Godddd I need a fic where C/aine gets infected with a virus that makes him feverish and delirious and it makes him even more anxious abt the others abstracting. He falls asleep at his desk or somewhere else uncomfortable, one of the others finds him, and they bring him to their room. He wakes up and thinks the ceiling lights or smth are abstracted eyes for a sec until he realizes he’s in someone’s room. Or he wakes up from a nightmare and sheepishly asks P/omni if he can stay with her for a little while bc he doesn’t want to be alone.
Give me the circus glitching out whenever C/aine sneezes and he gets worried that he’ll accidentally hurt the others and isolates himself
Or (spoilers below)
Someone finds Caine asleep and brings him into Jax’s tent bc it’s dark and comfortable in there, but he panics when he wakes up and sees Jax bc he thinks she’s is one of the others. Jax is very confused, bc this may be the first time she’s seen Caine since he got deleted.
Hello, thank you for the ask!! You didn’t specify a character, so I’m going with L/oid! (Which, given he’s the main, I assume that’s who you’d want anyways hehe~) He’s absolutely shipped with Y/or in this, and this is set midway through part 1, as I haven’t started part 2 yet. (watching with friends, so it takes awhile to get through it!)
I may have gotten a taaad carried away, I hope that’s okay! Soooo, here’s prompts 47 and 64 with 2.1k (whoops) words!
47: Hiding sneezes
64: Mission in the rain.
(Slight warning for violence, implied death, and swearing -it’s a show about spies after all, there’s gonna be a bit of gritty stuff- Just in case anyone doesn’t like those)
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“knnxt-! dngt’shh-! nnxxgt’shh-! Damn it…”
Crouching behind the mailbox, Loid allows himself a light curse that drifts away on the breeze as soon as it exits his gritted teeth. ‘This situation was entirely of my own making. My own failures led to this. And yet… that doesn’t stop it from being annoying.’ He peels off the mask, letting out a faint gasp as the rain hits his face directly. His mind drifts back to the situation that brought him to this position.
~~~
“We refuse! Your offer is nothing compared to the millions we stand to make by releasing our product directly. You want us to give it to you to distribute instead? Make it worth our while.”
“You have no distribution plan, no one on the streets to move it, you’ll make nothing without us! We shouldn’t be making big offers, you should be begging us to give you any cut!”
Loid lets his attention flicker from one side to the other. He’s disguised as a mere waiter, serving wine to two rivals as they sit in negotiations. His job is to gather intel, not to stop the distribution. It’s been deemed unstoppable, if these heads were to fall, others would merely take their places. However, should he be able to figure out when and where the exchange of goods is to go down, they’ll be able to intercept it, and find a peaceful resolution. ‘At least, as peaceful as it gets in this line of work.’
There’s only one problem-
“heH’INggt-!”
His nose. He’d woken up to find the mild pressure in his sinuses had bloomed into a full blown head cold.
“Ih’knggt-!”
Not the worst cold he’s had, and if he was just staying at home, it wouldn’t even be worth mentioning. However… on a mission where the key is to be stealthy and unperceived, constant-
“dngxxt’shh-!”
-is definitely worth mentioning. And he should have mentioned it to his handler when he accepted the mission but, ‘I just don’t like appearing weak. Letting people see that I’m a human with flaws can be deadly in my line of work. It’s better to appear unphased by anything that may come my way.’
Letting his nose twitch behind the mask, Loid rights himself from where he’d ducked behind the bar to let out the stifles his sinuses had been aching for. They were entirely unpleasant, not relieving the tickle in the least, but at least they were quiet.
A quick glance around brings his attention back to his ‘boss’ for the day. She’s staring at him with a fury he’s become quite familiar with in this line of work. ‘Seems that managers never tend to like me. Probably understandable, seeing as I’m never here to do the job they want me to.’
He fires back a sheepish smile, pulling a bottle of wine from the bar and turning it so she can see. The nod he receives is hardly approval, but it’s close enough to run with. ‘It’s not like I need to get a good review, or even keep this job past today.’
Pouring the glasses on his tray full of the rich red liquid, he clears his throat, and sets himself back to ‘waiter mode’. Stepping out from behind the bar, he lets his steps fall in line with the other staff rushing around, bending forward slightly to offer the men a drink.
“A toast, shall we? To our continued partnership. Your offer has been quite kind, and I believe we can find a good future in store for us.”
“Indeed, my good sir. I believe we can. Shall we arrange the details of the shipment? I have a warehouse out on-”
“hIH’DTSHH’oo-!”
