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Recent fics:

80. Arnie with concussion + Hector and Isaiah angst/fluff

81. Matt sick from his shadow + Isaiah for comfort

82. Seline with period cramps at cinema with Isaiah + Hector and Arnie show up

83. Rip with a stress headache after a fight with Dylan + Isaiah

84. Matt passes out in the park + Hector + Olive

85. Matt fluff and comfort with Seline and Isaiah

86. Fluffy Isaiah and Seline date + slight overeating

87. Isaiah collapses from heart attack + Matt and Seline at the hospital

88. Waiting at the hospital Sel + Matt angst

89. Isaiah wakes up after the operation + nauseous Matt + Seline

90. Isaiah more coherent after surgery + super nausous + Matt

91. Selie calls Dylan + breakdown at McDonalds

92. Dylan sick from greasy food + Rip clumsy caretaker

93. Isaiah at the hospital + flashback + Seline with blisters + Isaiah taking care of her

94. Hector sick from sensory overload at a light show + Olive

95. Part 2: Hector nausous from the light show + Arnie

96. Matt runs into his oldest sister Melissa at the hospital + protective Seline

97. Isaiah back home + argues with Seline

98. Isaiah talks with Arnie + gets nausous from stress

99. Isaiah sick while talking with Hector and Arnie part 2

Vacation saga:

100. Seline, Matt and Arnie at the airport + sick Arnie + Matt reluctant caretaker

101. Nausous Isaiah during the road trip + Hector + Dylan and Rip

102. Hector sick from spicy food on the road + Isaiah

103. Arrival and the reunion of the group

104. Rip training + upset and sick after an incident + Isaiah

105. Heat exhaustion and sunburned Matt + Arnie + Seline

106. Hector falls off a sea scooter and drinks seawater + bit of Matt part 1

107. Hector sick from seawater part 2 + Isaiah

[lickstynine]

It's by no means a masterpiece but here's Kiera, Nicola, and kids.

[emetoandotherthings]

🌪️🍄for Eden, Jude, Eppie, Aleks, Murray, Zara, and Rowan

Yoo, thank you J! 💙

🌪an event that it would be interesting to see my OC respond to, but which will never happen in canon

Eden - SPOILER ALERT............ Jethro dying Jude - A girl like full on hitting on him and him not getting it at all Eppie - Whooo boy, Peter turning up and telling Eppie that he accepts her Aleks - Honestly, I can’t think of anything which could *never* happen to Aleks... I’m open to many fields of torture.. Murray - Going on a beach holiday Zara - Deciding she wants to keep/raise her baby herself Rowan - Having a horrific fall from a horse and being told she’ll never walk again...

🍄one type of AU that would be interesting to place this OC in

Eden - Coffee shop/Book store owner AU Jude - Harry Potter AU (who wouldn’t want to see Jude at Hogwarts??) Eppie - Come on, a Vampire AU Aleks - One where his mother was still alive Murray - I want him at Hogwarts too! Zara - A royalty AU (come on, that dynamic would totally work - disgruntled Zara having to be prim and proper?) Rowan - Apocafic

[i-am-too-sick]

I'm sure you've gotten plenty of sick-with-a-stranger submissions already, but I'll offer mine cause why not. So maybe Orrin goes out on his own, he has an errand to run or a movie he wanted to see or whatever. It probably would've been fine if he hadn't been coming down with something. He knows he should stay home till he feels better, but doesn't, cause he's Orrin. He ends up pukey and faint in a public bathroom (or somewhere even more public) and some kind passing bastard takes pity on him.

Nov(emeto)ber Day 14: Sick With a Stranger

Watch me inadvertently add/include a possible brand new character to the line up. Oops.

@monthofsick

Warning(s): vomiting

Orrin had decided not to take Ruby with him tonight. He was only going to the movies—a nice, leisurely activity that was sure to relax him and keep his heart rate steady.

But he hadn't been feeling that great, and in order to avoid the lecture on how he should take better care of himself, he decided that he needed to get out of the house, the fever chills that rose the hair on his arms and the funny rumbling feeling in his stomach be damned.

He took the bus, and it felt nice not to be stared at for having a dog at his heels. He blended in with the crowd, an insignificant speck in a rolling sea of people, and he absolutely loved it.

By the time he got to the theater, he was downright queasy. Hot bubbles of air kept escaping through his mouth and he did everything to muffle the sounds behind his hands. The greasy, buttery smell of popcorn only turned his stomach more, and the lobby felt like the air conditioning was on full blast. He was freezing.

He was starting to think that coming out on his own was a huge mistake. He felt like he was truly coming down with something now and whatever it was, it was hitting hard and fast.

He stood in line behind a group of friends. They were waiting to give up their ticket stubs and they were all raucous and lively. One of them announced he was going to the bathroom, and it took every once of willpower Orrin had not to immediately follow him. He felt downright sick now, burping thickly but quietly into his fist.

The group moved along and Orrin was grateful not to have to endure the smell of their concessions or hear their voices that grated against his skull. He held out his ticket, just wanting to sit down in the cool, darkened theater.

"No minors past eight o'clock."

Orrin looked at the guy standing at the booth, irritation flashing in his eyes. "I'm 19."

The guy raised his eyebrow. "Do you have an ID?"

Orrin dug in his pockets, but came up empty. He'd bought his ticket online, so of course he'd forgotten his wallet at home.

"You can get a refund at the box office," the guy said, and he sounded sympathetic. He paused before he added, "Hey, buddy, you okay?"

Orrin blinked, confused, and it was only then that he realized he was swaying. He felt like he was pitching back and forth on a ship, and the chills from before were replaced by an intense heat the licked up the back of his neck. He was downright nauseous now and he could tell he was about to be sick.

Turning on his heel, Orrin made a beeline for the men's room, knocking into people in his haste for some privacy. He stomach lurched the moment he pushed the door open, and he barely had time to get to the sink before he heaved into the basin.

Nothing came up at first and each retch was a strain, scraping at his throat and bringing tears of exertion of his eyes. He folded his arms in front of the sink and waited, futilely hoping the nausea would abate.

"Are you all right?"

The genuine note of concern had Orrin looking up into the mirror, seeing the reflection of someone familiar. It was the boy from earlier, one of the ones who had been with the group in front of him. He was washing his hands and looking over at Orrin like he was afraid he might suddenly grow a second head.

Orrin felt something hot and acidic creeping up his throat and before he had a chance to answer otherwise, his lunch decided to make a reappearance. He retched and coughed, two more viscous waves of sick splattering into the sink, before only a trickle of the water he'd had at the house splashed onto the mess.

He felt far from finished, but the nausea seemed to have died down to a more manageable level. The real concern now was the jelly like consistency of his legs and the rushing sound of blood in his ears. He felt faint, and he stumbled back, saving himself from slamming his face into the counter if he passed out.

"Wow, easy there."

Two strong arms hooked themselves beneath Orrin's armpits and slowly lowered him to the floor. He'd forgotten all about the stranger who had been surreptitiously washing his hands beside him.

"Do I need to call an ambulance?"

Orrin shook his head and fumbled for the phone in his pocket. Quinn should be called at the very least. He unlocked his screen, his hands shaking as he searched his brother's name.

"Are you sure? You're white as a sheet and you look like you're about to pass out."

"I might," Orrin said without thinking.

