Sundew

Elle, 17, Any pronouns Whump reader, writer, and Tumblr lurker Asks/Oneshot requests are open!! (Check my fandom list before requesting)

[shatteredsundew]

Making an intro because I can :P

Hello!!!

My name’s L, i’m a 17–year–old whump writer that just wants to share their ideas/WIPs!

I’m an ace-spec lesbian, and I use all pronouns (literally any. you could call me bing/boing and i would have a field day)

I’m a pretty inconsistent poster, so expect random unprompted hiatuses only for me to make like six posts in one day LOL

My main fandoms are:

Games: Dandy’s world, Mouthwashing, Undertale/Deltarune, Omori, Portal 1/2, Hollow Knight, Ultrakill, Detroit: Become Human, and a few assorted others!!

Shows/Online Series: The Owl House, Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Percy Jackson (yes i know it’s technically a book series, but i’m horrifically dyslexic and have only finished the first book, so we watch the show instead) The Amazing Digital Circus, Murder Drones, DSMP, QSMP, Generation Loss, and the occasional analog horror series!

I do enjoy writing for any of the above, so requests for oneshots are greatly appreciated and likely will be made!! (Check my bio though, since it will say if my requests are open)

Some of my favorite whump tropes/prompts!!

Torture fics!!! Love exposing whumpees to the sweet sweet horrors

“Evil”/morally grey Caretakers!! They’d do anything to keep their Whumpee safe, even if it hurts Whumpee, themselves, or others :]

Child/teen!Whumpees!! Bonus if they end up taking on a Whumper or Caretaker role because of their experience as a Whumpee

Drugging/sedation

Complex/difficult recovery

Medical whump, both for the actual whump and recovery

Subtle/covert!whumpers

…and way more i can’t name right now because i am lazy!!!1!!

DNI/IWC criteria

All things considered, i am a very chill person when it comes to DNI. However, my biggest peeve is people criticizing my writing without being asked. I am on the Autism spectrum and really do struggle with my words, so a lot of these oneshots are me practicing my writing, and just generally doing things for fun.

However, i am not looking for a tutor or critique (unless explicitly asked for), so please do not comment on things unless you want to be blocked :3

I am also really intolerant of people judging of trying to get me to leave fandoms. Yes, I enjoy DSMP. Yes, i am a casual Mandela Catalog enjoyer. I am aware of the problematic creators and sources. I do not care. I am enjoying the damn content ethically, and if you attempt to tell me otherwise, you will be blocked.

Otherwise, that’s it!! I hope you enjoy my writing and content!! (and I hope i don’t forget about this blog…)

[lumpywhump]

a rescued whumpee that's being confined in a room because of caretaker

Does the room have windows? A way to show whumpee that they're not completely stuck?

is the door open? Is it cracked or completely open? Is the door locked?

is the room small or large? Is there things in there? Is it a closet or a bedroom or perhaps a hospital room?

does whumpee know why they're not allowed to leave? Did caretaker explain it or did whumpee figure it out on their own? Did whumpee guess wrong?

is it for whumpee's safety or the safety of others?

is whumpee alone? Is caretaker in there with them? Is someone else with them? Or maybe a pet?

is whumpee freaking out? Hyperventilating and screaming? Or are they waiting calmly, knowing that caretaker is coming back for them?

is whumpee planning on escaping? Sneaking out of the door when they know caretaker isn't around. Or if the door is locked, sneaking out of a window?

[shatteredsundew]

I love reblogging stuff to the wrong account because what do you mean my angst and writing drabbles are being interrupted by ultrakill yaoi.

this was not the intended purpose of this blog, yet those two are so doomed it might as well stay

[sickfictropes]

i love sick medics so much

racing to tend to injured crewmates. hands shaking, vision blurring. it's all they can do to keep going. to push through and to help their team, even when it's hard. this is what they've been working towards. how weak would they be if they couldn't handle it?

maybe they've been feeling unwell for days, weeks. maybe it started only hours ago. either way, they're determined to deal with it on their own time. it's not that they're frantically trying to hide it or avoid acknowledging it altogether — they're a doctor. they know how important it is not to do stuff like that. but they also have work to do. so they takes small doses of medicine to avoid getting even more tired than they already are. they eat as much as they can handle without getting nauseous. they sleep as long as they can, given their demanding responsibilities. but it isn't enough. of course it isn't

one day they wake up to a ping on comms. someone needs their assistance. so they sit up and swing their legs off the bed and take a step, but they fall. they crash onto their desk. clutter on the floor, blood in their nose, empty coffee mugs shattered. everything is spinning. but they need to help. they need to do their job.

they try to stand. they can't.

