June Of Doom Day 6

June of Doom day 6

 “you’re doing great” (injection/nightmare/duct tape)

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to get you out of here…” Caretaker made sure to keep their voice a low, calm whisper. They kneeled before Whumpee, carefully cutting away at the duct tape keeping them bound to a chair in Whumper’s basement.

Whumpee stared at them with wide, panicked eyes. Their eyes were dilated, pupils nearly entirely engulfed in black. It seemed like they were teetering on the edge of delirium, fighting a losing battle against whatever Whumper had given them. It made Caretaker furious, but they didn’t dare show it. Whumper would get what they deserved, but for now Caretaker had to focus on keeping Whumpee comfortable. 

Whumpee did not speak as Caretaker worked. Their eyes nervously tracked their each and every moment, body twitching in half realized jolts whenever Caretaker moved to quickly. They flinched whenever Caretaker touched them, though they did not pull away.  All Whumpee did was breathe, short and quick and terrified. 

Caretaker wasn’t sure they were in any state to understand them. They weren’t sure if Whumpee even recognized them. Caretaker spoke anyway. “You’re doing great. Just a little bit more, and we can go home.”

what are ur fav tropes for stoic whumpees? love da blog

stoic whumpee tropes that are a 100/10:

"I'm fine" and then immediately collapsing in front of their loved ones in a bleeding pile, revealing a hidden injury that has festered for far too long

silent, muffled crying with shaking shoulders and a bloody hand clamped over their mouth because they view crying as weak and beneath them and they're stronger than this, they're stronger, they can take it--

the moment they close their eyes in defeat and it's all over and they fucking know it, and when they open their eyes again all that remains is a glassy-dead stare

adamantly refusing medical treatment even when they need it. Shoving away everyone who comes close to them, a choked sound in their throat, fighting back with everything that's left in them.

when they kneel at Whumper's feet, eyes on the ground, white-lipped and tense. The only betrayal of emotion is their clenched fists and tight breathing. In every other way, they're compliant.

refusing to talk about what they endured at Whumper's hands after they're rescued, but the scars tell the story for them. They don't have to say a word, but their team's pitying gaze follows them wherever they go

normally unaffectionate and distant but exhausted and defeated they rest their head on Caretaker's shoulder or Whumper's lap, just finally admitting--nonverbally-- that they can't take it

reversely, more willing to be tortured than to ask for help-- If I'm breathing, I'm fine

stitching their own wounds back up with an unsteady hand, painful stitch after painful stitch. Deep breath and pull. Working in a dimly lit apartment with bleeding clothes on the floor around them and the bed unmade

sacrificing themself for their team. "Take me! Do what you want to me. Not them." And their team watching as the torture takes its slow toll and Whumpee-- the one they look up-- falls apart.

Aaaand fuck you- it's good, it's accurate, but fuck you /pos

Content warning: ableism

Autistic whumpee things

Whumpee starts off barely verbal. Whumper wants to chat so they punish whumpee until they can spit out lines like "how was your day" "I'm fine how are you"

Whumper figures out that loud noise hurts whumpee, and they now start torture sessions with a harsh clap just to get that first flinch

Alternatively they could use light, touch, or also UNDER STIMULATION depending on whumpee's issues

Whumpee picking up on whumper's routines and analyzing their mood based on their patterns

Autistics tend to be visual thinkers. This means it could be easier for them to figure out the layout of the house based on sounds and where they're at. Escape attempts?

Whumpee being rational despite starting to go insane, making whumper think it's not working. Autistics are information-based thinkers so we often aren't even tuned into our feelings

On that note, whumper getting irritated that they can't provoke strong reactions at times

Whumpee being punished for not understanding something whumper told them to do

Executive dysfunction making whumpee just freeze when they're told to do something, cue punishment

Whumper getting their kicks on how "stupid" whumpee is, seeing how far it goes by testing their verbal comprehension

Changing up routine or forcing whumpee to speak and mask just to watch them meltdown

Using their autistic traits to show how "you could never cope without me, you need me"

"poor social reject, only I can truly understand you"

Put Up Your Dukes

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, physical violence, restraints

Whumper laughed as they circled Whumpee. Laughed as Whumpee raised their fists to fight back. They had been right about grabbing this one. That this one would be entertaining as Whumper tortured them until the end. 

“You’re adorable,” Whumper said through their laughter. 

Whumpee lunged with a primal scream, their fists coming straight for Whumper’s head. Whumper simply side-stepped Whumpee’s fists. 

Whumpee was weak. Days without food or water had left them dizzy. Days of being beaten and tied up had left them shaky. But they couldn’t go down without a fight. 

“Let me go,” Whumpee hissed as they gathered their energy to pounce on Whumper once more. 

“Why would I do that?” Whumper said as they continued to watch Whumpee. To lure them in within striking distance. 

Whumpee lunged again with a growl, but Whumper was prepared this time. They ducked under Whumpee’s fists and punched up into Whumpee’s solar plexus. Whumpee gasped for air as they struggled to breathe. But Whumper didn’t stop. 

In one fluid motion, Whumper boxed Whumpee’s ears. Taking advantage of Whumpee’s disorientation, they threw Whumpee down to the ground, kicking Whumpee in the ribs. 

Whumpee squealed with pain as they tried to hunch over themself to protect their core. But Whumper was unrelenting. They kicked Whumpee over and over until Whumpee’s cries stopped. Until Whumpee’s breathing was ragged and they were unmoving. 

Then, and only then, did Whumper stop. They knelt down and cuffed Whumpee’s bruised wrists. “And that is why I can’t let you go,” they cooed into Whumpee’s ear as they dragged Whumpee’s unconscious body to the chains on the wall. “I’m having too much fun to stop.”

These are incredible and baby girl Kacchan is so cute! Look at the little toddler version of her oh my god! Definitely got that masc lesbian vibe as well I love the fact that she keeps the outfits from canon.

Fem Kacchan

:') ow

Whumpee getting a wound stitched up and then being suddenly forced to move/fight/run: they can feel every single stitch pull their skin and tear one by one, with blood slowly seeping through the bandages, knowing they'll have to get them fixed all over again.