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[corgiteatime]

Lae'zel sees me dating both Astarion and Halsin in Act 3.

Despite having no levels in Bard, she casts Vicious Mockery by saying, "Elf dick has you acting unwise."

I am instantly killed.

Lae'zel is pleased to confirm she is the finest comedian the Githyanki ever produced.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

[whumpster-dumpster]

Another Sickfic Alphabet

Cause why not?

A: Achy

B: Blankets

C: Contagious

D: Delirious

E: Emergency Room

F: Fever

G: Gag Reflex

H: Heating Pad

I: Insomnia

J: Jammies

K: Keel Over

L: Lingering Cough

M: Medicine

N: No Appetite

O: Overworked

P: Pale

Q: Queasy

R: Rash

S: Shivering

T: Tissues

U: Unsteady

V: Vapor Rub

W: Weakness

X: eXpectorant

Y: Yawn

Z: Zonked out

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

True Weakness

Thank you to @laffy-taffy-creations for helping me come up with the title!

“Darling,” Whumper called, opening the door to Whumpee’s room, “breakfast’s ready.”

The little lump under the blankets didn’t move. Whumper tutted, then spoke again.

“Whumpee, my love,” they said, “if you weren’t awake before, my voice should’ve roused you now. Come along.”

As they spoke, Whumper crossed the room to their darling’s bedside. When Whumpee still didn’t respond, a frown crept into Whumper’s features.

“Whumpee, you know how I feel about being ignored-”

Whumper pulled back the covers and nearly recoiled at what they saw. Whumpee’s eyes were shut in restless sleep, their breathing was labored, and their beautiful face contorted in discomfort as red splotches stained their usually flawless skin. Whumper put a hand to their forehead; the heat radiating there was all the confirmation they needed.

“My dearest, how long have you been like this?” they whispered to themselves.

Whumpee whimpered in their sleep, unconsciously leaning into their captor’s cool touch. Whumper crouched down at their side and cupped their too-warm face.

“Whumpee, please wake up for me,” they whispered.

Slowly, Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open, revealing glassy irises beneath half-closed lids. Whumper breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were able to rouse them.

“You’re burning up, my darling,” they said, “how are you feeling?”

Whumpee whimpered in response, their eyes screwing shut as they nuzzled further into Whumper’s hands.

“Talk to me, what hurts?”

Whumpee looked up at them with the most pitiful expression.

“Everything,” they croaked hoarsely.

There was an unnatural gravel to their voice, and it looked like just speaking was causing them pain.

“I’m afraid I might have to take you to a doctor,” Whumper decided, “are you going to behave for me?”

Whumper didn’t wait for their response; they hoisted Whumpee up into a bridal carry. At this point, Whumpee would usually protest, but their current state had made them miserably docile. Whumper brought them to the car and laid them in the passenger’s seat. They buckled their seatbelt for them and closed their door. Once in the driver’s seat, Whumper sped off to the nearest town. The benefit of living in a large cabin in a private forest was no one would bother them and their darling, but the privacy did have its downsides, especially in situations like this.

…

Whumpee had fallen asleep on the way home. Whumper gently carried them inside and tucked them back into bed. Strep throat, the doctor had said, and a pretty bad case of it, too. Whumper had no idea how Whumpee had gotten it, they had always been so careful to keep them as healthy as possible. Whumper felt utterly ashamed of themselves for letting this happen, and as they opened the bag of medicine Whumpee had been prescribed, they fought the urge to cry. Gently, they shook their shoulder.

“Mmm,” Whumpee groaned.

“I’m sorry my love, but I need you to take some of this.”

Whumper poured some medicine onto a spoon. Whumpee looked down at the thick, sticky liquid, then back up at Whumper pleadingly.

“I know, I know,” Whumper said, “but you have to take it. It’s going to help you feel better. You do want to feel better, don’t you?”

Whumper slipped a hand behind Whumpee’s back and lifted them into a sitting position. Whumpee’s mouth fell open, allowing them to feed them the medicine.

