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@absolute-barbarism
ena is distressingly a physical being to me despite everything. casts TUMMY ACHE UPON HER.
plus froggy, because i've been dying to draw him!! Feelin' a lot more comfortable stylizing ena in my own style, while still feeling like ENA, yknow?
idk I just love itchy chest colds
writing tip #3512:
enough writing. it’s time for biting
writing tip #3514:
be warned that if you write about characters doing bad things, readers might think you're really cool and sexy and good at writing
writing tip #3515:
when you come up with a good line, then forget it, then try to frankenstein it back together with the parts you actually do remember and start to think it sounds better that way, you're wrong. the first one was better. you absolute donkey
Sad that Sicktember is over?
Still have creative juices to spare?
This prompt list is for you!
Since October is my birthday month, and fall is one of my favorite seasons, I made a prompt list for all to join.
These prompts can be completed any day after it’s assigned. However, if you want a challenge, try to complete one creative work a day!
Whether from my prompt list or otherwise, I can’t wait to see what you snzfuckers come up with this fall.
(The second half will be posted if you are interested.)
Here’s the second part of my October Snz Prompts! Just in case you want to plan ahead, substitute for a different day, or get inspiration for other works.
I also made a few longer prompts, in case you’ve got some gnarly writer’s block:
Have fun, you crazy, spooky kids!
(God, why do I always get my best ideas so late at night…?)
Reblog going this in case you missed Sicktember, or would like something to decompress with if you’ve already churned out your fics.
Go with the clouds, North-Northwest - Chapter 32
celebratory doodles
Welcome to the Sicktember 2022 prompt list!
Sicktember is a month-long, multi-fandom prompt event that is taking place in September! This event focuses on sick characters and their caregivers.
Please refer to our FAQ . If you still have questions or need clarification, feel free to send an ask on this blog, or our personal blogs @yes-i-am-happyaspie and @obsessionoftheday.
We are so excited about this event and hope to have lots of participation! We can’t wait to read what you all create with these prompts!
[Text Version of the Prompts Below the Cut]
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writing tip #3508:
have at least five characters explode per chapter
Forgot to post this here for “undercover” day of Otasuneweek.
Hal channeling his inner Thrillho.
Gee, it sure is BORING around here. I just wonder what snake is up to
Love how there's fevers and then there's fevers.
How sometimes you have a whumpee who just feels awful and achy and chilly, can't get comfortable and really really don't want to get out of bed because they're dizzy and their legs are all wobbly, and just need someone near them because they're lonlier and clingier than normal but can usually be comforted by a warm hug and some attention, maybe an extra blanket and a gentle fingers stroking their hair
And then there's whumpees who are so, so very sick they literally can't get out of bed even if they want to. Too weak and lightheaded to sit up on their own but so dehydrated they need someone to cradle them in their arms and help them drink, shaking violently from head to foot one minute and sweating through their clothes the second, barely even awake and half trapped in fever dreams that manifest as terrifying hallucinations the second they're conscious, skin horribly hot no matter how many cold cloths the caretaker gives them, unable to do anything but lie in bed with their eyes squeezed shut, whimpering in pain and discomfort
...And they're both amazing
hey Um what if uh a vampire drank the blood of someone who had a cold and then they also caught the cold. that would be neat I think
There is so much potential in this that my brain short-circuited and had to reboot. Love it
hey Um what if uh a vampire drank the blood of someone who had a cold and then they also caught the cold. that would be neat I think
HNNGGngnggh I just want a whumpee who like. Knows they're coming down with something. Can tell they feel more run down and tired and frail than usual and know what that means -- but they can't bring it up because ~something's~ going on; whatever group they're with is just super busy with things happening around the house/community/base/whatever, maybe it's good things like a festival or party that they've been planning for ages or maybe it's a bad thing like they're under threat of being raided or smth Idk. But either way the whumpee can't say they're exhausted and worn out because their friends need all the help they can get.
But then at the height of things the poor thing is feeling absolutely awful; their aching muscles are worse than ever and their throat has gone from scratchy to so painful they can't swallow in a couple hours alone, they're shivering constantly and they feel dizzy and weak and too cold and just want to lie down but they carry on because nobody knows, and if they can help it they'll all continue on not knowing until everything's over.
But then The Thing ends for real and they're able to go to bed early, curl up and let their body crash finally - waking up the next morning hardly able to move at all because they feel like they've been hit by a train and so they just lie there for hours slipping in and out of a fitful, feverish sleep and pitifully waiting for someone, anyone, to come and find them...
