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[chronicillnesshumor]

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[lesbianjudasiscariot]

getting sick as a 😷 is so embarrassing

[specialgradefckr]

it's been two days, and nerd!gojo is nowhere to be found.

as his one and only bully, you can't help but be worried.

did he get hurt when you shoved him in the locker that one time? did he get sick when you made him eat out of the trash?

weak nerd with his weak ass immune system. you should've been feeding him more dirt.

more importantly, what if you get in trouble for his skinny, frail, weak ass?

not on your watch.

you tell the teacher that you'll deliver gojo's homework to him, which she completely believes for some reason ("oh, how sweet! you two are always together") and she gives you his home address, too, with a wink.

weird, but whatever.

when you get to his house you want to beat his worthless ass all over again. ugh. of course gojo lives in a beautiful, massive house in a super upscale neighborhood you're sort of embarrassed to be seen in.

you think about your clothes, second-hand, not quite fitted right. your worn but comfy shoes. just... ugh.

but there's an intercom, and after you say your name, school, and class that you're delivering gojo's schoolwork for, the door gate opens.

when you get in, it's immediately obvious which room is gojo's - he's got an asuka poster on his door. it's completely out of place in the modern, sleek decor. only gojo could be so tacky.

you don't waste any time striding up there, throwing open the door and glaring at the pitiful wet paper towel of a boy on the bed.

and, well... he is sick, of that you have no doubt.

laying back in bed, half-propped up on pillows. his pale skin looks even paler with the dark circles around his eyes, his red nose, a pile of crumbled up tissues on either side of him.

there's a dampness on his shirt, a graphic tee, and an empty water bottle at his bedside.

"you look like shit," you say, shutting the door behind you and setting his papers on the table.

gojo half-laughs, but mostly it just comes out as a cough.

"no, it's just the flu. been going around. i think i got it from the housekeeper, actually, she took some time off recently."

a housekeeper? fucking gross. you hope he dies. rich people. ugh.

but you can't help but notice. there's no more water, plus you can't see any food around here. and gojo looks absolutely miserable.

you've only been sick once when you were a kid, but it wasn't so bad. things were different back then, though.

"well, since i'm here." you plop the homework in front of him, generously allowing him your pen, "get to work."

he's staring, blankly, at the sheet. eyes scrunching as if in consternation.

before he can insist that you need to work on it together, you stride out of the room.

a faint "wait!" sounds behind you as you shut the door, but you don't mind it.

it's a quick trip to the kitchen. you spend a couple minutes searching through cabinets full of wine glasses (wine glasses? seriously, in his home kitchen?) until you find a cup.

you fill it with water, and then, in a fit of generosity, you fill up a second cup for gojo. let it never be said that you hit a man while he was down.

somehow, when you come back up, gojo is still contemplating the homework sheet as if it held the secrets of the universe.

"hello?" you say out loud. gojo blinks, looking over at you with that blank, dopey expression.

"did you get anything at all done?" there's nothing on the paper. "drama queen."

"ah," gojo says, sniffling, eyes wincing shut, "sorry, it's hard to concentrate... i have a raging headache."

absolutely useless. you set the water down beside him, but gojo slumps back against the pillows.

he looks up at you with big, blue, pleading eyes.

"can't reach... help me?" his voice is high, his expression utterly pitiful. like some kicked puppy.

maybe it's because his throat actually does sound pretty raw. his hair is even more unkempt than usual, in a greasy, scraggly way, his tired eyes and miserable expression squeezing a drop of undeserved sympathy out of your stony heart.

mostly it's because you want him to do your homework that you begrudgingly hold up the water to his mouth and tip it carefully for him to drink.

"what," you grouse, "mommy and daddy not here to coddle you?"

gojo takes a long gulp, swallowing heavily, and letting out an exaggerated ah~ afterwards.

"the housekeeper does that," he says, shifting against the pillows to get comfortable, "but she's not here. i really was dying before you arrived. you saved me," he crows, somehow proud of his utter display of weakness and ineptitude.

you stare at his legs pointedly. "do you have a cold and leprosy? at least go get yourself some medicine."

the puppy dog eyes, again, "i tried! but i got lightheaded and dizzy! it's in the bathroom cupboard, the one closest to my room, pleeeeease-"

"what, now i'm your errand girl?" you snap, already standing up.

something flashes in gojo's eyes, and he keels forward, lurching to grab you by the hand.

"wait, wait! i didn't mean it like that, please don't leave!"

the tone in his voice sends a pang through your chest.

"...i have to leave to get the medicine," your voice comes out awkward, like something's stuck in your throat. "idiot."

gojo's so easy to read, relief on his face clear as day. "oh! okay! we can - we can order delivery, too! my treat! you just have to pick it up for me!"

"i get to choose the restaurant," you grumble, and gojo's already on his phone.

it's a pretty good deal. even though you'll have to endure his presence for a while. and do your own homework without help.

but whatever. it's not like you couldn't do it yourself. you just didn't want to, and it was better having gojo check your answers.

there's just... something weird about this.

"gojo," you ask, hesitant. "i told the intercom i had your homework for you and it let me in. are your parents home?"

he shrugs, "oh yeah, probably."

then why aren't they helping, you want to say - for once in your life, you stop yourself.

why aren't they helping their precious perfect son? what, do they think he's a loser as much as you do?

the thought prickles inside you, uncomfortable, unwelcome. you try to brush it aside. it's none of your business.

maybe gojo's parents find him as unbearable as you do -

even that thought seems a bit too harsh. he's not actually that annoying.

your walk to the bathroom is uneventful. you don't run into anyone, but you do see it - a light under a door at the end of the hallway.