The stranger's eyes widened, and he looked terrified. "Maybe I should get a manager." He seemed completely out of his element, and getting a manager meant that looking after Orrin was no longer his concern.

"Quinn," Orrin rasped, coughing and swallowing a bitter stream of saliva. "Call my brother Quinn."

"Uh...y-yeah, okay." The stranger took Orrin's phone, finding Quinn's name and pressing call.

Orrin listened as the stranger did his best to explain the situation. It was a hard thing to describe when he had no idea who he was talking to or even who he was talking about. Fortunately, it seemed as though Quinn got the gist, and after several minutes of frantically waving his arms and stammering into the receiver, the stranger hung up and rested the phone on Orrin's knee.

"I'm going to stay with you until he gets here," he said. He sounded like there were many other things he'd rather being doing instead, but he also sounded as though he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Probably a good idea," Orrin replied. He held up his arm, jingling the silver medical bracelet he wore on his wrist.

"Yeesh," the stranger said. It seemed as though he thought he should have waited until after the movie to use the bathroom. He handed Orrin a couple paper towels, before squatting down beside him. "My name is Teddy, by the way."

Orrin almost smiled. The stranger had bright red hair and big blue eyes—the name Teddy didn't really seem to fit him.

"Noted. I'm Orrin."

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Art by @lickstynine

Hildur’s due in 6 weeks!  

[sickdaysofficial]

Sickdays 4.0: Day 3: Made a Mess

written by @lickstynine​ and @ocsickficsideblog​, featuring my Kit and her Alistair and Julius. this is actually set slightly before our other recent collabs, possibly in November, definitely before Kit’s birthday.

tw for emeto and a lot of drinking

A loud knock echoed on the door of Julius and Alistair’s flat. Standing on the doorstep, shivery and a bit tipsy, was a grinning and remarkably good-looking redhead, dressed far too nicely for this cheap-ass apartment complex.

“Al! Julie! Let me iiiin!”

Julius answered the door quickly, his face breaking into a warm smile when he saw Kit. He was dressed in one of Alistair’s too big jackets with bare legs, clearly ready to settle down for the evening. “Hi, Kit! I didn’t know you were dropping by tonight,” he said, trying to imply that he didn’t usually greet guests half naked like this.

Kit shrugged, “Wasn’t planned. Just was in the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by. I brought drinks, and takeout.” He proudly held up bottles of wine and cartons of Indian food, which he’d picked specifically because there are so many vegetarian dishes. He brushed over the part where he had no reason to be in such a shitty part of town, and was simply super fucking lonely with Ellery working double shifts all week.

Julius smiled and ushered him in quickly. “That’s great! We haven’t eaten yet. Star is in the living room. Forgive our outfits, we weren’t expecting guests.”

“Doesn’t bother me.” Kit sashayed into the living room, grinning at his cousin. “How are you, Al?”

Alistair grinned at him too, though he rather wished he was wearing something cooler than plaid pyjama pants and a ratty black jumper that was half unravelling. “Hey. What’re you doing, slumming it in this shithole?”

“Bored, thought I might do something charitable and feed the hungry.” Kit teased. “I also brought wine, not that you’d want any. Can I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the couch.

“Go ahead. It won’t be of the quality you’re used to,” he quipped back. All their furniture had been bought from second hand shops, and was therefore all a little stained, worn out or tired looking.

Kit plopped down on the couch nonetheless, just needing to sit down after hiking across town to harass his cousin. “Want some food? Do you lot usually sit at the table, or can we eat here?”

“It depends. But we can eat here, that’s fine. Formal dinners put me off food after growing up in our family,” Alistair grumbled. “What did you bring?”

“Indian. Just some simple curry, nothing too spicy. I figured that’d be easy to share, and it’s veggie, so…” Kit shrugged, offering up the take-out cartons with a hopeful smile, like he was nervous that Alistair would reject his free food.

Alistair had reached the point where he would never reject free food, since he’d been fired from three jobs in six weeks. “Cool. We can never afford the more expensive takeaways. We can only get the ones that give you food poisoning,” Alistair muttered, only half-joking.

“If you need a bite, you can just phone me, you know. I can send over a pizza or something.” Kit replied, genuine worry shining in his eyes.

Alistair was about to say that he didn’t really want to be begging his cousin for money or food, when his kitten ran back into the room with a perky meow, having just finished her own meal. Alistair immediately softened as she curled up on his lap, stroking her gently with his fingertips.

Kit raised his eyebrows, one manicured finger reaching out to brush the kitten’s ear. “And who is this?”

Alistair rolled his eyes. “Star. Because Jules named her. He says he likes it that he calls Star and both me and the cat look up.”

“That’s ridiculous, Julie.” Kit scoffed, looking up at the small boy to specifically give him grief.

Julius grinned at him. “You don’t know how adorable it is, to call their names and see them both fix their big eyes on me,” he said fondly.

Kit rolled his eyes. “That’s lame.” He teased. “Are you going to come over here and eat or not?”

“Yes please,” Julius said eagerly, bouncing over to sit beside Kit. “Thank you for bringing this over.”

“Not a problem. I figured my presence would be more welcome if I came bearing gifts.” Kit handed out cartons of curry with napkins and plastic forks, waiting for the others to be ready before he started eating.

Alistair mumbled a thank you, naturally less polite. He truly was grateful for a decent meal that he didn’t have to pay for though, and he smiled at his cousin.

Kit smiled back, handing a carton to Julius as well before cracking open his own. “I’m starved,” He remarked, “I’ve been out of the house since breakfast.”

Julius blinked. “Goodness! Why? Have you been busy today?” he asked. Alistair just raised an eyebrow, knowing that Kit wasn’t usually one who was busy.

“Just out for a walk. I’ve been cooped up all week with nowhere to go.” Kit shrugged.

“That’s a long fucking walk if you haven’t been home since breakfast,” Alistair mumbled.

Kit’s cheeks flushed; he’d been out looking for friends all day, but all of them had been busy, since they actually had jobs and responsibilities.

“You can always come over here and sit with Star if you’re bored,” Julius suggested. “You could make sure he’s actually applying for jobs.”

“That I could. I didn’t know you still needed babysitting, little cousin.” Kit chuckled. He reached down by his feet, grabbing a bottle of wine. “Julie, you want a drink?”

“Only a small one,” Julius said, giggling.

Alistair scowled. “I fucking don’t.”

Kit laughed at Alistair, ignoring the younger boy’s whining to ask Julius, “do you have glasses?”

“I’ll go get some. Star, do you want any?” Julius asked. Alistair just shrugged sullenly, so Julius only grabbed two glasses.

Kit popped open the bottle; it probably wasn’t surprising that he had a corkscrew in one pocket. He accepted the glasses from Julius, pouring the younger boy a drink and handing it over before pouring his own.

Julius took a sip immediately, making the most of getting to taste quality wine for once. “How much did this cost?”

“Didn’t check,” Kit shrugged, “Just bought it.”

“I remember that,” Alistair said mournfully, as if he’d been living on the streets.

Kit rolled his eyes, ignoring the younger boy’s whining. “You done anything interesting since we last spoke?”

“I got a job and got fired in that time,” Alistair said.

“Christ.” Kit sighed, draining his wine glass and pouring more.

Julius sighed a little. “He’d only been there a few days too. I don’t suppose you know of any jobs with extremely tolerant managers, Kit?”

