#drinking medicine

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Kudüs Fatihi Selahaddin Eyyubi 10. Bölüm

Prompt: "Wounded Warrior"

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[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[greenlaut]

bitter tea & oranges

[teamedstud]

29.07.2023

Spent most of the day in the library, felt so cozy in such a rainy day. 🍃🌧️

[olsmad-illo]

Kasuga caught a bug, and it’s Nomoto’s turn to nurse her back to health.

I’m also sick with covid rn and I tried making yaki onigiri for the first time, which made me want to draw this!

[sandeewithtwoe]

Ok since requests are open I can stop being anon lol- (anxiety)

Apparently sans canonically drinks alcohol???

So can I request some alcoholic sans?

I imagine his alcohol tolerance is the same as Reigen Arataka (meaning none at all) so one day Grillby just stopped giving him alcohol and instead gave him ketchup

[ilikedetectives]

Minthara is honorary Southeast Asian Auntie in my eyes

Shortest one in the group and always stands on boxes/stairs for better view

The way she roasts people by simply stating her observations in a deadpan manner

Will protect if outsiders bully you, but that doesn't mean her roasts end though

Calls people names in her mother's tongue so they don't understand

Will do and say everything else under the sun to show that she loves you, except saying "I love you" (because she was never taught such phrase growing up)

Bothered by the sun, checks a few times a day for blemishes

Complains food outside of home is bland (probably along the line of "This soup is so bland I can wash the bowls with it.")

Insults others by comparing them to dogs

Stands like an immobile log (🧍‍♀️) when hugged, if you're lucky you get an awkward pat on the back

Will happily instigate violence by snitching

Simply does NOT like the little rascals/urchins running around, especially near her

Indirectly, but in a forward way, proposes to someone after first date by asking them to go to her hometown with her

Microdosing partner with purple shrimp paste poison, otherwise they won't survive the trip in her hometown

Will pet and spoil the dog/cat when nobody is looking

Raised by a tiger mom

Has an impeccable garden full of questionable plants

You do NOT want to be on the receiving end of her flying chancla/flip flop

Bonus: loves Ulaver wine (drow green wine: alcoholic beverage fermented with vegetation and fungus of the Underdark). And here's the Vietnamese fermented green mushroom wine (rượu nấm lim xanh)

[gildy-locks]

Someone send me random information you have.

[ladykyriaa]

It's 4 am and you know what I would love aside from Jinmao finally, officially going canon?

People knowing about Jinmao. Like imagine their reactions if they knew that the creepy poison obsessed gremlin that they knew of managed to bag one of the if not, the hottest most beautiful nymph to have ever existed

What more the aforementioned gremlin is currently chasing one the crystal palace ladies, smiling like a peverted old man "why won't you let mE HAVE A BIT OF YOUR SALIVA" "leaVE ME tHE FuCK aLONE"

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPCEMBER day 26:

Prompt: "Collapse"

Kuruluş Osman 139. Bölüm

@whumpcember

[theanoninyourinbox]

Two Days Of Art Later

Guess Who Got Clangen!

@officialclangen

[heardatmedschool]

“Who says that a RedBull doesn’t belong in a balanced breakfast?”

Probably anyone with some sense of self-preservation.

[abyssruler]

DOTTORE REQUEST TIME!!!!!!

i may be projecting a bit here but what abt….. a reader who is ill but has an intense phobia of anything medical related, sort of like a hurt/comfort situation? i am physically licking your blog rn. 🕺

an apple a day

dottore x gn!reader

a sick person with intense fear of anything medical related and a doctor with a bit too much homicidal tendencies are locked in a room together. it goes about as well as you would expect — which is to say, not at all. exceptions can be made, however, such as when the sick person is the homicidal doctor’s significant other.

fluff(?), soft dottore, mentioned death and unethical methods (among other stuff) but this is a dottore fic it’s practically a staple

anon, i’m sorry, i know you said hurt/comfort but i am physically unable to write dottore in any genre other than crack, comedy, dark, or spicy stuff. i did try my best tho!

He doesn’t like it when you rebel against him, even less when you get sick. It’s hard to decipher the expression he has on at the moment, but you’ll settle for exasperated.

“I don’t want it!” you yell, cowering in the corner of your bed and raising the blanket up to your mouth.

Dottore stands beside your bed with a pill and a glass of water in both hands. He’s been at it for hours, trying to convince you to drink the medicine he personally made to suit your tastes after you said you didn’t like how bitter medicine always tasted.

“It’s either this or an injection. My patience is running thin, pet.” His voice held the promise of being true to his words. No matter how much it should make you see sense, all you could think about was how that pill would get stuck in your throat and then you’d be subjected to the awful and bitter aftertaste of it, even though he already said it shouldn’t taste that bad.

A shiver runs through you, feeling cold even with two layers of blankets settled on top of you. Your head feels like it’s about to explode, your nose stuffed and throat dry. You know you should just suck it up and drink the pill, but even the thought of doing so makes anxiety creep to your chest. It’s irrational and stupid, Dottore said as much, and he’s right, but as much as you want to be able to just get on with it so you can finally get some much needed sleep, you just can’t. You physically can’t. It feels like your insides are going to twist itself every time you imagine going through with it.

“Or would you prefer one of my segments do this in my place?” He asks, threatens, more like. He knows how rough his younger selves are compared to him, knows that you realize exactly what having them here in his stead would mean. The younger ones would give you a warning just to be nice, a sentiment they don’t offer anyone else, before pinning you down the bed and plunging a needle through your skin to get it over with. Perhaps the older ones would be more gentle with you considering how you feel about it all, but they’re still far less patient than Dottore himself.

You groan in displeasure, feeling stubborn tears well in your eyes at how unfair he’s being. Throwing your blanket over your head, you close your eyes and try and blink the tears away, sniffling as your nose became more runny than it did before. Hiding yourself under the blankets isn’t going to solve anything — it certainly won’t instantly heal your sickness — but it does show how displeased you are with him.

Dottore hums at your behavior. You’re lucky he treasures you as much as he does, else you would have ended up as extra parts in a machine. Anyone else who dared to treat him like this would have met a slow, painful death, and that’s only if he decides they should be granted the luxury of it.

The side of your bed dips with the weight of another person. “What will I have to do to get you to drink your medicine, hm?”

You peek your head from beneath the covers, finding him staring at you, the impatience gone from his eyes. You purse your lips, “I don’t want the pill.”

“And what it is that you want?”

You startle at the question. Thinking for a moment, you recall a memory from your childhood, back in the days when all they had you drink for medicine was—

“Syrup,” you say, blinking up at him almost hopefully. “Something easy to swallow and doesn’t taste bad.”

He reaches a hand to idly twirl a strand of your hair in his finger. “Any other requests?”

“Um, raspberry flavored maybe?”

“Shall I add any sedatives?”

You glare, narrowing your eyes at him in warning. “The last time you did that, I was delirious for a week.”

He grins, showcasing rows of sharp teeth and sounding utterly unapologetic as he says, “Apologies.”

“I mean it. Don’t add anything suspicious to it, okay?” You grab his hand, squeezing it threateningly despite the state you’re in. He gazes down at you with amusement.

“Of course, whatever my pet wants.”

“And stop calling me your pet, people will think it’s some weird kink.”

Dottore’s lips twist, an almost teasing lilt to it — or as teasing as he can be. “Isn’t it, though?”

“I’m gonna blow my nose on you.”

He laughs.

[missd476]

I haven't been feeling well lately, so I drew my comfort character not feeling well.

[whumpookies]

Kadar bölüm 4

After being shot Kadar is attended to..