"...if he needs to go to the hospital... no, he won't, a classmate came by with his schoolwork."

the voice is distant, faint. unconcerned.

"...so they want to meet tomorrow night? i'll have to get the reports ready..."

what a drama queen. even his own parents aren't worried about him.

you ignore the bad taste in your mouth as you re-enter gojo's room, where he's looks far too chipper for a sick person.

satoru smiles at you, quickly maneuvering his phone underneath his blanket.

getowo: stop crying, you big baby, i'm on my way over. satoruwu: nvm!!! dont come satoruwu: youll never guess who came to nurse me back to health getowo: so you're hallucinating satoruwu: im not! my bully does house calls <3 we're gonna eat together hehe~ getowo: i'll be there in ten. satoruwu: I TOLD U DONT COME

"gojo?" he drops the phone in his lap, internally cursing.

"yeah?" satoru slumps back, sniffing again, giving you his best pathetic face.

you roll your eyes, "I got your stuff. what did you order?" actually, you don't care. "i want pizza."

"i know this place that makes the best soup," satoru pulls his phone right back out again, "i can get you pizza, too, what kind?"

when you tell him your favorite, he tells you his.

"why are you telling me this? i thought you wanted soup?"

"yeah, but now you know what my favorite is~ we should order some for one of our study dates. we can do halvsies! actually, your fave sounds good-"

you cut him off (so decisive! super hot of you) and tell him to just put in the order. he puts the pizza idea in his notes app, just in case.

"help me take the medicine?" satoru says, half-hopeful, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"if you can order delivery, you can drink some water," you say, setting your homework on his desk on the other side of the room.

it's way too high, which makes sense, for his freakishly long limbs -

"oh, it's height adjustable! there's a button, you can lower it!"

you take in his words, leaning back, and you see it. there's an electric whirr as the table falls down. "huh." neat.

"nifty, right!" satoru coughs extra pitifully, "do you think you could help me out? just for a minute?"

you ignore him. it's so obvious he doesn't actually need your help. why is he even asking? it would be faster to do it himself.

whatever. he'll do it when he wants to.

you snatch one of his pens and start working.

it's silent for a bit, the sound of pen scratching against paper filling the air. a little sniffle from the far corner interrupting you.

"...please?" his voice sounds terribly small.

you take a deep, sharp breath. then you stand up and walk over to him.

just to shut him up, obviously. he's so whiney.

only, when you sit down next to him with the cup of water and the pills, his big blue eyes gazing up at you while he gives you a weak smile, that assessment feels a little... mean.

whatever. so you feel a little sorry for him. fine, he's sick. and he's playing it up, too, although his skin does feel a bit feverish when you touch it.

you press the back of your hand - chilled from holding the water glass for him - against his forehead, and gojo sighs in relief, slumping back into the pillow.

he really should be sleeping. he probably needs a shower and a change of clothes, but you're not sticking around for that, and if he needs your help taking meds, he'll need your help with the soup, too.

absently, you run your fingers through his hair. it's so white. and soft, but you can feel some dampness from the fever.

gojo's eyes flutter shut, and he gives out a gentle sigh.

he's quiet for a moment, and you almost think he's falling asleep.

"...can we watch neon genesis evangelion? i have the latest movie."

naturally, his room has a giant flatscreen in it. it's not that messy, either, but you attribute that to the housekeeper.

you roll your eyes, "god, you and your freaky anime. fine, whatever you want."

he's eager, then, lighting up at your words. it's such a weird look on him, all exhausted and sick but still happy.

"we can start from the first one, so you know what's going on!" gojo babbles, "i bet you'll love asuka. she's just like you - "

your cheeks flush, "it's fine! we can just watch your latest movie. i don't need a whole marathon."

you'd looked it up in your free time, just to see what gojo's rambling was about. and maybe you'd gone through some of it online. just to know how bad his taste was.

it's not a bad night, though.

maybe you don't get your homework done - you'll have to get to it tomorrow - but you sit there, next to gojo, on his super comfy (probably super expensive) bed.

the soup arrives before the pizza. you're hungry, and you take great pleasure in blowing on the spoon, pretending to guide it into gojo's mouth, then diverting it to yours at the last moment.

but you're generous enough to feed him, after. it's all with the movies playing in the background.

gojo started with the first evangelion movie, but you're not about to give away that you know.

he likes to narrate over it, and it's fun telling him all the reasons why his takes are wrong. but you have to tell him to shut up once his voice grows hoarse.

then the pizza comes. he looks at you so sadly whenever you head to the door. like a dog watching its owner go to work. ugh.

so maybe... you lose track of time it's a comfy bed, comfy pillows, nice soft blankets once you clean up all his used tissues and the takeaway boxes.

definitely no funny business or anything. you wouldn't be this close to him if he weren't deathly sick.

he says he's deathly sick. maybe this feels like dying for a crybaby like him, you don't know.

but you know, briefly, with your shoulder pressed into his; you're tired. you ate way too much pizza. it's warm in here, safe - gojo is a wet paper towel most days, and today, he's a used tissue, totally unthreatening.

so if you lose track of time and fall asleep... well. nobody will care anyways.

when satoru wakes up, he has to admit - he feels a lot better.

last night was pretty great, even if he'd been sick. it was like a dream! he got to spend all that time with you! just relaxing and watching shows and being hand-fed!

and you even got him water and medicine! and you helped him eat!

it was a while before suguru got out of school, and this night was worse than last night. with the housekeeper gone, he could barely get up for water or food.

even suguru wouldn't have been able to stick around. he hadn't been looking forward to spending the night sick and miserable and all alone in his bed, body full of aches and pains and hunger.

but you saved him! you even stayed the night - heheh. in a way, you basically slept with him, right?

suguru might not ever believe it, but satoru knows. you're really warming up to him. you actually like him, deep down -

when he looks around, though, you're already gone.

