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spinzolliii · 19 days
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There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.
Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.
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mischefous · 17 days
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Saw you wanted whump-y LU requests, and I wanted to suggest maybe a piece of either Wild or Twilight being sick, and hallucinating that the other isn’t there, when they actually are? Or something along those lines?
Hope you have a wonderful day!
I really enjoyed drawing the expressions on this one! poor Wild is super sick and delirious to the point where he is hallucinating that everyone is gone 😭
Thank you for your lovely request @four-eyed-nerd! I hope you have a wonderful day too💙
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HSAJFJSHKW- LOVE IT WHEN I DRAW HANDS AND THEY LOOK LIKE PROPER HANDS
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squintingcats · 8 months
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List of symptoms
I hate having whump fantasies that involve some vague fever that doesn’t have consistent symptoms to make it feel real. Here’s a handy list to flesh out the nature of your whumpee’s illness.
Let’s go:
Dizziness/faintness
Congestion
Sneezing
Coughing
Headache
Muscle aches
Joint aches
Cramping
Exhaustion/lethargy
Shivering
Wheezing/trouble breathing
Sore throat (trouble speaking and swallowing)
Sweating (leads to dehydration)
Flushed and/or pale skin
Delirium (delusions, nightmares, lack of filter, inability to regulate emotions, hallucinations, incoherent speech, confusion)
Nausea/vomiting
Abdominal pain (burning, stabbing, soreness)
Chest pain (burning, stabbing, soreness, tightness)
Pain/pressure behind the eyes
Feeling too hot or too cold
Weakness
Blurred vision
Weight loss (loss of appetite)
Rapid heartbeat
Abnormal breathing (rapid, shallow, panting)
Sensory sensitivity (light, sound, touch, smell, taste)
Tell me more……
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writersloveroe · 11 months
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sickfic romantic prompts
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actions
•whispering sweet nothings as they fall asleep
•placing a hand on their forehead to check their temperature
•placing a blanket over them
•cooking their favorite soup
•running a finger through their hair while they sleep
•finding something to distract them from pain (ex: movies, video-games, etc)
•convincing them that the medicine’s taste isn’t that bad
•trying (or not trying) to refrain from giving them kisses in order to not get sick
•rubbing their stomach
♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎
dialogue
•”you’ll feel better in no time, i promise,”
•”geez, you’re burning up,”
•”my grandma swears by this chicken noodle soup recipe, i’m sure you’ll love it,”
•”i knew i should’ve made you wear a coat,”
•”can you kiss me? i’m sure i’ll feel wayy better if you do,”
•”i won’t get sick i promise, just let me kiss you!”
•”stop being dramatic the medicine flavor can’t be that bad,”
•”you’re shaking, if you needed a blanket just say so next time,”
•”i hate being sick, but i love when you take care of me,”
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whump-kia · 7 months
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FEVERS. WHUMPEE BEING TOO OUT OF IT, THE UNCONTROLLABLE SHIVERING, HALLUCINATIONS, SWEATING, PALE SKIN, THE FEVER DREAMS, SKIN BEIN TOO SENSITIVE, WET CLOTHING/TOWEL(?) ON FOREHEAD.
JUST FEVERS.
FEVERS.
F E V E R S.
anon you're in for a doozy of a response because I LOVE this trope so much.
first of all--denial. "i'm fine". wearing too many layers in obliviousness or too little in an attempt to lower the temperature. dizzy spells leaving them with an elbow on the nearest support, shaking off the fatigue.
pair that with the forced acceptance--they stay zoned out for a minute too long, saying things that don't make sense, a paleness or flushed look just on the cheekbones and finally someone presses their forearm to the back of their neck and whispers, "you're burning up."
when they try to wait it out. leaning against doorframes, eyes closed, an unsteady breath. pacing to keep moving because if they stop for even a second they won't be able to stay standing. that hitch in the breath as it slowly gets worse until they're forced to go home and rest--or, better yet, collapse into the arms of a caretaker, mumbled apologies into their shoulder as they finally give in.
and finally the intensity of the caretaking--there's not much you can do with a low fever. body aches and constant shivering, muscle spasms and hot or cold flashes, lighter symptoms that develop into that weak moaning, heavy sheens of sweat, inability to get comfortable, so disoriented they can't open their eyes past the spinning of the room. when they're calling out for a loved one. when they shudder out that breathy "...sorry" to the caretaker. when they're forced into an ice bath and the sudden rush of pain leaving them crying out, even as the fever begins to recede.