With great difficulty, and quite the grimace, Whumpee swallowed. Whumper quickly offered them a glass of water, which they drained in a matter of seconds. Whumper then lowered them back into bed.

“I’ll let you get your rest,” they said, “you’re going to need it.”

Whumper turned to leave, but a weak hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed their sleeve. Whumper turned, their brows going up in surprise. Whumpee looked just as shocked as them.

“What is it, darling?”

“…S-Stay?”

Whumper melted on the spot. They crawled in bed next to their little Whumpee, holding them close. The germs could go fly a kite. This was the first time Whumpee had actually wanted Whumper to be with them. Maybe Whumper should let them get sick more often…

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[discordiansamba]

anyways some more spitballing about the zuko time travel AU, in no particular order

they kind of. forget to tell Toph about the whole 'Li is a time traveler' thing. or that his name isn't actually Li (and they're so used to calling him that/being called that that it doesn't even strike a chord in her earth sense) right up until they actually run into Zuko again.

Toph: wait. hang on. does Sparky have a twin? because Angry Ponytail over there feels a lot like him.

everyone else: uuuuuhhhhhhh

(they do tell her after that)

Zuko's cover story as they travel is that he's a Fire Nation deserter, because it's a little more believable than the truth.

when they cross paths with Jeong-Jeong, Zuko leaves a letter for Iroh with him. he thinks a lot about what to say, but he just settles for the absolute most important part- that Zhao is planning on killing the moon spirit, and that if nothing is done, he'll succeed.

(Iroh would recognize that handwriting anywhere.)

they can't put the genomite rings on Zuko in Omashu because he climbed up into the rafters when they weren't looking and he is not coming down. Bumi thinks this is really funny.

they don't have to travel to Crescent Island on the solstice so Roku can tell Aang about the comet because Zuko can just tell them about the comet. only he does this in the most blunt and matter of fact way possible. because he's Zuko.

sokka: why didn't you warn us about (thing happening)! you're from the future!!!

zuko: you didn't tell me!!!!

eventually there will be a point in which there are two Zukos in the Gaang. Sokka decides that while he loves his older brother very much, that is entirely too many Zukos.

(one day, in Ba Sing Se, Zuko will look in the mirror and recognize himself as Li.)

Zuko: okay. bad news. you have to let yourself get captured by Zhao and taken to Pohuai Stronghold, because if you don't, I don't know when he'll capture you and where he'll take you.

Aang: awww man.

Zuko: good news, I can get the frogs Sokka and Katara will need to suck on while you're gone.

Katara: the WHAT

[one-time-i-dreamt]

So I was at this like, class thingy at the rec center that is best described as a mix of chemistry and a practical effects course for people wanting to go into that industry, and they were doing a thing about how people in movies are able to be set on fire without dying, and use the clip of Giles attacking Angel from this

Buffy behind the scenes/blooper/whatever the fuck it’s called reel as a demonstration, so while the teacher person was trying to like, talk about how it worked, you just heard the sound of a baseball bat thwacking air in the background.

[mindblowingscience]

The discovery of a particular subgroup of antibodies may open the door to more effective dengue therapeutics and the development of a universal dengue vaccine. Dengue fever is a viral infection with a devastating twist: those who have caught it once are more likely to develop life-threatening disease the second time around. Why our bodies not only fail to learn from prior infection but also become more vulnerable as a result is a longstanding mystery that has prevented development of a universal dengue vaccine. Rather than protecting against disease, such a dengue vaccine could instead serve as a first exposure to prime the body for it. The new antibodies are those responsible for dengue’s increased deadliness upon second exposure. “We definitively proved that it’s not the presence of dengue antibodies that are a problem, but the quality of those antibodies,” says Stylianos Bournazos, a research associate professor in the laboratory of Jeffrey Ravetch, a professor at Rockefeller University. “Now that we know the pathway that these antibodies use, we can develop therapeutics against it.”

