Hello, and welcome to my whump blog! You can call me Lilith, William, or any of the nicknames that come from William, and I'm 20 years old. Currently, you can use any pronouns for me. I'm mainly going to make and reblog whump prompts, but I want to eventually branch out into writing about my original characters and maybe even go into fandom whump. My main blog is @william-shakesfeare
What I will and won't post is under the cut:
What I'll post and write about:
Leader whumpees
Medic whumpees
Stoic whumpees
Defiant whumpees
Team whump
Whumpee x caretaker
Whumpee and caretaker as friends
Medieval whump
Sci-fi and fantasy whump
Injury reveal
Torture scenes
Lab whump
Scientist whumpers
What I won't post or write about (nothing wrong with them, they're just not my thing!):
NSFW or noncon
Emeto
Sickfics, but fevers from infected injuries are fine though!
Whumpee x whumper
Intimate whumpers
Domestic abuse
Bad caretakers/carewhumpers
I'll probably update this list when I think of more whump tropes I like and dislike!
Team Leader saying "Leave. That's an order." hits twice as hard, when they're the kind of person who hates hiearchies and avoids giving direct commands.
Reading the whump that I wrote when I was 13 is so funny now.
Like, what do you mean some 14 year old imaginary guy got shot three times in the chest and the totally not self-inserted 13 year old female protagonist treated him on her own in a hut in the woods having no medical knowledge whatsoever?..
And to make things worse he was fine in like two days.
Reading old whump writings (or any old writing for that matter) is a cross between “oh my god” (affectionate), “oh my god” (cringe), and “oh my god” (my parents should have put me in therapy).
If people would start tagging any and all ship-related content with "#ship" or "#shipping" I would be so relieved
I really don't want to feel as upset as I sometimes do when I go into aroace tags, I really don't. But I am sex-averse and romance-averse-to-repulsed, and seeing that stuff is upsetting for me. If people would start using a universal ship tag that I could filter out, my enjoyment of all of my fandoms would increase like a hundred-fold.
So, if you're reading this, and you'd like to do a kind service to the romance/sex-averse/repulsed aros and aces, please just tag "#ship" or "#shipping" when talking about a ship or shipping. Please.
Whumpee being pressed back down mid trying to get up. And I don't even know what's better, face up and boot to the chest, or face down and boot to the upper back
19. The most interesting thing you’ve researched for writing?
Thanks for the ask! The most interesting thing I've researched for writing was probably how religious minorities like Jews and Muslims were blamed for the bubonic plague in Europe. It was for an immortal character's backstory, but the topic also kind of scared me, so I ended up changing his backstory to something less plaguey.
happy disability pride month! please try to write image descriptions for your posts, especially disability-related ones, so they can be accessible to screen reader users and to low-vision people who read with enlarged fonts.
signed, a disabled person who tries to help people provide image descriptions whenever I can, but sometimes struggles to type that much, because of my own disability. to preserve the health of my wrists, I instead offer you this masterpost of ID resources to help you learn how to write them if you can, and crowdsource them if not
“This is a medical emergency and you should call 911 immediately” no, Google AI summary, you don’t understand. 1, why are you here I thought I typed -ai, and 2, I’m just a whump writer. No one’s pelvic bone is broken.
Well. Okay. SOMEONE’S pelvic bone is broken. But no one you can help.
Team Leader has always given everything for the team. For the mission. For the cause. They had nothing else, this was their life. But it became their family, too. Everything they cared for. Everything they loved.
It was their dedication that made them the Leader eventually, and they have proudly carried that title and responsibility for years.
Until something went wrong. Maybe Team Leader failed a mission, badly. Maybe they were framed and it was assumed they betrayed them. Maybe they were injured and the Organisation decided to let them go.
Surely the Team will defend them, right? Will fight so Leader is able to stay?
Nobody does. So Leader leaves.
Time passes. And Leader slowly realizes this is it. That stupid hope that used to bloom? Used to tell them they'll come back, they still want Leader? It's dead now. Leader stays alone, grows bitter and resentful. It's easier than breaking.
Until one day, there's a knock on the door.
And there they are, the Team. Back to Leader, because there's a problem and nobody can solve it. Leader's skills are needed. Please, we need you back. You're the only one who can save everyone.
Of course, Leader thinks. Of course you only came back because you needed me.
Do they accept? Tell the Team where to shove it? Work together and now it's painful, awkward, and weird? How do they interact? Is Team shocked by how Leader changed?
I don't know why but my gut says leader will help, I don't think they'll be nice- they'll probably be bitter and resentful I'm just getting the vibes that they'll help
Is team shocked by how leader changed
This is the line that stuck with me. For some unknown reason, I have the feeling that leader used to be a gentle soul. They were always kind, always knew where someone faced difficulty, helped everyone out without making it a big deal...they were just quietly always present, helping in the little ways that made everyone feel seen.