“Actually, I think one of my friends from literature class got promoted at his bookstore. Can’t recall if it was to supervisor or manager, but I’m certain he’d be happy to help you out.”

Alistair looked wary. “What sort of stuff would I do? Can you make it so I just stack books and don’t have to talk to people much?”

Kit rolled his eyes. “Obviously. No one would pay you to talk to people. Hold on, let me call him before I forget.” rather than finding somewhere sturdy to put his wine glass, he drained it and laid it in the lid of his takeout carton. Fishing through his coat pockets, he pulled out his phone, which was (surprisingly) three or four years old rather than brand new. “Let’s see… Nathan, Nina, Noah, Noelle, Oliver… ah! Osiris.” dialing the number, he sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder to pour another glass of wine.

Alistair wrinkled his nose. “Is he a weirdo? What sort of name is Osiris?”

Kit put his hand over the microphone to snap, “I can hang up right now if you’re going to be a shit.”

Alistair rolled his eyes. “It was just a question, touchy.”

“Well ask questions when I’m not on the phone.” Kit took his hand off the microphone as the number he was calling picked up. “Si! Glad you answered. It’s Ruby. I need a favour, if you can? My little cousin, he’s looking for work. Didn’t you say you needed people at the bookstore? Good, yes, okay, great. Thanks a ton, mate. I owe you. You can send it whenever. See you round.”

Alistair was about to make fun of the ‘Ruby’ nickname or bitch about being called a ‘little cousin,’ but he was taken aback now. “What, he hired me? Just like that?”

“It’s a pretty lax place, Al. They sell fiction books and comics and figurines, as long as you show up alive, you’re good. Si shows up high off his ass half the time, but he still gets his work done so they don’t care.” Kit replied, going back to his wine.

Alistair grinned. “He does? I might like it there then, if that sort of stuff goes on.”

“Exactly. I wouldn’t have recommended you to someone strict, it’d be a waste of time.”

“Yeah, it would. I don’t do well with that.”

“I know.” Kit rolled his eyes, pouring out more wine. “I believe you’re forgetting something.”

Alistair stared at him for a while, confused. In the end Julius mouthed it to him. “Oh. Thank you.” He paused. “Is that what you meant?”

“Yes. Christ, you don’t have to be a rich snob to have basic manners.” the older redhead snarked, offering Julius more wine.

Julius smiled apologetically, holding out his glass. “He’s getting much better…” he said gently.

Kit refilled Julius’s glass, offering a smile and draining his own. “I know.”

Alistair scowled. “Do you two have to talk about me like I’m a willful puppy you’re training?” he snapped.

“We’ll stop when you’re better behaved than a puppy.” Kit replied.

“I don’t piss on the floor. That’s better than a puppy.”

“Is that really your best claim to fame?” Kit scoffed.

Alistair rolled his eyes. “That’s all I’ve got right now. Even some puppies can hold down jobs as service animals or guide dogs.”

Kit laughed and rolled his eyes again. “I suppose so. It’s okay, though. We like you anyway.”

Alistair grinned at him. “Yes, and that’s very rare. So I’d better hang onto you two.” He leaned against his cousin’s shoulder fondly.

Kit smiled and ruffled Alistair’s hair before popping open another bottle of wine. “Julie, you want more?”

“I couldn’t have more, I have to go food shopping tomorrow,” he said, rather regretfully, since he didn’t want Kit drinking all of that himself.

Kit didn’t seem to mind, switching to drinking straight from the bottle. “Maybe I’ll tag along, if I’m still around.”

“That’ll be nice! I never usually have company,” Julius said.

“Well, I like shopping. I’ll gladly join you.” Kit smiled, wiping the faint burgundy stain from his lips with a cheap takeout napkin.

Julius bit his lip anxiously. “Are you going to drink all that yourself? You’ll get a headache.”

Kit chuckled, rolling his eyes as he emptied the wine bottle. “I have a bit of a higher tolerance than you, Julie.”

Julius leaned against his shoulder with a sigh. “Okay, if you’re sure…”

“I’ll be fine.” Kit shrugged, popping open a new bottle. He knew he really shouldn’t drink much more,  but there was an uncomfortable, lonely gloom in his mind that he couldn’t quite shake, and he hoped another bottle might do the trick.

Alistair raised his eyebrows. “What sorrow are you trying to drown today?” he asked dryly.

“I dunno, maybe the bane of being around you.” Kit was equally sarcastic in response.

Julius had been draining his glass of wine as Kit spoke, and he snorted and choked, coughing. Alistair scowled. “I’d rather you two didn’t bond over a mutual mockery of me.”

“Then give us something good about you to bond over.” Kit challenged.

Alistair paused, thinking. Then his shoulders drooped a little. “Hm. This is a really fun conversation,” he said flatly.

Kit’s tone softened and he pulled Alistair into his lap. “Don’t get down, Al. I’m just teasing. I wouldn’t have come round if I didn’t like seeing you.”

“Well there isn’t anything good, is there?” he sighed, looking a little confused about being cuddled up so close to his cousin. Julius shuffled close to the other two boys too, grabbing Alistair’s hand - he fully approved of hugs when somebody was sad.

“Of course there is!!” Kit argued. “You’re smart! And creative! And cute, in your broody little way. And even if you don’t want to admit it, you’re nice when it matters.” he was perhaps a little drunker than he’d realized, and hugging Alistair more closely and awkwardly than the younger boy was comfortable with.

Alistair blushed, looking alarmed. “Ahhh…thanks, Kit. But you don’t have to hug me like this.”

“But you need to know you’re looooved.” Kit gave Alistair another tight squeeze. Alistair squirmed uncomfortably in his cousin’s arms.

“You could…love me from a distance. About an arm length.” Alistair entreated Julius with his eyes, looking like a trapped animal.

Kit shook his head. “Nope. You need proper affection.” He clumsily patted Alistair’s hair.

“This…doesn’t feel like affection,” Alistair mumbled awkwardly. He tried to gently pull away. “I know you’re being nice and everything, but I’m not good with so much contact.”

“Oh. I… I just… sorry.” Releasing the younger boy, Kit brought his hands back to himself, grabbing a wine bottle in the process.

Alistair looked miserable too, especially as he saw Kit reaching for the bottle. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to function like a normal person…”

Julius grabbed one of each of their hands. “Shh, you two. It’s okay, anyone can see how you care for each other.”

“Shh, ssh, sh…” Kit patted at Julius’s hand… “I should shut up, shouldn’t I…” He mumbled.

“That’s not what I meant.” Julius squinted at Kit thoughtfully. “Are you feeling okay today?”

“‘M fine. Fiiiine. I… I left the house and everything, see? Put on pants, brushed my hair. ‘M fiiiiine.” Kit insisted, drooping over the arm of the couch. His momentum sent his glasses to the floor, clattering on the ground and sliding halfway under the couch. Too drunk to care, he just took another gulp of wine.

Julius leaned over him, brushing his hair off his face. “You don’t look yourself.” He paused. “Are you having a low day?” he asked, and Alistair looked over too, concerned.

“Low day?” Kit rolled his eyes, as if Julius has suggested he was an Olympic swimmer. “I don’t have low days. I’m fiiiiiiiiine.” That was a crock of shit right there. A jumbo crock of mega shit actually.

“Is that why you’ve been out of your house all day?” Julius persisted gently. Alistair took hold of Kit’s hand, looking upset.

“Why… why would I do that? If I was upset, I’d just sit at home and drink.”

