#Delerium

[comfortingcatharsis]

A deliriously ill/fevered/drugged/confused character begging and pleading and calling for their companion- the companion who's right there beside them trying to shush and soothe and reassure them, but they're too out of it to register their presence or recognise them even when the companion is clutching the fevered character's hand and stroking their hair and cradling their face in their palm and leaning into their line of hazy sight and talking softly to them; all to no avail as the distressed and delirious character continues to cry out for them with increasing desperation and mumbled sobs.

[digiflohw]

Finishing up last year's arttrober list as warmup for this year.

Here's Delerium from Sandman for Day24

[99point9percentwhump]

Voyage to the bottom of the sea S4E22 Flaming Ice

[builder051]

Whumpmas in July 2024 day 29: Delerium

[skellymom]

HEADCANNON SOUNDTRACK

FOR MY BAD BATCH LOVELIES

"Heaven's Earth" by Delerium ft Kristy Thirsk

"This is seduction of the highest order"

Sorry, I use Youtube instead of Spotify (which is less buggy on certain devices...and Spotify has come under some scrutiny as of late...)

(TBB Pinterest Credit by Stardust-divider credit @cafekitsune and @4ngelic-wh1spers)

Lyrics:

''I know you want me

But caution inspires

Your tamed indifference

Won't challenge me

Could it, could it be

Love's what you deny me?

This spoiled seduction Intoxicates thee,

So balanced on my halo

You long secretly

Could it, could it be

Love's what you deny me?

Don't deny yourself

'Cause I know what you want

You can't deny me

We'll be together

So try to run, love

But you won't get away

Could it, could it be

Love's what you deny me?''

[tomorrowusa]

Trump was ludicrous even well before he hit retirement age. Those gallons of DietCoke® he guzzles every day act as a hallucinogen which accentuates his bizarre ramblings about sharks, batteries, bird cemeteries, and "the late, great Hannibal Lecter".

[breannasfluff]

Delirious Fantasy

Whump Rating: 3/5

“Why’d you leave me?”

Warriors throws a frantic glance at the others, but Hyrule just shakes his head. They’ve done everything they can. The captain turns back to Wild and carefully smooths back his hair. “Shh, it’s okay. No one left, we’re still here.”

“No. No, you left.”

“Wild, it’s Wars. Look at me.” He cups the kid’s face, but his eyes skate past his, lost to the haze of fever and infection. “We’re here. I promise.”

Warriors dips a rag in the bowl of water at his side and wrings it out before wiping the sweat from the champion’s forehead.

“Lost you,” Wild whispers to the air. “Lose everyone. Ledge’s right; living’s shit.”

Warriors squints but turns back to wet the cloth again. “Well Cook, I’m afraid you are stuck with us.”

He giggles and bats away the cloth. His arm shakes. “That’s right. Ghosts. I always get the ghosts. Do you…visit each other? Must be lonely, being ghosts.” His eyes catch on Warriors and sharpen. “Are you lonely?”

He doesn’t let his face betray how the question cuts. “You need to rest, Wild.”

“I’m lonely.” His eyes slip away and dim, focus gone. “Friends, family; it doesn’t matter. Everyone dies. I just get the ghosts.”

“Hyrule!” The captain’s voice is harsh when he calls, but memories of the battlefield cloud his instincts. The healer, gaunt and overdrawn, still comes over. “Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Hyrule pulls back the blanket and lifts the bandages. The wound weeps pus and rotting flesh; infection too far gone for their meager supplies and location. He meets Warriors’ eyes and slowly shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any more magic to give.”

It’s true, but the captain resents it anyway.

“Hey…ghost. Ghosts.” They turn their attention back to Wild. “When I’m a ghost, will you be there?”

“You aren’t going to die,” Hyrule says, firmer than anyone believes.

Wild ignores this or doesn’t process the words. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

The captain takes Wild’s hand, lifting it to press a gentle kiss to the back. “You won’t be alone,” he whispers.

“Good…good.” His eyes are hazing over, slipping further into the fever. “It’s nice to have…family.”

Hyrule doesn’t comment on the tears on Warriors’ cheeks, and he doesn’t mention how the healer sobs. Wild is the priority right now. Whatever happens, they won’t leave him alone.

