Do You Ever Think About Wet Messy Contagious Cold Sneezing ………………………………………………..

As my first post on this hellsite...

I invite you to think about cold symptoms that wake the sickie up. 

Congestion so bad that the effort to breathe jerks them out of a sound sleep, making them shift positions with a quiet, thick sniffle that lets almost no air in and does nothing for the stuffiness.

Wet coughs that crackle in their chests and leave them gasping and fumbling for the water glass they left there for just such an occasion, spluttering a bit because they can’t stop coughing long enough to actually take a proper sip.

Sneezing. Maybe that’s not what woke them up, but now that they’re awake, they can’t stop. Slow building fits that make their breath shiver, and they agonize over every moment that the next sneeze doesn’t come. When it finally stops, they’re more exhausted than they were before, and can barely summon the energy to swipe the cuff of their sleep shirt against their nose before rolling over to try and sleep before this all happens again.

Fevers that turn their dreams sour and make them shake with chills, or feel so hot that their immediate thought is to fling all the sweat-dampened covers off. And maybe crawl out of those disgusting pyjamas that were fresh from the wash when they put them on three hours ago. Their head spins, and the world swims in and out of focus when they peer blearily around to make sure that the lurking danger from their nightmare isn’t actually hiding in the corner of their room.

Think about those cold symptoms that you just can’t sleep through.

yin continues to be an enigma of the most annoying kind. i genuinely wish she hadn't been included in the game [from a worldbuilding perspective] because she's such a special case for things that weren't clearly defined within the game to begin with. the worldbuilding of this game is frustratingly lax in a lot of basic areas and going "here's a super special rare never before seen thing that's happening" when we don't even know what the regular cases are is annoying and muddles things severely.

do most bugs need a special spot to complete metamorphosis? why did yin need a special spot? how did maki figure out there was a the special spot that might work for yin? how did yin get stunted like that to begin with? how did she not become feral or unawakened or whatever the term is when she wasn't around and nurtured by other awakened bugs during her Very Long vulnerable state of being a caterpillar? [this question applies to Hoaxe as well btw, though without the long larval stage...presumably. we don't actually know with him] how did she survive so long? how does she have magic? why does she have magic? was it something she always had or did she get magic from eclosing in that special place in the grasslands? i have so many questions, y'all

to be clear, I like yin as a character i think she has a neat design and balances team maki [from a fight perspective] and i have enjoyed thinking about her dynamic post-game with maki and kina. ... but that was under the impression that she was a child/early teen or smth, and idk something feels weird about her actually being an adult. like, things still work for what ive thought about, but the tone has shifted and it makes it weird now? why couldn't there have been a throwaway line clarifying that yin is not a kid? how were we supposed to know she'd spent That Many Years as a caterpillar? todd is not a caterpillar but is still a child, and he's not the only one, so there's established precedent for non-larval moths to be children. yin's special case once again rears its head!

Bugtober

Day 2: Suspicious

I like it when a whumpee has to be told that they’re sick or hurt upon waking up. Like, they’re so deeply confused that the full extent of their condition doesn’t even register until someone says “hey, easy now. You’ve been very sick.”

Have you got anything for parent-child comfort prompts?? Xx

Parent comforting child:

Cradling child close to their chest

Wrapping child in old blankets like a little burrito

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Assuring child that the pain isn’t their fault

Distracting child with their favorite things (toys, comfort items, ect.)

“Nobody’s going to hurt you as long as I’m around.”

Watching child’s favorite childhood movie with them (bonus points if child is all grown up)

Wiping child’s tears away, cupping their entire face with their hand because child is so small

“It gets better, I promise.”

Child comforting parent:

Knowing parent is hurting, even when they hide it

Crawling into parent’s lap quietly

Gently patting their parent’s hands/head

“Even though you’re big, it’s okay to cry.”