"medic? medic, are you there?"

they try again, because what else is there to do? this time they fall to their side, on the floor. something stings. they must've fallen on the broken ceramic. and again, they try. again and again and again. bracing themself on the wall, on their desk, on the bed, but their muscles are too weak and everything hurts and they can barely see.

"medic? are you okay?"

medics aren't my PERSONAL favorite but i'm sharing this because i know a lot of people love it!

[iliketowatchmyblobrossuffer]

Youger whumpee deliriously calling their found family parental caretaker mom or dad my beloved

[seth-whumps]

unearthed my favorite whump diologue in the world now: talk to me.

when someone is terrified, calming them down by being gentle and cheerful, and then when they start to warm up to you, looking them in the eye and saying "talk to me. what's going on?"

"hey, hey, I thought you were getting better. talk to me, what hurts?" when an injured whumpee is deteriorating

an unexpected phone call raising the speaker to your ear and and opening with "talk to me" because they only call if it's an emergency

team stuck inside and the tech analysis over the line hears something in Leader's voice that screams something is wrong. "you're not telling me everything. talk to me."

I'M OBSESSED.

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[bitchfitch]

other things I'm bitching about but which could still be useful as writing advice for 1 eyed characters:

2. they're going to favor their sighted side, obviously, but it doesn't always manifest in the way you think. when I walk down a hall I walk much closer to the wall on my sighted side than on my blind side. which is the opposite of how it might seem logical to do that bc it means the world at large is on your bad side, but the reason is I can't fucking See the wall if it's right next to me in the blind side and I end up knocking into it.

3. door frames and poles are my enemy. If your character is smart this will not be a problem but for me it is. I am King of walking into shit I could absolutely see but couldn't tell how far away from me it was. on this note, their blind side hand is getting bashed into every jutting out thing in a 5 mile radius.

4. having 0 depth perception is less of a big deal than you'd think it is. Especially with driving. I've become a Much safer and more wary driver because I can't tell how far the other cars are from me. however I fucking suck at parking now. because I can't tell how far the lines are from me either.

5. you know how people who lose limbs get phantom pains? that happens with eyes too but like. phantom sights. for me it's like. a lot of bugs. like every so often my brain will just put something suddenly skittering beside me there. hate that.

6. it is completely possible to "get stuck" somewhere because your ability to tell how wide a space is is just Gone. shopping isles especially where bumping something or Someone is matter of embarrassment or potentially breaking something. it can be legitimately paralyzing and also irritate everyone around you because they can tell there is Plenty of space for you to get your cart through even if you can't.

7. if the eye is still in their skull it can still be the normal kind of painful. Glares off of shiny surfaces causing weird sharp pains you can't figure out the cause of are genuinely one of gods greatest tests of my patience.

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee tried to speak, but tasted blood.

Something moved closer and stood over them. Their vision was too blurry to make out who or what it was.

They were carefully scooped off the ground, their head propped against a shoulder. Blood pooled from their mouth as they were leaned up.

That was the last sensation they remembered, before slipping out of consciousness.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Ummm something with the team finally finding whumpee and untying them.

Whumpee repeating "I didn't break, I swear I didn't, I didn't tell them anything, I didn't," while sobbing.

It's true, whumpee didn't tell them anything, but all that caretaker cares about now is trying to calm whumpee down before they bleed out even more.

