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When Sickie was delirious with Fever and mistook Caretaker’s laps as his pillow😏😏😏

Headcanons about Bug Fables Teams

Some of these are borrowed from other people, most are original.

Some of these are related to my crossover AU idea with Hollow Knight, but I’ll try to keep those to a minimum.

There are spoilers below!

Team Slacker (Stratos and Delilah)

Their main role is investigating rumors of monsters and ruins out in the wilderness. Sometimes they get sent out to find ‘giant supplies’ like a tire for rubber, old tools for metal, etc. kinda like oil prospectors. This job is typically seen as highly dangerous due to the issues of long-distance travel, lesser bugs, bandits, etc. and thus is paid extremely well. Team Slacker, however, is so strong that they just do not have to worry about any of that.

Stratos has been divorced at least once, possibly even twice or thrice. He has kids and Delilah is their adopted wine aunt.

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Cute bee

My results.

Okay, okay, I'm not really good at making sentences work the way I want them but I'll try to convey my thoughts and emotions over the characters from Bug Fables after completing the game last night at 2:00 ish in the morning (I was weak and there no way I was gonna stop with all the stuff that was going on at the end. I'm the type of player that plays till a good stopping point) that being said there will be spoilers from here on down so you've been warned!

But really it's such a beautiful experience and i highly recommend going in blind to any new player.

Okay, on to the point. I know many people have decided on their favorite of the team and I'm not here to say "oh they're the best and you're wrong!" NOPE I'm not doing that I am trying to say is "they're all the best and you're so right to care for one but let's love them all". Each character has their own ideals and their own goals when we first meet them.

Vi (Violet) a bee who has essentially runaway from home after burning the bridges between her family and her "mother" the queen to become an explorer. An occupation that (based off context clues) is the last thing a bee does for a living. And this is emphasized with all other bugs that explore being not only bigger than her but NOT bees. And biologically...it makes sense! A bee, is to collect pollen and nectar for the hive and produce honey (which Vi use to do with her job at the factory) and biologically bees do avoid fighting since their only way of attacking is with their stinger. But unlike the other black and yellow bugs, a bee's stinger is a one use thing. After it's used, it remains in the creature the bee attacked and from the bee's body it takes their organs with it. (If I remember that correctly. It's been a while since I looked up why bee's die after stinging someone). But you understand the concern that other bees in Vi's life have for her becoming an explorer. But that isn't the only thing the Vi dealt with before becoming and explorer, she had to deal with many of her friends and family badmouth her dreams and guilt her from trying to accomplish them. As Vi said to her sister when they were trying to resolve their fight, "But if I can say something, you were mean to me too! I had dreams and you stomped over them! I'm doing great! I've gone to many places and beat up huge monsters! If...if you had any faith in me I could've done it sooner!" Even her desire of money is so that she can live how she wants without anyone telling her how to live. And it's a strong desire due to the fact that Vi is always trying to strike a deal or not spend their savings on expensive wants, shown through her reluctance to buy the green ranger toy, or her utter shock to the 400 berries flower toy she forked the money for. (Something that shocked Leif and Kabbu due to the fact that Vi just spent 400 berries on a toy for someone else)

Kabbu a beetle (who specific species I don't know) who is the definition of an honorable bug. Going out of his way to help others and if it weren't for Vi he'd do it for free. Which would essentially leave him homeless once that is said and done. Who through the majority of the game he's the voice of reason, passion, and inspiration. (With a skill "Pep Talk" he's able to revive a fainted teammate). And who wishes to create a team of explorers to call his own. I will say that Kabbu was precious. I loved how the only reason Vi and Leif got anything done or didn't do a crime, the chaotic duo that they are, was because of Kabbu and how his hesitance was enough to keep Vi and Leif from upsetting him further. But I do want to say that I found it odd how willing he was to behave that way. When I was playing through the festival I found it so weird how Kabbu was okay with not participating at all. Until I realized that I personally do that too. Kabbu was happy as long as his teammates were having fun. (Until you learn of his old teammates, who were trying to go to bugaria by going through the swamplands and perished to the Beast by holding it off while Kabbu ran away) Kabbu who after surviving the Beast alone had to make more than half of the journey to the Ant Kingdom alone, through a desert filled with monsters, some which he couldn't attack by himself due to their burrow ability, and bandits, with some bandits flying to high for him to do anything but run from. The entire time being alone to fester in the guilt that he essentially "abandoned" his teammates to die at the hands of the beast and how easy the desert would be if his teammates were there to help him. (Not only that but if I remember correctly Kabbu's old teammates were more experienced than Kabbu himself, which added to the guilt "if I was stronger they would still be around") And now the festival wasn't as happy as it was led to appear. Kabbu is okay with letting his teammates have fun because he doesn't "need" to have fun. Vi and Leif are placeholders for his old teammates during this event. If they can have fun one more time, I can truly be happy. I will keep them safe and happy unlike my old teammates. I will do all within my power to make sure my teammates are happy and safe. Because I didn't the first time and I won't make that same mistake. That is why when we collectively reach the grasslands Kabbu comes to the decision that he's strong enough to avenge his fallen teammates by defeating the Beast. Alone if he must.