Glass shattering crashes out, every gun in the room suddenly drawn. The sound surprises everyone, Loid most of all. His hand sits a few inches from his face, tray forgotten on the floor as the wine pours out from the bottle crushed beneath it. Before he can think to explain the situation, his survival instincts overpower his brain and he reaches for his own weapon.
“He has a gun! It’s a spy, get him!”
‘Shit- and I still have to sneeze!’
~~~
This is how Loid comes to find himself crouched outside, kneeling on the soaked ground as the rain ‘That I should have checked the forecast for’ pounds down on him. It was as if the heavens themselves have decided to drown him.
“He went this way, I’m sure of it! Spread out and check every corner.”
The voice is still distant, but too close for comfort. Loid allows one hand to lift from his gun to scrub at his aching nose, the buzzing just below the surface threatening to return with a vengeance.
‘I should have turned this down. Damn it all! I manage to find a daughter, and a fake wife, form a family, get accepted into Eden College, and after all of that work, I’m to die on a throwaway mission in the pouring rain because of a head cold. The Great Twilight, yeah right.’
His mind threatens to wander off again, and he has to bite his tongue to get it to stay. It seems that lately, Anya and Yor were at the forefront of his thoughts whether he wanted them to be or not. ‘That’s just for the mission. I’m focused on that, we have less time then planned for, that’s all. It’s just dedication.’ It would be a convincing argument, had his heart not skipped a beat at the thought of his fake family waiting back home.
“eHH-!”
And just like that, his focus was back on the burning sensation climbing down his nose. The voices were closer, there was no way he could manage to let any out now, they’d hear him for sure. The buzzing seems to spread to his ears, a fog starting to settle over his thoughts as the all consuming need to sneeze overwhelms him.
“hH’NNGT-! knngt-! ih’DNGT-!”
The stifles seem to only make the tickle grow more fierce. His gloved hand pinches his nose tighter, but the sensation of the fabric against his nose makes his eyes water. Reluctantly, he drops his hand, pressing it instead back against his weapon as the voices draw near once more.
“Check around that corner. You! The other side of that wall, he could have scaled it.”
Loid holds his breath, fingers twitching on the gun as his nose trembles. ‘Damn it all.’ Stuck in a stalemate, a war between his nose and him. Finally, the rain decides to break the tie, a single drop hitting him right on the tip as he tilts his face towards the sky to listen better. The drop runs down the bridge of his nose, sending prickles running through his entire face.
The men pursuing him aim, but Loid gets them both with ease, before sending himself over the mailbox, managing to hit two more before his feet touch the ground. Looking around and seeing no one else, ‘With what little I can see beyond the water from my hair and eyes…’ he makes a dash for his car, pausing only to aim a few more harsh sneezes towards the ground as he makes it to the door.
Managing to sit down, and start the car, he tries not to shiver as the cold from his soaked clothes starts to seep into his skin. ‘Just gotta make it home, then I can sleep this horrid cold off.’
~~~
As Loid pulls open his front door, a waft of warm air hits his face, sending chills through his trembling frame. Anya races to greet him, eyes seeming to burn through him as she surveys his form.
“Papa! You’re baa- woah… you don’t look good, why are you all wet?”
“Loid, welcome ho- uh… she does have a point, why are you all wet? You look dreadful..”
“Thank you both. So f- flattering…. ITZZSH’oo-! heH’ASHH’yuu-!”
Loid blushes a little under the intense look Anya’s giving him, fixing his eyes on Yor for a break, just to find her giving him a similar one. ‘Sometimes I swear, it’s like everyone in this family is hiding something about themselves from each other.’
“Papa, you’re sick. You should be in bed, that’s what I do when I’m sick!”
“Oh Loid, you’re sick? I’m so sorry, I should have seen it… you shouldn’t have gone out in the rain- oh no you’re soaked, Anya let’s get papa some towels, fast-”
“I’m not si… knxxgt-! sick.”
They give him measured looks, and Loid feels another chill run down his spine as Anya’s eyes meet his. ‘Sometimes it really feels like that child is taping right into my subconscious.’ He ignores the ‘EEP’ Anya lets out, more concerned with the way Yor is now pressing her hand against his forehead. A tint of red starts to shade at his ears, matching the hue she’s wearing plainly across her cheeks.
“J- just checking for a fever… you don’t feel warm. Actually- I think you feel too cold. Anya, towels?”
“Oh, right! Anya to the rescue~!”
