huh thats weird

im 21 and stupid. I don’t know what my gender or sexuality is anymore and I don’t care about figuring it out. lol

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H/C where when Aziraphale gets sick he spikes a high fever and burns for a night and wakes up the next morning weak but over it. Crowley gets the same bug and he hovers at around 38 degrees for a week and a half with a miserable streaming cold leaving him drained. Azi is blessed with an extremely effective immune system while C's illnesses linger on.

I don’t write for this anymore (and this was sent months ago), but here, in case anyone wanted to view.

[celosiaa]

can I get a martin over working himself (season 1 I don’t like to acknowledge canon) and getting really sick? If not it’s ok!! I just am having a rough day at work and comfort characters

hi friend!!! I’m so sorry you’ve had a rough day!! I hope this will make it a little bit better, and I hope it’s what you wanted <3

“Martin?”

At Jon’s soft call, Martin jolts to attention, blinking rapidly as his head adjusts to the sudden change of position. Moving his eyes quickly over him, he takes a moment to consider his appearance—the pallor of his face, the unusually mussed tangle of his hair, the way his eyelids seem to droop below their typical station—all serving to make Martin look decidedly unwell.

“Jon! Christ, you scared me,” he breathes, resting a hand against his chest in relief.

“I’m sorry,” Jon says at once,  and finding that he means it.  “What…what are you doing here, exactly?”

“Could ask the same,” he replies, a bit of accusation coloring his tone—and Jon supposes he deserves that.

“Forgot to lock up.”

“Could have texted me, I’d have done it.”

“I didn’t know you were here.”

At last, Martin drops his gaze, smashing a hand over his unkempt hair.  Something about this simple action stirs up something incredibly fond in the pit of Jon’s stomach—and he does his best to repress the feeling in favor of professionalism as quickly as possible.

“Which begs the question—why are you here?” he asks, watching carefully as Martin worries at his bottom lip, clearly hesitant to say something.

“I’m just—just finishing up a couple of things, that’s all,” he replies with a smile, tone kept intentionally light and jovial.

Something about this is not right, and Jon is determined to find out what.

“What are you working on?” he asks incredulously, squinting to get a glimpse of Martin’s laptop screen.  “It’s after nine on a Friday, Martin—you shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re one to talk,” he mutters under his breath, so openly that Jon is taken aback.

I suppose I deserved that too.

“I’ve…been trying to get better about that,” he says lowly, a bit hurt at the irritation he seems to have stirred up by his presence alone.

“I know,” Martin replies with a sigh, taking off his glasses to scrub a hand over his eyes.  “I know you have, Jon.  Sorry.”

The silence they hold is far from comfortable, but the look on Martin’s face tells Jon that he’s considering carefully what to say—and Jon will not hold that against him.  After a long inhale, eyes closed in an effort to—brace himself?—Martin speaks.

“I needed to catch up.  Because I was gone.”

“…oh.”

Oh, Christ.

Jon could just kick himself over this, over forgetting about his mum’s health scare this week—the one he had learned about only after he had gotten very terse with Martin over the quality of his work. Perhaps a bit more than terse, to be honest.

“Martin, I—I didn’t mean—“

“No, it’s alright,” he is quick to intercept, holding his hands up to stop him.  “You were perfectly in the right, and I know this work needs to get done.  So I will do it.”

Oh god oh god

It kills him—the exhausted smile shining across Martin’s face, just knowing that he is the one who put it there.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know.”

“I know.”

“I shouldn’t have—“

“It’s alright, I just—“ he cuts off, removing his glasses and setting them on the desk before leaning his head on one hand. “It’s my fault, Jon, really.”

Jon finds himself  unable to control the expression of shocked incredulity he feels washing over his face at these words.

“How on earth is this your fault?” he asks, tone ticking up in incomprehension.

“I don’t—“ he pauses, beginning to rub circles across his forehead and temples with the tips of his fingers, in obvious pain. “I don’t know, Jon.  Just…it is.”

What are you talking about? Jon wants desperately to say—but he stops himself in favor of taking in the renewed pallor of Martin’s cheeks that deepens with every passing moment.

“You…you don’t look well, Martin,” he says, stepping just a bit closer, forcing his tone into its gentlest possible shape.  “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he replies at once, eyes still closed tightly where he leans on the desk.

You’re not fine.

“Let me—look, you should have some water at least, before you go home,” he says, turning to retrieve some from the kitchen—before turning back at once upon hearing the rather disturbing sound of derisive laughter from behind him.

“Not sure I am, though,” Martin says through his horrible laughter, swiping at his eyes with his sleeve.

“W..what?”