“It must be hard sometimes, living in that big empty house,” Julius said.

Kit scoffed, in a pitiful attempt to deny Julius’s very accurate statement. “Nah. It’s… it’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I’m not… I’m not lonely. I have Ellery… who I haven’t seen all week… and… and the servants… who’ve been getting really sick of me… hell, sometimes, I even get to share the house with my dad, and he’s just the best.” It was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or trying to convince himself.

Julius caught Kit’s face in his hands. “You don’t have to pretend with us.”

“‘M not pretending… I.. I’m fine…” The ‘fine’ was just a feeble squeak this time, not nearly as persistent as before. Alistair squeezed his cousin’s hand tightly, leaving Julius to this, he was much better at it. Julius’s eyes softened even more.

“It’s okay. It’s okay to be lonely.”

“Yea, but I’m not okay. I’m a fucking mess.” Kit groaned, draining the rest of the wine bottle and burying his face in the arm of the couch.

Julius and Alistair exchanged a glance. Alistair shuffled closer to Kit and put a hand on his back. Julius stroked his hair. “We don’t think you’re a mess.”

“I am! I’m alone, I’m annoying, I’m a fucking wreck. I dragged my sorry arse all the way around town looking for a friend, like the kid in the neighbourhood nobody wants to play with, just knocking on every door until someone actually seemed glad to see me.”

That nearly shattered Julius’s heart, he made a soft cooing noise and tried to haul Kit up to hug him. “Oh Kit… You should have come to us right away, we’d always be happy to have you.”

The older boy flopped back against Julius, whining and snuggling against the tiny dark-haired boy. He was dizzy and down and had a growing headache, the excess of wine starting to really hit him. By the time he’d actually drank enough to be properly wasted, his stomach was aching and overfull, and he curled in on himself, struggling to get comfortable. “I… I didn’t want to bother you again… I feel like I’ve been calling on you all the time.”

“We like it when you visit. Alistair talks about you all the time,” Julius said. Alistair blushed, but didn’t comment.

“You do?” Kit gazed up in their general direction hopefully, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

Alistair went crimson, but he nodded curtly. “Obviously. I’ve only just regained contact with you after all this time. I want to see you as much as fucking possible.”

“See, I told you you were nice!” Kit insisted, poking at Alistair’s cheek. He missed spectacularly, his hand smacking into the couch instead.

Alistair swatted at him fondly. “Don’t start poking at me without your glasses. You’ll take my eye out.”

“S-sorry…” Kit hiccuped. “S’posed to keep my hands to myself… I forgot.” He retreated back to his corner of the couch, giving the wall near Alistair an apologetic look.

Alistair immediately looked guilty. “No… Not like that. You don’t have to never touch me at all. I’m just not good with tight hugs. That’s all.”

“Shhh. Shh. S’okay. ‘M too clingy anyway.” Kit sighed, curling in on himself. One hand moved to massage his temples; Julius had been far too right, and his headache was only getting worse.

Alistair frowned, then crawled across the sofa and awkwardly pulled Kit into his arms. He held him a little stiffly, but he was proving a point that he could cuddle.

Julius smiled fondly. “That’s really good for him, Kit.”

The older redhead smiled as well, leaning against his cousin with a quiet sigh. “I know. Thank you, Al.”

“Do you want some water?” Julius asked Kit gently, wanting to sober him up a bit.

“Mmmn.” Kit buried his face in Alistair’s chest, knowing he probably should, but not actually feeling up to it.

Julius brought him a glass anyway, holding it to his lips. “Just a few little sips for me…”

Despite how poor he felt, Kit wanted to please Julius, who had been incredibly kind to him all evening. He forced himself to drink, draining about a third of the glass before pulling away. “Is that alright?”

Julius nodded, placing the glass on a little table by a lamp. “Yes, thank you. Can I get you anything? Do you want to go to bed?”

Kit shook his head, burying it in his arms as a rush of dizziness overwhelmed him. “Don’ wanna move…” he groaned.

Julius grinned at Alistair. “Guess you’re sleeping there, Star. I’ll get blankets.” Alistair huffed irritably but didn’t protest.

“Sorry…” Kit actually managed to aim his apologetic look mostly at his cousin this time.

“It’s okay. I’ve spent nights on the sofa before. Just don’t puke on me,” Alistair mumbled.

“Mm.” Kit curled up, yawning and struggling to get comfortable.

Julius grabbed them a blanket, pausing as he tucked them up. Then he crawled onto the sofa and curled up against Alistair’s other side. The cat curled up on the floor beside the sofa, tucking her paws under her tummy.

Kit dozed off initially, but as the night dragged on, he found it difficult to stay asleep. Increasingly restless, he adjusted subtly and tried to ignore the growing discomfort in his stomach. He did his best to hold still, not wanting to bother Alistair, who was also a light sleeper.

His head was swimming, though, and he wondered if the bathroom was close enough to make it there blind. Squinting in the dim light, he came to the conclusion of definitely not. Kit glanced between Alistair and Julius, wondering whether he should wake them up. Gazing blearily around the room, he noticed a round, pale shape on the floor - Julius must’ve put out a bin, he was thoughtful like that.

Kit leaned over the bin as his stomach lurched, not bothering to fight the gag climbing up his throat. He groaned weakly, coughing up a bitter wave of bile and wine. The violent red spew made him look like a sick vampire, and he might’ve laughed if he hadn’t felt so poorly..

There was a sudden strangled yowling, so loud that Julius and Alistair jerked awake, thinking they’d stepped into a horror movie. When Julius saw Kit was throwing up he immediately grabbed his hair, holding it back. Alistair scrubbed at his eyes, trying to understand what was going on, as something small and nimble was dashing across the room so quickly Alistair could barely see it, still yowling horribly.

“H… hey Julie… Al… ‘m sorry… didn’t mean to wake you,” Kit mumbled, coughing out apologies between gags.

“What the fuck is happening?” Alistair cried. The thing dashing across the room suddenly leapt up onto the sofa with the three boys, finally stopping on Alistair’s lap. It was the cat, now thoroughly coated in Kit’s vomit, her fur stuck together unpleasantly.

Kit, who was still pretty drunk, nearly fell off the couch laughing. He struggled to apologize, cackling too hard to articulate himself.

Julius knew how protective Alistair was over his cat, and he hadn’t wanted to laugh, but Kit set him off and he was soon bent over, howling with laughter.

Alistair was livid. “What the fuck, Kit?”

“Don't… don’t be mean…” the older boy hiccupped. “I can’t fucking see…” While his laughter made it a bit harder to pity him, Kit was honestly just too drunk and blind to function. It’s not like he would ever do such a thing on purpose.

“You can wash her then! Since this is your bloody fault!” he snapped, picking up his cat. “Poor thing, she’s covered…”

Julius wiped his eyes, still giggling. “N-no, Star. He can’t. He’s way too drunk for that.”

Kit nodded. “We’d both drown in the sink most likely. Or she’d attack me and the whole kitchen would be wet and bloody.”

“Why did you puke on her anyway? Surely you could see some sort of shape on the floor?”

“Curled up. Looked like a… a trashbin.” Kit mumbled, sinking back against the couch.

That made Julius start laughing again. Alistair scowled at him, cradling the cat. “Shut up! She’s probably traumatised.”

“You’re pitching more of a fit that she is, Al. Calm down a little.” Kit now sounded more defensive than amused.