FEVERS. anon you are so correct.
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letitbehurt · 3 months
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I’m not usually a fan of sick Whump, but when Whumpee is running such a high fever that they’re shaking, taking uneven, shallow breaths, their skin chafing and burning against their clothes.
The moment Caretaker lays a palm on their forehead to check their fever and Whumpee sighs with relief because it’s so blessedly cold.
The moment Whumper cups Whumpee’s cheek with one hand and turns their head slightly, and Whumpee hates themself for leaning into it, but they just want the burning to stop.
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whumpyouverymuch · 12 days
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whumpingaround · 6 months
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non-human caretaker telling sick/injured whumpee, “you humans are so fragile” <3
that’s it that’s what’s rattling around in my brain rn
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esbee-daisy · 7 months
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When A is woken up in the middle of the night and at first they’re not sure why. They rub their eyes and look around blearily; all looks in order. But damn they’re hot. And as soon as that thought appears, they realize with a start it’s coming from next to them - and they look down in horror at B, laying curled into their side. B is absolutely radiating heat - so much so that A is sweaty just from being pressed against them, though no where near as drenched as B. B is shaking and whimpering pathetically, and looks pale even in the low light of the moon, with bright red spots high on their cheeks. A realizes they must not have been feeling well for a while and not mentioned anything, because with a fever like this there’s no way B didn’t go to bed feeling terribly unwell. And A hadn’t noticed.
A tries to wake B up gently, knowing they need to take their temperature and get them some water and meds, but after a few gentle hair strokes and rubbing of B’s arm, they realize B isn’t rousing at all. And if anything their face seems more pained and frightened than it had a minute ago. A starts getting frantic, shaking B harder and calling their name in a panic. They see B’s eyes flutter beneath the lids briefly, then stop as their head dropped even more towards the bed. A’s stomach drops when they realize their aren’t able to rouse B at all. Uh oh.
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whump-allthe-way · 7 months
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“thanks.. dad..” says whumpee, their voice rough and low, as caretaker threads their fingers through their tangled hair
vs
“no please-! dad make it stop! it hurts- please-!” as they thrash and scream, arching away from whumper’s blade as they slice and carve into their skin, caretaker watching in chains
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echoingalaxies · 1 month
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cw: hospital/medical stuff mentions, unspecified illness or injury
“You wanna pick up some food on the way?” Caretaker asked, steering her car out of the parking garage and to the intersection.
Whumpee, sitting under a blanket on the passenger seat, watched the hospital disappear as they drove away on the mostly empty highway. He rubbed the pit of his elbow where a small bandage remained to stop the slight bleeding from a cannula.
It had been a long day. New bottles of medicine rattled in the pockets of his jacket when he shifted into a more comfortable position and leaned their head against the headrest. They had sat in the waiting room the whole evening before finally being admitted, and discharged only a couple of hours after. Caretaker hadn’t even tried to argue with the staff anymore. It always ended like this. Not enough beds and not enough people to take care of the ones lying on them.
Whumpee knew he was lucky. He knew he’d be safe going home with Caretaker. But it didn’t mean he didn’t keep dreaming about the day he’d be taken seriously. He’d receive proper care. Otherwise he’d just have to keep going back, over and over again. More pills, more bills, more wasted hours.
“Hello?”
“Oh, uh,” Whumpee blinked, realizing he hadn’t actually given Caretaker a response. “No, I… we should just head home. You’ve got work in the morning, and it’s already way past midnight.”
His stomach let out a loud rumbling sound just then, and Caretaker gave him a quiet look, which Whumpee pretended to not see. He could fix himself a bowl of yogurt at home. Caretaker needed sleep. She deserved it, after putting aside her own responsibilities just to stay with him again.
“What if I told you I already took tomorrow off?”
"What?" Whumpee turned to her, shaking his head. “Caretaker, no. You shouldn’t have.”
Caretaker shrugged. “It’s Friday, we get to have a head start for the weekend. Won’t that be fun?” Her smile faltered slightly and her voice shifted lower, to more serious. “The nurse said someone should keep an eye on you — and I wouldn’t want to leave you, anyway. You still need help.”