Leif a moth (with the ability to control ice that they generate within their body) who is found after Kabbu and Vi stumble into the deeps of Snake mouth cave. And when they're awakened from their "nap" Leif has no idea that time has essentially changed. Now the Ant Kingdom has grown, their queen is no longer in charge but their daughter. And things aren't as peaceful as they use to be, the wasps and termites have cut ties with the ant kingdom, there are bandits left and right, and now there is need for a prison when in the past there was no such need. All of the bugs that Leif once knew are no more except Rebecca who is too aged to fully remember them. (If that's her name, I honestly was never too sure...) And it wasn't till later in the story that Leif is shocked to realize that one of the family's in the residential areas looks just like they're wife Muse. And that is when you realize that Leif was stripped from they're family. And thus leads to Leif working harder in finding out what exactly happened in that cave and when we do it's heartbreaking. Apparently Snake mouth cave was home to a civilization of roach scientists who were trying to recreate an equivalent to the eternal sapling by experimenting with cordyceps and bugs that the roaches lured to the cave with the promise of an artifact that would lead to the everlasting sapling. That is why there was a trap door as you open the door to the "treasure" of Snake mouth cave and further beyond that "treasure" was another door were bugs were inhumanely experimented on in some sick experiment as the roaches looked for purpose. (It's only super concerning that the majority of zombified bugs happen to be small ants, bees of the "smaller" variety, and green beetles of the "larger" variety. (Creepily enough they looked like Vi and Kabbu and I really hope that Leif's old teammates weren't some variety of those bugs cuz that would be super upsetting.) There, Leif learns that they were once dead, and that they're not even them, they were a sentient cordyceps that "failed" the roaches test and possessed a dead bug, Leif, who was most likely ambushed with his team and left behind by said team least they all lose their lives. Only for Leif to be subjected to experiments in order to become the next immortal, a purpose for the roaches to live for. And unluckily (luckily??) survived the experiments once a cordyceps housed itself within them in a symbiotic relationship. And with Kabbu and Vi's help, comes to accept that they have always been the same bug from the beginning till now and onwards. Now that they realize that even though they are part cordyceps part moth it doesn't mean they have really changed from the bug they use to be when it came to they're family. Which gave them the courage to meet the present version of their family and be accepted with open arms (it was touching and I cried).

But that's just it. Vi, Kabbu, and Leif; Team Snakemouth are the best team, because they had each other. And even though they each had their own personalities and their pasts that laid heavy within each of their minds. Team Snakemouth supported itself, and was open to itself (some a bit more than others). They keep their secrets within the team, they backed each other up, they tease each other, they beat anyone fight anyone that insults one of them (How dare you insult us! Insult one you insult all!). Because they aren't just one, they are a team, a family, friends. A success, is all their success. A failure, is all their failure. One's happiness, is all their happiness. And ones sadness, is all their sadness. And it was their team that saved Bugaria from the wasp King. And we loved them all.

so some thoughts on “editing” ch 3 with regard to wanting stronger Vi story stuff: I want to keep the “turns out Vi was a huge dick to everyone” while also playing up the Hive actually being unsupportive

-talked about this vaguely before but I am now very set on “Violet” as a name being one she doesn’t like because it’s associated with the everything of the Hive. And everyone at the Hive calls her it, despite her (constant, loud) insistences not to, with if/when anyone actually calls her Vi being pretty heavily associated with them actually accepting her as is

