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I have cut on my left arm that leaves this fold next to bicep.
When i train my left arm feels so heavy. This rash or whatever… came provably from mosquito. Well im fucked
I guess one more year neeting
I am demoralized if i cant even remain strong then whats the fucking point
I can’t explain one big thing that I hate
I really hate eating. I googled so many diseases but I cant explain the urge to lazy around and for hours to avoid the “responsibility” consciously.
I can work hard! I can! And sure, I need to get used to it but then…. Oh… when at that small second I feel hunger and my mind contemplated for me to stop doing EVERYTHING, just to eat, my brain sadly says BIG NONO.
I start doing nothing and when confronted i avoid it like plaque, i will put on plate, right… go to kitchen, good idea. Then I will start walking! I really have problem with consuming food, there were multiple times back then especially starting 2019…insh at covid era somewhere then, but not so long ago either, i would have extreme fasting period of months…. That happened on multiple occasions, one of them was severe. I lost lots of calories but surprisingly my body didnt feel that different. You can be surprised how long you can survive without food given you dont waste all calories and carbohydrates and glycogen most important through intense workouts.
With more dormat turgor life, you can survive even without water for quite a bit.
I definitelt did back then…. Anyway, the past is over, sometimes I fear “wow w00t wasted all his lifespan hahaahah what” but seriously on average a normal person is far more efficient than I am at efficiency in life. Sometimes its hard to put “Ive done something this grand!”
But yes i need to go fucking eat. Proving the problem……….
Better Genes pg 1-5 / 38
A short ROTTMNT comic based off of 2003 TMNT Good Genes
(Read right to left)
Note, this comic will contain in either imagery or text: illness, fever, injury, bruises, blood, IV, needles, syringes, drugs, sedatives, body aches, sprained ankle, mild mutation, cracked ribs, injured eye, tranquilizer gun, pharmacy, TV Medicine, TV Science
as well as
familial fluff, hurt/comfort, very minor drama/angst, personal adjustments to canon designs
Featured characters: Donnie, Mikey, Leo, Raph, April, Splinter, Casey
Pg 6-10
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Hey 8′D So the backstory for this is pretty much over in this post (contains spoilers). This’ll be a short comic, only 38 pages, ‘cause it was actually supposed to be shorter but my brain ran off on too many details |D
One thing I will mention though is that I almost completely skip the fight scene in this, so if you’re looking forward to that, my bad. I don’t want to draw a fight scene in a comic just yet, I’m still a noob at comics.
Also there’ll be no set update schedule. I’m a busy woman and also too much of a perfectionist XDD I also have a bad habit of working on the pages that are more interesting to me at the moment, even if they aren’t the next ones in order. But I’ll try to upload multiple pages at a time. I started this on Nov 1, 2022, and only have 14/38 pages “finished”, I am very slow, so be patient X’DDD
I feel absolutely awful. I hate fevers and I hate illness and I hate everything like that. The second I so much as get out of bed I can feel Death staring me in the face.
sorry, fellas, no fanart this year, I have got this fucking chickenpox.
yes, I am over 20 and never had it before.
no fever, no pain, nothing, but the rash that I cannot stand.
ні, серйозно, мене так кошмарили нею...типу, я точно подохну од неї у дорослому віці.
та я відчуваю, що подихати я буду від свербіння.
як я її пілхопили? а все дуже елементарно — я ж працюю в закладі освіти!
Character B hacks another cough into their hands, probably their hundereth of the day.
Except this time, as they glance down, they see specks of blood amongst the phlegm.
Well that’s new.
A feverish Character B leaning into Character A’s cool touch
Goretober day 29: Disease! Sickly....
Oh! And 28, but only because I forgot to post it.
‼️: Blood, puke, & signs of illness.
The Difference a Day Makes by Clowns_or_Midgets, snarkymuch
Peter thought he'd hit rock bottom, but maybe it needed to happen so he could find himself again. This is a story of making peace, of trusting those around you, and holding onto threads of hope. The sun will always shine again, even after the darkest of nights and hardest of storms. With Tony beside him, he might just make it through to morning.
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"You know, I thought I was losing everything when you told me I was losing my powers, I thought that was the end for me. I couldn't see a life past that. It felt like I was looking at death." He laughed, shaking his head. "I was dead wrong. I was so damn stupid. This ... this is ..."
A sharp pain stabbed Tony in the chest. "This is what dying is like?" Tony put a voice to what he knew the kid was saying, though it hurt to do.