But now that the team interacts with leader, they are shocked with how different leader is. Leader now speaks with a sharp tongue, straight to the point. And looks at everyone not with suspicion exactly, but warily as if they're bracing themself to be pushed out once again the moment the thing they needed leader for ends.
And the worst part, the team doesn't even realise it's their fault- they're saying we didn't do anything WHICH IS EXACTLY THE POINT...they should have done something, anything to show that they cared, they tried... but they all silently watched leader be pushed out of their own team, no one raising a finger to help.
And I hope that after leader was gone, they realised just how much load leader took on, and the guilt and loss eats them alive.
Alternative
Team wanted leader back but someone they trusted mislead them, making them believe that leader had genuine betrayed them...and when said person eventually turned on the team, they finally realised that leader was innocent after all
Not saying they deserve forgiveness right away, they did not even try to help leader or check if the allegations were true but the awkwardness, the apologies would certainly be interesting
sorry if there are random typos, m half asleep while writing this
happy disability pride month! As a challenge for artists this month, try writing image descriptions for your art! It will make it more accessible, which means more people will be able to enjoy it (and as a consequence you will probably get more interaction with it, so it will be good for BOTH you AND for art appreciators who need IDs)
Other people might not know what's important to you in the image, so while some people might decide to reblog your undescribed art with a description they've written, it might not quite fit your intentions- but when you describe your own art, you're in full control of what you highlight! It's your art, so you know what details matter to the piece!
Here is post compiling various guides for how to get started writing IDs! You can also use the “#accessible art” tag to find examples of other artists’ descriptions of their own art to help you along :)
This was inspired by @writerwhostayedupallnight's post here. These are the same characters from my first whump drabble here, but they have actual names now! The whumpee is named Teklar, and the caretaker from the previous drabble is named Aurora. There are also two other characters who are mentioned but don't show up, named Gabi and Lyloth.
Content: being shot at, gunshot wound, injury reveal, alien whumpee, whumpee x caretaker
Aurora's favorite season may have been summer, but even she had to admit that the planet Tundaris was beautiful. Beautiful, but cold. As she stood outside her ship, the Aster, and gazed at the endless expanse of ice and snow, a frigid gust of wind blew, forcing her to pull her scarf closer. She experimentally put a hand to one of her dangly earrings, given to her by Gabi, and flinched from the feeling of cold metal.
"It's much less windy back home," a voice spoke from behind her. Aurora jumped. She hadn't heard Teklar leave the ship and join her.
"In my town, the trees slow down the wind speed, but it's still cold as a half-decayed corpse," he continued.
"That's morbid," Aurora started, then trailed off. In the distance, she could see a group of horses galloping towards them. Not horses exactly, they had way too many legs to be Earth horses. As they grew closer, Aurora could see people riding them. They were of the Braquar species, with the same four arms and light green fur as Teklar.
"I wonder how the horses don't trip over all their legs," Aurora commented, turning towards Teklar, but paused when she saw the fear on his face.
"Aurora, run!" he yelled, shoving her into the Aster's hatch.
Aurora gaped at him. "Teklar, wha–" A blaster bolt shot into the Aster, harmlessly bouncing off the ship's sturdy metal.
Aurora turned and ran, Teklar on her heels.
As she reached the ship's ramp, she heard a sharp crack in her left ear and an incredible pressure. She screamed and tumbled to the ground, putting a hand to her ear. She could feel it ringing, but there was no pain or blood. Her hand moved lower, and she could feel fragments of broken metal. Gabi's earring had taken the hit and protected her.
Teklar was immediately crouched down by her side.
"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling her up.
"Who are those people?" she asked in response.
Teklar hesitated. He started, "It's a long-," and was interrupted by another blaster bolt hitting the ground next to him.
They both continued running towards the ship. Aurora reached the button to close the hatch, and pressed it as she heard another blaster bolt land. She heard Teklar gasp, likely from the loud noise.
As the ship's hatch closed, she leaned her forehead against the Aster's cool metal wall in relief.
Keeping her head pressed to the wall, she said, "Now, what was that about? Who were those people and why were they shooting at us?"
"That's not important now," Teklar said, urgency in his voice.
"Gabi! Lyloth! come quickly and bring my medkit!" he shouted to the two other team members.
"Teklar, I'm fine. They got one of my earrings but I wasn't hit," Aurora protested, turning to face him.
It was then that she saw Teklar crouched on the ground, an expression of pain on his face as he held one of his hands against his side. Dark green blood still spilled through his fingers, contrasted against his light green fur.
"I was," he said in a terrified voice through gritted teeth.