Callahan bombarded her with questions as he stood to meet her, "What did I say? Wha- what’s wrong?”. He watched her shaky movements, he couldn’t tell if it was out of anxiety or anger.
“I am just a paycheck to you!” She turned to him as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “They want you to fix me so they can put me back out there! I can’t go back! I won't!” Her eyes filling with tears. “You push everyday like you care, you don’t care just as much as the Chief doesn’t.” She wiped her face quickly before the tear could meet her chin.
“It’s my job to care, you’re right but I do care about you.” He reached out to her gently. Her hands flying away to avoid his. “I wouldn’t approve of you going back out there no matter what that jackass has to say.” He moved to block her way before she could rush out.
Her fists trembled, her thoughts racing.
Maybe he’s telling the truth. Or it’s a trick. He wants me to get comfortable so he can push me to go back. I won’t fall for it. He should know that I’m smarter than that.
He grabbed her shoulders firmly, she hadn’t noticed that she had starting to sway. As she steadied, she felt the blood rushing to her head. Callahan began humming softly, a tactic that he had used before. She had always thought it was stupid, made her feel like a child. Like she was a toddler that needed to be hushed.
But it helped. Her breathing slowed. The pulsing in her temples stopped. Her head fell forward into his chest. “Do you promise?” That was all she could muster.
“Promise that-that I-?” He questioned cautiously. "Do you promise not to put me back out there?"
"I promise," He pulled her closer to him, "I swear you won't go back out there as long as I can help it." He was telling the truth.
Defiant, usually arrogant whumpee being bridal carried by the team leader after being tortured by an enemy. Whumpee doesn’t even try to resist this time
“Look at me!”
Is it a whumper, ordering their victim to look up into their eyes? Does the whumpee screw their eyes shut in defiance? Do they stare straight into their assailant’s eyes, daring them to blink first, fearless? Or do their eyes pool with tears as they look up, silently begging their attacker for mercy that won’t come?
Are the words coming from a caretaker? Are they begging the whumpee to keep their eyes open, to stay with them? Are they imploring their friend to focus on them during torture, to look at their familiar features until the pain and suffering become a background noise? Are they desperately trying to calm down a panicking teammate, hoping maybe if they look into their eyes they’ll see that they really aren’t mad at them?
Are the words spoken by a whumpee? Demanding a reluctant whumper looks at the results of their handiwork, denying them the chance to turn away and ignore their sins? Are they yelling into the void, sick of solitary isolation, trying to rile their captor into doing anything as long as they get to not be alone? Or are they begging a friend to look them in the eye and stop trying to pretend they don’t see the new scars littering their face?
“You’re acting like you don’t even want to get better!” He finally broke; months and months of helping and guiding, all of it down the drain after every couple sessions.
“What?” June’s eyes full of emotion. “Every week for hours, I try to help you and every time I see you... y-you’re worse! Somehow, every fucking time— no, no not somehow. I know how!”
He moved swiftly across the room and grabbed her by the shoulder. He leaned in slowly catching a wiff of liqueur. “You show up fucked up and leave to get more fucked up.”
“Why should I care, if you don’t?” He did care, truly. He had always cared. But he couldn’t take it anymore. Her eyes wide as she stared back at him. She was speechless. “Answer me!” He pressed, squeezing her harder than intended.
“I didn’t ask for your help.” Her voice soft at first. Slight hesitation as she tried to compose herself. His mouth hung open in disbelief. That’s all she had to say? That she didn’t ask?
She took a deep breath. “I never, and I mean never, asked for that.” She shook from his hold and began gathering her things. “So that’s it?” Carter spoke softly, all his confidence lost. “That’s it.” She finally threw her bag over her shoulder and pushed past him sternly.
Her shaky hands reaching for her keys, them swiftly clattering at the floor. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She screamed in retaliation. She turned back to her friend who was already staring back at her. “You wanna know the truth? Fine! Okay, here’s the truth: I-I fuck everything up.”
“I’ve always fucked everything up. That’s what I do. That’s what I know.” She put a finger to her chest. “And I know it sounds ridiculous,” she let out a shaky breath, “but it’s so much easier being the fuck up.”
Carter tried to speak up but he was interrupted by her troubled stuttering.
“I-I saw myself getting better. You were helping me get better and- I don’t know how to just be better, Carter!” Her voice finally faltering. “I’m so used to nobody expecting anything from me. No one pushing me to better. Then you—“
She dropped down to finally grab her keys. “You expected me to be better and I loved it. The feeling of wanting to keep at it, to see your face light up when I did better- when I pushed.”
“But I knew that at some point I would disappoint you. So I thought I might as well make it happen sooner than later.”
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“You’re never leaving.” A rough voice emerged from the darkness.
“What? Hello?” Our protagonist questioned urgently as they thought they had been alone for days.
“This is it...get comfortable kid.” The voice followed with a deep sigh.
“No. We’re getting out, I’ll get both of us out.” They rolled up their sleeves once again and started pulling at the metal, hoping that this time the outcome would be different.
They were used to every object obeying them, but this- it had to just be steel- no. It can’t be, if it was they could bend it. It smells like steel? Doesn’t it?
“Super strength, huh? They really are collecting.” The voice chuckled. “I’ve never met a strong one. Always imagined them to look...I don’t know- stronger?”
“I don’t have time for jokes, Old Man. What do you mean collecting? How- how many have there been before me?” They tried to swallow the worry that was stuck in their throat.
The voice hummed for a few seconds, before seemingly deciding on an answer, “45. 46, maybe.”
“Maybe? Maybe?!” They finally puffed up, ready to really test their strength, “You’re going to have to do way better than that.” They marched into the dark confidently, expecting the darkness to be a shallow corner. But they just kept going, a few steps turned into a dozen. Another dozen, they stopped after what had to be multiple yards.