Some of My Favorite Ways to Describe a Character Who’s Sick
pressing their forehead into something cool or comfortable (this could be an array of things. the table, the floor, someones leather jacket, their water bottle, the countertop)
warm to the touch, or heat radiating from them (could be noticed if someone’s gauging their temperature with their hands, hugging them, or just generally touching them)
leaning into people’s touch, or just spontaneously leaning on them (like pressing into their hand when someone’s checking their temp, or just, like, literally walking up and laying their head on them from fatigue. bonus points if the character is usually feral and the other is scared to engage™︎)
falling asleep all over the place (at the dinner table, on their homework, in the car, in the bathroom — just being so exhausted from doing literally nothing)
being overly emotional (crying over things that don’t usually bother them, like their siblings arguing, or their homework, or literally just nothing)
stumbling/careening/staggering into things (the wall, furniture, other people. there is no coordination in feverish brains. running into chairs, hitting the door, falling over the couch, anything and everything)
slurring their words (could be from fatigue or pain. connecting words that shouldn’t be connected, murdering all of their conversations with the excessive use of ‘mm’ and ‘nn’ in place of words) (this is my favorite thing ever)
being overly touchy (basically like a sick kid — just hold them, please. do that thing where you brush their hair back out of their face, or rub circles on their back, or snuggle them. they won’t care. bonus points if this is also the feral character and they refuse to believe it afterwards)
being extremely resistant to touch (flinching away when they usually don’t so someone can’t feel the fever, not letting themselves be touched because they’re so tired they just know they’ll be putty in their hands if they do)
growing aggressive or being extremely rude (it’s a defense mechanism — they feel vulnerable and are afraid of being manipulated or deceived while they’re ill)
whimpering/whining/groaning (this was in my “characters in pain” post but it’s so good that i’m putting it here too. this shite is gold, especially if it’s just an involuntary reaction to their symptoms)
having nightmares caused by a fever and/or delirium (crying and murmuring in their sleep, or being awake but completely out of it and convinced they’re somewhere else)
making themselves as small as possible (curling up into a ball everywhere they lay, hunching over slightly when standing, wrapping their arms around themselves)
TW for vomiting below cut !!
sleeping in the bathroom floor because they keep getting sick over and over (bonus if someone finds them all weak and pitiful. bonus bonus if they find them there in the morning only to learn they’ve been there all night)
using their hands/other body parts to clamp over their mouth so nothing can come out (like pulling their knees up to their chest and using that, or like, their arm, y’know) (~maccreadysbaby who has emetophobia suddenly gets very awkward about this post~) (~yes i have a phobia of puke and still write this happening to my characters, shut up~) (~it’s about the hurt/comfort okay~)
sympathy pukers (people who aren’t the sick ones but get nauseous/vomit when they see someone else throw up) (~aka me~) (~okay I’m done now~)
dry heaving (it’s gross, but good for making your characters absolutely freaking miserable)
rolling/churning/spinning/cramping/ lurching and all those awesome words that describe what stomachs do when sick (i hate these words with a deep, fiery passion. but they’re good for writing or whatever)
“Silent Night” ink illustration I finished a few days ago. I may or may not try to color it sometime. I drew this while I was in a mood haha.
This was lowkey how my parents knew if I was seriously sick as a kid. If I was complaining a lot I was probably fine, but if I got all quiet and pretended nothing was wrong.
This led to me crying my eyes out if I got a paper cut, but ran around like nothing was wrong when I had pnumonia, ended up having to go to the doctors for that one lol
nothing in the world makes me more evil than just being kind of annoyed
The Fight To Keep Going-Prolog And Chapter 1
The multiverse is an expansive place filled with worlds upon worlds upon worlds. Constantly gaining new worlds thanks to its ever-inspired creator. But on the other side of this ever expansion in worlds is the half working to keep the multiverse in balance through the annihilation of worlds that have no true purpose or are just plain weird. A thank less job that no one sees just how important it is to keep the multiverse alive. One that the multiverse knew was important the day it brought the creator into being so it took one of the creators earliest long forgotten (not counting the first worlds the multiverse created themselves) worlds and took the sans from the world and threw them into the Anti-void before destroying the world. Time passed differently in the Anti-void as the multiverse It’s self, with what remained of their power from creating the first few worlds and their creator, set about changing the unconscious sans into what they needed to keep the balance.
