#santa is sick

[ato-dato]

Go on, burst every one of his bubbles why don’t you

#u gonna tell him the tooth fairy doesn’t exist next?? Santa isn’t real?? sick bastard #i haven’t drawn these idiots in their normal-ish form since my 1941 comic can you imagine???? #that was almost 2 months ago???? #crazy #Ive been pretty busy with comissions but I managed to scramble this together for ya #good omens #good omens series two #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #angel crowley #angel aziraphale #art #artwork #my art #fanart #digital art #drawing #comic #fan comic

[tapeworrmart]

A bullet in his head, finally 💥

#This is because he was mean to me in a sickness fuelled dream I had last night 😤 get drawed idiot #Gonna be honest lads I fucking hate this. It always seems when I wanna draw T I fuck it up. He's my boy and I always fuck it up #Oh well I blame being sick #Gta v #Gta 5 #Trevor philips #Michael de santa #Trikey #Grand theft auto 5 #fan art #art #sketch #character art

[pistachi0art]

This Christmas, don’t got a wish list, I got a hit list 🎄

#merry crisis ya’ll #I’m still sick 😷 #hlvrai #hlvrai gordos feetman #hlvrai benrey #yes this is a The Santa Claus 3 ref #danny ref- I love that vid lol

[ritterdoodles]

My Arcsys Secret Santa piece for @chaoticalrequiem 💙

#arcsys santa 2023 #guilty gear #ggstrive #happy chaos #ritte draws stuff #i'm sorry i really tried to get this done by christmas but alas the sickness got me 😭

[furbhii]

a piece i did for aleena over on twitter in lieu of stickers from my raffle, given that she already owns most of them LOL

they requested flug in the camp leader outfit from the Elmore short, and given that that's probably my favourite short i was more than happy to oblige!

(considering making that middle one into a sticker... he's just so cuuuuute)

#villainous #villainous fanart #dr. flug #demencia #5.0.5. #my art #aleena was sooooo patient with me and i super appreciate it #november and december were a total mess for me with me running that secret santa #did i talk about that? hi i moderate the r/neopets secret santa art event now #I GUESS #it was totally a labour of love i really cherish being a part of it #but i was WOEFULLY UNPREPARED #so its january and im not even done sending christmas cards out yet #and i meant to make more headway on that this week but i got sick #so. next week. i hope. #in between building ikea furniture #we desperately need storage so i bit the bullet and got a wall shelving unit #i'm very excited ive wanted it for like. two years now. #it wasnt cheap but thats what credit cards are for baybeeee #ok thats it love you bye #if you reblog please delete my tags lol

[shookethdev]

Hey @robinette-green, I was your Secret Santa this year!

I loved your designs for the boys in your 1000 followers post so decided to use them with your sona for the gift, I hope you like it!

#DCASS2023 #shooketh art #secret santa #fnaf dca #fnaf #dca sun #dca moon #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sorry for the wait! I was feeling sick earlier this week 🥲

[headaching]

joel hammond would make an excellent tumblrina

#dw i'll be back with more examples <3 #joel hammond #santa clarita diet #id in alt text #also it goes without saying but im on my 3rd scd rewatch of 2023. i am sick in the head i know this

[livingdeadbat]

Me after completely reimagining Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne to fit my sick desire of understanding and delusion

#im sick and i need tim drake singing don't tell mama #also Bruce Wayne singing santa baby #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #red robin

[tippenfunkaport]

"You ready to open your present?"

#glimmer #spop #shera #she ra #Christmas #present #santa claus #super sick but i had to at least do a quick holiday drawing of my queen #my reference for this was a Christmas ornament i own #curious if anyone will recognize it #fanart #holiday #spop fanart #spop glimmer #tippen attempts art

[justanerdwithatablet]

DCA Secret Santa 2023

I am so late! I want to wish my Secret Santa @bilolli a late Merry Christmas! The original plan was to write a fanfiction, but I forgot how difficult I find writing now. So I panicked and made this drawing. I'll also leave a small snippet of what I originally began writing. I hope you're not too disappointed!