-most of the bees I think had the reaction of “oh thank fuck she’s gone/good riddance” with her coming back resulting in annoyance/”what are you doing back here”/”oh you’re still alive.” Because as I said, Vi still was not exactly emotionally mature about everyone else either. They’re rude but within their rights, with probably some mixed opinions by the end

-honestly I think Malbee’s might have the least work because I think Vi directly saving her would end up in a “well I guess you being an explorer isn’t completely worthless” kind of opinion. so she can be chill with Vi based on that

-Queen Bianca I think might be the exception to the name thing where she initially calls her “Violet” but when Vi says something calls her Vi, but not because of immediately accepting her proper. I think her general thing would be that she’s like oh you want to be an explorer that’s cute but no honey that’s so dangerous. And when Vi comes back she’s like alright you had your fun for a bit but don’t you want to come home now? And she’s not passive aggressive or forceful or anything but that kind of “parent who cares and is trying to be kind but just never seems to get it” thing?

-Jaune. So I’m thinking do keep the “Vi being encouraged to make up with her and she tries to at first but it goes wrong” general thing. But the argument is a bit more explosive. I don’t have much specifics except Jaune heavily implies or outright says the idea that of course Vi’s on the only three-bug team she’s the dead weight they had to make up for (something along those lines). And just. Vi totally was rude about her sister’s art but Jaune was/is non-understanding and mean right back in the way siblings are. Probably also implies that she thinks Vi is super embarrassing to be associated with. Anyway after that argument Vi would be much less chill on reconciling (which is reflective of how overall it’s a very mixed bag even at the end of the chapter between Vi and the Hive).

-which turns into kind of two things post-ch 3. One is that Vi kind of gets a bit more of a Thing about proving herself, that she’s perfectly competent on her own (and in this process is being more mean to Kabbu and Leif because of everything going), which probably leads to her being dumb and reckless on a mission, possibly even trying to do something dangerous on her own so she can really show her teammates aren’t carrying her; eventually she learns that it’s ok to lean on them because if anyone else can’t value her as is without her proving stuff it’s not worth it, and she slowly learns to be more of a caring team member with these bugs she can actually be comfortable with (while still keeping some of her abrasiveness etc because that’s still an important part of her if they’d done the aa thing of just making her nice and sweet as character development I would die).

-And the second thing is that actually I like the thing Leif did about telling Vi to talk to her sister because “you never know what might happen what if you lose your chance.” But what if we made it a problem too. which by that I mean lean into Leif and Kabbu’s damage being about losing people so that they end up projecting onto her and end up really pushing her on this path of reconciling over anything else because “they’re your family you should appreciate them and try to play nice with them for the sake of having them around” and the two of them end up accidentally ignoring what might actually be best for Vi in all this because of their own hangups and that has to get resolved too. Somehow.

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Happy Reala day!

Hoooooo, boy! I finished this comic in the winter of 2021 and had to wait so long to post it. But the original idea goes back to 2015 when I was new to the fandom So this little comic has been cooking for quite a while…

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So this is my headcanon of how Claris’ and Reala’s friendship started. But most importantly, where Reala has been all this time between his defeat in NiD and April fool’s event in Christmas NiGHTS

Fever

Sicktember 2021 - Day 1

As the back of their fingers reached A’s cheek, B paused. A felt warm. Slightly too warm.

A comes down with a fever, their partner B takes care of them.

B chuckled at the program. It was a Friday night tradition to get take away and spend the evening on the sofa watching whatever entertainment show of the week happened to be on, followed by a movie. Tonight was no exception.

A was curled up next to B with their head on a pillow in B’s lap. This was one of the standard arrangements.

Sometimes B would lay with their feet in A’s lap (and if they were lucky, get a foot massage). Sometimes it was the other way around. Some days they would push the table to the side and put their feet up on the ottoman, snuggled together under the same quilt.

But tonight A had felt a bit chilled and wanted to cozy up under a warm blanket. Which led to the current situation, with a blanketed A resting their head in B’s lap.

What was unusual however, which B just noticed, was that A was sleeping. Sure, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for A to fall asleep. But normally it would happen later in the evening, towards the end of the movie.

B smiled fondly down at A’s sleeping form. “Hey, sleepyhead,” they began in a low voice, barely louder than a whisper. They raised their hand to stroke their cheek and continued, “you’re gonna wake up at 4am if you fall asleep now.”

As the back of their fingers reached A’s cheek however, B paused. A felt warm. Slightly too warm. They pressed down just a tiny bit more firmly, then slid their hand up to press their palm against A’s forehead.

