#i'm sick at home mostly bedridden

[frostiik]

i have a sweating problem

[npookie0]

KC cast when you're sick

Because I'm sick :(

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Ronin:

You weren't online on the server for the whole day, so obviously Ronin got curious. Usually you would at least leave him a message like "Sorry work will keep me away for the whole day" , but this time there was only radio silence from your side.

It didn't take Ronin a long time to reach your home, you gave him a spare key if he needed to hide from the police or wanted to get to your house at random times (mostly night when you're asleep and he just wanted to annoy you) he entered your home and went straight to your bedroom.

There you were, asleep, sweat all over your body, sticking your clothes to you. Used tissues all around your bed and desk, a mug with long cold tea on the bed stand. Ronin approached your bed and moved his hand to your forehead.

"You're burning up darlin', no wonder you're asleep and offline." He murmured to himself and slowly made his way to your bathroom to her a cold wet cloth, once he made you one from a towel he placed it on your forehead. Seeing you so sick made him feel uneasy. Yeah Ronin liked it when you were in ruin, but not when it causes physical harm to you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at your sleeping form. He's playing with your hair between his fingers. When he saw your whole body shivering because of how cold you felt, he got under the covers next to you and held your body so close to himself, that he could feel your breath on his neck.

Headcanons yay!

Ronin will cuddle with you for the whole time you're asleep, he will change the wet cloth on your forehead from time to time so you will cool down quicker.

He will help you wash up, because you will feel somewhat better after a good shower/bath.

"Christ darlin', just how messy can you be when you're sick?" He asks you, while he's collecting every tissue from the floor and your furniture to throw them out.

Ronin will make you tea whenever you ask him to, or he will buy you some warm soup to help you get better.

He will come by your place daily at least until he's absolutely sure that you're no longer bedridden.

If anyone in the server will complain about your absence or ask about your whereabouts and you don't really want everyone to know that you're sick, he will tell them to fuck off and wait for you to come back online.

Ronin will buy you medicine if he notices that you're out of some or just don't have any.

V:

The two of you were taking a late night stroll. V had to take the dogs he rescued for a walk, and you just happened to tag along.

You were walking through a forest behind V's house, enjoying the wind and the chilly night.

Unfortunately on your way back, it suddenly started to rain and you ended up being soaked. V decided that you will spend the night in his place and go back home in the morning.

Well, after you woke up there was no way that you could even get up from his bed. Your immune system has always been really weak and susceptible to catching illnesses. So you weren't really that surprised when it turned out that you have a high fever and can barely talk with your throat sore.

"Here, please try to eat this, my love. You shouldn't take medicine on an empty stomach." You looked up at V, who helped you sit up and placed a plate with a sandwich on your lap. "If you can't eat by yourself then I suppose that I should feed you." The blush on his face reached his ears and you would chuckle if it wasn't for your sudden cough.

Headcanons >w<

V will spend a lot of time with you, he will read you a book or talk to you until you fall asleep.

He will tuck you into bed so perfectly that you will be covered from head to toe so your body will stay warm..

V will guide you to the bathroom and stay outside close to the door so if you call for him he will be there immediately to assist you.

V has a lot of medicine in his kitchen, so he will give you any medicine you may need.

Because V doesn't really have a job, he will stay with you for the whole day, unless someone needs to be served justice.

V's less dangerous animals will sometimes be let into the bedroom so you can enjoy their company.

Misaki:

After you arrived in Japan to visit Misaki it turned out that you were stuck with food poisoning after eating in one of the restaurants Misaki took you to.

At first they found it really funny, but then panic hit them. You didn't just have any stomach issues, you had a high fever. They basically threw you into their bed and told you to not move a muscle or they will tie you down.

Misaki was a really clumsy nurse they almost spilled hot soup on you, another time they lost the medicine they were given by their mom.

"Jeez, why is taking care of someone so hard?" They groaned and fell to the bed, squeezing themselves next to you.

Headcanons :3

Misaki's mom gave them instructions on how to take care of you, she gave them soups and medicine. They listened to her words and tried their best to follow her instructions.

They put you in their clothes after they almost spilled soup on you "Don't worry babe, next time you will dirty my clothes. There won't be a next time of course." They said confidently.

Misaki spoon fed you the food their mom gave them, even when you said that you are not dying and can feed yourself.

When Misaki had to go to work they assigned their mom as your new caretaker and she was happy to oblige. The woman was extremely kind and helpful, sometimes she spoke up her worries about Misaki's health and how happy she was that they have you now.

After you get better, Misaki will still panic about you getting sick again so they will test every food you are about to digest.

Misaki will brag to the server about what an amazing caretaker she is to you, even though most of the work was done by their mom.

Angel:

One day after you returned from work, you had to take a live interview with a popular singer for their channel, you turned out to be sick. Angel, of course, noticed just how sick you were and immediately rushed you into bed, she helped you change out of your clothes into some more comfortable ones.

She laid you down in bed and clung to you.

"Angel, you will get sick too." You mumbled and tried very hard not to give in to her touch.

"Shhh, you have to sleep, and my body will give you warmth." She chuckled sweetly and kissed you on the cheek.

Headcanons <3

Angel keeps you company at all times, unless she's working that is, although she spends less time on her channel with you being bedridden.

She will cook for you, her cooking is really good. You were pretty surprised when you saw actual food in her fridge and not human remains.

Angel is very clingy, holding your hands and hugging you while you sleep or just lay down in her bed.

Sometimes when Ronin comes by to pay his bestie a visit, she will tell him to keep quiet because you're asleep and he will have to listen unless he wants to be treated with a chainsaw.

When Angel actually gets sick, you will give her the "Didn't I tell you? " Stare and told her to call her model gigs off.

When you can't fall asleep but your body really needs to nap, Angel will sing a lullaby just for you to fall asleep.

Hope you liked it ^^ I'm totally not sick :d

[eluxcastar]

May I request Arlecchino finding her lover collapsed on the floor in tears from a fever they are suffering from and then taking care of them?

Arlecchino and her poor sick s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: a terrible fever leaves you effectively bedridden for days

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, mentions reader vomiting but does not happen within it, the reader is a massive simp, oh and also they're married because I said so

୨୧﹑words :: 2.6k

I haven't abandoned you honeys I'm just working on a time-consuming Arlecchino request that's like 8k words long ❤️ so here's a little something to tide you over for a bit in light of the newest teaser from mihoyo

You have spent three days curled up in your bed with a temperature so bad Arlecchino almost considered taking you to Dottore to sort it out, but you were more than happy to wait it out instead.

Those three days had been spent swiftly losing any food you tried to eat and barely keeping down the water you forced yourself to drink so that you wouldn't get dehydrated with how much the heat made you sweat.

Now that days have passed, your throat hurts, and you curse your gag reflex. You don't even want to drink water, and the dizziness that prevents you from getting up has hardly subsided. You've slept through most of it, yet you can't bear to spend another minute glued to your bed, tossing and turning amidst your covers. They're thoroughly a mess, no thanks to hours of indecision as you become hot under them and cold without them for too long.

It's a frustrating thing to be confronted with your weakness.

There is truly nothing worse. This time last week, you would've been by your lovely Arlecchino's side, helping her with her work as she managed the less enjoyable affairs for the House of Hearth. It's always nice to have someone with you to curb your boredom when you have to do menial work.

But since you woke up in the middle of the night overwhelmed by dizziness so horrible you couldn't figure out which way was left, you have been stuck here where you cannot reach her for much of the day. She insisted she should remain with you, but you weren't eager to take up more of her precious time for no reason other than your conscience. You know she would be happy to. You just don't want to trouble her.

While she's gone, you should remember to do the things she made you promise to do: get lots of rest, drink water, don't push yourself.

By what is basically the force of fate, you have been good at resting and not pushing yourself. It's the water you're struggling with. You tried to force yourself to half something earlier, using whatever surface was available to support yourself, but you found yourself with an upset stomach and an awful lingering feeling in your throat.

Your second trip to the kitchen for a glass of water is equally unsuccessful.

She asked only three things of you, and even that is out of your depth? You must be pathetic. Soon, Arlecchino will return home, and she will see the glaring problem that you're dehydrated and be disappointed that you couldn't even listen to her requests.

