💟 “Are You Okay?” Response Prompts:

whumpee who's usually active / talkative person, is just sitting quietly in the team meeting now , which is very not him

Team leader (caretaker) noticed that, so he approached him & asked in concern :

- hey whumpee ,Why are you spacing out here?

-....

- whumpee ??

whumpee's unfocused gaze is finally gone, he replied in confused voice:

- t..team leader?

- .... are you ok ? I called you twice

- ah .. I'm sorry

- is there's something on your mind? maybe I can help !

- ah , no , nothing actually , mmm , I'm a bit tired , I couldn't get any sleep last night

- ... should get some rest then , I'll send you the meeting's summary later

- thank you, leader

At night, caretaker went to whumpee's room to check on him , especially that he didn't left his room the whole day!

he knocked the door twice, but there was no response, so caretaker just opened the unlocked door and went inside

- excuse me ... whumpee ??

He looked around, whumpee was in his bed wrapped in blankets , caretaker wondered if he was sleeping the whole time !!

- hey whumpee !!

when he uncovered his face, whumpee looked like he's in pain !! he was so pale , breathing loud and shivering hard , when he touched his forehead, it was already burning up

- WHUMPEE !!! CAN YOU HEAR ME ??

he shaked his shoulder, slapped his face, there was no response, " DAMN IT " he swore with grounded teeth

the team was shocked when the leader went downstairs carrying whumpee between his arms, and shouting :

- CALL THE AMBULANCE NOW !!

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

"survive" with vi, for the color palette prompt

For this, I decided to do like.. her being unhappy in the hive.

Whump community Reblog if you hate AI

it ruins the whole point of art

little prompt, where Peter and Tony having an argument about Tony may or may not be ill (he certainly is, but he'd better die than admit that).

“You probably should go to bed.”

“Why would I do that? I’m fine.”

“You haven’t stop coughing for twenty minutes already-”

“I started smoking.”

“-your hands are shaking-”

“My life is full of stress, honey, I can’t be perfectly stable all the time.”

“-I’m glad you admit it, but you seem to have a fever-”

“Your presence doing something unimaginable to my body.”

“Don’t be smart!”

“I’m afraid it’s not possible, love. Genius, remember?”

“Your eyes are glossy-”

“Because your accusations make me cry.”

“-you can hardly focus-”

“That’s bullshit.”

“-you’ve burned yourself twice today, that should count for something.”

“It counts for stress. Again, honey, I’m fine!”

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth so I can see your throat. Maybe you have angina.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“It’s very intimate!”

“So you have, like, no problem with sucking my dick, but you don’t want me to check up your throat when you’re ill.”

“I’m not ill, and that’s two totally different things.”

“How’s that?”

“Your dick doesn’t go deeper than my oral cavity.”

“Wow, you’re underestimating your blowjob skills.”

“You’re not going to look into my throat.”

“Jesus, why not?”

“Because I can infect you.”

“But you’re not ill.”

“Maybe I am!”

“Just let me see, and I will tell for sure.”

“And what, be ill too? That’s so much fun, being vegetables together!”

“I have super healing, dumbass. I can’t get ill. Now open your goddamn mouth and just let me see!”

“If you get infected, I will certainly say, "I told you so.””

“And I will punch you in the face.”

“Rude.”

“That’s what naughty boys get.”

“I wouldn’t mind being naughty for you.”

“You definitely have angina. For the next week, no naughty business.”

“What? I’m okay! You can’t do this to me.”

“I can, and I will. Every time you obey me, I will spank you.”

“We’re playing a doctor and a patient? I like that.”

“If you won’t get better in a few days, I bring you to the hospital.”

“You can’t do this with me.”

“I can, and I will. Now, shut up already and let me cook you some bouillon.”

“Such a cliché…”

“So are you.”

“Why I even love you?”

“Because I’m the only one able to tolerate your dramatic ass.”

“That’s overstatement.”

“People hate you when you’re ill.”

“I’m the pure charm.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“You didn’t say “I love you” back.”

“I hate you.”

“Lier.”

“One more word – and you’ll have the web all over your face.”

“Sounds promising.”

…

“Can you cuddle me? My throat is sore. I think I caught a cold.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I love you more than you can imagine, dumbass. Come here, I’ll hold you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You better, baby, you better.”

“oh your poor thing” is such a versatile statement and it makes me melt in any situation

feeling for a fever and their forehead is really warm? “oh you poor thing, you have a fever”

they just sneezed and it sounded miserable/tired/wet? “oh you poor thing, need any tissues?”

or, even better, they just got finished with a coughing fit but they have to sneeze a few times “oh you poor thing, you must feel misreable/you must be really sick”

i just 💕💕

Bugtober 2022 Prompt 20: Bad Ending

This is one of the worst endings of the Mothwasp AU that I could think of.

Team Snakemouth has been defeated. Kabbu, Vi, and Leif have all been brainwashed by Hoaxe, and have been commanded to capture Luna and Shigeko.

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