@augusnippets Day 2

@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."

AH HOLY SHIT GUYS??? THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH GRRRR

@violets-whumperflies art is finished! Sorry for the wait! :)

@erdarielthewhumper is next!

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 4

Amputation / Degloving / Vivisection

Noncon surgery (not described), restraints, past death mention

Whumpee squirmed against the metal cuffs locking them to the table, fastened around their wrists, ankles, throat, and hips.

The lights above shined blindingly as whumpee laid, listening to Whumper hum and prepare his tools.

A repetitive 'shink, shink, shink' echoed through the basement— Whumper was sharpening his knives. Whumpee whimpered, pulling at the metal again– no use.

Suddenly, the table moved. It tilted until whumpee was nearly in a standing position, a few inches off the floor. The metal dug into their wrists, making them wince.

"Alright, 004. It's time to begin your surgery." Whumper was in his white labcoat and black gloves, looking eager as ever. "Let's get you marked up, yes?"

Whumper held a black marker and approached Whumpee, starting between their pecs and drawing a dotted line down to their belly button. Then, he started at the top again and drew two diagonals, pointing out towards their shoulders.

Whumpee looked up at Whumper, panicked. "Is this where you're cutting?!" they cried, tensing up.

"Yes, yes. Just a quick vivisection, dear." Whumper pulled over a few machines and monitors, hooking Whumpee up to them. "Going to see if I can keep a subject alive all the way through."

Whumpee promptly started screaming for help, thrashing desperately.

"Good, good, get that out of your system. I'll try to keep you from dying of shock, okay? I'm administering a small dose of sedative— just enough to keep you relaxed. Don't fall asleep, though. Got it?"

Whumpee pressed themself into the wall, eyes wide. "No! No, no! Stop, you're not gonna—"

"Do I need to remove your vocal cords while I'm poking around in there? You don't even have a reason to be screaming yet." Whumper cleared his throat, pressing a button on a camera that faced Whumpee. The little red dot lit up, and Whumper talked into it.

"Today is August 4th, 20XX. We'll be attempting an exploratory vivisection on subject 004. Goals are to diagnose any internal issues, and to see if we can keep this one alive." Whumper turned to Whumpee, raising his scalpel with a grin.

"Fourth time's a charm."

@augusnippets just realized i forgot to tag this, my bad >,<

Baldness is for nerds this is a battle to the death. If you have the same character/pfp on both platforms you have to decide which is the superior.

You have to explain your reasoning in the reblogs too