They turned around cautiously.
Then they were back where they started. Behind them was the steel door. In front of them was the darkness.
“What...the...fuck?”
Another turn and there the voice sat, a plain looking man. Rags of clothing hung off of him. An apple appearing from nothing, a bite taken out with a crunch. “Lucky him, the bastard’s first catch was the fucking immortal.”
Characters who don’t typically seem phased by things (maybe they’re pretty stoic, or bright and bubbly, or boundlessly determined) who have something particularly bad happen to them, so bad that it breaks their spirit or leaves them so weak that they can’t carry on as normal, and everyone suddenly realizing how vulnerable they are.
“Are they… crying?”
“They look so small on that hospital bed.”
“I didn’t realize how quiet things would feel without their incessant chatter.”
“They always looked after us, but we never asked if they needed help. We always just assumed they were fine, we never bothered to check?”
“God, I forgot just how young they are.”
“Have they always looked so… sad?”
“Now you’re going to tell me to go fuck myself because I care about you?”
“Because I give a shit?”
“You can sit there and pretend that your friends are coming back for you, but they’re not.”
You don’t know that.
“Your face was plastered on every news channel all over the fucking country. If they were coming...they’d be here by now.”
fictional character: *goes completely apeshit and loses control of their powers after the person they love is threatened*
me:
fictional character: *can’t bring their powers back down to a safe level after losing control of them and has to be given a cooldown hug by the person they love because they’re the only person who can safely approach them*
me:
“It was for the well-being of the rest of your team, Agent.” The commander spoke sternly from the head of the conference table. A hush fell upon the team.
“The well-being of the team?” I repeated, anger slowly building within me. I was expecting an apology. I was expecting him to see the flaws of his plan. But he knew this was going to happen all along?
“You planned this?” my voice breaking regretfully as I spoke. His eyes never breaking contact with mine, “Every plan has collateral.”
“I was collateral!” I stood quickly slamming my already bruised hands onto the shiny glass table. “My life was collateral to you!”
“You’re here aren’t you.”
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Characters having some kind of common or childish fear (ie spiders, the dark, thunderstorms) and being teased for it by their friends, who don't take it seriously until they see how truly frightened the character is and then do their best to make up for teasing them
The Whumpee holding on just long enough to tell their friends that they never broke.
“I didn’t tell them anything, I swear.”
Maybe the whumpee is seen as the weakest and they feel this is their last chance to prove themselves as an important member of the team.
Maybe the whumpee messed up in the past. Gave away vital information and they weren’t going to let anything slip this time. And it cost them their life.
Callum was always the smallest.
And he looks even smaller now, lying in a pool of his own blood.
As she runs over to him, he reaches out to her, his arms trembling. He looks her in the eyes, his cheeks wet with tears.
“I d- I d- I didn’t t-tell them anything,” Callum says, whimpering, and grabbing at her shirt. “I s-swear.”
“Shh, shh, I know you didn’t. You’re going to be alright.” She takes her jacket off and presses it against the wound on his stomach. “You’re going to be okay.”
The other team members are crowding around them now.
She gives them a worried glance, then turns back to Callum. “You’re going to be okay, Callum.”
But he doesn’t respond. His usually lively green eyes are now glazed over, and staring just past her shoulder, fixed on some far off point in the distance.
“Callum?!” She shakes him. “Callum, wake up right now! Callum! This isn’t funny!”
The other members of the team are putting their hands on her shoulder, helping her up, trying to get her away from Callum.
She wails with anguish - devastation over her lost team member, and fury at the one who did this to them.
“I will get revenge,” she vows, brushing Callum’s dark hair from his forehead one last time. “I promise.”
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My Favorite Type of Whumpee: Rebels
I just really like the whumpees who refuse to give up, no matter what form that takes.
The whumpees who sing even as they’re being tortured, songs of martyrs and hope and rescue. Whumpees who hurl insults and threats, explosively letting their captors know exactly why they think about this situation. The ones that insist that they belong to no one, that they have escaped and lived to tell the tale before and by god they’ll do it again.
The whumpees who act quiet and submissive, just barely under the radar. A secret caretaker to the other whumpees, never getting caught because who would suspect that weakling to be capable of disobedience? The ones who whisper of joy, of hope, keeping the others from giving up completely. The ones who quietly instill guilt into their whumpers, slowly getting them wrapped around their finger.
The whumpees who have lost and know it, but refuse to give anyone the satisfaction of their defeat. The ones who remember the ones they love, the ones that make the suffering worth it. Who enrage their captors because they are beaten but unwilling to bend to any command.
They’re some of the most fun to write, to me- and the most fun to watch fall.
One of the toughest guys is rescued from captivity and through recovery, his team finds he’s a completely different person.
He cries when he hurts. He smiles when he’s happy. And he shivers when there’s a mention of his whumper.
His partner feels guilty that she likes this version of whumpee a lot more than who he was before.
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Oh my gosh, guys!
Female Whumpers! Where are they?
I’m not talking about the seductive types that are overtly sexual.
I’m talking about the scary strong females that could be the lead but realized that she didn’t want to just be the hero.
Maybe she was a hero but didn’t like the morals put on her. She wanted to punish not save.
Write me a frightening lady whumper who will make you wish you were never born. >:)
A Whumpee who can’t stand the feeling of eyes on them.
maybe the whumpee was always watched and never had a moment to themselves
every second of the day, someone was watching them
when they slept, when they ate, when they did the things you wouldn’t want anyone to see
all their family wanted to do was look at them
whumpee knew what this meant
they were going to get hurt