Whumpee knew that. He looked down, fidgeting with the hospital wristband. If he’d kept every one of those he’d got even during the past year, he could probably sew them together to make full sleeves for both arms. Money was already tight, as Caretaker worked to support the both of them, and Caretaker missing work because of Whumpee’s various appointments and frequent trips to the ER had had their effect on their income.
“Yes, but…” he said, the familiar tearing feeling of shame finding its place. “I thought we would call Friend or Sibling to stay with me while you’re at work. We have before.”
“Now we don’t have to.” Caretaker glanced at him, frowning. “Do you not… want me to stay?”
“Didn’t they say you can’t keep doing this anymore if you plan to keep your position?” Whumpee asked. “You like your job. I don’t want you to risk losing it because of me.”
“They will understand. I told them it is a family matter.”
Whumpee’s cheeks got hot and he moved his focus away from Caretaker again, watching out of the window instead. They were passing by shops, parks, and pubs, taking many turns in the little streets of their labyrinth of a hometown. Whumpee hadn’t even noticed they had left the main road, but he definitely recognised where Caretaker was heading.
“You didn’t have to lie because of me,” he mumbled, as Caretaker pulled into the parking lot of a local, 24-hour barbeque restaurant they both loved. “About it being a… a family thing.”
Caretaker turned to Whumpee, finally being able to give him her undivided attention as she turned off the engine, smiling softly.
“I didn’t.”
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spinzolliii · 2 months
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God, I love sickfics that cut between a Whumpee’s current illness, and illnesses they’ve had in the past. Before, being sick was traumatic and lonely. Maybe they were neglected or even ostracized for their illness. In the present day, they don’t know how to handle being loved.
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mischefous · 7 days
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Want a whamp? Also your art and expressions are stunning. I been enjoying seeing what you been creating.
I had been thinking about how Twilight got injured in that one chapter LU, Twilight seems a bit delirious. I always kind of thought how he must of had some crazy dreams and that it was the curse coursing through him. With that said, how bout Drawing something where Time is trying to comfort twilight as he is having a nightmare, where like Midna (who never actually said this) “oh mutt, you were nothing to me, but a means to an end. Nobody likes you.”
And rancher just whimpering, “no, Midna, you don’t mean that…”tears streaming as a feaver spikes.
And time like “oh pup, it’s okay. It’s just a nightmare.”
If that’s too much I understand. :) but yeah. That’s pretty whomp-y where the curse is causing dark dreams.
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first of all BIG FAN! I love your cosplay!!! I see you everywhere reblogging people's creations and it's super duper awesome (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭
you help others get more recognition in this fandom (as well as the loz fandom) and I would just like to say a massive thank you for helping others get noticed!
thank you for the request! I hope you have an amazing day @ordonianhero💙
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squintingcats · 9 months
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“I’m sorry. I have to do this, okay?”
Said by Caretaker before:
Lowering Whumpee into a cold bath for their dangerously high fever
Lowering Whumpee into a lukewarm bath for their dangerously severe hypothermia (it feels boiling to them)
Doing stitches, cleaning and dressing a wound, etc.
Cauterization
Forcing them to eat/drink something after an extended period of illness and/or starvation
Resetting a broken bone
Field surgery
Dragging their ass to an actual hospital
Dragging their ass to an actual therapist
Restraining them during a violent (as in, physically harmful) flashback or nightmare
Inducing vomiting when the Whumpee clearly needs to, but can’t
Uncomfortable medicine (bad-tasting, syringes, aerosolized medicine through a weird mask, etc.)
Moving a Whumpee who’s in a particularly bad state
Tell me more.
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mj-iza-writer · 2 months
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Whumpee peaked into the living room and saw Whumper playing on their phone.
"What do you need?", Whumper didn't bother to look up.
Whumpee sighed and stepped into the room.
"May I wrap a blanket around myself while I work? I'm freezing", Whumpee visibly shook.
"How are you cold? I haven't changed the temperature", Whumper eyed the thermometer, "it's at the normal setting."
Whumper looked at Whumpee who seemed to be standing their practically dead.
"Are you feeling alright?", Whumper studied them.
"I don't feel great, but I can manage. May I please have a blanket?", Whumpee pleaded as they sniffled.
"I don't care", Whumper sighed and continued to study Whumpee until they disappeared into the hallway to get a blanket.