This confirmed it. A was definitely running a fever.

B had just decided they should go get the thermometer when they heard a small voice.

“Mmh, that feels nice,” A said in a sleepy voice and let out a small sigh.

“What, this?” B asked as they adjusted their palm on A’s forehead.

“Yeah,” A said, eyes still closed.

With one hand still on A’s forehead, they touched the back of their fingers of the other to A’s cheek.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” B said softly, concern lacing their voice.

“M’okay, just a bit of a headache,” A replied sleepily.

“I think you’re running a temperature,” B said, feeling A’s neck with the back of their fingers, then stroking A’s cheek again.

“Stay right here, I’m gonna get the thermometer,” B said, carefully sliding out from underneath the pillow, trying not to jostle A too much.

A pouted but didn’t say anything. They did however wrap the blanket tighter around themselves. B noticed.

“Are you cold?” B asked.

“A bit,” answered A and pulled the blanket right up to their chin.

B leaned down and rubbed A’s arm, more for comfort than to create heat. “I’ll be right back.”

B returned shortly, carrying a thermometer, a glass of water, and A’s duvet. They began by putting the first items on the table. Then they gently laid the duvet on top of A’s already blanketed form and proceeded to tuck them in tightly.

“There we go, that should make it better in a moment,” B said with a soft smile. Then they knelt down next to A. Picking up the thermometer they continued: “Okay, let’s see what we’re dealing with here.”

A looked up at B as they held the thermometer close, and somewhat reluctantly opened their mouth to let B insert the thermometer.

Once B was sure that A held the thermometer in place by themselves, B let go and looked up into A’s eyes. They were bright and glassy with fever.

“Oh, honey,” they all but whispered while reaching out to cup A’s flushed cheek. A sighed and leaned into B’s cool touch.

B stayed kneeling next to A until the thermometer beeped, at which point they took it out and read the verdict.

“101.2,” B stated and looked at A. “Would you like something for the fever, for the headache?” A nodded.

B fetched a pill from the medicine cabinet which A gratefully accepted.

“Do you want to go to bed now?” B asked once A had swallowed the pill.

A pouted. “No, I want to stay out here with you.”

B couldn’t help but smile. “I’d go with you of course,” they said, ruffling A’s hair slightly and then immediately smoothing it down again.

A considered for a moment and then said “No, I want to watch a movie. We always do.”

B thought that if A had already fallen asleep once, they’d most likely not stay awake for the movie. But they didn’t argue. They just smiled warmly and nodded. “Okay. Let’s watch a movie.”

B slipped back in under the pillow so that A was once again resting their head in B’s lap. They decided on a movie and settled down to watch.

B would alternate between slowly running their fingers through A’s hair, gently massaging their neck, and tracing their fingers along the shell of A’s ear; all things they knew A liked and which would hopefully make them feel more relaxed and comfortable.

Occasionally B would look down and see how A was doing. They managed to stay awake for much longer than B expected. But it was only a matter of time before A fell asleep, softly snoring into the pillow.

Once the movie was over, B slowly woke A up. They hated to do so, but knew that A would sleep better in the bed, in their pyjamas, teeth brushed. And A would need lots of restful sleep, so B insisted. A was a bit dazed but didn’t complain.

But after only a few hours, A woke up. It was still dark and they knew they should go back to sleep. But no matter how much they tried, they just couldn’t.

They’d been so cold earlier that evening, but now they were starting to feel too hot instead. They pushed away the duvet. But then their feet got cold so they pulled it back over their feet and legs.

They kept turning over to try and get more comfortable, but nothing was helping. And the pyjama shirt was suddenly very rough on their skin. Even when they were perfectly still it felt like every seam was digging into their skin.

A’s movements had slowly been waking B up, and when they heard A whimper they were instantly awake. They sat up quickly, turned on the bedside lamp and looked over at A. “What’s wrong?”

A winced and covered their eyes at the brightness. Then their hands fell to their pyjama top, pulling at the collar.

“It hurts,” was all they managed.

B looked A over in concern. “Where?”

“This,” B said, pulling on their pyjamas once again. “And it’s too hot and too cold and I can’t sleep,” they added in a voice sounding more and more as if they were going to cry at any moment. Their breathing was shallow and more rapid than usual.

B leaned over and put the back of their hand to A’s forehead. It was dry and very warm.