“I’m going to go clean her up,” he grumbled, stomping to the bathroom.

Kit sighed, burying his face in his hands and curling into the corner of the couch. “Well, he’s steamed at me. Fantastic.”

Julius chuckled again. “Oh, he’ll get over it, don’t worry. You know what he’s like with that cat.”

“I should’ve known better then to come bother you. Now I’ve just made a mess of things.” Kit’s lighthearted mood was quickly fading, and his voice was heavy with misery.

Julius put a hand on his back. “Hey, don’t say that. We both care about you. We want you to come over when you’re feeling down.”

Kit shook his head. “You shouldn’t have to take care of me like this. I’m a grown man, not a fucking toddler.”

“Everyone needs looking after sometimes.”

“Feels like I need it all the time.” Kit grumbled.

“Well, it didn’t sound as if you were looked after much as a kid. Star is like that. Sometimes he needs lots of extra care,” Julius said.

Kit shrugged, mumbling something about how he used to be taken care of as a kid. He curled in on himself, still nursing a nasty headache. Maybe if he stayed like this long enough, everyone would just ignore him like he deserved.

Julius shuffled over to him, trying to pull him close. “How’re you feeling?”

“Shitty.” Kit groaned, leaning against Julius. He was ghastly pale and a little shaky, and his hair was a disheveled mess.

Julius brushed Kit’s hair back from his face, nodding. “Mmmn, you do look poorly… Can I get you anything?”

The older boy shrugged. “Water would be good… maybe a bin, to be safe.” He was still feeling pretty sick, and the mix of wine and takeout food sloshing about his stomach didn’t seem to be settling.

Julius ran for the supplies obediently, bringing back a pillow and another blanket as well. He placed the bin by the sofa and tucked Kit up as tenderly as a mother.

“Thanks, Julie.” Kit mumbled, curling in on himself as his stomach turned. He was starting to get nervous, afraid Alistair would come back to yell again once the cat was clean.

The cat eventually came dashing back into the room, now wet and clean, but clearly annoyed by what had transpired. She ran restlessly and tried to climb the curtains until Julius plucked her off. Alistair came padding back, licking at the lines of new scratches on his arms and wrists. He nodded at Kit, looking apologetic now. “Hey. You okay?”

“Oh, uh, yea, I’m fine.” Kit stammered, not expecting a sympathetic reaction. If he’d been able to see Alistair’s scratches, he would’ve been guilt-ridden, but as it was, his cousin was little more than a blob of dark clothes and red hair.

Alistair perched on the sofa by Kit’s feet, patting him awkwardly. “I’m sorry I snapped at you before,” he mumbled, staring at his lap.

Kit shook his head. “Not… not your fault. I was a drunk mess. Still am, if we’re being honest.” He sighed, wrapping an arm around his unsettled midsection.

“Do you still feel like shit?”

Kit nodded, knowing there was no point in lying when he was likely gonna puke again soon. Julius moved the bin closer, and Alistair rubbed between Kit’s shoulderblades. The shaky older boy leaned against his cousin with a groan.

“Al… why am I such a fucking idiot?”

Alistair paused. “You’re not really. You’re just a bit…reckless.”

Kit smiled faintly. “That’s generous of you,” he laughed. The smile faded as quickly as it appeared, and he tensed up, clutching at his stomach as it churned more violently.

Julius grabbed the bin and held it under Kit’s chin. Alistair pulled back his long hair gently. The older boy gagged harshly, but nothing came up. His stomach cramped and he retched again, only forcing up a mouthful of bitter saliva.

Julius grabbed onto his hand. “That’s it, get it up. Remember to breathe…”

A few more painful-sounding gags wracked his body before Kit finally belched up a thick wave of half-digested curry. The smell was enough to make his stomach turn again, and he threw up several more times, filling the bin with chunky sick.

Alistair pulled back a little, wrinkling his nose. “Yuck…” Then Julius shot him such an unusually fierce glare that he shut up quickly.

Kit was too ill and unfocused to have even heard his cousin, currently coughing over the bin as his now-empty stomach tried to expel nonexistent contents.

Julius stayed close by Kit’s side, rubbing his back firmly. “There we go… You should be able to sleep now.”

“Ugh… fuck me.” Kit grumbled, pulling away from the bin to curl up and nurse his tender belly. Julius stroked his hair gently.

“He should really be in bed. Could you carry him, Star?” he asked. Alistair shrugged.

“Probably… I haven’t tried since we were kids.”

Kit shook his head. “That’s too much trouble. ‘sides, I don’t wanna steal your bed.”

“It’s only a double, so we’ll have to squeeze in, but we’d be happy to have you,” Julius said. “I hate to think of you out here all alone when you’re poorly.”

“Are you sure?” Kit raised one copper eyebrow at Julius.

Julius nodded fervently, and even Alistair shrugged. “Yeah, come in with us, Kit.”

“Alright…” the older boy nodded and slowly sat up. “You’ll have to lead me, I can’t see for shit.”

Alistair looped Kit’s arm around his shoulders. “Where the fuck are your glasses?”

“Dunno,” Kit sighed. “They fell off earlier.”

Alistair rolled his eyes, bundling Kit to the bedroom. “We’ll find them tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan…” the older boy mumbled, leaning on Alistair as they walked.

Alistair half-carried him and dropped him on the bed, curling up beside him. Julius squeezed in beside Alistair, reaching out to hold both boys.

Kit stretched a hand out for Julius but only succeeded in smacking Alistair on the cheek. Alistair yelled and gave Kit a light tap on the forehead. “Watch your fucking hands! I feel like I’m in bed with Velma from Scooby Doo.”

“Shit, sorry.” Kit pulled his hands away, deciding to leave the hugging to Julius.

“How’re you feeling, Kit?” Julius called.

“Drained. Queasy. Regretful.”

“Ooh, you’re so poetic,” Julius mumbled. Alistair snorted.

“Bollocks. He’s just dramatic,” he said, nudging Kit fondly.

“Yea, it runs in the family.” Kit quipped back.

Julius giggled. “Go to sleep, both of you,” he laughed.

Kit whined but curled up to nap nonetheless, doing his best to not take up too much space. Alistair closed his eyes obediently but didn’t really think he’d sleep in those cramped conditions. Julius was the only one who was genuinely dozing off.

It was only exhaustion that eventually brought Kit to a state of sleep, and even then he was far from restful, tossing, turning, and mumbling. Alistair dozed fitfully till morning, jerking awake whenever Kit moved. Kit was asleep around sunrise, but stirring and whining, muttering something unintelligible as he burrowed under a pillow.

Alistair tried petting Kit’s hair as he slept, hoping it’d smooth him and help him drift into a more restful sleep. It didn’t do much for his restlessness, but Kit did latch onto Alistair as a result, clinging to the younger boy like a baby koala. Alistair sighed heavily but didn’t have the heart to push his cousin away. He’d given up on sleeping by then anyway.

Kit woke up around nine in the morning, stretching and groaning. If anything, he felt more tired than last night, and his headache was worse than ever on top of a hangover. “Fuuuuuck,” he moaned, pulling a pillow over his face. “Al, if you love me, you’ll kill me now.”

Alistair smirked. “I think Jules would be upset with me if I did.”

“Dammit Julie.”

Alistair laughed, glancing at him. “He’s still sleeping.”

