Crimson And Noire, Chapter 1.

Omg your art style is so cute!! I love it! If you're interested in prompts, maybe one with Lan/ce cudding with a very sick Kei!th, who is so miserable and exhausted that he doesn't have the energy to move when he sneezes so he ends up sneezing into Lan#ces chest?

(I started with an outline to come back to and draw, but it turned into a drabble?? I’m going to still tag it and come back to it later, but I hope this short blip is okay for now)

Lance absently eyed the raindrops drumming against hisapartment window, feeling his eyelids droop as he traced Keith’s palm withgentle, sloppy circles.

It was blissful to finally hear the faint intervals of Keith’sairless snoring, escaping his mouth among his frequent heavy coughing fits. Fora few hours Lance had been lost in thought on the living room couch, exhaustionclouding his brain from taking care of his boyfriend all night.

There was something inexplicably calming to Lance aboutKeith being tightly bundled across his lap. Despite the nasty fever he couldn’tseem to shake, the warm figure secured closely into his side made Lance feel relaxedsomehow.

Keith stirred, breaking Lance’s train of thought as hecracked open his eyes pitifully. His cheeks were still notably flushed, and hisbreathing was labored by a thick congestion.

“Can’t sleep for long, huh?” Lance sighed sympathetically,running loose fingers through Keith’s fringe. “I lost track of how long youwere asleep, but I know it was longer than you slept earlier.”

Keith’s expression shifted slightly enough to indicate thathe heard his boyfriend’s words as he rolled onto his side to bury himself inLance’s chest. A strained groan escaped his lips as his hands shakily grippedLance’s shirt.

Lance frowned, securing a loose blanket tightly around Keithas he pulled him close. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Everything is spinning.” Keith spoke through his teethgritted in frustration, his voice warped and raspy.

“Just keep your eyes closed, okay?” Lance soothed, pressinghis face into Keith’s messy hair with a soft kiss. “The more you sleep, thequicker you’ll get better.”

“Either that or I’ll die first-“ Keith slurred, his voice cutoff by coughs relentlessly rolling out of his lungs.

Lance steadied Keith into a sitting position as he miserablychoked out one cough after another, nearly collapsing against Lance as his fitbegan to ebb away.

“God,” Keith sniffled, trying to collect himself from hisdisaster of a virus. “I need more tissues.” His face was pressed into Lance’schest, muffling anything he said.

“All I heard was ‘tissues’, so let’s go with that.” Lance saidworriedly as he leaned over to grab the box of tissues from the coffee table.

“Class is going to suck tomorrow,” Keith opted to whisper,not dedicating any more energy to raising his head to look at Lance.

Lance snorted, glancing down incredulously at his boyfriend.“There’s no way you’re going to class tomorrow.”

“But-“ Keith sniffed as he feebly reached for a tissue, hisother hand pressed against his irritated nose as he huffed. Before he couldreach for a tissue, he jolted his head into Lance’s chest in a last stitcheffort to suppress a sneeze. “’Htch’oo!”

Lance winced as he glanced down at Keith, who hadn’t movedand was groaning in agony.

“I’m sorry,” Keith whined inaudibly, keeping his face placedin Lance’s shirt.

“That’s it, you’ve infected me! I guess I have to stay hometomorrow and take care of you too.” Lance dramatized. “Also, you’re disgusting.”

“I tried to grab a tissue!” Keith croaked, weakly smackingLance’s shoulder as he remained face down.

“I’m teasing you. You’re sick, it happens.” Lance chuckled,pulling Keith close as he plucked a few tissues from the box. “Would letting metake care of you until you’re better be so bad?”

“It would be a miracle for you to put up with me muchlonger, honestly.” Keith whispered, pressing the handful of tissues against hisnose.

“I love you, it’s kind of my job.” Lance said, shrugging.

“I love you too.” Keith mumbled as he curled up against hisboyfriend, feeling his thoughts fade away to the sound of the rain as he fellback asleep.  

btw I did a big thread on twitter of all of the bug fables doodles ive done, theres Wayyyy too many to crosspost All of them here, but I'll link it in case u wanna take a peek at em! the thread contains these, and waaaay more

Link Here! > https://twitter.com/privatemumbles/status/1408904187681910791 <

Am I the only one that really enjoys the exhaustion part of a whump fic? Like for example:

A character has pretty bad flu/cold and it knocks down their energy reserves. So much so that they can fall asleep anywhere at any time. And while their caretaker is by their side, comforting them, they just slowly rest their head against the caretaker’s shoulder and just… doze off. Without warning. And when the caretaker wants to get up, they notice the skight weight on their shoulder and decide to stay a little longer.

A character is exhausted from either a coughing fit, sneezing fit, etc. and when they finish they slowly rest their head onto the nearest surface and the caretaker has to try and drag them up gently to their room.

Bonus points if:

The character starts to snore with heavy amounts of congestion into the mix.

The character ONLY snores when sick.

The character is usually a light sleeper, but can’t even be woken up when sick.

The team having a long night’s rest by the campfire. Looks comfy

Dream Ask Game

Where do your dreams take place?

What do you think about before you go to sleep?

Has your dream ever predicted the future?

What do you do when you lucid dream?

Do you have a recurring dream?

What does your neighborhood look like in your dreams?

What is the earliest dream you can remember?

What is the worst dream you can remember?

What is the best dream you can remember?

What is the weirdest dream you can remember?

Have you ever dreamt the same dream as someone else?

Who is with you in your dreams?

Have you ever communicated with the dead in your dreams?

Have you ever received a spiritual message in your dreams?

What, in retrospect, should have tipped you off that you were dreaming?

Whump Prompt #643

How long does A manage to hide the symptoms of their diagnosis before their friends finally find out?

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 !!

Reblog if you would kill for her

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

Team Snakemouth taking in the sights during an expedition to the Giants' Realm.

Spoiler alert: It's actually a city in Brazil.