Sunn // Dawn

[ssuncreature]

2026 Intro

Hi hello hi! I'm Dawn, but you can also call me Sunn, Sunny, or Ssuncreature (Or Dawny for friends)!

I don't really care what pronouns you use for me ^^ (Though, if I were to be picky, masc compliments/titles and femme/neutr terms)

I'm a self-taught digital artist, but by no means a professional, a beginner programmer, a book nerd, and a writing dev for ClanGen! More Info + DNI below cutoff:

My main fandoms are Bungo Stray Dogs, DC, Hollow Knight, Project Hail Mary, and Epic the Musical. (Bonus points for anyone who can guess my faves for each!)

I also really like Percy Jackson, TMNT, Voltron, and am starting to dabble in MHA, though it's still a bit of a new thing to me. I used to be a huge fan of Warrior Cats (hence the game development). I'm also starting to get into Call Of Duty (after many friends' recommendations and having played Zombies on my cousins X-Box as a kid.) My Blogs: @ssuncreature - Art/Main Blog, I'm most active here! @untildawnsun - Writing Blog

https://artfight.net/~Ssuncreature - My artfight! https://www.instagram.com/ssuncreature/ - My instagram!

My tags: #dawnyaps - Random text posts #answer - Answering an ask #myart - A drawing I made #whump - my whump writing I also use fandom tags, so feel free to filter by those Shoutout to my amazing mutual @chip-the-dip (Check them out!) and my amazing irls @dusktheweird, @rhinomuraenaquaesita and @twistednebula-stars (aka @strangerssssssss) DNI:

(Red: This isn't the blog for you! My beliefs directly go against you) (Orange: Interact with caution, you are entitled to have your opinions, but I am not fully comfortable with your beliefs)

NFT Traders

Trump Supporters

Homophobes

Transphobes

Incest Shippers

Adult/Minor (large age gap) shippers

I block freely! If I'm not comfortable with you, I will block you!

[untildawnsun]

(sorry for the ping all mentioned people - just added my instagram!)

[untildawnsun]

God among humans

Saying one is a "God among humans", or any other variation sounds egotistical

Vain.

And yet, how would a God among humans truely feel?

Would it take pride in it's power, as expected.?

or,

Would It try to fit in?

Tell me, mirror. ... Am I human enough?

[untildawnsun]

Who is this whump fellow and why is he so sad? Please give some happier whump times

hello hiii irl hiii happy to see you anyways! Whumpee pressed into the warmth of Caretaker's side, the movie blurring into background noise. Caretaker was wearing a soft hoodie, and for once, Whumpee felt safe. Caretaker was here. Whumper was nowhere to be seen. All of their injuries were nicely wrapped and treated. Their eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion finally reached them in the quiet peace. Caretaker noticed the change in weight on their body rather quickly, realising that Whumpee had fallen asleep. Good, Caretaker thought, they need the rest. Caretaker shifted, gently wrapping an arm around Whumpee, carefully trying not to jostle them from their unconscious state.

[untildawnsun]

You're the hero of this story.

"You're the hero of this story," Whumper mumbled gently, tilting Whumpee's face up. "Don't waste that on selfishness."

Selfish. A foolish child.

Whumpee's mind repeated the words like images in a zoetrope.

The hero. The saviour.

Whumper had told Whumpee their destiny so many times. Why was it so hard? Why couldn't they be good enough?

Why were they so selfish?

[untildawnsun]

... why didn't you come back?

Whumpee, raised into this damn system. The one that taught them how to fix a ship's control before they could write, the one that sent them up here. Promised them salvation. Promised them fame.

...

Where was that salvation now?

...

Whumpee floated around the main pod of their small ship, staring out at the stars; the distant view of earth coming into view once more. Just barely out of reach.

... they said they'd come back.

Why didn't they come back?

[untildawnsun]

The light hits Whumpee's eyes first. Then the noise. Another day. Maybe if this show goes well, they might not have to deal with Whumpers anger.

The height makes Whumpee feel dizzy as they stand atop the shaky tightrope, in that stupid costume.

Everythings so overwhelming. The feeling of the low quality material brushing their skin. Get me out, they beg to whatever deity will listen.

I'm so tired of acting.

[untildawnsun]

Whumpee's heart skips a beat.

There was black hair growing at their roots.

But.. they were a blonde. For as long as they'd been stuck in Whumper's mansion. As long as they could remember. They had blonde hair.

.. why was it growing black?

[untildawnsun]

Whumpee lay on the soft mattress. They could hardly feel their bruises. They had food and a bed and everything they could’ve wanted.

so why did it feel so wrong? Why were they scared when they saw Whumper?