A Messy Rescue

whumpee slumped over until caretaker grabs their face, desperate to see if they're still conscious

wide eyes and split lip-- a flash of recognition-- and before caretaker can assure them that its all going to be okay, whumpee panics

"I didn't say anything, I didn't, please you have to--" their sentences fragment as they gasp for air. "You have to believe me!"

At first, the team is horrified that this is whumpee's recognition. They feel sick. One teammate turns away, unable to stand it. Unable to watch. It's wrong.

Caretaker snaps out of it first. "Help me cut them down!" Then, they notice whumpee's blood drenching through their once-white shirt

As the team works to free whumpee's wrists from the shackles, Caretaker frantically tries to assess the damage. But whumpee keeps thrashing, jerking out of reach and flinching at their touch.

Alternating between, "I didn't say anything!" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- please don't-- please don't hurt me!"

The teammates all have these grim expressions, mouths in a thin line

A fluttering horror is embedded in caretaker's chest-- this is so much worse than they could have imagined

Even better if Leader, with real pain in their voice, says "We have to keep them quiet."

Caretaker pulls away for a second, hands half-full of bandages. "What're you saying?"

Leader breaks through the last bit of metal and whumpee slumps to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker places one hand protectively on their back, rubbing up and down. They don't stop crying. Leader looks away. "Gag them. Or get them to shut up. We don't need them giving away our position to Whumper"

Carrying a gagged and sobbing whumpee out of the building, caretaker can't look them in the eyes. They keep whispering how sorry they are, but they have no idea if whumpee can even hear them or cares. It feels like betrayal, but they can only hope it was worth it.

"We'll get you better, I promise."

[sickfictropes]

whumpee is so bad at resting when they're sick that leader basically puts out an APB and lets the team know that if seen, they are to restrain whumpee by any means necessary and alert the proper authorities (leader, who is pissed, and medic, who is more pissed). i want to see a character with so few survival instincts that it leads to a manhunt

[whumpdreaming]

Hii I have a request:

Young Whumpee asking Parent Caretaker why (insert thing) happened to them + Caretaker trying not to have a breakdown

Wowowow I love this prompt thank you so much!!

Caretaker softly strokes Whumpee's forehead, holding their hand, watching their chest rise and fall weakly. They'd been crying all day, and at multiple points Caretaker had to come in and soothe them; they were already maxed out on pain meds, but if it kept on like this then Caretaker might have to consider bringing Whumpee back to the hospital just for the anesthetic. They can't stand seeing their baby like this.

At least it's better than how it was at first. Caretaker can't get that image out of their mind, the one of Whumpee struggling for life in a hospital bed, so bruised and weak that it was simply surreal.

"Shhh.. shh.. go back to sleep, Whumpee."

Caretaker hadn't forced Whumpee to talk about any of it yet, and figured they would wait until Whumpee themselves were ready. But there were parts that made them wonder, imagining just what had happened. For now, they just had the living evidence; their baby's body, covered in cigarette burns and lash marks and bruises and scars. Who the hell would do that to a person? Well, Whumper, obviously, but Caretaker intends to make sure that they get some serious help with their sick behaviors.

"Caretaker?" Whumpee mumbles.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Why me? Why.. me?"

Why.. that --- oh. Caretaker understands what they're asking, and struggles to find a decent answer, and sniffs past the tears welling up in their eyes, trying not to cry in front of Whumpee. So they just say, "Shhh. Go back to sleep," and pull Whumpee's blankets up closer and make sure they have their plushie and kiss their forehead, the type of comfort they'd never accept if all of this had never happened. Caretaker, as ironic as it sounds, would give anything for a stop, I'm too old for that, but maybe they should just be grateful that Whumpee accepts them at all.

Whumpee seems like they've gone back to sleep, so Caretaker stands up and leaves the room, telling themselves it's just to get some water, but casting a longing glance at Whumpee's sleeping form as they walk out.

It isn't very far down the hall when Caretaker bursts into tears. They try to be quiet, so as not to wake Whumpee, but Caretaker has to slump against the wall with the force of them, trying to breathe. Why me? It wasn't fair. It isn't fair. It isn't fair..