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[lovesickgoose]

Do you remember this feeling?

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Magic Whump Week Day 7

9/29: Magic exhaustion / "I can't…"

Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original

Words: 1100

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: caretaking, delirium, fever, mistreatment, living weapon whump, medicine, swearing, guilt, arguing

A/N: That's a wrap for Magic Whump Week! Thank you so much to @kabie-whump for hosting, and happy birthday to Ventis! 🎉This was fun :D

I'll be back in two days for Whumptober, so stick around! <3

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The medical tent was silent as Caretaker squeezed the water out of a thin cloth, the cool liquid dripping between their fingers into the shallow bowl in their lap. Folding it in half, they gently placed the fabric on Whumpee’s forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear.

Whumpee’s eyes, half-open, twitched slightly as the cool cloth made contact with their warm, flushed skin, looking at Caretaker but not seeing them. They mumbled something unintelligible.

Caretaker rose and returned the bowl to the nearby table, which held medical equipment and medicines designed for someone suffering from magic exhaustion, like Whumpee. Protocol demanded that they measure out the correct doses and force the bitter liquids down Whumpee’s throat, to speed up recovery and get them back onto the field as soon as possible.

Protocol set in place by Caretaker’s superiors, who didn’t understand the full effects the medications could have on a person’s physical and mental state. It didn’t take long for the side effects to become apparent. Higher and higher doses required to achieve the same results after prolonged use. Chronic fatigue and brain fog. More difficulty controlling their magic.

Caretaker’s colleagues had tried countless times to make the dangers clear to their superiors. However, it quickly became clear that the health and well-being of the magic users were not the leaders’ highest priority.

So a stand was made. The medics quietly stopped using the medication for new recruits. The more experienced magic users had to be weaned off slowly, to prevent extreme withdrawal.

Whumpee was one such magic user.

Caretaker watched them stare at nothing for a long time, eyes tracking the movements of things only they could see. Whether it was the current of magic in the tent or just hallucinations, Caretaker didn’t know. How they hated seeing the magic users run into the ground, forced to spend every last drop of magic for the cause until they collapsed, barely conscious, and were rushed to the medical tent for recovery.

It showed just how little their superiors cared for the lives of those beneath them. Anything for the cause.

“Caretaker…” Whumpee mumbled, eyes fixed upon them.

Caretaker moved to their side. “I’m here, Whumpee.”

“I can’t… I can’t think….”

“It’s just the magic exhaustion, you’ll start feeling better soon.”

Whumpee’s eyes drifted away, pupils constricting as if a bright light was in their face. Perhaps it was, but only to them.

Caretaker snapped their fingers next to Whumpee’s ear. “What’s going on? What are you seeing?”

“Lights…” Whumpee murmured, “pretty….”

“We’re in a fairly strong magic current.” Caretaker frowned, noting how Whumpee’s eyes followed the invisible lights to their left. A west heading. The magic users were trained to ignore the currents, to use only their innate magic. The raw magic in the currents was too powerful for one magic user to contain. Whumpee was too out of it to remember.

Caretaker snapped their fingers in Whumpee’s face. “Hey. Eyes on me. Remember your training.”

“Training…” Whumpee repeated skeptically, but they obediently watched Caretaker.

Caretaker glanced over their shoulder at the table. They couldn’t stall on the medication for much longer. Magic users in withdrawal hungered for any sort of energy. A magical current like the one they were in now was the perfect source for a delirious, desperate Whumpee.

They turned back to Whumpee and moved the damp cloth over their eyes. “Don’t move,” they instructed sternly, “I’m getting something to help you feel better.”

Whumpee mumbled something in reply, too low to be understood. Caretaker ignored them, rising and moving to the table, where they quickly measured out the lowered dose, specifically tailored for Whumpee. It accounted for their weight, power type, power volatility, and the minimum needed to prevent extreme withdrawal symptoms.

