[whumpangel]

(re)-introduction post

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.)

i have been out of the game for quite a while now but recently have turned 18 so perhaps i will return to posting. we'll see.

[for-the-ouchies]

Whumpee lying on their side on the floor, watching people walk past them and go about their lives without really registering any of it, until whumper crouches down in front of them.

“I really tired you out, huh? Have you been lying here since I left you?”

[whumpologyy]

Whumper who comes to a realization.

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 Whumper decides to make some adjustments in how they handle their Whumpee from now on.

[pains-and-aches]

if your whumpee isn’t breathing shallowly and timidly and doesn’t have tear streaks lining their cheeks after you slap them then you didn’t do it right. slap them again

[whumpangel]

okay listen. i think bruises and black eyes and busted lips and handprints on skin are SO sexy and i'd like to be horny about that for a second

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

I need that woman CRYING and SHAKING because of something that is ENTIRELY HER FAULT

[whumpangel]

(re)-introduction post

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.)

i have been out of the game for quite a while now but recently have turned 18 so perhaps i will return to posting. we'll see.

[whumpangel]

hi so i recently have turned 18 and may start posting again as nsfwhump is.. a thing i like. we will see.

[peachbrine]

guys I think we are not using abdominal pain to its full potential, broadly speaking. some options to consider:

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

muscles strained from the shock of falling into ice-cold water, sore from gasping for breath and from shivering so many hours afterward

[whump-bunny]

Y'know everytime I see "living weapon" whumpees, they're always the winter soldier. I want more variety in my living weapons.

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.

Give me Whumpee who doesn't know they're a weapon. Who doesn't know what their doing or who they're hurting. Whumpee with gaps in their memory, who thinks that Whumper is their friend, when they're anything but.

[whumpologyy]

please make sure you have your character lie down and stare at the wall for hours at a time. maybe they're physically or emotionally exhausted but can't sleep. maybe they're dissociating from overwhelming trauma. maybe they're trapped waiting for the inevitable to happen. but in any case they must also be dead behind the eyes

[whumpangel]

whumpee who has to live always getting asked the same question: "oh my god, what happened to you?"

[whumpangel]

whumpee with conspicuous injuries. maybe they have scars on their face or all over their hands. maybe they've been burned or branded or tattooed. they're "better", but what does that mean when nobody will ever look at them the same way? they can't hide their past, so they hide themselves instead, spending all day alone in their room because they can't bear to be perceived.

[bloodiedbriars]

“Whumpee who comes back dangerous” “Whumpee who comes back broken” Whumpee who comes back unchanged.

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.

Everyone else is disturbed by this. Eventually, some relax, thinking it really might be okay. Others are more sceptical. What kind of person just brushes this off? Is whumpee just pretending? Is whumpee even in control of their own actions? Is the trauma lurking? Can whumpee even currently be trusted to make decisions on their own wellbeing?

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee comes home one day, eyes puffy and nose red. caretaker tries to stop them before they make it to their room and lock the door.

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.

"whumpee?" caretaker prods on the other side of the door, "whumpee, what happened?"

[whumpangel]

whumper who views what they do as an *art*. it takes skill and precision, to do what they do. not to mention practice. whumpee is their canvas, a conduit for their creativity. they only exist for whumper to make them beautiful

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumpee desperately reaching their arms out from between the bars of their cage, toward the person who will become caretaker.

Please, please don't leave me here.