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characters that get sick and hide it, the way wild animals hide all signs of weakness to avoid becoming a target. they take efforts to look normal and healthy until something finally snaps, a fever spikes, the sleepless nights of coughing and feeling like death catch up to them.

characters that get sick and make a huge fuss about it, wallowing in heaps of blankets and being pathetic while their friends humour this behavior and dote on them.

characters that go from the first to the second. they used to have to hide any sign of weakness to survive, but now they're in a safer environment and they realized that their new friends would shower them in attention and comfort if they were sick. now they make up for lost time, and their friends, aware of how they used to be, are all happy to indulge them.

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An injured character well on their way toward recovery, up and moving around without too much trouble, but still with bandages and dressings that slip in and out of view as hems and cuffs and sleeves and plackets shift as they move to offer glimpses of the wrapped and bound-up injuries beneath their clothes and reminders of the fading hurts they still bear.

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"Is there anything I can do?" + Whumpee

"...Some tea? Maybe?"

"No, I... I don't think so. Thank you, though, I appreciate it."

"Just. Don't go?"

"Can you close the curtains? It's... bright."

"Do you mind if I just... hold your hand for a bit?"

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sorry i hope it is not too shocking and unforgivable that i want him bleeding and dying on it

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I love depictions of someone realizing they have a bit of temperature:

"I think you have a fever" - from someone else to the sickie. or... "I feel too warm" - from the sickie to another person.

But can we talk about all the other symptoms of someone developing a fever? Those little details make the reading experience so much better. It makes you feel pity for the poor sickie.

I'd love to see more of these golden nuggets:

Glossy eyes/eyes tearing up involuntarily.

Feeling heavy and sluggish all day/struggling with body weakness.

Eyes stinging from the heat, causing them to rub them.

Being told they look restless/tired more than once.

Flushed face AND ears, shoulders and neck are great too.

REDDEN LIPS! have you ever seen a cold person istg-

Dazed / distracted look, like they're thinking all the time.

Little groans / whimpers when moving because it hurts.

Eyes tearing up NOT involuntarily, they feel really bad.

Saying they don't feel hungry/thirsty but downing water like crazy.

Tender throats when drinking cold things, makes them wince.

Given the last two points, choking on water. Classic.

Slow reflexes, they are more clumsy than usual. Swaying on feet.

Stuffed-up headaches, lightheaded and/or having dizziness spells.

Passing out momentarily/knocked out cold. Womp Womp/aff.

Body sore and achy, from fever and constantly banging on stuff.

Nausea from the dizziness, it may or may not end of throwing up.

Tummy aches related to the cause of the fever! Those are good.

Seeking warmth because they feel "cold". They're burning up.

Additionally, someone notices how hot they are. "You're cold???"

Having fever dreams before/after noticing the fever. Daww...

And my personal favorite...

They try to carry on their activities as usual with two extra layers of clothes on them, and feeling off but blaming it on anything other than being sick, then feeling like absolute shit after they realize they are running a fever and, probably, are very sick too.

What's your favorite telltale symptoms from someone with fever?

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There is something so intimate about the caretaker washing the whumpee's hair. Maybe they're too weak to do it on their own - or too deep into a depressive episode. Or maybe their hands are seriously injured, making this simple everyday action impossible.

The whumpee is sitting on the floor, with their back against the tub and the caretaker is slowly pouring warm water on their head.

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Manhandle your whumpees.

Grab them by the arm and twist until something burns and crunches. Shove them down into their knees and rub their faces into the hard ground until their cheeks bruise or their lips bleed or their noses break. Slam them into walls. Grab them by the collar and shake them hard. Throw them around. Hold them by the throat to get their attention. Grab them hard enough to leave finger marks just because you can.

Leave your whumpees with bruises and aches that will linger long after the abuse has stopped.

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a wild wip wednesday appears

or maybe whump wednesday would be more accurate lol........ anyway. i was going insane from not writing yugiohs so here's this extremely drafty thing don't mind the random gap where i just didn't know how to write in the middle part.

content warnings: vomiting, drugging

Seto’s body trembles with effort. His innards convulse, as if they’re trying to crawl up his throat and splatter on the ground before him: liver followed by lungs followed by who knows what. But despite the tension clear as day within him, his limbs are limp, barely holding him up enough to avoid collapsing face-first in the puddle of sick before him.

He thinks this might be what it feels like to die.

“Hey. Rich boy.” Warm, solid hands settle on Seto’s shoulders. Though he’s completely encased in the fabric of his turtleneck, without the further barrier of his shed jacket, the hands might as well be up against his bare skin for how intimate the touch feels. It burns him. He wants to shrug the interloper away, but his strength fails him. In fact, if it weren’t for the steadying grasp entrapping him, he thinks he might have collapsed by now.

“Kaiba, hey,” the voice comes again, more urgently. “What’s goin’ on? Talk to me.”

None of your business, deadbeat. Get lost. Leave me alone.

A groan escapes his lips, followed by a weak gag and a splash of vomit that drips down his lip to join the existing puddle.

“Shit.” Wheeler curses under his breath before, to Seto’s complete shock, he brings a hand up and places a finger beneath Seto’s chin, heedless of the vomit that soils it. “Look at me a sec.” He tilts Seto’s face up. Seto has no choice but to obey.