Dose completed, Caretaker poured it into a small, thin bottle and returned to Whumpee. They removed the cloth from Whumpee’s eyes and instructed them to sit up. Whumpee did as instructed, gaze still tracking the magical currents in the tent.

Caretaker placed the bottle in their hand. “Drink.”

Whumpee obeyed without question, barely reacting to the bitter taste. Caretaker frowned. This isn’t right.

Whumpee gasped, pupils dilating to twice their normal size, and collapsed back onto the cot, eyes wide open but body completely limp. The bottle fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces.

Caretaker flinched away for the briefest moment before they dove over Whumpee, fingers frantically searching for their pulse. It was fast. Too fast.

Shitshitshitshit!

Caretaker stumbled back to the table, mind racing, trying to remember which bottle held the antidote whipped up by one of their colleagues in case something exactly like this happened. Their heart pounded in their ears as they measured out the dose, but their hands were perfectly steady.

Dose measured, Caretaker poured it into Whumpee’s open mouth and forced them to swallow. For a moment, nothing happened.

And then, without warning, Whumpee inhaled sharply and began to cough. Tears spilled down their face as the fit continued, and Caretaker grabbed a cup of water as Whumpee sat up, rubbing a hand over their face.

“Damn,” they whispered hoarsely, gulping down the water, “that burned.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like someone scrubbed my brain with salt and lemon juice,” Whumpee stated, pressing their fingers to their temples. “Damn that stings, but damn was it needed. What did you do?”

Caretaker shifted, guilt curling in their stomach. “We’re trying to rid you of the dependency on the medication. It’s doing more harm than good. But it appears I misjudged how badly you’d react to the new dose….”

Whumpee stared at them. “You’re telling me this now?”

Caretaker bit their lip. “You’ve seen what happened to the other magic users who’ve been here two years, three years, four. The medication—”

“You did this without my permission.”

“I—”

“No.” Whumpee shoved the cup back into their hands and stood. They towered a full foot and a half over Caretaker. “I don’t want to hear it. You could have killed me, and you didn’t even ask.”

“Please—”

Whumpee glared at them. “I hope you realize just how badly I want to report you to our superiors. I understand what you intended, but this…!” They ran a hand through their hair. “I need to clear my head. Damn this magic current.”

They turned to go, but Caretaker grabbed their shoulder. “I can’t let you, I haven’t discharged you—”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” Whumpee hissed. “Let go of me.” They jerked out of Caretaker’s grasp and stalked out of the tent. 

Caretaker watched them go, guilt and terror battling in their mind. The cup slipped out of their fingers and fell to the floor with a clatter, but didn’t break. Their legs trembled, and Caretaker sank onto the cot where Whumpee had just rested.

Whumpee was right. Caretaker had messed up.

And now Caretaker was going to pay for it.

[sweepingboy]

"General Ming Guang is doing palm reading!"

Gods surround the ruler of North giggling and shoving each other like a bunch of teens. They're hooting and hollering as they listen to old Pei's fortune telling, teasing each other. Sex, love... It seems that some topics will always bug people no matter how many centuries they lived.

Mu Qing rolls his eyes at them but keeps watching from his seat across the table as Pei Ming masterfully flirts with young goddesses clearly abusing his palm reading excuse as he brushes his lips against their delicate hands. They blush and squeak and look at the deity oh so hopefully.

Mu Qing came in terms with his fate long time ago - always in a rush he had no time to fool around. He took his vows, sharpening himself like a sword. A blade that had passed the fire of the forge and the icy waters, the singing steel praising the scarlet drops on the grim metal. Protecting attacking - he has a duty, he chose it himself 800 years ago.

He feels a tug in the ribcage as Pei Ming grabs Xie Lian's hand.

" Ho-ho!, Your Highness! I see a long and happy marriage" Ming Guang winks "death won't be enough to set you apart!" The prince blushes and laughs awkwardly placing a hand over his chest where, Mu Qing knows, the diamond ring is hidden. He clenches fists under the table the bandages digging uncomfortably into his skin.