~

The kid gets worse, not better. Warriors lifts the bandage and gags at the smell. “Hyrule, this is bad. What do we do?”

Silence. He turns to look at the healer and frowns. Hyrule is slumped over by the fire. He was trying to make a healing potion, never mind that they didn’t have the ingredients.

“Hyrule?” It takes a few shakes of his shoulder to get the traveler to blink at him. His eyes are puffy. “Hey, I know you’re tired, but we need your help.”

“I don’t…was just resting my eyes.” He turns slowly back to the potion, which is going nowhere. “Wild?”

“It’s doing worse. A lot worse. I don’t…it’s rotting.” Wounds like this kill. But they can't lose Wild. They will switch, or find the others. Something. Anything. This couldn’t be the end.

The traveler drags himself over. Shadows hollow his cheeks and his limbs tremble slightly. He’s pushed himself too far. Yet even with this knowledge, Warriors asks for more. Hyrule looks at the wound and frowns, then pulls the bandage off all the way. “Let’s let it breathe.”

“Can you heal it any more?”

He holds a hand over the skin and pink sparks sizzle and die. “I’m out.”

“Still?”

“If I draw anymore, I’ll pull from my lifeforce. It’s not regenerating fast enough; not in these conditions.”

The captain nods. This can’t be a choice between the two of them. He won’t trade one life for another. Even if that’s what he’s done during the war; over and over. How many times did he decide for the greater good?

And now…the greater good is that Hyrule, with his healing, needs to live. Wild is bright and energetic; their crazy cook. But in the grand scheme; he’s expendable. Warriors is expendable. He’d give anything to trade places, but there’s nothing to be done. Just move forward with the terrible hand they’ve been dealt.

~

Wild’s chatting to the air when Warriors pulls his head off his arms. Hyrule is asleep rather than watching over the champion; it’s not his fault; they are both tired.

“Mipha! You wouldn’t believe how much Sidon’s grown! Or maybe you would, given the size of your dad. Revali, you’d be proud of how the rito revere your skills. I mean, you’re still an ass, but I think you’d like it.”

The captain recognizes the names of the champions, but there’s no one there, of course. Wild’s too far gone to fever to recognize his surroundings.

“Oh, I need to tell you about the group I met! Oh, Urbosa, their leader reminds me of you. I think you’d get along. And Daruk! Wind would love you. I…I had a great time with them. It was nice to be part of—a family again, you know?”

Warriors scoots closer and lays a hand on Wild’s shoulder. He doesn’t notice, just chats to the empty air.

“We went through so much together. And I saved the captain in the end. I mean sure, I would have loved to stay with them, but I don’t matter, you know? He does. They both do.”

Despite knowing it’s pointless, Warriors gives the champion’s shoulder a shake. “Wild. Wild, hey.”

No response to his surroundings. “I’d do it again. Just like Zelda. I’m expendable. I should have died so many times. So, if I can do one good thing with my life?” His voice trails off to a raspy whisper. “I’ll save them every time.”

“Wild! Hey, listen to me, you hear? You’re good just as you are! You shouldn’t give yourself up for me!” Warriors is crying, but he continues to shake the limp hero. “I’m just a stupid guy with too much pride. Please, Wild…please!”

The champion giggles, too high and stuttering. It breaks down into a cough and the putrid skin weeps harder with the motion.

“Please…kid, I can’t lose you.” Warriors hold’s the limp hand closest to him, bowing over his knees. “What’s the point of being a hero if I can’t save you?”

Wild doesn’t answer, just stares at the ghosts only he can see.

[bugged-bread]

With the Isaac Online update on the horizon, I'm curious if any changes are coming to the two genuine scars on an amazing game, Delirium and Greedier Mode. Ed said that the Isaac Online update would include QoL improvements and I don't think it's out of the question that Delirium and Greedier Mode could see some substantial changes being made to them, finally making them an actually enjoyable part of the game.