[theorphicangel]

"what happened to having a strong immune system?"

Those were the words which left your partner's lips as he handed you a hot steaming cup of lemon tea with honey. Suguru places the cup into your hands, a gentle murmur to be cautious of its heat.

Instantly, your palms feel like they are on fire and you place the cup on your lap. The rising steam and scent of lemon soothes you, the cure to your current fever.

The previous day you had symptoms which you merely brushed off with a shrug, stating that you were fine. Yet when Suguru opened his eyes this morning he saw that you were nothing but fine, shivering and sniffling with an array of tissues.

"I misjudged myself, it's a fluke I'm sure." you hum, thanking Suguru for the drink.

"I'm sure too..." Dressed in casual sweatpants and his favourite white tee, throughout the day Suguru had been accommodating your needs. Every hour at least, he checks up on you: airing out the room, providing you with more pillows and blankets, refilling your water and giving you snacks you can stomach.

He places a small kiss on your forehead, a little sticky and sweaty from your fever.

You let out an immediate groan at his action. "Don't come near me, I'll get you sick too."

"Don't worry," he teases with the very smile which you recognise from the very first day that the two of you had met. "My immune system is pretty strong."

[newvegascowboy]

I know the popular headcanon is that vault dwellers have weak immune systems but honestly. I feel like the cure is iust one (1) stimpak manufactured in some wastelander's shed using some old surgical tubing and a rusty needle. You're shooting a pressurized pound of blood, stem cells, iron, and vitamins directly into the bullet hole you just got, i guaran-fucking-tee you it's gonna inoculate you against the Wasteland sniffles. Sure you'll feel like you got hit by a canon ball for a couple days, but like. You won't get whatever brain melting virus passes for the flu up there.

[catscidr]

hiiiii omg your childe fic was SO. CUTE. 😭😭🩷🩷🩷 sooooo could I request a scenario where alhaitham and reader are roommates???? romantic tension is real 🤭 imagine the lingering stares at his body (muscles) and getting caught ??? you cooking for him?? falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch?? helping him fix his tie for work???? he's so cute i am absolutely deranged i am so sorry ☺️☺️☺️ dating but not dating fr

i made this into a drabble-y format because i wanted to write things inspired by ur ideas without the story dragging on or being repetitive ueagdhfgs i GET the al haitham brainrot he’s so. aa. if i ever say no to romanticizing mundane life call the fire dept because that is Not me. also never apologize for being feral over a fictional man...... no one is immune to hot 2d men ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, domestic life shenanigans, reader ogles his muscles bc Yeah, lowkey crack a little bit includes: gn!reader, alhaitham, lowkey modern au sorta kindof maybe wc: 1,3k

Living with Alhaitham is easy. Living with your feelings for him, however, is not. At first you thought you would simply get flustered by him because he looked intimidating and because you didn’t know him all that well- you were just a little scared of him and the way your heart raced around him was because of your body panicking. Surely. But, the more time went on and you got to know him, slowly but surely, he came out of his shell and your schedules began to merge to allow yourselves to easily (metaphorically) dance around the other, a seamless waltz that you perfected to a tee. And, to no one's surprise, you weren't perpetually flustered because of how scary he could look.

-ˋˏ his and your chores

Cleaning up after yourself when you live with someone is imperative; when you live alone you can let yourself go a little, but when you share a living space with someone it’s only courteous to keep your shared space clean of any messes. 

You and Alhaitham had agreed that you’d share chores. Most of the time, when you were on picking-up-the-trash duty you wouldn’t need to do too much since he would have emptied out his own trashcan in the communal bin, and the same thing applied to him when it was his turn to maintain your shared bathroom clean since you’d do your best to keep it as clean as possible. However, one of the things you didn’t realize would affect you so much was when you had agreed to this “system” was when you’d see him do the dishes for the first time. 

Something as banal as your roommate standing over the kitchen sink, sleeveless shirt exposing his muscles as he scrubbed the plates you had both used to eat dinner. Was it the water that would occasionally splash on him, making his black tank look even the slightest bit sheer and making you stare shamelessly, drinking in the sight? Was it his small scowl whenever he touched soggy bits of food in the sink? (making you wish he was scowling at you in a strange desire to have his attention even if it was as a result of a bad thing)

...it was probably because, when he was doing the dishes, you realized he always had his headphones in, and it allowed you to stare at him all you wanted when he wasn’t facing you because he was so focused on his task. 

He caught you staring once, but you managed to convince him that it wasn't what it looked like (it was) 

-ˋˏ coming back from the gym 

Alhaitham went to the gym often, that much you could guess from his build. No one had biceps that thick from genes alone- you got to confirm your guess when you (literally) ran into him when he was coming back from the gym in the middle of the night. He promptly apologized (with an expressionless face) and explained that the gym was much quieter at 3am when you asked him why in the Seven he was at the gym so late. Though the flat was dark, you could still see the faint outline of his body from the small bits of moonlight shining through... somewhere. Peeling your eyes away from him you make your way to the fridge to do what you had come out of your room for- that good cold, mid-night glass of water. 

His eyes followed your sluggish figure, scoffing amusedly. With only a few steps, he catches up to you and grabs the glass from your hands, chugging it. Some water dribbles down the side of his mouth down his chin and you do nothing but gawk at him, emotions a mess. 

Should you be mad he so rudely took your glass of water? Or should you be grateful you could see how body properly, illuminated by the fridge light? One thing you knew for sure, you were going to need to grab a new glass of water since he stole yours. 