“I said I’m not si-”
“Even if you’re not sick, Loid, you’re still soaked. Towels can only help. Plus! I made soup! I actually didn’t even know you were sick when making it, I just felt like today was a soup day, maybe it’s a mothers instincts!”
“You’re not a-”
Loid stops himself at the look that flashes across Yor’s face, rediverting himself mid word.
“a- good chef…”
Her face changes, but not to a better one, her lip starting to tremble. ‘Damn it, that’s still an insult! Find something Twilight, quickly now… Come on, you do this for a living!’ Thankfully for him, his nose found something first.
“dnnxxgt’shh-! knngt’choo-! hept’INKGT’choo-!”
“Bless you, Loid.”
“I got the towels papa! Just got- oof-”
Loid reaches down to catch the bundle stacked nearly up to his chest as Anya topples over, managing to right her and set them down in one smooth motion. ‘At least I haven’t lost all my skills from this horrid cold.’
“Careful. Don’t want you falling and hurting yourself.”
Yor scoops her up, and Loid feels the heat from his ears spread as she hands him a towel with a knowing look.
“You can dry yourself off in your room. P- plus you.. You should probably… change your clothes… you shouldn’t stay in the wet stuff, it’s just gonna make you worse.”
“DTNNGT’iew-! hIH’KNgxxt’choo-! ”
“Exactly my point. Bless you again, by the way.”
He gives her a smile laced with fake sincerity as the stifles echo through his sinuses. ‘If I keep this up I’m gonna do some serious damage. I can handle a few on missions, but suppressing this many is starting to hurt.’
“Don’t do that papa! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”
Anya stands next to him, concern painted all over her face. Loid manages to meet her gaze with a small nod, ‘How does she always know-’ before ducking into the towel in his hands to muffle the next fit that bursts from him.
Yor gives him a sympathetic glance, sending Anya to the kitchen with a small pat, before turning back to him.
“Bless you. There’s meds in the bathroom above the sink. I’ll save some soup for you for tomorrow, but I’m guessing right now you just want to go to bed-”
“Papa, papa! Can we watch a movie? Pleeaaaase~?”
Loid lets himself meet Anya’s gaze, regretting it instantly at the way her eyes brim with tears. ‘If I say no, she’s sure to start crying. But I’m so tired…’ A glance up to Yor tells him that if he wants to say no, she’ll back him. ‘I should say no. I need to rest so I can be ready for the next mission. I should say no… I’ll- I’ll say no…’
“Sure.”
‘That’s not a no, what the-’
“Yay! Since you’re sick papa, I’ll let you pick it!”
“Uh- no thanks, just whatever you want to watch is fine.”
~~~
He tries to stay awake. He really does. But by the thirteenth minute, as the princess is singing her fifth song, Loid can feel his eyes starting to close. By the next song, he’s letting out weak congested snores as his head dips into his chest.
Anya is too focused on the movie to notice, but Yor gives a soft smile at the scene, giggling at the way his nose twitches in his sleep. She gently lays him down, placing a blanket over him, and planting a small kiss on his forehead, which promptly turns her a red as his nose.
Thinking about a (possibly non-human-species-type) character not knowing the etiquette that revolves around being sick.
It’s their first time catching a cold and they don’t understand why they’re getting “blessed” after every expulsion of air? Why do they have to relax and stay in bed? What makes soup the “sick food”? Why is everyone cooing and being all…mushy?
What’s a… “cold”?
(Leaves room for genuinely not knowing to cover their sneezes, their inappropriate-yet adorable-timings to practice saying “bless you”… I could go on!)
Even if they understand the biological process behind illness, the social aspect around it is…confusing, yet intriguing and maybe even… endearing!
Alastor slipping into his more demon-y form without realizing it when he has a fever. he has to constantly try to control himself, which isn't very restful
he's hanging in the hotel lobby, uselessly zoned out, cause he's sick.
Charlie slides up to him "umm... Alastor? is everything... okay?" and she's trying to be casual about it, but it's more awkward than anything.
he barely acknowledges her, honestly might have been half asleep with his eyes open. "why of course. odd that you'd even ask," he hums.
"oh, right, it's just..." she squirms, voice low "you're kinda..." she's looks him up and down meaningfully and he raises a lazy eyebrow at her.
she makes an uncomfortable noise before loudly whispering "your antlers". Alastor blinks at her and Charlie struggles with her words "they're, umm..." and finally just makes a "getting bigger" motion with her hands.
he freezes and then pulls himself back to his usual appearance with a strangled "... fuck" before disappearing into a shadow puddle.
Charlie stares at where he was before worriedly turning to Vaggi, who just wandered up to her. "do you think he's okay?" and Vaggi's like "I don't care".