Looking over at A’s bedside table they noticed that the glass of water was empty.

“I’m gonna get you some water,” B began, sliding their hand down to caress A’s cheek with the back of their fingers. “But first I’d like to take your temperature again. I think your fever’s gone up.”

First they helped A out of their pyjama top. Then they propped up A to a slightly more seated position and placed the thermometer under their tongue.

“I’ll get you some more medicine, okay,” B more stated than asked. A nodded. B’s heart broke for them. They looked exhausted, and the feverish flush had spread, covering most of their face and was creeping down their arms and chest as well.

B hurried away, returning soon after with a pitcher of water and a fever reducer.

They refilled A’s glass, and when the thermometer beeped they checked the number and frowned. 102.6. B looked over at A with concern. Their eyes were even brighter and glassier now.

“Here, take this,” B said, handing A the pill and the glass. A swallowed the pill.

“I want you to drink all of it, I don’t want you to get dehydrated,” B said with a concerned voice.

A emptied the glass. B refilled it from the pitcher and placed both back on the nightstand.

Then B helped A lay down again. Doing so they felt how hot A’s skin was. No wonder they were feeling uncomfortable.

They wanted to give A a hug, but were afraid that doing so would only hurt them or make them feel worse. They settled on trying to make A feel better in other ways.

“Here, see if this helps a bit,” B said, slipping their hand under A’s neck and carefully lifting A’s head and torso up so they could turn A’s pillow over.

As A settled back down on the cool side of the pillow they closed their eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

This gave B an idea.

They hurried away and returned with another pitcher of water and a few cloths. They sat down next to A and put the first cloth in the pitcher. They wrung it out, folded it once, then used it to very gently dab A’s face.

B let the cloth rest on A’s warm skin, cooling it down. First they held the cloth to their right cheek, then their left. Then they proceeded to wipe their chin and nose, before folding the cloth again and placing it on their forehead.

Then they wetted another cloth and held it against the sides and front of A’s neck, before slipping it in behind A’s neck and letting it rest there.

B continued with the rest of the cloths, wiping down A’s shoulders, arms and chest. All the while they noticed how A’s breathing was slowing down, and they were beginning to take deeper breaths. A good sign, B thought.

Once the final cloth was placed over A’s collarbones, they seemed to have calmed down enough to possibly be able to go back to sleep. Plus, at this point the medicine should have started doing its job.

B turned off the light and laid down on their side of the bed. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darkness, but soon they could see the rise and fall of A’s chest. They were now breathing so steadily and deeply that B hoped they’d fall asleep soon, if they hadn’t already. But suddenly they heard a small voice.

“Thank you.”

B almost chuckled at that. “Oh sweethart, you don’t need to thank me.”

A turned their head to look at B. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

B would have pulled A into a tight hug, if they weren’t afraid that would counteract much of the effort they’d just put in trying to cool A down.

“And I you,” they replied, settling for caressing A’s cheek with the back of their fingers, relieved that A was sounding calmer and more coherent now. It was still too warm, but slightly cooler than it had been. “Do you think you can sleep?”

A paused for a moment, then said “Will you trace my back?”

B smiled fondly. “Yes, of course.”

As A turned over to their side, facing away from B, the cloth on their forehead slipped down. B reached over and picked it up, turned it over and placed its cooler side back on A’s forehead.

They then laid down facing A, reaching out their hand to start tracing their fingers up and down A’s back in featherlight touches.

A gave a deep sigh and B could feel them become even more relaxed.

“I love you.”

It was barely audible, but B was just able to hear it.

“I love you too,” they whispered back.

B kept lightly touching A’s back in long, slow strokes, until they could hear the soft snoring which let them know they A was finally getting the restful sleep that they so desperately needed.

I love the way you write soft whump!! Would you consider writing a sickfic in which A is very sick (fever, weakness, the works) but keeps trying to get up and do things so B and C have to band together to keep them in bed and take care of them?

thank you so much!! and thanks for being patient - this was a perfect prompt for @sicktember!

sicktember day 30: get back in bed!

“Finally got them back in bed,” C says, walking back into the living room where B is watching TV. 

“What was it this time?” B asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

C huffs a laugh. “They were trying to reorganize the bookshelves.” 

B rolls their eyes. “Why? You wouldn’t catch them dead doing that if they were healthy.” 