-ˋˏ making food

With your chores separated, there was one thing you had agreed to do on your own- that being anything regarding lunch and dinner. Breakfast was easy enough; you’d eat a normal portion of a normal breakfast while Al Haitham would eat almost twice as much as you because of his workout routine (he had explained how he had to bulk and offered to pay for the extra groceries) so you often ate the same thing since it was more convenient. 

Lunch was different. Sometimes you had places to be (whether it be work or class) and you wouldn’t be there to eat lunch, vice versa. The same thing applied to dinner. So, when you both were at the apartment at the same time for a meal that wasn’t breakfast, you’d make food for the other- but only occasionally. Basically, only when you felt like it. 

The first time he cooked you dinner he made a hearty soup that, by taking one glance at it, made your mouth water. You insisted that he make more to keep as leftovers so you could bring some to eat when you had time between classes, but he refused, saying that it was best fresh. 

So, he made you dinner more often. Every time he did you felt your heart clench at the domestic sight; Alhaitham in a corny, pink and frilly apron with his sleeves rolled up, carefully chopping up vegetables and tossing spices in the pot. 

One time he accidentally cut his finger and you rushed to his side to help. You held his hand under the running water of the sink and had to force your brain to act normally- it was hard not to let it wander when you kept focusing on the feeling of his hand in yours. 

A different time, he made you taste the broth by holding the spoon up to your mouth. The proximity nearly killed you. 

-ˋˏ convincing him to play games together 

Your roommate spent most of his time being productive, unlike you. Most of the time. 

You offered to play games together every so often when you had first moved in. His answer was a polite no (but still equally gut-wrenching and embarrassing to be on the receiving end of) and you gave up for a while. It couldn’t be that bad to have a beefy, intimidating roommate you barely knew, right? It was fine if you stayed strangers and just... respected the other person’s space. Probably. 

But eventually, your relationship changed from strangers to roommates to acquainted roommates. It was then that, when he saw you on your laptop in the living room, playing the role of Player 1 and Player 2 to solve puzzles, that he thought maybe he should just... play something with you. He told himself that he just felt bad for you, but part of him was actually interested in what you were playing. 

He sat next to you, startling you from the sudden shift on the sofa. 

“Is your offer still on the table?” he asked with an amused smirk, watching the character on your screen fall into poison. With a bashful smile you nod, placing the laptop closer to him so it could rest on your right thigh and his left thigh. 

Explaining the rules of the game was easy enough; you’re fireboy and he’s watergirl, each of you have to go through your own door to clear the level and to get to those doors you have to solve puzzles with the other one’s help. Needless to say, you both learned a lot from each other.  

You didn’t know your silver haired, perpetually calm roommate could raise his voice and he didn’t know you had such a wide, extensive vocabulary. 

[darkmaga-returns]

The jabs were forced on billions, but now the truth is clawing its way out—and it’s a nightmare. World leading experts like Dr. Patrick Soon-Shiong, a billionaire cancer drug expert, are sounding the alarm.

He says the virus itself trashes your immune system, leaving it weak for years. Then the mRNA shots? They flip the switch off on your body’s ability to fight inflammation.

It’s a vicious loop—a perfect circle—teeing up aggressive cancers that are exploding worldwide, fast and feral, and behaving in aggressive and unpredictable ways the experts have never seen before.

With 5 billion doses in arms, the experts are losing sleep, and they’re spilling secrets Big Pharma wants buried. Stay with us—this is going to blow your mind.

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Dr. Patrick Soon-Shiong, a world-class oncologist and billionaire cancer drug researcher, sat down with Tucker Carlson and unleashed a string of bombshells that’s got Big Pharma sweating bullets.

He’s calling it the biggest health crisis humanity’s ever faced.

The vaccinated? They’re staring down a depopulation disaster, thanks to what Dr. Soon-Shiong calls a ‘perfect circle’—the virus shredding immune systems for years, then the mRNA jabs flipping off the body’s ability to fight inflammation.

The payoff? Cancer, aggressive and unstoppable.

Ever wonder why the elite forced people who had already had the virus to get vaccinated against it anyway? The answer is coming up, and it’s darker than any of us thought possible.

[misc-obeyme]

simeon having had exposure to small pox in a way that it exists in his system but as an angel his immune system never paid it any mind then he turns human and mc has to pull up to the doctors office w him asap like 'hey yknow that vaccine we havent really had to use in decades since the disease was eradicated? yeah break that bad boy out. also we need appointments for everything else' and when the doctors are like 'why is this grown man not vaccinated against anything and also how is he still alive????' mc gets to go 'whackjob asshole father' (in this house we talk shit about om god)

Yessssss because OM god is the WORST and I am ALWAYS good with shit talking that guy.

Ahhh poor Simeon, I imagine him being his usual calm and smiling self while on the inside he's freaking out like am I gonna die!?

Meanwhile, MC is trying to figure out what to put on his new patient paperwork. They're gonna have to come up with a believable year for his birthday on the spot. And I suppose they could just say he has no history of illness in his family at all, which would technically be true? MC's like okay no medications, pretty sure Simeon doesn't smoke, uh... and then they'd have to ask. Hey Simeon, are you sexually active? I gotta know for the papers.

And Simeon's just like excuse you?? (Unless MC already knows the answer to this question tee hee...)

Do they even make the small pox vaccine anymore?? I have no idea, to be honest with you. Gonna need a TDAP and whatever they call the ones for measles & mumps... the dr's like... uhhh does he want the COVID vaccine too? Simeon's not going to understand the political nonsense behind that question, so he just goes with whatever MC suggests. Do they still do the polio vaccine?? I'm not sure about that one, either, but he might need that, too.

I think there may be some time in between things like I think TDAP has two shots? He might have to go back for a second round on some of them. I don't know if you can even get them all at once. Also if he's already got the diseases would it be too late?? I really don't know lol.