The floor is the most comfortable spot to sit or kneel awkwardly on your hands and knees after quickly lowering yourself to the floor when you are hit with a dizzy spell to avoid hitting it at a high speed once you inevitably fall over.

Is sickness making you a wreck? Were you always this quick to give up? You never feel this uneasy. Your fever must be messing with your head and making you overemotional, but you feel so useless, whatever the reason. Suddenly you understand those people forced to retire from their work only to become restless and idle all day from an overwhelming absence in their life, if only for a few days.

It hurts, mentally mostly, but the physical pain of it all is hardly helping. Something about fevers is so draining to your body.

Water. You'd just like to drink some water. Is that too much to ask? Surely not.

Water…on the floor underneath you. It's only a drop, but you never even made it to the fridge. Where could it have come from? You place your finger on it, confirming it is most definitely not a product of your fever-driven imagination as it feels very real. Another drop lands on the back of your hand, then on the floor in quick succession, too quick for anything like a hole in the ceiling. Holes in the ceiling can't pass water through your head, either.

Tears? You're not crying-- you reach up to feel your cheek. Oh, you are. You are crying.

When did that happen? You never cry, not in good health anyway. It's completely unlike you. Though not in good health, maybe it's not so unthinkable. Maybe you are weak like this, even mentally. You didn't think a little sickness could bring you down very much; evidently, you were wrong.

You first settle back on your kneels, wiping your eyes clean of the tears that started and won't stop coming, especially now that you realise it. Like a wound that doesn't hurt until you look at it and realise how bad it looks, it hits you all at once that you really are quite miserable in this state. Water is too hard for you to get. Really? Is that how far you've fallen?

This powerless feeling is horrible, like a weakness eating at your bones every moment you spend sick. Conclusively, you really hate being sick.

You must not have noticed the sound of the door opening, possibly because you were distracted by your condition and its inhibition of your simple desire to drink a glass of water so that you could tell Arlecchino that you did it. Maybe that was supposed to prove to her you were getting better or something. You obviously weren't, but it feels nice to lie to yourself sometimes and try to convince yourself that you won't be bearing with this sickness for very long.

On the other hand, you certainly do notice the footsteps encroaching on you and your pathetic state. It doesn't matter who's there. You don't want anyone to see you this way. Not Arlecchino and not any fatuu she may have sent to check on you. Not that you're on the floor, and most definitely not that the reason you're down there is because you're crying. It would be too shameful to handle ever publicly showing your face again. You scramble to try and get back on your feet and wipe your tears, but it only proves your weakness to you as you get up so fast you make yourself dizzy again and stumble to find something to hold onto before you fall again.

The only reason you don't end up flat on your ass is because Arlecchino grabs you by your shoulders and holds you close, so close you feel her poor jacket soak up your tears. You want to pull away so you don't wet her clothes, but you can't. She is your only anchor right now. If you do that, she'll really know you're crying. Of course, she is already aware that you are, but if you at least stay with your face buried in the fur of her overcoat, you don't have to acknowledge that she knows.

Evidently, bed is the best place for you right now, and you are promptly returned there so that you can lay back and rest.

"I didn't even realise I was crying, swear!" Your attempts to save yourself are pointless, as she never cared whether you were crying or not in the first place. It's natural to cry, even if she doesn't want to see you upset.

"It's alright. Covers on or off?" There is a certain gentleness in her voice that makes you look away in embarrassment, though it is undeniably attractive that a hot woman would take care of you while you're sick. The 'in health' part is really sexy too, but the sickness part stirs butterflies in your stomach...

"Off," you respond.

It’s even hotter you get to be married to that woman.

She places a kiss on your forehead, as gentle as the rest of her actions, a degree of care present that she does not usually impart. She is not heartless and cold toward you, but this side of her is a rare one reserved for the moments when you feel especially precious. Sickness, injury...

It is a rarity that you treasure because it means a lot to you.

"I just got overwhelmed I guess." You can't think of a way to explain it to her that actually makes some degree of sense. Any explanation you think of sounds stupid to your brain and probably hers. "I'm fine, I promise."

"I know, I know. Glass of water, and something to eat small enough it won't upset your stomach." Her thumb brushing over your forehead is enough to settle those rampant emotions of yours, though still teary-eyed and moody.

"Just give me a second and I can do it." Again with your insistence to not be helped, you're just spouting off lies at this point, fooling yourself but not her.

She laughs at your stubbornness. "No you can't." She says that so matter-of-factly you can't even be bothered to fight as the words die in your throat at how amused she seems. It's one of your endearing traits, you like to think. The slight smile she walks off with would certainly support that delusion.

You're probably fooling yourself about that part too, but something about her collectedness while your brain is all scrambled up and chaotic calms you, and you fish around the bed for the coat she had discarded and laid out at your feet before she left. It's nice and heavy but not too warm when laid across you so haphazardly that it overheats you. The fur around the collar is uncomfortably wet in one spot.

However could that have happened? Sure hope someone didn't get their tears all over it.

What's best is that it smells like her, covered in her scent from top to bottom, and now you are too. It's like getting a warm hug from your wife in the absence of a hug or your wife

Ok maybe it's impossible to marry you and not know that you're really stubborn when you want to be.

"I'll stay with you like this for the entire week if that's what you want. I don't mind if I catch whatever you managed to get." Her words are so sweet that you get those butterflies again. Could you really handle a week with her like this? Probably not. You might just drop dead, but if nothing else, you'd be dying happy.

"I would definitely mind that." You laugh back, trying to match her responses and diffuse the idea you might want her gone.

"What? Don't want to take care of me?" She's just teasing, but her expression doesn't give that away at a glance.

"Didn't say that!"

You can't help feeling happy. You like this as your medicine a lot, and it has nothing to do with your face being this close to her chest and everything to do with her warmth and her words like everything is normal, and you're both just messing around. If that were the truth, it might be really nice too, but it makes being sick a hell of a lot more enjoyable.

It can't be more than a minute or two before she returns with a glass of water and some dry biscuits. The only two things that you can keep down seem like heaven in her hands despite how bland both of them are. It feels nice to finally be hydrated, and it feels great to have something in your stomach aside from an empty feeling.

Arlecchino takes the time as an opportunity to settle into bed beside you.

As you set the glass of water down on the floor beside your bed, you turn back over to squirm your way into her waiting arms, now receiving a warm hug from your wife in the presence of both a hug and your wife.

You are comfortable with a bit of pillow shifting, some wriggling into place and a slight repositioning of your head. You are not smothered by her and can breathe while remaining in her arms. Your head is not in a position where your neck hurts, and your legs are comfortably intertwined with hers. Dreams do come true, and on that note, you won't be moving from this position for the next few hours if you can help it.

"You can keep the coat if you want. I'll wash it once you're better." Her voice is low, trying not to be too loud when you are so close but audible.

You would shake your head but don't dare, only mumbling back to her. "You need it for work tomorrow."

"I'll take a day off." She says it so off-handedly it sounds suspiciously normal for a moment before the shock of it hits you.

Your eyes open, and you tilt your head up just enough to see her face, completely serious. "Are you sure? You'll have a lot to do--"

She makes a face like she is thinking, though it is an act to emphasise what she says next. "I'll use it to manage files from the House of Hearth if it would make you feel better about getting to steal all my attention at home."

"Accepted." Evidently, you are far too easy to bargain with.

She laughs to herself nonetheless, hand stroking your back. "I don't want to leave for work only to come home to you crying again."

You go dead silent and look away again. "...Sorry."

"I didn't mean it in that way." She tries to reassure you with those words, and it works a little but doesn't take away from your embarrassment. Are you going to remember that for the next five years wondering if she's judging you for it knowing damn well she's not and probably doesn't remember it? Hopefully not. "It worried me, that's all. I want to be here if you need me."

Ok maybe that's really hot too.

"Well, if you're sure, then I'm not going to tell you no." You wouldn't stop her anyway because, secretly, you would really like for her to stay with you. You wanted that from the start and just couldn't swallow your pride to admit it.

The small chuckle she lets out hearing that tells you that she is very aware of that fact. Maybe it's hard to marry you and not know that.

Ok maybe it's impossible to marry you and not know that you're really stubborn when you want to be.

"I'll stay with you like this for the entire week if that's what you want. I don't mind if I catch whatever you managed to get." Her words are so sweet that you get those butterflies again. Could you really handle a week with her like this? Probably not. You might just drop dead, but if nothing else, you'd be dying happy.