“Thanks Moon, for putting up the Christmas lights. It makes the room feel a little more homey.”

You say with a weak smile. Moon smiled in return before his expression shifted to one of concern. He lifted his hand and pressed the back of his fingers to your forehead.

“Your fever is still pretty high. You should get some rest, Starlight.”

You scoff at the automaton and opened your mouth for a witty retort, but the words were lost as you went into another coughing fit. You turned away and covered your mouth into your elbow. Moon was quick to your side, gently taking hold of your shoulders before he ushered you to bed.

You climb in without protest this time and curl up onto your side, “Ugh… What a time to have a flare up. Course it would be right before the holidays.” You whined quietly with a sniffle. You felt a metallic hand run through your hair. It was so cool against your boiling skin and you didn’t want it to leave.

“Moon…?”

“Yes, Starlight?” He answered with a voice as soft as the quiet snowfall outside.

“Will you cuddle with me for a little while? I know it’s a weird request and it’s okay if you can’t. I just… It would be nice to be held for a little bit. At least until I can fall asleep.” You murmur to him groggily.

Moon was silent for a long moment and you could hear the whirling of his fans kicking in from behind you, “…Of course.”

You felt the bed shift as Moon climbed onto the mattress behind you. One arm slipped beneath your pillow and cradled your head from underneath. The other wrapped over your arms and pulled you close so that your back was resting comfortably against his chest plate. The soft sounds of his coolant systems echoed through the silence of the room.

Your eyes flutter shut as Moon’s faceplate pressed to the back of your head. His hand trailed to your wrist and his pressed a gentle finger over your veins. You knew he was just keeping track of your vitals, but the sensation was comfortable and soothing in a way.

“Goodnight Moon.” You whispered softly.

“Goodnight, my Star.” He mumbled back and held you just a little tighter.

#dcass2023 #secret santa #hospitalized au #hospitalized au fanart #hospitalized au fanwriting #moon #moon fnaf #moon security breach #caretaker!moon #sick!yn #moondrop #fnaf dca #moon x y/n #moon x reader #moon x self insert #digital art #my art #my writing #justanerdwithatablet #bilolli

[oldastronomer]

so what did yall get for christmas?? i got gay little southern daniel craig cursing out a musk-stand-in for being the stupidest fucking bitch alive thank you santa <3

#i also got the worst flu i've had in the last few years. santa giveth and santa taketh away. head ouchie :( #glass onion spoilers #knives out spoilers #spoilers #glass onion #knives out #glass onion a knives out mystery spoilers #this film has such acomplicated name i hope that was all spoiler tags #christmas for ts #if that's a thing?? #for those that are sick of this day #illness mention #i'm fever rambling anywho

[hallowpen]

"Vampires. They have different kinds of power."

#vampire project #the vampire project #boun noppanut guntachai #santa pongsapak #mix wanut #myedit #hallowgifs #i'm sick...and bored so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #when i don't feel like writing i edit #this fucking series has taken over my life #but it hasn't aired! #and it doesn't even have a name yet!

[silkgreentie]

????????????

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#i have a fever and started hallucinating this so i needed to get it out of my system #shanks x buggy #yes i have an ipad and procreate but no i dont know how to use it #the DID YOU FUCK MY MOM SANTA scene has been playing on repeat all day #i completely lost it a the luffy fanart inspired by it #which really shows how sick i am cause i already saw it before and did a lik hehe but today? i feel insane #also zoro is a cross guild truther cause why else would cross and mihawk start hanging out with buggy #also if someone already did this im sorry i genuinely dont recall anything i saw today on the internet

[themancorialist]

Portland Street, Manchester.

#bit late #pre Christmas #Santa Claus #Father Christmas #sick kicks #Nike #llanyard #cans #earphones #Saint Nick #after the call centre

[girls-are-weird]

[ID: Wilhelm touching the figurine of a frog with a crown in his brother's room. End ID.]