I like to think that he managed to survive, even if it was a trial by fire, through the help of MC and the miracle of modern medicine. What a way to welcome him to his new human life!

[lupusbadass]

Lupus

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[chronicillnesshumor]

My Immune System Got Run Over By A Reindeer Hoodie

On Etsy as shirts and mug [ https://www.etsy.com/shop/ChronicIllnessTees?ref=dashboard-header&search_query=reindeer ]

[ginger-grimm]

🐼 + Tee? <3

Thank you, @rose-of-oz! Also tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs!

Would they consider going onto a game/talent show on TV? If so, which one have they always had in mind?: I don't think he would go one one. He would find it too tedious and he's not the greatest of team players.

Have they ever done something stupid to try and impress someone?: Probably. He likes to think he's above it and too smart but Greer makes him go cookoo and he's probably tried a trick shot or spell for her that wiped him out.

Something they collect: Old spell books

Their theme song: No Surprises by Radiohead

If they get sick easily or not: No, not really. His immune system is strengthened through his magic and he's a homebody so he's usually fine.

Their go-to destination for a day trip: Going to the skating ramp or playing Pokémon in a field in the sun with a friend.

If they've ever worked a summer job, what was it?: He has never worked one. His mother liked to keep him hidden in his childhood.

Last year's Halloween costume: He went as Pickachu (it was the first time he dressed up for Halloween, or rather the first time he had the opportunity)

Their go-to flavor for anything: Gingerbread

Is there one thing they always manage to break, no matter what? What is it?: Skateboards

[dearhartselfships]

i already got cool birthday presents and i don't even have them all yet i love my epic baka life (i talk about them and also get gushy about my irl husband under the readmore.)

so far I've got this adorable crochet turtle from my cousin (thanks again!) money from my mom and like. my husband.

he goes CRAZY HARD with presents. (and he encourages my Fixations.) so like in addition to a nice dinner and movie, he's gotten me: a comprehensive summary every x-men comic (it stops in the early 90s, before the Dark Times.) a nifty record shelf where i can put all my records and my record player. (and he got his camera gear out of my craft room so i can sew/use the Good Tablet again!) a sickass official records for X-Men 97 (they're translucent red and blue!!! i wanna eat them!!!) one of those screencrush t-shirts (look i am not immune to graphic tees) and apparently there's more coming??? and he has something fun planned for sunday???? and it's like... idk we started dating when I was like. 14. And now I'm 28. This year he'll officially be in my like for longer than he hasn't and... idk I'm just feeling sappy about it. and honestly I'm feeling sappy in general. i've got awesome friends and family, i'm going back to work next month and i've got an incredible support system.

[topazshadowwolf]

Fuzzynight- sickfic. Can they get sick??

Can you get a sickfic? Oh yes, you can! And if you want a follow-up to this that may occur if someone asks nicely. BTW, this occurs before the hurt-comfort that is the Lyra hurt one. And part of what I consider is the "Main FuzzyNight Story."

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The corruption that surrounded him felt cold. It always was cool, but right now, he was cold to the point that he would occasionally shiver. His skull ached, and the magic within him was “off,” causing a wet cough that rattled in his chest.

How miserable.

When was the last time he was sick?

With everything going on, he allowed himself to get worn down. The week leading up to now, he had not slept in preparation for this week, only to have all of it derailed. First, Error injured Killer and Dust; then, Horror became sick the next day. No matter how much Nightmare emphasized that he didn’t want Cross to try to do too much to help on his own, the youngest skeleton didn’t listen. Cross then got hurt trying to solo a supply run for Nightmare while the guardian had his hands full.

The boys were all well now, but Nightmare had overdone it and must have picked up some kind of bug while shopping for supplies. All the stress and poor sleep left his immune system weak to such an attack. However, he didn’t have time to be sick, so he shuffled his way to his office instead of lying in bed. The boys protested him being up and out of bed, but he was immortal. This wasn’t the first time some virus or bacteria decided to attack him. They can’t kill him. In the end, his superior immune system will always win.

It was starting to hurt to cough, and he couldn’t prevent himself from doing so. He was in the middle of a document when he kept coughing until it made him throw up in his trashcan. What a rancid taste it left behind.

For a moment, he pitied mortals and their weaker immunities.

He tied the bag and used a portal to toss the offensive garbage into the pile. Sitting back in his chair, he sighed… he now felt hot… or cold? Both? He wasn’t entirely sure anymore. There was still too much to do…

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Everything in her home shook as a rumbling passed through. He was angrier than usual. All this past week into this one, nothing she could do would calm him. Normally, tricking him into believing he killed her does the trick for a while. But currently, that is not the case.

His hatred of her permeated every inch of this shattered world. His anger was thick in the air, keeping her fur on end. It didn’t require being an empath to feel. Like walking into a room with others tense with your presence, her home was far from welcoming. That feeling of not belonging in her own home was nagging at her.

What use was she now, anyway?

She was too much of a coward to save her home. Too much of a coward to save him. Everything wrong in her life was because she hid away. She thought she was doing the right thing. That she was brave. But the truth was far harsher than the lies she chose to believe.

The facts are that she was not needed. Nightmare sought peace on his own. Balance wasn’t required for that. Error and Ink will likely find their balance as well. So, what was she other than a useless guardian?

No one needed her…

Lyra was startled as a song started playing. What was that? Her side was buzzing too. Reaching into the pocket in her dress, she pulled out her cell phone. She forgot Nightmare gave her this as she rarely used it or received a call. 

The number she did not know, but she dared to answer.

“Hello?”

“lyra!” Replied a familiar voice. “it’s me, killer.”