"I would definitely mind that." You laugh back, trying to match her responses and diffuse the idea you might want her gone.

"What? Don't want to take care of me?" She's just teasing, but her expression doesn't give that away at a glance.

"Didn't say that!"

You can't help feeling happy. You like this as your medicine a lot, and it has nothing to do with your face being this close to her chest and everything to do with her warmth and her words like everything is normal, and you're both just messing around. If that were the truth, it might be really nice too, but it makes being sick a hell of a lot more enjoyable.

[gay-caesar-truther]

Tehe drew my fucked up scientist <3

I'm also putting their whole backstory below uhh

Cw for self harm, suicide attempts, human experimentation and death

Name: Vespa Rubedo Valentine

Age: 26

Gender: Agender, they/them

Sexuality: Pansexual

Other- 

Severe phobia of the cold 

Loves bugs :3

Vespa was born in a very science focused Vault- mostly focusing on inducing mutations in various species in order to forcibly adapt them to a post-nuclear environment. 

Ves' mother, Dr. Ruby Valentina focused primarily on crop species and inducing harmful mutations in pests as a way to prevent crop loss. 

Ruby wasn't married, didn't have a partner nor did she intend to have either, but wanted a child- Both for the benefit of the vault and a means to have a tangible legacy, so agreed with a fellow vault dweller that he’d help give her a child- but would have no familial contact with Ves. 

Ves’ early childhood was mostly uneventful. Ruby gave Vespa the nickname “Cricket” due to how energetic and chatty they were. 

However, Vespa was about 4 they got infected with an experimental microbe after sneaking into the labs to visit their mother at work (it was not intended to be a pathogen but alas) and made them INCREDIBLY sick, causing permanent damage to their lungs, immune system, blood platelets. Ves was essentially bedridden for years, being constantly monitored, subjected to experimental treatments, almost dying several times. The microbe didn't affect adults severely, but given the example Ves was providing- was pretty devastating to kids. They were essentially home schooled by their mother and kept isolated from the other children until one of the experimental treatments proved toxic to the microbe and Ves was able to leave isolation.

At the age of 10 Ves was cured of their infection, and found in good enough health to go to school. However due to being the "new" kid in a Vault, and well known for being really sick/unhealthy/’diseased’ Ves struggled to make friends, or connect with the other children. 

They were subjected to significant bullying- the other children purposefully playing games that Ves couldn't join in with, being pushed and hit, having things thrown at them- etc, etc. As they aged the bullying just got more violent and aggressive. 

Ves became jaded and bitter, choosing to isolate themselves- not trying to make friends, focusing exclusively on their studies.

They would sit with their mother in the lab while she worked- learning about the various insects that would blight crops, and what insects could be used as natural pest control (start of their bug obsession), assisting with her research more and more as they aged and their own scientific knowledge improved. Their mother was the only real social contact they had.

When they were 17, around 3 months before Ves’ 18th birthday-  Ruby decided to leave the Vault and take her research to the NCR- people needed it, this could save lives by preventing food shortages but she didn't want to expose Ves to dangers of the wasteland, and as they were almost an adult make the decision to leave them behind for their own safety. She knew her child was determined and headstrong so decided not to leave any clues as to where she went, or why, in the hopes of dissuading Ves from following . 

She left instructions to the other adults in the Vault on how to help Ves cope with this change, hoping Ves would be forced to interact with others and develop a healthy social life now she wasn’t there for Ves to cling to. Ves did not give them the chance, isolating themselves in their home/ their mothers lab. Thinking that it was something THEY did that caused their mother to leave. They decided to forgo human contact entirely, it was something that had only caused them pain- As far as Ves saw it humanity was inherently cruel and inherently flawed, studying the social behavior of insects (ants and termites primarily) and comparing the “community focus” to what they’d experienced in the vault . They turned their interest towards solitary predatory insects (Tarantulas, Centipedes, parasitic wasps) as an example of how to be- fierce, independent, successful on their own and on their own merit. Any attempts to reach out by fellow vault dwellers were rejected- didn't need it, they would be okay on their own, these people were below them. 

Ves only left the lab at night to steal food from the canteen, the rest of the time they stayed locked away. Obviously the isolation and abandonment issues did some major damage to their mental health, they started self harming, and experimenting on themselves. They used the excuse of trying to make themselves tougher, conditioning themselves to have a high pain tolerance, so they can be strong, and only rely on themselves.

 In this time period they tried to take their own life by drinking random chemicals several times, fortunately their mothers work didn't involve hazardous chemicals so being unwell for a few days was the worst that happened (To this day being unwell is majorly upsetting to them- reminding them of both their childhood, and attempts on their life). Inspired by both their existing knowledge of invertebrates, and reading about the strength of ants, the toughness of carapace, etc Ves’ desire to be more like an insect branched out from just emotional resilience and solitary survival and into somehow gaining these physical characteristics. 

That in order to survive humanity had to be like insects- driven, independent, not beholden to emotional attachment, with the strength and sturdiness to allow them to thrive on their own. They began experimenting with attempting to forcibly mutate mammals via chemical exposure, genetic manipulation, on turning mammals into insects (or at least giving them all of the desirable features of them)

After a series of very successful tests on lab mice, and having no larger test subjects Ves thought they'd do the residents of the Vault a favor, granting them the gift and the mercy to be free of suffering that is being human, deciding to test their formula on them.

Maybe other people would be grateful, and Ves would get the adoration they secretly desired if they saved them from being mammals and made them stronger. 

Ves snuck out in the night, spiking the food and the air supply with their formula, and routing clean water and air to their own quarters- They were a good scientist, needed to observe the effects if they were ever going to be able to reproduce this on a larger scale (The world). They could wait- the formula had to be perfect before they’d use it on themselves. 

 To put it bluntly the test was a disaster- the changes started within hours, but the other Vault dwellers did not survive the physical stress. It took months of living with excruciating mutations, organ failures, and open wounds but eventually the whole Vault was wiped out. 

Ves decided it was their vault, they simply didn't want to be better than what they were. They hated Ves so much they'd rather die than watch them succeed. Ves took over the whole Vault, cleaned up the half mutated corpses and started again. After this failure Ves attempted to take their own life- again, but after waking up alive they went back to work- determined to not leave their great work incomplete, nor fail again.  

They Set traps for innocent wastelanders so they could serve as test subjects, and continue working to find the perfect formula to free people from the shackles of humanity. 

[stoopidpigeonxx]

MIRACLE AU

finally, after thinking for a long time and doodling some shitty models, I have completed it!!! Miracle au takes place after the crash. Everyone injured is given a second chance when they're brought back to life by doctors on earth (except for Jimmy. his condition was untreatable.) And live their lives out under care of Nurse Anya!

ANYA

-her stomach was pumped after her semi-lethal overdose, which causes her to (obviously) lose the baby. She manages to get a job at the hospital everyone is at, and tends to her crew. -Since her condition was the least terrible of the crew, she was discharged early and sent home. But she returned to the hospital out of fear she wouldn't be able to help her crew members. -Overall, sweet woman taking care of them. Praise her.

CURLY

-after a LOT of reconstructional surgeries, they managed to put him in a somewhat better state. -Attending daily speech therapy. -Mostly bedridden due to his condition, but occasionally takes a wheelchair around the hospital to check in on his crew. -Terrified of talking to anya again out of guilt of what he did (or didn't) do for her. -Him and Pidge are slowly rekindling their bond into something more! -The mere mention of Jimmy makes him feel sick. -The government is attempting to fund his recovery to the best of their ability due to the enforced trauma the crew encountered.

PIDGE

-Still in care. -Mostly because she doesn't have anywhere to go. Her parents moved out of state, and to their knowledge, she's dead. -Removing the bullet fragment from her head messed with her brain a bit, so she's a bit different from her regular self. (Harder time communicating, tinnitus, occasional visual seizures.) -Anya and her are closer than before, since Anya spends a lot of time treating her. -Still dealing with the fact Jimmy had done such horrible things; prefers not to talk about it. -Loves curly dearly, wishes she could show it. They don't get to see each other often, most of the time curly's not in a state for visits. -Overall, still our special gal.