Quietly he gets up and leaves.

Gentle wind plays with his hair as he stands in the shadows of the garden feeling like a shadow himself; frozen in his power he watches the life passing leaving him behind.

"General Xuan Zhen," familiar voice calls "may I have your hand?"

Mu Qing sighs in annoyance as steady footsteps approach him "I'm not interested, Ming Guang."

"Xuan Zhen," the other general teases " is this how you treat your elders?"

Mu Qing scoffs at him, while Pei Ming smiles charmingly. Exasperated, he lifts his hand and starts taking off the bandages slowly, arranging them into a neat roll as he does so. Inch by inch he reveals areas of burned skin - some pale pink, healing already, some still aggressively red. At least they aren't wet with ichor he thinks. He hated feeling moist cloth against his skin.

General Ming Guang takes his hand carefully.

He traces the lines gently - Mu Qing thought they wouldn't be visible at all remembering how tight was his grip on the red-hot hilt of Zhanmadao but they are even more defined like that, long curves against the puffed flesh.

"Your heart is covered in thorns."

"How original."

"Shush! You're listening to me now, young man!" "It's hard for a living creature to get through the thorn bushes."

Mu Qing rolls his eyes "It's not how you read a palm."

"Many people see it as cruel and dead" the god continues patiently "but I can see that this heart has bled enough. General you have lived many troubled years without warmth - but you know what cold is because you have something to compare it to" the younger god listens to him, as calloused bog fingers dance over the creases of his skin "This stubborn heart will do anything for those it cares about. It will endure pain, reproach, misunderstandings. I like that little guy."

"My dear Xuan Zhen," Pei Ming's thumb is gently massaging the center of the palm "you carry the most beautiful rose in your chest. A lover worthy of you should be willing to prick himself dozens of times to see it's bud. And you must be ready to let it bloom when the time comes."

"If the time comes." Mu Qing whispers.

Pei Ming calmly looks him on the eyes "When. The Heavens are full of brave men."

"Thank you general" he says quietly " I will treasure your very accurate detailed prediction."

"Sure. Want me to do your horoscope too?"

"Please spare me that honour."

Pei Ming laughs and hugs him with one hand and Mu Qing can feel a small smile forming on his lips.

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

REST AND REGRET

Prompt: "I should have stayed home"

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: you got sick and went on a mission anyway. Wanda and nat clean up the aftermath.

TW: exhaustion, talks of medication, fever, secrets, blood / nosebleed, cold, fainting, stitches, injury, swearing, fighting

You had felt like death warmed over since you woke up, you knew you were sick but you were also stubborn as all hell. so you slipped on your suit and joined the others at the jet. Wanda noticed your unusual quietness but wrote it off as pre-mission jitters. it was you, nat, wanda, steve, bucky, peter, tony and sam. so the mission was pretty serious.

steve droned on about the mission plan with you only half listening you got the gist. it was way to cold in here and you know you were developing a fever.

"I should have stayed home" you muttered under your breath. nobody heard you, all too focused on the mission.

hydra had taken the tesseract to a highly secure base in Moscow, Russia. you simply had to take out the guards, in and out to get the tesseract and then blow up the base once you were all clear. spiderboy and tony were going after the tesseract because of peters ability to climb and web things up. like the cameras to buy the team some time. plus he could grab the tesseract and swing his way out. tony would fly behind him and provide cover. wanda and bucky were to take out the guards so you and nat could lay the charges. and sam and steve were going to search the base for anything of value that shield could use to bring down hydra.

knowing you would need something to keep your stuffy head grounded you slipped in a earbud and hit play on your playlist called “ass-kickin.”

when you and nat slipped off the jet after the others had cleared a path you made your way into the base.

“i think we should split up to cover more ground.” you found yourself saying. nat hesitated but nodded, she hated leaving you alone. you feigned being alright for long enough but it was a tough act when you felt like complete death. jogging off down the hall, you paused once out of sight to lean against the wall. sliding down it to catch you breath and steady your beating heart.

