I Have Such Gender Envy For Them

i have such gender envy for them

For this Disability Pride Month, I saw a post that was shittybad and it made me angry. So have this

I got really frustrated in a debate about Little Nightmares with someone so I’m drawing a whole comic for getting my feelings out.

characters reuniting after one of them was presumed dead >>

just think about it!

maybe whumpee faked their death.

maybe magic or something was involved, so they actually died, but somehow came back to life. like maybe they were a ghost who gained a physical body back, or maybe some otherworldly power granted them a return to the living world (ahem, cw’s once upon a time….)

maybe they were left for dead — fatally injured and caretaker had to leave them — but they miraculously survived and found their way home!

maybe they were lost in an accident / natural disasted, and caretaker finds them among the survivers in a shelter or hospital.

maybe they were wrongfully declared dead by doctors, sent to a morgue across the country so their body could be used in a cadaver lab, and then they woke up! (….totally not based on a plot to one of my own fics.)

however it happens, it’s perfect. especially if whumpee is still as physically injured as they were before…

caretaker gasping and crying and wrapping them in an enormous hug. or maybe rushing to their hospital bedside, taking their hand.

“i thought i lost you.”

“i went to your funeral, whumpee, i— i… this can’t… oh, god… oh, god!!”

“you died! how— how are you here?!”

caretaker might think they’re dreaming. after all, they saw whumpee. it was hopeless. they’ve spent god-knows-how-long grieving whumpee. but now whumpee is back, alive, in front of them!

“i’m never leaving your side.”

“don’t ever do that to me again, you asshole!”

“[insert setting-appropriate higher power here], thank you. thank you for giving them back to me.”

if my OC were an animal she’d be a dog. specifically she’d be a german shepherd.

a tiny, loyal, helpless kicked puppy with a floppy ear when she was little—and a scarred, aggressive, scary dog after the timeskip.

Whumpy Things I Like Part II:

Kneeling with hands bound behind their back.

The instant freeze, when they feel a gun to their head.

Whimpering/ shivering in pain and fear.

Grabbing a whumpee by the throat, but the hand around the neck isn't choking, more just a show of power and control.

“Leave them alone”/“ hurt me instead”/“I’m the one you want”: self sacrificing, to save someone.

The muffled cries of pain behind a gag.

Whumper coming up behind, and startling a blindfolded whumpee.

Willingly giving themselves up, letting the whumper cuff them/take them away.

Rubbing their sore wrists, when they're finally un cuffed.

Whumpee being held back by the arms, when trying to get to a loved one.

Being held down by whumpers on both sides, face to the floor.

Flinching at the crack of a whip.

Being dragged by the hair.

Begging quietly, muttering under their breath to themselves, and whumper says, “what did you say?”

Curling up into a ball, arms protectively to their head/face, when being beaten/kicked.

Being chained to the ceiling, arms drawn above their head, straining painfully.