DAISUKE

-after a lot of stitchwork, he's left with a cool ass scar and a new outlook on life. -Planning to return to baseball once he fully heals up, and wants to make it to the big leagues. -His parents are often in the hospital with him, fretting over him and giving him gifts. Swansea has become close friends with his family. -Often spends a lot of time drawing, a skill he's returning to more often after the crash. If baseball doesn't work, he wants to become an artist. -The scar left his vision slightly impaired. He's getting vision treatment, and might need glasses.

SWANSEA

-Removing the bullets from his head was a lot of work, and left him partially paralyzed in his right arm. -But overall, he's doing well. -Happily reunited with his wife and children, who visit him quite a bit. -Spends a lot of time watching over Pidge when Anya is busy. He feels responsible for the poor girl. -Basically, the young crew member's babysitter. -Still the grumpy old man we know and love. -Getting treatment for alcohol addiction. Says he 'would rather drink to erase that shitty experience.' But obviously, Anya strongly rejects that.

And, Jimmy is dead. Yeah.

feel free to send in asks about this au, I'd love to yap about it. Art and posts about it will be posted under the #miracle AU tag!! I hope you like it, I thought about it a lot!! :-)

NOTE: there isn't really any romantic relationships in this AU besides Pidge and Curly. Anya is an outed Lesbian, Daisuke is a trans man, and Swansea is happily married. I wrote them how I see them; I'm sorry if it goes against what you think about these characters. Also, sorry for the cringe OC x canon shipping. I just adore them so much.

[dark-night-hero]

What if Jason Todd has an older sister. A sicky older sister that is still overprotective of her younger brother Jason knowing the environment they live in. So when Jason was taken by other than Batman himself, it was natural that she came along with them. But unlike her younger brother, she refuses to be adopted by Bruce. Still she lived at the manor, having her sickness treated with proper medications all thanks to B.

What if Jason's older sister just happened to be at the same age as Dick Grayson. And just as Jason became the new Robin and enter the world of vigilante, she, his older sister too come in her own way to as she is now the one left behind to handle the bat cave in front of the computers and monitors. And oh man, she was good at it. She was also very talented when it comes to technology, coming up with the most absurd yet possible, somehow made possible by her.

What if she was never good when it comes to physical things, with her continues medication, she was going well but still not good. Still, she was tought by the basics way on how to protect herself by none other than Dick, the former Robin and now know as Nightwing. They are not that close, at least on the eyes of others. But the fact that He always response at her coms when he rarely does when it comes to others says something different.

What if Jason Todd sister was never close to Bruce. She did not hate him, but it was not like she trust him enough either. She respects him, she was thankful for the man who saved them from that hell. But unlike Jason who had grown some emotional attachment to the man, she never does. Growing up having to mostly take care of her brother before she went sick, she knew how cunning adults can be. She was just not ready to trust a man who suddenly appeared in their life, sure he was the famous Bruce Wayne. In a split of seconds they went from rags to riches and she would never forget where they came from. Still, if Jason see them as a part of his family, then so be it. She was fine with that.

What if the night when Batman came home with her younger brother all bruised and bloody in his arms, cold and unmoving in his arms. She looked at him with bloodshot eyes, colors similar to the kid in his arms eyes never to be opened again. "You said you'll go and get him." She sound helpless. She could the countless wound all over their little brother's small body. "I'm sorry." He utter, unable to look at her in the eyes. "I- I was too late." She cannot hear what B said after that, a ringing sound piercing their ears can be head. Not that she liked to listen. After all it was quite obvious to her what was in front of them. Jason died, her only remaining family member died. Before she knew it, everything went black.

What if a few weeks after the funeral, she woke up, with her body yet to recover from the illness that she was slowly recovering from thanks to medical attention given to her, she was bedridden for weeks before finally waking up. So knwoing the truth, she was silent. Visiting her brothers grave was the first thing she did when she woke up and then proceed to drown herself into moutains of new technology blue prints. The mood in the house was not good after Jason's death. All of them were grieving, all of them needed time for themselves, specially her. In some cases she could have left, one of her main reason is that Batman left that stupid clown alive. He was better off dead. After all that stupid crazy clown did to her brother, what he deserve was death not just get fucking thrown behind jail ward. Nevertheless she did not say anything, just doing her job behind the screen and finsihing your blue prints. She remained in the lab, working on her invention as far as her mind allows her.

And then one day, Bruce came home with a boy- a new Robin. Her eyes looks like she was staring at the void, scaring the kid as she looks at him, making him hide behind Bruce. "It's only been a few months." She mumble to herself. "Does Jason... Does Jason mean nothing to you." It was not a question, it was a statement. Her blue emotionless eyes met with a pair of dusky blue ones. "Ha... hahahaha the clown... now this brat. In the end he meant nothing you." "He-" "Shut up Richard." She spoke and side eye him. "I'm leaving."

What if the same day she said she was leaving, with her devices and invention in hand, she raided the Arkham Asylum with one goal in mind. Kill the clown. She was about to be successful when just as she was about to pull the trigger that will end the wounded clown, she was held back- detained by a familiar vigilantes. "Let go." There was a blood dripping down her lips, after all, the clown would not go down without a fightm "Let go, Nightwing." But he did not. Instead her eyes turned to the Bat. "I will kill him myself, I have some unfinished business with Joker." "This not the answer, Jason wouldn't wan-" "Don't you dare utter my brothers name, Batman." Her glare at him was intense. Batman was about to speak once again, was about to tell her something when smoke filled the room, all coming some the suit made by her. A following thud then can be heard, and a familiar groan coming from Nightwing. "Let's pretend this never happened. And the next time we see each other, just you know I'll be on the other side."

What if, a months after Jason death. A flip within his older sister has been switched. And that very same day Batman came home with a new robin. Jason Todd's older sister tired to kill Joker only to failed. That day, she find herself back in the place where she never thought she would go back again, into the crime alley.

What if a few years later, Nightwing came across his old flame, within the premises of the crime alley. "An uninvited guest have come to pay a visit." Despite the domino mask, Nightwing knew who was behind it. "You're... the new crime lord?" "Why so shock boy wonder?" She laugh, sitting pretty in her made up throne. "Can't believe that the timid, weak girl behind the screen manage to take over the gotham underworld?" Then she glare at him. "I have no business with you, leave. Never set foot in my territory ever again, say the same message to the bat and little birdies."

What if one day they figure out that she was replaced by another figure head in the gothams underworld, Red Hood, and she seemed to vanished. Would her sudden disappearance caused the reveal and confrontation that was needed long ago? Or will it cause an even big issue beyond measure?

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: Sorry for the inaccuracy in some points, I am a fan of the batfam but never get to read the actual comics of dc but I have seen a few movies haha. I just had this thoughts in mind. So yeah, please no hate, this is just a what ifs :"( :")

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

Omg I hope you're okay? Is it a short stay? Reading and TV shows always helped me when I got bedridden from-- anything lol. Be it sick or injuries haha.

-🍷

I'm back home now. My hospital stay was a day or two ago, but they let me go back home. I should be on campus right now doing school work, but my father & the hospital ppl wanted me to stay home for the week before going back to make sure im ok 👍

Idk if this is too much information or not, but yeah. Im mostly ok and stuff. Im just super bored because im being limited on things im able to even do. 😭

[celestialsoyeon]

Hiiii!, hope you are well ✨

I was wondering if you have time to make a request, maybe to Mingyu sick with gastroenteritis after promotions:)

Hiii! I'm well, I hope you are too!

Of course! Here it is!

word count: 1,15k

contents: throwing up, being bedridden

Sickie: Mingyu

Caretaker: Mostly Wonwoo, Seungcheol and the BooSeokSoon trio

At first he thought that was just normal, that he was just under a lot of stress after the promotions of their latest album.

He wasn’t really sure when all this shit even started in the first place. All he knew was that he was unable to go by his day in a normal way because he was throwing up every twenty or thirty minutes.

He couldn’t eat anything either. If anything, the smell of food, even the mere thought of it made him feel even sicker. Jeonghan insisted he tried to eat something, but it didn’t stay down. 

He had tried to dismiss it as just something he wasn’t able to digest properly, but the more he threw up, the more he realized he was sick. So he decided to lay down in his bed, a bucket by his side in case he couldn’t go to the bathroom in time. He didn’t want to cause any mess in the room he was sharing with Wonwoo. 