“Right, sorry.” Kit lowered his voice before asking, “Did I wake you?”

“No. I didn’t go back to sleep.”

“Oh… I… sorry.” Kit pulled away, a guilty pang causing his still-sensitive stomach to turn. He was such an asshole. Barging into Alistair’s home uninvited, making a mess of the living room and the cat, and keeping him awake all night.

Alistair pulled him back, tutting. “Stop it, I don’t care. You’re my cousin, and I actually like you. Stop acting like you’re a total liability.”

“I feel like one.” Kit sighed, pressing his face into Alistair’s shoulder. His cheeks were damp, and it soaked into the younger boy’s sweater.

Alistair frowned. “Are you crying?”

“N-no…” Kit lied, his cheeks burning red.

Alistair turned to him properly, putting his arms around him. “Christ, Kit…”

The older boy hid his face in his hands, mumbling, “You don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

“Yeah, I know I don’t have to. But I’m going to, because that’s what happens when someone you love is in pain.” Alistair softened his voice. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“What isn’t? My dad’s been even pissier with me than usual. I feel a fucking wreck all the damn time. And I swear Ellery is picking up extra shifts to avoid my clingy arse.”

“I very much doubt he’s doing that,” Alistair said.

“But what if he is? I don’t know how much attention is too much…” Kit whined.

“You could ask him. Ellery’s a nice guy. He’ll understand. Then you won’t have to worry about it,” Alistair said, trying to be sensible.

Kit calmed down a little at that, “You think so?”

“Yeah, of course. And he’s a nurse, right? He’ll be used to people worrying about shit.”

“I suppose you’re right…” Kit mused. “I hadn’t thought of that.” Much more relaxed now, he chuckled after a moment.

Alistair blinked. “What? What’re you laughing at?”

“I can’t believe you’re giving me relationship advice.”

Alistair rolled his eyes. “I’m in a successful relationship, thanks very much.”

“Yeah, but that’s because Julie is a saint, not because you’re socially competent.” Kit quipped.

Alistair paused. He couldn’t really argue with that. “Well, for some reason he likes me. I’m not gonna stop and ask.”

The older boy laughed. “I don’t blame you. He’s very nice, definitely a keeper.”

Alistair nodded. “Yeah… I really hope he doesn’t realise how much better he can do and dump me.” He spoke lightly, but this was one of Alistair’s genuine fears.

Kit’s tone softened and he gave Alistair’s shoulder a squeeze. “I don’t think he will. He seems awfully smitten with you. Heaven only knows why, but I don’t think Julie will be leaving you in the foreseeable future. Just try not to set him on fire.”

Alistair thumped Kit’s shoulder, smirking. “Once again, the boarding school thing was an accident. I didn’t stub out my fucking cigarette properly…”

“If you say so…” Kit teased.

“It was! I nearly shit myself when I saw that half the west wing was on fire.”

The older boy chuckled now, smiling and nodding in concession. “Okay. I believe you. For real.” He patted Alistair’s hair, reassuring him, “Either way, my point was that Julie seems to like you, arson and all.”

Alistair grinned. “Yeah… Love is blind, I guess.”

“As am I… I never found my glasses last night.”

Alistair burst out laughing. “Oh shit… They’ll be in the living room somewhere.”

“You’ll probably need to look for them. I’d trip on the cat and break a leg or something.” Kit sighed.

“I’m pretty sure my poor cat is gonna avoid you now.”

Kit cringed and his face grew red. “Right… again, I’m really sorry.”

Alistair rolled his eyes. “I’m over it.”

“Thank you…” Kit sighed, still clearly quite embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Kit, really,” Alistair said, seeing he was still bothered by it.

“I really appreciate you. I don’t say that nearly enough.”

Alistair blushed. “Y-you don’t have to say that…”

“Well I mean it, and I think you ought to know.” Kit said.

“Well…thanks. I don’t…really know how to react when people compliment me,” Alistair mumbled awkwardly.

“Then instead of reacting, how about you go find my glasses?” The older boy asked.

“Ugh, I dunno. It’s still pretty early…” Alistair teased, rolling over and closing his eyes.

“Maybe I’ll go look myself, then. God help your flat and everything in it.” Kit threatened, sitting up to swing his legs off the bed.

Alistair sat up quickly. “No, do not! Fuck, I don’t want you stumbling blindly around the place.”

Kit chuckled, stretching back out on the bed. “Well, go get them, then, and I’ll join you for breakfast.” he paused for a moment as his stomach turned at the thought. “Or maybe just keep you company.”

Alistair grinned, swinging his legs out of bed. “Yeah, bet you’re feeling rough.”

“That I am. I’ll feel better when you bring my glasses, though.”

“I’m going,” Alistair muttered, leaving the room. In the cold bed, Julius murmured in his sleep and cuddled up to Kit.

The older boy was caught off guard, but after a moment he reached over, patting Julius’s hair gently. Julius shuffled closer, murmuring happily.

“Ssstar?” he drawled, still half-asleep.

“Not quite. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Mmnnn, not a disappointment… You’re a good friend,” he mumbled.

Kit smiled faintly, ruffling Julius’s hair. “I’m surprised you still want me around after last night.”

“Why wouldn’t I want you to stay?”

[toosicktoocare]

walt ‘motion sick’ world

Okay as part of a fic/art trade, I’m writing a little something something for @lickstynine‘s OCs Kit and Ellery based off the first choice on this post

Warning: Emeto 

Warning: I’m nervous af to write for someone else’s OCs, but I’ve been reading up on Kit and Ellery and adore both, so here goes nothing!

“Walt Disney World,” Kit mutters, lips curling up into a soft smile as studied eyes scan the massive sign hanging before the two. “Where Dreams Come True.” He adds, arching a brow as he drags his gaze toward Ellery. “Do you suppose we’ll have our dreams come true?” 

Dreams; Ellery considers the word. Just standing here is a dream within itself, he thinks, still utterly shocked at Kit’s easy decision to drop a load of money for the two to fly to Florida for their first date. And while the flight had been rough, with multiple trips to the bathroom to empty the little contents of his stomach, his previous discomfort has been abruptly forgotten as he becomes borderline mesmerized by the popping colors of the sign and the faint music fading out from the theme park

“It’ll be a dream if you don’t fry under this sun,” Ellery answers, voice holding an edge of worry as his gaze flicks away from the sign to Kit’s porcelain skin. 

“I won’t,” Kit says, tone cool, reassuring, so much that it pulls Ellery in like metal to a magnet. 

“Okay,” Ellery breathes out, placing his confidence in Kit’s relaxed shoulders as the two walk hand-in-hand into the park. 

It takes twenty minutes to fully reach the heart of the park for Ellery stops to gawk at every little thing: the benches with Disney characters seated, actors sporting flowing, glittery outfits and wide smiles, clusters of flowers framing the walkways, and people- masses and masses of people all exhibiting varying degrees of excitement that smooths over Ellery’s heart like a warm contagion. There’s so much to take in that he gets lost within the wonder of the park, but he’s ripped from his daze when Kit points toward a massive, wooden roller coaster in the near distance. 

“Let’s go on that one first.” 

“Starting big, yeah?” Ellery mutters along a nervous laugh while he eyes the cracking, trembling wood as the two approach the ride. 

“Why not?” Kit says with a shrug, and Ellery can do nothing but follow Kit toward the wavy line of guests waiting to board the ride. 

