Guys I Watched A Playthrough Of The Game Dead Plate And UGGGHHHH

guys i watched a playthrough of the game dead plate and UGGGHHHH 💞

It was very good, could have been longer for more plot (more whump) but its still so yummy!!!

@augusnippets day 2

Platonic bathing / hair care / makeup

Demihuman whumpee, drowning mention

Whumpee stepped into the bathroom, Caretaker's hand resting on his back. He paused just before he got to the bathtub, sucking in a breath and turning into Caretaker's warm chest. He buried himself in the warmth, too scared to turn back to the water.

"Whumpee," Caretaker soothed, rubbing the demihuman's back, "you don't need to be afraid. I'm right here." He reached up to rub behind Whumpee's fluffy ears. "You aren't gonna drown on my watch, alright?"

Whumpee seemed to relax at this, if only by a little, and let go of Caretaker. Whumpee was still as the human gently removed the scarce clothing he was wearing. Once undressed, Whumpee turned to the water again. His mind flashed with not-so-distant memories— memories of being held under the water of a tub not too different from this one, of sucking in the liquid by mistake, of the burning his lungs and nose felt afterwards.

Caretaker's hand was on the small of his back, leading him into the porcelain bath. Carefully, with shaking legs, Whumpee took a step in.

For a moment, he panicked and froze, shutting his eyes, only soothed by Caretaker's gentle coo, "shh, shh, it's okay Whumpee. It's nice and warm, isn't it?"

It was. Whumpee forced his eyes back open, seeing the water below him. It only came up to his calf, and the inviting warmth seeped into his leg.

With help from Caretaker, Whumpee got his other leg in and eased into a resting position in the tub. Caretaker made sure that Whumpee's chin didn't meet the water, but otherwise he was submerged.

God, he missed this. It had been years since he'd had a proper bath— probably since he were eight or nine. He pretty much zoned out as Caretaker scrubbed his body with a soapy sponge, wiping away so much grime and grit that Whumpee barely recognized his skin.

When it came to Whumpee's hair, Caretaker had him sit up, back facing him. Whumpee sighed pleasantly as water ran down his head (tilted back, of course, so no water got on Whumpee's face). Caretaker's fingers massaged Whumpee's scalp, almost making him fall asleep.

As his hair was rinsed for the final time, Whumpee spoke up.

"Can I have another one tomorrow?"

"Whumpee, are you sure—?"

"I'm sure."

when the whumper puts out a widespread call for whumpee's capture, promising cash or glory or the privilege of choosing the punishment to whoever can bring them in first

i love you pubes i love you stomach hair i love you unshaven pits i love you happy trails i love you coarse leg hair i love you untrimmed bushes. i love you body hair

@augusnippets day 3

Blizzard/ Thunderstorm/ Heatwave

cold whump, frostbite, lost/abandoned

Whumpee turned his face against the wind, the white flakes in the air stinging his red cheeks. He pulled his jacket tighter to his body, crouching against the closest tree.

"Caretaker," he called into the roaring wind, barely able to hear his own voice. "Caretaker?! Where are you?" he screamed, his tears freezing on his own cheeks.

All he could see was a vast whiteness before him, dotted with a few grey trunks that faded into the haze of the snow.

"Please, Caretaker! Where are you?" Whumpee sobbed, burying his face in his hands.

His hands. Why didn't he wear gloves? The ends of his fingers were turning a deep black color. "No, no!" If he knew he'd get lost like this, if he knew about this blizzard, he would have dressed warmer.

Whumpee huddled against the tree's trunk, curling up.

"Caretaker... Caretaker, please..."

"It's... so cold..."