The latter hated seeing vomit with all his guts, and the mere sight of it could make him throw up too, so if Mingyu could avoid being sick all over the floor or his bed, it was better. Mingyu was staying on his own, in case he was contagious. He didn’t want to make the other members sick. 

Jeonghan was coming to check on him regularly, but Mingyu didn’t really like it. Well, he liked the attention Jeonghan had towards him, but didn’t want him to be sick just before enlisting. If Jeonghan was to get sick, it would mess up the last week before he was to leave the dorms.

Mingyu didn’t want that. He knew he wasn’t going to see Jeonghan for a few months and wanted to enjoy whatever time the group could spend all together. Therefore, he really hoped this stomach bug would soon leave him alone. 

It didn’t. If anything, it worsened overnight, and soon, he called for his fellow members to help. He was feeling really awful and was starting to get scared. What if it was something serious? 

Wonwoo, despite his aversion for the sight of anything related to sickness, was the first one by his side.

“Mingyu, you’re going to be fine. I’ll call Seungcheol Hyung and we will get you taken care of. Even if it might be nothing too bad, you still need help. Just keep talking to me, and try to distract yourself if you can. It’ll do you good.”

Mingyu just nodded. He felt really sick, this time. He was thankful for Wonwoo’s help, but couldn’t stop thinking about the worst case scenarios. He was really getting scared of being bedridden and unable to enjoy some time with all the members before Jeonghan would leave for a few months. Junhui would not be here as well for a long time, and Mingyu didn’t want them to worry as they go because he was sick. 

“Wonwoo hyung.. What if it’s something serious?”

“We’re going to take care of you. You don’t have to worry okay? I just texted Seungcheol hyung, he’s going to come back to the dorms with Soonyoung. You’re not alone okay?”

He nodded, but tears were blurring his sight. He was going to make everyone worry. No one would be able to enjoy their evening, all that because he was weak enough to get sick like that in August, when the weather was warm and nice, and when literally no one ever falls sick.

Jeonghan was leaving the following week, and he would just mess up the last free day they were going to have with him because of his sickness. 

He felt guilty. Jeonghan was worried enough about his fellow members being without him, there was no need to add up to that. Junhui was busy enough learning his lines and working on them without having to take care of him.

Wonwoo seemed to sense his torment and hugged him carefully, wanting to soothe him. He hated seeing his best friend like that. They had been through much more than this, but it still hit close to home seeing Mingyu crying. He didn’t say anything though, he didn’t know what to say to comfort him.

They remained like that a few minutes, before Seungcheol and Soonyoung came into the room, looking worried.

Their leader immediately reassured the both of them, and decided to call the manager and a doctor. Mingyu needed a few days off to get better, and some medication would probably help.

When the doctor arrived, Mingyu made himself small and curled up in the blankets, as if trying to hide away from the doctor. Wonwoo needed only a few minutes to coax him into letting the doctor examine him. 

Mingyu let him do whatever he had to, he was too tired and out of it to think about what he was doing.

Seungcheol and Wonwoo remained by his side throughout the whole exam, ready to step in if needed. That didn’t seem to be necessary, and the doctor didn’t look too worried. 

“It’s nothing too serious. Just gastroenteritis. He’s going to need rest, and probably won’t be able to eat a lot these next few days, but he’s going to be okay. He’s going to stay in bed for a few days though.”

At these words, Mingyu whimpered weakly, but the doctor didn’t seem to change his mind. Neither would Seungcheol and Wonwoo, who were determined to get him back to health in no time.

If that required staying in bed, they would make sure Mingyu didn’t move an inch from it unless necessary. 

The other members would for sure take turns taking care of him. Soonyoung was already getting everything needed to distract Mingyu and to take care of him. Seungkwan and Dokyeom would probably join him.

When a member was sick, all the others would treat him like royalty. And Mingyu was no exception. Seungcheol heard them bringing blankets, pillows, plushies, and soon enough, Soonyoung brought in his laptop to watch some kind of drama. 

When the doctor left, Soonyoung told Seungcheol and Wonwoo to go rest. He was going to take care of Mingyu with the other members of the BooSeokSoon trio. Seungcheol could rest assured, Mingyu was in good hands with the leader of the performance team.

Soonyoung had taken place with Seungkwan and Dokyeom all around Mingyu, watching a drama with him and making sure he was comfortable. The dancer had told Wonwoo to sleep in his room. As he was usually sharing it with Seungkwan, Wonwoo would be alone there, and the light sleeper he was wouldn’t have to worry about being woken up in the middle of the night. 

Seungcheol stayed with them for a while before going to sleep as well. Anyway, he was in the room just on the other side of the corridor, if Soonyoung needed help, he could just call for him. He was a light sleeper as well and would be easily woken up.

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

@razielim:

#i had an unrealistic expectation for the importance of the prince#because of this art#you hurt my heart cosmic#you hurt it#nevertheless i thank you for bringing this to life#someone had to do it and you were the best man for the job

THANK YOU GABE I'M SO SO SORRY BUT ARGHHH IT'S NOT MY FAULT I DIDN'T MEAN TO IT'S JUST THAT MY IMAGINATION WENT OFF ON THAT ONE LIL TROWAWAY PARAGRAPH IT'S SO SWEET

Strugatskys really wrote alien man bonds with the kingdom's sickly boy prince over their shared love of the stars and I'm supposed to not go crazy about it?

Like pov: you are a mostly bedridden, always sick prince, who has never left the palace's walls and probably has had the black death three times already in your short life. Nobody pays any interest or attention to you other than the one allowed/demanded by formality. You aren't allowed to go anywhere , a prisioner in your own home AND YET! you befriend alien man who has travelled the stars and been everywhere! That's my /every lonely child's dream, to have a lil alien friend from a far away land, as evidenced by the impact of E.T. And his stories allow you to be free from those palace walls for once in your life. I like to think Rumata gives him beginner astronomy lessons along with telling stories of flying space ships and making paper airplanes and- and you finally get to be a child and not just a walking title and indulge in interests that no one else around you take seriously! AND I JUST REMEMBERED THIS CARL SAGAN CLIP NOW ON HOW CHILDREN ARE SCIENCE ENTHUSIASTS AND HOW THAT WONDER AND CURIOSITY ABOUT THE WORLD NEEDS TO BE NOURISHED AND ENCOURAGED AND:

It's just a quick throwaway detail in the book but I loved that so much I needed to draw that, THERE IS SO MUCH IN THAT LIL PARAGRAPH I'M NOT CRAZY AND TOTALLY DON'T HAVE THIS WHOLE LIL COMIC OF LIKE A PRE-HTBAG INTERACTION BETWEEN THE TWO NUH-UH NOT ME NO SIREE

[siriannatan]

Count fWhip's Origin Story

I was thinking about making this one longer but… I already have too many WIPs so I'm tossing it here. It's mostly vampire!fWhip's origin story.

AO3

Grimlands. One of the oldest and most confusing empires in the area. Many empires rose and fell around them but the Wither dynasty was still in charge and loyal to their roots as a potato farming town. It was there right next to the wither rose. Potato was still their national vegetable and many traditional Grimlands dishes used it as a main ingredient to this day. Vast potato fields were an integral part of the Grimlands landscape. Like tall buildings hiding behind thick walls and loud explosions and the mine where rocks that were crushed into gunpowder came from. Probably the most standout was a house of a local count going by the name fWhip. A close relative of the ruling family. Brother of the founder of the city.

How is he still alive you ask? Well, fWhip is not a human. He was one once, but when on an adventure he met a creature, he's not quite sure what it was, turned him into a vampire. He was normal at first after the encounter and made it home with no problems. Settled into the house his brother had built for him. Met his new sister-in-law - a princess from the neighbouring kingdom of salmon folk. A nice girl, fWhip liked her. She was good for his brother. Trouble started a couple of weeks after he had arrived.

Impossible to satiate hunger and thirst. Headache. Pain in his whole jaw. Pain in all his limbs. Bone-deep chill and constant shaking. Fever. Brief blackouts. Tiredness. It got worse and worse as the day went on. Sun and loud noises irritated him. By the sunset, he was bedridden and sure he was dying. Some bug bit him and the sickness slowly progressed and he completely missed it all... Like an idiot. Those were about his last thoughts before he woke up changed.