“I didn’t pay my bills,” he says, the sound of it coming out wet and muffled from behind his hands.  “I had to go up to Devon, and I left in a rush, and I didn’t get back in time, a-and I’m just…I had to spend so much on my stay that I’m not even sure I can cover it all—“

“Ah—Martin—“ Jon steps quickly over to him as he breaks off into a choked sob, patting his shoulder in what he knows must be the most awkward manner—but how could he just stand there, and do nothing?

“S-sorry, sorry,” he gasps as he struggles to contain the tears, driven by what Jon has been recently made aware has been a lifetime’s worth of pain and anger and solitude.

This won’t do at all, Jon thinks, starting to rub gentle circles between his shoulders as his breathing begins to even out.

“Come home with me,” he decides as he says it, voice now edging back into its usual commanding presence.

“Oh no, Jon—“

“I insist, Martin.  Get your coat.  We’ll get your bills sorted in the morning,” he says, already stepping towards the corner of the room to grab his coat for him.

“Jon, no, I really couldn’t—“

“Coat,” he says, holding it out towards Martin’s face with a meaningful glare.  “Now. You are coming with me.”

He looks at Jon hard and long, clearly disbelieving of his kindness, searching for the hidden motive behind it all.  Though he cannot say why…something painful twinges in his chest at the very thought.

“Alright,” Martin replies at last, carefully standing, both knees clicking and popping in the process.  “I—thank you, Jon.  Really, it’s too much.”

“It’s nothing at all,” Jon replies quietly, watching intently as Martin dons his coat, arms at the ready to support him should he start to fall.  “Nothing at all, Martin.”

[raindropsandcoughdrops]

Objection, your honor! The defense is sick as fuck and should not be standing - or sneezing - in court!

[just-a-nervous-bean]

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A/N: Here’s a fic I did somewhat based on this drawing. A lot of…emotional+being sick+more coughing than snz+whump stuff because im a sucker for breaking down my ocs , kinda expanding on Thal’s underlying paranoia that comes up when he’s sick/when something happens from this previous fic

Voice of Reason

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[ezynse]

hayfever anon i hope it’s ok i’m going the other route! just makes it easier to do a 2-in-1 ya feel me? :,)

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[airborneglitter]

currently obsessed with the idea of someone’s nose itching really badly, but their hands are occupied or restrained, so they have to resort to all sorts of wrinkling, wriggling, grimacing facial acrobatics to try and ease the irritation, only, it’s really ineffective and only works for a couple of seconds before their nose starts itching again. 

bonus points if there’s another character present to witness this and make fun of the ridiculous frustrated expressions the first character is pulling

bonus bonus points if the other character eventually offers to help

[elllamalaka]

Touching their forehead and being legitimately suprised by how hot they are.

[whumpster-dumpster]

“Oh, sorry,” Caretaker laughs sheepishly, pulling away from the whumpee. “My hands are cold.” 

To their surprise Whumpee leans into their touch, eyes closed, mumbling, “No, it feels good…” That’s the first sign Caretaker notices that they have a fever.

[febrileminded]

trying a rougher style so that maybe art won’t always take so long 😅

[head-colds]

a character’s face coated in shining fever sweat as they go about, on inertia alone, a task that’s clearly more demanding than is good for them right now

[kotyonoksnz]

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commission for @aknightofthe7kingdoms / comic + cel A scene from their fic ‘Making Snow Angels’

commissions  /  ko-fi ♥

[kotyonoksnz]

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commission for @fever-ish / thigh up + cel

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[kotyonoksnz]

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commission for anon / sketchdump

commissions  /  ko-fi ♥

[kotyonoksnz]

jp snz;

eng snz;

obligatory faint scene;

[whumpster-dumpster]

A whumpee who’s too ill to think straight. Any words they try to form to Caretaker are delirious, nonsense mumblings, sometimes just slurred sounds and sighs. Their eyes look so empty, when they’re open at all.

[fevertremble]

Omg that person who exposed you... inconsiderate dumbasses will be the death of the human race. I am so sorry this happened and that you and your family were affected. I hope things are on the upswing for all of you.

Luckily it seems like we are finally on the mend and feeling better. The amount of muscle mass I lost during this shit is ridiculous and honestly I’m mostly mad about that even though it’s silly. How will I be a beefy hot lesbian now!? but joking aside yeah it was ridiculous. I think she ended up in the hospital for a week so just desserts and all that. I’ll probably have to be on my inhaler for a while longer, my lungs got totally trashed from this. ):

Thank you for your well wishes! We stayed home the entire time and will probably continue to stay home well into this month. Our neighbors and family friends have been really sweet about leaving soup and groceries on our porch and ditching lol

[fevertremble]

I hope you and your family are feeling better!

We are getting there. Thank you.