“Hello, Killer! I should add you to my contact list,” She said with a smile.

“sure, but later. we’ve gotta emergency going on here. hey, bee tee dub, did boss call you recently?” Killer asked.

“No, why? Is he alright?” She stood up, ready to leave if needed.

“okay, long story short,” Killer said before taking a deep breath, “all four of us were out of commission for the week and mister-i-can-handle-this-on-my-own clearly tried to do everything by himself and is now coughing up his nonexistent lungs but refusing to go back to bed,” Killer said quickly then took a gasp of air as Lyra sighed.

“I will be right there,” Lyra replied as she focused on a portal to Nightmare’s castle. The earth trembled again. He was closer this time, and she could hear the bellowing roar more clearly.

“whoa, what was that? you okay? need us to come help you first?” Killer asked.

“No, it… I will handle this later,” She replied as calmly as she could.

“uh huh… you and Nightmare, always trying to do everything on your own. news flash for ya,  lady! you got him and us in your corner, along with dream and his buddies. we need ya, okay? so, if you need some help now and then or even every day, just say so. capeesh?” There was a heavy sigh, “i mean, nighty’s sick from doing all this stuff on his own, and i didn’t even know you immortal types could ever get sick.”

Killer then burst into a mass of giggles, “pfft, i sound like boss lecturing you. see ya when you get here! oh! hang on, dust wants to say something.”

“i’m going to prank call dream and core ‘til you get here,” Dust said flatly.

“that sounds fun,” she heard Horror’s grumbling voice say in the background.

“No, don’t do that,” Lyra stated worriedly.

“hey, my blaster has gotten better at balancing stuff on her nose. bet she could balance that vase in the hall,” Killer giggled.

“and i’m going to invite epic over!” Cross announced loudly.

“no, you’re not!” “grab him!” “we don’t need him here.”

There was a clatter as the phone hit the floor, and she could hear Cross hollering for help. Lyra sighed heavily while trying not to laugh. “Boys!” She called, trying to regain control.

“sorry, lyra, you’re not here to stop us,” Dust said, and just as he was hanging up, she heard him add, “i got the duct tape.”

She will need to take care of that chaos first, then tend to Nightmare. 

Once again, she started to focus on her magic. She has done this several times before, but it was always tricky. She needed to open a portal through her own barrier that led into Nightmare’s realm and through his barrier. Thankfully she knows where his home is and how it feels, so her magic, searching for his home, can locate it.

It was like an extension of herself, stretching out and touching the dome of magic over his world. At first, there was a sharp shock, a warning. This was his home! He will defend it from all threats! Then his magic recognized hers, and she felt a warm, welcomed feeling as it allowed her magic to pass and build a pathway for her to walk through.

She walked through the portal to a place that felt more like home than the place she was born. With a sigh, she looked around. A muffled sound caught her attention, and she spotted Cross looking at her with pleading eyelights as he was duct taped to the wall—the poor dear. 

“I could leave you here. At least I would know you weren’t causing trouble,” She said as she put her hands on her hips. Cross’ eyelights wobbled a little, and she sighed, “Enough with the puppy eyes. I am getting you down.”

She extended her claws, which made cutting the tape easy, and she lowered the youngest of the four troublemakers down. He got the tape off his mouth as she grabbed him by the hood to drag him along. “Come along; we are finding your older brothers. You are all in deep trouble.”

“awww, lyra, i didn’t even do anything,” Cross whined but quickly became silent as Lyra shot him a glare.

“Threatening the peace of your ‘employers’ home is bad enough,” She stated.

Cross grumbled but didn’t argue further as Lyra dragged him beside her. Horror and Dust were the next two that were easy to find. They had hidden away in the music room, but Dust’s voice saying, “well, you better go catch it,” alerted her to them being there. Both started laughing right away.

“i can’t believe he fell for that!” Horror said between wheezy chuckles.

“n-neither can i!” Dust replied in near-hysterical laughter. It reached a point that, as Lyra walked in, he flopped over on his back from laughing so hard.

She released Cross and walked over to the distracted, laughing skeletons and grabbed them both by the back of their hoodies and pulled them to their feet… or well, she had to lower Dust back down a bit to get him on his feet. 

“Who did you just trick?” She asked sternly.

“dream didn’t answer; it was ink,” Horror said.

“i won’t apologize; he deserved it,” Dust replied with a cheeky grin.

“If you two had ears, I would be leading you by them,” she huffed before dragging them with her. “Follow along, Cross. My lack of free hands does not diminish the trouble you are in, and sneaking off will only multiply it.”

“you’re not my mom,” Horror replied jokingly.

“Hush. I may not be your mother, but I am certainly the only one here that remembers how to behave like an adult,” She replied.

As she rounded the corner, she spotted Killer with his oversized blaster. Sure enough, there was a vase on the animalistic skull’s snout. It was balancing perfectly, that is, until the blaster spotted her. Distracted, the blaster let out a mix of a bark and growl before floating closer, purring and chuffing away. The vase tipped off the snout, but Killer, thankfully, caught it.

“hurray! parental supervision has arrived!” He chirped.

“You are nearly 26, according to your monster equivalent age. As the leader of this group, you should be acting as such,” Lyra said as she moved Dust over to hold both Horror and Dust’s hoods in the same paw. With her free hand, she petted the blaster. “Your owner is such trouble, is he not?”

“speaking of trouble, you going to see dad now? give him a kiss and make him feel all better?” Killer asked with a grin.

“kisses are for ‘boo-boos, not illnesses, everyone knows that. tucking him in and giving hugs are better for illnesses,” Horror corrected.

