SORRY GUYS I WAS BUSY AT MY BF'S HOUSE

SORRY GUYS I WAS BUSY AT MY BF'S HOUSE 😭

I'LL POST AUGUSNIPPETS DAY 6 SOON

@augusnippets day 5

Drunk/ Feverish/ Concussed Caretaking

Drunk Caretaker, past conditioning, kind of reference to past noncon at the end, past capture, pet whump

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"Mhhh... here, Whumpee... ya want some?" Caretaker wiggled the bottle enticingly, their speech slurring. The liquid inside the bottle was a kind of electric blue— definitely didn't look like something Whumpee wanted in their body. Caretaker was drunk and acting like a stupid six-year-old. Again.

Still, they crawled forward and raised their head, sticking their tongue out slightly— just what they were supposed to do when offered a drink.

Caretaker let out a dramatic gasp, pulling the bottle away and spilling a considerable amount by the time it reached the end table. "No, Whumpee," they whispered too loudly, their reaction entirely too dramatic and emotional, "you don' have to do that for me, yeah? 'M just here 'n offering 'cause I love ya."

Whumpee winced with both embarrassment for themself and second-hand embarrassment from Caretaker's vulnerable blabbering. They yelped as Caretaker pulled them up onto the couch, grinning like they won the lottery. "I ssssssolemnly promise that I will never, ever, nevereverneverever EVER make you do stuff like that, yeah?" Caretaker scratched the short hair on Whumpee's scalp. "You're my buddy... not an- an animal, 'kay? I'm not makin you suck my cock or, fuckin', kiss my feet or whatever the shit Whumper made ya' do. You're just my buddy, got it?"

Whumpee nodded, trapped in a bear hug. Caretaker beamed at then, ruffling their hair. They continued to pet Whumpee and watch TV until they fell asleep.

Whumpee couldn't believe how Caretaker was acting! So gushy and vulnerable, it was jarring. They were going to get themself killed, acting all emotional all the time!

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Whumpee wished they could act like Caretaker. They wished they could loosen up like that without the fear of being taken advantage of again.

Maybe they should try.

Love interest in a paranormal...

I'm the sexy ghost bf :D

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Augusnippets day 1

Gaslighting/Brainwashing/Hypnosis

Content– gaslighting, pet whump, police, hospital.

Whumpee awoke in the night to the sound of sirens. He jumped up, scrambling to the window and looking out. Red and blue lights dazed him, and he pulled away, covering his eyes. The sounds of car doors slamming shut sent him into a frantic kind of panic, and he ran for Whumper's bedroom.

"Sir!" he cried, grabbing the hand that hung off the side. "Sir, wake up! There's sirens, a- and there's lights, and people are here—"

Whumper sat up, sucking in a breath. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing Whumpee's cheeks. His voice was serious, with a hint of panic creeping through, "Whumpee. The cops are here for me. They are going to take you away from me," Whumper explained, running his right hand through his trembling pet's hair. "I need you to listen. They will try to lie to you, try and fill your head with their words, and convince you I'm a bad guy so that they can send me to jail. You can NOT, under any circumstance, let them get to you, do you understand?"

Whumpee began to tear up, shaking his head frantically. "No, no, why? Why are they taking me?" he cried, grabbing at Whumper's sleeves. "Did I do something bad?"

"No, dear. They— they don't... approve of relationships like ours, see? They'll tell you that I kidnapped you, that I abused you. This is not true. Do you understand me, Whumpee?" Whumper grew more serious.

"What? No, you- you saved me! You trained me to be good! You aren't a kidnapper!" Whumpee blubbered, flinching as hard knocks sounded on the front door. "No, I can't—" he choked on his own words, interrupted by Whumper's steady voice.

"Do you understand, Whumpee?"

Whumpee nodded tearfully, hiding his head between Whumper's knees. He only looked back up when something bumped against his head. He looked up to see his stuffed bunny, which Whumper handed down to him.

There was a bang as the door was knocked down, and footsteps thundered into the house. Whumpee squealed as cops filled the room, guns aimed at Whumper. He ducked down when they began to bark commands, clutching his bunny as he cried.

The cops grabbed Whumper, cuffing him and dragging him away. Whumpee couldn't help but sit up, crying out, "Whumper!"

Two more cops crouched down to grab Whumpee, scooping him up and bringing him towards the door.

As he was brought outside for the first time in years, Whumpee searched frantically for his owner. He caught a glimpse of his face through the barred windows of the cop car's backseat and called out again, only to be hurried into an ambulance.

Whumpee was dimly aware of his bunny being pulled off his chest, of gloved hands easing him onto the stretcher, of machines beeping around him. He seemed to blink, and all of a sudden, he was in a hospital bed with IVs in his arms and his precious bunny at his side again.

A doctor was talking to him, probably— he could see lips moving, but in the haze of the situation, he heard only noises, not words. Whumpee was only thinking about his owner, his poor, poor Whumper in trouble all because of him. Whumpee could only clutch his bunny and cry, inhaling the remnants of Whumper's scent on its dingy fur.

@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."

guys, i am genuinely sorry for not working on your guys' art i owe, i had so much motivation, but i lost it all after working on a couple 😭😭 i will get to them eventually