Lovely Figurines (Still Speak to Me Today). PG-13, Wille/Simon, post-canon (hopefully!). Romance and, uh… emotions? Yeah, emotions. Secret Santa present for Tui.

Simon pondered his reply and, more importantly, the wistful expression and soft smile on Wille's face as he glanced at the sweet figurine, no doubt remembering his deceased brother, whom he loved so much. Speaking of things that held significance to him… "You should keep it."

Read at FFN, AO3.

#young royals #young royals netflix #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilmon #wilhelm x simon #wille and simon #hi there otp #simon x wilhelm #wille x simon #simon x wille #cali writes fanfic #romance #feels #post-canon (hopefully!) #secret santa present #i'm sick please comment to make me feel better :(

[larissa-the-scribe]

Terrarium Lights

Part 1 of 3 for @inklings-challenge

An older lady befriends and adopts a ghost she found in her garden

Next part >>here

Michael Goffrey bid his wife farewell as he left for his next shipping job, and Gail Goffrey was once again faced with the fact that her house was cavernously empty.

She had expected the house to feel empty after her children grew up and moved on with their lives; that was the sort of thing one always heard about from the mothers and wives left behind. However, everyone seemed to stress the loneliness—not the rather more intense boredom.

Gail had always preferred quiet and alone time, so she did not take issue with the solitude. However, though she still had to cook and mend and clean and tidy and all the other tasks, it was one thing to do so for six people and quite another, shorter thing to do so for two. It was even less of a thing to do so for one, since Michael had been promoted to first mate and now had to accompany the airships personally, no longer simply loading and unloading at the cloudends as he once did.

Empty and meaningless. That’s what it felt like. With her family, she had people to help and care for. With just herself, she felt as though she were wasting time walking in circles for no other purpose than to exist.

She made it to the second day without any significant issue.

She was out tending to the herb garden when it happened—a bug wandered in front of her. That shouldn’t have been a problem. Bugs were some of her favorite creatures. But after the first smile, it hit her that she hadn't seen a new kind of one in months—this one already had three sketches in her notebook.

She’d run out of garden bugs to document.

Bugs, of all things. Bugs were everywhere, bugs had never-ending variations, bugs were constant. And she’d run out of them.

Stabbing the trowel into the earth perilously close to the offending bug, she sat back on her heels and looked up at the sky.

"Well, Lord, I reckon you put me on your good Earth for a reason. And I don't think it was just to sketch bugs." She smoothed her apron out, flicking bits of dirt off of it. "I also doubt I'm done with what I'm supposed to do down here, otherwise I wouldn't be here. But if you don't mind me saying, I'm awfully bored of where I am, though I do love my house and my husband and my town quite fierce. But I have all the time in the world, and I'd like to do good with it, if I could. So if you could show me what to do where I can—give me eyes to see as who I can do good towards—then I would appreciate it mightily."

Gail had prayed similar prayers before, with varying regularity. She knew the good Lord had heard her, as he always did. And if he answered with more solitude and time and boredom, then she supposed that was where she was meant to be for the moment. But she dearly hoped there might be something new this time.

So, really, she shouldn't have been surprised to see someone under the loquat tree. But then again, it had been raining since before dawn, so no one in their right mind would have been outdoors. She should know, since she herself had been out gathering moss for terrariums and hadn't heard a breath from anyone all day, even near the city.

Her first impression was that the lad was quite young. Younger than her youngest, in fact, who had not too long ago started her career as a professor at the nearby university. Looked perhaps like he could be one of her students. Very slight of build, as though he needed to eat more, and small looking as he sat hunched in the rain and letting the wet drip down his messy hair, full of loose ends that had gotten free from his ponytail.

Gail stood at the edge of her garden for a moment, resting her pail of moss against the stone border as she observed him.

He didn't move, just sat there with his face turned towards the soil, and didn't seem to see her. Part of his shoulder seemed stained, perhaps with mud. With the house not a few feet to the left, she wondered if he'd tried to knock and not gotten an answer, what with her out and about.