“Oh, behave, the lot of you. Yes, I will attend to Nightmare, and I will do what seems most appropriate for his care,” She said. Lyra then stood taller and gave all four a sharp glare. “I will also be respected and in command until Nightmare is at full health. Since you four have proven you can not be trusted with such responsibility.”

The four glanced at each other, grinning before, in unison, they replied, “yes, mom.”

“I said enough.” With another sigh, Lyra shook her head and made her way to Nightmare’s office. She didn’t need the boys to tell her where he was. It was one of two places, his office or the library. Even then, she was sure he would just retire to his bed if he was tired and didn’t feel well unless he was determined to do work. Knowing this made the library, where he leisurely read, also unlikely. Coughing heard on the other side of the office door confirmed her suspicion.

She didn’t knock this time and opened the door and walked in. “Moonbeam, you need to go to bed,” She said as she approached his desk. Nightmare looked up at her with a tired eyelight and then down at what he was working on.

“I would like to,” He croaked out with a hoarse voice, “But I am far behind on this work.”

With that, Lyra rolled up her sleeves, “Alright, you leave me no choice.”

“Hmmm?” He replied as he looked back up at her. She walked around the desk and started to pick him up. Nightmare naturally protested, but she ignored it as she hugged him close. Sure enough, his fight to squirm free died down.

“I have already scolded your boys for their disobedience. It stands to reason I would have to have the mental fortitude also to scold the father,” She teased.

“What were they doing when you arrived?” He groaned as he relaxed in her arms.

“Oh, no, it started before then. Did you fail to notice they took your phone? Or perhaps you left it somewhere?” She inquired and watched as he started to check his pockets, then winced as he noticed he didn’t have his cell phone. “Ah, yes, they called me, worried about their beloved father figure. Then they proceeded to tape Cross to the wall, again, because he was going to invite Epic over. Horror and Dust slipped off to make prank calls with the numbers on your phone while Killer put your valuables in harm's way.”

“Oh geez,” Nightmare covered his face with his hands then covered his mouth as a series of coughs began.

“You poor thing…,” She gave him a sympathetic look before focusing ahead of her again. Her eyes narrowed in thought about what Killer had said to her. “Nightstar, we need to make a deal with each other… I know it will be hard for both of us, but we need to be more open with each other and turn to each other more often. I… will do so soon. But please, promise me you will call me if you need my help. We… are not alone anymore.”

Nightmare frowned momentarily, then closed his eye, “I will. For your sake as well as my own.”

She opened his bedroom door, the grand room meant for a king. As she passed the fireplace, she used her magic to light it, then walked over to his bed to set him on it after pulling back the covers. “I can feel a fever through your corruption… I know sickness can not kill us, but you should not worry your boys over your health like this.”

“I haven’t been sick in well over a hundred years. I forgot what it felt like,” Nightmare mused as she helped him remove his hoodie. He kicked off his slippers and then reclined. “I will rest for a while, but that work-”

“Will be something I will handle. I have assisted you enough in that office to know what to do. I will also ensure peace within your home as anarchy was about to reign. You will focus on getting better,” She instructed as she hung his hoodie up and set the slippers to the side. She tucked him in and smiled down at him. “Now, so many times you have read to me, allow me to show you such kindness until you are ready to sleep. I will bring by a soup once I have it made, along with a drink to help soothe your magic.”

Placing her hand on the side of his head, she petted his cheekbone with her thumb. She was about to reach for his book, but he soon fell asleep, exhaustion taking over. And no surprise, he was very sick. He likely would have fallen asleep in his office had she not interfered. That would have been some help, but it would not have been the restful sleep he really needed. She stayed by him, unwilling to leave him for the time being.

That is when her phone started to ring. She quickly answered it, whispering to the caller to give her a moment. Thankfully the jingle had not disturbed her poor love’s sleep. Once out of the room, she moved her phone to her ear. “I am sorry about that, hello?”

“Lyra? It is Dream,” Said Dream.

“Yes, what is it, my friend?”

“Do… Do you have any idea why Ink is tying the refrigerator to the surrounding appliances and cupboards? He says it might run? But it is running and… oh… wait… never mind, I get it now,” Dream sighed with a tired chuckle.

“Ah… yes… I do think I know where he got that idea from,” She said as she moved the phone away from her mouth, trying not to laugh at the mental image that gave her.

Those boys…

[justsomeno1s]

Pikmin 4 Player Idea:

Only a rookie by legal definition. Took enough classes to get qualified as a field/off planet agent, but had no desire to ever go off planet. Always busy.

When on PNF-404, their first thought is "Okay! Find a person capable of doing the necessary field work, and go home. I need to get next month's report in." And upon learning that they're now the primary field agent until everything settles, they are just so, so unenthused.

Ideas related to Karut under cut:

This version of Karut has a horrible Work Life Balance problem; All work, no life, no balance. Running multiple jobs is basically required, and Not the usual "Job A at 9-5, Job B at 10-6" type of multiple jobs. I mean Delivering Cargo for one company, Writing reports for a second, and being on a business call with a third simultaneously, while also having other jobs lined up after you get out of any one of them. All in all, self destruction.

Karutians are highly resiliant to outside forces, and can go huge swaths of time without Food, Water, or Sleep- A fact they abuse to get more work time than other planets.

As a weakness, they tend to have weaker immune systems and stomachs- The equivalent to flu season can wipe out entire cities. Karutians rarely work in medical fields, often hiring off planet for them.

Highly valued workforce, but have extreme trouble with the social side of interplanetary living.

Rookie, ofc, follows this to a Tee. Talks about Dandori like their a Leafling, and runs like a white pikmin on fire. If injured and unable to do fieldwork, will spend time doing paperwork. Probably would drive the Rescue Corp insane by refusing to stay down.