In the end, they didn’t know the full extent of what they had done to their destroyer and they didn’t have enough power to release the destroyer from the Anti-void. So, he was forced to remain their going insane for what could have been years trying to escape, but getting no were. As this went on the creator continued to create new worlds upon worlds. Expanding and expanding till the multiverse started to reach its limits. It was then that the Destroyer finally found his way free. Mind once again clear of the insanity that had passed through his body with panic instead traversing his system as he felt how stretched the multiverse was from the creator. Fear of the imitate collapse of the only place he knew as his home by this point lead him to act fast. Quickly the destroyer went about the multiverse destroying worlds that had no purpose to their existence and removed them to make space for more.
This though lead to him getting on the bad side of the creator with him not having time to explain his reasons for doing this. Not that it truly mattered to the creator, all he knew was that the destroyer was terminating his creations and he didn’t like that. So, he told his creations and they didn’t like it either, or in most cases they didn’t like it either. Some have no clue that he even exists because the creator refused to pull them into the fray, but one decided to listen to the destroyer’s words and came to understand exactly how important what they were was and joined him as an ally and friend.
No one knew through about the time bomb that had been left in the destroyer and its implications if the bomb goes off.
Chapter 1: When a Friend Begins to Worry
The multiverse is a strange place were worlds upon world exist in a constant back and forth balance. The destroyer destroying and the creator creating. Though this balance was a constant battle back and forth between “good” and “evil” there were “calms in the storm” when neither was actively pushing to keep the balance. When both were just licking their wounds and trying to recover from days upon days strait of just doing their job. One such member of the balance was lying on the couch in a barely lit room of a castle that existed in what was now a night filled world with one of his arms over his sockets.
Through a side door a skeleton clad in a purple tunic and ink black leggings with a golden crown with a crescent moon embedder into it as black tendrils of what seemed like shadows flowed from his back entered the room and looked over to the skeleton lying on the couch. Said skeleton had black, yellow, and red bones laden with cracks and brakes that were slowly healing wearing a plain red T-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts with blue stripes. Close by a pair of black slippers were lying on the floor while a jacket that possessed a gradient that changed from blue to black was lying on one of the couches arm rests.
“Hey Error,” the purple clad skeleton said to the black boned skeleton on the couch as he moved to sit on the other couch in the room “You feeling any better?”
The black skeleton, Error, replied simply with “Go away Nightmare.”
With a snort the skeleton clad in a purple tunic, Nightmare, adjusted himself to be lounging on the couch before saying “I guess that’s a no.”
Error removed his arm from over his sockets as he glared over at Nightmare before saying “Shut up.”
Nightmare gave a snort at the comment before saying “bad couple of days?”
Error huffed in annoyance, but deciding that Nightmare wasn’t going to be quiet any more till he told him exactly what has been happening. He had been silent earlier when Error had come in completely wrecked with quite a few new bruises and scrapes to add to his list of recurring pain. That and he was limping due to his broken fibula. He even stayed quiet as Error had collapsed on one of his couches before grabbing one the first aid kits he now kept throughout his home, since this had become a fairly common occurrence since they became friends, and set about treating the major injuries with the addition of some magic to speed up the healing prosses. After that he left Error to get some rest as he went to take a shower and change so that he wasn’t covered in the gunk he was normally covered in to be more comfortable as well as to make Error more comfortable since the gunk reminded him of the paint the creator, Ink, often used in their battles.
“I had to destroy thirty-eight AU’s just to barely keep up with Ink, and I’m still behind him by two bloody AU’s, and during the entire week long killing spree I got zero hours sleep and had five close encounters with Inky.” Error said getting a snort from Nightmare at the creator’s newest nickname “That and in addition to Ink getting me good in the last battle of the week and braking my fibula in half…” after a glare from Nightmare, Error added “again… the throbbing pain is back."
A frown passed over Nightmare’s feature as he asked “Is it as bad as last time?”
At this point Nightmare was fairly use to hearing Error complain about some form of pain, usually because it slowed down his “path of destruction” as Error had remarked Ink calling his work to keep the multiverse from blowing up, but as of late a different type of pain that actually wasn’t linked to any injury the two could find had started popping up. Error had said he had been felling the throbbing for a while, but he was so use to the pain that covered his body due to the battles that usually took place between him and Ink that always left the two of them injured that he hadn’t really noticed the new pain in the beginning. Even when it had initially started getting worse Error had been able to ignore the throbbing pain for a while, at least till recently. As of their last few meetings it had been getting bad. So intense that last time they had met up Error had come to Nightmare’s castle an hour before their normal meeting time and had curled up in a corner for said hour crying from how bad it was till Nightmare found him there.
Nightmare hoped it wasn’t going to get that bad again, seeing Error like that considering that he normally only showed a bit of annoyance at any form of pain was disturbing. It didn’t help that nothing that Nightmare had done to relieve the pain seemed to help all that much.