C shrugs. “I guess fevers make them restless? In any case, they should be–”

A crash interrupts their train of thought, and both B and C look up the stairs, groaning in unison as they head back to A’s bedroom. 

But A’s not in the rumpled covers, nor are they in B or C’s beds (of which they tried to change the sheets twice already today). No, this time they’ve crawled to the bathroom, where they’re carefully lining up all the bath products from the cupboard along the floor next to the shower. A blanket’s tangled around their shoulders, and their hair is sleep-mussed and wild.

“A, honey,” B kneels down next to them, laying a hand on their shoulder. “You shouldn’t be up.” 

“I have to return these, B. There’s too many.” Their voice is scratchy, frantic, and their glassy eyes are wide. “But I can’t find the shampoo.” They’re clutching a bottle of body wash to their chest, lower lip trembling like they’re ready to burst into tears. 

B presses their other hand against A’s forehead, then looks up at C with worried eyes. “Their fever’s worse.” 

C nods, kneeling down on the floor next to the other two. “A? We can take care of this later. Right now, you need to get back in bed.” They gently pry the bottle out of A’s trembling hand and hoist them up, B with their arm around their other side. A is dead weight between them, and C catches B’s eyes as they stumble down the hallway.

“Desperate measures?” C asks.

“Desperate measures,” B replies.

When they get to the bedroom, C pours another dose of flu medicine into the small plastic cup, and B helps prop A up on the bed so they can choke the cherry-flavored liquid down. Afterwards, they ease A back under the covers, then C and B take their places on both sides of them.

“What….what’re you doing?” A’s still out of it, but they’re lucid enough to know that C and B are two unusual additions to their bed.

“Making sure you stay,” B says, gently tapping A’s nose. “Close your eyes and let the medicine do the work. We’ll be right next to you.”

A looks like they want to argue, but their eyes are already slipping shut, and the protests die on their lips. In minutes, they’re unconscious, as evidenced by their short, shallow breaths. B leans up on one elbow, casting a nervous glance at C.

“They’re really sick, aren’t they?” B’s voice is hardly more than a whisper.

C nods. “Yeah, they are.” They gaze down at A’s sleeping form, raising a hand to brush a lock of their hair behind their ear. “But they’ll be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”

Still, neither of them leave A’s side for the rest of the night.

Hi could you write something where A has been hiding sickness for a while now, but suddenly B got sick as well (maybe got it from A) and everyone else are too busy so they ask A to take care of B not knowing A is worse off? Maybe A even gave up some comfort items or the last meds for B?

just a disclaimer that this is all in good fun and not actually recommended treatment for the following illness - I just wrote purely from vibes lol 😆

A suppresses another cough in the corner of their elbow, disguising it as a clear of their throat. They’ve definitely felt off for the past week or so - deep aches and chills all the way to their bones, a constant cough, and the desire to just stay curled up in bed - but they’re not going to tell anyone that.

Instead, they pull on a sweatshirt and head down to the kitchen to make themselves a cup of tea to ease their shivers, praying that today is the day they finally take a turn for the better.

“Hey, have you seen the hot water bottle anywhere?” C bursts into the room, eyes searching urgently, just as A takes their first sip.

“Um…yeah, it’s in my room.” And it’s been my constant companion for the last two nights because I ache all over and can’t get warm for anything. “Why?”

“B woke up not feeling great, so I was gonna grab it and give it to them. You’re good if I take it?”

“…Sure.” A rolls their shoulders, rubbing their aching joints and trying to stretch out their sore muscles. They’ll take a hot bath later, then.

“Thanks,” C says, darting back out of the room, then suddenly poking their head back in. “Hey, A?”

“Hmm?”

“Listen, I’ve got a bunch of errands to run today and a work meeting I’ve got to go into the office for, and D’s working later at the hospital, so do you think you could look after B?”

A shrugs, clearing their throat. “Sure.” If C’s asking them, then B must be much worse off than them - so they owe it to them to suck it up and help out.

After they finish their tea, they head upstairs to B’s room. B’s curled up in bed reading a book, hot water bottle laying on their stomach.

“How’re you feeling, B?” Despite not feeling well themselves, A has to admit that B looks a little wan and peaked.

B sets the book down, coughing into their elbow. “I’m okay. Just a fever, aches, that sort of thing.” Their voice is scratchy, but they’re clear-eyed and alert.

