Shaky Hands- Prompt Fill

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

Okay a heatwave is crashing thru where I live rn so time to bring back Being Sick in Hot Weather! (some based on my experiences)

Sickie mistakes their fever for it just being super hot, cue trying to cool themselves down to no avail

Maybe their fever gets worse overnight and they find out in the morning *shrugs*

Or they’re shivering and feel cold? Which tips off their SO/roommate/friend/etc cuz they’re in the middle of the heatwave

Leaving their window open to get some cool night time air in only for it to backfire in the morning

Their already sore throat is worse, their throat and nostrils are dry

Maybe something theyre allergic to got in and now they’re all sneezy on top of being hot and sick

Can’t 👏 sleep 👏 too 👏 hot

Or alternatively: the warmer weather is constantly lulling them into micronaps throughout the day

Just getting frustrated cuz it’s So Hot and they feel Horrible 😭

your loudmouth character has been cursed by a witch for mouthing off, and as a result, they can only speak 1 more sentence aloud for the rest of their life. after that, they won’t be able to make another sound ever again. how do they learn to communicate? and when they finally use their sentence, what do they say, and to whom?

I love characters throwing up on themselves in settings where they can’t properly clean up. Like, forget all the cleaning wonders of the modern world, forget rain or water or anything, just put this poor hottie in the middle of a forest or desert and let them mess themselves all up in some delicious puke. And they have to keep wandering for hours or days on end in the same dirty clothes. 

post - trauma sentence starters  blood, death mention.

“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”

concerned starters send a sentence, get a drabble.  

“ wait here. i’ll go see what the noise was. ”

“ does it hurt? tell the truth. ”

“ eat as much as you can. you need to build your strength back up. ”

“ let’s get you into a clean shirt. you’ve already sweat through that one.”

“ don’t try to push yourself. ”

“ get behind me. ”

“ stay on the phone. ”

“ were you able to keep that down? ”

“ shh, it’s me, only me. ”

“ you can hold onto me if you’re scared. ”

“ small sips. there you go. don’t want you getting sick. ”

“ you need to calm down before you make yourself sick again. ”  

“ i’m sure that’s too much for you to understand right now. but i’ll be here the next time you wake up, and i’ll tell you again. i’ll keep telling you. ”

“ i won’t let you fall. ”

“ why? because i don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why. ”

“ are you stuffy? you sound stuffy. ”

“ can you take one more sip for me? ”

“ i know you’re exhausted right now, but you need to take your medicine. ”

“ you can use my jacket for a blanket. ”

“ i told you to stay in bed. ”

“ breathe for me, that’s it. all the way in, there you go. now out, good. now again, nice and slow. you’re doing so well. ”

“ leave your bandages alone. ”

“ do you need to lie down? ”

“ put this on, we’re going to the hospital. don’t argue with me. ”

“ all you need to worry about is getting better. ”

“ i carried you. ”

“ you should be in bed. ”

“ i’ll be right here when you wake up. ”

“ i know you can’t talk, but i just want you to know that i’m not going anywhere. ”

“ that needs bandages. ”

“ let your stomach throw up if it wants to. kneel down here and i’ll hold you. ”

“ i didn’t want to wake you. it’s been a long day. ”

FEBUWHUMP 2021 PROMPTS

the prompt list is out! these prompts were chosen entirely from a poll that you guys filled out! the 28 days of february are filled (in a random order) with the top 28 prompts as voted for by you guys! the 10 switch outs are the next in your favourites, with a few write-in prompts too!

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Look, “I don’t feel very well” followed by some physical expression of illness/vulnerability, up to and including straight-up passing out, will always sweep the legs out from under me. That’s just the way life is.

been thinking a lot about the buildup. that moment when nausea goes from uncomfortable to oh shit need to get to a toilet immediately, when it gets so strong the sickie gets dizzy and has hot-and-cold flashes and all they can do is pant over the bowl, saliva dripping from their lips, occasionally jolting forward with increasingly frequent wet hiccups and belches. 

they can feel the urge to heave sitting at the back of their throat but nothing’s coming up yet, just overwhelming nausea and the knowledge that they’re gonna be sick, they’re past the point of no return, but all they can do is sit there in absolute misery, waiting for it to happen.