He had no reflection. His heart was completely still yet something was still flowing in his veins. His skin was even paler than usual and weirdly waxy... like a corpse. He was no longer human. And had this desire for blood. Being a well-red man fWhip recognised what he was now. A vampire. Peak predator of the night. But the creature he was sure changed him... there was no way it was a vampire. It was a mass of shadows with many mouths and teeth and claws... No matter what it was fWhip had some issues to solve ahead. And forever to do it...

And so fWhip lived for his first hundred years. Not changing one bit he watched his brother grow old and die. And his wife. And his children. And he watched Grimlands grow. Leaving his manor less and less. Relying on servants his relatives hired for him more and more. And buried himself in books.

In his second hundred years, he maybe left his manor about ten times if not less. He simply saw no reason to leave it. He had all he needed. Blood. Wine. Books. His potions lab when he picked up alchemy to kill his boredom. His grand nephews and nieces did visit him occasionally. It was nice of the family to remember him.

It was around his three-hundredth birthday that he was introduced to Sausage and Gem. The boy would inherit the crown of Mythland since their mother was the only child of the current king. And the girl was already showing a talent for magic and would probably be soon sent to the Crystal Cliffs to study magic. fWhip barely registered when it had separated itself from Grimlands proper and became its own nation. He didn't even think to think who would inherit Grimlands. His great-nephew's wife was pregnant for the third time when the children were introduced to him.

When that third child was to be born a disaster struck. Both the duchess nor the child didn't make it. fWhip attended the funeral but stood very much to the back. His nephew asked if he'd look over Grimlands if he died with no other heirs and fWhip said yes.

He nearly forgot that promise by the time the duke grew old and fell ill. A panicked advisor running in to say the duke was dying and wished to see him reminded him of it. "I leave home to you, great uncle," his great nephew said and passed away with a calm, peaceful smile. Leaving fWhip with no words to say. Dead men did not care for words and neither Sausage nor Gem was there, both busy ruling their own empires. And there was no time for any formal meetings or grand funeral celebrations. Lady Katherine of House Blossom was quick to act and called upon ruler's meet since apparently not only fWhip's nephew passed on recently.

The king of ice elves of Rivendell also passed away recently and due to some unclear to fWhip and his new advisory council circumstances the younger of his two sons inherited the crown. It was something to do with an unauthorised marriage to the jungle elves' king Joey. And, after a long and gruelling war that separated the salmon empire for a long time from the main continent, the Cod Empire - winners of the war were moving to the continent. fWhip was a bit sad his sister-in-law's country has been wiped out - some survivors were granted a save heaven in Grimlands by his nephew and fWhip had all the intentions of keeping it that way. The rumours that the Salmon ravaged Cod's lands to the point where they were completely inhabitable had him worried about politics but he would manage. The salmon living in his country were all civilians with nothing to do with war. He was sure the Cod Father would understand him after they had a chance to talk.

Back to the meeting. After being quickly familiarised with who currently ruled what kingdom. He met some of the current rulers but... that was when many of them were children, brought along to meet Sausage and Gem. He was pretty sure most of them did not remember him much anymore but it'd be still interesting. With how important the meeting was he got dressed by his staff. He could not look bad in front of other rulers. And getting dressed on his own without a mirror was not a good fit for looking presentable in more complicated garments. And he never bothered to learn how to get his hair presentable in any way.

So, with an umbrella protecting him from the sun and a small top hat in place of his goggles and his best dress clothes on he set out to the land of fairies.

Scott's one-hundred and twenty-third birthday was not good. First, just as he woke up, he was informed his father passed away. Then, before he could even properly process that one of the royal advisors brought him a letter from his older brother. Scott did not want to recall the contents of it ever again in his life but the essence of it was 'don't feel like being a king, running away to be with this forest elf jerk prince, good luck.' And so Scott was, in the matter of not even an hour, the king based on being the only heir left. Consorting with Jungle elves took away Xor's right to the throne even if he did come to his senses and came back. Then it'd be up to Scott to decide what to do about him. And to prepare for his father's funeral. And his own crowning ceremony. A whole bunch of stuff all at once. Scott was very happy to have his father's trusted advisors on his side to help him with at least the things at home.

Just couple of days after his father's passing, Lady Katherine of House Blossom, queen of the fae folk, called upon a meeting of rulers. Grimlands apparently also went through a change of rulers - some distant uncle of the duke apparently. Scott didn't know much about Grimlands or their traditions. Oh, and the Cod Empire was now among the main-land empires and therefore included in the meeting at the recommendation of the Ocean Queen. So Scott would not be the only new ruler there.

Not that it made up for his lack of experience or preparation to rule and represent a country. He was always meant to be just a second prince. Left alone to practice his sword. To learn war strategies, history, music and proper manners. How to dance and hold a proper conversation with whoever he would marry in the future. And of course, once it manifested with Aeor's blessing, to practice his ice magic.

Speaking of magic. He was wary of meeting the headmistress of the Crystal Cliffs academy princess Gem of Grimlands and Mythland. The cliffs were one of the three connected kingdoms ruled by the Wither dynasty. His worries came mostly from how differently elves and humans approached magic. Humans saw it as a great gift that needed to be honed and trained. To elves, it was nothing all that special unless one was born with great talent and wished to hone it. And Scott was a bit of a special case for an elf. Due to a blessing from the elven gods his magic was not only very strong but also equally hard to control taking a lot of effort and training. At least Scott already had it under control. As long as he kept his emotions and body temperature in check it wasn't causing too many issues.

And so, with a lot of worries and a list of does and don'ts from his advisors Scott was shipped off to the Overgrowth. And without his sword too... The advisors said the heavy claymore he usually swung around to destress was too big for political functions...

Jimmy had no time for political meetings and such. His people just survived a conflict with the Salmon Empire. A long and bloody conflict that ended with their land inhabitable. And the painful process of having to move an entire nation. Lucky for him Lizzie and her husband Joel and their empires helped but there was still a lot Jimmy had to do. He could not just up and leave. He was more than just a ruler...

But Lizzie said he should. His advisors (priests of the Cod religion technically) said he should go. Joel said he should go, but Jimmy didn't really put much weight to what his dear brother-in-law said. And Jimmy knew they were right. He knew he should go but he still didn't want to. He was never one for the stuffy meetings. He didn't have anything even halfway too suitable to wear. And... and... he had many reasons why he shouldn't go but all of them were pushed down.

The fact that Lizzie physically dragged him into the carriage with her and Joel did not help his reasoning in the slightest. "You'll not be the least prepared ruler. Grimlands and Rivendell are sending brand new rulers who were never prepared to take over," Joel tried to make him feel better as Jimmy sulked in his seat. He refused to leave his thunder caller's trident at home. It was, just like the copper headpiece of the Cod Father, a symbol of his status as the leader of the Cod Empire. It was going wherever he was.

In this case the forests of House Blossom.

[perturbed-pigeon]

I'm going to let myself be positive for a second

I'm going through the shitter right now, my endometriosis is flaring up again which makes my scoliosis pain worse, which is also worsened by the fact I'm putting all my weight on one leg because my knee is unstable and in a lot of pain right now. And once I get my walking stick, the weight of my pressure on that is going to fuck my bad wrist up. It's either, my leg gets worse and it keeps giving out in tremendous pain or my wrist becomes weak, useless, and aches.

However, despite all this, I know I'm going to be okay. This is a massive privilege and one I'm very thankful for. I lost my job months ago (this is before my knee got worse but it was stressing me out to the point of s*lf h*rm and contemplating s*icide), but I'm still okay, I thought I was going to end up on the streets because I couldn't pay rent, and I cannot go back to my parents house for my own sake. I'm so so thankful for my wonderful, amazing, loving boyfriend. He's taken up the financial responsibilities, he pays my rent, pays for food, and makes sure the pets are fed. He makes sure I take care of myself, insists I sit down and he'll do whatever it is. He spends 8hrs on average at a stressful fast food job and then comes home, cooks, does the dishes, and takes care of me. I love him so much, and I was so scared he'd leave me because I feel so useless and demanding. But he assures me I'm not a burden to him, that he'll love me 'in sickness and in health', he tells me he loves me and if it comes down to it, he's fine with pushing me around in a wheelchair at 30.

And there's my wonderful cat, my cuddly little Jerma. She's so loving, she sleeps in bed under the covers with me, she is always at attention, ready to protect me whenever someone approaches my door, she makes my mostly bedridden time bearable.