Same as them a few days ago, then. Guilt washes over A - if they’d have just confessed to being sick, they could’ve isolated and B would be okay. This is all my fault. “Well, can I get you anything?” They try to brighten their voice, but overdo it and it just comes out sounding forced.

But if B notices, they don’t let on. “Maybe….some cough medicine? It’s all in my chest, and coughing hurts.” They rub their breastbone with a wince, pulling the hot water bottle over their chest.

“On it.” A shuffles off to the bathroom, pulling the brown bottle they know all too well from the medicine cabinet. There’s only a little left, but they don’t even give it a second thought - B needs it more, and they can text C to grab more while they’re out. Their hands tremble as they pour the remainder of thick liquid into the little cup, and they squeeze their eyes shut to try and stop shaking. Come on, A. Get it together.

By the time A sets the dose of cough medicine on the nightstand, their vision’s swirling in their eyes. Even walking to the bathroom was exhausting.

“A, are you alright?” B sits up in bed, eyebrows furrowed as they pick up the dose and knock it back. “You’re really pale.”

“I’m…I’m fine.” A sudden shudder rattles their teeth and they lean on B’s bed for stability. Despite their layers, their whole body’s just gone ice cold, a sheen of cold sweat and goosebumps covering their body. They tilt toward the bed and lean heavily against the mattress, bracing themselves with both their arms, suddenly finding it hard to take a full breath between the deep, painful coughs.

“A, I’m serious, are you sure you’re…”

But A doesn’t hear the rest as their knees slip, and they’re falling down, down…..

“A. Wake up. Come on, now.” B’s raspy voice cuts through the haze, commanding with an edge of fear. They’re out of bed and on the floor with them, looking just as shaken as A feels. “Get up. Please.”

A blinks awake, immediately aware that B’s at their side, tugging at their sweatshirt, trying to lift them off the floor.

“A. Get in bed. Now.” B’s voice is someone between stern and on the verge of tears. A’s so spent that they can’t even respond verbally, so as B half-lifts them with their remaining strength, A claws at the comforter to pull themselves up, up, until they tip onto the covers in a heap next to B. They cough deeply, the effort burning in their chest, and moan slightly. In a minute, they’ll get up and care for B.

“A….are you sick too?” B’s crackly voice sounds small and scared, and A wishes that they could spare them from this.

I should’ve said something. This is my fault. I’m sorry.

But a sob is the only thing that can escape their lips as they nod. They’ve been trying and trying so hard not to bother anyone with this, and now they’re collapsing in front of the only other sick person in the house.

“God, A, why didn’t you say something?” The words are angry, but A can hear the tremble in B’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” A weeps. “I just didn’t know what to say.”

“Hey, hey, you’re alright. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.” B clears their throat, resting a hand on A’s shoulder. “You’re just scaring me, is all. Tell me what’s up.”

“I’m so cold,” A chatters weakly, hugging themselves. That’s all they can get out, anyways. In reality, they’re feverish and cold to the bone, shivering from head to toe, and their chest is on fire. They’ve barely done anything and yet they can’t catch their breath, and the air feels thick and heavy when they breathe.

B hurriedly covers them with a blanket, pulling them close and rubbing their shoulders, pressing the hot water bottle to their chest. A clings to it like a lifeline against their sore chest, but the chills still course through their body. Nothing warms them - they’re slowly freezing from the inside out, even though they can feel their head and joints burning with fever.

The next hours (or days - A’s lost all sense of time) are an absolute blur. They’re aware of a voice shouting, thought they sound like they’re underwater, even though there’re right next to them. Hands tug at their clothing, pulling off their sweatshirt, and in their fevered dreams, vultures peck away at them, and they’re unable to fight off the vicious birds. Cold, damp rags are laid across their forehead and over their chest and stomach, and to them, they’re trapped in the deepest ocean, and seaweed wraps around them and chokes the life out of them.

And the shakes - god, the shakes are unlike anything they’ve ever felt. Great, rolling earthquakes of chills from their core that rattle their bones and teeth so hard they’re scared they’ll break. At times, it seems the only thing keeping them together is the warm arms that hold them tight and the gentle whisper of comforting words in their ear.

When A surfaces from the dark hell they’ve been trapped in, they realize they’re still in B’s bed, covered in piles of blankets. D hovers next to them, fiddling with a small orange bottle, and the night table has been filled with all sorts of medical paraphernalia - medicine bottles, a nebulizer, a stethoscope and box of tissues. Perks of living with a doctor, they think, but they’re too drained to poke fun at B about it.