Nightmare was quickly pulled out or his thoughts as Error replied to the question with “If it was do you think I would have come and lied down on the couch or be talking to you right now?”
Nightmare snorted gaining a bit of a smile at the comment as he let himself relax for the moment before replying “no, I guess not.” after a second though the frown came back over his features as he asked “but the pain is still coming back?”
Error just let his arm cover his eyes again as he answered with a simple “yeah.”
The two sat in silence for a few minutes seemingly just enjoying each other’s company before Error broke the silence asking “so, how are things going for you?”
Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at the weak attempt at restarting the conversation on a completely different subject, but relented to the subject change and replied with “oh, you know same old stuff. Distracting Ink, fighting Dream, trying not to worry about the prospect of my best friend being killed by the creator of almost every world in the multiverse.”
“Hey!” Error said in false shock “I am not that bad! I haven’t been close to dying once!”
“What about the time Ink bashed in your skull?” Nightmare shot back with a smirk on his face.
Error replied back with a good bit of theatrics “It didn’t even hurt and we eventually got all the pieces back in place! It healed up perfectly fine!” in the end though Error couldn’t keep up the theatrics and ended up laughing through the last few words before Nightmare joined him.
The two of them had long ago decided that Error’s battles with Ink by no chance would be the end of the destroyer of worlds. Ink just didn’t have the desire to kill anyone including the person that caused him so much grief. Sure Ink gave Error a few nasty injuries, most of witch Error repaid the creator with to a similar degree, but it was never any think Error couldn’t heal from. By this point it had become a bit of a running joke between the two of them to reference the nonexistent chance of Error dying to Ink.
After a few minutes of laughter the two calmed down before Nightmare gets up asking “you want me to take care of two AUs while you rest here so your caught up?”
A sigh escaped Error as he looked at Nightmare before he replied “Sure, might as well since I am assuming you are not going to let me get up till at least tomorrow.”
Smiling Nightmare said “not a chance, you would somehow rebreak your leg the moment you got up. Now hand them over.”
A snort escaped Error at the comment before he reached back into his jacket pocket and pulled out two orbs of what looked to be pure destructive magic wrapped in blue strings to keep it contained. Error had long ago figured out that there was a way to contain the last bit of destructive energy necessary to destroy an AU and had started keeping a few around for the times when he was to exhausted to draw forth the necessary energy to eliminate the last part of an AU.
As Error lifted his hand up offering the items he asked “you remember how to use these right?”
Nightmare snorted as he took the offered destructive energy replying “drop it in the judgement hall after I’ve gotten the human’s soul and killed off all monsters in the AU and get out of there as fast as I can.”
Error gave him a bit of a glare as he said “And?”
Nightmare just rolled his eyes replying “And don’t drop them before that point or the AU has a chance of being reset.”
Error gave a nod of approval as he let his hand drop down to lay on his sternum before saying “good.”
Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at how cautious Error was with his annihilation of worlds before asking “any specific worlds you want me to go after?”
Error spent a minute thinking about what worlds need destruction before saying with a shrug “maybe go after a Yarntale and Gingertale.”
A laugh escaped Nightmare at the answer as he knew exactly why Error wanted him to go after those worlds in particular and voiced his suspicion by asking “do you want me to get you some yarn and get us some chocolate cookies while I’m destroying the worlds?”
Nightmare could only laugh as he saw stars enter Error’s eyes at the prospect of gaining some of those items and then nod very quickly. Once Nightmare regained control of himself he replies a bit out of breath “all right, I’ll get some while I’m there. Not like they are going to miss them.”
After he turned away and Error let his head turn to look at the ceiling Nightmare stopped in his tracks as he let the gunk recover his body before saying in his now distorted voice “hey, Error.”
Error turned back to look at Nightmare cringing a little at the tar like substance that was now covering the other’s body before asking “yeah?”
Nightmare turned his head back a bit to look at Error before saying “promise me if it gets as bad as it did again you’ll call me and go see a doctor about this.”
Error twitched slightly at the prospect, Nightmare knew he hated making promises much less the prospect of going to a world to get examined were it was likely he would get attacked for what he had to do, but for Nightmare he would make an exception. “yeah, all right.”
With that Nightmare opened a portal and exited into the rest of the multiverse as Error returned his gaze to the ceiling as he thought about how he hoped that the pain never get that bad again so that he didn’t have to fulfill that promise. Not knowing that that promise was going to be enacted fairly soon.
Want to read more? Check out the rest of the story on wattpad.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/117250039-the-fight-to-keep-going
