Hi, I Am Autistic And Little Nightmares Is My Special Interest.

hi, i am autistic and little nightmares is my special interest.

i absolutely love that little nightmares content has found its way onto my dashboard recently.. however it’s kind of painful to look at it 😭

does anyone else have this, where you are so in love with your special interest that interacting with it is painful for some reason??

‘letting my intrusive thoughts win’

shut the fuck up.

you’re referring to impulsive thoughts, intrusive thoughts are undesirable and often horrific for the person experiencing them. you dying your hair randomly is not an intrusive thought.

if i let my intrusive thoughts dictate my actions, id be in jail for a long fucking time.

hello tumblr whump community!! i am here to offer y’all a game.. 👀

Whumpee is out on a nice walk in the forest, when they are suddenly (and rudely!) interrupted. if you’d like, you can see if you can help get them out alive..

will you play?

yes: click ‘read more’ no: ..scroll, i guess???

Whumpee continues contentedly up their trail in the forest next to their house. It’s a beautiful fall day out, their absolute favorite kind of day. The air is cool, the wind is blowing, and the leaves are crunchy and falling. They have their headphones in, listening to their favorite playlist.

They’ve been out here for a while. They have a few texts from Caretaker that they haven’t responded to yet, asking when they’ll be home. They’ll answer in a few minutes probably. Or not. Caretaker’s used to them being completely off the radar when they go on walks.

Suddenly, their music cuts off. Whumpee scowls and digs their phone out of their pocket, trying to unpause it. Their headphones are dead. That definitely takes a lot of the fun out of their walk. They should’ve been more responsible and charged their headphones.

With a sigh, Whumpee continues walking. Without their music, they’ll probably head back sooner than later. Just not yet.

And then they hear gunshots. Probably not a big deal, there are hunters in the woods, and Whumpee is wearing their bright yellow sweater that Caretaker always makes them wear in the woods during hunting season.

Still, it sounds kind of close. There’s only about two gunshots and then the sound cuts out.

A tiny prick of unease goes up Whumpee’s spine.

Maybe they should go home. But it’s such a nice day out and they don’t wanna.

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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.”

Prompt- whumpee is thrown to a monster as a punishment, the whumpee’s believing it to be a death sentence, but monster caretaker with a human intelligence takes one sniff of whumpee’s rank terror flooding their smell combined with blood and infection, decide that “you’re my responsibility now” and try to nurse them back to health

Bonus points if whumpee, overwhelmed and being manhandled by a monster and fully believing a painful death awaits them, fully starts whimpering and crying like a child. They’re so tired and so scared and it has nowhere to go but out of them

content: nonhuman caretaker, restraints, left for dead

Caretaker was used to being treated like a foul beast. Their appearance wasn’t the nicest thing to look at, their claws and horns reminding the poor humans of something far worse than any animal. They were even used to sacrifices being thrown their way; it was rare, but it happened every once in a while, whenever someone had really made the rest of the village mad.

It was the same thing on that fateful night. They were out hunting for some rabbits when they saw the tied up little thing shivering under a tree. They couldn’t see Caretaker yet — they were too preoccupied with bawling their eyes out and trying to get out of their restraints.

Poor thing. Caretaker slowly approached them, silent as they could be, but their paw hit a dry branch that gave off a resounding crack. Whumpee’s eyes snapped to them and their sobbing became louder. “No! Get away! Please, please, get away! Don’t touch me!”

As human-like in intelligence as Caretaker was, the one thing they couldn’t do was mimic human speech. They could understand it, but they could never reply with any kind and reassuring words of their own.

They sighed, knowing the human was going to freak out even more if they went any closer. But there was no other way, was there? The smell of blood and infected wounds in the air was overwhelming, and Caretaker just couldn’t bring themself to leave them for dead. So they took another step forward.

“Please!” Whumpee cried. “Please! Please, I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear I didn’t, please, get away!”

Caretaker moved as slowly as possible, putting a furry paw on Whumpee’s head when they were finally close enough. They mimicked the way they’d seen humans petting each other for comfort, trying to soothe their charge. It did nothing.

“I just wanna live,” they sobbed. “Please, I just wanna live.”

Caretaker nodded and pulled their paw away, instead hooking a claw under the ropes that kept them bound. Snip. Then another rope. Snip. Whumpee was free within seconds, and they used that to try and crawl away. Caretaker watched with pity. They weren’t going to make it far with those injuries.

Sure enough, Whumpee collapsed a few steps away from Caretaker, their crying intensifying yet more. “Please… Please… Please…”

Caretaker approached them once again, this time committed to just bring Whumpee back to their nest, however panicked they were. Whumpee would understand their intentions at some point. But for now, all they could do was scoop up the ruined little human and carry them back while they cried.

imagine your crush is your best friend, and so you try to get advice on YOUR CRUSH from YOUR CRUSH.. like without letting them know that they are in fact your crush.

i find the idea hilarious and i’m gonna do it.