[whump-witch]

More Parental Whumper Prompts

Whumper, having just finished beating Whumpee so badly they can barely move, pulling them into a hug and gently stroking their hair, knowing Whumpee is too exhausted and scared and in too much pain to fight it.

Whumpee, in pain or with a high fever or under the influence of painkillers or sedatives, instinctively grabbing for Whumper's hand as they're about the leave, the word mom/dad slipping out of their mouth before they can stop themselves.

Whumpee pleading for Whumper's help as they're tortured by an even worse whumper.

Whumper arranging for Whumpee to fall into the hands of someone worse so they'll realize just how much better Whumper is by comparison.

Whumper gently brushing and braiding Whumpee's hair, their fingers occasionally touching the bruises they left on Whumpee's neck.

[screams-n-shackles]

Strong characters that are afraid of dying.

And I do not mean afraid of dying in a life threatening situation.

Let them be used to chaos, to pain. Let them thrive in conflict and near death experiences.

But as soon as it's quiet. When it's not possible to keep out thoughts by being busy, by fighting.

Let them lay awake. Staring into the night, and thinking about what they are fighting for.

What they are thankful for.

And then the realize, they are not only afraid of loosing those precious things.

They are afraid of never getting to experience Them ever again.

They don't want to say a final goodbye to a dear friend.

They never want to See a last sunset, their last movie.

Thinking about the Last Time they Said their mother that they Loved her or Vice versa sends Them into a Spiral.

Why does everything have to die?

They don't want to die.

They don't want to die.

That's when they start shaking. Eyes filling with tears as they struggle to breath between their sobbing.

Covering their mouth, so noone can hear them in this State of Mind.

Their mind fogs as panic overwrites every positive thought they might try to conjure up.

No Matter what they try, Images of their Possible deaths appear in their mind.

They could get shot and die in Combat.

They could choke on a peanut or get a Brain aneurism in the middle of the night.

That's it. Their end.

Nothing more. No afterstory. And in a while their name won't be mentioned ever again.

A life of suffering to protect others, only to vanish into nothingness.

Reduced to Ash and Stardust.

What are they even Fighting for?

What does it matter?

Does.... Anything Matter?

[stoic-whumpee]

Whump Writing Resource - A List

(Feel free to add more) 

1. Whump Prompt Generator: 

Whumpy Prompt Generator by @whumpprompts

Whump Prompt Randomiser by @janetm74fics

Random Whump Generator by @grovegrocer

Whump Prompt Generator by @theres-whump-in-that-nebula

Whump Prompt Generator by unknown user. (*please let me know if you know who the author is)

Whump Generator by generatorland user mortalghost

Whump Prompt Generator by mortalghost

Torture Whump Prompt Generator by @delicatewhumps

Sickfic Whump Generator by @delicatewhumps

Torture Methods by @delicatewhumps

Illness Generator by @delicatewhumps

2. Whump Community: 

Whump Community Directory at @whumpcommunity

The Whumpapedia at @whumpapedia

Bad Things Happen Bingo at @badthingshappenbingo

3. Inspirations/ Starting Point: (Wikipedia is always a really good website for a starting point, check their Reference section of for more in-depth sources) 

TV Tropes

Superpower Wiki

Magic Power Wiki  

List of different types of weapons 

List of Natural Disasters

List of Accidents and Disasters

List of various World Building Guides and Tools 

Web MD A-to-Z Guide

[bonk-boink]

When your wife won't shut up so you reduce him to polygon state

[sexceptionul]

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

This post is old, but you are STILL ABLE TO GET AHOLD OF TUMBLR STAFF in an emergency: this just happened to me recently. All you have to do is email [email protected] and they will handle the situation for you. Thanks for passing this along, guys!! xo Kate

[neenarchive]

boys like it when you imprison them in the ornate birdcage that hangs in the centre of your lair

[neenarchive]

why do people keep tagging this as whump what is whump. is it the sound they make when they throw themselves against the bars of the cage because they love it in there so much

[sleepytime-seabunny]

Hi, I love being in the birdcage.

*WHUMP*