#sickness memes

[rp-meme-central]

Send "sniffles" for a starter where my muse has a cold.

send "caught a bug" for your muse to catch a cold.

[mudskip-memes]

Send '🤒' for sender's muse to find the reciever's muse visibly ill and attempting to work through/hide it

(add + for the reverse!)

[mudskip-memes]

send me "round and round she goes..." for a starter using the sickfic wheel! (X)

(credit)

[rp-meme-central]

Send “sniffle” for a starter where my muse has a cold.

Send “achoo” for your muse to be the one with the cold. 

[rp-meme-central]

Send “birthday germs” for a starter where my muse is sick on their birthday.

[shcrdcdlifc]

Send in 😷 for a starter where my muse is sick. - let's pretend I sent from grouch melon himself

The chief wasn’t feeling the greatest as he was struck with a serious illness, he was facing against a strong demon with the group of demon slayers that accompanied him to protect the village and people, he was very careful that his vitals were not hit as told before but this demon carried a powerful yet extremely toxic poison within its body.

He shielded Hisui from harm and the poison must’ve entered his bloodstream through a cut he got on his right cheek thus why he was now this ill, his face was very pale as he lays in the soft blanket. His chest weakly rising and falling, though every breath felt tight.

His nephew would tend to wringing out the towel as he placed it on his forehead, he was working on his skills but he blames himself for his uncle ending up this way.

Kaede would reassure Hisui that this wasn’t his fault and that his uncle would say the same thing, she stayed with the young demon slayer before she was being called to tend to something. She said to Hisui that she will return to tend as the demon slayer continues to stay by his uncle’s side, as he sat there, he picked up familiar presences as he looks towards the window.

[zillion-ronald-manus]

y’know if I had a large canvas to wipe my snot on instead of furniture/walls/tissues I could wipe all my snot on it then when it dries I could pawn it off as abstract art and get like 200 dollars maybe

[canyouhelpmefindpollux-blog]

Wendy walked back into Castor's bed room and sighed, "Cas get back in bed!" Wendy called out as she placed the tray down by his bedside and walked over behind him. It was amazing sometimes when people saw the young duo as Wendy looked small and slight in comparison to the former lost boy many wouldn't guess she went face to face against them all at least once. "You have a high fever and you've been having cold flashes." Wendy started to tug him back to his bed "You're not allowed to move yet."

        "I'm f-- -fine, Wendy. Really." It was so very obviously a lie with the way he was trembling, as if his body wasn't quite on the same page he was. Castor didn't get sick often. The few times he did, it was an onslaught of shudders and high fevers. More often than not, the few times he did get sick, he could hardly care for himself, despite what he might have claimed. He'd been staring up at the stars, eyes fixed on a specific constellation when Wendy returned to his room. 

       It seemed a recurring mindset. Every time he was ill enough, he'd look to the stars to find the Gemini constellation (or look for it if so happened the stars were not present). "D'you think -- Maybe one of the stars have already gone out a-an--nd the light w-we're seeing is --" he was interrupted by a shudder and some hushed whispers, "--is just lef--ftover light... millions of years old?"