I don't know I just am so grateful for the people and animals making this easier.

[ojamayellow]

I'm doing it anyway. Here's the list of Kit Moments.

Mum has been sick for a few days now and Covid-19 is on the rise again where I live. Day prior I got some tests for her and she hasn't told me if she has it yet or not yet she insists on getting less then a met are away from me to talk when she could text me.

I go out because we finally got an ALDI and I wanted delicious aldi cola. This kid keeps screaming and I know kids will be kids but I am sure she was doing it on purpose to annoy her little brother. Misophonia hell.

My bus is 30 minutes late and it's getting dark. I start stressing because the bus time AFTER was the LAST bus time for my route. (Ends around 6PM).

I catch the bus thankfully but the bus driver is clearly unwell, but he lets free rides happen and I assume it's because he doesn't want to pass anything by handling cash. Good on him I guess?

I can't sit too far on the back of the bus though because of swearing slur-yelling TEENAGERS. I had noise cancelling headphones on high but even that didn't save me. (It mostly did but I'd hear the occasional 'FUCK' like you know those teens who make fun of their bros like as if to be annoying to others on purpose? Yeah).

Eventually get home with my entire day wasted because of the bus schedule giving me a 30 min task and turning it into 4 hours of not being home. The ice cream carton I had in my backpack OPENED AND ICE CREAM SPILLED EVERYWHERE. I cleaned my bag as best as I could but I was low energy and stressing because the ice cream also went on my bed. We have no washing detergent left and our house has a really bad sugar ant problem.

(Side note, the other day I found them ? nesting ? or something in one of my big drawers. Over at least 200 of them or more. Help me).

Mum keeps either being stupid or inconsiderate about her distance with me when she's technically bedridden with The Sickness.

The kitchen is an absolute mess with her trash being dumped and her dishes untouched (because I don't wanna get infected with what she's got, I'm immuno-compromised) and the mess freaks me out.

I cannot risk getting sick as on Friday I have a job interview I cannot miss. It's highly possible I will get the job, and I NEED IT.

The sugar ants made their move. At least they're not on my bed?

am I allowed to vent about my very extremely bad day I just had

[spacexseven]

hello its dazai anon I'm currently thinking about subordinate au dazai so here i go

ive been imagining that in the verison of events where dazai catches feelings for darling cuz they (despite the many many reasons they'd have to let him suffer and die) took care of him while he was injured, that dazai would be very interested in paying that forward at some point.

when dazai first finds out that his favorite subordinate is terribly sick or badly injured and is gonna be out for a while, his mind immediately jumps to how... nice it might be to take care of them. well, actually the first thing is mind jumps to is a million worse case scenarios where they die and hes alone for the rest of his life but once he recovers from THAT panic attack he moves on to nursing plans. hed probably think it's a foolproof plan for having darling finally start warming up to him (especially if chuuya has recently gained some ground in that area), i mean, he likes YOU cuz you take care of him, it only makes sense that youd start liking him for the same reason! also he just... REALLY enjoys the thought of being your nurse. 1) since you're sick/in pain if he decides he wants to ask you a million questions or make you play games with him or kiss you a thousand times you can't run away 2) isn't it kind of. domestic? to take care of someone like that? he can almost pretend the two of you are actually together when he does this.

I should note that dazai isn't like. a medical expert or anything of that sort BUT since he has (mostly) good intentions in this escapade hed be willing to listen to advice from others or direct requests from you. except asking him to leave or get off you he won't ever do that but most other things. also he's still. dazai while this is going on so expect a lot of needless mockery about how weak and useless you are, but then in the same timeframe thinking about what might happen if you die and clinging onto you in complete hysterics. frankly hes just making everything worse all the time but thats dazai!

- 🩹

i couldnt take myself seriously while writing this T^T

when you don't show up for your usual shift with dazai, he's already on edge. he immediately thinks that you must be avoiding him—or that chuuya must have charmed you away with the promise of a day with no dazai. was it because of the time he hung you upside down? that was eons ago and hadn't he already made up for it with the numerous fun (dangerous) and exciting (life-threatening) adventures (escaping from yet another person dazai angered) he's taken you on?

but then he sees chuuya walking around on his own, and you don't show up again the next day, and now he's sure that something was very wrong. which is why, his first response was to show up at your door. maybe, if you were able to answer the door, you'd be terrified at the sight of dazai with his face pressed up to the window desperate for any sight of you, but as you were now, you were far too exhausted to even receive him, so naturally, after numerous attempts at slamming the doorbell, he let himself in.

the sight of you, so tired and incoherent, surrounded by tissues and water bottles, initially made him let out a huge sigh in relief. you weren't avoiding him! you were just bedridden—wait, was that because he insisted you help him find his wallet in the river the night before? was it his fault you were ill?

after the initial guilt, dazai jumps into action. you, as tired as you were, couldn't provide any more protest apart from a few grumbling words at the sight of dazai rummaging in your home, but he was unbothered, dedicated to his new temporary position as your personal nurse.

dazai wasn't too unfamiliar with runny noses and sore throats. for the most part, he was sure you weren't dying and he was somewhat confident in his ability to nurse you back to health. and surprisingly, you didn't seem too mad at his presence, begrudgingly allowing him to spoonfeed you soup that was far too salty.

honestly, this experience made him a little nostalgic, thinking back to oda taking care of him after their first encounter. but also, you were surprisingly quiet when you were sick, not the same silent anger you normally radiated, but just quiet. he didn't mind it all that much, though, since the first night he stayed over, you were so deliriously ill that he definitely took advantage of your state and asked you all sorts of questions that you'd normally ignore. half your answers didn't really make sense, but they served to be pretty entertaining deciphering games when you were fast asleep and he was bored.

the real fun only started when you started getting better. for one, you looked horrified at the sight of him prancing around in your apron and messing with your kitchen, but because you were able to answer him coherently, it was all the more entertaining. while waiting for your water to boil, dazai would offer to read your journal out loud, sing you a lullaby in the middle of the day, and even dare to ask if a kiss would make you feel better. and then he'd provide commentary on every object in your home.

the ease with which he navigated your home and the familiarity with which he handled your things did send some alarms blaring in your head, but what could you do in your current state?

any attempts at protesting his presence are fruitless. even if you claimed he might get sick from hanging around you, dazai would only laugh.

"i'm not as weak as you," he'd say, "i won't get sick. and if i wasn't here you'd probably be dead by now. besides, if i get sick, guess who'd going to have to come to take care of me?"

somewhere during his response, dazai managed to stick himself closer to you, a hand wiping at your clammy forehead. if at all you seemed to not get better, dazai immediately jumps to threatening you, saying that if you didn't get better, if you died on him, he'd never forgive you, promising to make sure that your ghost will be stuck with him. and that's about the best incentive to get better.

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The Bad Batch x GNReader – Taking Care HC's

The Bad Batch guys taking care of a sick or wounded reader.

Mostly Fluffy

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Echo:

It doesn't matter how you got sick, while he lovingly takes care of you, makes sure your limbs don't get cold by tucking you in, providing you with tea and vitamins, he keeps telling you what you should have done differently to avoid getting sick.

"I always tell you not to go outside with wet hair".

"You don't drink enough"

"Eat more fruit"

"I told you that food you and Wrecker get on the road is bad".

His tone is gentle as he scolds you while replacing the hot water bottle and dabbing the sweat from your forehead. He takes your temperature every few minutes and shakes his head worriedly each time, whether you really have a fever or just a slightly elevated temperature.

Don't you dare get hurt, the principle is about the same. Depending on the severity of your injuries, he'll tend to you himself or with Tech's help. You see the steep, worried crease between his eyebrows as he bandages you up and tells you once again that you need to pay more attention.

"What were you planning to do, anyway?"

"You should never do this without help."

"You need to be more careful."

"Please don't put yourself in danger like that, I can't stand the thought of losing you."

Echo calms down eventually, but not until you are truly healed.

Hunter:

He will speak soothingly to you while staying by your side and you can feel that the soothing words are not just for you, but for him as well. Disease is something he can't fight directly, it's largely out of his control and that worries him. He feels a bit helpless in this situation, but does his best to care for you while not imposing himself.

Hunter keeps you company when you are bedridden and feeling lonely. He gets you a holo-projector, watches movies with you if you want him to. He'll even read to you if you ask him to.

