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Doodled my bbg because I miss him (Ft. Elf ears cause you can never go wrong with themđź¤đź¤đź¤)
I have come to acknowledge that I rarely upload complete works, but now I have promising myself to at least dedicate time actually finishing artworks now. I am starting to learn much more in Drawing class this semester, understanding how light works and other basics. Here's a WIP for a ship that stole my heart
Bishamon practice based off of a model photo Might or might not finish
Noragami Boys Sick Headcanons
I don’t know guys. I’m bored.
~Yato tends to push off his illness if he thinks it’ll inconvenience either himself or anyone around him, (which happens all the time, because he always has things to do.) But once he’s finally reached his limit of hiding it, he’s a whining and complaining nightmare. He makes it hard for people to want to take care of them, wishing he’d kept it to himself a little longer.
~Yukine gets very grumpy when he doesn’t feel well. Since Yato isn’t able to sense when the regalia is sick, he can always depend on the sudden outbursts of anger and bad attitude aimed at him. Even while resting, Yukine doesn’t want Yato, or anyone for that matter, near him. He feels disgusting and vulnerable. No one needs to see that.Â
~Kazuma is a blessed vessel. He can’t just “take the day off” and spend it lying in his warm, soft, welcoming, bed… Veena needs him to be on guard at all times just in case anyone decides to penetrate the shrine. He can hold out just a little longer…
~Daikoku knows when his body is used up to its limit. He understands that he’s no help to Lady Kofuku if he’s ill, so he might as well take a day off and rest up as much as possible. He tries not to be around the god in fear of getting her sick as well.Â
Old Yukine sickfic
So I have this Yukine sickfic that I wrote a while back...
"So our job is to babysit this baby?" Yukine asked, staring strangely at the baby that was lying in its crib. Yato hummed in acknowledgment while he rubbed the five yen coin smoothly with his fingers. All was quiet as Yukine watched the baby, not exactly sure what to do. He didn't remember ever having to take care of anyone younger than himself, so he was totally new at this. But, he was glad that the baby didn't need anything just yet.
Yato was sitting in a brown leather chair, head resting in his hand, and his elbow rested on the armrests. He was exhausted, presumably from all the jobs he kept accepting. He was beginning to drift off when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. The god sighed and pulled out his phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID.
"Hello, thank you for calling. Fast, affordable, and reliable, Delivery God Yato, at your service," he answered smoothly.
"Hey Yato." a familiar female voice greeted from the other end of the phone. It took Yato a moment to register who it was, but he smiled, realizing it was Hiyori. (Now, Yato didn't "love" Hiyori. He just thought she was really pretty, had an absolutely amazing personality, and was just completely and utterly amazing. Obviously nothing more than a friendly relationship.)
"Hey, what's up Hiyori?"
"I was just wondering if you and Yukine were still coming to Kofuku and Daikoku's house later," she asked. Yato's eyes widened. He had completely forgotten that the two were supposed to be at Lady Kofuku's house. He was about to reply when he felt a wave of pain wash over him but then settle in one spot. His head?
Is it a blight? the god wondered. Yato pressed a hand to the painful area, and when he looked at his hand, a purple bruise was spreading.
"Actually Hiyori, let me get back to you on that," Yato told her, wincing slightly. Hiyori agreed and he put his phone away. The god sighed, upset that he can't get one simple job done without something going wrong. Turning his attention towards the regalia sitting in the chair across from him, he noticed that the boy was holding the baby in his arms, both sleeping. Yato smiled but winced once again as he felt pain hit his stomach. What the heck is happening?
That's when he heard the groan come from the teenage boy.
"Yato, take the baby." the regalia mumbled. Yato probably wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't paying such close attention to him. Yukine looked extremely pale and his eyebrows were furrowed. Yato grabbed the baby into his arms and watched as the boy darted out of the chair. It wasn't long until he heard retching noises coming from the hallway near the baby's room. Yato mentally facepalmed. How could he have not been able to tell the regalia was sick? Maybe because he didn't know regalias could even get sick. But it's not his fault. His old regalia had never been sick in the short amount of time he had her.
"Yukine, you okay?" the god asked, slowly making his way towards the hallway, the baby not even squirming in his arms. It took a moment for Yukine to reply, as he was quite busy at the moment.
"Yeah, I just...urg...I don't know. I think it's just something I ate." the regalia replied, voice sounding strained and out of breath. Yato sighed, slightly irritated that he hadn't said anything about it when the pain started. He felt the baby move in his arms and whimper. 'Oh, not you too.' he internally groaned. He softly rocked the baby in an attempt to calm it down, and the baby quieted.
"Ugh, why don't you tell me anything? Well, what do you want to do? Do you wanna go back to Kofuku's place and rest there?" Yato asked, then winced as he heard a splash of liquid on liquid come from the bathroom.
"No no, I'll be okay. Just, ugh, just let me get this out of my system." Yukine groaned once the vomiting stopped. Yato rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the regalia was definitely sick and just trying to shrug it off. The god was beginning to grow tired of standing, so he places the baby gingerly into its crib and goes back to sit on the bigger couch. When he sat down, he felt a huge stab of pain come from his stomach which caused him to almost keel over.
"God Yukine, is it really that bad?" Yato groaned, clutching the painful area. Yukine just groaned in response, again, not understanding why the god was trying to talk to him when he was obviously busy trying to stop ejecting his stomach into the porcelain bowl.
Yato sat there, trying to ignore the random pangs of pain and waited for the boy to come out of the bathroom. Now, before you go ahead thinking that Yato was being a dick, he wasn't going to help the kid because by the way he didn't tell Yato about his discomfort in the first place, he could see that Yukine was the kind of person that didn't want to be fussed over and didn't want anyone to see him in such a weak state. So he was just helping the kid save energy that he didn't have on yelling at him for trying to help.
About five minutes later, he felt the couch dip and there sat the sickly regalia. His face was pale but his cheeks were incredibly flushed, making it look like he was blushing. His arms were gripped around his stomach. Yato sighed, throwing his hands behind his head.
"You really don't feel good, do you?" the god asked. Yukine hummed, confirming his statement.
"Well, how about I call Aiko and tell her we have to leave early. I'll just take you back to Kofuku's house." Yato reasoned. He knew Yukine didn't want to appear weak, but it looked (and felt) like the regalia was in a lot of pain, and probably just wanted to lie down in a place he was familiar with. Yukine looked reluctant, but when his stomach churned nauseatingly, he nodded, not wanting to vomit here anymore.
AT KOFUKU'S
The trip over to the poverty god’s home was...an experience. Yato didn’t even realize that using his power to get them to Kofuku’s would jostle Yukine’s stomach, which explains the vomit splattered all over his boots.
“Yatty what happened to Yukine-kun?!” Kofuku screeched at the sight of Yukine leaning heavily into Yato’s side, panting hard. Daikoku quickly followed behind with a string of curses leaving his mouth. He assisted Yukine by pulling him onto his back and waited for the explanation.
“The kid’s sick with some stomach bug. Could you get him a bucket or something? I’m gonna run out and get some medicine.” Yato summarized, rubbing his hand over his neck, feeling the burn of a blight. Kofuku still looked extremely worried, but nodded and motioned Daikoku inside. Sighing, the god wondered where he could find stomach medicine…
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