When they grab Whumpee roughly — yank them around, shove them carelessly where they want them to be — Whumpee scowls. Snaps at them. Much more defiance than fear.

But when Whumper touches them softly…. lets their hands linger just a beat longer…..trails light fingers over Whumpee’s skin….that’s when they see the fear. The way Whumpee’s whole body tenses up as if preparing for something.

so hi. i'm back. some of you in the community may have known me as pommie or vivulapom back when that blog was still a thing. (i did whump stuff and drew art sometimes, like this and this (the second piece).)

(why did i leave in the first place? -> a combination of extremely poor decision-making, undiagnosed BPD, and severe depression, leading me to delete all my socials in an act of self-imposed isolation. i am doing much better now.)

so anyway. you can call me dayanara. i exclusively make lady whump and 99% of my ocs are women, because i am a hopelessly romantic femme lesbian. i'm a fan of pretty much all hurt and comfort under the sun (living weapons, lab whump, captivity, standard torture, emotional whump, difficult recoveries, parental caretakers... etc.)

pain that comes in waves. gripping the blankets, their friend’s hand, anything to distract themself

doubling over. squeezing their eyes shut in front of their team or out in public. collapsing onto a bed or couch the second they’re alone

stitches or a surgical scar across their abdomen, moving carefully so they won’t have to redo the bandages later

wincing as they struggle to sit up in bed

character that gets period cramps toughing it out through a long day at the office, a hike through the backcountry, refusing to let on that they’re hurting

“stop making me laugh, it hurts” as their friend says something else stupid, desperately trying to see them smile

a character tossing and turning in bed, trying to get comfortable but nothing works. all they can do is shift every few seconds, miserable and unable to focus on anything else

pain in their lower right side that comes with a fever, chills, and the nagging sensation that something is wrong

Give me living bioweapons, whose very blood is toxic, whose drained on the daily to keep up supply and demand.

Give me magical or super powered whumpee who would never hurt people of their own free will, but Whumper is controlling them. Perhaps with simple mind control, or perhaps with drugs that show Whumpee their greatest fears, that make them lash out to defend themself, only to inadvertently hurt whoever's Whumper points them at.

Give me Whumpee who is doing Whumper's bidding only to save someone they care about. Whumpee who walks freely and has what looks like a normal life, but drops everything when they get one call, one name, one target.

Despite all the torture, isolation and trauma they experienced, Whumpee comes out the other side as though not a day has passed. Physically, they are not unaffected, but they grin and crack jokes like it is barely an inconvenience.

Attempts to figure out how they actually feel are brushed off. “I’m fine,” they say. “Tis nothing but a scratch,” they joke. “Come on, let’s not dwell on the past,” they demand.

but they don't get there in time, and the door slams and whumpee breaks down as soon as the lock turns, curling into themself.