Charlie tentatively knocks on the door to Alastor's room, hand moving to hover over the handle.
"Alastor..? I just wanted to check on you.. I brought some water if-"
"hhHEeztchh-"
The lightbulbs in the hall suddenly flickered, before exploding; the glass flew everywhere, before there was a sudden screech of radio feedback. Charlie dropped the glass as her hands flew up to cover her ears. The water soaked into the carpet, and the sound of hitching started up again.
"U-Uhm, maybe I'll come back later-" She called, backing away when black shadow tendrils began curling out from under the door.
(Sorry it was bad, it's been a while. Love the prompt!!)
Shoutout to hot water bottles! They are criminally underrated and under-used in my opinion.
Think about it: a shivery person, who just cannot get warm even under two blankets, because they are starting a cold snd are shivery through and through...
Insert a caretaker, who slips the hot water bottle under the blankets, which instantly heat up to wrap the sick one in a cozy embrace.
Or an upset tummy, being soothed by the warmth of the hot water bottle resting on the person's stomach.
A person, who is sick, miserable, and alone because their partner had a work thing they had to attend. So our sick person fixes themselves a hot water bottle and take it to bed, hugging it as if it were their SO's warm body next to them in bed...
Pressing a hot water bottle over the bridge of their nose to loosen sinus congestion. It feels wonderful, even as it makes it impossible to gauge their fever.
Someone who refuses to stay in bed wandering around with a blanket over their shoulders and a hot water bottle clutched to their chest like a teddy bear.
Making a hot water bottle for someone who’s just come in from the cold, who can’t seem to warm up even as they’re so close to the fireplace they’re nearly burning themself. The sigh of relief as they tuck it under their sweater and finally feel warmth.
Waking up with a cold on a chilly drizzly autumn morning, sniffling hopelessly in the damp air as you wiggle to pop your head out of your nest of blankets, staring through bleary eyes at the overcast sky out your window.
You climb out of bed, wincing at your achy and heavy limbs, and swallow against a sore and scratchy throat, gently rubbing your neck with your fingers.
You trudge downstairs in your pajamas and slippers to make yourself a cup of lemon and ginger tea with a generous spoonful of honey. You shiver internally at the idea of stepping out into the chill and wet to grab the newspaper, and instead, with a dense sniffle, you turn to trudge back upstairs.
Setting your tea on the nightstand and pulling back the comforter, you grab the book you were reading the previous night and burrow back into bed, pulling the covers up to your chest.
'Ahhh...' you sigh internally, smiling that thoughts weren't taxing on your throat, 'This is nice. Nice and warm, no one to answer to, noplace to be, nothing to do...nothing could ruin this moment.'
A sniffle, your nose twitches, and you gently lower your book and reach out for a tissue with desperate fingers.
I have thought long and hard about making this post, but I'm concerned other people might be at risk, so I want to publicly call out a sexual predator on snzblr.
There is a guy who went by "insomniacsnzenjoyer" on Tumblr and goes by "omn_nomnom" on Discord.
He pretends to be single. He expresses interest in people, either sexually or platonically, in order to get close to them. He trades wavs, says kind and loving things, and lulls people into thinking he truly cares about them and thinks they are special.
Then, after pumping them for sexual content, including snz content, he drops them.
It turns out that he has a wife and daughter, and he is only pretending to be single. He likes to take on the persona of a shy, lonely guy who just wants to be held and cuddled, all while manipulating people.
So far, I have talked to three separate victims of his that he has preyed upon over the past four years, not counting me.
The number of people who have corroborated his predatory behavior is what has pushed me into making this post. Here is a link to one of his wavs so you can be aware of what his snzs sound like in case he makes new accounts and continues to try to prey on people.
Welp, I had to go and do it. You tested me as an autistic, snzfucker artist with a love for DND. And I suppose I failed.
And, because I can never do anything halfway, here is an explanation for each:
Lawful Good Sickie: While they do their best to take care of themselves, they often go overboard, prioritizing what is “required” rather than what they actually need to feel better. They will also follow all hygiene protocols, but still come to work or school because, technically, they are following the rules. They are waiting for a break that will never come until it’s made for them - usually alongside a hospital visit. (“I need to make sure I get everything done before I can rest.”)
Neutral Good Sickie: They do the best they can with what they have. They do what they are supposed to do, but not holding themselves to a rigorous schedule or forcing themselves to be proper. In other words, they let themselves be sick. They let their room get messy, they are not afraid of asking for help, and they will do whatever it best for their body. These guys also make really good caretakers, if their big gets passed around. (“Microwave meals are easiest, and it’s what my stomach can handle right now.”)