After a few minutes Whumpee could be heard in the kitchen practically choking on a cough.
"Geesh Whumpee", Whumper stood up and went to the kitchen.
Whumpee leaned on the counter, trying to hold themself up from the violent coughing.
Whumpee shook as they tried to catch their breath.
"Ahhemm", Whumper watched from the doorway.
Whumpee turned slowly to see Whumper with their arms crossed.
"I-I'm alright, just a cold", Whumpee sniffled.
"Couch now", Whumper pointed.
"But.... chores, I'll have more work to do later if they don't get done now", Whumpee pleaded.
"No buts, go to the couch", Whumper frowned.
Whumpee held their head in shame as they walked past Whumper to the living room.
Whumpee waited beside the couch until Whumper came out.
"Why aren't you sitting or laying down", Whumper set a cup of water on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Um, I-I'm not normally allowed to sit on furniture. You just said to go to the couch, and I did that", Whumpee looked at the floor.
Whumper sighed as they rubbed the sides of their head, "Whumpee lie down on the flippin couch" Whumper spoke through gritted teeth.
Whumpee fell onto the couch and scooted around until they were comfortable.
Whumper rolled their eyes as they knelt beside Whumpee.
"I'm going to make you some food, and have you take some medicine", Whumper stroked Whumpee's forehead comfortingly, but really just feeling for a fever, "do not get up, if you are up, you better have a good reason. Am I clear?"
Whumpee blinked slowly, "y-yes mas-master."
After a few minutes, Whumper carried out a sandwich and some medicine.
"Here, sit up so you can eat this", Whumper handed over the plate, "after you eat, you can take the medicine."
Whumpee nodded as they started to eat.
"This is tasty and it's scratching my throat when it goes down. That feels good", Whumpee excitedly took another bite.
Whumper smiled as they went to the kitchen to get a napkin.
Whumpee was surprised when they were handed a cup of juice.
"Master, I get juice?", Whumpee looked at the cup.
"It will help your body replenish electrolytes", Whumper went over to another chair and sat down.
"When did you start feeling this way?", Whumper watched them chug the drink, "and why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good? I'm not that heartless to make you work while you're sick. I don't even work when I'm sick."
"Last night, my throat started to hurt while I was going to sleep. I tried to muffle the coughs as much as I could", Whumpee looked at the empty plate sadly, "I didn't know if I should tell you or not. I figured you wouldn't care or something, so I just went about my chores. It was getting harder to work though, with all of the shivering."
"Next time you get sick, you need to communicate it with me. Because you are also spreading it around the house", Whumper stood, "take the medicine, then you can take a nap."
Whumpee nodded as they took the two pills Whumper had given to them.
Whumper took the plate and cup and went to the kitchen.
Whumpee started to lay down until they heard Whumper loading the dishwasher.
Whumpee got up quickly, clutched the blanket around themself, and went to the kitchen.
Whumper looked up at Whumpee in surprise.
"Why are you up?", Whumper put another dish into the machine.
"Yo-you are doing the dishes?", Whumpee looked at Whumper in panic.
"Yes, I know how to do this stuff, I just have you do the chores because I don't feel like it", Whumper grinned, "the chores still have to be done, so I'm going to do them."
Whumpee still watched in shock.
"Go back to the couch and lay down. Get some rest", Whumper started to do a few other things in the kitchen.
Whumpee nodded and slowly walked out to the living room again.
They plopped on the couch and wrapped the blanket around themself.
'Master is actually doing my chores', Whumpee thought to themself.
Whumper came out a few minutes later and sat down. Whumpee watched them scroll on their phone for a few minutes before their eyelids grew heavy.
Whumper heard a couple of tiny moans come from Whumpee, followed by some stuffie snores.
Whumper grinned.
"Get some sleep, you little sickie", Whumper whispered before going back to their phone.
Guess who may have gotten sick again, I think it's just a cold this time. I am a-okay though, no need to worry. 😁 -MJ
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whump-kia · 8 months
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maybe it's just me, but i do love the moment a whumpee realizes they don't feel well. especially in public, at work, mid-mission. the slow withdrawing due to lack of energy, turning paler, flushing suddenly when they're too warm, sneaking away to the restrooms, getting too dizzy to stand properly, all those little tells that something is off, but why would they say anything?
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