"You sure? I don't know if I'm a good reader"

"I love hearing your voice."

Hunter smirks, flattered. Of course he'll read you anything you want.

If it's about wounds you got in battle or on a mission, he'll reproach himself.

"I should have been more careful"

"I should have been there"

"I shouldn't have let you take part in that mission".

Until you are fully healed, he will keep an eagle eye on you to make sure you rest and don't do anything even remotely dangerous. He always tries to be there when Tech changes your bandages. He'd like to do it himself, but he's too insecure. He has rough field medic skills, like most clones, but he has a hard time with you, he's afraid of hurting you or doing something else wrong, so he'd rather let Tech do it.

Wrecker:

You're lying in bed with a high temperature? Wrecker disappears for a few hours and while you lie there and pout, he comes back. He brings with him a thermos of the best soup you can get for credits on the planet you're on, under his other arm he has a box with a holoprojector and tons of movies. And in his mouth is a single flower he found on the way. He puts the flower in your hair and grins at you. Sets up the projector and pours some of the soup into a bowl for you, it's hot and smells wonderful.

"Don't worry, you'll be back on your feet in no time, you'll see".

Wounds to the body, from accidents or fights he can't take so well. He is close to a nervous breakdown every time he sees injuries on your body. You are the most precious, fragile thing he has in his life, the thought of you being in pain, being hurt, completely devastates him.

He nervously kisses the skin close to the wound, very gently, and says hoarsely, "Oh Mesh'la, little Cyare," close to tears.

When it comes to your well-being, the warm-hearted giant can get very emotional.

He will not leave your side until he is sure that you will get back on your feet. Moreover, he will ask Tech, who is taking care of your wounds, so many questions that even Tech, for the first time, will no longer feel like explaining everything.

Tech:

He knows dozens of home medications and he knows the statistical effectiveness of each one. He will tell you what obscure home remedies and cures he has found in the Holonet while keeping you hydrated and providing vitamins.

" Phlebotomy. Such a nonsensical thing, can you imagine? Delinquent!"

He also insists on washing you, changing your bedding regularly, and that you lie in a well-ventilated but warm environment. He will be very meticulous about this and will probably get on your nerves a bit at some point. But remember, he is doing this out of love, he wants you to get well, to be well taken care of and he is devoted to you, day and night when you need him.

Tech treats wounds very conscientiously. He is unusually quiet while caring for you, highly focused. Tech is very careful to make sure everything is clean and sterile, more so than he usually is, and he quickly loses his patience with any assistant who might be present and not do something as accurately as he would like.

"Not like that! Don't do that, I'll do it myself!" he sharply orders Echo who looks at him startled because he's sure he didn't do anything wrong. And he didn't, Tech is just super tense, after all it's you he's taking care of, the most important person in his life, perfection is not enough.

Crosshair:

The first time you're sick he's a little overwhelmed, actually he likes to tease you and you go along with it in a flirty way, but now he feels guilty if he even thinks about making a mocking remark. You're lying there, looking so pale and helpless, your eyes only half open and you can barely move.

Crosshair flees into the cockpit.

"Tech!"

The person being addressed startles at the unexpected and urgent sound, bumps his head on the console he's working under, and groans.

" Uuch... what's wrong?"

"They are sick! Sick! What the hell am I supposed to do?!"

Tech pauses for a moment, finally rolls his eyes, and puts together a list of things Crosshair could do to ease your situation.

He'll make you tea and keep you company, but he'll hardly talk, because he usually doesn't. Your eyes will meet again and again, silently.

"Can we watch a movie?"

"Yes. Please."

When you are injured in action, he teases you about it, partly to lighten the mood and partly because the whole thing doesn't seem so serious and dangerous to him if he does. He doesn't like to see you hurt at all and that's the only way he can deal with it.

"How can one person be so clumsy?"

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[vickorano]

so, for anyone who's been following me since I started here, or even before, and have been wondering about me...

2013 • traumatizing breakup, bounce back after discovering Markiplier's content

2014 • diagnosed with ADHD, actively freelancing

2015 • pretty good year overall...

2016 • dad diagnosed with Leukemia (AML) in May & almost died from splenic rupture - are air lifted to another hospital & I stay with him until July, living in the cancer ICU waiting room

2017 • stopped freelancing, mental health gets bad - dad had stroke, seizures, partially blind, muscle atrophy, cancer is only briefly in remission

2018 • I get a part time job at grocery store, have daily panic attacks & develop POTS, become mostly bedridden - dad's cancer is deemed terminal

2019 • dad died on Dec 12, at 10:40~10:45pm, I was home alone when it happened. the memory is burned into my brain permanently. I have PTSD.

2020 • have panic attacks & break downs at work, pandemic is brewing in Jan, quit my job in Feb, had another very traumatic breakup, then realize I can't draw anymore... but am able to get out of bed more & spend the summer hiking A LOT...but get COVID-19 in Nov, was sick for 28 days (mom was sick for 2 mos)

2021 • start exposure therapy for my drawing problems, (negative conditioning by trauma while in hospital with dad,) not much hiking anymore, lose a friend, finally find a medication that relieves my chronic anxiety, but long-covid sets in

2022 • I've become pretty much a total sedentary shut-in with declining health. had to go on Medicaid. spent the entire year trying to get a new therapist. long-covid is making POTS worse. nightmares about my dad being sick. multiple mental health crises to the point of feeling suicidal. yet...gradually able to draw again, though literally every aspect of my recovery has been improving at a snails pace. still spending most of my time in bed... trying to figure out how to move on with my life...

that's not everything, but I don't feel like going into too much detail because like I said, I've literally got nightmares. so hey. twitters dying. I'm back. 🫥

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S/o taking care of sick/injured Tabi? 🙃

Here’s a glass of milk because you’re awesome🥛

-Monochrome

My preference is chocolate milk, but regular is nice too. I never really liked strawberry milk they gave us in school though. Enough about the milk though. I'm gonna like do both options but they'll be on the shorter side if I don't go overboard!

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Stitches (Tabi x Reader)

- Tabi almost regularly gets into arguments with people, and while it may sometimes get violent, you knew he could hold his own against just about anyone

- So the scene of him in a puddle of his own blood was terrifying, the 119 call was frantic enough to prove it

- You felt better to see him awake and cursing out a doctor in his hospital room until he saw you

- "Y/N, tell this guy to take the fucking IV out! I'm fine!" "Tabi, you lost a lot of blood. Please just try to relax." "Not you too N/N...."

- He was a little pissed that he had to get stitches, just one more thing left of his body that he could see

"Now Miss Y/N, please make sure that Tabi doesn't move around much for the next few weeks to prevent his stitches from coming loose." "Will do Doc!" "Can we go home now?"

- He's beyond irritated that you keep him from getting up when it was "unnecessary to do so"

- "Y/N, I'm fine, stop babying me." "I'm not, I'm just following the doctor's orders. I can't have your stitches coming loose." "I can deal with that by myself-" "No. Now please just lay back down and take it easy." "Y/N, this isn't fair." "Neither was the fight you got yourself in."

- You're very careful about touching him, and he can appreciate that

- "This hurts like hell." "Just let me take care of you then, it won't hurt as much if you stop moving." "How am I going to be able to pull you in for a surprise hug then?" "I can just lay down in bed with you if you ask nicely Tabi." "........Please?" "Alright."

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Seasonal Sickness (Tabi x Reader)

- You knew that every year, Tabi had become sick, and only thought about as it as a seasonal sickness

- "I get sick every year around the same time. It's really annoying." "Hm...Does anyone ever take care of you?" "No, I can usually take care of myself pretty well."

- And that was that, until he fell bedridden a few days ago

- Now you've been catering to his needs, despite his protesting

- "I can take care of myself..!" "Tabi, you just fell out of bed 2 hours ago. Please just let me help you..." "Grrr....Fine! Just let me keep my pride won't you?" "Of course. I won't tell a soul."

- You mostly were picking him up when he falls, cooking for him, and getting things for him when he felt too weak to get up

- You had tried to cuddle up to him to make him feel better, but he insisted that you don't

- "I don't want to get you sick too Y/N." "Looking after me huh?" "That's my job. One of them at least."

- Still had to fight him to get him to take medicine because of the taste, you ended up having to bribe him