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Twitchy's Writing Masterlist
I suppose if I wanted to start sharing my writing again, I should enable people to actually Find It, huh.
All stories take place in the ttrpg setting of Lancer, a self-described mud-and-lasers scifi setting in a gritty and political far-flung future. It's got corporate greed, space fascism, unknowable beings of cosmic unreality that can be downloaded onto a thumb drive, and of course, Giant Mechs.
Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)
I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.
They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.
They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.
They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.
They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.
They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.
They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.
They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.
They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.
They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.
They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.
the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.
Torture the medic for bonus war crimes! Not only are they not going to be able to help their comrades if they’re too injured themselves, but they will know how close you are to causing permanent damage or death better than anyone :)
hiii you should picture your character washing up on the shore, tossed like a ragdoll in the surf, soaked to the bone and shivering. they're probably covered in cuts from razor-sharp rocks and barnacle shells, the saltwater tinged with blood and stinging with every wave. the temperature and the fight to keep their head above water has completely sapped their strength, limp on the shore and exposed to the elements
As much as I love whumpees being in pain, I do love the occasional stoic whumpee high on a adrenaline (yes he will pass out from pain eventually)
Thank you for sharing your amazing writing! Here's a tippy tappy typewriter just for fun <3
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Whumpy choice time!
Which is better - the slow and seemingly never-ending dull throb and pierce of a deep wound being stitched, eventually becoming almost repetitive enough that the pain fades into the background, only for it to remain long after it's finished --
Or the quick and sudden but near excruciating pain of a cauterization, unable to prepare for even if it comes with a warning, so hot and sharp it takes the breath away and is almost as biting as the wound itself was...
Well, now we can do polls and this post came back around so....
Stitches or cauterization?
Stitches
Cauterization
what about a stitched wound becoming infected... the throbbing pain increasing over time instead of dulling, heat and swelling traveling further, skin horribly sensitive to the touch beneath stained bandages, and a weak and feverish whumpee crying out in ineffective protest as their friends have to re-open and clean the wound all over again
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I love when a whumpee isn't stoic but instead quiet. The pain, their anguish is so so so visible on their face, in their body language, and yet they make not a peep.
Positioning an injured character with pillows and rolled up blankets, or packs or a saddle or whatever gear is to hand, so that their injuries are supported and they're able to rest as comfortably as possible without inadvertently shifting or having to hold position themselves.
oh I LOVE a character who breaks in a violent way. not like a porcelain doll, or an eggshell, but like a glass bottle or a piece of metal: more dangerous broken than whole
...now i'm thinking of whumpee who doesn't yet trust caretaker to be any better than whumper, but is still so touch-starved they cling to caretaker desperately, huddle into their chest while they're carried to safety, drinking up these last (they think) moments of softness because even as it sours in their chest their body craves it. and caretaker doesn't realise how afraid whumpee is of them until much later...
do not, my friends, become addicted to touching. it will take hold of you, and you will resent its absence.
it will take hold of me?🥺👉👈
Most of the time the medic is the most kind-hearted and emotionally available member of the team. But I love when the medic seems to be the most emotionally distant member of the team. They have not an ounce of feeling in their eyes as they patch up the other team members. Just cold medical calculation and concentration. They don't even say a word other than a quick harsh "Stop squirming. I'm almost done."
Bonus points if that's just a front. It's not that they don't care about their team. Hell, their team is the closest thing to family they have. It's just that panicking or breaking down isn't going to save the life of the person who's bleeding out in front of them. Especially if they're the only one with the knowledge to do so.
Bonus bonus points if the team knows this. Maybe once they are off duty they turn into a completely different person than when they are in the field. The team doesn't mind that they act that way. After all, that cold indifference is what has saved their lives countless times.
Feel free to add onto any of my prompts!
whumpee making little noises of pain in their sleep.
whimpers…. groans…. sharp breaths…
they are in so much pain that even sleep isn’t an escape.
bonus points if caretaker is beside them, petting their hair and whispering “shh, shh. it’s okay.”
thinking about scenes where whumpee is having an injury tended to and their caretaker goes "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt :(" before doing something to help but without anesthetics.
that moment of preparation where some just clench their jaw and nod, some tense up their whole body, maybe more than they need to.
Absolutely love it when they put something in their mouth to bite down on, to yell into.
Maybe the caretaker, or a loved one standing by for moral support, holds their hand, or lets whumpee grip their arm painfully tight. Whumpee's head cradled in someone's hands, face tucked into their neck, eyes squeezed shut as they breathe heavily.
Then the pain finally comes. Maybe they scream, whimper, gasp, curse. Eyes pop open in shock at how much it hurts, or doesn't hurt. They might burst into tears, or just let a few tears slip out.
A more stoic whumpee just lets out a grunt, if they make any noise at all. Pretending it doesn't hurt.
There's a chance the pain is just too much, and whumpee begs for caretaker to stop. They could try and push through. "It's okay, I'm almost done, I've got you." Or caretaker just can't stand to see them suffer so much, so they stop.
Either way, I love when it ends with release from the pain, finally. A sigh of relief, their shaky breathing slowing down, eyes finally getting to close. Maybe caretaker wipes their tears, showers them with affection. "You did good. You can rest now."
Yes, please.