They’re acutely aware of feeling worse than they had earlier. Everything aches - their arms, their legs, their back and shoulders, especially their chest, and even shifting in bed is painful. Not to mention that they’re still freezing, and they can’t take a deep breath.

“What….happened?” They rasp, coughing between each word.

“Hon, you’ve got pneumonia.” D slides onto the bed next to them, pushing A’s hair back off their forehead to feel their fever. “How long were you feeling this bad?”

A shrugs. “Couple days.” D gives them a pointed look, but doesn’t push further. Instead, they pop open the small bottle and tap two pills into their hand.

“Take these,” D says. “B called me at the hospital freaking out, and we were able to chat with the doctors and get some antibiotics to pump into you for the next few days.”

A’s too tired to respond to that, so they just oblige as D slips the bitter medicine under their tongue, then props their head up so they can sip some water to chase them. As they sit up, the blankets slip from their shoulders and allow the cool air of the room underneath, setting off another round of shivers that send them clutching at the covers. D hurriedly tucks A back in, gently rubbing at their shoulders.

“Shhhh, you’re alright. You’re okay.” The chills seize their body for what feels like an hour, but finally, A stops shivering enough to ask the question on their brain.

“B, how’s B?”

“Fine. We still think they’ve got a bad cold, but they shouldn’t get nearly as bad as you if we take care of them.” D smiles sadly, gazing up at the ceiling. “They’re in your room - we didn’t want to move you.”

As if on cue, B pokes their head in the door, blanket wrapped around their shoulders. A’s awake enough to see them lean against the door, exhausted from their own illness.

“B, I thought I told you to stay-“

“Is A okay?” B asks it in that crackly, worn out voice of theirs.

D glances back at A. “Still pretty sick. But we’ve got some medicine in them now. Once C gets back with the rest of the prescription, I think we’ll be out of the woods.”

B nods, coughing into their own elbow. “Sorry you’re sick, A.”

A nods, stifling a coughing fit of their own, cinching the covers up to their chin. In that moment, B darts back into the room, carefully settling on the bed next to A while D’a back is turned. When D sees it, they exhale and roll their eyes at B’s clinginess. “B, you need rest. Go back to-“

“Can’t I stay here? Just for a little bit?” B’s voice is pleading, and they nestle closer and rest their head ever so gently near A’s stomach.

D finally relents. “A few minutes. But only until their nebulizer treatment’s done. You push it, and you’ll end up like A here.”

B nods, sneaking under one of A’s many blankets and wrapping an arm around A’s waist. D fiddles with something on the nightstand and turns around with the mask of the nebulizer in their hand, then gently eases it over A’s face.

“There. That’ll help your breathing a bit.” D rubs their hands together and surveys the room, and with every breath of the medicine A wants nothing more than to throw their arms around D and thank them for helping them be able to breathe better. But D leaves to go get something else, and B curls closer, pressing themselves into A’s side like they’re scared they’ll fade away.

“Don’t you ever sacrifice yourself like that again, okay?” B’s voice is shaky, and they gently rub A’s side.

A nods weakly, letting their tired eyes fall shut. They wish they could pull B close, but they can’t bring themselves to pull their arms out from under the warmth of the covers. So instead, they just roll toward B and hope they get the message. And from the way B hugs them tighter, A thinks they do.

Emergency! S02E04

[Vi (derogatory)]

is there a (real) doctor in the house..?

If my heart has to be stabbed so does yours

"survive" with vi, for the color palette prompt

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

this is probably my favorite bugtober i’ve done so far, mostly cause the stylization was super fun to do, it’s not canon but it was still fun, the prompt was “hope”

One of these days I’ll draw a proper bug fables comic, these are super scribbly but I figured i’d post them! 

something about two kids who are visiting the ant kingdom and go play explorer in the outskirts. and some bigger kids tell them about the haunted cave where roaches used to live but now not even lesser bugs will go in. and of course as future explorers they have to check it out! and so they go on plenty of adventures and maybe kids are really small and can get into places adults can't. and perhaps they stumble into a zombie village, and even get to meet the reluctant zombie prince...

※幼児化要素有り

‘　I can easily imagine a small, grumpy, sleepy Leif. ’

uh oh baby time