Well, unexpected or not, there was really only one thing to do.

Gripping her pail handle resolutely, Gail marched her way through the garden paths and stood in front of him. He shifted at the sound of her approach, turning his face up towards her—his eyes were pale, as if someone had sketched them on and not bothered with paint. What's more, up closer, the brownish stain on his shoulder looked rather like dried blood.

He tilted his head, as if trying to tell where the sound had come from.

"Well then," she said after a long moment of trying to figure out what to say, "who might you be?"

"Oh." He looked more directly at her, and somehow the eyes looked a bit more colored in, like they remembered they could be brown. "Dreadfully sorry, ma'am. I seem to have gotten lost in the rain. I hope you don't mind me taking a few moments here under your tree?"

He hadn't answered the question, but he seemed more surprised than shifty. "Not at all. Unpleasant weather to be lost in, for sure. If you'd like, you can wait it out under a roof."

"Oh," he said again, and looked to his left; this time it seemed like he understood what he was seeing. "I suppose that would be nicer."

"Well, you're welcome to my roof, if you’d like," she said. She wondered how long he would take her up on that.

He awkwardly stumbled to his feet before she could offer her hand. "That's very kind of you, ma'am."

"Would you like anything to eat?" She went ahead and led the way to the kitchen door.

He hummed thoughtfully. "Thank you ma’am, but I don't think I'm hungry."

She didn't think he would be, but, well, it wasn't like she had experience with this. Which concerned her—she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. At least he didn't seem to be wicked. She supposed he must need a helping hand and, while she needed to figure out what that help was, he was still just a boy; she would do him the courtesy of treating him accordingly.

The porch and floors, old and creaky since long before she and her husband and infant son had moved in decades ago, greeted them with typical fanfare as they trudged over the threshold. She dripped her way over to the stove, where she put the kettle on; it was unlikely that her visitor would want any, but she most certainly did. Setting her pail of moss by the stove to deal with later, she glanced back to see the lad standing in the middle of the space, staring up at the roof.

Gail wondered if he noticed that he wasn't wet.

"Say," she said, carefully pulling teacups out of the cupboard, "what did you say your name was?"

He looked at her sharply. "I… I don't think I did."

"Hmmmm. Well, how should I call you, then?"

He stared at her.

In the background, the rain continued on.

"Should I just call you ma'am, then?" He said, smiling faintly.

Gail squinted at him. "Now then, young man, are you dodging the question deliberately, or do you just not have an answer?"

"Oh." He glanced around the kitchen, then back to her, and blanked. "Sorry, what was the question?"

Gail rested back against the counter. She picked up her glasses from where she'd left them this morning, and stuck them on, pushing the temples through her sodden mess of hair. "I was just asking what your name was."

His eyes widened. "I… don't… Didn't I answer that?"

"Not as I can recall."

"That… that was rude of me, then, wasn't it?" His eyes were still wide, and the brown was fading.

Maybe it was rude of her to keep pressing the matter. He seemed not to know. Gail pressed her glasses firmer on her nose, trying to reach some kind of decision—but whatever was going on with her guest had been set in motion.

"What is my name?" He asked, his voice rising. "I can't remember my name."

"That's alright, dear," she said, trying to distract him, calm him down. "Do you remember where you were before my garden?"

It had the opposite effect.

He stepped back, towards the door, and glanced around with eyes that no longer understood where he was. "No… I-I can't remember… where am I? Do you know my name?"

"I'm afraid I—"

The kettle shrieked into the space between them with a rush of steam.

The lad cast a wild glance in its direction, stepped backwards. Gail, startled into motion, scrambled to shut the thing off.

When she turned back, the space where he had stood was dry and empty. She and the rain and her pail of terrarium moss had been left alone again.

#inklingschallenge #inklings 2023 #team lewis #genre: portal fantasy #theme: burial #theme: visiting the sick #story: unfinished #the santa juliana files #terrarium lights #original fiction #scribe does inklings