("WHY- HOW ARE YOU STANDING, YOUR LEG IS BROKEN?!?" "... Wanted to finish exploring that cave? I left some treasure when I was panicking." "Just. GO, go back to your bed, please." "But I-" "Now." *Angry but defeated sigh*)

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as things I've heard this week

The saga continues

(This one is late don't mind that)

Physics class: *doing an egg drop*

Romeo: Man this egg better be appreciative I'm putting a lot of work into this

Finch: Preach it

Specs: this hallway smells like bacon bits and man musk

Race: I love this year's seniors but like- Shut the fuck up

Albert: What?

Race: Look at their Instagram posts! "Meet the seniors" "I can't believe I'm graduating" "last year in high school" like shut the fuck up "can't believe I'm old enough for senior class play" shut the fuck up "so many memories coming to a close" shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up!

Albert: I think he wants them to shut the fuck up

Jack: Ahh...maybe? It's hard to tell

Race: *chewing*

Albert: Damn you're smacking on those nuts

Race: I'll smack on your nuts if you want me t-

Race: Do you wanna send my streaks?

Davey: Oh my god don't send them to the guy!

Race: Help! I wont

Crutchie: What guy?

Davey: He sent streaks to some guy yesterday and he sent back that he wanted to choke him with his cock!!

Crutchie: With no warning??

Race: No!!!

Davey, a physics teacher: *First period physics* so if the projector remote isn't working that's your observation. Your hypothesis might be that it needs new batteries but there could be another, more simple answer. Your trial might be to... What? *smacks the remote* just hit it, right? Maybe that'll work

Jack, a music teacher: *Ninth period music theory* *trying to turn on the projector* why is this not working? *smacks the remote*

Elmer, a student: Oh my god didn't your husband talk about that literally today-

Race, another student: HE FUCKING DID OH MY GOD

Race: WHY DO MY PANTS HAVE FIVE BUTTONS WHAT IS THIS??

Finch: Protection

Race: What if I was about to get some and I had to be like "hold on gimme a few minutes"

Spot: A few minutes?? Give a few hours! Those buttons are really in there

Finch: how do you know how hard it is to undo Race's buttons?

Spot: ... It was an assumption-

Albert: AN ASSUMPTION YEAH SURE

Sarah, an english teacher: We're going to play a game, I'm going to read the blurb on a couple books and you're going to write an opening line. Then I'm going to put the opening lines up on the board with the actual opening line and you're going to guess which one is real. If you guess the real one, you get a point and if people guess yours you get a point per each guess

Elmer, a student: This is just like Is It Cake

Spot, about Race: He looks like a bug (/affectionate)

Sarah: Jesus Christ I'm going to get dresscoded-

Crutchie: My chocolate chip muffin doesn't have any chocolate chips in it I am going to kill myself-

Denton: and I started to feel sick- mind you this was 2021 so I thought it was COVID. I hadn't been infected with COVID before so I like- I thought my time has come, I have been chosen! It was like the little green guys from toy story

Race: the clawwww

Albert: the coviddd

Davey: that's actually a pretty common symptom or side effect for other stuff it's just inflammation of the lungs even though it sounds bad like- What is this, 1855?? I have never heard of pleurisy before

Denton: I was patient zero in my house for Hand Foot and Mouth disease? The toddler disease! I started it! I gave it to my children under five! The only person who didn't get it in my house was my husband and he was like "pfshh yeah of course I didn't get hand foot and- what am I? Three?" That hurt

Katherine: Bee Tee Doubleyoos (btw) as the kids are saying

Davey: Calculus, that's a disease in of it self

Jack: it's not that bad, I'm fine

Davey: Jack, you-

Jack: A little touch of salmonella, that's all

Davey: Jack-

Davey, teaching epidemiology (study of disease): and your immune system sees the E. coli bacteria and is like "you are supposed to be in the colen, why are you in my mouth? :("

Denton: I don't want you to leave this class with a new psychological disorder or anything but-

Albert, after talking about diharreal diseases: I'm all about food (/gen)

Davey: Stick my arm out the window and *slaps his arm* hit me up (about vaccines, not drugs)

Davey: I don't know anyone who Gatorades there way through severe dehydration

Race: I bet you I could

Race: all the football players have asses!

Hotshot: you think I have an ass?

Race: I dunno, spin

Hotshot: *turns around*

Race: damnnn okay! Alright you got a little bakery back there!

Hotshot: yeahhh thanks my man *daps him up*

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

geht es dir und Magnifico wieder besser? Ich wünsche dir und Magnifico noch einen schönen Tag noch. *beginne freudig etwas zu summen was an den Lied at all costs erinnert* ✨😊

Translation:

Are you and Magnifico better? I wish you and Magnifico a nice day! *starts humming a song similar to "at all costs"

Hallo du Liebe! 🥰 @elsaannamarinetteladybugasha

Ja, uns geht es wieder gut. Naja, also mein Husten ist noch sehr hartnäckig .... Magnifico hat ein bombastisches Immunsystem, den kriegt so schnell nichts klein. 2 Tage Husten und Schnupfen, ein paar Tees die er 'sich selbst' ☝🏻 wohlbemerkt - zusammengemischt hat, viel Schlaf und er ist wieder fit gewesen. Da hab ich noch flach gelegen 😅 aber gut, er ist ein Alchemist ...

Danke dir! 💝

Hi my dear,

Yes, we're fine again. Well, my cough is still very stubborn .... Magnifico has a bombastic immune system, nothing can get him down so quickly. 2 days of coughs and a runny nose, a few teas that he mixed up 'by himself' ☝🏻, lots of sleep and he was fit again. I was still lying flat 😅 but well, he's an alchemist ... Thank you.