Chaotic Good Sickie: This sickie wants to be a “good patient,” to the point where they endanger themselves. They may always want to be available, or they may be afraid of showing vulnerability. They may become paranoid of offending others or getting others sick, so they hide away until their condition becomes critical. When they are finally taken care of, they’ll be so afraid to ask for things that the caretaker has to either guess or convince the sickie to tell them. (“I can take care of myself! I don’t need to burden anyone…”)
Lawful Neutral Sickie: They will do what other people tell them to do, since they want to go with the flow. However, they will never take any initiative to take care of themselves. This may be because they don’t realize how sick they are, or because they don’t feel like they deserve care. Either way, if no one tells them how to care for themselves or does it for them, it’s likely that they never will. (“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll take the medicine. Geez.”)
True Neutral Sickie: They don’t see sickness as an actual obstacle, but a part of the routine of life. This may seem sage and wise, but this actually means that they don’t treat themselves any differently when their sick, which means that they can avoid the care they actually need. They’ll go to work, exercise, clean, and do anything else without any regard to how they are feeling. This may have been caused from a lack of sympathy or neglect from their family. (“The doctor says I have the flu. It’s no big deal.”)
Chaotic Neutral Sickie: They will actively fight against the people that want to help them. Instead of listening to people’s concerns, they’ll actively deny them, getting very defensive. They’ll refuse other people’s care and concern for them. While the other neutrals are willing to reason with those that care for them, this sickie is not, which means that they will likely endanger themselves or others with their pride or shame. (“I’m fine! Just leave me alone!”)
Lawful Evil Sickie: They are, at their core, mischievous. They aren’t often actively malicious - they know when lines can be crossed, and which ones can’t. To everyone but the caretaker, the sickie might seem rude or ungrateful. But, in reality, this treatment is usually with the consent (and pleasure) of the caretaker. They quickly reel it back in if they take things too far. They only share contagion if they are absolutely sure that the other person wants it, and never crossed a boundary that has been set. (“Don’t get too close. I f-feel a sneeze coming on~”)
Neutral Evil Sickie: They have no end goal except whatever is most comfortable and easiest. They are extremely needy, often with the intent of annoying their caretaker. They want to be pampered, coddled, and never want to lift a finger. It isn’t that they are too sick or emotional to control themselves - they are being actively malicious to their caretaker. They often fake cry, get angry, or guilt trip their unfortunate caretaker to get what they want. They very rarely show that they are grateful or show remorse if they get the caretaker sick - but do on occasion, especially if they have a change of heart. (“I’m too hoooot. Now I’m too coooold. Fluff my pillow! I’m hungry! Not for that!”)
Chaotic Evil Sickie: They have no regard for the health of others or themselves. They don’t want want what is comfortable or good for them - they want whatever is going to help them reach their goal. Perhaps that’s spreading their illness, making caretaking miserable, or using their sickness as a playing card for sympathy. Boundaries are nonexistent for them. Luckily, they often burn themselves out, since they overestimate their pain or fever tolerance. This could lead to a redemptive arc, but that is at the writer’s own discretion. (“Your catching this cold whether you like it or not.”)
You are free to use these for OCs, fics, or even yourselves! This is for everyone to use. As long as you tag me - both for credit and my horniness - you can use this for whatever!
Chaotic Evil Sickie: They have no regard for other’s health, well-being, or care. Whether it’s to spread their illness, make caretaking miserable, or make themselves seem like the victim, they always have a goal they will work towards until the end. They usually do not have comfort or health in mind, but power, fame, or an upper hand of some kind. This usually leads to them burning out after overestimating their pain tolerance, which could lead to a redemptive arc as they realize what empathy means. However, this isn’t always the case. (“You’ll get this cold whether you like it or not.”)
Feel free to use this for characters, other charts, OCs, etc.! This is for everyone, as long as you tag me. I want to see your wonderful creations.
you know what i love. the age old when a character gets sick whilst everyone else is mad at them, so they don’t tell anyone and suffer in silence, only for the others to find out and take care of them anyway, because ‘look just cause i’m mad doesn’t mean i stopped caring’. just that sentiment of not needing to actually like someone at that moment but still very much loving them.
bonus points if the caretaker fluctuates between being lowkey passive aggressive (‘would you stop moping and drink your goddamn tea?’) because they are still mad, but doing gentle things like rubbing their back or getting them an extra blanket.
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