[omegaremix]

Autumn 1999 Mixtape:

Alec Empire  Limited Editions 1990-1994

Filter “Take A Picture”

Front Line Assembly State Of Mind

Nine Inch Nails The Fragile

Chris Connelly Whiplash Boychild

Einsturzende Neubauten Tabula Rasa

Autechre EP7

Delerium “Flowers Become Screens”

Lights Of Euphoria “Hope Of Salvation”

Pigface “First Taken Third Found” (Phylr RMX)

Patric Catani 100 DPS

Carl Crack Black Ark

Juno Reactor Bible Of Dreams

Underworld “King Of Snake” (Fatboy Slim RMX)

Not Breathing “Aceed Emprov Garbash”

Ministry Dark Side Of The Spoon

Death Funk Funk Riot Beat

Eat Static “Contact”

Nic Endo White Heat

[acommonloon]

It was blue skies when I opened the unmarked door and stepped into Sergio’s World Beers. Six hours later, it was just after ten when I said good night to Diana and Brandon and stepped out onto the sidewalk to call my Lyft. It was dark!

Before that I’d said good night to Chris and David, visiting from Somerset, KY. They were well educated and traveled men, theists unafraid to speak to an atheist and debate religion, climate change, and swap beer stories.

Before that I’d wished Shannon a happy birthday as he left. Another engineer, he told me things about Sergio I didn’t know, Sergio’s dad is a renowned mathematician!

Before that I’d congratulated the owner, Sergio Ribenboim on being made an Honorary Knight of the Brewer’s Paddle by the Guild of Brewers in Belgium. Sergio is a treasure for Louisville.

Six hours of delightful conversation fueled by four five wonderful beers, counting the Deus champagne beer Sergio shared for Shannon’ birthday. All in all, a typical session to be honest.

Strangers crossing bridges to meet in a bar.

[allmpoems]

What the Fuck? [2/21/24]

have you ever just felt like slowing down

does that seem alright to you?

like- fast is boring, cuz once you're done

there's nothing left to do

do you ever feel like speeding up?

doing something crazy, just for once

going slow, it leaves neglect

cuz "the heart wants what it wants'

[comfortingcatharsis]

Delirium or fever or concussion or exhaustion playing havoc with a character's sense of time so that the flow of events gets a bit slippery and they have no conception of the length of time passing- the companion tending to them steps out for just long enough to brew a cup of tea or fetch another blanket and returns to a character sure they've been abandoned, left to fend for themself, drowning in loneliness-

[uwumacaronitime]

If this was a tumblr post, it would be the exact same set of images and caption, but then OP writes two paragraps about the eroticisim of the machine

[99point9percentwhump]

Whumpcember 2023 Day 2 - Sickness

[t0xikon]

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumpril day 10

(Shiver/breathless/”I’m scared”)

“Let me go! Let me go let me go please—!”

Caretaker held Whumpee firmly from behind, holding their flailing arms as still as possible. It did nothing to stop Whumpee from pushing their feet against the passenger seat, desperately trying to gain leverage and escape. “Whumpee, please! You have to calm down!” they shouted, trying to bite down their own panic. 

This wasn't the reunion they'd hoped for. They'd been looking for Whumpee for weeks, searching tirelessly since Whumper had taken them. Caretaker had expected them to be hurt and exhausted, but they'd never expected them to be terrified to see them.

Caretaker felt their heart break as Whumpee let out a low, frightened whine. It hurt to see Whumpee was disoriented, so confused that they couldn't  recognize they were being rescued. It hurt to see Whumpee stare through them without a hint of recognition.

“We’ve got about twenty minutes before we reach the hospital," Leader said from the driver's seat.

Shit. They didn't know if Whumpee could wait that long. They didn't know what was wrong, if this delirium was from a drug or brain injury. The thought of Whumpee dying confused and terrified nearly sent Caretaker into their own panic.

But there was nothing they could do. "You're going to be alright, okay?" They whispered instead. They could feel Whumpee's heart pounding, feel their body going limp as they struggled to catch their breath.

"I'm scared-!" Whumpee panted, breathless and pitiful, their head falling back to slump onto Caretaker's shoulder.

Caretaker planted a kiss into Whumpee's matted hair. "I know. I've got you.

Caretaker held them close, refusing to let go.