Wheeler’s eyes are searching, his brow creased - and whatever he sees in Seto’s face only makes it furrow further. 

“Where’s your phone?”

Seto’s phone is sitting in the pocket of his discarded jacket, utterly useless. Too far away to make a call, too far for Isono or Mokuba to use it to pinpoint his location. With tremendous effort, he shakes his head.

“Okay,” Wheeler mutters. He extracts his own phone from his pocket, laying it on the ground before Seto with the keypad up. “Can you put a number in for me? Isono or someone?”

Seto’s not sure he likes the fact that Wheeler knows exactly who Seto would turn to first, but right now that’s about seventh on his list of priorities at the absolute highest. With a trembling hand (hell, his entire arm is trembling), he keys in the number. Though he has Roland on speed-dial on his own phone, he knows the number by heart; even still, the agonizing seconds it takes him to input the number must tick up to a minute. Each mistake of his fumbling fingers necessitates further effort to delete, effort that is rapidly growing too much for his body.

“That’s it,” Wheeler’s encouragement is soft in his ear. “That’s good. Almost got it, then I’ll do the talking, alright?”

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Hello hello!

What is your favorite type of whumper? IE, intimate, stoic, sadistic, etc?

-- @whumperofworlds

I usually tend towards whumperless whump tbh! illness and accidental injury haha;;; if there is a whumper involved though I'm usually into like 'taken captive/tortured for information' type scenarios? idk if that's really a particular 'type' though haha

ty for the ask!!!

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Feeling very social today haha.

If anyone wants a whumpy related ask, feel free to reblog this (reblogs mostly because side blogs and I can't tell who's who at times LOL)

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On the subject of the ever-intimate hand-to-forehead fever check. Of course I love the classics — “You’re burning up,” “You’re really warm,” etc but, for your consideration:

“That’s a fever.”

Decisive. Objective. Authoritative. It isn’t a question, it isn’t just a possibility, it’s a point of fact. It is so very obviously a fever that it can be referred to by the term itself rather than with subjective descriptions of warmth. No further inquiry is required, it was confirmed the instant a cool hand met skin that is much, much too hot. The one last piece of evidence for a conclusion they had, for the most part, already come to. 

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X-Files S02E25

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ehehehheheehe

broke 200k words published on ao3 today fellas

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There's just something about tender head and shoulders touches from a caretaker.

Cradling the whumpee's face in their hands

Thumbing their cheekbone

Tipping their chin up

Carding a hand through their hair

Palm against a pulse point

Cupping the back of their neck

Supporting the back of their head

Honestly just resting a hand on the crown of their head

Squeezing/massaging their shoulders

I just. 💖

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i have so many thoughts on the word “drowsy”. GOD i can’t get enough of it. i LOVE the implications of it bc it can be related to so many different scenarios with similar vibes

maybe whumpee has had an extremely exhausting day. i’m talking manual labor— working for hours to get something done and they’re finally home and they are BONE tired. maybe caretaker brings them some food and runs them a hot bath, and once they’re warm and their belly is full they find it physically impossible to stay awake. their head keeps bobbing up and down with threats of nodding off, their eyes have that glassy, drowsy, far away look to them, and they’re barely coherent anymore, just focused on keeping their eyes open, but it’s a losing battle. eventually caretaker sidles up to them and guides their head to lay on the space between caretaker’s chin and shoulder and sleep finally takes them

or maybe whumpee has been in a fight or is severely injured or something of the sort, and they’ve been patched up and pumped full of pain meds and are lying in a hospital bed. caretaker is beside them, gently carding their fingers through their hair with a quiet conversation and the gesture as well as the copious amounts of drugs in whumpee’s system is making their eyelids droop. they feel the pleasant buzz of the pain relief and they finally get to rest after whatever unfortunate circumstance landed them in the hospital in the first place and caretaker notices them losing the battle with sleep because their conversation becomes more of a drowsy mumble and then whumpee’s breathing evens out and they’re out

i just love a sleepy whumpee i wanna hold them and let them get the sleep they deserve (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡

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Thinking about how fevers will work with one’s natural body temperature.

Maybe you’ve got a character who runs hot, generally—they’re bigger or have more muscle mass, or they’ve just always been on the warmer side. Always sporting a loose t-shirt or tank top around the house, sleeps with light blankets only. Then they get a fever, and everyone immediately notices, because they’re currently wearing more than one layer of clothes or piling on the blankets. It’s an instant tell.

Or maybe you’ve got a character who runs cold, who tends to wear thick winter coats in the fall and can be shivering in a standard office building, and they’re slower on the uptake. Being a bit more chilly than usual doesn’t immediately alarm them. Cold fingers and toes are part of their norm. Until the day drags on, blankets don’t take the edge off, they feel increasingly worse and realize, Oh—I’ve got a fever.

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A character so exhausted/ill/out of it they're only able to be partially roused- still responsive enough not to be wholly unconscious but answering with only mumbles and the occasional groan to questions; eyelids that only briefly flutter open to reveal a hazy gaze beneath; able to drink and swallow but having to be coaxed through every sip; not entirely a deadweight to manipulate but able to offer only passive assistance to actually moving and unable to actively support themselves; needing to be constantly pestered and prodded while being cared for otherwise they'll slip back into a stupour.