Wiping parent’s tears away, using their entire hand to do so because parent is so big

Writing parent a note in crayon to cheer them up (bonus points if they include a messy drawing of their parent smiling)

Doing chores if they are a bit older, knowing that taking care of other tasks will help parent relax

Pretending they’re the one who needs comforting, because they know parent will try to hide weakness in front of them

One trope that I really like for Shiro is having him fall asleep somewhere when he’s not feeling well.

He comes down with a cold? After a terrible night, his throat is sore, his head hurts and he’s tired and achy as hell. He takes a sit at the sofa, lays his head back, just for a few minutes, and closes his eyes, but two hours go by, and meanwhile someone has already gone by, taken his shoes off and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders.

He injures himself? Same thing. He hadn’t been sleeping well and his body aches, and staying still feels better than moving. He wakes up a while later, pillows and blankets all around him, and he’s so comfortable, he just closes his eyes again and drifts off to sleep.

Shiro being comfortable and rested and cared for is so great.

This or That Gothic Snippet 8- Bedridden

This is also a continuation of gothic snippet 4- winter forest.

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!

Whumpee sneezed for the third time in a row, sending little snowflakes floating around the room.

“Lunchtime, Whumpee!” Caretaker called.

Caretaker entered Whumpee’s room, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a steaming mug of tea.

“I made it myself,” Caretaker said proudly.

“Thanks,” Whumpee sniffled.

Caretaker set the tray on Whumpee’s lap and sat on the end of their bed. Whumpee picked up a spoonful of soup and blew on it to cool it. Whumpee didn’t account for their frost breath, however, so instead of merely cooling the soup, they ended up freezing it solid.

“Here, let me,” Caretaker said, taking the spoon and blowing on it.

Caretaker’s fiery breath thawed the soup and warmed it to a perfect temperature. Whumpee took the spoon back gratefully and slurped down the soup. The warm liquid felt soothing on their sore throat.

When Whumpee had finished eating, Caretaker took the tray and set it on the bedside table.

“I still don’t understand how I got sick in the first place,” Whumpee croaked.

“You were hypothermic for quite a while, Whumpee, I’m sure that had something to do with it,” Caretaker responded.

Caretaker put a hand to Whumpee’s forehead and frowned at the heat they felt there. Whumpee’s ice powers kept them colder than most, but right now they felt warmer than even a normal person.

“I think you might have a fever,” Caretaker said.

Whumpee shivered under the covers; their powers were still malfunctioning from the other day, and they were no closer to getting warm than they were to getting better.

“Would you like me to warm you up?” Caretaker asked.

“Could you?” Whumpee asked pitifully.

Caretaker nodded, then scooped Whumpee up into their arms. They bundled a blanket around Whumpee and concentrated on spreading their heat throughout their body. There was the distinct sound of a sigh of relief from Whumpee. Steam filled the room as Caretaker hugged Whumpee close.

“I think you might have thawed me out,” Whumpee laughed tiredly.

“Oh no, is that bad?” Caretaker asked, brows furrowed.

“No, no,” Whumpee said, “I typically freeze back up within an hour or so, and with my powers on the fritz I’m sure that’ll happen even quicker than usual.”

Whumpee threw off the covers and went to stand up.

“Woah, what are you doing?” Caretaker asked, pushing them back down.

“I-I just wanted to help put my bowl away,” Whumpee said sheepishly.

“Uh-uh,” Caretaker said, shaking their head, “If you stood up now, you’d probably fall over. No, you’re not leaving this bed until you’re better.”

“But you’ve already done so much,” Whumpee argued, “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“If you were going to be a bother, I wouldn’t have rescued you in the first place, silly. Now stay put. I’m gonna go put this bowl in the sink.”

Caretaker grabbed the tray from the bedside table and left the room. Whumpee sighed and burrowed deeper into the covers. Caretaker was probably right, anyway. Whumpee had felt weak all day, if they tried to stand up, they’d probably collapse on the spot. It looked like they were stuck in this bed until their powers, and their fever, decided to calm down.

part 3

You know what’s underrated? A lack of appetite, even if the sick character only has a cold

My results.