“Y/n/n” nats voice came over the coms. “coms on please. open channel.”

you doubled over on the floor as coughs racked through you. when you finished gasping for air your voice was raw.

“ok nat coms are open.” you sounded bad even by your own standards luckily nat didn’t say anything.

wanda had cleared the halls with bucky, and you began laying charges across the base. but of course things were never smooth for you. you had just rounded another corner when a group of guards spotted you. you swore and got ready to fight. they luckily weren’t armed and you were pretty good with hand to hand combat.

“nat i got company.”

“on my way.” she sounded

“left wing.” you replied. raising your fists you dodged the first blow. your limbs felt heavy and sluggish. you threw a dagger at the man clocking him in the chest. he spat blood and collapsed. you were pretty proud of your aim given you felt like shit.

the second man threw a punch and you were to slow to doge as it connected with your nose which started bleeding. it made you sneeze and the blood dripped down your chin. wiping it with the back of your hand. you but your hands back up. clocking him in the face and snapping his neck.

the third man managed to land a hit with a knife on your arm that would need stitches later. when you brought him down your body had had enough. your vision swam as you collapsed.

nat found you moments later.

“guys Y/n’s out cold and shes been hit.” nats voice sounded over coms.

“get her back to the jet.” steve’s voice came.

“i’ll meet you there I’ve finished clearing the halls.” wanda sounded feeling guilty. the left wing was also hers to clear but she couldn’t help it if some doubled back without her knowing.

nat scooped you up ignoring your still bleeding nose staining her white suit red. tony owed her a favor anyways and she needed a new suit soon, hers was starting to go.

you felt warm in her arms and as she brushed the hair from your face she hissed at the heat radiating off you.

“wands?” nat asked

“yeah?” she replied

“our stupid baby has a fever and still went in the field.”

“what?!” wanda cried

“i’ll meet you at the jet.”

by the time you and nat arrived your nose had stopped bleeding but not before thoroughly destroying nats suit beyond repair.

she set you down on a medical bed before wanda rushed in.

“Is she ok?” wanda asked seeing Nat covered in blood. your blood.

“yes, she had a pretty bad nosebleed and will need stitches.” she gestured to your arm as she pulled out a first aid kit. “i was just about to get started.”

wanda came to stand by your other side while nat got to work. she brushed the hair from your eyes and laid the cool back of her palm to your flushed cheek.

“i should have noticed.” she cooed.

“wands don’t blame your self, i didn’t know either and I’m a trained spy. she hid it very well.” nat sighed not looking of from stitching you up.

“she needed us and we weren’t there for her.” wanda said

“baby we didn’t know and we’re here now. thats what matters most.” nat replied. and wanda nodded silently.

“I’m going to see if we have one of those fever pads to stick on her forehead i don’t like how hot she is baby.” wanda said rummaging in the large first-aid kit before finding one and putting it on your forehead.

nat finished stitching you up and you began to come around.

“natty? wands?” you slurred still exhausted. nat grabbed you hand and drew circles on the back of your hand while wanda sat by your other side and wiped the hair from your eyes tenderly.

“we’re here baby. we got you.”

“‘m tired.” you slurred

“go to sleep baby. we’re here. and we’re not leaving.” nat said

“the three of us have a date with the bed and a bottle of pain medicine when we get back.” wanda smiled

“‘m s’rry ‘bout your suit” you said having barely cracked open an eye to see nat covered in your blood.

“its ok baby don’t worry i needed a new one.” she cooed wiping a cool rag over your face to get rid of the dried blood from your nosebleed.

“still sorry.” you replied eyes still shut.

“hush now bubs go to sleep and when you wake up we’ll be right here my love.” wanda cooed.

you sighed falling asleep to the feeling of her fingers in your hair.

MASTERLIST

[aceofwhump]

Casanova (2005)

[whumpookies]

Kadar bölüm 4

After being shot Kadar is attended to..