They should be happy… shouldn’t they?

[untildawnsun]

Whumpee grins at caretaker. Their eyes are that of a child about to cry as they take a half step closer, the chains holding them to the wall pulling on their wrist and clinking together.

"You actually showed up?!" their voice is full of emotion and empty at the same time. A sob, a scoff and a laugh, folded into one.

"Of course I did." Caretaker replies quietly, reaching for Whumpee's wrist. "... I'll always show up if you call."

[untildawnsun]

I got sick but uhh

more whump soon

go read @rhinomuraenaquaesita's poetry.

bestie boo bird lady

[untildawnsun]

teenage whumpee who returns to class after a week missing with a mumbled ‘… caught a cold’, ignoring the stab of their broken rib from when whumper slammed them into the wall.

teenage whumpee quietly apologising when confronted about missing homework. Not breaking. Not making excuses or promises. Just a quiet ‘sorry’ before they leave.

teenage whumpee hiding in a shitty bathroom stall that smells like body odor, substances, and.. well, public bathroom smell, having a panic attack. But at least it’s better than where whumper had them.

[untildawnsun]

Hi, could u do a dialogue between caretaker and whumpee? If you are not busy of course, take your time🙏 thx in advance

After months of hard work, whumpee with bad memory can finally function by themself. That's when they find out that caretaker has been secretly helping them with everything. For example, drying the forgotten clothes or taking out the trash.

And whumpee feels betrayed

Whumpee stared at the folded clothes.

those weren't folded when they went to bed.

they checked the to do list. The task wasnt ticked off.

they hadn't done those. And they smelt like the laundry soap that caretaker used.

but caretaker wouldnt, right? Whumpee was well enough to do something as simple as laundry. Caretaker said that themself. So why had they...?

With shaking hands, whumpee grabbed their phone. What if this was just a memory blank?

Then caretaker would find out their memory was failing again and they'd have to go back to doing the stupid recovery exercises.

the phone rang twice before caretaker answered.

"whumpee?"

“... you said I was healthy enough to do my own chores."

"…” there wasnt a response, but whumpee could hear caretakers breathing. It was a familiar pattern, but whumpee couldn't remember what from.

".. did you mess with my laundry?" whumpee accused, brain screaming at them through the mental fog. Abort, abort, it's just a memory block, abort- "You told me I was well enough-I thought that meant you could leave me alone- let me prove l'm ready to leave. Why would you...?"

whumpee hung up before caretaker could answer, before adding ‘change locks’ to their to do list, right under ‘fold laundry.’

[untildawnsun]

domestic thoughts

Whumpee curled up in Caretakers arms, asleep like a little puzzle peice, snoring ever so slightly.

Caretaker removing bandages while whispering praise, and if Whumpee feels up to it, making Ice cream Sundaes and moving binging.

caretaker buying Whumpee cheap toys at the supermarket, wrapping them up and giving them to whumpee at breakfast on random days.

[rhinomuraenaquaesita]

The idea of being idolized like the sun is a strange one.

Do you really think people idolize the sun? Of course they don't.

Maybe we once did, in far off golden fields and upon glittery seas, but those days are over.

Now, the sun is nothing but a light in the sky, there to hurt your eyes or warm your face.

That makes me sad. How must the sun feel?

Her kindness to us has not ceased, it's simply shrouded by modern luxuries, such as grocery stores or ovens.

I hope she doesn't feel lonely out there.

Providing for so many, and tending to our every need, only to be ignored or shunned.

Maybe it's time to worship the sun again. Or not, people tend to die for things such as those.

[untildawnsun]

…. stealing this concept for a story.

[untildawnsun]

young caretaker and young whumpee (same age) my beloved.

two traumatised idiots on the street, one who copes through helping the other.

“hey- look! The store guy gave us some expired skittles for free! Yeah- they’re still packaged. *Whumper* isn’t here anymore.”

“we can do this, just a little longer.”

“I’ll keep watch, you need to rest, dummy!”

[untildawnsun]

More living weapon whump.

whumpee anxiously clawing at the muzzle whenever Whumper is distracted. It hurts. It’s hard to breathe. They feel weak and pathetic.

whumpee pretending their blanket is caretaker and curling up during a sleepless night in their cold barrack.

whumpee becoming more quiet and complacent, but only to figure out a plan.

whumpee escaping and acting like a feral cat in attempts to find Caretaker. To go home.

[untildawnsun]

Whumpee who’s just a kid.

whumpee who watches cartoons from caretakers couch, eating snacks despite the bandages around their arms or the fact that they were a hostage five hours ago.