The wait has Ellery trembling slightly as his stomach twists from the mere sight of the ride, but he keeps his expression as cool as Kit’s demeanor despite his heart fluttering uncomfortably against his chest. And, he maintains this facade, even as the two slip into their seats when their turn arrives, yet his hands find the metal bar in front of the two, and he grips the bar tight enough to have his dark  knuckles fading to white as the ride rumbles to life. 

While Kit and the others on the ride scream excitedly, Ellery keeps his lips pressed firmly closed and his eyes squeezed tightly shut as their carts whip around sharp turns and jolt down big drops. He sucks in quick breaths through his nose while mentally counting in his head to distract himself, and before he knows it, the cart is coming to a stuttering stop. 

The two exit with the crowd, and it isn’t until they’re completely away from the ride that Kit turns to Ellery with a raised brow. 

“Alright?” 

Ellery’s legs are shaking, and his stomach is twisting into an uncomfortable knot that pulses into a painful cramp, but he nods along a shaky sigh and forces his lips up into a careful smile. 

“First ride jitters,” he lies, and Kit studies him for what feels like an endless moment before accepting the answer with a quick nod as he extends his hand. 

“Ready to go uncover more dreams?” 

Ellery’s clammy hand finds Kit’s, and their fingers intertwine. Ellery focuses Kit, falling head first into the grounded charm that is the young man walking beside him. 

*****

Ellery had found himself building a wall as the two bounced from ride to ride; he’s been nothing but determined to hide the nausea running rampant inside his stomach, but his wall’s crumbling fast, and the moment the fifth ride the two have gone on stops, his wall collapses under the weight of his heavy, churning stomach. 

He scrambles down the steps leading off the ride, legs buckling with each step, and the second he’s back on the ground, he quickly scans the surrounding area until he’s bolting toward a bright pink waste bin with Minnie Mouse’s face plastered across the side. 

He can faintly hear Kit calling out to him despite his heart thundering in his ears, but he pushes forward until he’s gripping the edges of the waste bin just as his stomach lurches violently, bringing with it an acidic mix of watery bile that burns against his throat. 

A hand falls against his back while a second smooths his hair from his clammy face. 

“Are you alright?” Kit asks, tone thick with sudden concern as Ellery trembles under his hand. 

Ellery lifts his head to meet Kit’s eyes, but a belch clips the words right from his tongue, and he turns his face back to the bin as his stomach lurches for a second time, bringing burning waves of bile that he heaves into the bin.

Kit’s silent as Ellery vomits; he only keeps a steady hand to Ellery’s shaking back, completely ignoring the varying looks of other guests as he pulls his entire focus to Ellery.

It’s five minutes until Ellery’s stomach settles, leaving him panting over the waste bin as sweat drips from his temples. Slowly, he straightens his back and turns an embarrassed gaze toward Kit. 

“I apologize,” he starts, voice but a painful rasp that only has him wincing when he tries to clear his throat. “My stomach simply did not agree with that last roller coaster, but I’m alright now.” 

Kit’s brows pull together as he takes in Ellery’s pale, damp face. “You’re alright now?” 

“Yes,” Ellery says, forcing his voice to sound confident, easy. “We can go on.” 

“You want to continue after that?” Kit questions slowly with a small gesture toward the waste bin. “You’re able to continue?” 

“Yes,” Ellery presses, prepared to argue that he’s a nurse and knows what he’s talking about, but Kit tilts his head slightly, hair slipping over his shoulder as he trains a studied gaze on Ellery’s poor pallor. 

“I’m not entirely sure about that,” Kit counters, but before Ellery can press further along his facade that’s cracking once more with each tremble of his limbs, Kit’s holding a hand up as he drags his gaze toward the relentless sun. 

“How about a rest? Somewhere cool and shady. My skin is beginning to feel rather warm.” 

Ellery’s attention moves from the dull nausea still twisting in his stomach to Kit’s faintly pink cheeks. “You’re right,” he starts. “We wouldn’t want you to burn.” 

Kit holds out a hand once more, and Ellery is quick to take it, palm trembling against Kit’s warm, steady one. 

“We’ll get some water and cool off out of the sun- see how we’re both feeling after that, alright?” 

Kit’s tone is so calm and easy that Ellery can’t help but nod, already swayed by the simple plan as the two start toward the closest restaurant.

[sickficsbypyroyoshi]

After a long period of not making any new content, I rise from the abyss to post a new sick fic. This one doesn’t feature my regular OCs, but instead two characters from my novel. Bailey (who I posted a picture of a page or so back) and Terry (who I commissioned lickstynine to draw for me).

It’s the fic version of my ‘another emeto in the trades’ post from my main blog. Two guys get food poisoning from a catered lunch and start puking at the same time while up on a refinery vessel, over two hundred feet off the ground. I guarantee you’ve never read a sick fic quite like this one.

[sarah--writes-blog]

For the OC asks, do all the odds for your favorite female OC, and all the evens for your favorite male.

Favorites? I love all my children equally, but we’ll do Zuki and Luka because they’re super fun. Also this is a cool way of organizing questions!

What is your OC’s favorite color? She loves turquoise

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? He collects bracelets from all the places he’s been. He only wears his favorites, the rest are in a box in his room

What kind of things is your OC allergic to? Only vaguely allergic to cats, when they scratch her.

What kind of clothing does your OC wear? Most likely anything. He doesn’t ascribe to “gendered” clothing very much. He’ll buy a woman’s shirt because it’s extra soft, stuff like that. He won’t go so far as to wearing a dress or a skirt, but he’s gotten very close.

What is your OC’s first memory? Getting a puppy for her birthday.

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? Loves salamanders, hates mice

What element would your OC be? Already answered :)

What is your OC’s theme song? For some reason, Delight - Original Mix by Jamie Berry and Octavia Rose pops into my head. I wouldn’t call it his theme song, but it’s definitely on his playlist. He’s a big electro swing fan.

Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? Nah, I like to draw them myself. As for voice, I can never pin those down.

What deadly sin would best represent your OC? Actually, Lust. He’s pretty good about the rest of them, but sometimes that boy can just get…carried away.

What are your OC’s hobbies? Cooking for her friends! Likes to make at least one homey meal a week for them.

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? He can be both. He can be very patient when he needs to be, but hot-headed if something is really rubbing him the wrong way.

What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? Female, lesbian, Japanese, human!

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? He’s into all sorts of foods after traveling around the world. Which gets super unfortunate, because he’s super lactose intolerant and that eliminates a lot of things. Doesn’t like licorice.

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? She’d either have a dog or a tarantula. Dog is more plausible - none of her roommates would allow the large spider.

What does your OC smell like? Very nice shampoo, and him? You know how all people have their own smell? Luka smells like Luka and I don’t know how else to describe it.

How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? Already answered :)

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? Really doesn’t like mice. Weak when it comes to lying and saying no to certain people, strong when it comes to mathematics.

What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? She’s very into modern pop music.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? He’s already in this world!

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? She really sucks at making sushi, and she’s internalized thoughts of being a failure because she’s a Japanese chef that can’t make sushi. But she’s working on it. A messy kitchen will drive her up the walls. This doesn’t apply to when she’s actually working in it.

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? The daydreamer. His mind is always in a different place, but he still got good grades.

What is a random fact about your OC? She’s a Scorpio!

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? He’s like a little ray of sunshine (for the most part). He thinks life is worth living and you should live it to the fullest!

What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fan character? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? She truly just popped into my head one day. That’s how most of my OCs happen. She hasn’t been around long enough to evolve very much. She was a bit more sporty when she first appeared.

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact) and why? His best friend back in Germany is so very important to him. He’s helped him get the positive outlook on life that he has. He keeps the belief that everyone is important, so no one is truly unimportant.

What kind of childhood did your character have? Already answered X)

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? He’ll tap when he’s nervous, bordering on a stim. No addictions, but has gotten close to a drug addiction once. He’s learned to be much safer now.

If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? If it had to be serious, something along the lines of her spirit going on. If it was not serious: “Died doing what she loved - setting the kitchen on fire.”

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? He’d consider it down the line, but enjoys being single and having that freedom of one-night stands and nothing tying him down to one place. If he ever got married, he probably wouldn’t have kids.

What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? Most traumatic moment was when her father died of cancer. Favorite memories are with her father.

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? A passport that is completely full.

Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? She would in self-defense within a heartbeat. Otherwise, someone would have to push her very very hard.

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? She can be pretty creative when it comes to foods, but that’s about it. She doesn’t daydream very much, and she’s not a huge worrier.

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? He very much wants to travel the entire world and experience life as much as possible. He needs adventure in his life, and will sometimes turn to drugs or doing reckless things.

What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? Already answered :)

What would your character do with a million dollars? He’d travel the rest of the world.

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? Respectively, very tasty leftovers, laundry that needs folding, melatonin and a phone charger, and old homework.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? He’s going out with Zuki to see if they can get some action. Even if they don’t get laid, they enjoy spending the night out having fun. They’re wearing nicer clothes and are ready to fuck shit up.

What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? She has a tendency to break things, but will take it out on ripping paper or something that can easily be fixed. It’s easier for her to express it physically than verbally.

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? Answered in a different ask, but I’ll summarize. Got into a fight with his little sister when they were young, she had a fork on her hand, it got violent, and he has scars on his right cheek.

What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? Things that I probably cannot repeat here. It was once, and she regrets it.

How does your character react/ accept criticism? He’s usually pretty cool about it, unless it’s actually insulting to him as a being. Then he’ll get angry at their face and sad when he’s alone.

If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? She doesn’t prefer it, but isn’t a hardcore hater of it. She’d eat it.

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? He’d test if it works first. If it doesn’t, he’d absolutely burn it because the concept of voodoo freaks him out. If it does, he’d hide it somewhere and make sure no one got their hands on it.

Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? Already answered :)

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? Parents were very stressed but also loving. He just hopes to not be as stressed.

Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? She bakes and makes her own candy all the time. She just gets even more energetic, which is hard for others to deal with.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? He’d go back home to Germany and spend the last days trying to finish off his bucket list. He’d probably take a day to be sad and say goodbye to everyone, but try to live it up.

[lickstynine]

Characters I’m Currently Writing For

okay, so I’ve brought in a LOT of OCs over the years, but I’ve just completely lost the motivation to write certain characters. My connection or inspiration with them has fizzled out. I’m going to make a list of peeps I’m currently writing for, as well as the ones that are retired until stated otherwise. (but this may not be an exhaustive list because I’m forgetful, feel free to ask if there’s someone I didn’t mention).

I’m perfectly willing to answer questions about storylines for characters I’ve retired, cause I did have plans for a lot of them before I lost the spark. However, I will not answer questions that are just “aww why did you retire XXX? I liked them”

And of course I’m always open for questions and prompts about characters on my currently writing list.

Will Write:

Jace

Kit

Siofra

Kiera

Nicola

Ryan

Retired:

Luke

Asher

Felix

David

Kazu

Minato

Russ

Cody

Haley

Tamara

Brennan

Valentin

[i-am-too-sick]

He was in a bad car accident a couple years ago. It makes him self-conscious when he thinks people are staring at it, so he switched from contacts to glasses in the hopes of taking away some of the attention from his scar. Thanks for asking @lickstynine!

[builder051]

Whumpmas in July day 2: How did you find the whump community here on Tumblr

I got on Tumblr the summer of 2017. I’d already been addicted to fanfic (reading and writing) for about 12 years, and I had a couple methods of searching out my preferred whump content, but I rarely found new stuff. I’d wind up reading old favorites over and over again whilst writing out my fantasy fics and keeping them privately on my computer.

This one time I read a random story on AO3 (and tbh it reeeaaaaly wasn’t my thing), but the author put a Tumblr link in the notes section, and I decided to copy/paste into my google chrome.

At first I was really confused about how Tumblr worked, and I tried to lurk around. The first blog I fell in love with was @sickandvomiting, and I quickly found @feelingsick and @emetoandotherthings. I really liked what they were doing, just being confident and putting their content out there to what was obviously a welcoming audience. I wanted to do it too, so I made my blog.

At first I was just re-posting my stories from AO3. Then I started making OCs. I was able to forge an awesome relationship with @lickstynine (we’ve talked OCs a lot). After a couple of weeks, my bff in the entire world, @xxx-cat-xxx showed up as well.

Now I have over 1.2k followers, and a ton of online (and even a few irl) friends. Tumblr is a huge part of my life, and I don’t think I’d feel nearly as socially healthy as I do without this wonderful platform. It has its kinks and downsides, but the positives certainly outweigh them for me.

[sickandvomiting]

For @lickstynine and his request for two of my OCs with completely different styles wearing each other’s clothing, so here are Morgan and Elizabeth. Morgan is wearing Elizabeth’s cute floral sundress, combat boots, and flower crown, and Elizabeth is wearing Morgan’s muscle shirt, athletic joggers, and running shoes.

[sickficsbypyroyoshi]

@lickstynine did an awesome commission of my OC Terry, a character from the novel I’m working on. Men making themselves throw up by deepthroating objects = good shit.

I love it, thanks again!

[promptswap]

URLs!

Hi guys! Forms have been closed and now we have all of our entries! There’ll be 7 of us, and I think that’s perfect for our first run.

Here’s the URLs for everyone who is entered. If you submitted a form and do not see your URL please contact me or @builder051 to get that straightened out!

I’m going to post the URLs and give you guys a day or so to be looking at everyone’s pages and getting a little feel for their style before I post the second part, which will be the prompt forms, with everyone’s likes and dislikes, preferred OCs and the like. Expect those maybe sometime tomorrow evening or Tuesday.

1. Builder051

2. Anonyony1

3. Wiseinnerwhispers

4. the-rae-parable whose OCs can be found here!

5. Emetoandotherthings

6. Lickstynine

7. Tomato-sickfics

Thanks for entering everyone! I’m so excited to give this a go!

[toosicktoocare]

I'm confused please explain what is sick days?

Okay. Okay. I think I can explain this better this time, and I won’t leave anyone out. 

Sick Days 3.0 (blog: @sickdaysofficial run by two lovely people: @sickandvomiting and @lickstynine) is a sickfic/whump event (usually like a week long I believe?)

 Basically, there are prompts for a certain day of the week (there’s a post I would link here only I can’t find the post in my likes because I apparently like 90 thousand things a day) and we can write for a fandom or ocs or draw for the prompt then submit it to @sickdaysofficial so all will be compiled on that blog! 

(Nope. I lied. I’m still not able to explain this better. But, I tried!) 

tl;dr: write or draw/create sick/whump stuff based on prompts from blog and submit it to said blog